The World I Was Supporting Was Real - Chapter 55



55. Suddenly?

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A few days after the miracle of endlessly sprouting chicken ended.

Erin, with a blissful look on her face, let out a small sigh while soaking in the hot springs at the outskirts—a place of miracles only those touched by God’s love could perceive.

Though the cathedral also had baths, coming all the way here to bathe held a profound meaning for her.

This place itself was a result of her—for the first time ever to the one and only God, Igwogeodon—whining, “I want to bathe.”

‘Feels so good…’

Her snow-white skin shimmered in the moonlight.

Within the rippling water, two overwhelming masses of divine power—a sight to inspire awe—pulsated.

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When she spent time here, Erin felt a powerful connection to God, as if they were linked from the deepest depths.

And so, Erin’s face was flushed as if she were a girl in love—simply bathing created a scene as beautiful as a painting.

‘Igwogeodon-nim…’

In the beginning.

When chickens suddenly began to pile up daily, seemingly with the momentum of infinite sprouting, she too couldn’t help but be flustered.

Erin knew it. The miracles of God were finite.

While bestowing miracles, God ‘spent’ their power. They cared for us by exhausting themselves.

That’s why, seeing miracles continuously happening, she couldn’t just thank God with a peaceful heart like everyone else.

It was already a blessing just knowing she had such thoughts… but she never imagined they would impart a recipe that would advance this world’s food culture by a step.

‘The grace I received from Lord Igwogwodun, how on earth am I supposed to repay it…?’

Erin closed her eyes and reminisced about the past.

Back when the world was still turbid. In the era when false gods obscured the true God and impersonated divinity.

The people of the continent were groaning in pain, crushed by epidemics, high tax rates, and a royal family wielding fear as a political tool.

The fact that a band of thieves had risen in her village was also because politics were in disarray.

Days, days that felt like being in the middle of a fiery hell…

And, the one who lifted her out of such a situation was.

The one who gave her food, drink, and clothes, and made her reborn as a saintess was…

That person didn’t just cherish her alone.

They illuminated the path for three holy knights, reformed many including the emperor, and were continuously bringing about many changes in the world through miracles.

If it wasn’t for Lord Igwogwodun, who else could possibly do such things?

‘…….’

Erin raised a hand and pressed down on her chest.

She had to. Her heart was pounding like it would burst.

‘Lord Eguoguedon…’

The Saintess’s heart was truly a tangled mess.

She could accept everything as a Saintess – that the gods cherished all, that the gods claimed all as their own.

Then what, exactly, was this feeling?

Suddenly, the happy face of Emperor Eirene flashed in her mind.

A smile brimming with the utmost bliss, the kind only those in love could wear.

She, too, was a being loved by the gods. The fact she could perceive this hot spring was the greatest proof of that.

And… Eirene was the only one who had ever faced the gods’ visage.

Erin thought.

Like on the day this hot spring was created, perhaps it was okay to indulge in a little childishness, just for today…

Not as the Saintess, but as a woman, she kept whispering this to herself.

*Splash—*

Erin slowly emerged from the bath, kneeling and clasping her hands tightly in prayer.

‘Oh, Igguggudon-nim. Thank you so much for always watching over us, for showing us favor, for sharing your plain facts. Your will is my will, and anyone who interferes with or refuses it, whoever they may be, will be my enemy.’

‘But, just for today… I want to ask you something cautiously.’

Just for one day.

Just one day would be alright, so please-

‘Just for one day, please, love only me…’

A hidden, true feeling, deep in her heart, blurted out.

And towards the great, one and only god, Igguggudon-nim, no less.

‘Like the day I received the truth of God into this body as a saint… fill me with Igguggudon-nim. I exist only for that. The words you spoke, that I must not forget that I am a woman… I still hold them precious within my heart.’

‘Whenever it may be… please come to me.’

…God’s face.

I want to see it.

