Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Plain Fact: The God's Name is Igugwoden
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After leaving my sponsorship comment.
I naturally assumed that, this time too, a reply like, 'No way! You sponsored 100,000 won! Amazing! You're too generous, Lord Igugwoden! I'll resolve Erin's trial right away!' would pop up.
But—
No matter how long I waited, no reply came.
'What the?'
We'd just been chatting via comments, so I figured they'd thank me immediately.
Five minutes, ten minutes. Even after several minutes passed, no reply appeared.
What could be happening? A vague sense of unease crept up my spine—
But really, if I thought about it, wasn't it weirder for them to check comments instantly and reply right away?
I'd just gotten used to their quick responses every time.
'They're probably busy with something else.'
I'd spent the money, but I had no intention of throwing my weight around like, 'Why no instant reply?' So, with thoughts of tidying up and heading to bed, I stood from my seat.
...That's when it happened.
Bzzz!
'Huh?'
Right on cue, it seemed a reply had come—the vibration prompted me to check the page again.
[Please Give Me Money (Author): sjdw.wo.to << This is a 1:1 chat room. Please enter here.]
"???"
I wondered what this was about, but without much suspicion, I clicked the link.
As stated, it was a chat room. A space for one-on-one chatting only.
Curiously, my nickname was set to 'Igugwoden.' So the author must have created this chat room?
The site didn't support 1:1 chats, so if they needed one, they could make it... but who chats with other readers on a comic site anyway?
[Igugwoden: Why'd you call me?]
[Please Give Me Money: Sorry. I never imagined receiving such a huge sponsorship amount... I had to prepare this and that.]
[Please Give Me Money: First, allow me to express my gratitude for your generous sponsorship of 100,000 won, an amount beyond imagination.]
[Please Give Me Money: Truly, thank you, Lord Igugwoden. We will engrave in our hearts the fact that you sponsored 100,000 won. I promise the sponsorship funds you provided will not be squandered.]
The author kept sending thanks repeatedly after that.
Well... of course, in sponsorship terms, 100,000 won was a pretty big sum.
Even on live streams, tossing 100,000 won made you a king, with thanks dragging on forever.
But wasn't this a bit over the top?
100,000 won didn't seem worth this much fuss.
[Igugwoden: lmao if you're thankful then properly deliver that reality check gg]
[Please Give Me Money: Don't worry about that. With the power of 100,000 won, the world will change from its roots. Your existence, Lord Igugwoden, will utterly transform this world from the ground up. It's a tremendous honor for me to witness that moment alongside you.]
Their tone was like an overly enthusiastic GM deep into a TRPG.
[Igugwoden: Alright then gg~~~~ Notify me when the next chapter drops]
[Please Give Me Money: Please wait a moment.]
[Igugwoden: ?]
[Please Give Me Money: Since you sponsored 100,000 won, I must convey your words.]
[Please Give Me Money: Lord Igugwoden, please leave one message each to be delivered to everyone as the word of god, and separately to Erin.]
[Please Give Me Money: I will convey any words without fail. Leave whatever you wish.]
Huh?
They wanted me to leave a message?
Like some sponsorship reward?
Well, shoving my line into the comic and pocketing 100,000 won was a solid deal for them.
[Igugwoden: Anything's fine?]
[Please Give Me Money: Of course. Even one line is fine. Your words are the words of a god, so one line is enough to grant them life.]
Seeing them suck up to the end put me in a pretty good mood, so I naturally pondered what to say.
Let's see... A message to everyone as a god probably meant for those annoying kids.
That was easy, no thought needed. The issue was the message for Erin.
It was just for 'Erin' in the story... but since they were so immersed, maybe something like 'Erin fighting!' would be nice.
I had been cheering on her journey in the comic, after all.
...Nah, too lame. Since I blew 100,000 won, why not drop some brain-rot meme? No other readers anyway.
Views were stuck at exactly 1 up to this chapter. Even with everyone else losing interest, the author kept drawing because of my sponsorship.
[Igugwoden: Really anything goes??]
[Please Give Me Money: Yes.]
Then...
This shouldn't count as brain-rot, right...?
First, I wrote the message for everyone as god.
[Igugwoden: First, message from the god. 'Plain Fact one. The god's name is Igugwoden.' Convey that.]
That should shut up the ones fussing about the name.
But that wasn't the important part.
I took a deep breath and slowly typed.
[Igugwoden: And for Erin]
[Igugwoden: Convey 'Erin Boobs Super Big' gg]
After saying that, I let out a hollow chuckle.
Man, finding this funny at my age.
But with my mind full of those massive tits that wouldn't stay hidden even after a bath.
Considering how invested I'd become in Erin—partly because she was my type, a cute girl with huge boobs—it was more important than it seemed.
Honestly, I hoped for a service scene too. Mention tits after paying, they'd draw more, right?
[Please Give Me Money: By boobs, you mean the Divine Power Pouch you mentioned last time...?]
