The World I Was Supporting Was Real

Episode 7. The Power to Change Fate

I knew it was all a marketing ploy.

But what can you do about the frustration?

After immersing the characters, they unfold such a plot and then conduct a survey saying, ‘If you give us some money, we’ll change the content.’ Quite a few people would gladly spend money, wouldn’t they?

As I scrolled down-

‘Huh?’

I realized that the last cut was Erin surrounded by guards.

Surprised, I scrolled up and down frantically, but no additional cuts appeared. Even the author’s note was completely empty!

‘What?’

Why is there no donation inducement… ‘begging message’ that usually appears at the end of the comic?

It wasn’t just the message that was missing. For this episode, the ‘donate’ button was deactivated.

Could it be that, unlike before, you can’t change the content through donations?

Curious, I immediately left a comment.

Thanks to the author replying to comments like lightning, I often wondered if this was a comment section or a chat.

[Igogodon: No donations today?? ]

ㄴ [ PleaseGiveMoney (author): Erin hasn’t offered her prayers yet ㅠㅠ She will probably offer them in the next episode. Please wait a little longer! ]

ㄴ [ Igogodon: Didn’t you just not finish drawing the comic???? ]

ㄴ [ PleaseGiveMoney (author): What are you talking about, Igogodon. I am merely projecting the world for you to see. I am just following Erin, whom you adore. ]

ㄴ [ Igogodon: What does that even mean, you otakuㅋㅋㅋ Ah, author, please stick to your concept!! ]

ㄴ [ PleaseGiveMoney (author): It’s not a concept ㅜㅠ ]

‘Wow… that’s intense.’

To immerse others in the world you create, do you first have to immerse yourself to the utmost?

It seemed that the author was already more excessively immersed in the world they created than I was.

Well, it wasn’t a bad strategy to encourage others to support me by saying, ‘I’m going to do it my way since I’m the one drawing it,’ even if it might dampen the enthusiasm of the supporters.

ㄴ [ Igwogwo : LOL I lost. When’s the next episode coming out?? ]

ㄴ [ PleaseGiveMoney(Author): It will be uploaded in a few hours. I will notify you immediately, so please stay tuned for Erin’s journey until the end! ]

‘A few hours later…’

Alright. I guess I can smoke a cigarette and have a meal.

I got up from my seat and let the time pass until the next episode was uploaded.

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“What did you say?”

“I was talking about the many blasphemous people who claim to hear the voice of God, which is an absurd lie.”

Erin shuddered slightly at her words.

Blasphemous, me?

I didn’t care if they insulted me. After all, I hadn’t lived a life of noble treatment.

But- I couldn’t tolerate any words that belittled the god I serve, Igwogwo.

Erin spoke in a slightly stronger tone.

“So, you’re saying that you think my words are lies?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Can you take responsibility for those words?”

“What did you say?”

The woman frowned slightly, but Erin didn’t back down and met her gaze head-on.

“I am asking you to take responsibility for calling me, a mere human, a liar for hearing the words of God.”

“You insolent girl! Do you know who you’re talking to?!”

At that moment, the guards pointed their spears at her.

Normally, she would have trembled. Erin wasn’t a particularly brave person.

She was more of an ordinary citizen. Encountering a few bandits was enough to make her heart pound.

But now, it’s different.

I have Igwogwo by my side.

So, even if the guards surrounded me with murderous intent, I wasn’t scared at all.

At that moment.

“What is this commotion?”

Another woman’s voice came from behind.

The guards quickly withdrew their spears and bowed their heads in unison towards the source of the voice.

The woman who had been facing him also quickly turned around and bowed her head, indicating that she was someone of quite high status.

“Lu… Lumina.”

“I came out for a moment because it was noisy in front of the sacred cathedral… What is going on?”

Erin carefully observed the woman called Lumina.

Long blonde hair. A cross-shaped necklace hanging prominently on her chest.

Similar to her own, but much more luxurious with elaborate embroidery.

Yes. Her appearance was close to that of a saint, a figure praised in the stories of bards.

“I apologize for causing a disturbance. However, an impious person has come and is making false claims, demanding to see His Holiness the Pope…”

“False claims…”

Lumina glanced around with her eyes.

With just that, the woman and the guards who had been glaring at him stepped aside.

When he came to his senses, Lumina was standing in front of Erin.

“Hello, sister. My name is Lumina. I am currently one of the saint candidates, praying daily at the Ophelia Cathedral to receive the will of God.”

“A saint candidate, you say?”

“Yes. I have not yet heard the voice of God.”

“In that case-“

“Lady Lumina is practically the closest to being a saint! It would be wise to watch your words—”

The woman who had been speaking to Erin just moments ago snapped at him, but—

“Estia. Leave this place to me.”

With a single gesture from Lumina, she quietly stepped back without saying another word.

Although she was a saint candidate, it seemed that Lumina held a very high status within the church.

“What is your name, sister?”

“It’s Erin.”

“Alright, Sister Erin. If you are walking the path of the capital, we are all sisters. The great God Ophelia does not wish for sisters to harm each other. So, please feel free to say what you wanted to say.”

“…Lady Lumina, if you have not heard the voice of God, then you are merely a saint candidate and not yet a saint, correct?”

