Chapter 145
Chapter 145
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 145
Chapter Title: The Observer's Confession
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Behind the Observer, who was too shocked to even open her mouth—
"Seems like it."
Her Kin, having checked the divine message as well, spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.
"My suspicions weren't just unfounded after all."
"……."
"You can't keep denying it anymore. The God is agonizing. You remember how there are gods everywhere who harbor sadistic thoughts while gazing upon the creatures who follow them, don't you?"
"Th... That's true. That's true, but even so, Lord Igugwoden himself is……."
The Observer knew it all too well.
The gods, those existing in the divine realm... were never as merciful as Lord Igugwoden.
Hadn't she realized it the moment she was born? That there were easily dozens of worlds destroyed under the gods' sponsorship.
And yet, without sponsorship, continuation itself was impossible, so until then,
How many lives had she illuminated, begging the gods for mercy before meeting Lord Igugwoden?
How many lives had perished before Lord Igugwoden appeared?
"You must never forget. The gods have no obligation to bestow their divine power upon us."
"!!!"
"And that our duty is to act according to the God's will."
[ Writer-chan, what do you think? ]
[ Should I just go for it with a big resolve? ]
"Answer quickly, Kin. You know that keeping the God waiting is the worst possible choice, right?"
"Y-Yes, I know……!"
The Observer broke out in cold sweat as she carefully typed out the message.
Here,
She had to say, naturally... 'Please do whatever you desire.'
As her Kin said, the gods had no duty to use their divine power.
No matter what the purpose, they had to use their power as the God wished. Only then would the God provide sponsorship, right?
But.
The Observer—now a living being with a sense of self—could not abandon the world she loved.
Thus, cautiously... she dared to think the unthinkable.
[ Lord Igugwoden ]
Her own Kin could never reach that point, no matter what.
[ Would it be alright if I shared my opinion? ]
[ ㅇㅇ Of course ]
[ I'm asking for Writer-chan's opinion in the first place ]
[ This is truly, truly regrettable to say... ]
[ If, in Lord Igugwoden's view, this thought of Lord Igugwoden's... might come across as somewhat different from the Lord Igugwoden up until now to the living beings... ]
[ I think... it might not be such a good action after all ]
Cautiously.
To him, who had shared his love even with her—
[ Of course, I know that no matter what Lord Igugwoden's actions are, they cannot and should not be judged ]
[ For we primitive creations cannot presume to fathom the God ]
[ I beg your forgiveness for even daring to think such thoughts ]
Overcoming instinct, she pleaded with a heart hoping for mercy.
[ So, here... please take pity on those who must unilaterally endure the God's sudden change ]
[ Just once more, how about considering it not from instinct, but from the God's benevolent mindset... if I may cautiously ask... ]
The Observer's body trembled with fear as she sent the message.
It was phrased nicely as hoping he'd consider it, but it was essentially demanding her will upon the God.
Was it right for a being meant to receive orders from the God and carry them out to overstep and demand her own way?
Even now, it wouldn't be strange if he flew into a rage and declared no more sponsorship.
And yet.
The Observer—with her newfound sense of self—wanted to prevent the world's destruction somehow.
Her lifelong wish—like filling her world with the emotion of happiness.
For hope to bloom across every scene she observed, instead of death.
All of this granted by Lord Igugwoden... she hoped he would continue to protect it.
[ As an Observer ]
[ This is my final plea ]
[ Will you not bestow your mercy? ]
Gulp.
The Observer swallowed dryly, waiting anxiously for the God's response.
And—
[ Oh? ]
[ Well... if you put it like that, I guess I shouldn't ]
[ If I'm gonna be a proper god, I should know how to maintain dignity, right? lol ; ]
'Ah……!'
Tears naturally welled up in the Observer's eyes.
Thank goodness.
Thank goodness the world wouldn't be destroyed.
Thank goodness there'd be no more suffering.
That she could continue observing a world filled with the God's love... truly, truly thank goodness…….
The God,
Who was fine with unconditional demands, had granted her request. Overwhelmed with emotion, the Observer—exercising the privilege of a living being—shed tears profusely as she conveyed her heartfelt gratitude.
