The World I Was Supporting Was Real - Chapter 50



Episode 50. Maybe I’ll just buy some chicken

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“I’m back.”

Even though I knew there would be no answer, I threw a word as I returned home.

The weather has gotten quite chilly now. The season for peeling tangerines has come.

I roughly took off my coat, and although I wanted to throw myself onto the bed right away-

‘No.’

Who am I?

The ‘god’ who made Ophelia, who couldn’t understand the plain fact, move forward.

If I am ‘god’, shouldn’t I set an example by doing what needs to be done without being lazy?

Starting with organizing the coat I just took off.

After taking off and organizing my clothes, I immediately turned on the shower.

Today’s chosen music― a very sophisticated song filled with agony over the bass.

Hearing the voice saying ‘Ne Ne Kimi-!’ from my smartphone, I cleaned my body, which had suffered from the hot water.

Of course, I didn’t turn up the volume too high. I’d rather not listen to music than bother my neighbors.

After finishing the shower, I lightly tidied up the room.

Checked once more if there were any of my shed skins lying around. Clean.

Indeed.

Just thinking that I am a god, I could experience a miraculous change in my attitude towards my body.

Picking up trash on the street, helping an elderly person struggling with a smartphone to find their way, all these actions were because I thought that’s what a god would do.

If I am the god whom Erin worships, Eirene loves, and the paladins cling to learn from, isn’t this much natural?

“Snort.”

It was a bit funny to think about it myself, but still, somehow…

With the mindset of rejecting even the miracle of knowing an incomprehensible truth, shouldn’t I at least do this much to be treated like a god by Ophelia, who is personally walking the difficult path?

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That’s what I thought. Seriously.

‘It was really a wonderful story…’

I recalled the last scene of the latest episode.

I stared blankly for a long time at the cut showing Ophelia’s back as she moved forward with the rabbit I made for her on her head, her eyes filled with determination.

I had to desperately hold back the tears that almost came out because my heart was aching. It wouldn’t look good for a god to be cheering her on while crying as she bravely moved forward.

Although Ophelia made a romantic decision, since it didn’t fundamentally solve anything, her path ahead wouldn’t be all rosy…

For minor problems, the 500,000 won rabbit would take care of everything without me needing to throw a thousand-won punch, so there’s no need to worry.

Considering it opened a portal like some kind of infernal hell and quickly washed the extra thieves in a washing machine, its potential was undoubtedly limitless.

Moreover, isn’t this rabbit not even on a time limit? I acknowledge this as a great deal.

‘…’

Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, I suddenly realized.

The empty feeling in my heart had somewhat disappeared.

Something that hadn’t been filled even while playing online games, becoming a ranker, and running a guild… Surprisingly, I never thought it would be filled just by reading a comic.

Thinking that way, I suddenly became curious.

‘What kind of person is the author?’

Even if I tried something like ‘view other works,’ no records came up.

The only work he serialized, the comic I was reading, had its views fixed at 1 even before Erin appeared, and it seemed like it wasn’t making any money on its own apart from my support.

Considering the short comics he sent me separately through an address, or the scene of Eirene bathing that he sent me a while ago… It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the author was really drawing comics just for me.

Well, I’m happy to be able to read the comics, but—

‘Even considering the support I’ve given so far, isn’t the amount of work the author does not enough for him to make a living?’

Is this why the author seriously thought about sustainable support?

Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more fascinating he was.

He responded well to 1:1 conversations, drew everything I asked for, and honestly, even though the support wasn’t overwhelmingly large, he thanked me several times every time I supported him.

Come to think of it, he was literally doing everything for me.

Suddenly, I remembered what the author kept emphasizing.

Drawing a character with a big chest and shamelessly saying, ‘It just so happens that a character that suits your taste has appeared.’

Saying that he was just observing the world, and that he couldn’t perfectly read the future achieved by ‘divine power,’ those kinds of things.

In one word, concept play. The author was an expert in WWE to a frightening degree.

The core of this kind of ‘concept play’ by the author was one thing.

―Acting as if the world he was creating truly existed.

While using new BM or words that might work in our world, he was desperate to maintain the concept that ‘this world truly exists.’

If I were a bit younger, I might have seriously thought, ‘Could it really be a real world?’

‘No way, right?’

No matter how much I got immersed in the manga, or seriously took on the role of ‘god’ that the author had sponsored-

The unchanging fact was that manga was not reality.

Still, well… it’s okay to spread the wings of imagination a bit.

If it were a light novel or web novel that I often read, it would be a cliché to get immersed in such a world and then get possessed.

What if I really got possessed in that world?

Could I actually meet Erin, who follows me immensely, or Eirene, who went on a date with me, or the holy knight friends who practice my teachings…?

