The World Tree Church festival ended incredibly successfully. According to Linea, ten times more Elves showed up than expected. She said it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that every Elf in this world had gathered.
“God, you did really well!”
Even Linea showed a different side during the official event. I thought she was super lively and mischievous, but during the festival, she acted a bit more dignified. Of course, that didn’t last long. I thoroughly enjoyed watching the female Elves at the altar change into casual clothes.
They changed my clothes without me lifting a finger. Of course, I was embarrassed at first, but since it was the second time, I got used to it. Plus, back in my original world, Haru and Maru used to change my clothes too, so I didn’t feel too awkward about others doing it.
“But is it over now, Linea?”
I asked, curious. After all, I, the so-called God, had descended, and it felt like things ended a bit anticlimactically. Of course, there were probably other schedules, but that’s how it felt to me. Linea looked at me and said:
“Originally, the festival was planned to have four parts…! But I was worried you might not like it…”
To summarize, Linea said she wanted to show me more but held back because she thought I might get too tired. I didn’t respond much because if I said I wanted to go out more, she’d probably roll me around mercilessly. Who knows if my mind will change later, but for now, I just wanted to laze around.
“You did well. If it went on any longer, I’d have been completely worn out.”
I praised Linea for ending the festival at the right time. She smiled brightly, clearly in a good mood. Before I knew it, the female Elves who were changing my clothes left the room, leaving just Linea and me.
This room looked even better than the royal chambers you’d see on TV. It sparkled so much it felt like they’d moved a king’s bedroom here. There were shining jewels embedded everywhere, making it clear just how much money the Church was making.
As I sat quietly on the bed, Linea glanced at me. I noticed and said:
“If you have something to say, go ahead, Linea.”
“Well… it’s related to the Church, but I need your permission…”
Linea hesitantly handed me some documents. The content was simple: they wanted to make various goods featuring my likeness. For the Church, it was a way to spread my image among the Elves and, of course, make some money. I figured even if I refused, they’d probably make them anyway, so I readily agreed.
“Do whatever you want!”
Feeling tired from the day’s events, I dragged myself to bed. This young body still needed a lot of sleep. Seeing this, Linea quietly got up and left the room.
“Good night, God!”
“Good night, Linea!”
I wished Linea a good night and drifted off to sleep, completely unaware of how fast the World Tree Church could act.
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“Huh…?”
The next morning, after eating a luxurious meal, I returned to my room, only to be greeted by the goods they’d made in less than a day. At this speed, they probably started making prototypes before I even gave permission.
“Isn’t this too fast?”
“Think of it as the devotion of your followers, God. Over 700-year-old craftsmen gathered like clouds to create these masterpieces!”
Linea explained each item one by one.
“Here’s the prototype statue. It’s carved from wood grown in the best location. It’s modeled after you, God, with various poses!”
Of course, making it life-sized would’ve been too difficult, so the statues were very small—about the size of a palm. But the craftsmanship was so refined and precise that even compared to modern standards, they were unmatched. Curious, I asked Linea:
“How did they make these so well?”
“With magic and spirits, nothing is impossible, God.”
The technology here is quite advanced, but with magic and spirits, they can achieve things modern technology can’t.
He said he made it. As a bonus, I got a monstrous reply that he could make tens of thousands of them a day if he wanted to.
I marveled at the production capacity of this world while picking up the statue and examining it from all angles. It felt more like a figure than a statue.
“It’s not just a representation of the World Tree, but the actual appearance of God that the elves of the world are seeing for the first time, so we made it with great care.”
Somehow, I felt like Linea would be good at business. Listening to her, I felt almost hypnotized into buying something. Of course, I had no reason to buy this statue. It was embarrassing because it was modeled after me. I once wondered what celebrities thought when they saw goods modeled after themselves. But now that I was in that situation, I felt a bit embarrassed.
It was because they were worshiping me as a god. But don’t they usually make statues in just one pose for comfort? I held the statue with various poses and asked Linea, “Why are there so many different poses?”
To my question, Linea replied as if it were obvious, “To stimulate the desire to collect! If it’s just one pose, it’s a bit boring. And with our technology, it would be a waste to make just one pose.”
“Really? But are there elves who buy this? I wouldn’t buy it if I were them…”
Even in modern society, the number of people who buy such figures is extremely small. Of course, hobbies should be respected, so I had nothing to say, but just buying such a figure would probably put you in the top 1%. Most people don’t even know these figures exist, let alone buy them.
“They’ll sell out as soon as they’re released, God. I’ve already reserved one at the store for each pose.”
“Linea, are you buying this too?”
I examined the statue in a victory pose and wondered why it was in such a pose.
“Of course, as the priestess of the World Tree! I’m sure there isn’t a single elf who wouldn’t buy it!”
“Is the price expensive or cheap?”
Not knowing the value of this world’s currency, I hesitantly asked Linea. Until now, I had been using Linea’s connections at the store, so I didn’t know much about the local goods.
“We’ve set a very reasonable price! God, are you short on money? Just say the word, and I’ll open the temple’s vault to fill your pockets! The elf devotees donate a portion of their income every year, so our temple’s vault is always full!”
Am I rich here too? I was terrified by my own wealth. According to Linea, the temple’s vault was essentially my wallet. I could take out as much as I wanted. I didn’t know how much money was stored, but she assured me I didn’t need to worry. It was like a national pension, with elves voluntarily donating their income, so the vault was always full.
“I don’t need it right now…”
I put down the statue and told Linea. The reason they worked so hard to earn money was to fill my wallet. It felt like I was freeloading, which made me uneasy. When I was a man, I was just a broke unemployed guy, but after my body changed, I became a wealthy person envied by others. Who would have thought this would happen in life?
“And here’s a bromide made from a photo of God…”
I had no choice but to listen to Linea explain the goods featuring my image. Since they were goods with my face on them, I had to inspect each one carefully. If the quality was poor or something was off, it would be a disservice to the elves buying them.
It was only proper that I, whose face was on the goods, put in the effort to inspect them! Of course, seeing me like this, Linea smiled brightly and explained in more detail.
