Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Chicken for the Observer
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"Whew……."
After checking the latest chapter, which wrapped up nicely with everyone happily sharing chicken, I could finally let out a sigh of relief.
'At this point, I can say I managed to wrap things up without any major brain farts.'
When the author suddenly started piling up chicken on the altar just because I mentioned buying chicken, I was at a loss for how to handle it—
But the ending turned out pretty decent, so I wasn't feeling bad at all.
Tailoring the story like this is surprisingly tough. Is this how the author felt all those times, always adjusting to fit my whims?
[ Igugwoden: That chapter was good ]
[ Igugwoden: You drew the chicken so damn tasty-looking lol Igugwoden ]
[ Please Donate: A dish made with the recipe from the 'Realm of God' that Lord Igugwoden mentioned ]
[ Please Donate: Its exquisite flavor is something we can know without even tasting it ]
[ Please Donate: Just as we know it's an absolute command without needing to hear God's word directly ]
"Hahaha."
A hollow laugh escaped me.
But hadn't I decided to twist my body into pretzels to fit the author's concept and truly become a benevolent god?
So, I said what a god in this position would say……
[ Igugwoden: Yes, yes, a fine metaphor indeed ]
[ Igugwoden: No more chicken generation from now on, right? ]
[ Please Donate: Yes ]
[ Please Donate: However, precisely because of that, there is something I must ask…… ]
[ Igugwoden: What? ]
[ Please Donate: The total amount Lord Igugwoden has sponsored me is 50,000 won ]
[ Please Donate: At first, I planned to use the full 50,000 won worth of Divine Power to generate chickens on the altar ]
[ Please Donate: But now that chicken provision has stopped, an absurdly large amount of Divine Power remains unused ]
[ Please Donate: Might you have any desire for how to utilize the unused Divine Power? ]
For a moment, I wondered what the hell that was about—
'Does it remember me telling it to hold onto the Divine Power?'
Well, yeah…… I sponsored ten thousand won, didn't I?
I even sent over the full chicken recipe and precious ingredients.
It turned into this whole unfolding plot by accident, but it was fun in its own way. Erin looked so purely happy and cute, so I'm satisfied.
Of course, looking at the scale of past sponsorships, dumping a mountain of raw chickens for days with just 50,000 won, plus recipes and ingredients, felt like it didn't balance out.
For 10,000 won, I brought down God's Lightning.
For 100,000 won, I rewrote the Holy Scripture.
For 300,000 won, I instilled an unbreakable will even against fate.
For 500,000 won, I created an unlimited pet with subspace capabilities.
So naturally, the author seemed to think 50,000 won warranted something equivalent.
But—
All those previous ones were sponsorships to resolve specific situations.
Luca's was high-stakes from the start, and I got overly immersed; Ophelia's was a big one-time shot instead of pocket change.
For Erin, there wasn't a specified minimum, so I just tossed it in out of curiosity about how far the author would brain fart.
However, this 50,000 won was different.
This wasn't money sent to twist the plot. It was literally sent for the author to buy chicken.
Even if the author turned out to be a total madman who propagated chicken across another world—still, it was pure support, sent with the hope he'd spend it on something worldly without plot constraints.
As such, I had no intention of nitpicking about value or demanding something specific.
In terms of cost-performance, it was already overflowing.
To hire the author properly as a henchman who'd tailor everything to my whims just for my entertainment, it'd cost way more than this.
Besides—unlike when I first discovered this comic and sponsored for fun,
I'd grown somewhat attached to this world.
The more affection I felt for the world, the more gratitude I had for the author who cooked it up so deliciously.
Normally, I'd say here, 'This is just straight-up sponsorship money, so feel free to spend it on your chicken.'
But
'No, I can't do that.'
The guy was a lunatic who turned "buy chicken" into infinite altar chickens in the comic.
Within the bounds of not breaking this RP—I had to request he spend it on personal indulgence.
So—
[ Igugwoden: The remaining Divine Power ]
[ Igugwoden: Doesn't need to be used on that world ]
[ Please Donate: Pardon? ]
[ Please Donate: I'm not sure I understand…… ]
—I had to become the benevolent Sole God Igugwoden.
[ Igugwoden: Use the remaining power so the Observer can eat chicken ]
[ Igugwoden: That is God's will ]
[ Please Donate: ...? ]
[ Please Donate: Me...? ]
[ Igugwoden: Yeah ]
[ Igugwoden: You must be hungry from observing the world, right? ]
[ Igugwoden: I believe that for this world to be maintained properly, it's important the Observer doesn't tire and eats their fill ]
[ Igugwoden: So, just like Erin ate with a happy smile ]
[ Igugwoden: This time, I want you to eat chicken ]
Perfect. Even GMs in hobby TRPGs would say, 'Nice RP there.'
'Now that I've gone this far, he'll buy and eat it obediently, right?'
The author didn't reply for a while. About 10 minutes?
Just as I wondered if something happened, a timely response came.
[ Please Donate: May I ask the reason? ]
[ Igugwoden: Huh??? ]
[ Please Donate: I mean... the reason you're saying I should use Divine Power to buy 'chicken'...... I'm curious ]
Was there a reason?
