Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Nitrogen Fertilizer
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[PlzMoney: If you say fertilizer... do you mean something like compost?]
[Igugwoden: Nah nah, nitrogen chemical fertilizer]
[Igugwoden: Does this world have it by any chance?]
[PlzMoney: I'm sorry, but I've never heard of it.]
[PlzMoney: If it's okay with you, could you explain it in detail?]
'Explanation, huh.'
Judging from people's daily lives, I figured there was a high chance it didn't exist—
And sure enough, it seemed this world had no nitrogen fertilizer.
Good. Adding fertilizer should boost total food production.
It would definitely take time—but compared to me directly providing food, this was a far more stable way to supply society consistently.
The reason was simple.
Dumping a ton of food into the world via sponsorship 'creation.'
Sure, from my perspective, it was an easy way to feel that emotional high of doing a good deed without much thought.
But food provided solely through miracles without a proper process could risk upending this world's economic structure on a massive scale.
It was the same logic as when I stopped the infinite chicken generation.
Plus, like I was just worrying about—
Unless I took responsibility forever, other problems were inevitable.
The common folk, used to getting free food from the church, would start seeing it as something they were 'entitled to' just by going to the cathedral and reciting Igugwoden's name a few times...
And when that stopped, the backlash would fall not on the intangible god they chanted about, but on Erin—the one I cherished—who stood right before their eyes.
I wasn't calling the people primitive or anything.
Humans were just like that. I was confident that if I were in their shoes, I wouldn't act any differently.
So, at least while I played the role of god, I wanted to provide only miracles that the human world could handle—for Erin's sake, as my representative.
That meant introducing fertilizer here was the right call.
Until crops could be properly grown, temporarily ramping up sponsorships to provide food was still fine.
The problem was—
'Suddenly asking [give us chemical fertilizer]—would the author just go along with it blindly?'
I recalled the recent 'Chicken Day' episode.
Back then, the author stuck strictly to the worldbuilding, releasing live chickens into the world instead of fried chicken.
I was a bit flustered, but we somehow conveyed a recipe to approximate 'chicken as a modern dish,' and it worked out.
Even then, without proper seasoning, it relied on batter for a somewhat primitive fry—but since this world already knew deep-frying, the recipe alone spread the new food easily.
But fertilizer?
I didn't know much, but could the people here replicate it—something involving electricity or energy to trigger a chemical reaction that fixes nitrogen?
Let me clarify: I knew nothing about the history of chemical fertilizers or the exact chemical processes.
A quick internet search would give the basics—that was my knowledge level.
In that situation, I had no confidence in explaining it to the author like I did with the chicken recipe.
'Well... they have something like photos, basic newspapers, know how to make soap and perfume, and have advanced water treatment and hygiene concepts.'
I'd seen so many reused bath scenes that I'd naturally memorized the bathroom structures—I let out a light chuckle.
At least, the upper class recognized the importance of cleanliness.
With nobles leading by example, the lower class would learn too—they just had less access to clean water.
Even considering the rampant plagues and average housing, it wasn't like everyone could shower like modern people, but the civilization wasn't that primitive or backward.
'Hmm...'
Even if I was over-immersed, the author drawing this comic was a modern person too, so they obviously knew about fertilizers. I considered just shamelessly asking for 'chemically produced nitrogen fertilizer'—
'That'd be cheating.'
Meeting Erin, starting sponsorships that rewrote the Holy Scripture, becoming a god—
Sharing my heart with my future wife, listening to so many people's troubles.
Getting this immersed and enjoying the comic daily updates and beautiful art was the main draw—
But I couldn't deny the author faithfully upheld the 'divine messenger observing the world in service to god' role without breaking the worldbuilding.
Even with the chicken, and when I straight-up said 'eat some chicken,' the author preserved the lore with care.
And now, using 'it's too complicated to explain' as an excuse to just demand it?
A human might take the easy path.
But that wasn't the way of a god—my way.
[Igugwoden: Hmm]
[Igugwoden: So... I don't know how to explain this.]
[Igugwoden: Like with chicken, as 'divine artifact,' it probably needs a detailed explanation.]
At that moment.
An unexpected reply came from the author.
[PlzMoney: An artifact from the 'Realm of God'?]
[PlzMoney: If so, just telling me should allow me to provide it.]
[Igugwoden: Huh?]
[PlzMoney: Do you remember?]
[PlzMoney: The recent [new BM] added by divine grace: [Subscription Sponsorship System]]
'Ah!'
Come to think of it.
Recently, the 'new BM' subscription sponsorship system was added.
