Chapter 11: God starved to death…

[Genesis 1:1] A simple fact. God’s name is Igogodon .

[Gen 1:2] Simple fact two. The evidence that Igogodon is the one and only god is all in the ‘donation history.’

[Gen 1:3] Simple fact three. If someone claims to be a god but their name isn’t Igogodon, they’re a fraud who deserves to be torn apart.

[Gen 1:4] These three simple facts together are called ‘A Plate of Simple Facts.’

[Gen 1:5] And if someone can’t understand God’s words after eating a plate, then it’s just an issue of intelligence.

[Gen 1:6] So, Igogodon poured the ‘Plate of Facts’ into ‘nothingness,’

[Gen 1:7] and what was dark was given the name ‘darkness,’ while what was bright was granted the name ‘light,’ marking the beginning of the world.

[Gen 1:8] One plate of facts became the earth, and another plate of facts became the heavens.

[Gen 1:9] The vast, open sky and the wide, spread-out earth pleased Igogodon greatly, so he laughed, “Hehehe,” and this was the first sound of God.

***

A city with centuries of history, the capital of an empire, and the largest city on the continent—Igogodon.

Named after the one and only god, the city has undergone countless upheavals and changes in power, yet its name has never changed.

In this city stands the largest cathedral, Igogodon Cathedral, with a towering spire that surpasses even the royal palace.

Inside the cathedral is the most heavily guarded place, ‘The Room of the Saint,’ a location more secure than the Pope’s chamber and accessible only by one person, Saint Erin.

Erin, who alone has access to this room, was repeatedly reading the first page of the sacred text that she always carried with her, the Bible.

Several days had passed since she received divine inspiration, yet no matter how many times she read it, she felt no fatigue, only a constant renewal.

‘The more I read, the more every single word of Igogodon’s holy teachings sinks perfectly into my mind…!’

To Erin, the Bible was an act of self-scrutiny.

It was a process of self-destruction, discarding her former self who knew nothing of Igogodon, and becoming reborn solely as Igogodon’s Erin!

‘Ahh… no matter how many times I read it, Igogodon’s simple truths flow deep into me…’

Each line of Igogodon’s words sent shivers through Erin.

Even more so when she recalled the teachings, reminding her not to forget her identity as a woman.

Of shh…

If I keep receiving this, I’ll… never be able to go back to the time before I knew Igogodon.

Erin basked in the supreme happiness that followed the spiritual fulfillment of the doctrine, then sighed deeply as she leaned back.

Yes. This is the Bible.

The world of the past, ruled by false gods, was a world gone wrong.

This present, blessed with Igogodon’s grace, was the world made right.

As she had been chosen as Saint by Igogodon and conceived the truth of God, Erin could understand every single word of the Bible.

Except for one thing—’donation history.’

‘What exactly was this ‘donation history’?’

She understood the word ‘history,’ but no matter how much she read, she couldn’t make sense of ‘donation.’

It was the one area in the holy text, imbued with God’s simple facts, that even Erin, who was attempting to fully comprehend it, could not understand.

‘It’s okay. As the Saint, I’ll have plenty of time ahead to listen to Igogodon’s voice and spread his teachings.’

As she was fully immersed in the Bible, trembling with the awareness of Igogodon’s ‘truth’ within her…

“Saint, I’ve brought your meal.”

A priestess assigned to assist the Saint entered the Room of the Saint.

This room was a place so sacred that even the Pope could not step foot in without permission.

Besides Erin, only three high-ranking female priests, personally selected by the Pope for their strong holy power, were allowed entry.

Today, it was Cecilia, the loyal servant of God who had always attended to the Saint, who entered.

“Thank you, as always.”

“It’s my honor, Saint.”

After receiving her meal, Erin examined Cecilia.

A female priestess, in essence, was a nun serving God.

But… the attire Cecilia wore was so far from anything that could be called nun-like.

From her neck down to her chest, her outfit was made of a stocking-like material.

What was more, her chest covering was more like a curtain, barely shielding her sides and cleavage.

The lower half was again made of the same stocking material, with her skirt, exposing her navel and thighs, barely covering her hips and bottom—a truly immodest outfit.

