Chapter 109
Chapter 109
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Giga Christ
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Yoon Si-woo (deceased at age 40) had lived a textbook trash life.
Raised by parents who could barely stand each other, he veered onto the wrong path from childhood. He dropped out of high school and became a full-blown criminal.
“This is that trendy internet thing everyone's talking about, huh?”
He was sharp as a tack.
Spotting the internet boom sparked by the IT bubble, he instantly schemed up ways to scam people with it—and put them into action, raking in piles of cash.
Setting up fake bank websites to phish financial info and loot deposits.
Luring folks with freebies into surveys, then selling their personal data to China or corporations.
Deliberately stirring up shit in online communities, baiting insults, then suing for defamation and pocketing settlements.
He pulled off all sorts of internet crimes, and as the web exploded, his antics grew bolder.
Finally, he struck it filthy rich with scam coins, quit the game, and planned to live quietly in the Philippines—until a heart attack hit him like a truck.
“Guhhh!”
Right in the middle of the street.
In his dying moments, his eyes locked on a cross. The modest cross atop a street church. And he thought:
‘God, I repent right now. Send me to heaven, please.’
He didn't believe in God.
Worst case, no loss—if God was real, his repentance would get him into heaven; if not, no harm done.
“Fuck! I prayed to the wrong goddamn god!”
And so Yoon Si-woo dragged the iron chains around his neck across the floor, crawling with all his might once again today.
“Was the answer Buddhism all along?!”
Guards in goblin form.
Snippets of goblin chatter like, ‘When's Ksitigarbha coming back around?’
Talk of reincarnation into a new life after a set time or true repentance.
‘If I'd known, I'd have repented to Buddha!’
Wasn't Christianity way more famous than Buddhism?
And hey, the cross was right there.
But who would've thought it'd backstab him like this?!
‘Fuck! This is why those evangelical scum can't be trusted!’
All they cared about was fleecing tithes.
Brainwashing followers to live like kings while groping women—perverted freaks.
Spouting love and mercy from their mouths while hiding behind God's name to commit every crime in the book—hypocrites.
‘Christianity's a total scam. Buddhism was the real deal! It's all those evangelicals' fault I'm in hell! If there'd been a temple, I'd have repented to Buddha and gone straight to heaven!’
Christianity was a scam.
That's what he thought.
『Hey! Yun-shithead! Why no answer?』
Even at this moment, facing a massive, roided-out Jesus figure.
Yoon Si-woo, pain forgotten at the sight—like Jesus had been shooting anabolic steroids since infancy—stared blankly.
“Jesus?”
『No way, Yun-shithead! It's Giga-Christ! You're great and all, Yun-shithead, but you never listen! That's why you ignored the doc, lived like a slut, and croaked from a heart attack, right?』
“But this is Buddhist hell—why are you here...”
『East or West, who gives a shit? Point is, lost little sheep bastards like you exist. I'm here to lead sheep bastards like you back to the straight and narrow!』
“I'm already in hell—what ‘straight and narrow’...”
He wanted to argue more, but crippling hunger shut him up.
“Grrrr... S-stomach... so... hungry...!”
Hell's torment gifted the undead with insatiable hunger that drove them to gnaw their own flesh.
As Yoon Si-woo crawled desperately toward food, Giga-Christ whispered in his ear.
『Yun-shithead, you happy with your current situation?』
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From that day on, Giga-Christ haunted Yoon Si-woo's side.
『Yun-shithead! Impressive! Your crawling's pro-level! Did some ranger training in the army? Special forces material for sure! Oh right, felons get exemptions, huh?』
『The memories in that head of yours are mostly worthless trash—no point stealing 'em. But hey, frees up space for new stuff. Total win-win, right?』
『Chill, Yun-shithead! To topple the wall, hit [X] precisely! No rushing—stay cool and press it!』
No one else could see him.
Not fellow sinners, not even the goblins.
So Yoon Si-woo figured it was some new torture.