I replied without much trouble.
[ Igugwoden: It's encouragement ]
[ Igugwoden: God's encouragement for the Observer ]
No reply again.
After about 15 minutes, when I started thinking maybe he was busy and I was bothering him—
[ Please Donate: Understood ]
[ Please Donate: If that is God's will, I shall obey ]
[ Please Donate: Thank you ]
'Yes!'
I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.
Damn…… why is role-playing with this author so high difficulty??
'But still……'
His comics are filling the emptiness in my heart bit by bit.
Matching his pace like this has gotta be way easier than drawing the comics.
I stretched and got up from my seat.
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A dim, dark space.
Something that had partially materialized thanks to overwhelming Divine Power mulled over God's words again and again.
「This
time
I want
you
to
eat
chicken」
"You want me to eat chicken...?"
Chicken…… eating it?
Chicken. Food from the Realm of God. It could comprehend what it was through the recipe.
But the idea of it consuming it was absurd.
The only thing it could ingest was one—Divine Power alone.
Even Divine Power couldn't just be absorbed outright.
Only the portions refined and permitted for absorption during use could be tasted.
Even if absorbable, recklessly using God's Divine Power might anger Him and halt provision.
Something to avoid at all costs for sustainable sponsorship.
Thus, it naturally planned to use the remainder per God's will.
Yet.
Instead of the beings in the world who receive God's love……
It hadn't even imagined God would direct the power toward 'itself.'
'What in the world is…….'
—Why hesitate?
It turned its gaze to the empty air where the voice echoed.
—If it is the will of God Igugwoden, simply carry it out.
"But……"
The remaining power was indeed enough to massively impact their world.
However, that was solely regarding their side's world.
It was inevitably insufficient to directly access the 'Realm of God' from here.
Chicken was cuisine from the Realm of God. It wasn't confident the remaining power could recreate it.
—God's words carry the force of life.
Thus, surely possible with the existing power.
Where God's will exists, impossibility does not.
'Where God's will exists, impossibility does not…….'
It turned its gaze back to God's words.
Yes. God's will.
Why on earth had God said such a thing?
A new emotion it never would have conceived before materialization—doubt. Curiosity.
It cautiously continued communication with God.
[ May I ask the reason? ]
And God's response.
「This
is
encourage
ment」
'……!!!'
God's encouragement toward the Observer.
It stared blankly at God's words for a long time.
God's encouragement toward me.
God's grace…… not just for our world, but for me.
'…….'
It thought for a long while.
"This is God's…… Plain Fact."
It moved its mouth and spoke.
It could produce a voice. It felt itself exhaling something.
A materialized yet imperfect existence.
It existed, but as a concept distinctly different from a 'living being.'
Even so, materialization allowed it to feel churning emotions.
[ Thank you ]
—Now accessing the 'Realm of God.'
"……."
It nodded—
And the world went black.
……!……!……!
The moment it accessed the Realm of God, an ineffable providence crushed them.
The overwhelming weight of truth that parasites living off God's Divine Power could never withstand!
Yet they did not perish. God's Divine Power, God's Plain Fact protected them.
……!!!……!!!……!!!
Just a little more.
It reached out a hand.
Just a tiny bit more, a little more……!!!!!
……!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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'…….'
It slowly regained consciousness.
Upon coming to—it realized it had 'collapsed' in their space.
The power was insufficient.
It knew accessing the Realm of God had been…… woefully inadequate.
—God's will has been fulfilled.
'……!!'
Hand.
In a hand shaped like Lord Igugwoden's…… it clutched a fried chicken leg dish—chicken.
One piece of chicken. Barely retrieved from the 'Realm of God'—God's cuisine.
Though the power was lacking, God had cherished it.
The life force in God's words made it possible.
—Eating that dish is God's will.
"……."
It gazed at the chicken for a long time.
Sensing its aroma. Feeling its warmth.
Along with various sensations proving its materialization…… cautiously, it opened its mouth—
—Crunch, crunch!!
Crunch, munch.
A sensation utterly different from ingesting Divine Power—it ate the chicken.
With crisp sounds, it chewed and swallowed the chicken.
Eating food means being alive.
Eating food means life burns there. It means carrying the spark of life onward.
After finishing the chicken, it slowly rose.
"This is the divine cuisine bestowed by Lord Igugwoden……."
It voiced.
The change was sensed by the being born alongside it, observing the world.
—A voice.
"Yeah……?"
—Your voice…… I can hear it.
It instantly grasped what that meant.
My voice…… is 'heard.'
This was different from recognizing its own uttered sentences.
A very high, clear soprano tone, akin to that of saintesses chosen by God, rang clearly in its ears.
And at the same time—
Drip. Water fell on its instep.
Touching its face, it easily recognized they were tears.
Shedding tears. Feeling emotions.
Not empty, but filled—not empty, but alive.
Eating food—grants life in itself.
"Lord Igugwoden……!!!"
Something that merely wished to tend to their world now welcomed the moment of birth.
—All for Lord Igugwoden.
"All for…… Lord Igugwoden……!!"
The moment of evolution.
The 'it' that had merely existed conceptually, coveting Divine Power for the world—
Was reborn as a living being through God's love.