“Yes. Shamefully, I am still a lamb that has not reached God.”

“Then there should be no problem. I have heard the voice of God.”

“Is that so?”

The guards trembled, but they did not intervene, perhaps because Lumina was there.

Lumina, without showing any signs of confusion, half-closed her eyes and spoke with a benevolent smile.

“In that case, Sister, would you not convey to us the words of God? What did the great goddess Ophelaishel tell you… those words, I mean.”

“I was going to say it anyway.”

“Alright. I’ll listen slowly, so please, the words of God-“

“No. What I want to say is not about the words of God.”

“…?”

Yes.

What Erin wanted to say was not about what she heard from God.

It was a more fundamental question. Words that could only be uttered because she truly heard the voice, words that were extremely blasphemous!

“God’s name is not something like Ophelaishel.”

“…!!!”

“Igwogodon. God’s name is Igwogodon. And God is not a woman but a man.”

The face of Lumina, who had maintained her composition until now, began to slowly crumble.

Erin did not miss the opportunity to attack, like a bee targeting its prey!

“You don’t even know the basic facts about God, so how can you confidently call yourself a candidate for sainthood?”

“You, you blasphemous wench, how dare you!!!!”

Just as the guards were about to surround Erin again.

“Stop!”

Lumina shouted strongly, opened her eyes wide… and slowly removed the mask with a benevolent smile from her face.

“Erin, you… this is not something that can end with excommunication. Denying the existence of God… how could you commit such a terrible act…!”

“From my perspective, you are the terrible ones. Aren’t you ashamed of playing meaningless religious games while ignoring the true God and serving a false one?”

“…!!!!”

Lumina, with a face full of anger, took a deep breath as if trying to suppress her rage…

Then, she closed her eyes tightly and began to pray.

“Merciful and benevolent only God Ophelaishel. Please save the soul of this lamb, who is deluded with vain fantasies, in the afterlife…”

“What…?”

Save in the afterlife?

“Are you… trying to kill me?”

“For the crime of desecrating God in front of us, you should receive a punishment equivalent to immediate execution… but we will show mercy and allow you to have a trial.”

As soon as those words ended, two guards bound Erin’s body.

“What, what are you doing?! Let go of me! You’ll regret this! I came here because I heard the voice of God and to become a saint!”

“We’ll have you imprisoned in the underground dungeon. The date will be set as soon as possible. Yes… burning at the stake seems appropriate.”

“I’ll talk to the judge myself.”

“Please do.”

Lumina once again put on a sorrowful expression and prayed to the god she believed in.

Seeing her, Erin also… closed her eyes and prayed to the ‘true god.’

“Lord Igogodon… if this is also a trial from you, I will gladly accept it. Just, please spare my life… This is not a mere plea to continue living. Just, please grant me the opportunity to spread your word! Save me… save everyone who is deceived by the false god…!!!!!”

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“……”

After checking the last panel, I kept reading the comic over and over again.

…It’s frustrating. Annoying. It felt like something was about to burst inside me.

From the beginning, those guys didn’t even try to listen to Erin properly.

Erin was a woman who could prove herself. She just needed to show a miracle. Of course, I was going to support her.

But they suddenly decided to kill her, calling her blasphemous or whatever?

“I lost, you damn author.”

Fine. I’ll support her.

Without much thought, I tried to donate a thousand won, thinking, ‘ㅋ Let’s teach those b*stards a lesson~.’

―Wait a minute.

At that moment, I suddenly got curious.

When there was a huge stone, I heard that ‘a donation of more than three thousand won is needed.’ In other words, the author had their own standards for changing the plot.

But at least from my perspective, the current situation was far more dangerous than having a stone blocking the way.

But this can be solved with a thousand won, and that required three thousand won?

Come to think of it… didn’t I donate ten thousand won once?

That was the first time my nickname ‘Igogodon’ resonated loudly in the comic.

Spears fell from the sky, and the fans went wild.

I deleted the comment I was about to write and left a new one.

[ Igogodon: Is it okay to donate a thousand won this time too? What happens then? ]

ㄴ[ PleaseGiveMoney (author): If you donate 1,000 won, Erin’s fate will change, and she will safely escape the crisis and continue her journey to become a saint! ]

ㄴ[ Igogodon: No;; I mean, what if I donate ten thousand won here? ]

ㄴ[ PleaseGiveMoney (author): It will be similar to when you donated 10,000 won last time. The ‘power’ to change fate will be applied to that extent. ]

ㄴ[Lee Guo-guodun: Are you not going to tell us how it ends?? ]

ㄴ[ Please give me money (writer): It’s not that I won’t tell you, but that I can’t. It’s a future that hasn’t been observed yet. ]

Even though it was just a concept, this time I felt like making a big donation.

‘Should I try a 10,000 won donation here too?’

At the moment I added another zero to the donation.

Why did I do it?

Was it because I was so immersed in this comic?

Or was it because that saint candidate who was being mean to Erin was so annoying?

Looking back, it was a very impulsive decision, but—

‘Darn it.’

I added another zero without hesitation and pressed the donation button.

[Lee Guo-guo-dun (Donation / 100,000 won): LOL, let’s teach those guys a lesson~~~ ]