Chapter 24
Chapter 24
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: The Sponsored World Was Real
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The comic was up!
I rushed to the computer and plopped down in front of it, just like a stray dog spotting food.
Sure, I could've just checked it on my phone—but these days, whenever I read the comic, I naturally ended up chatting with the author in the chat window, so this was more convenient.
At some point, enjoying the comic while chatting with the author had become an obvious routine. —Actually, thinking about it, a comic like this shouldn't exist.
It was definitely the latest chapter about the Holy Knights.
For starters, Ophelia was right up my alley.
As I'd confirmed in the character intro shorts, a cool character clumsily fumbling around like a ditzy girl was just too cute. Big boobs, too.
Even when she tripped or whatever, she never complained and just kept pushing forward—that kind of grit really won me over. I had a weakness for that type: a bit cliché, but stubbornly resilient.
And, whether it was because I'd thrown in a bunch of high donations lately or some buildup from the author—I wasn't sure—
But these days, the sponsorship begging lines were basically gone.
More parts focused on advancing the story, I guess.
Back when I first found this comic and was riding high with Erin, every single chapter had at least one blatant beg.
Maybe because the overt begging was gone, I'd become even more immersed in the worldview the author had created.
If this was intentional, it was the seed of a massive hit. I couldn't understand why they'd wasted time on that trashy clickbait comic before!
'Still, it's about time for a sponsorship itch scene.'
Clutching my pounding heart, I checked the comic.
Views: 0. Freshly uploaded latest chapter!
Of course, every previous chapter had exactly 1 view.
Well, yeah—at this point, even if someone stumbled into this webtoon, they'd probably skim past the early bits where villagers die for no reason, hit the latest chapters, go "What the hell is this?" and bounce.
'Let's take a look.'
Scroll, scroll.
As I scrolled through the latest chapter, my eyes locked onto a certain panel.
'......Whoa.'
Empress Eirene, legs crossed on her throne, looking down at Linea!
The moment I saw that shot, framed like gazing up at an absolute ruler, I couldn't help but blurt it out.
—So ripe, Igugwoden!!!!
No, even if I'd shown I like big boobs, lining them up like this with one busty character after another...
This might even top Erin. As the most mature female character so far, her figure felt perfectly ripened.
Plus, a youthful face that didn't match her setting age at all. Sure, it's a media cliché, but she could've passed for twenty.
Honestly, the age thing bugged me a little... but whatever, maybe there's some fix later?
Anyway, big boobs were great. My eyes kept drifting there—I really was weak to them.
But wouldn't this mess with the worldview balance?
The world has all kinds of body types.
Of course, I loved that!
This author knew exactly what I liked!
After savoring the dopamine hit from those huge boobs, I naturally opened the chat.
[ Igugwoden : Kyaa ]
[ Igugwoden : New char's design is insane lololol fuckin perfect ]
[ Please Give Money : You've arrived, Lord Igugwoden. ]
[ Please Give Money : Does the Empress please you? ]
[ Igugwoden : So ripe~~~~!!!! ]
[ Please Give Money : I haven't the foggiest what that means, but your joy gladdens me as well. ]
[ Please Give Money : From my position, reliant on your choices, these coincidences feel like pure fortune piling up. ]
[ Igugwoden : Coincidences? ]
[ Please Give Money : The Empress's large breasts are mere coincidence's product, after all. ]
Again!
She draws them huge just for me and then says that.
But it was fine. I'd thought it over the past few days—since we were both over-immersed, trading little jabs back and forth was just silly.
In moments like this, I should play along, right?
[ Igugwoden : To this god, she fits perfectly, author. ]
[ Please Give Money : To fit perfectly in God-nim's favor... I'm truly, truly relieved. ]
Even calling myself a god, she played along flawlessly—that really hit the spot.
That terrifying need for approval. It was turning me into a dopamine-crazed junkie.
I finished the comic up to the last panel like that.
Hmm... So the villain this time is the Empress?
She says "No blood will be spilled," so probably not trying to kill Luca or Ophelia.
Seemed like she was scheming to strip them of their Holy Knight positions somehow.
But more than that, I couldn't hold back my awe at the final panel again.
I'd wondered why no sponsorship begs lately... and here she was, slipping it in so slickly at this timing. Beg!
"If God is watching, he will surely stop it"—the Empress's final line.
Translation: "To save Luca and Ophelia from this crisis, I need sponsorships! Please spend some money!"
'Pretty clever, huh?'
At this point, it was more funny than annoying.
This author had this magical knack for begging without ever crossing into irritation, starting from some point.
When I first found the comic, it felt more absurd than fun... but was she tailoring it to my tastes as she kept getting my sponsorships?
[ Igugwoden : All done... Fun as always today ]
[ Igugwoden : But anyway, looks like you need sponsorship soon ]
[ Igugwoden : Time to school Empress-chan ]
"School" was what I said, but with her big boobs and beauty, and nothing bad happening yet, I wasn't planning to go too hard.
Just enough divine punishment to keep it within bounds—how much should I spend? As I pondered that.
[ Please Give Money : Ah, Lord Igugwoden. Before that, something to tell you. ]
[ Igugwoden : ? ]
[ Please Give Money : We've pondered various things on our end. What must we do for your sustainable sponsorship? ]
[ Please Give Money : This world receives its warm light only because you nurture it, so it was a vital issue. ]
[ Please Give Money : Does 'always preparing something new' explain it? ]
[ Igugwoden : What's the point ]
And then.
