Chapter 147
Chapter 147
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 147
Chapter Title: The Activated Sponsorship Button
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If there's a button, you have to click it.
I lightly clicked the sponsorship button.
Along with an easy-to-understand UI, a message window popped up in front of me.
[ Sponsorship is not currently activated. (Please speak directly to the observer for your desired requests.) ]
'Not activated means there's no character currently requesting sponsorship, right?'
This comic was an outrageous work with a system that blatantly held the plot hostage to beg for money—
But in any case, you couldn't sponsor unless a character made a request.
Of course, from my position having a direct 1:1 conversation with the author, it was all in the past—but since this was my first time accessing the game, there was no need to handle it differently from how the comic originally serialized.
Fine, the front part makes sense, but the back part—
'I can proactively offer money first and request something.'
This was easy to understand by referring to Dtamuk Thinking Army's case.
The Elves wouldn't have requested to be 'killed,' so Dtamuk Thinking Army must have directly told their observer 'I want to kill those guys' and then activated the sponsorship button.
With the sole intention of tormenting them, he even made the request himself and spent the money. That guy.
Thinking about it that way naturally made my fist clench for no reason.
No matter how I thought about it, was there any need to spend money just to torment the kids?
Still, whatever.
'Since it's a game, not a comic, maybe he did it without much thought.'
I checked the game screen again.
It was quite cute in a deformed style... but objectively speaking, they were just dot-based SD characters bouncing around.
Killing a few probably didn't give the sensation of actually killing.
Moreover, it was something I could only think that way from my perspective—while pondering Dtamuk Thinking Army's actions like that.
'...Anyone would mistake it for Dtamuk Thinking Army actually existing.'
Say what you will, in the end, Dtamuk Thinking Army was just a fictional character the author created to advance the story, like Erin or Eirene.
Yet, the fact that I was immersing myself so seriously and getting genuinely pissed at him was thanks to the author's incredible character creation skills.
I think about it every time, but I couldn't help but be a mere mortal shivering at the author's genius and talent.
I immediately clicked the red button below the 'Sponsorship' button.
Another message window appeared.
[ Continent Development Status: 15% ]
[ Number of Owned Achievement Titles: 1 ]
Huh? 15 percent?
Well, even when reading the comic, it was a continent, but only having the Elves' village felt a bit off.
The meaning of 'Ierly,' the original tribal name of the Elves, and all that—it seemed the author had prepared various enjoyable contents.
'What's an achievement title?'
It said 1, but aside from the button and screen, nothing was visible, so I couldn't check what I had.
Well, the author would update it eventually if I waited.
Finally, I clicked the blue button at the very bottom—
'Huh?'
No matter how much I clicked, only sound effects played, and not even a small window appeared—nothing happened.
After pressing it two or three times—a message arrived from the author.
[ Give Me Some Money: Lord Igugwoden ]
[ Give Me Some Money: Are you perhaps trying something to observe the existing continent? ]
[ Igugwoden: Huh??? ]
[ Igugwoden: I just pressed the blue button lol ]
[ Give Me Some Money: Ah.... ]
[ Give Me Some Money: The 'blue button' you mentioned is a small feature I implemented that didn't exist before, for linking with the existing continent. ]
[ Give Me Some Money: As you know, since it was originally a completely different world, observing the existing continent that way is impossible... ]
[ Give Me Some Money: We appreciate your understanding that we're doing everything we can on our side so that Lord Igugwoden can smoothly overlook the world. ]
Ah, I get what it means.
It means it's a button related to the original continent that's not implemented yet?
As the author said, in the setting, this game-like view was a recreation of how Dtamuk Thinking Army observed this New Continent.
In reality, the original continent didn't even show up on the screen.
So, for now, it's roughly bundled like this, and they'll unlock the function at an appropriate timing later or something.
Or maybe they just haven't made it yet.
Either way, it didn't matter, so I replied without complaint.
[ Igugwoden: okok ]
[ Igugwoden: Doing this much in two days is impressive lololol take it easy ]
[ Give Me Some Money: I can't do that. ]
[ Give Me Some Money: I'm an observer who receives Lord Igugwoden's abundant love. ]
[ Give Me Some Money: For my beloved Lord Igugwoden, I'll implement the functions as quickly as possible. ]
The frequency of displaying the word 'love' in the chat window had increased—
If it were me, I'd love someone who spent 2 million won to mess with characters too.
