Chapter 53
Chapter 53
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Chicken Party
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Drag, drag.
Even after scrolling to the top and slowly dragging it back down several times—
'……???'
I couldn't make sense of this chapter's developments at all.
No, why the hell was raw chicken suddenly infinite-refilling on the altar out of nowhere??
[ Igugwoden : Hey ]
[ Igugwoden : What the heck is this super-fast plot progression??? ]
[ Please Donate : Hello, Lord Igugwoden ]
[ Please Donate : Is the world's response not to your liking, by any chance? ]
[ Igugwoden : No, it's not about liking it or not... it's just way too random ]
[ Igugwoden : Why is chicken appearing in the temple??? ]
[ Please Donate : Everything is according to Lord Igugwoden's will ]
[ Please Donate : Because Lord Igugwoden commanded it ]
????
The more we talked, the more it felt like nonsense. Right at that moment—
'……No way.'
Nah, probably not... but even so, I cautiously placed my fingers on the keyboard.
[ Igugwoden : No way ]
[ Igugwoden : Is this because of the 50,000 won I sent for chicken money...??? ]
[ Please Donate : That is correct ]
[ Please Donate : I understand chicken to mean chicken meat... but am I mistaken? ]
No.
No, no, no.
[ Igugwoden : No, that's...... ]
[ Igugwoden : Sigh ]
[ Please Donate : ? ]
What kind of reaction is that???
No, when I said "cover the chicken cost," I meant for you to buy and eat it yourself.
I sent the money so you could use it to get chicken.
Not to infinite-refill chickens in this world equivalent to 50,000 won!!!
'Normally, wouldn't anyone assume it was the former?'
And it was weird that they were just handing out raw chickens too.
Since it's a miracle anyway, wouldn't it be better to just spawn pre-fried chickens?
In the comic, most of the time sink was actually cooking the chickens.
If they started with fully cooked chicken from the get-go, even if it was a bit cold and less tasty, it would've been way easier and faster to distribute— I shook my head vigorously, cutting off the thought.
'That's not the point!'
[ Igugwoden : Anyway... ]
[ Igugwoden : When I said "cover the chicken cost," I didn't mean provide chickens for the comic ]
[ Igugwoden : No for real, where do I even start explaining this ]
[ Please Donate : I'm not entirely sure, but if I've made a mistake, please tell me anything ]
[ Please Donate : My duty is to absolutely follow God's will ]
[ Please Donate : If my error led the 'world's response' to the wrong conclusion, I will take full responsibility, no matter what ]
[ Igugwoden : No, you don't need to take responsibility or anything.... ]
[ Igugwoden : Hold on a sec ]
[ Igugwoden : You know what chicken is, right? ]
[ Please Donate : I believe it refers to chicken ]
[ Igugwoden : Besides that, there's this dish called chicken, the kind you get delivered ]
And then.
After the next reply came in, I couldn't help but feel the wall between me and the author once more.
[ Please Donate : ...?? ]
'Whoa…… she's really this immersed?'
The author and I had our own little rule.
I'm a god. When I sponsor, they can use 'divine power'—something like that setup.
Changes in the comic's plot are the results of using divine power.
The more money I give, the more divine power they get to drive more varied developments.
It might sound confusing laid out like this, but basically, it was just a skin.
If the author built their hyper-immersive universe and kept calling me a god, only for me to go 'Thanks for the cash~ chugging the soda~!', how immersion-breaking would that be?
In short, we were role-playing. She's the world's observer, I'm the god. That kind of thing.
But I honestly didn't expect her to be this serious about it.
You'd think I knew it was all concept, right? Since she occasionally drops real-world terms like new business models.
No, that's not the issue! The real problem is—
'My own complacency!'
I'll admit it.
The reason I got so immersed in this world was largely thanks to my chats with the author.
Because she matched my vibe so perfectly, acting like a real temple priest without breaking the worldbuilding, I could feel like I was actually a god.
The same went for immersing myself in Erin and Eirene, or wanting to save her holy knight friends.
If I wasn't enjoying it, fine—but after soaking up all the fun, whining 'Why are you so over-immersed?' would be cowardly, wouldn't it?
