After leaving a sponsor comment.
I naturally thought they would write a comment like, 'No way! You donated 10,000 won! Oh my god! How incredibly generous, Iggokden-nim! I'll immediately resolve Erin's trial!'
But―
No matter how long I waited, no reply comment came.
'What?'
Just moments ago we were communicating through comments, so I thought they would thank me right away.
5 minutes, 10 minutes. Several minutes passed, but no comment was immediately posted.
Something felt off, and a strange sense of unease crept up my spine―
But when I thought about it, isn't it weirder to constantly check comments and immediately reply?
I'd just gotten used to them always responding quickly.
'They're probably doing something else.'
Though I had spent money, I had no intention of being a demanding jerk and asking 'Why aren't you replying immediately,' so I was about to get up and prepare for bed.
...Then.
Buzz!
'Huh?'
Perfectly timed, it seemed a reply had come. I checked the page again.
[ GiveMeMoneyPlease (Author) : sjdw.wo.to << This is a 1:1 chat room. Please enter here. ]
"???"
Though it seemed sudden, I clicked the link without much suspicion.
Just as he said, this was a chat room. A space where only 1:1 chatting occurs.
Strangely, my nickname was set as 'Iggokden'. Did the author create this chat room?
I thought that if the site didn't support 1:1 chat functionality, one could be created if necessary... though normally nobody wants to chat with other readers while reading a webtoon.
[ Iggokden : Why'd you call? ]
[ MoneyPlease : I'm sorry. I've received an unimaginable amount... I needed to prepare various things ]
[ MoneyPlease : First, I want to express my gratitude for generously supporting me with an unbelievable sum of 100,000 won ]
[ MoneyPlease : Thank you so much, Iggokden-nim. Our entire team will engrave the fact that Iggokden-nim donated 100,000 won deep in our hearts. I promise that the 100,000 won in support will absolutely not be wasted. ]
The author continued to send me repeated thank-you messages.
Well... considering the support amount, 100,000 won was definitely quite a large sum.
In streaming, if someone drops 100,000 won, they'd be called the king and receive lengthy expressions of gratitude.
But isn't this a bit excessive?
100,000 won doesn't seem like an amount that would cause this much commotion.
[ Iggokden : lol, If you're grateful, do a proper reality check ]
[ MoneyPlease : Don't worry. As long as the power of 100,000 won exists, the world will change from its roots. It's about Iggokden-nim's existence fundamentally transforming this world. I want to emphasize that being able to share that moment is an incredible honor for me. ]
His tone was so dramatic, it was almost like a TRPG game master completely immersed in the role.
[ Iggokden : Then good luck~~~~ Let me know when the next chapter is up ]
[ MoneyPlease : Please wait a moment. ]
[ Iggokden : ? ]
[ MoneyPlease : Since you've donated 100,000 won, I must convey your words. ]
[ MoneyPlease : Please leave a message that you, as a god, want to convey to everyone, and a separate message for Erin. ]
[ MoneyPlease : I will definitely convey anything. Please leave a message. ]
Huh?
He wants me to leave a message?
Is he talking about some kind of donation reward?
Well, if it means inserting my line in the comic and pocketing 100,000 won, it's definitely a profitable business.
[ Iggokden : Anything goes? ]
[ MoneyPlease : Of course. Even one line is fine. As the words of a god, even one line is enough to gain life force. ]
Looking at him constantly flattering me, I found myself in an unexpectedly good mood and naturally started considering what to say.
Let's see... conveying a message as a god means speaking to those annoying kids, right?
This was simple. The real challenge was the message for Erin.
Although it was just a setting in the story... I might as well add a "Go Erin!" for encouragement.
I was genuinely watching and rooting for her journey in the comic, after all.
...No, this is too boring. I've spent 10,000 won, might as well go completely nonsensical. After all, I'm the only reader anyway.
In fact, this chapter's views were stuck at just 00,001. The author was continuing this comic that everyone had lost interest in, now read only by me.
[ Iggokden : Really anything goes?? ]
[ MoneyPlease : That's correct. ]
Then...
This isn't too crazy, right...?
I first wrote the message to be delivered to everyone as a god.
[ Iggokden : A plain fact from the god. 'The god's name is Iggokden.' That's how you utter it. ]
This should shut up those people arguing about names.
The important part was something else.
I took a deep breath and slowly typed.
[ Iggokden : And to Erin ]
[ Iggokden : Tell her "Erin boobs are the best" ]
After saying that, I let out a hollow laugh.
At my age, enjoying something like this.
But what was floating in my mind was those enormous breasts that couldn't be hidden even after bathing.
Honestly, if I'm this invested in Erin, it's precisely because she's my type – a cute young girl with big breasts. This is much more important than it seems.
I was even thinking it would be nice if they drew a service scene. If I'm talking about boobs after paying money, they'll probably draw more, right?
[ MoneyPlease : By "boobs", you mean the divine power pouch... you're referring to breasts, correct? ]
[ Iggokden : Yeah ]
[ Iggokden : If it's not possible, just do something else ]
[ MoneyPlease : No. How could it be impossible, Iggokden-nim. If you consider it important, the world will simply accept it as fact. ]
Yeah. If you understand, please draw a service scene.