‘Sneaky way to grind down a guy's nerves.’
Or maybe he'd finally lost it and was hallucinating.
Either way, Giga-Christ wasn't worth his time.
‘Lead me to the straight path? Save me from hell? What bullshit.’
Smart as he was, he knew he didn't deserve salvation.
Bad family made him a crook?
Plenty from worse homes turned into great men—or at least normal folks.
No proper education?
Legal and moral basics are standard in modern society—everyone knows 'em.
Born evil?
He understood others' pain, felt pity and compassion, but ignored it all for quick comfort and greed.
Just loved money.
Wanted the easy life.
Craved special status others lacked.
In a world where money ruled, wanted more than anyone.
That's why the evil deeds. Regret? Sure—but only to escape hell's torment, not true remorse.
『You overthink everything, Yun-shithead. Hey! It's only been 5 years here, right? How many times have you regretted or repented in those 5 years?』
So no forgiveness for me. Won't get it, don't deserve it.
Repentance is dogshit. Impossible. Don't even want to.
『You really believe that? No life without regret, Yun-shithead. Never once truly sorry for your sins? Nah, it's not that you can't repent. You just won't. Too painful, too agonizing—so you quit before starting.』
Why the fuck could this monster read his mind?
Mired in hunger, pain, anxiety, rage—downloading a digital certificate, Yoon Si-woo grudgingly listened.
『Pigs bragging ‘I gain weight just drinking water!’ like it's Nobel physics? Same shit—you're fooling yourself with ‘I'm an unforgivable sinner!’』
‘Me? Worthy of forgiveness?’
『Of course! Alive, you'd atone through endless service and remorse. But you're dead now? Already suffering hell's punishment in pain? So you need just one thing: true atonement—aka repentance.』
‘Repent to who?’
『Duh—the people you tormented, deceived, made miserable with your crimes!』
‘Don't even know who I hurt, who got screwed over by me.’
『Oh! Dumbass Yun-shithead! Good thing I'm here! Think I'd yak like some false prophet?』
Giga-Christ stretched toward the sky like yawning.
Lightning crashed down, and a thick, rugged leather whip materialized in Giga-Christ's hand.
『Gonna whip you with this. You'll feel your sins—and the pain, emotions, memories of everyone you hurt—straight to your soul. Brace yourself, Yun-shithead!』
“Wait—!”
The whip cracked across his body.
Five years of hell's torments had numbed him to pain—or so he thought. Giga-Christ's lash was another level.
“Huuuugh!”
Soul-shaking agony.
Each strike burned victims' resentment, rage, life's hardships into his spirit—the ones he caused.
“Please... stop... please!”
『Yun-shithead! You can do it! You're worthy of repentance! Feel their pain—apologize from the heart!』
“I'm sorry! My fault!”
『Lip-service repentance to dodge pain ain't real! From the soul! Truly! Atone! You got this, Yun-shithead! I believe in you!』
From then on, Giga-Christ whipped him daily.
No days off. The soul-lashing floggings wrecked his mind—but awakened something deep within.
‘This pain... what my victims felt?’
It was conscience, long ignored. A box stuffed with pity, sympathy, empathy, consideration for others, forgiveness.
『I believe everyone can change, Yun-shithead. Sure, some can't—born psychos, rotten to the core. You probably thought that too. World's flooded with horror stories now, easy to buy in.』
Hell's usual punishments never stirred this.
But the whip was different.
『Don't judge the world by extremes. Hunting only monsters? How to see truth? It's like closing your eyes to find light.』
The whip hurt worse than any torment—but carried Giga-Christ's heart too.
Worrying, encouraging, trusting him.
‘Why do this for me?’
『Obvious question, Yun-shithead.』
Yoon Si-woo had forgotten its name for so long.
『Because I love you! Don't get it twisted—not sexual or bro-love.』
Not parental love.
Not romantic.
Not friendship.
『No reason, no reward—I just love you.』
Unconditional love.