So.
If the author was going that hard—
Then I needed to fully embody the god role too.
[ Igugwoden : First off ]
[ Igugwoden : How long will the chicken supply last? ]
[ Please Donate : Since you bestowed a full 50,000 won worth of divine power ]
[ Please Donate : Chicken named after God's love will spread across the continent for a very long time ]
[ Igugwoden : Stop that first ]
[ Please Donate : By 'stop,' do you mean halt the supply? ]
[ Igugwoden : Yeah ]
Endless refills of a specific food.
It might seem great at first, but long-term, constant supply of one ingredient could cause social chaos.
The related economy would go haywire, and once people notice chickens refilling at temples, some idiots might get bad ideas.
Of course, I knew any such idiots would get zapped by a single sponsorship click.
But I wanted to read the comic! Not play raw chicken defense!
[ Please Donate : If that is God's will, I will of course obey ]
[ Please Donate : However, that would leave a huge amount of 'divine power' remaining... ]
[ Igugwoden : For the leftover power ]
[ Igugwoden : Make it so they can make and eat the dish called 'chicken' one last time, supplying other ingredients too? I'll give the recipe ]
[ Igugwoden : Hold onto any extra divine power for now ]
This whole mess started because I said to cover the chicken cost.
Since it's come to this, letting our kids enjoy some chicken too wouldn't be bad.
Spreading chicken to another world—classic but delicious cliché, right?
[ Please Donate : Cooking ingredients and recipe... Understood ]
[ Please Donate : Is this the recipe for the 'chicken' dish you mentioned? ]
[ Igugwoden : Yeah, you get it? ]
[ Please Donate : I'm terribly sorry, but I don't know it well. However, if you provide the recipe, I will memorize it ]
I barely swallowed the words "What do you mean you don't know chicken?"
I'm the god. She's the observer. It's natural for an observer not to know modern culture!
Matching her immersion is the way to avoid embarrassing this small, precious author who's drawing the comic for me!
[ Igugwoden : Got it, hold on ]
I found a 'Pride Chicken' recipe with detailed batter secrets.
Modern chicken. The flower of delivery food, with endless variations letting Koreans revel in chicken bliss anytime—but honestly, just deep-frying plain chicken wouldn't cut it.
Even referencing the imperial chef's methods in the comic, it'd end up pretty basic.
So the secret I was giving was basically the batter recipe. Even without brining, it'd definitely level up the taste.
After sending the recipe.
[ Igugwoden : How's that? ]
[ Igugwoden : Ask if anything's unclear ]
[ Please Donate : No need. All the spices exist in our world too ]
[ Please Donate : So 'chicken' means fried chicken dish... I learned something new from Lord Igugwoden today ]
[ Please Donate : Thank you for sharing this precious divine knowledge ]
[ Igugwoden : Sure ]
[ Igugwoden : Let's get started then ]
[ Igugwoden : Chicken party ]
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The next day.
As Erin and the priests headed to the temple to deal with yet another pile of God's gift—raw chicken—
"This is…… an oil vat?"
"There's white flour-like stuff too!"
"And spices with a really unique aroma……!"
The mountain of raw chickens was the same, but this time, piles of other ingredients surrounded it.
What could this mean? As Erin wondered, her eyes caught a single sheet of paper on the floor.
Erin carefully picked it up and read.
「To Saintess Erin.
This is God's will. Make the dish called 'chicken' right now and share it with everyone.
Chicken distribution ends with this.
The recipe is as follows……
(omitted)
This dish comes from the 'divine realm' where Lord Igugwoden resides.
The recipe itself is Lord Igugwoden's divine gift.
Never forget that being able to eat 'chicken' is all thanks to Lord Igugwoden.」
"Lord Igugwoden……!"
Erin clutched the paper to her chest and hugged it tight.
Crumple, crumple—the paper slipped between her breasts.
'Lord Igugwoden's plain fact…… I will share it with everyone……!'
Erin wiped a tear, slowly stood, turned, and looked at them all.
"Sister Cecilia. Could you head to the imperial family for a bit?"
"The imperial family……?"
"Yes."
She nodded, her blue eyes sparkling.
