The story began with an unexpected word, leading to a literal whirlwind of plot developments.
“We have nothing to lose but our chains!”
“What we gain is plain fact!”
“The will of our One True God and Leader, Igogodon, shines in our hearts!”
Communism!
The one and only will of Igogodon, who created us all ‘equally’!
- Do you hear it?
The plain truth of Igogodon resounding, clad in the belief called communism!!!
“So, Emperor, rise!”
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
To deliver the fair words of God to all! To serve a fair plate of facts to everyone!
A plate of facts for the peasants! The same amount of facts for the workers as for the nobles!
We are Igogodon! Igogodon is us!
And the Emperor cannot reject the will of Igogodon !!!!!!
The voices, full of madness, resounded.
With even nobles and members of the imperial family joining the people in denouncing the Emperor, the short story ended.
***
[Igogodon: What?!]
As the scene of the Emperor being taught a lesson played out, I naturally expected him to fall into trouble or witness divine miracles, trembling as he realized the existence of a real god—a somewhat predictable scenario.
Considering the author’s track record of unique plot twists, maybe they would subvert clichés to show a ‘God-defying Emperor.’
They probably even noticed I liked the Emperor character.
But to think he would lose his position through a proletarian revolution—that was beyond my imagination.
The bourgeois class hasn’t even appeared yet, right? There weren’t any characters wealthy from commerce, only nobles.
Of course, I had questions—lots of them.
But the one that stood out the most was:
[Igogodon: Don’t communists dislike gods???]
[Igogodon: Aren’t they more into atheism?]
[Igogodon: I can understand the Emperor being dethroned through a revolution, but how in the world did it turn into some weird theocratic-communist one-party dictatorship???]
Theocratic-communist one-party dictatorship.
…Even saying it again, I can’t make sense of it.
Honestly, I’ll admit it—I’m not a history scholar.
Naturally, my knowledge doesn’t compare to that of someone well-versed in history.
You could say I only know the basic common sense stuff you learn in mandatory education.
Even so, I know that people with such ideologies aren’t usually fond of religion.
Maybe history tells a different story somewhere, but that’s how it seems within my knowledge.
Soon enough, the author responded with:
[MoneyPlease: Since I can only observe parts of the future, I’m not sure about the exact process that led to such a result…]
[MoneyPlease: But if Igogodon’s divine authority includes a desire to ‘teach lessons,’ this outcome isn’t all that strange.]
[MoneyPlease: Because…]
[MoneyPlease: That is the power of a god.]
[MoneyPlease: To create something entirely new that didn’t exist in the world before.]
[MoneyPlease: Nothing is impossible if divine authority is involved.]
[MoneyPlease: How could the existing order of the world resist the power of a god?]
I almost argued back, saying, “But you can’t revive people!” But that wasn’t the point right now.
In any case, I didn’t want to drag the Emperor down to such a low level.
What I wanted was for him to listen to me, not defy me—nothing like having his position stripped and his life ruined.
After all, as a ‘god,’ I also wanted to eliminate any potential for him to advocate atheism in the future.
Moreover, one of my “plates of facts,” the holy knight Linnea, appeared to have sided with the revolutionaries, but being of royal blood, she could face a terrible fate later on.
[Igogodon: No, no, teaching lessons is out.]
[Igogodon: But what happens if we just throw some money at it?]
[Igogodon: Would the story change depending on the amount?]
[MoneyPlease: An Emperor whose will isn’t broken would continue struggling for power against the religious community.]
[MoneyPlease: That is his destiny.]
I see. Skipping the lesson, then.
Considering my divine status, I had to avoid that.
‘So, what would be the best course of action…?’
‘What do I want to do with the Emperor?’
Scrolling back up, I revisited the scene where Eirene appeared.
Her golden side locks swayed slightly, and her massive chest bounced with every movement, shown in beautifully detailed frames…
Lost in thought, I swallowed dryly.
