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After leaving a sponsorship comment.

I naturally expected there to be a comment like, “Oh my! You donated 100,000 won! Wow! How generous of you, God Igguoqueden! I will promptly solve Erin’s trial!”

But—

No matter how long I waited, there were no replies.

‘What’s going on?’

Just a moment ago, we were communicating through comments, so I thought I would get a thank you right away?

Five minutes, ten minutes. Even after several minutes, there was no immediate reply.

What was happening, something uncomfortable was creeping up my spine, but—

If I really thought about it, isn’t it stranger that someone would immediately check the comments and reply with military precision?

I just got used to them replying quickly every time.

‘Maybe they’re doing something else.’

Although I had spent the money, I didn’t intend to act like a tyrant and think, “Why aren’t you responding immediately?” So, I slowly began to tidy up and thought about going to sleep instead.

…At that moment.

Buzz!

‘Huh?’

Just at that perfect timing, a reply seemed to come in, and I checked the page again due to the vibration.

[ Please donate some money (writer): sjdw.wo.to << This is a 1:1 chat room. Please come in here. ] "???" I wondered what the heck was going on, but clicked the link without any suspicion. Just as he said, it was a chat room. A space where only 1:1 chatting occurred. Interestingly, my nickname was set as 'Igguoqueden.' Did the writer create this chat room? I thought it was possible since the site doesn’t support a 1:1 chat function, but… usually, I didn’t think anyone would want to chat with other readers on a site where they consume comics. [Igguoqueden: Why did you call me? ] [Please donate some money: I’m sorry. I never expected to receive such a staggering amount… I had to prepare various things.] [Please donate some money: First of all, I want to express my gratitude for your generous donation of 100,000 won.] [Please donate some money: Thank you so much, God Igguoqueden. All of us here will engrave in our hearts the fact that you donated 100,000 won. I promise that the 100,000 won donation you sent will not be wasted.] The writer continued to send me thanks repeatedly for some time. Well… sure, when you think in terms of sponsorship, 100,000 won was certainly quite a sum. In streaming, if someone donates around 100,000 won, they would typically express their gratitude just as profusely. But isn’t this a bit excessive? I don’t think 100,000 won warrants such a commotion. [Igguoqueden: LOL, if you’re grateful, then make sure to properly educate me!] [Please donate some money: Don’t worry about it. With the power of 100,000 won, the world will change from the roots. Your existence will completely overturn this world. I just want to let you know it’s a great honor for me to be able to share that moment with you.] Based on his tone, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say he resembled a GM immersed in TRPG. [Igguoqueden: Then, OK~~~~ Let me know when the next chapter is up.] [Please donate some money: Please wait a moment.] [Igguoqueden: ?] [Please donate some money: Since you donated 100,000 won, I must convey your message.] [Please donate some money: Please leave one line to convey to everyone, and a one line message specifically for Erin.] [Please donate some money: I will definitely convey whatever you leave.] Huh? Leave a message? Are they talking about some sponsorship reward type thing? Well, if they’re going to put a line I said into the comic and pocket 100,000 won, that would indeed be a profitable venture. [Igguoqueden: Is anything okay?] [Please donate some money: Of course, anything is fine. Just leaving one line is also okay. Your words are those of a god, so even a single line will be enough to gain life.] Watching him flatter me like that put me in a pretty good mood, and I naturally began to think about what to say. Let’s see… conveying to everyone as a god would mean addressing those annoying kids? That part was simple enough. The issue was the message for Erin. Although it’s supposed to be conveyed to 'Erin' in terms of the setting… since I’m getting invested, should I just say “You can do it, Erin!” or something? I really was watching over her journey in the comic and cheering her on. …No, that’s too boring. Since I spent 100,000 won, isn’t it fine to go a little overboard? After all, I’m the only reader, right? As of this chapter, the view count was only about 10,000. The writer was receiving sponsorships for a comic that everyone had lost interest in and was now drawing alone. [Igguoqueden: Really, anything okay??] [Please donate some money: Yes.] Then, well… This much shouldn’t be too absurd…? I first wrote out the message to convey as a god. [Igguoqueden: First, the godly message. "A straightforward fact. The name of the god is Igguoqueden." Please convey that.] This should quiet down those kids talking about names. But that wasn’t the important part. I took a deep breath and slowly typed away. [Igguoqueden: And for Erin…] [Igguoqueden: Tell her ‘Erin is number one!’] After saying that, I let out a hollow laugh. Seriously, at my age, I’m finding this funny. But what kept popping into my mind was Erin’s presence which couldn’t possibly be hidden even after a bath. The fact that I had gotten so sincere about her was undoubtedly due to her being a cute girl with a big chest, which made it an even more significant issue. Honestly, I had thoughts about wishing there would be some service scene. If I pay for it and mention breasts, wouldn’t they draw more? [Please donate some money: If we’re talking about ‘number one,’ you're referring to the Holy Power Pouch you mentioned before, right? You mean breasts, right?] [Igguoqueden: Yep.] [Igguoqueden: If it’s not possible, then do something else.] [Please donate some money: No, it’s impossible. There’s no way it wouldn’t work, God Igguoqueden. If you regard it as important, the world will simply accept that fact.] Yeah. If you know about it, then please ask for a service scene. Forced scenes are better than boring ones without logic - that’s my code. [Please donate some money: I will ensure that your words, God Igguoqueden, are conveyed to everyone.] [Please donate some money: Lastly, I will express my gratitude once more. Thank you for your generous donation of 100,000 won.] [Please donate some money: Well then, see you in the next chapter.] After ending the chat, I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling for quite a while. “Erin is number one!” …I wonder how the writer will utilize this phrase. At that moment, I didn’t think much about the message to convey as a god. What lingered in my mind instead was Erin’s upper chest revealed in the bathing scene. '…' I was going to try and hold back today. While having such silly thoughts, I searched for the keyword "big breasts" on the site where the drawings were posted. * * * Please. Save all those deceived by the false god— With her eyes closed, Erin was praying, but as a young woman, there was no way she could overpower two sturdy men. "When would be a good date for the trial, Lady Lumina?" "I believe a sooner date would be better. The god would want to open the poor sheep's eyes as soon as possible." "Come here!" The images of the two women discussing were slowly fading away. Am I… going to be dragged to a dungeon? ‘God Igguoqueden…!’ However, Erin did not blame the god in this situation. If this is the god’s trial, then she would accept it. Or maybe, it was her prayers that were insufficient. She would continue to pray over and over while locked in the dungeon. She no longer doubted the existence of the god. The god exists. And, the god is called ‘Igguoqueden.’ That was an unchanging absolute truth. So, surely, this time too, it’s going to be okay. They will listen to her prayers. ‘God Igguoqueden. I, Erin, who has been chosen by you, daringly wish. Please listen to my prayers. To me, to me—’ Please grant me a miracle to overcome this trial―― "……Huh?" It happened in an instant. A flash. What blinded her was a flash. "Whoa, whoa, waaaah!" "What’s happening?! What’s going on?!" With the flash shining in everyone's eyes, their vision was blocked. No, it wasn't just a mere flash in everyone's eyes. This light... This light was――swallowing the world. It was the light that devoured the world.

