Chapter 128
Chapter 128
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 128
Chapter Title: Thanks for Remembering, Erin
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--Pfft!
"Cough, cough!"
After checking the final panel, I spat out the cola I was drinking and spent several more coughs before finally freeing myself from the sneezing fit.
...Damn it.
I wasn't drinking cola while reading the comic.
'Erin's boobs super big...'
No... that's right.
I did say that.
At the time, I didn't know much about how this comic worked, and since I thought I could just say anything, I said it half-jokingly...
But the fact that the first thing I said to Erin was 'Erin's breasts are huge!' hadn't changed.
On top of that, the Erin in the last panel drawn by the writer, thrusting out her breasts...
Right now, in her clothes that seemed ready to tear at any moment, an insanely erotic sight, my 'other self' started going wild.
'Calm down!'
I calmed my dear friend and fell into thought.
What is this?
Why of all things did the last thing she said have to be that?
No way...
'Is Writer-chan giving me shit for talking too much?'
It was presented as Erin's words, but since it's ultimately dialogue the writer filled in the speech bubble, if she wanted to troll, she could have...
'...No.'
If she really intended that, there was no need to draw Erin-chan saying it in such a cute and sexy way.
Plus, at this timing when it's about to wrap up, why add extra trolling?
On top of that, it was weird for Writer-chan herself to attack me, the reader, in this roundabout trolling style.
'Our Writer-chan isn't that scheming.'
So this must be... Writer-chan, obsessed with the worldbuilding, finally remembering and somehow adding the line?
Since Erin became a saintess with my first 100,000 won sponsorship, there's no way she'd forget the very first thing I said to her—'Eboobsjang.'
The writer might forget, but Erin wouldn't—that makes it feel pretty convincing that she'd say it at the very end.
At that moment.
[ MoneyPlease : It seems one more line will be possible. ]
[ MoneyPlease : Lord Igugwoden wants to help you communicate more freely with your female friends... I'm truly sorry. ]
'This timing?!'
The cutoff timing is artistic.
Still, from my position, it's an amazing deal.
I got a ton of new Erin-chan memes for just 1,000 won per panel!
'Hmm... what should I say.'
To maximize the gains, I could craft a dense, packed line like sending a 1,000-won premium donation rice bowl—
But our Writer-chan has been kindly drawing two or three new panels when my lines get long.
I'm human too. I don't want to pull that kind of stunt on a writer who's been so good to me.
So, better to keep it concise in one line.
First, 'Thanks for remembering.'
No matter the content, the fact that she remembered what I said up to this moment is definitely commendable.
From Erin's perspective, a lot of time has passed since she was appointed saintess, yet she's cherished the words spoken at that appointment until now.
'And I did say I'd come again...'
'Take good care of me next time!' should do it.
It might be Erin's first time too, but this is my first time immersing myself like conversing with a comic character, so it felt a bit awkward.
Next time, I need to show a bit more of the great Sole God image Erin imagines. Say some grand lines, praise her efforts more, that sort of thing.
If she finds out Lord Igugwoden is just an ordinary guy in his 20s, not a god... —the moment I thought that far.
'...Gasp!'
I felt chills crawling up my spine to the top of my head.
Me, at my age, seriously worrying that a comic character might be disappointed by my real self...?
In the old days, I'd have trembled and passed out over something like that—
'It's fine!'
Slap!
I lightly slapped both my cheeks.
The sound was loud, but it didn't hurt much... perfect for clearing my head of stray thoughts.
'Of course I'm over-immersing! I'm a god!'
Right!
To 100% enjoy this comic that the writer pours her all into for me, I shouldn't feel shame over this behavior.
Instead of shame, what I need is the mindset of a god—the new self as the great Sole God Igugwoden!
...To be frank, the moment I got excited conversing with a comic character, I'd already crossed a river no ordinary human should.
So, how's the ideal paradise beyond that river—the new world?
'I love it!'
Having opened my eyes to a new world, I grinned and typed the final line—
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[ Thanks for remembering, Erin. Take good care of me next time! ]
"Huh? Take good care of you...?"
Wondering what that meant, I tilted my head slightly—
"Ah... L-Lord Igugwoden!"
As a saintess, Erin could feel it.
The presence of Lord Igugwoden, who had drawn near her, now receding into the distance.
Come to think of it, he had asked if there was a final message.
Lord Igugwoden is a god who tends the world. Even as a saintess, she was ultimately just a created being, so she naturally understood she couldn't monopolize a god's time forever.
Yes.
As a saintess, Erin could understand that.
But—
"Lord God, w-wait! Don't go. Talk with me a little more...!!"
—As a woman, Erin could not.
She wanted to see him so badly.
Not just his voice, but to face the divine visage he'd shown Her Majesty the Empress...!
But what could she do.
The light blooming from empty air faded bit by bit, silence settling in the room—
'...He's gone.'
Erin could feel that Lord Igugwoden had departed.
Staring blankly for a moment, she soon hugged the Holy Scripture she'd set on the floor tightly to her chest again.
'It's okay...'
It's okay, Lord Igugwoden.
I'm happy with just this much.