『But I don't love sin. So repent! You can, Yun-shithead!』
At first, the love overwhelmed him.
Folks who've tasted steak eat it best; same with love. Yoon Si-woo didn't know how.
‘You believe in me?’
Can I pull this off?
Yeah—let's try.
Giga-Christ's love moved him. He restarted true repentance, long abandoned.
‘Truly sorry. Apologizing late to those I hurt and harmed.’
Didn't nail it first try.
But meeting that unconditional love's expectations tickled his heart, blotting out hell's pain briefly.
“Truly sorry.”
From then, he repented for victims sincerely.
Empathized through the whip, apologized truly, regretted deeply.
『Good boy, Yun-shithead.』
Their pain as his own.
Soon, Giga-Christ stopped whipping—but Yoon kept repenting.
‘Now I see the world right.’
Hell's agonies couldn't twist him anymore.
‘Hell wasn't here.’
No more fooled by punishments.
‘My heart was hell.’
He calmly conquered the ad-spammer wall.
No mistakes. Pain was repentance's meaning, reflection's lash.
Wanted more agony, but Giga-Christ scolded.
『Yun-shithead! Austerity's good, but don't get addicted! Don't confuse ends and means!』
First time: scaled the ad wall, seized food.
‘How 'bout this? Share instead of eat.’
『Wanna starve more?』
‘No—wanna give to others now.’
『Good idea, Yun-shithead!』
Shared his food with sinners.
Gave his rest breaks to others after cert walls.
Accepted punishments gladly, never complained.
“Ah.”
『Congrats, Yun-shithead.』
One day.
Pain vanished.
Hunger gone since hell—gone. Hatred fog in his head—gone. World-hating rage—washed away.
『True repentance, huh? Time for reincarnation.』
A beam from heaven bathed Yoon Si-woo.
Goblins whispered in awe—first time seeing it. Sinners sensed salvation, mobbed him.
“Me too! Take me!”
“You escaping alone?!”
“Why just you?!”
Wanted to yield, but light pinned him—helpless.
『Time to part. Won't say ‘see ya’—got more sheep bastards to save here. If we meet again, means you sinned. Hope not.』
A thought struck.
‘Sorry. Doubted and insulted you.’
『What? Bashing Christians? Good call! Told 'em no profiteering or scamming in my house—those jerks did.』
‘But...’
I insulted you.
Then, behind Giga-Christ: a burning cross.
‘Ugh!’
Hellfire devouring all.
Blasphemous beyond words—like every human past, present, future's sins and ugliness fused. Soul-corrupting just to see.
‘Giga-Christ!’
In backlit silhouette, the meme-flesh giant vanished.
A normal-sized, normal build—scarred, frail patient on collapse's edge stood there.
『Yoon Si-woo.』
That frail frame bore the burning cross, crushing him endlessly.
Flesh burned nonstop, regenerated nonstop.
Could drop it anytime—yet the emaciated man never did.
『Even if you insult me.』
『Even if you despise me.』
『Even if you mock me.』
『Even if you don't believe in me.』
『Even if you hate me.』
『I will always love you.』
Face hidden in glare.
Ascending in light, Yoon glimpsed his mouth barely.
『So fear not.』
『Even if many impersonate me, defy my teachings, slither like snakes.』
『Etch this in your soul.』
『One thing matters: love.』
He smiled.
『Love your neighbor as yourself.』
『Hate the sin, not the sinner.』
『Even with heaven-shaking power, world-changing might, endless riches—if no love, nothing.』
『Even the Creator.』
Mischievous.
The grin of a brat who'd prank his parents rotten.
『This time, live a life loving others.』
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“It's a boy!”
A maternity ward in Korea.
Late into the night, a child burst into the world with a mighty wail.
“Such a lusty cry—general material for sure.”
The healthy boy bawled endlessly.
What joy?
What sorrow?
Squinting nonexistent tears with all his might.
He bawled on.
“Waaah!”
This time, live a life loving others.
Someone's heartfelt advice etched into his soul.