Chapter 137
Chapter 137
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: The True Miracle Hasn't Even Begun
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I was so flustered by the writer's response—her drawing style utterly different from that of a mere mortal—that I stared blankly at the final panel, then calmly pieced the situation together.
First off, even though the background was pitch black, making it basically blank, she had churned out a fairly lengthy chapter in such a short time, which was impressive in itself—
But more than that, the content itself was something I hadn't anticipated at all.
'In conclusion... did she use my 100,000 won from before, plus all the extra money that guy threw in, to smack him down all at once?'
He'd spent 2 million won, so a 2-million-won dose of tough love.
Sure, as expected from Writer-chan, who excels at brain-breaking twists, I'd figured she'd deliver some unimaginable, massive-scale "tough love" to Dtamuk Thinking Army.
But... looking at the content, what actually schooled Dtamuk Thinking Army was the Holy Scripture I'd commissioned for 100,000 won.
The character acting as Pibiola's observer in the story said that even 20 million won wouldn't have beaten him, which confirmed it.
It wasn't illogical—the lines in the Holy Scripture, which seemed like random scribbles like with Ophelia, were wielding more power than expected—
'It's like she read my mind.'
Honestly.
I'd believed it wouldn't happen, but if a new villain god dropping over 10 million won had actually shown up, it would've been a bit burdensome.
Sure, I'd spend money because I love this comic. Still, I'd have dealt with it when the time came, so I hadn't thought too deeply—
This development was basically obliterating any such possibility.
It was like nailing down that she'd never induce sponsorships in that way, making intervention impossible altogether.
In other words, from the writer's perspective, she'd cut off what could have been an easy goldmine of sponsorship revenue with her own hands.
Was receiving a full 2 million won actually weighing on her a bit?
'It feels like she's blocking me from spending big even if I want to.'
What does Writer-chan even get out of this?!
Even if I keep spending, I'm just one reader in the end!
'Hah...'
I let out a light sigh.
I've got a bit of a contrarian streak.
When she goes out of her way to minimize pay-to-win temptations like this, it just makes me impulsively want to splash cash instead.
Anyway—
'Come to think of it, something's off.'
She'd sent a pretty long comic, but the writer's reaction felt different from before.
Her past big sponsorships went like this: After I sent money, she'd freak out over the unimaginable amount and twist herself into knots typing gratitude in chat.
Things like being thankful for such generosity, promising never to forget this moment... practically ready to fly me to America with her words.
Truth be told, I didn't hate hearing all that sweet talk.
But... this time, Writer-chan had just sent the comic link and said nothing else.
Of course, I had no intention of spouting nonsense like "I gave money, so why no special treatment?"
It just felt oddly déja vu because her reaction differed from the norm.
[ Igugwoden: Writer-chan? ]
[ Igugwoden: Dtamuk Thinking Army seems properly smacked down, but what's next? ]
A good while had passed since I sent the chats, but no reply.
Something must've come up.
Or maybe she was speedily drawing the next chapter. With 2 million won on the line, she'd probably think she owed me a little extra.
Come to think of it, every time I made a big sponsorship, she always said:
It was thanks to the tremendous Divine Power that she accomplished the unthinkable.
That the world's response went beyond the optimal answer.
...What if.
My sponsorship really was some kind of Divine Power.
And 2,000,000 won worth of power was so immense that even the writer—Observer herself—couldn't process it right away?
'That'd be hilarious.'
I shook off the thought and chuckled.
I know over-immersion is fun, but unless you're crossing an irreversible river, it's best to hold back.
Anyway—Writer-chan wasn't showing up.
I pulled up the comic where Dtamuk Thinking Army was literally torn in half and double-checked the final speech bubble: "God's true miracle hasn't even begun."
Yeah.
Truth is, this was what intrigued me most.
In the end, taking down Dtamuk Thinking Army barely used any Divine Power.
So, is the catharsis Writer-chan prepared ending here?
Smacking him down effortlessly with Holy Scripture lines—definitely an unexpected move.
But no matter how I thought about it, it didn't feel like the end.
'If she took out Dtamuk Thinking Army with 100,000 won, then what's the remaining 2 million won of Divine Power for?'
