Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: The Sponsored World Was Real
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[Gen 1:1] A Plain Fact. The name of God is Igugwoden.
[Gen 1:2] Plain Fact two. Proof that Igugwoden is the Sole God is all listed in the 'Donation History.'
[Gen 1:3] Plain Fact three. Anyone claiming to be a god but whose name isn't Igugwoden is a fraud to be torn apart and killed.
[Gen 1:4] These three Plain Facts bundled together are called 'A Dish of Facts,'
[Gen 1:5] and if one still fails to understand God's words after devouring a dish, then from that point it's simply an issue of intelligence.
[Gen 1:6] And so Lord Igugwoden injected 'A Dish of Facts' into 'nothingness,'
[Gen 1:7] granting the name 'darkness' to what was dark and 'light' to what was bright, signifying the beginning of the world.
[Gen 1:8] One Dish of Facts became the earth, another became the heavens,
[Gen 1:9] and the wide-open sky with the vast expanse of land pleased Lord Igugwoden greatly, who laughed 'Uhheuhheuh,' this being the first divine utterance.
—The imperial capital Igugwoden, a city bearing centuries of history and the largest on the continent.
A city named after the Sole God, which had endured countless calamities and rule by various powers, yet never once changed its name.
There stood the grandest cathedral in the city, towering even higher than the royal palace—Igugwoden Cathedral.
A place guarded with far stricter security than even the Pope's chambers, existing only within the cathedral: the 'Saintess's Room.'
The sole being permitted entry, Saintess Erin, was repeatedly reading the first page of the book she always carried—the Holy Scripture.
Days had passed since receiving divine revelation, yet no matter how many times she read it, it never grew tiresome; each moment felt fresh.
'The more I read, the more Lord Igugwoden's sacred words sink perfectly into my mind... I understand them so, so well...!!'
To Erin, the Holy Scripture was murder.
It butchered her former self, ignorant of Lord Igugwoden, rebirthing her solely as Erin's devoted to him!
'Ah... No matter how many times I read it, Lord Igugwoden's Plain Facts flood into my belly...'
Each line of his words sent shivers through Erin.
Especially whenever she recalled the divine command not to forget she was a woman.
No...
If I keep accepting this... I'll... revert to the days before knowing Lord Igugwoden...
'I absolutely can't go back...!'
Erin basked in the supreme bliss following the religious fulfillment granted by doctrine, then leaned back and let out a deep sigh.
Yes. This was the Holy Scripture.
The old world overrun by false gods was the flawed one. The current world, showered in Lord Igugwoden's grace, was the rightful one.
Already chosen as the Saintess in Igugwoden and impregnated with divine truth, Erin could comprehend every word of the Holy Scripture.
All but one—'Donation History.'
What on earth was 'Donation History'?
She knew the word 'history,' but 'Donation' eluded her no matter how she read it.
It was the sole domain even Erin—who pored over the Holy Scripture endlessly to grasp its Plain Facts—couldn't comprehend.
'It's fine. As the Saintess, I'll have plenty of days ahead to hear Lord Igugwoden's voice and spread his words.'
Thus immersed in the Holy Scripture, trembling as she savored the presence of 'truth' within her belly.
"Saintess. I've brought your meal."
A priestess serving the Saintess entered the room.
The Saintess's Room was forbidden even to the Pope. Aside from Saintess Erin, only the three high female priestesses personally selected by the Pope—those with potent divine power—could briefly enter.
Today's visitor was the loyal servant of God who always attended her—Cecilia.
"Thank you as always."
"Not at all, Saintess."
After receiving the meal, Erin examined Cecilia.
A female priestess ultimately meant a nun serving God.
But... Cecilia's attire was utterly indecent for a nun.
From her nape to her chest was stocking-like material, with a scant upper garment whose sideboob and cleavage were boldly exposed.
From the chest cover downward was again stocking fabric, a shameless skirt barely concealing her navel, thighs, buttocks, and rear—
No.
Erin shook her head vigorously.
The wicked common sense of the false world—where she'd briefly forgotten Lord Igugwoden—had assaulted her mind. But who was Erin?
Chosen by Lord Igugwoden himself!
Her mind swiftly embraced the new era's natural 'common sense.'
That's not indecent clothing. On the contrary, it suited a nun perfectly.
So, as the Saintess, I'll offer praise that would delight a nun!
"Your Divine Power Pouch looks as impressive as ever today, Cecilia. You must pray diligently every day?"
Cecilia bowed humbly.
"Thank you, Saintess. This must be Lord Igugwoden answering my prayers."
Exactly.
The most crucial for becoming a nun wasn't devout faith, reverence for God, or devotion to the continent's masses—it was the Divine Power Pouch.
This was stated in the Holy Scripture.
「Lord Igugwoden selected the woman with the largest bosom as his proxy (Holy 3:8)
And declared, 'What a cute Divine Power Pouch, uhheuhheu,' making her the first Saintess (Holy 3:9)
The Saintess's massive Divine Power Pouch pleased Lord Igugwoden, thus the first virtue of a nun (Holy 3:10)」
She'd nearly forgotten the key passage from the Holy Scripture 'Holy Power Chronicle' explaining how a woman's breasts became the Divine Power Pouch.
Even after all this, she still lacked Lord Igugwoden's Plain Facts.
'I'm sorry, Lord Igugwoden... As punishment for my confusion, I'll devour Plain Facts from the Holy Scripture all night tonight...!'