[Igugwoden: Yeah]
[Igugwoden: If not possible, something else]
[Please Give Me Money: No, how could it not be? Lord Igugwoden. If you deem it important, the world will accept it as fact.]
Good. Knew it. Service scene please.
Forced tit scene beats contrived no-fun plot—my motto.
[Please Give Me Money: I will surely convey Lord Igugwoden's words to all.]
[Please Give Me Money: Finally, one more thanks. Thank you for the generous 100,000 won sponsorship.]
[Please Give Me Money: See you in the next chapter.]
Ending the chat, I kept chuckling to myself for a while.
Erin Boobs Super Big... wonder how this brain-rot author brings that line to life.
At that moment, I barely thought about the message as a god.
My mind kept replaying Erin's upper tits from the bath scene.
'....'
...Was gonna hold back today.
With those silly thoughts, I searched 'huge boobs' on the comic site.
* * *
Please.
Save all those deceived by the false god—
Erin prayed with eyes closed, but as a young woman, she couldn't overpower two grown men's strength.
"When would be good for the trial date, Lady Lumina?"
"As soon as possible. God too must wish for this poor lamb to open her eyes soon."
"Come here!"
The two women talking grew distant.
Dragged to prison like this?
Me... locked in the underground dungeon?
'Lord Igugwoden...!'
Yet Erin didn't resent her god even now.
If this was god's trial, she would accept it.
No, maybe her prayers were insufficient.
She would pray and pray nonstop in the prison.
She no longer doubted god's existence.
God exists. And calls god 'Igugwoden.' That was unchanging absolute truth.
So surely, this time too. God would hear her prayers.
'Lord Igugwoden. I, Erin, chosen by you, dare to ask. Please hear my prayer. To me, to me—'
Please grant me a miracle to overcome this trial—
"...Huh?"
It happened in an instant.
A flash.
Her closed eyes saw the flash.
"U, uwaaaak!"
"What is it! What happened?!"
The flash blinded everyone.
No, it wasn't just blinding eyes. This light.
This light—
Swallowed the world.
It was a world-swallowing light.
"Th-this...!!!!"
Yet Erin wasn't swallowed by the light.
One woman came into clear view: Lumina.
The one called closest to saintess, who claimed god's name was Opelaishel.
"Y-you... what have you done!?"
"!!"
Lumina saw it too, apparently.
This was Opelaishel Cathedral in the capital, packed with people...
But now, in a space of pure white light, only Erin and Lumina remained.
"Kyaa!"
Then.
Lumina staggered, losing balance, and a book emerged from her body.
—It was the Holy Scripture. The one she, saintess candidate, always carried.
The holiest book, inscribed with god's words and journeys from the beginning.
The Holy Scripture floated high as if alive... then flipped pages wildly, rustling nonstop.
And then.
A voice reached both Lumina and Erin.
A voice too holy to pin gender, stirring faith just by hearing.
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In the primordial era where only light and dark existed, there was a god.
The god created a place to set foot. Named it 'earth.'
Then, the god created a place to stretch arms. Named it 'sky.'
"This is...!"
The Holy Scripture's opening verse.
The monumental line starting the epic tale of the great goddess who created earth and sky, humans, and bestowed the name Opelaishel upon creation.
Lumina had read it endlessly. To hear Sole God Opelaishel's voice. To become saintess!
Even before grasping the situation, she felt holiness. Amid unknowns, she revered it. Taught to do so.
But Erin's feeling differed slightly from Lumina's.
Somehow, she 'knew.' The recited words would soon become meaningless drivel.
"Huh...??"
Lumina looked up at the Holy Scripture in shock.
It flopped like a living thing.
No, it looked like pleading to someone.
The low to the high.
The flowing to the opposing.
—Save me?
Erin's gaze pierced deeper than Lumina's.
This was... creation's moment. The world undergoing fundamental change, reborn anew.
Destruction for creation. Creation blooming from destruction. The 'domain of god' beyond human reach.
She instinctively knew this moment saved all 'deceived by the false god.'
And—
A pillar of light pierced the Holy Scripture.
'!!!!'
Both women intuited.
This glimpsed a fragment of godslaying.
What they saw was the old regime's finale.
True god's judgment on the era of false god's tyranny.
The Holy Scripture halted, spewing all truths it held.
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Light and dark■■existed■primordial■, god■exists■■.
God■■created place to step■. Named it 'ea■th.'
Then■, god■■stretched arms■■created. That■'sk■y' named■■.
The Holy Scripture's verses... vanished.
A bizarre sight. Who could easily imagine sentences begging for life then fading?
Yet god shows no mercy. What 'was truth' lost authority and weight instantly.
God's birth, world's change, verses all tongues raced to gild with god's authority... all.
Vanish.
Sentences crumbled to dust, trace-free.
As if they should never have existed... no.
As if they
never existed
at all.
And inscribed anew on the blank Holy Scripture—
God's words.
True words bloom in the Holy Scripture, erasing false scripture's text.
First verse from god's herald announcing new era—
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—Plain Fact one. The god's name is Igugwoden.
The world was being rewritten.