My principle: forced boob scenes are better than implausible, boring scenes.
[ MoneyPlease : I will definitely convey your message to everyone ]
[ MoneyPlease : I would like to express my gratitude one more time. Thank you for the 100,000 won support ]
[ MoneyPlease : See you in the next chapter ]
After ending the chat, I continued laughing meaninglessly for a while.
Erin boobs are the best... I wonder how the author will incorporate this ridiculous line.
At that time, I didn't think much about the message being delivered as a god.
What kept circling in my mind was Erin's upper chest revealed in the bathing scene.
'...'
I was trying to hold back today.
With such pointless thoughts, I searched for the keyword "large breasts" on the site where the images were uploaded.
• • •
Please.
Save everyone deceived by this false god―
Erin was praying with her eyes closed, but as a young woman, she had no way to overpower two adult guards.
"When would be a good date for the trial, Lady Lumina?"
"The sooner, the better. The god would also want to open the eyes of this poor lamb as quickly as possible."
"Come here!"
The two women's conversation was gradually growing distant.
I'm being dragged to prison like this?
I'm... going to be locked in an underground prison?
'Iggokden-nim...!'
But Erin did not resent the god even in this situation.
If this was the god's trial, she would accept it.
No, perhaps her prayers were insufficient.
She would continue to pray throughout her imprisonment.
She would no longer doubt the god's existence.
God exists. And she calls the god 'Iggokden'. This was an absolute, unchanging truth.
So certainly, this time too, he would listen. He would hear her prayer.
'Iggokden-nim. I, Erin, chosen by you, dare to ask. Please hear my prayer. For me, for me―'
Please grant me a miracle to overcome this trial―
"...Huh?"
It happened in an instant.
A flash of light.
What covered her eyes was light.
"Wh, Whoa!"
"What! What's happening?!"
The light blocked everyone's vision.
No, it wasn't just blocking vision. This light―
This light swallowed the world. A light that devours the world.
"Th, this is...!!!!"
Yet Erin was not consumed by the light.
Clearly in her vision was one woman. Lumina.
The woman who had said she was closest to being a saint, who claimed the god's name was Opeleichel.
"Yo, you... what are you doing?!"
"!!"
Lumina could see this side as well.
This was definitely in front of the cathedral of the capital Opeleichel, and there were many people here just moments ago―
But the space was now filled only with pure white light, with just two women: Erin and Lumina.
"Kyyyak!"
At that moment.
Lumina, who was unsteady, suddenly had a book burst out from her body.
―It was a Bible. The book she always carried as a saint candidate.
Containing the words of God and the journey from the beginning, it was the holiest book in the world.
The Bible rose high into the sky as if it had gained life, then began fluttering with pages constantly colliding―
And a voice began to reach both Lumina and Erin.
A voice so sacred that one could naturally feel religious reverence just by hearing it, impossible to determine its gender―
―In the ancient times when light and darkness existed, there was a god.
The god created a place to stand. This was named 'land'.
After that, the god created a place to extend arms. This was named 'sky'.
"This is...!"
The first passage of the Bible.
The monumental sentence that begins the epic of the great goddess who creates land and sky, creates people, and receives the name Opeleichel.
Lumina had read this passage countless times. To hear the voice of the monotheistic Opeleichel. She had read it exhaustively to become a saint.
An emotion naturally felt before comprehending the situation― sacredness. Lumina revered it because she had been taught she must.
But Erin's emotion was slightly different.
Somehow, she 'knew'.
These recited contents would soon become a meaningless string of sentences.
"Huh...??"
Lumina couldn't help but gasp, looking up at the Bible.
The Bible was moving as if it had gained life.
No, that's not it. Its appearance was more like begging someone.
Like a lower being pleading to a higher one.
Like something flowing trying to resist.
―As if saying, 'Save me.'
Erin's gaze reached deeper than Lumina's.
This is... the moment of creation. The moment this world fundamentally transforms and is reborn.
Destruction for creation. Creation emerging from destruction. Something completely beyond human capability― the 'realm of god'.
She instinctively knew this was the moment to save 'all those deceived by a false god'.
And―
A pillar of light pierces through the Bible.
'!!!!'
Both women instinctively understand.
This is a glimpse of divine killing.
What they're seeing is the epilogue of an old, outdated system.
The true god's judgment on the era when false gods wielded power.
The Bible stopped moving, beginning to completely expel the truth it had been holding.
The sentences of the biblical passage began disappearing.
Its appearance was truly bizarre. How many could easily imagine a scene where sentences beg for life and then wither?
But god shows no mercy. What was 'truth' lost its authority and immediately lost its weight.
The passages about god's birth, the world's subsequent changes, all the sentences everyone had used to coat their tongues with divine authority―
Disappeared.
The sentences scattered into dust without a trace.
As if they should never have existed... No.
As if they had never existed at all.
And on the now-blank page, instead, god's words are carved.
Not the false Bible, but the true words bloom where the erased text once was.
The first passage announcing the dawn of a new era―the messenger of god―
――A plain fact. The god's name is Iggokden.
The world was being rewritten.