Chapter 117
Chapter 117
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 117
Chapter Title: Talking to the Characters
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"Hah!"
I laughed.
I was genuinely mocking the villain straight out of the comic.
I mean, come on?
This guy spouts off about being the Sole God and being disappointed in them—
But in the end, he only shelled out 200,000 won!
He spent 200,000 won and acts like he's all that!
I casually cracked my knuckles and stretched out my hands.
*Crack, crack.* The sound of my fingers popping filled the quiet room.
'To reach the position of being called the Sole God and then strut around after spending that little...'
It had been a while since I'd gotten this heated watching a comic.
'Hah... They really nailed this world to pull me in deep.'
Handing the omakase plot to the author was definitely the right call.
An unexpected super-fast development. The emergence of another 'sponsor' like me—one who pours in real cash to influence the world, but closer to an evil god—
All of this felt like it was designed with such intent to make me want to spend money that it gave me chills.
This blatant sponsorship bait?
I could get behind it.
The expected revenue from drawing the comic was basically just my sponsorships anyway, and at this level, it wasn't even that pushy, right?
If they were really going hard on monetization, it'd be easier to show a scenario where you can't do anything without paying up.
Like, suddenly a meteor falls and you need 200,000 won to stop it. If I don't pay, the world ends—that kind of vibe?
Back then, maybe, but now I'm long past hooked on the dopamine this comic dishes out, so I'd probably cave to even a forced demand like that—but it wouldn't feel great.
Even without a knife to my throat, it'd feel like getting mugged.
That's not the current situation.
Show an annoying villain, but since it's in the past, just watching it pass by won't derail the story.
It's a pitiful event, but with Dtamuk Thinking Army seemingly gone, there's nothing to do about it now. Just backstory explaining 'this is what happened'—nothing more, nothing less.
In this setup, I'm just voluntarily opening my wallet.
Whether it's because Dtamuk Thinking Army was a jerk or whatever—if I spend even a little for the New Continent's elves, that's entirely my choice.
In game terms, it's like seeing a skin you don't need to buy but crave so bad you whip out your card anyway.
Plus, honestly—with the money I've given so far, no other comic offers this kind of story, these developments, these characters.
The reason I pay is because the comic's fun and I love the characters. As long as it keeps delivering great stories and addictive characters, I'd spend as much as needed.
So this kind of 'sponsorship nudge' is fine. No, I love it!
If the author's going all-out with this genuine effort to get paid—
Then naturally, I'd fight back by spending accordingly!
[ Igugwoden: I see. ]
[ Igugwoden: Writer-chan's sincerity really comes through. ]
[ Igugwoden: Wanna see how much I can shell out? ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: Huh? ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: What do you mean...? ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: I merely observed what Erin was showing me. ]
[ Igugwoden: lololol no. ]
'...Ah.'
Come to think of it, something had popped into my head while reading the comic.
I'd gotten so hyped in my over-immersed fujoshi mode that I'd forgotten for a sec.
I immediately messaged the author.
[ Igugwoden: Writer. ]
[ Igugwoden: Got a question. ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: Ask away, Lord Igugwoden. ]
[ Igugwoden: That thing Dtamuk Thinking Army did. ]
[ Igugwoden: Can I do all that too? ]
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'...!!!'
The Observer's eyes turned into dead fish eyes as she chatted with Sole God Igugwoden.
He... He was asking if he could do everything that 'Dtamuk Thinking Army'—clearly a being from the realm of gods, another past sponsor—had done?
'No way...!'
Having observed Erin's conversation with Pibiola and the past she recalled, she knew.
She knew the horrific atrocities Dtamuk Thinking Army had committed against the creations on 'another continent' synced to his world.
Yes. 'Divine Power' was absolute power that made anything possible. Unlike Sole God Igugwoden right before her eyes, Dtamuk Thinking Army had used that power in such cruel, brutal ways.
First off, he changed the creations' race name to a slur.
You could tell it was a slur just from his attitude.
It wasn't just his personal nickname. Considering that their presumed original race name ■■■ couldn't be observed no matter what, he'd used Divine Power to uproot and rewrite their race name entirely.
On top of that, he lied to the creations without hesitation.
From the Observer's view, even if the worlds were now connected, they were originally separate with different rules—so that was understandable.
But one thing was certain—reviving the already dead was impossible, no matter how overflowing with Divine Power.
The observers prompting sponsorships in that world couldn't have been unaware. They must have informed him, yet he lied anyway—a act requiring serious malice.
If she weren't a living being, she wouldn't feel a thing about it.
Her past self would have dryly dismissed it as 'that world's Observer merely following the will of a sponsor from the realm of gods.'
But the current Observer was a living being with a human body, capable of thought and feeling—
And so, she couldn't help but shudder at the 'god's' atrocities.