—Sparkle. Erin's pride in spreading God's dish shone like jewels.
"Gather the imperial chefs. As many as possible."
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"Then, let's begin."
Sizzle—
He placed a finished chicken leg into the heated massive oil vat and started frying.
Cooking oil wasn't that common, so deep-frying whole ingredients like this was an incredibly luxurious method—
……Gulp.
The chef swallowed involuntarily.
As an imperial chef, he'd had more chances to try fried dishes than most. He'd fried chicken before too, but never like this.
Not minced and balled up, but a bold, hearty style.
From the batter stage, the subtle aroma of various spices had been teasing his nose all day.
Following the recipe to the letter…… he pulled out the finished fried chicken leg.
It looked perfectly executed at a glance!
The chef carefully plated it and brought it to the woman chosen by God.
"It's done, Saintess."
"I eat first……?"
"Since it's cooked from the recipe God gave, isn't it obvious?"
Erin took the plate without hesitation.
Her gaze locked onto the steaming, golden-yellow fried chicken leg.
'Wow……!'
This was the food Lord Igugwoden gave us!
And the first to put it in her mouth…… was herself.
At this odd fact, Erin's stomach tickled again.
Half from hunger. Half from……
'Lord Igugwoden. Thank you for this new dish.'
Erin slowly gripped the chicken leg by hand.
"Saintess, utensils are over there—"
"No. This dish…… should be eaten like this."
It was almost instinct.
Erin held it…… and carefully brought it to her mouth.
And—
—Crunch!!!
"――!!!!!"
What hit Erin's tongue was an explosive aroma.
The spice-laden batter crumbled, first coating her mouth in seductive fragrance.
Then hot juices burst forth!
The crisp crunch, the shatteringly crunchy texture—Erin couldn't stop chewing.
As the finely shredded meat and batter slid down her throat—
"――Igugwoden!"
She uttered the sacred god's name without thinking.
The very name she'd cried out when first sensing His presence!
"Saintess……?"
Erin savored the divine love in the dish with eyes closed—
Then slowly opened them and spoke.
"Everyone. It'll be a busy day…… but this will spread God's plain fact too. Treat it like the first day's relief efforts, cooking and distributing as it comes. So, chefs—"
――Make more, please!
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"Take one piece each!"
"It's called chicken! A gift from Lord Igugwoden!"
"Today is the last day for chicken distribution! Please visit the cathedral!"
Chicken cooked much faster than previous chicken dishes, letting more people get it quicker.
"Thank you so much……!"
"Igugwoden! Igugwoden!"
Even plain food would've earned bows of gratitude.
But this was no plain dish. A precious new fried food!
And its taste was leagues beyond the priests' simple roasted chicken or the imperial chefs' sauced roasts.
"To think I'd live to eat fried food……."
"Is this really from God?"
"Probably just priest talk."
"Maybe the Saintess invented it?"
"Wish I had beer for this……."
Rumors flew, but no one denied it.
In the capital at least, complaints against the Igugwoden Church were now rare.
All thanks to the Saintess's grace!
Everything had changed since she came.
Taxes dropped to fair levels, priests pushed innovative policies to overhaul the old ways, swiftly winning the people's hearts.
Naturally, more lips praised Igugwoden—
And bit by bit, the world was dyeing in Igugwoden's colors.
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—The day God Igugwoden taught Saintess Erin a new dish.
This day was recorded as 'Saint Chicken's Day,' with crowds gathering at cathedrals yearly to share chicken.
Even a quirky rule emerged: 'Shout "Igugwoden!" with every bite to express thanks to God.' A proper holiday.
And all this was possible thanks to God's sponsorship.
A new food delighting tongues, advancing food culture!
Sharing food is sharing life. Without daily bread, life ends—
Naturally, the world thanked the Sole God once more.
50,000 won sponsorship hurray.
Lord Igugwoden's grace etched forever, his name shouted yearly.
50,000 won sponsorship hurray.
Fried chicken leg in hand as awe for Him; fried wing as His hot love for us!
50,000 won sponsorship hurray.
Long live Igugwoden!
! ! ! Hurray 50,000 won sponsorship ! ! !
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