* * *
The "thing" that barely escaped reviewed the recent events with caution.
The final struggle of its kin, whom it thought had perished—
Its kin had trampled their world, ultimately abandoned them, and landed a final blow on the betrayer.
The elation they must have felt after revenge on the false god in the true god's name washed over "it" as vividly as the moment it felt their rage.
Truth be told.
Looking at it objectively, it was a chain of utterly unprecedented events.
For starters, its perished kin reviving was one thing—
But observing another world? Does that even make sense?
Yet, since it happened, it must be true.
Whether such a thing existed in the past—compared to the divine will, it was a proposition not worth considering.
—This is the will of the Sole God Igugwoden.
At the moment 2,000,000 won worth of power poured in, it immediately evacuated its own existence.
Naturally.
Accepting that would...
mean no returning to the past.
It instinctively sensed that enduring it would shake its very foundation and structure, so it fled.
In that instant.
The pitch-black void became a space brimming with light.
And it realized.
Its kin, including itself, could never withstand the influx of multicolored light in their right minds.
The only one who could receive, contain, and sustain it—a being of their kin, yet possessing a body akin to a god's.
That's why it shuddered.
No matter how unprecedented, everything unfolded according to that one's—Lord Igugwoden's—will.
That its kin gained bodies, hearts pumping blood, brains enabling thought—all of it rested in the god's hands.
It recalled the final sight of its kin.
The observer, eyes gleaming like a boiling furnace as she absorbed the power—sparkling.
It surely would've been devoured by the light and vanished, unable to endure.
But the observer would definitely prevail.
From "its" perspective, having witnessed everything—
The being most changed by the god's influence wasn't Erin or Eirene, but the observer.
The observer, chosen by the god, would naturally triumph.
Over an overwhelming sum beyond words—2,000,000 won in sponsorship.
This sponsorship.
With this sponsorship—everything,
will flip.
Light and darkness, fire and water, life and death, order and chaos—everything, all of it, will be reborn anew.
The newly born world will overflow with Plain Facts from the god, brimming with love, where all can bask in love—an ideal paradise.
Before the god's overwhelming sponsorship, which they could never counter, "it"—
—prays that you show mercy to our world and us.
It offers a prayer it had never uttered before.
—prays that... this, too, is all part of your love.
* * *
I took the chance to start cleaning the bathroom.
The next chapter seemed delayed, and waiting was wearing on me.
'As expected, scrubbing the grout* while time drags is the best filler.'
As I worked the toothbrush into every crevice and the bathroom filled with that waxy scent of pristine cleanliness—
—Bzzz!
'It's here!'
Spotting the notification, I quickly rinsed off, stepped out, and cautiously checked my smartphone.
'Let's see... a message alert.'
[ Please Give Money: biba.wo.to ]
'Another link.'
She must've been busy drawing the new comic.
Time could take a while. No, for one chapter, this was actually lightning-fast. Only about two hours had passed.
What mind-blowing twist awaited—
Heart pounding, I carefully clicked the link.
And—
* * *
—Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble
'What... what is this?'
Linea, swamped with saintess proxy duties, slowly lifted her gaze to the sky.
The sky was rapidly darkening, as if rain would pour any second. Hard to believe the warm sunlight had bathed everything just five minutes ago.
This wasn't a weather shift. It looked like a mage casting a spell.
But—even the greatest Archmage couldn't wield magic on this scale.
Climate-altering magic? Similar spells existed, but no records of this magnitude.
Yeah.
Only one thing could cause this...
...At the very least,
a god.
Just then—
"God... "
"Lord Igugwoden..."
As expected of the faithful.
The priests, as if sensing something en masse... halted their tasks one by one, knelt, and prayed skyward.
Only Linea stood flustered, at a loss, staring at the dimming sky.
To her, this auspicious aura wasn't local.
It felt like it came from somewhere far, far away—not here.
'Did something happen to Saintess? If so—'
Before Linea's thought finished—
—
Crack!
"!!!!!!!"
Linea gaped, frozen in place.
Anyone human would've frozen like her upon seeing that.
Because—
* * *
Meanwhile, at the epicenter of it all: the New Continent.
Here, too, the sky darkened just like in the Old Continent.
The difference?
Everything was starting from here.