Chapter 10: The weight of 100,000.

“Wa-wait………! Igogodon Cathedral…………? Wh-what do you mean……………? That can’t be right, can it? Doesn’t it have a proper name…………? Then why……………???”

“What kind of nonsense has this woman been spouting since earlier?!”

The high priest, who had been bowing down to Lumina just a while ago, now respectfully addressed Erin.

“How should we proceed, Holy Lady? Since she dared to attempt harm against you, we could bypass trial, drag her to the guillotine here, and execute her immediately.”

Instead of answering, Erin closed her eyes briefly, then slowly walked toward the spot where Lumina lay fallen.

“Sister Lumina. Are you denying that the god’s name is ‘Igogodon’?”

“Of course! God would never have such an absurd name!”

As the guards attempted to aim their spears again, Erin held up a hand to stop them and asked, “In that case, could you tell us the name of the god you serve, Lumina?”

“Th-that’s… I told you before. It’s not difficult. The name of God is…”

The name of God.

That name was…

‘Of…?’

‘What was it?’

‘No, no, I knew it just a moment ago. I even had the scripture with his words in my hand…’

Suddenly, tears welled up in Lumina’s eyes.

Indignation.

Humans, when faced with truly unjust situations, are creatures whose tear glands are involuntarily triggered.

The reason? Unknown. Perhaps God made them that way.

Yes. God… whoever that might be!

“Can’t you say it?”

“W-wait………… suddenly, I… I can’t remember……………”

“Up until just recently, you could easily speak the name with those very lips, couldn’t you? The name of some insignificant entity that’s no god.”

“In-insignificant?! Watch your words! Are you blaspheming against God?!”

“When I say ‘God,’ of course I mean the one true God, Igogodon.”

At those words, Lumina shouted back loudly.

So filled with indignation, her voice conveyed a depth of sorrow that was easy to read.

“Stop saying such ridiculous things! And the name of this city alone is—”

“The Holy City of Igogodon.”

“…What?”

Yes, the name of this city… the empire’s capital, Igogodon.

…Wait? Isn’t that right? Wasn’t it always called that? Right?

A splitting pain throbbed in Lumina’s head.

The fact that this city was named Igogodon was something she already knew!

‘But then, why did I suddenly blurt out something so nonsensical about the city’s name? Why would I do that?’

‘No, it wasn’t nonsensical! This city’s name was… after the god… huh?’

“The city was named after the god. Is there a problem with that?”

“N-no… I mean, that… that’s…”

“Sister Lumina.”

Erin slowly approached Lumina.

With eyes full of sympathy, she looked down at her and, in an exceedingly compassionate voice, spoke.

“How pitiful……… it seems you’ve been greatly deceived by a false god and are now in utter confusion.”

“Ah, th-that’s…”

“I won’t hold it against you, Sister Lumina. I could impose a much harsher punishment… but I won’t. After all, with every moment in your life, you’ll be paying the price for following a false god. That should suffice as atonement for the commotion you’ve caused.”

“But, Holy Lady! This woman dared to lay her filthy hands upon your sacred person—”

“It’s alright. Didn’t Lord Igogodon say so?”

Erin smiled elegantly at the guard who glared at Lumina.

“Even for those who cannot see and refuse to believe, or for those who are deluded by false gods and hold vain beliefs, he said to extend kindness.”

“Holy Lady…!!”

The guard was moved, and the Pope naturally added a comment.

“[A plate of truth.]”

“Genesis 13:5 says, ‘A plate of truth for those who are lost. For the non-believer, flames await even before reaching paradise. Without sincere faith in me, they will vanish without so much as a breath, their souls extinguished in flames in less than two minutes.’ The great Lord Igogodon, in his infinite generosity, always shared plates full of truth with disbelievers who sought to harm him. I often see that same grace bestowed by the Holy Lady.”

“Indeed, she truly is the Holy Lady………!”

“Praise be to Holy Lady Erin!”

Listening to the Pope’s words, the guards bowed their heads in reverence to the figure who seemed to embody kindness itself.

“If that is the Holy Lady’s wish, we shall comply.”

“Then, let’s return. The Pope must have been startled; you can rest easy. I am unharmed.”

“Understood. This way, Holy Lady.”

Erin followed the Pope, closing her eyes as she walked, thinking of the one who made her the Holy Lady.

Ahhh… no.

Just the thought of him…

‘It made her insides flutter, and she could feel his presence within her so vividly…’

‘Haa… such a bold thought, but he is Lord Igogodon, after all.’

That thought lingered in her mind, accompanied by a continuous sound that seemed to celebrate her becoming the Holy Lady.

A fanfare congratulating her, and the endless grace of Lord Igogodon, who blessed her with his love.

The words she once heard before—encasing her, protecting her, filled with Igogodon’s love.

Like the ringing of a clock tower, the sound echoed in her mind.

***

“Hooray for the hundred-thousand blessing!”

