The World I Was Supporting Was Real

Episode 8. A Plain Fact

After leaving the donation comment.

I naturally thought, ‘No way! You blessed 100,000 won! Oh my! You’re so generous, Lee Guo Guodun! I will immediately resolve Erin’s trial!’ or something like that would be the reply.

But—

No matter how long I waited, there was no reply.

‘What?’

We were just communicating through comments, so I thought they would thank me right away?

5 minutes, 10 minutes. Even after several minutes, there was no immediate reply.

What happened, I felt a strange sense of uneasiness creeping up my spine, but—

If you think about it, isn’t it more strange to check comments immediately and reply instantly?

I was just used to getting quick replies every time.

‘Maybe they’re doing something else.’

I spent the money, but I didn’t intend to act entitled and demand an immediate response, so I started to tidy up and get ready for bed.

… … At that moment.

Buzz!

‘Huh?’

Just in time, a reply seemed to have come in, so I checked the page again at the sound of the vibration.

[ Please give me some money (author): sjdw.wo.to ＜＜ This is a 1:1 chat room. Please enter here. ]

Suddenly, I wondered what was going on, but without much suspicion, I clicked the link.

As he said, this was a chat room. A space where only 1:1 chats took place.

Interestingly, my nickname was set to ‘Igugugdon’. So, did the author create this chat room?

Since the site doesn’t support 1:1 chat functions, I thought it might be necessary to create one if needed… But usually, people who watch comics wouldn’t want to chat with other readers.

[ Igugugdon: Why did you call me? ]

[ GiveMeMoney: I’m sorry. I received an amount of support that I couldn’t even imagine… I had to prepare this and that. ]

[ GiveMeMoney: First of all, I would like to express my gratitude for the unimaginable amount of 100,000 won that you generously donated. ]

[ GiveMeMoney: Thank you very much, Igugugdon. We will engrave the fact that you donated 100,000 won deep in our hearts. We promise that the 100,000 won donation you sent will never be wasted. ]

The author repeatedly sent me thank you messages several times after that.

Well… if you think about it in terms of donations, 100,000 won is quite a lot of money.

Even in live streams, if you donate about 100,000 won, they would express their gratitude for quite a long time.

But isn’t this a bit of an overreaction?

I don’t think 100,000 won is an amount worth making such a fuss over.

[ Igugugdon: LOL if you’re grateful, just do a proper education ]

[ GiveMeMoney: Don’t worry about that. As long as there is the power of 100,000 won, the world will change from its roots. Your existence will fundamentally change this world. I want to let you know that it is a great honor for me to be able to share that moment with you. ]

Judging by his tone, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he was a GM engrossed in a TRPG.

[ Igugugdon: Then, bye~~~~ Let me know when the next episode is up ]

[ GiveMeMoney: Please wait a moment. ]

[ Igugugdon: ? ]

[ GiveMeMoney: Since you donated 100,000 won, I must convey your words. ]

[ GiveMeMoney: Please leave a message to be conveyed to everyone as a god, and a separate message to Erin. ]

[ GiveMeMoney: I will definitely convey any message. Please leave anything. ]

Huh?

Leave a message?

Is he talking about some kind of donation reward?

Well, if I can put a sentence I said in the comic and get 100,000 won, it’s definitely a profitable business.

[ Igugugdon: Anything is fine? ]

[ GiveMeMoney: Of course, it’s fine. Even if you leave just one line, it’s enough to give life since your words are like the words of a god. ]

Feeling not too bad about his continuous flattery, I naturally started to think about what to say.

Let’s see… … As a god, delivering a message to everyone means I’ll be talking to those unlucky kids, right?

This was simple enough, no need for thought. The problem was the message to Erin.

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Even though it was only “to Erin” in the setting… … still, since I’m already so immersed, should I just say something like “Erin, fighting!”?

Because it’s true that I watched and cheered for her journey in the comic.