[ Igugwoden: okok ]
After a casual reply, I returned to the game screen and looked around the Elves' village—
'...Huh?'
In the corner of the village, a wooden house caught my eye.
It had to—it had three exclamation marks in a speech bubble above the house—[!!!]—like there was a quest or something.
Without much thought, I clicked the speech bubble marked [!!!].
And soon after—
[ Give Me Some Money: Observation results. ]
Ah!
Clicking places with exclamation marks like this makes the author spit out the related comic!
The reaction speed was incredibly fast, so maybe it was pre-drawn?
'I think I get how this progresses.'
With a light heart, I clicked the link.
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A few days after the great flash that upended the foundations of this world—「Armageddon」.
The protagonist who, together with the Rabbit, covered the continent in Plain Fact—Karen—was spending her time recuperating in bed.
Even so, she wasn't lonely. He was always by her side like a shadow.
—Knock knock.
"Come in."
The one who appeared as the door opened—
Was a blond young handsome man who, despite clearly being in a higher position than the nun Karen, willingly served her.
Eirene's third nephew and only adopted son—3rd Prince Ares.
"Sister. I came to take the dishes."
"Thank you, Prince."
Karen smiled as she handed over the tray with the empty dishes.
"The soup today was super delicious!"
"Is that so? Good... It was nothing much, just boiling crabs caught on the coast, removing the meat, and simmering it together. I added milk from the maramnu, an animal that started thriving alongside the recent appearance of animals. It seems Elves eat it like a daily food, like milk."
"I see...! You know quite a bit about it, Prince?"
"Of course. I made it myself."
"Oh my oh my."
Karen slightly blushed, covering her mouth—
"You made it, Prince? For real? For this sister?! What do I do?"
"D-Don't tease me, Sister. You knew that!"
"Hehehe."
Watching Ares blush and feel embarrassed, Karen let out a laugh that seemed extremely happy.
...If it were just that.
If it were merely being teased, Ares could have fully relaxed—
"...How are you feeling now, Sister? Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Sister's fine. The Rabbit took care of all the hard work anyway, right?"
"But, Sister... You were out of it all day."
Like Saintess Erin, Karen had lost consciousness the moment Armageddon ended.
Carrying her collapsed body to the bed was Ares's job.
He was slim for a man and lacked strength... but fortunately, he could carry one woman safely.
"You used too much power, so it couldn't be helped."
"But the Rabbit was fine, and Sister lost consciousness..."
The Rabbit who caused all this was munching on Epsilon fruits with a calm expression.
He assumed Ophelia the Holy Knight had handled that side.
"Well, Sister just did what she had to! So don't worry too much! You'll be better after some rest."
Even so, until recently, she couldn't even speak properly.
Even now, though she's smiling brightly, her complexion is poor.
Last night, she was groaning in her sleep so much that it could be heard from beyond the door.
I couldn't sleep alone and worried all day—those words, Ares swallowed without spitting them out.
He knew it himself.
Nothing he said to her here would solve anything.
Beyond that, he didn't even have the right to say anything to her.
What he could do wasn't plead to her—but to the being above her.
To the Sole God—Lord Igugwoden—who sent the existence named Karen to his side.
'...Lord Igugwoden.'
Ares immediately closed his eyes and offered a prayer.
Karen looked slightly flustered... but it didn't matter.
'I won't ask for anything else. I won't even utter the words to not use Sister Karen as you wish.'
'Just, while Sister Karen is down here... please let her live without physical pain... For her who moved only for Lord Igugwoden's will, please bestow your grace.'
Ares prayed to the god with his heartfelt wish.
And—
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[ Ares / Igugwoden Church Devotee (✟✟✟✞✞) / Human /? ]
[ Ares's Request: Recovery of Karen (Nun / Plain Fact)'s Stamina ]
[ Required Divine Power: 1,700 won ]
'Aha.'
—As the message window appeared, the 'Sponsorship' button next to it activated.