The author, who'd been over-immersed without crossing lines since chats began—finally crossed one.
[ Please Give Money : So... 「New BM」. ]
[ Igugwoden : Lmaoooo concept falls apart when you straight-up say new BM lol ]
[ Please Give Money : Pardon? Concept? It's no concept. ]
[ Igugwoden : Anyway spill it ]
The author was prepping stuff to keep me from getting bored, right?
If it sounded worth spending on, I'd drop some cash. I'd quit that trash online game anyway.
[ Please Give Money : You said you'd school the Empress. ]
[ Please Give Money : I realize the observed world, altered by divine power, can't always match your tastes. ]
[ Please Give Money : Thus, we devised a plan: 'Reveal the [future world] most likely to unfold via certain methods.' ]
[ Please Give Money : If you sponsor big and the world veers off in a way you hate, it'd be a disaster for both of us, no? ]
Fair point—dropping big money only for a bad turn would piss me off.
[ Igugwoden : So, sponsor to school her and you show the preview? ]
[ Please Give Money : Exactly. ]
[ Igugwoden : Lol got it so how much?? ]
[ Please Give Money : First try, so let's use 5,000 won for now. ]
[ Please Give Money : Note, this is my first time observing future timelines, and I can't fully wield 'divine power' yet. ]
[ Please Give Money : Costs will likely rise, and honestly, not sure if I can even do it again... ]
First time observing, can't handle the power fully—but ultimately balancing it out.
Since it's a comic, if I just preview futures and bail, it'd screw the author too.
[ Igugwoden : So basically beta test? ]
[ Please Give Money : 'Beta' is questionable, but probably matches what you mean. ]
I summed up the author's pitch.
1. Show future vision if big-money sponsorship needed (to avoid buyer's remorse).
2. But costs 5000 won (gotta pay for the comic).
3. Prices rise, not every time (can't let you preview and skip sponsoring).
'Talk of sustainable sponsorship—she really put some brainpower into this.'
Truth was.
I was super immersed and enjoying this comic right now—but dopamine isn't infinite.
I'd get sick of it eventually. Then the author, barely clinging to this one reader (me), would be in trouble.
So maybe she was crafting content like this for me?
With only me reading, keeping me hooked was pure profit for her!
Proven by her stuffing it with busty girls.
And me? Felt pretty good being catered to.
Sure, I'm the one spending money. In capitalism, pandering to customers is standard.
Still, didn't wanna treat someone custom-drawing comics and hustling for me purely capitalist.
Bottom line: She prepped this much, tailored it—I wanted to spend just out of gratitude.
[ Igugwoden : Lol ok test run then ]
[ Igugwoden : Empress schooling future vision go go ]
[ Igugwoden (Sponsorship / 5,000 won / New BM ON) ]
[ Please Give Money : Thank you, Lord Igugwoden. ]
[ Please Give Money : Grateful for your thoughtful sponsorship... I'll capture scenes of the future unfolding if you 'school' the Empress with high sponsorship. ]
[ Please Give Money : Observations may be scattered, but they'll be core moments of divine sponsorship's changes—plenty useful as reference. ]
[ Igugwoden : Okok ]
How many minutes passed?
...No, not minutes. This time, quite a while.
I ate, showered, worked out a bit, melted my frontal lobe on short-form videos.
The chat pinged again exactly 6 hours and 50 minutes later.
[ Please Give Money : Terribly sorry for the delay, Lord Igugwoden. ]
[ Please Give Money : Predicting and observing unmanifested futures was far harder than I thought... ]
[ Please Give Money : Somehow succeeded this time, but can't seem to do it stably yet... ]
[ Igugwoden : Lol fine fine ]
Capping future vision spam with disclaimers, maximizing time—clever.
Every time, I marveled: no one stuck to the concept this hard.
[ Please Give Money : Here it is. A tiny future fragment if you school the Empress: xkwnfv.wo.to ]
* * *
First scene—a massive hall, like an auditorium.
Countless people seated in what looked like a circular arena.
'What the?'
Odd scene, so I scrolled on absentmindedly.
Just panning over seated folks slowly—no real content.
What did this have to do with schooling the Empress? As I wondered—
'Huh?'
Empress Eirene finally appeared.
She wore simple casual clothes, plain compared to her usual dresses.
What stood out: sweat pouring down her face. Like she'd done something wrong.
Checking for more, I spotted Linea too, among others.
Some kids resembling Linea, but no Erin, Luca, or Ophelia.
Just Imperial Family?
Wondering what this was, I went to the next panel—
'Huh?'
Suddenly, everyone shot to their feet in unison.
Rumble rumble rumble.
Then they started singing. No clue what song—it's a comic.
Key point: these individuals moved like objects with one purpose.
Religious rite? ...Nah, felt like something else.
As these avant-garde, creepy scenes—nothing like prior plot—unfolded in confusion—
A panel caught Eirene, unlike the others, frozen in her seat, flustered.
At the same moment—the Second Imperial Princess and newest 'Dish of Holy Knights' knight, Linea von Ainsberg, to the Empress and her adoptive mother Eirene—
"――Stand up! You too!"