[ Thank you ]
[ Truly, thank you, Lord Igugwoden ]
[ We will never forget throughout our lives how merciful and generous Lord Igugwoden is ]
[ I swear, until the moment this body fades, I will remember how caring and kind Lord Igugwoden is ]
[ And I ]
[ To Lord Igugwoden, who has made such a generous decision ]
Considering the context, neither the Observer nor her Kin could know why such words were uttered.
She just wanted to say it.
Not from the head that thought and considered the Observer—
The heart beating vividly within the Observer urged her on.
The Observer……
Unknowingly, she let slip the raw emotion blooming inside her—
[ I love you ]
* * *
[ GimmeMoney: We will never forget throughout our lives how merciful and generous Lord Igugwoden is ]
[ GimmeMoney: I swear, until the moment this body fades, I will remember how caring and kind Lord Igugwoden is ]
[ GimmeMoney: And I ]
[ GimmeMoney: To Lord Igugwoden, who has made such a generous decision ]
[ GimmeMoney: I love you ]
'????'
I stared at Writer-chan's messages with a dumbfounded expression.
Hmm……
Was that it?
I lightly summarized my conversation with the writer.
So... I cast the skill [Can I touch boobs?]
She replied [No no, that's a bit;; take it easy, you're a god]
And I said [Yeah got it, I'll hold back]
Right?
But why... is she sucking up to me this much?
Even accounting for it being WWE, her over-the-top reaction made me feel like I might've almost done something wrong.
'Was drawing the aftermath of the boob touch in manga format tricky in various ways?'
The writer was deadly serious about her worldbuilding.
From the looks of it, she'd probably track game actions exactly and apply them to the manga progression.
No matter the Divine Power Pouch or whatever, having Erin perceive me as male in various scenes and then touching her breasts would naturally lead to all sorts of steamy developments next, and—
Dealing with full-on adult content was tricky in many ways, so it felt like a request to hold back... I could understand that much.
There's a big difference between drawing adult manga and just manga, and among people named Writer-chan, one had trouble drawing lewd stuff.
The 'Eirene bath scene' she drew before could pass as fan service, but if the God touches breasts in-story, glossing it over like nothing happened would feel off.
Even so, straight-up saying she loves me was a bit out there—
'Well, out there or not, she's got boobs, so it's fine!'
And groping already would be weird.
As a writer, she'd surely craft a situation that fit the story perfectly and immersed fully in that direction.
You know those? Clichés like 'I connected with the God in my dreams' from trashy novels, but tasty enough to lick the plate clean.
Since it's already implemented in the game, holding back now and groping at the decisive moment would be way hotter than just doing it casually.
Using food as a metaphor, it's like holding back on eating a marshmallow and savoring it as a reward at the end—far more delicious.
I thought it myself, but what a great metaphor.
I grinned and replied.
[ Igugwoden: lololol Writer-chan ]
[ Igugwoden: Don't forget I love you too ]
[ Igugwoden: Without Writer-chan's manga, I'd have to go back to shitty games.. ]
[ Igugwoden: No way, did you even make the game to keep me from shitty games??? Writer-chan thought of everything fr ]
......Huh?
I figured she'd wrap it up here with something like 'I don't know what you mean but thank you, I won't forget'—
But surprisingly, no reply from the writer.
Used to her quick responses, I wondered if something came up—
'She's busy, I guess.'
I stood, stretched lightly, then flopped onto the bed.
......Ha.
What would Erin's reaction have been if I'd touched her breasts?
Would she have blushed and acted shy like in the classics?
Or... said something like 'It's only natural for the God to desire the breasts of this saintess...... please touch more......'?
—Thinking about it now.
I'd been saying stuff like 'mustn't cross the line,' sounding all proper—
But the very fact I was having these fantasies meant I was already a lost cause.
* * *
—And then.
"……!!!!!"
The Observer, receiving no reply, covered her face with her pale palms and hyperventilated.
Her face already flushed red, ears burning crimson... she checked the divine message once more.
[ Don't forget I love you too ]
The Observer sensed something stirring in her chest.
Her heart.
The symbol of life was pounding.
The sound clearly knocked on her heart and her gut.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump......
Since gaining life, the Observer's heart—
Was beating more fiercely than ever before.