I want to know what Igguggudon-nim looks like…

The order doesn’t matter. If I can just meet you. If I can just face God…

What drew out the ‘woman’ within the saint, was a truly human reason, it couldn’t be denied.

‘I’ll be waiting anytime, Mr. Iggugodun. Please, even for just a fleeting moment, come and find me. In that moment when I meet the Divine, I—’

I’ll give you everything within me.

So, please, Divine One, do not refuse.

Fill me… with ‘unadulterated facts,’ fill me to overflowing…

Erin’s face, as she offered this prayer, was more earnest than ever before.

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“…….”

*Gulp.*

Without realizing it, I swallowed hard, scrolling the wheel up and down, up and down.

Wait… just because I paid for chicken they gave me an entire chapter as a service scene?

What’s truly ridiculous is that, they must’ve really put in the effort because each frame wasn’t webtoon level, it was illustration level.

You know, the coloring, the composition, the care that went into each image.

The entire scene of Erin, in her nun’s habit, going to a hot spring, then slowly taking off her habit piece by piece, bathing, and praying to me was like some expert’s delicate brushstrokes were involved, an excessive amount of devotion was poured into it.

Especially the chest rendering and coloring… it was like some bizarre, life-or-death artisan dedication to it… I gulped again without realizing it.

The only thing that was a little disappointing was the fact that there was a little too much steam?

Of course, if there hadn’t been steam, it would have just become a commercialized mess, which would have been a problem in its own right.

So, is it right to just brush off the story progression and fill it with service scenes instead-

‘…….’

……I think it is?

It’s crude, but I stood up.

[LeeGweoGeoDeon: ㅗㅜㅑ…]

[LeeGweoGeoDeon: This is kinda hitting the spot]

Naturally, I expected the author to play it cool here, saying something like, ‘It’s a relief that Erin’s appearance suits LeeGweoGeoDeon-nim’s tastes.’

But- I heard a completely unexpected reply.

[MoneyPlz: I’m sorry]

[MoneyPlz: Erin… uh… she… took a bath today so…]

?

[LeeGweoGeoDeon: Why are you sorry lol]

[LeeGweoGeoDeon: Nah, you did great, I love it, the observation was insane fr]

[MoneyPlz: Is that so…? Then I’m glad though…]

???

‘What the…?’

Is this a new concept?

My brain almost short-circuited there, but anyway—

‘If Erin’s looking for me this hard, shouldn’t I at least go see her for a day?’

But I can’t actually *go* into the comic.

Thinking that, I carefully put forward a suggestion to the writer.

[Egowogodon : Hey, writer]

[Egowogodon : From a god’s perspective, it’s truly unfortunate that Erin is searching for me so desperately, yet I can’t just cross over myself.]

[GiveMeMoney : I can only apologize for that… It’s because my abilities are still lacking]

[GiveMeMoney : Egowogodon’s wish is something that absolutely must come true]

[Egowogodon : Nah, nah, it’s fine]

[Egowogodon : But, maybe we can still do what we did last time?]

[GiveMeMoney : What we did last time, you mean?]

[Egowogodon : You remember, right?]

[ e_gweogweodeon : Eirene’s steam you erased ]

That’s right.

If I can’t go to Erin, I can make Erin come to me.

That is – if she just whips up one more lewd pic, I can just assume we met up and did all sorts of things in my fantasy!

Even for me, getting this immersed was seriously intense, but no matter how immersed I got, I could never break the wall between me and the writer chatting with me, right?

Anyway, writer-nim.

Draw Erin nudes for me!

[ e_gweogweodeon : Could you observe Erin and send it like last time? ]

[ e_gweogweodeon : If you need some divine power, I’m willing to provide it too ]

The s*x scene was an NG, but a nude pic where the body was revealed was fine, since it was drawn for Eirene before. I thought it’d be okay –

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney : That’s ]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney : That… I’m sorry ]

[ e_gweogweodeon : You can’t?? ]

The answer that came was, yet again, completely beyond what I expected.