Ares missed Karen so much, but micromanaging was annoying, so I'd set it up, charged money, and forgotten—
[PlzMoney: Adding the subscription sponsorship system created a link to the 'Realm of God.']
[PlzMoney: With enough Divine Power, a few artifacts from the Realm of God can be transmitted.]
[PlzMoney: Of course, not anything goes...]
'They're unfolding it like this?'
I slapped my knee without thinking.
As I mentioned, the author was a modern person.
Pretending ignorance casually, but they knew exactly what chemical fertilizer and chicken were, just like me.
They knew chemical fertilizer was harder for a layperson to explain properly than a chicken recipe anyone could follow.
Quick on the uptake, they'd noticed my dilemma.
So, using the handy new 'subscription BM' as an excuse—they were letting me know!
They'd gladly provide chemical fertilizer without breaking the world!
It was just a comic for immersion—not a real isekai.
The thoughtfulness in adding 'not anything goes' to avoid balance issues left me in awe.
'What a money-grubbing ghost.'
Maybe they worried I'd give up explaining and stop sponsoring—
But guiding the situation naturally to squeeze money out? Spending a bit didn't seem bad now.
Plus, with subscription BM, fertilizer would steadily help people without me babysitting!
'No way... they planned all this?'
If they showed suffering masses while I pondered using the Ares-era BM...
I was ready to admit defeat and open my wallet.
[Igugwoden: Then]
[Igugwoden: Can subscription sponsorship steadily provide nitrogen fertilizer?]
[PlzMoney: If the 'nitrogen fertilizer' you want to send is an artifact transmissible here, then yes—assuming enough 'Divine Power.']
[PlzMoney: If it's impossible or needs more Divine Power, I'll let you know.]
Taking the cue, I checked my balance.
No extra payments for Karen yet, so my funds were intact.
'Well... not like demanding working electronics. Chemical fertilizer shouldn't cost much?'
A world-changing invention, sure—but invented over 100 years ago in modern terms.
Anyway, sending fertilizer to the world was solved.
One thing left—
'Not passing it off as a simple 'divine miracle.''
Just handing it out from cathedrals would be like swapping 'food' for 'fertilizer' in my earlier example.
It needed a plausible delivery method, at least on the surface.
'If this world develops 'nitrogen fertilizer'... who'd make it?'
In the real world, 'scientists' did.
Here, 'mages' making it seemed most fitting.
Magic handling 'tech' roles was a common isekai trope.
Descriptions already treated photography as magic, so it fit.
Anyway.
Direction set—time to move forward.
[Igugwoden: Author]
[Igugwoden: From now on, do exactly as I say?]
* * *
"Yaaawn..."
In the verdant Magic Tower nestled in a small forest not far from Igugwoden Capital—
A woman stretched languidly on the bed in the Tower Master's top-floor room.
Silver straight hair gleaming, eyes like melted emeralds.
Her sheer negligee slipped, revealing smooth underarms.
Her face looked adorably cute at a glance... but her chest proved she was no girl, boasting impressive heft.
She was—
Reina Firenshia, prodigy shunned by peer mages for her talent, youngest-ever Tower Master of the Wood Magic Tower.
'...Woke up too early.'
Reina rubbed her eyes lightly.
It was 8 a.m.—fine for rising, maybe even late.
But she burrowed back into the blankets like a caterpillar, lacking motivation.
'Hehe. Blankets warm. Sun cozy. Free sunlight's a blessing.'
She had reasons for slacking.
She'd stopped magic research altogether.
In an era where budgets hinged on strict merit, maybe—but now?
Just pray casually and study 'Lord Igugwoden's Plain Facts' or whatever, and budgets flowed freely. Why bother?
Especially since the Wood Magic Tower was now the 'useless tower'...
No wonder motivation was low.
'Going out means chanting weird prayers... better sleep.'
As she drifted off again.
Knock knock. A familiar woman's voice followed.
"Reina! You awake? Can I come in?"
"...Stella? What's up?"
The voice belonged to Stella, Wood Magic Tower Vice Master handling all the work while Reina lazed—her loyal aide.
"A guest for you, Reina."
"If it's not important, tell them later? Still sleepy..."
"I'm coming in."
Stella barged in, approaching the pajama-clad Reina.
Hierarchically questionable, but Reina wasn't the type to nitpick.
"Come on, Reina. Up you get."
"Ugh... important? Really? No way... who'd visit on a lazy day like this? The Empress?"
"Not the Empress, but still unexpected."
"Who?"
"Fire Magic Tower Master."
"...!"
That hotshot uncle?
Why visit me suddenly?
"Not sure on details, but he brought a VVIP too. Better meet him."