Anyway, this was the new era's common sense.
A nun's aptitude and faith were judged by her Divine Power Pouch's size.
Naturally, nuns wore outfits emphasizing and exposing theirs.
Except for the Saintess. Her 'Divine Power Pouch' belonged solely to her one master, the Sole God Igugwoden.
In fact, the Saintess's robes stretched taut over her chest but weren't as overtly provocative as standard nun attire.
"Indeed. May Lord Igugwoden's Plain Facts be with you, Sister Cecilia."
After sending Cecilia off, Erin took a bite of the bread she'd brought.
Delicious. It was exquisite bread, something she'd never tasted in her starving days.
'......'
Comically, tears streamed from Erin's eyes as she chewed.
Not tears of regret, but overwhelming gratitude.
She never forgot the essential reason the false gods were shattered and he descended—because of her.
The one who saved her from suffering in the false world.
The being who gave hope to her, who'd lost even family, and a reason to live.
Lord Igugwoden, thank you. I'll serve you forever. I won't forget this grace.
Lord Igugwoden... thank you...!!
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Having finished the comic, I was now naturally chatting 1:1 with the author.
[PlzGiveMoney: How do you like it, Lord Igugwoden?]
[PlzGiveMoney: Does the changed world, thanks to your 100,000 won sponsorship, suit your tastes?]
No...
Pleased or not, I filled an empty glass with cold water again and chugged it.
[Igugwoden: No...... Is this for real???]
[Igugwoden: What kind of Holy Scripture is that, and what's with the nun outfits lololol]
[Igugwoden: And didn't I only say the first line of it??]
[PlzGiveMoney: God's words hold the power of life.]
[PlzGiveMoney: Born naturally from 100,000 won's power as words you, Lord Igugwoden, would utter.]
[PlzGiveMoney: Charging per line would trouble you, no? Though it'd benefit me...]
True...
But the world was going so off the rails it worried me a bit.
[PlzGiveMoney: Perhaps it doesn't please you?]
[Igugwoden: Nah, not really ㅇㅇ;]
No need to play coy even in anonymous chat.
It was just a comic, right?
Seeing lots of boobs was great, honestly.
'It's not a real world, so some brain rot's fine, yeah?'
The author must be thrilled earning 10k from an unseen comic.
Indeed, the latest chapter's views: just one! A single view.
Plain Facts or whatever, the artist's view count was the plainest in the world, to me.
[PlzGiveMoney: And today, specially for chest-loving Lord Igugwoden, I included many bust-emphasizing scenes.]
[PlzGiveMoney: Is the frequency to your liking?]
[Igugwoden: Yeah, it's good ㅇㅇ]
[Igugwoden: But]
Since we're brain rotting anyway... why not more?
Truth be told, everything was great, but one personal nitpick.
Too awkward to mention, but if the author's catering to my tastes like this, maybe?
[PlzGiveMoney: Speak anything, Lord Igugwoden.]
Sigh...
I scrolled up, admiring Erin's figure repeatedly, then steeled myself and typed.
[Igugwoden: Erin]
[Igugwoden: Make her boobs a bit bigger...]
[PlzGiveMoney: You wish to enlarge Erin girl's Divine Power Pouch?]
That damn Divine Power Pouch again...
One comment and it's milked to death.
[Igugwoden: ㅇㅇ]
[PlzGiveMoney: Understood. What size do you desire?]
Erin's current bust was slightly smaller than her head.
Plenty huge already—perfect mainstream big tits.
But me... I'm a head-size-tits guy. Boobs should be just a tad bigger than the head!
[Igugwoden: Headsize....]
[PlzGiveMoney: Meaning 'boobs must be bigger than the head'?]
[Igugwoden: Not insanely big, just head-sized... a tiny bit more.]
A reader asking a comic artist to make a female character's tits slightly bigger than her head.
My life was already legendary, as expected.
Maybe that's why I over-immersed in god roleplay here.
[PlzGiveMoney: Hmm... Not impossible, but]
[Igugwoden: Too much? I'd sponsor for it]
[Igugwoden: How much?]
[PlzGiveMoney: For that size, about 7,000 won.]
Higher unit price than expected, but 7k was fine?
I'd already spent 100k; no biggie now—
'Oh yeah... Erin didn't beg for sponsorship today?'
No beg from her, no mention from author, so the sponsorship button was inactive.
Gotta request an edit? As I pondered,
[PlzGiveMoney: wwac.wo.to << Come here.]
Entering the new link sent by the author—
A chatroom appeared in the corner with the 'Sponsorship' button active.
'Whoa, this exists?'
Felt oddly convenient, but only briefly.
—Perhaps.
If I'd heeded that unease then, the story might've unfolded differently.
But at the time, I was just thrilled at enlarging Erin's boobs.
[Igugwoden: (Sponsorship / 7,000 won / Divine Power Pouch must be bigger than head.... Smaller than head and God starves to death.... )]
[Igugwoden: Added sponsorship message too lololol]
[PlzGiveMoney: Thank you, Lord Igugwoden! I'll apply 7,000 won's power to Erin girl's 'Divine Power Pouch' immediately! Anticipate the holier Erin!]
From that day, I could donate anytime I wanted, sponsorship beg or not, enjoying the comic happily.
Sunk costs rose, but seeing Erin happy made me happy too.
—After 100k, no big sponsorships for a while, right?
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A few days later.
I had no choice but to abandon that thought.