Yes, she hadn’t committed any sins yet, and she herself promised not to cross the line.
Overly harsh punishment seemed unnecessary.
‘Isn’t it the duty of a god to guide even nonbelievers to repentance, rather than destroy them outright?’
This decision was definitely not influenced by her beauty or her ample chest.
If the Emperor’s future involved being dethroned through revolution…
‘What could prevent such a fate?’
At that moment, one word crossed my mind.
[Igogodon: Couldn’t we… make his ‘faith corrupt’?]
Faith’s corruption!
‘Is there anything sweeter than witnessing faith bloom in the face of someone who stubbornly denies the existence of a god?’
[MoneyPlease: Corruption of faith, you say?]
[Igogodon: Yes. Remember when Luca overcame his destiny?]
[Igogodon: I think the Emperor could do that too.]
[Igogodon: By adopting a sincere mindset and wholeheartedly embracing the concept of a plate of facts.]
[Igogodon: And it would be even better if we could prevent his revolutionary fate in the process.]
Revolutions happen when people’s basic needs aren’t met.
From the perspective of commoners under a feudal monarchy, if their stomachs are full and life is tolerable, ‘why would they bother to start a revolution?’
Though that prophecy seemed to rely more on divine authority than on ideological maturity, it likely had enough internal consistency for such a future to be observed.
[Igogodon: If the Emperor became a beloved wise ruler, it would also be good news for Linnea.]
[Igogodon: I want to influence him religiously—enough to stop any scheming or revolt, and make him a devout believer.]
[MoneyPlease: So, you wish for ‘rehabilitation,’ is that correct?]
‘Rehabilitation?’
I wasn’t sure if that was the right term, but given the context, it seemed plausible.
[Igogodon: Yes, I want to rehabilitate him.]
An important fact to note:
I didn’t fully understand why the Emperor was so wary of the religious order.
If there was a reason, perhaps I could address it. After all, I am a god.
‘I’m starting to naturally think of myself as a god now…’
Suddenly feeling embarrassed, I gulped down a glass of cola.
‘Ha… Even with a divine throat, carbonation still stings.’
[MoneyPlease: Rehabilitation… Hmm. With divine authority, it might be possible.]
[Igogodon: It’ll probably cost a lot, right?]
When I altered Luca’s destiny, it cost 300,000 won.
Although the author mentioned 150,000 won at first, they admitted it wouldn’t have been enough to include the divine power required to overcome destiny.
I knew it was just flattery.
‘It’s not like creating a manga truly required divine powers, right?’
[MoneyPlease: Please wait a moment.]
[MoneyPlease: I believe 35,000 won should suffice.]
Huh???
That’s cheaper than expected.
Considering I spent 300,000 won for Luca, I thought this would cost at least 200,000…
[Igogodon: Isn’t this a bargain?]
[MoneyPlease: …?]
[Igogodon: It’s way cheaper. It’s not all that different from Luca’s case.]
[MoneyPlease: Well, in Luca’s case, the power of destiny was particularly strong.]
[MoneyPlease: And since you haven’t ‘taught a lesson’ to the Emperor yet…]
[MoneyPlease: This level of divine authority should be sufficient to rehabilitate… or ‘corrupt faith.’]
The explanation sounded plausible, but really, there didn’t need to be a deeper reason.
‘They’re probably just adjusting the cost to avoid scaring off customers with exorbitant pricing.’
At any rate, the price seemed reasonable.
I typed in 35,000 won but decided to add a little extra as a gesture of thanks for following my wishes.
[Igogodon (Donation / 50,000 won / Empress’s Faith Corruption, hehe)]
[Igogodon: I paid a bit more so you could make it look nice, haha.]
[MoneyPlease: Oh no!]
[MoneyPlease: Igogodon-sama!]
[MoneyPlease: Truly… Thank you so much. This unexpected additional divine authority…]
[MoneyPlease: With this, I believe I can show you even more. We will never forget your generous decision.]