“Lord Igogodon has crushed the false god!”

“Hooray for the hundred-thousand blessing!”

“The true Lord Igogodon whispers sweetly!”

“Hail to Erin Chuchuchan!”

“Hooray for Erin Chuchuchan! Hooray for the divine power pouch!”

!!! Hooray for the hundred-thousand blessing !!!

Hooray for the hundred-thousand blessing.

As if under a spell, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the final panel for a long time, and when I finally became aware that I was breathing again……………

I let out a single word, almost absent-mindedly.

This wasn’t something I intended to say, but rather a feeling of losing the words lingering in my brain.

“…Wow.”

I lost.

This overwhelming sense of defeat.

I admit it. I was feeling a wall between me and the author.

An insurmountable wall!

I mean, I did donate 100,000 won.

It’s not exactly a small amount to donate to a comic that nobody else is watching.

Even when I donated 10,000 won, the author made a fuss and had a spear of light descend from the sky, so naturally, I thought something bigger would come with 100,000 won.

After all, it’s an author who can handle excessive exaggeration brilliantly.

I thought they would pull it off well.

But………… doesn’t everyone have an expected range of outcomes?

Here’s what I imagined: last time, a spear of light fell from the sky, so this time, the sky would open, and ‘messengers of God’ would start descending one by one.

They’d be dressed in visibly holy uniforms, descending slowly from a staircase in the sky……… saving the true Holy Lady, Erin, who had been scorned as a false saint.

Ideally, they’d say something like, “We are the apostles of the one true god, Igogodon.”

The characters like Lumina and the extras would be handled with that, and then, Lumina, who slandered the true Holy Lady Erin, would be sent to a religious trial and burned at the stake, while the Pope, having witnessed it all, would recognize Erin, who had been chosen by the messengers of God, as the true Holy Lady… I thought it would go something like that.

Even that would’ve satisfied me.

It would’ve sufficiently answered the feeling of, ‘How dare anyone mess with my Erin?’ And with that level of service, I’d have happily left a comment like, ‘Kkkk, Igogodon is amazing, it was worth the money~’

Whatever the case, they treated my donation as something grand like a ‘messenger of God.’

But who would have thought that history would actually be rewritten?

Who could’ve foreseen that the Bible would be rewritten and that it would change the course of history!

The kicker was the first line of the Bible. “A plain fact,” they said.

If I’d known it would be the first line recorded in the Bible, I wouldn’t have said it so casually!

Moreover, because that was the first line, “God’s plain fact” had become a well-used idiom in this world.

The religious followers quoting the Bible… taken out of context, it wasn’t weird at all.

‘What’s with “a plate of truth” or whatever…’

Even the term “divine power pouch” seemed somewhat strange, and just as I thought something felt off, the author’s message to me suddenly came to mind.

[The words of Igogodon are the words of God, capable of granting life with just one line.]

‘So, that’s roughly what they meant.’

And then, Erin’s artwork.

I can’t overlook this.

This girl……… she’s openly sensual now.

Ever since the scene where she talked about ‘bearing my truth,’ it’s hard to tell if she’s a saint or a temptress with how steamy the atmosphere has become.

There were more panels where she was blushing intensely, looking at me on the screen while sticking out her tongue just a little, and stroking her ample chest with pride………..

Suddenly, she felt more and more… captivating. Even her clothes…

Sigh

I’ve always thought I was good at immersing myself in things.

But as they say, look up, and there’s always someone above you.

As I was admiring the author’s storyline………

‘Wait.’

Suddenly.

I had the sudden urge to go back to the previous chapters.

Without hesitation, I checked the previous chapter.

Nothing had changed.

Erin was still setting off on her journey to become a holy lady, thanking me for my support.

The scene where she proudly displayed her overwhelming aura of holy power was still there.

The only change—God’s name.

The previous name, which was presumed to be the name of God in this comic, Ophel Aichel, was messily crossed out, as if someone had tried to cover it with a black marker.

‘Wow………… they actually went back and edited all the previous chapters?’

Since I changed history, it seems that Ophel Aichel has now become a non-existent entity.

Well…

I feel great about the quality of my donation rewards, but… … do we really need to go this far?

For me, sure, but won’t new readers of this comic wonder what kind of mess this is?

Though it’s a meaningless worry, given that this has essentially become a ‘comic for me alone’ with a view count of one.

‘Well, it’s not my problem to worry about. The author can handle it.’

There were no donation pleas in today’s chapter.

Even the donation button was deactivated, as if Erin didn’t pray today.

‘Hah. That was fun.’

Anyway, it was a rare experience of dopamine surging through my brain.

I could end the day with a satisfied expression.

Of course, because of today’s depiction of Erin, I ended up searching for ‘large chest’ on art sites again.

And so, I spent an ordinary day, privately appreciating my little indulgences.

[The words of Igogodon are the words of God, and even a single line is enough to grant life.]

The true meaning behind that sentence was far more incredible than I had imagined.