Chapter 144
Chapter 144
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 144
Chapter Title: A God's Hesitation
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I stared intently into Erin's eyes.
That gaze fixed solely on me.
Clear, blue eyes as pristine as a summer sky, refined and distilled to perfection, locked only on my existence.
And right there, before those eyes.
Before the bright, sparkling eyes of the woman who served the Sole God as a saintess, their absolute master—
I went and did it.
—Harboring the thought that I wanted to touch those massive breasts.
A raw, primal desire swirled in my mind: the urge to squish and knead that divine power pouch on the verge of bursting.
Breasts!
おっぱい!
BOOBA!
...No.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't even touching breasts. She was just a comic book character, and all I was doing was clicking on the breast area of that character.
It would just output the pre-programmed dialogue—that was all.
I'd done similar things before. In boob-touching games, I always poked the breasts at least once, and I was sure I wasn't the only one.
It didn't harm anyone. It was all virtual anyway. Just a medium created to give us dreams, hope, and fantasies.
So, right now, I just needed to close my eyes tight.
Click Saintess Erin's breasts good and hard.
See the reaction.
Read some line like "Hngg, Lord Igugwoden" with her face flushed red, then move on—that was it.
...But.
Why the hell was I hesitating?
Hesitating was the truly weird part.
They weren't real breasts, and there was no tactile feedback.
It was just placing the cursor on a drawing and clicking—nothing more, nothing less.
Hesitating in this situation... it was like deluding myself that the Erin in front of me actually existed—
Like crossing the line between virtual and reality!
...
Still, I couldn't do it.
Even if she was a comic character, I couldn't.
Saintess Erin followed me devotedly as the Sole God, working tirelessly day and night to spread my will—
And here her god was, groping her breasts the moment they connected?
What kind of god was that? Just a horny pervert!
No, well.
This world had something called the Holy Power Chronicle, so if I insisted it was "necessary to check the divine power by touching," it might somehow pass...
But I was a god, right?
I'm not some Dtamuk Thinking Army kid. Even in fiction, I didn't want to treat the kids who followed me however my instincts dictated.
So, frozen in indecision, I just kept staring at Erin—
...
"Right!"
Like I'd found a breakthrough, I nodded to myself even though no one was watching.
"Ask the author."
No matter how I thought about it, groping breasts felt totally un-godly.
But asking outright, "Is it cool if I grope some boobs?" didn't fit the setting, and crucially, it'd embarrass me to death.
Better to subtly ask in a way that didn't break the worldbuilding, something like "Is touching breasts okay?"—so the author could respond properly.
The author was good at WWE, so she'd catch my moves and roll with them.
If it was a no-go, she'd cut it smoothly.
I cautiously placed my hands on the keyboard.
And—
* * *
While the Sole God agonized before the line he must not cross.
...
"Huu."
The Observer, who showed the world to the god through observation, was also expending her own energy on her personal battlefield.
A completely new method of observation from anything before.
If the worlds hadn't merged, she wouldn't have even realized such observation was possible—it was only natural that it required double the usual effort.
Moreover, the quality wasn't even that great compared to the effort.
She could instinctively tell it fell short of her kin who had observed this world before.
Even so—
For a single Observer to oversee the world in two entirely different ways was a miracle unprecedented in her kin's history.
Lord Igugwoden had bestowed divine power so abundantly it overflowed, and with "subscription sponsorship," he continuously showered them with love—that was how she managed this much.
"Real-time observation isn't as easy as it sounds..."
As she let out a deep sigh.
"It seems to be working well enough."
A being that looked human but hadn't gained life like her—her kin—walked over with heavy steps and looked down at the observed world.
"For now, it looks like it's applied safely somehow. I don't know if the kin who observed this world did it exactly this way... but it should be reaching Lord Igugwoden in a similar feel."
"The resonating memories of our vanishing kin confirmed this method. No need to doubt."
"If you say so... then it must be right."
Her kin had played a huge role in building this new observation system.
From the moment she received "chicken" as a gift from Lord Igugwoden and gained life, the Observer could no longer resonate with her kin.
She couldn't know their thoughts or the moments they'd been through.
Without her kin, she couldn't have even confirmed if this was the right way.
Then.