In that context—
Igugwoden, who always showered our world and its inhabitants with warm love, was asking if he could do 'what Dtamuk Thinking Army did.'
No way...
'Lord Igugwoden... figured it out too?'
That if he wanted, Lord Igugwoden could, at any moment,
Destroy our world...
As much as he desired?
Even as an 'Observer' who must obey a god's will, her newfound emotions made it hard to accept.
No.
That can't be.
Lord Igugwoden, always so kind, wouldn't think like that.
But—beings in the 'realm of gods' generally saw our world as fictional, nonexistent.
Plus, though on a smaller scale than Lord Igugwoden, Dtamuk Thinking Army had initially granted miracles to that continent's creations too.
The Observer cautiously messaged Lord Igugwoden beyond.
[ That's right. ]
[ That world's 'Dtamuk Thinking Army' used the same kind of power. ]
[ If he did it... Of course Lord Igugwoden can do it too. ]
Even as she said it, she worried.
What if Lord Igugwoden said, 'Fine, pay up and kill half the Empire as a test'...? What then?
Her head knew he wouldn't command that, but her heart pounded oddly.
What choice should she make as an Observer—
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The Observer squeezed her eyes shut.
And steeled herself.
...Anyway.
Without Lord Igugwoden's light, this world would have fallen.
Corrupt religious orders, aristocracy at its limits.
Without a benevolent god, plagues and disasters would have surely destroyed it.
If this world vanished—she, existing to observe it, would cease too.
In truth, she'd have vanished without pain or fear. No life, no will to live.
Even so—
[ Tell me, Lord Igugwoden. ]
[ With Divine Power, I'll make it happen within my limits. ]
—For the great 'Word of God' must be fulfilled, no matter what.
Whatever Lord Igugwoden commanded, she would obey without question.
With that resolve, the Observer slowly opened her gray eyes to see—
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[ PleaseGiveMoney: Tell me, Lord Igugwoden. ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: With Divine Power, I'll make it happen within my limits. ]
[ Igugwoden: Uh... kinda embarrassing. ]
[ Igugwoden: With Erin... and Eirene. ]
[ Igugwoden: Can I talk to them directly? ]
'Hah.'
After sending that last message, I instinctively covered my face in shame.
It felt like the same cringe as when I'd typed 'Erin's boobs super big' as a message to her.
'Asking to chat with comic characters...!!'
The moment I saw Dtamuk Thinking Army talking to Pibiola and the elves, the question hit me—can I do that too?
Asked, and apparently yes.
So, with Erin, who's always busting her ass helping me...
'Doesn't that mean I can talk to my wife??'
Of course, I know.
Dtamuk Thinking Army, the elves' lines—it's all the author typing it.
In other words—I'm basically asking the author for 'doll play'!
Sure, it's phrased as Erin and Eirene talking.
But it'll just be a panel with a speech bubble like 'Whoa! Lord Igugwoden's voice! This is the voice of god!' or whatever.
And obviously, typing those lines in the bubble is the author's job.
Even for an over-immersed otaku like me, this is kinda embarrassing...
Then.
[ PleaseGiveMoney: Lord Igugwoden. ]
'Hm?'
It was just chat, but it felt oddly firm, like maybe 'Money's one thing, but character roleplay's tough.'
[ PleaseGiveMoney: Thank you. ]
'????'
Suddenly??
[ PleaseGiveMoney: For Erin. And Eirene. ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: Thank you so much for loving our world. ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: I'm... truly glad the god I met is you, Lord Igugwoden. ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: I mean it, Lord Igugwoden. ]
'Wha... what???'
[ Igugwoden: ??? ]
[ Igugwoden: What's with you suddenly? ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: Just saying what needs to be said. ]
My confusion at the totally unexpected, somewhat out-of-context response from the author didn't last long.
[ PleaseGiveMoney: About what you said. ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: The observation format differs slightly from that god, but if he did it, it's definitely possible. ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: Want to try it right now? ]
'So it is possible?'
Well, if I'm spending for puppet theater anyway, I gotta think about what to say to them as a god.
They're getting into character seriously, so no way I'd troll with 'You're all just comic characters' or something.
[ Igugwoden: Nah, gotta normalize the New Continent first. ]
[ Igugwoden: Now that I know their situation, can't just leave 'em like this. ]
[ PleaseGiveMoney: Understood. ]
[ Igugwoden: Now the New Continent's in my sights too, right? ]
[ Igugwoden: So gotta do what needs doing... ]
[ Igugwoden: Tell the new long-eared friends who the real Sole God of this world is. ]
Alright then, time to enlighten the New Continent's long-eared new pals.
Show 'em what it means for the true God to look down!
As I pondered where to start—
'Wait... this development happened with my 150,000 won sponsorship, right?'
If so—maybe something like this is possible too?
*Tap tap tap.*
I cautiously messaged the author.
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