… … No, that’s too boring. Since I already spent 100,000 won, overdoing it isn’t bad, right? After all, I’m the only reader.

In reality, the view count for this episode had only reached 10,000. The author, whose work everyone had lost interest in, was still drawing this manga that only I was watching, even though it received sponsorship.

[IguoGuoden: Really anything is okay?? ]

[ MoneyPlease : Yes, it is. ]

Then what… …

This much… … isn’t overdoing it… … right… … ?

First, I wrote the message to deliver to everyone as a god.

[IguoGuoden: First, a message from God. ‘A simple fact. God’s name is IguoGuoden.’ Please deliver this. ]

This should shut up the kids who were arguing about the name.

That wasn’t the important part.

I took a deep breath and slowly typed.

[ IguoGuoden : And to Erin ]

[IguoGuoden: Tell her ErinChuChuJangKer]

After saying that, I chuckled wryly.

No, I’m this old and I find this funny.

But the only thing that came to mind was her large breasts, whose presence couldn’t be hidden even after bathing.

The fact that I’ve become this serious about Erin can’t be separated from the fact that she is my type—specifically, a cute girl with large breasts—making it a much more significant issue than I thought.

Honestly, I also thought it would be nice if she drew a service scene. If I pay for breast talk, wouldn’t she draw more?

[ MoneyPlease : By ChuChu, you mean the sacred power pouch… are you referring to her breasts, correct? ]

[ IguoGuoden : Yes ]

[IguoGuoden: If that doesn’t work, do something else]

[Money Please: No. How could it not work, IguoGuoden-nim. If IguoGuoden-nim considers it important, the world will simply accept that fact. ]

Right. If you know, then please draw a service scene.

A forced breast scene is better than a boring scene lacking in coherence—that’s my creed.

[ MoneyPlease: I will make sure to deliver IguoGuoden-nim’s words to everyone. ]

[ MoneyPlease: Finally, I would like to express my gratitude once more. Thank you for your generous donation of 100,000 won. ]

(Note: All characters are fictional and above the age of 21.)

[ Please give me some money: Then, I’ll see you in the next episode ]

After ending the chat like that, I couldn’t help but let out a series of meaningless laughs for a while.

Erin-chan… How on earth will a writer who excels at brain-dead moments bring this word to life?

At that time, I didn’t think much about the messages conveyed by the deity.

What lingered in my mind instead was Erin’s upper chest revealed in the bath scene.

‘… … .’

… … I was going to hold back today.

While having such frivolous thoughts, I searched for the keyword ‘big breasts’ on the site where the artwork was posted.

* * *

Please.

Please save everyone who is being deceived by the false god—

Though Erin was closing her eyes and praying, there was no way for her, a young woman, to overcome the strength of two grown men.

“When would be a good date for the trial, Lady Lumina?”

“I think as soon as possible would be the best. The god would want to open the poor lamb’s eyes as soon as possible.”

“Come here!”

The figures of the two women talking were gradually fading away.

Am I really going to be dragged into prison like this?

Am I… Going to be trapped in a dungeon?

‘Igwoigwo-don…!’

However, Erin did not blame the god even in this situation.

If this is a trial from the god, she would accept it.

No, perhaps it was due to a lack of prayer.

She would continue to offer prayers throughout her time in prison.

No longer doubting the existence of the god.

The god exists. And, she calls the god ‘Igwoigwo-don.’ That was an unchanging absolute truth.

So, surely, it would be the same this time. The god would listen to her prayers.

‘Igwoigwo-don. I, Erin, as one chosen by Igwoigwo-don, dare to hope. Please hear my prayer. For me, for me—’

Please grant me the miracle to overcome this trial――

“……Huh?”

It happened in an instant.

Flash.

What enveloped the eyes was a flash.

“U, uwaaah!”

“What is this! What happened?!”

With the flash reflecting in everyone’s eyes, their vision was blocked.