[Igogodon: Good, author.]
[Igogodon: You know what I’m expecting, right?]
[MoneyPlease: Of course.]
[MoneyPlease: On that note, I was thinking… Should we deliver some ‘divine words’ to the Emperor this time?]
[Igogodon: You mean words for the Emperor?]
[MoneyPlease: That’s right. This time, answering a few questions should suffice.]
[MoneyPlease: xzqr.wo.to < Here’s the link.]
Clicking the link brought up a survey.
The questions were simple, like, “How do you motivate yourself during tough times?” or “What’s your secret to overcoming trials?”
Looking through it, I noticed spaces to write messages for Eirene as well.
I’d seen something similar before.
Before entering the military, there’s a psychological evaluation with different questions, but it felt a lot like this.
I wasn’t sure what it was about, but it seemed like some new monetization scheme.
With a “Let’s just do it since they’re asking” mindset, I was about to start typing when—
[MoneyPlease: Also…]
[MoneyPlease: This world wishes to repay the generous Igogodon-sama for the additional divine authority you provided, in any way possible.]
[Igogodon: ?]
[MoneyPlease: Might I humbly ask how the One True God Igogodon-sama’s divine visage appears?]
***
Inside the royal palace of Igogodon’s holy capital, in the audience chamber.
Emperor Eirene furrowed her brows slightly, surprised by an unexpected guest.
Even with her expression tightened in a frown, her cold beauty was such that one might shiver if they touched her face.
“The saintess has come to visit?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. She wishes to be granted an audience with you.”
‘What is that woman up to now?’
‘Could it be… Did she hear something unnecessary about Linnea’s plate of facts?’
No, if Linnea were that devout, she wouldn’t have been sent as a candidate for holy knighthood to that side in the first place. Then…
‘Regardless, I should show her hospitality.’
There was no benefit in openly opposing the saintess now.
“Let her in.”
Before long, Saintess Erin, the first to appear in 200 years, walked slowly along the red carpet.
Her platinum blonde hair shimmered, exuding a divine aura that marked her as a special woman chosen by the gods.
Eirene rose from her throne and bowed respectfully.
“I greet Your Majesty.”
“Welcome, Saintess. I am honored to meet you in my lifetime.”
“Let’s keep the pleasantries brief. I’m not here to exchange greetings today.”
Eirene cautiously observed Erin’s demeanor.
Though her words were curt, there was no hostility.
Yet, her eyes burned with something… determination? Willpower?
“Your Majesty, divine words have been delivered to you.”
“To me…?”
“Yes.”
Erin smiled warmly and stepped closer, one deliberate step at a time.
“Saintess…? What are you—”
The feeling was strange.
It was as if time itself had stopped.
Though soldiers stood in formation, none moved to restrain the saintess or uttered a single word.
It was as if they had become dolls!
“Come closer, Your Majesty… This way… Closer to me.”
The saintess approached, and with her came an overwhelming presence that was undeniably hers…
“W-Wait… Just a moment…!”
Eirene couldn’t even finish her sentence, overwhelmed.
She couldn’t stop Erin from advancing!
Before she realized it, Erin’s face was inches from hers, so close their noses almost touched.
Erin’s massive divine power “reserves” brushed against Eirene’s chest.
A thrilling moment of balance between equals!
It was Erin who spoke first.
“Your Majesty…”
She smiled sweetly, her face flushed as if she could barely hold back.
“It’s okay. There’s nothing to fear. This is the greatest blessing a woman can feel…!”
“W-Wait, Saintess, at least let me—!”
Before Eirene could finish her flustered protest, Erin slowly raised the holy scripture she held…
“Let me imbue you with… the divine words.”
She lightly touched Eirene’s forehead with the scripture.
Light.
A bright light filled with pure facts radiated from the scripture and engulfed Eirene.