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney : That’s… ]

[givememoney : I’m terribly sorry, but I’m a little embarrassed… I don’t think I can observe it in detail]

[givememoney : I’m sorry]

‘?????’

What… what the hell?

Embarrassed, so you can’t??

Suddenly???

Now, out of the blue?????

No, well, if it’s difficult, I wasn’t going to force you, but… Eirene was fine, right? She drew them just fine?

Even her body was overtly s*xier, Eirene had the edge over Erin.

She drew that much more suggestive body just fine.

The thought that they were talking like a completely different person flashed through my mind.

We will absolutely never forget this immense amount of ‘good deed’!

‘Ah…!’

That’s right.

Come to think of it, the first time I donated ten thousand won.

The author had definitely used the expression “we.”

Back then, I just brushed it off, didn’t think much of it –

‘Is the person chatting right now different from the one who drew for me last time?

Come to think of it, this insane amount of work and speed…

It’s almost impossible to imagine it’s just one person drawing.

Just today’s service episode alone, the quality is something that would take days to crank out, wouldn’t it?

I don’t really know how webtoons work, to be honest, I don’t know the system well, but- they seem to have assistants, and anyway, I heard that not many pros do everything solo.

So, it’s pretty plausible that multiple people use the author’s account.

Maybe around two? It’s not very realistic that dozens of penniless amateurs would be involved.

If the tone is subtly different, maybe the person I’m talking to right now is the assistant, not the main author I usually chat with?

[Igwogwo-done: ㅇㅇ got it]

[Igwogwo-done: Don’t feel too bad ㅋㅋ]

[GiveMeMoney: I am truly sorry]

[GiveMeMoney: I shall overcome my shameful feelings as soon as possible, so that I can sufficiently observe the world to Igwogwo-done’s liking]

[Igwogwo-done: ok ok]

Alright, seems like I went and did something I shouldn’t have, huh.

But then again, timing it just right to ask, “Hey, are you the same artist who drew Eirene before?” would be like smashing the role-playing scenario we’ve painstakingly built.

‘Guess I’ll have to hold off on requesting nudes for a while, regrettably.’

It wasn’t like I was only reading manga for the raunchy stuff anymore.

And, honestly – the steam didn’t absolutely *need* to be removed.

There’s an aesthetic to be found in that barely-there, almost-hidden place.

Taking that into account, Erin’s current state…

‘…’

Today, there was no need to waste time searching tags on art websites; I could have an incredibly dense and fulfilling time.

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―To refuse a divine command, are you out of your mind? If it wasn’t for Iguguodon’s mercy, an irreversible event would have occurred.

“But…”

Thump, thump.

It brought its hand to its chest.

Beyond the soft touch, it felt the sound of something beating.

The sound of a heart pounding fiercely, a symbol of life.

‘Why… why am I having these thoughts…?’

This isn’t right.

For the sake of the world, for the sake of continuing to taste the power of God, His will *must* be done, no matter what, so why…

Lady Erin, like Lady Eirene, was in a relationship of mutual love with God. This level of observation should be perfectly normal.

Why is my heart pounding like this?

It’s just a human, not even wearing clothes, something I’ve observed countless times.

Why is it so hard to observe this and show it to Him?

Is this perhaps what they call “shame”?

Or maybe…

—The fact that you’ve become this way, that too must be God’s will.

“God’s will…?”

—Lord Yggogwedon’s will is God’s will. The result of God’s decision is inevitable.

It is impossible for us to perfectly understand God’s will.

—However, one thing must not be forgotten – God’s will must be done, no matter what.

That was the only way for sustainable patronage.

“…….”

It spent quite some time seated there, motionless.

To sit still in one place, lost in thought, was also a privilege of living things.

Emotion. Mood. Thought. Action…

Little by little, it was internalizing the patterns of activity of ‘beings with life.’