No, it’s not just that the flash reflected in everyone’s eyes. This light.

This light――swallowed the world. It is a light that swallows the world.

“This, this is……!!!!”

Yet Erin was not swallowed by the light.

A woman came into view clearly. Lumina.

The woman who claimed to be closest to the saint, who asserted that the name of the god was Opheliaichel.

“Y-you……what have you done!?”

“!!”

It seemed that Lumina could see this side as well.

Surely this was in front of the great cathedral of the capital Opheliaichel, where there were a lot of people… …

In a space made entirely of pure white light, there were only Erin and Lumina—the two women.

“Kyaaah!”

At that moment.

Lumina staggered, unable to keep her balance, and soon a book popped out of her body.

―It was the Bible. The book that the saint candidate always carried in her arms.

The holiest book in the world, containing the words of God and the journey from the beginning of time.

The Bible, as if it had gained life, soared high into the sky… … then, by itself, it opened and began to flutter incessantly, making the sound of pages rustling.

And then.

To Lumina, and to Erin—a voice began to be heard.

A sacred voice, so holy that it naturally inspired faith just by hearing it, making it impossible to arbitrarily determine its gender.

―In the primordial times when only light and darkness existed, there was God.

God created a place to set foot. It was called ‘Earth’.

After that, God created a place to stretch out his arms. It was called ‘Heaven’.

“This is……!”

The first verse of the Bible.

A monumental sentence that marks the beginning of the grand epic of the great goddess who created the earth and sky, created humans, and was gifted the name Ophelia by her creations.

Lumina read it over and over again. To hear the voice of the one true god, Ophelia. To become a saint, she read it to the point of exhaustion!

Before she could even grasp the situation, a natural emotion arose—sacredness. Despite the continuous unknown events, Lumina was in awe. She had been taught that she must revere.

However, Erin felt a slightly different emotion than Lumina.

For some reason, she ‘knew’. She knew that the content she was reciting would soon turn into a meaningless string of sentences.

“What…?”

Lumina, unable to contain her shock, looked up at the Bible.

The Bible… was throbbing as if it had gained life.

No, that wasn’t it. It looked as if it was pleading with someone.

The lowly to the high.

The flowing to the resisting.

――Is it asking to be saved?

Erin’s gaze reached deeper than Lumina’s.

This is… the moment of creation. A moment when this world undergoes a fundamental transformation and is reborn anew.

Destruction for creation. Creation blooming from destruction. An area of ​​’divine realm’ that humans could never hope to touch.

A moment to save ‘all those deceived by the false god’… she instinctively knew.

And then―

A pillar of light pierced through the Bible.

‘!!!!’

The two women instinctively knew.

This was the moment they glimpsed a fragment of the god-slaying.

What they were witnessing was the end of the old era of the old regime.

The true god’s judgment descending upon the era where the false god reigned.

The Bible, having stopped its movement, began to quietly spill out all the truths it held.

Light and darkness■■ existed ■in the ■place, God ■was ■there.

God ■stood on the ■ground and ■created ■it. He called it ‘earth’.

Then, God ■stretched out his ■arm and ■created ■it. He called it ‘sky’.

The verses of the Bible… were disappearing.

It was a truly bizarre sight. How many could easily imagine a scene where sentences began for life and then faded away?

But God showed no mercy. ‘What was once truth’ lost its weight the moment it lost its authority.

The birth of God, the subsequent changes in the world, the phrases that everyone in this world rushed to put in their mouths to gild their tongues with God’s authority… all of them.

Disappear.

The sentences scattered into dust without a trace.

As if they should never have existed… no.

As if they never existed at all.

And, what is engraved instead on the blank Bible—God’s words.

Not the false Bible, but the true words bloom in the Bible, replacing the erased letters.

The first verse delivered by God’s herald, announcing the opening of a new era――

――A simple fact. God’s name is Igogodon.

The world was being rewritten.