Suddenly.

The chat I had with the author flashed through my mind like lightning.

[ Igogodon: LOL how could I get in there LOL ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: Why do you think so? ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: If there is divine power, nothing is impossible ]

‘……’

I really am.

What am I thinking at this age, but once the wings of imagination spread, they don’t stop.

Honestly, Erin was quite my type just by her appearance, so I wanted to see her at least once.

As for Eirene, after receiving the bath scene special- honestly, I’ve been quite indebted to her lately.

The same went for the holy knight. All three were characters with their own unique charms.

If I could actually see them, a little. Just a little… I thought it might be okay to get possessed.

You might call it pathetic, but don’t all otakus think like this? It’s not for nothing that possession stories are popular.

‘……Alright.’

With my mind cleared, I checked my smartphone.

Let’s see.

The episode upload notification hasn’t come up yet.

Although the manga was uploaded steadily every day, the upload time was not fixed at all.

If you really think about it, it was more accurate to say that the next episode would be uploaded within 24 hours after one episode went up.

‘How much should I sponsor next time…?’

Anyway.

To prevent the artist who draws a custom comic just for me from going out of business, it was right for me to keep supporting them.

At least while I enjoyed reading this comic, I honestly wanted to support the artist with money so they could continue to have the will to draw.

I enjoy reading the comic, and the artist, well, wouldn’t they buy some chicken with the money they received?

‘If it follows the usual pattern, the next episode will be uploaded around the evening.’

I’ve already showered, had dinner…

It would be good to tidy up the house until the comic is uploaded.

I got out of bed and started cleaning the house with a light heart.

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A few days after what happened to Ophelia.

As usual, Luca and Linnea were having breakfast when Ophelia’s confident voice came from behind them.

“Good morning, everyone!”

Luca smiled and said to her, who had greeted them lightly and took a seat.

“Lady Ophelia. I heard the news. They say the entire band of thieves who were arrested recently have been rehabilitated!”

As Luca said, Ophelia’s name had become the hottest topic in the religious community.

Not only had the band of thieves been rehabilitated, but it was also thanks to the straightforward facts of Lady Ophelia, the holy knight chosen by Lord Igogodon, that this could happen. This sincere and obedient attitude seemed to have moved the hearts of the religious people, including the Pope.

Who would a religious person hesitate to accept someone who said they became a better person thanks to the god they believe in?

“Well, what did I do? I just followed the teachings of the god. All of this is thanks to the cunning fox, Lord Igogodon.”

“Igogodon.”

“Yes, the straightforward facts. That’s exactly what I meant.”

Luca had already heard that Ophelia did not understand the ‘straightforward facts’ written in the Bible.

Some of the priests were displeased with her, and it was only natural that it would reach her ears.

He couldn’t bring himself to offer words of comfort, but he was very worried that the cheerful Ophelia seemed to be slowly breaking down…

“Igogodon.”

“Hmm? Does the rabbit want to eat too? Here. Ah-“

Ophelia handed the entire steak on her plate to the rabbit.

The rabbit swallowed it as if it were sucking in liquid.

―Crunch, crunch.

After chewing for a while, her round eyes sparkled brightly.

“Pya, Igogodon!!!”

Since the appearance of the rabbit, the messenger of God, her expression had noticeably brightened.

The complaints from the priests had also significantly decreased since the rehabilitation of the bandit group.

At first, she was a bit taken aback by the surreal sight of a ‘meat-eating rabbit,’ even though it was cute…

But well, since it was a messenger of God, it obviously wasn’t an ordinary rabbit, right? Even its cry was unique.

This too must be a plain fact of Lord Igogodon.

“Hello, Mr. Rabbit! Good morning.”

“Igogodon.”

Luca carefully petted the rabbit bouncing on Ophelia’s head a few times, then cautiously glanced at Linnea.

After exchanging greetings, Linnea was focused on her meal.

It would be nice to strike up a conversation… but seeing that she didn’t react much to the rabbit, it seemed she didn’t particularly like animals, making it awkward to find a topic.

‘I want to get closer to Lady Linnea soon.’

For the three of them to truly become a plate of holy knights, mutual trust was indispensable, and getting closer to her was in itself following God’s will.

While thinking such thoughts, the voice of the saintess was heard from afar.

“Thank goodness… all three of you are gathered here.”

“Hello, Saintess.”

“Greetings, Saintess.”

“No need for formalities. More importantly, you can skip all today’s schedule.”

“Is something the matter?”

Erin, after closing her eyes and offering a light prayer—

With a tone more serious than ever, and with strength in her blue eyes, she spoke.

“His Majesty the Emperor has granted permission. We will be constructing a temple to enshrine Lord Igogodon, utilizing the existing ruins.”