“This… this is……!!!!”

Still, Erin was not swallowed by the light.

In her view, one woman appeared clearly. Lumina.

The one said to be the closest to a saint, the one who claimed the name of the god was Opelaishel.

“What… what have you done?!?”

“!!”

It seemed Lumina could see in this direction as well.

It was clear they were right in front of the great cathedral of Opelaishel in the capital, and there were many people around…

But now, it was just Erin and Lumina in this entirely white space.

“Ahhhh!”

At that moment.

Lumina struggled to maintain her balance, then suddenly a book popped out from her body.

―That was the Bible. The one she, the saint candidate, always carried with her.

The sacred book where the words of the god and the journey since the beginning are written, the most holy book in the world.

The Bible soared high into the sky as if it had gained life… and then, it spread open by itself, making a flurry of sounds as the pages clashed against each other.

And then.

A voice began to be heard by both Lumina and Erin— a voice so holy that it could not even specifically identify a gender, awakening genuine faith just by hearing it.

―In the ancient times when light and darkness coexisted, there was a god.

The god created a place to step upon. He named it ‘the Earth.’

Then, the god created a place to reach out. He named it ‘the Sky.’

“This is……!”

The first verse of the Bible.

The monumental sentences marking the beginning of the great narrative of the goddess who created the earth and the sky, created humans, and bestowed upon the creatures the name Opelaishel.

Lumina read it over and over again. To hear the voice of the one true god. To become a saint, she had read it tirelessly!

Before she could fully comprehend the situation, she felt an emotion that arose naturally— a sense of the sacred. Even amidst the series of unknown events, Lumina revered. She had been taught to revere.

However, Erin felt a somewhat different emotion than Lumina.

For some reason, she ‘knew.’ The content being recited would soon change into a mere series of meaningless sentences.

“Oh…??”

Lumina could not contain her astonishment and looked up at the Bible.

The Bible was… flapping as if it had gained life.

No, that wasn’t it. It was as if it was pleading with someone.

The lowly appealing to the high.

The flowing appealing to the resisting.

――It was asking for its life?

Erin’s gaze reached deeper than Lumina’s.

This is…… the moment of creation. A time when this world undergoes fundamental transformation and is renewed.

Destruction for creation. Creation blossoming from destruction. The zone of ‘a god’ which humans cannot do anything about.

She instinctively understood it was a moment to save all who had been misled by the false god.

And—

A pillar of light pierced the Bible.

‘!!!!’

The two women sensed it.

This was a momentary glimpse of the threads of divine killing.

What we were witnessing was the end of the old regime.

The true god’s judgment on an era when the false god had wielded power.

The Bible, having ceased its movement, began to quietly spit out every truth it had held.

In the beginning, there was a god who existed alongside light and darkness.

The god created a place to step upon. He named it ‘the Earth.’

Then, the god created a place to reach out. He named it ‘the Sky.’

The verses of the Bible…… were disappearing.

It was an incredibly bizarre sight. How many could easily imagine the scene where sentences begged for their lives and faded away?

But the god did not show mercy. Once ‘what was the truth’ lost authority, it lost its weight.

The birth of the god, the subsequent changes in the world, and the verses that everyone in this world had hastened to put on their tongues in an attempt to gild the god’s authority… all of them.

Disappeared.

The sentences turned to dust and scattered without a trace.

As if they shouldn’t have existed at all… No.

As if they had never existed at all.

And upon the empty white pages of the Bible, what was instead inscribed was—the words of the god.

The true words instead of the false Bible blossomed over the verses that were erased.

The first verse announcing the arrival of a new era from the messenger of the god――

――A straightforward fact. The name of the god is Igguoqueden.

The world was being rewritten.