"What matters now isn't whether this observation method is correct."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You should have some awareness of the evil god, exterminated by Lord Igugwoden's hand—something our memories no longer hold."
Hearing that, the Observer nodded cautiously.
"...Yeah."
Indeed.
Before Armageddon, the absolute miracle of merging two worlds with 2,000,000 won worth of immense divine power—there had been an entity mimicking a god.
Its name was lost to Armageddon's influence, but based on Lord Igugwoden's words—
"Probably... Dtamuk Thinking Army or something."
"You remember the name?"
"Nah, Lord Igugwoden told me directly."
The Observer pointed to the screen where she communed with the god.
[ Dtamuk Thinking Army can't mess around anymore, right??? ]
As the Observer said, Lord Igugwoden had mentioned the evil god's name.
Before, in the pitch-black void, even checking the god's messages was hard—
But post-Armageddon, a convenient glass-like window had appeared for more intuitive message viewing.
Her kin checked it and spoke in an utterly cold tone.
"Anyway, to continue—the change in observation means we can't rule out a shift in how Lord Igugwoden uses divine power."
"The method changes?"
"In this setup, the world's beings will look like crawling bugs in the god's eyes."
"......!"
In an instant, the Observer's eyes went wide.
Crawling bugs... Her kin's expression was brutally direct, yet utterly convincing.
Even to her, who implemented the system, that's all they looked like.
"No guarantee some horrific event won't happen the moment we fail to satisfy the god or bore him."
"Ah... No way. That can't be. Lord Igugwoden is kind...! He doesn't treat us carelessly!"
"You gained a self through life. Paradoxically, that means you can no longer view the god objectively. Haven't you grasped that much?"
As her kin said.
Her expressions were rich—blushing, sweating coldly—she acted like a full lifeform.
Her kin was just a human shell—face unchanging, stating objective facts without emotion.
"The evil god also showered grace and love at first. But then it changed. Despite fulfilling every demand, it destroyed the world and abandoned the kin. As for my take on this new system—"
—I can see why that happened.
"In this observation style, where you can't read emotions or thoughts, just look down on the world—it's no wonder there's no hesitation in reaping lives."
Her previous observation synced imperfectly with the god's domain and time, with severely limited view—
But it let her check lifeforms' details: what they thought, wore, ate.
It wasn't an overstatement to say it was perfect for begging the god's compassion.
...Until Lord Igugwoden chose them, no god had spared them a glance.
"Your thoughts are your own, but prepare to meet any demand the god makes. We can't survive without divine power."
"No need to worry about—"
And then.
[ Writer-chan ]
A message arrived from the god right on cue.
The Observer, focused on observation, responded immediately to Lord Igugwoden.
[ Speak, Lord Igugwoden ]
[ I need to consult with Writer-chan ]
[ A consultation, my lord? ]
[ I'll do anything within my power ]
—And.
[ I... ]
[ Y'know... the world turned into a game, right? ]
[ If you mean the new observation method, yes, that's correct ]
The kind Sole God Igugwoden.
Who had never once treated them carelessly—
[ So, I got this thing I really, really wanna try... ]
[ But it's kinda ]
[ ...A bit off? For a god, I mean ]
[ Kinda different from my image so far.. ]
"'Different from your image so far'...?!!!!"
—As if he'd overheard their entire conversation.
[ May I ask what specifically? ]
[ ...Kinda embarrassing ]
[ Just... something close to instinct? That's all you need to know ]
Seeing the word "instinct," the Observer shuddered involuntarily.
The greatest reason her kin and their worlds shattered, including the evil god—the god's backside:
The instinct craving
destruction.
[ So I'm debating whether to do it ]
[ Might disappoint you guys as a god... but the observation changed ]
[ You prepared all this for me, so maybe once is okay? ]
Something totally unlike Lord Igugwoden's image.
Something he wanted to try now that observation changed.
No matter how the Observer thought—
Only one answer emerged.
[ Should I just go for it? ]
—
The world's destruction.
The god's instinct: inevitable
annihilation
for new
creation.
[ What do you think? ]
[ Wanna hear Writer-chan's opinion ]
The Sole God Igugwoden, who could become the death of all existence, the world's destroyer—
Was posing the question of a lifetime to her, the Observer.