I'll hold your words that you always watch over me close to my heart... and keep going strong until the whole world is filled with Lord Igugwoden's plain facts...!
Plus, Lord Igugwoden said, 'Take good care of me next time.'
So the moment she thought they'd converse like this again next time.
'...Wait.'
Take good care of you... what exactly does that mean?
To grasp the context, Erin reviewed every exchange with Igugwoden.
And considering her last words were 'I haven't forgotten you praising my Divine Power Pouch'—
"!!!!"
Thud.
Startled without realizing, Erin dropped the Holy Scripture onto her lap.
Relieved it hadn't hit the floor, she quickly picked it up and... used it to cover her flushed face.
—Next time... does he mean...?
'D-Divine Power Pouch... he wants to... check it directly, with his own eyes...?'
As a saintess, Erin had immersed herself in Holy Scripture studies more than anyone.
The three volumes of Holy Scripture—Genesis, Holy Power Chronicle, Great Igugwoden Chronicle.
She knew every verse by heart, able to recite chapter and line perfectly.
That's why she knew.
How much Lord Igugwoden valued the Divine Power Pouch!
The second scripture, 'Holy Power Chronicle,' was entirely about the Divine Power Pouch, preaching throughout its volume how sacred and vital it was.
'Holy Power Chronicle, Chapter 3, Verse 8...'
「Lord Igugwoden selected the woman with the largest breasts to serve as proxy for His will.」
'...Chapter 3, Verse 9.'
「He said, 'Your Divine Power Pouch is so cute, hehehe,' and thus she became the first saintess.」
And Verse 10—
「The saintess's enormous Divine Power Pouch pleased Lord Igugwoden, and this became the first virtue of a nun.」
So, Lord Igugwoden wanted to confirm it.
How faithfully she'd lived as a saintess, and her potential for growth—all of it.
Her Divine Power Pouch, which determines a saintess's qualities—He wanted to see her bare chest with His own eyes!
Thinking that way made 'take good care of me' make sense too. After all, the Divine Power Pouch was a precious part not to be shown to just anyone, so mental preparation was needed.
Erin buried her face in the Holy Scripture, sweating coldly in embarrassment—
Then, cautiously set it down... atop her large Divine Power Pouch.
And then, squeeze.
Imagining embracing Lord Igugwoden, squeeeeaze.
"Lord Igugwoden..."
I... I'm ready.
Next time we meet, I'll show you... everything of mine.
From the start, unlike other nuns, a saintess doesn't show sideboob because she belongs to Lord Igugwoden—
—Naturally.
If God wills it, she can surely do it.
'...I need to refine my conduct even more from now on.'
Erin carefully rose from her seat.
And whispered toward the sky where the light had vanished.
Lord Igugwoden.
Just as you became the light in my heart.
Just as you gifted me this warm light—
'As a saintess, I'll be the light shining on this world.'
So next time we meet, you must... look.
At... everything of mine...!!!
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"Huff, huff..."
The Observer panted as if in agony.
The 'thing' watching her spoke as if baffled.
—No matter how I think about it, there's no need to go this far. Serving God's will is important, but if it consumes us, shouldn't we reconsider? You can't even observe the next scene because you're drained—proves my point.
"...Shut up."
The Observer carefully gathered the remaining 'Divine Power'—nom nom.
"This is what Lord Igugwoden wants... so it's right to do it."
—Lord Igugwoden is magnanimous. If we explain how taxing managing spacetime is, He'll surely show mercy.
Due to the completely different observation method, overseeing Lord Igugwoden and Erin's conversation was, as it said, extremely difficult.
Plus, recreating God's 'voice' in our world was no easy task.
In fact, reproducing the voice was only possible thanks to the 'pillar of light' God had connected.
"God is granting us grace. This much... is fine."
"You saw it too, right? How God could shatter the world... us... if He wanted."
—Honestly, no words here.
Unlike the Observer, the 'thing' had directly witnessed the ruined world.
The current Lord Igugwoden was more merciful than any god, but if He ever changed His mind in an instant—disaster was the only word for it.
"As long as He keeps tenderly watching over our world... we have to make conversations with His friends possible."
Nom nom!
The Observer swallowed the sparkling Divine Power.
Color returned to her pale complexion. Blood flowing meant more hassles for survival, in a way.
—God's will of 'chats with girlfriends,' huh.
"Yeah. Girlfriend means female friends. That wish... even if it breaks my body, I have to grant it."
Lacking a 'body' as a non-living entity, sharing all knowledge with kin, the 'thing' recalled.
Aren't 'girlfriend' and 'friend' different concepts?
It seemed the Observer was mistaken somehow—
—Not a big deal anyway.
"...Huh? What?"
—Nothing.
Without a body or even emotions, the 'thing' dismissed the misunderstanding as trivial and didn't bother telling the Observer.
In a way, this was tremendous luck for everyone.
And—
"Lord Igugwoden's request isn't over yet."
She too, the one ripe female fruit eagerly awaiting God, needs to hear God's words—
...Thud.
The Observer collapsed, breathing softly in sleep.
At this moment, the Observer didn't yet know.
Even for God's requests, she rarely went as far as gnawing at her own body.
And... what that truly signified.
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