‘No, no…’

Erin shook her head vigorously.

Thoughts from the corrupt, false world that had once strayed from Igogodon’s path were assaulting her mind, but she wasn’t just anyone.

She was the chosen one of Igogodon himself!

Erin’s mind swiftly embraced the ‘common sense’ of this new era.

‘This isn’t an immodest outfit. In fact, it suits her role as a nun perfectly.’

So, as a Saint, I should offer praise that would please the nun!

“Your holy power pouch seems especially robust today, Cecilia. It looks like you’ve been praying diligently.”

Cecilia, looking honored, bowed her head and replied, “Thank you, Saint. I’m sure it’s all thanks to Igogodon hearing my prayers.”

Indeed.

What mattered most for a nun wasn’t a devout heart, reverence for God, or a spirit willing to serve all people of the continent, but a holy power pouch.

This was even mentioned in the Bible.

“Igogodon selected as his representative the woman with the largest bosom. (Saint 3:8)

He said, ‘Your holy power pouch is adorable, hehehe,’ and thus the first Saint was chosen. (Saint 3:9)

The great holy power pouch of the Saint pleased Igogodon, making it the first virtue of a nun. (Saint 3:10)”

The Bible ‘The Chronicle of Holy Power’ almost made Erin confused about the most important details, explaining how a woman’s chest became the ‘Holy Power Pouch.’

It seemed that despite absorbing so much, Erin still lacked Igogodon’s simple facts.

‘I’m sorry, Lord Igogodon… As punishment for being confused, I’ll read the Bible over and over again tonight to receive your simple facts…!’

After all, this was the new common sense of a new era.

A nun’s suitability and devotion to God were judged based on the size of her Holy Power Pouch.

Naturally, nuns wore outfits that emphasized and revealed their Holy Power Pouches.

But, the Saint was an exception.

The Saint’s ‘Holy Power Pouch’ belonged solely to her one and only master, the only God, Igogodon.

In fact, her Saint’s attire was form-fitting around the chest but didn’t blatantly reveal her like a standard nun’s outfit.

“May Lord Igogodon’s simple facts be with you, Sister Cecilia.”

Erin took a bite of the bread Cecilia brought after sending her off.

It was delicious bread.

Luxurious bread that she had never tasted during her days of hunger.

Oddly, tears rolled down Erin’s cheeks as she chewed the bread.

They weren’t tears of regret, but of overwhelming gratitude.

She never once forgot that the fundamental reason for Igogodon’s descent and the destruction of false gods was because of her.

The one who saved her from the suffering of a world ruled by falsehood.

The one who gave her hope, who created a reason for her to continue living, even after losing her family.

“Lord Igogodon, thank you. I will serve you my whole life. I will never forget this grace.”

“Lord Igogodon… thank you…!!”

***

After reading the comic, I found myself naturally having a 1:1 conversation with the author in a chat room.

[MoneyPlease: How do you find it, Lord Igogodon?]

[MoneyPlease: Does the changed world please you, given that you donated 100,000 won?]

OFL…

Whether I liked it or not, I filled my empty cup with cold water and drank it down.

[Igogodon: Wait… Is this for real???]

[Igogodon: What kind of Bible is like this, and what’s with the nun outfits? Haha]

[Igogodon: Besides, didn’t I only write the very first line of the Bible?]

[MoneyPlease: Divine words have a life of their own.]

[MoneyPlease: With the power of 100,000 won, they naturally took shape as words that Lord Igogodon might say.]

[MoneyPlease: And besides, if I charged for every single line, wouldn’t that be troublesome for you, Lord Igogodon? It’d be beneficial to me, but… ]

Well, I guess that’s true…

Although I couldn’t help but worry a little, since the world was going off the rails.

[MoneyPlease: Is it displeasing to you?]

[Igogodon: Not really, haha;]

No need to keep up appearances in an anonymous chat.

It’s just a comic, after all.

And honestly, I did enjoy all the chests on display.

‘It’s not real life, so maybe it’s okay to go a bit overboard?’

The author probably feels good making 100,000 won on a comic no one reads.

In reality, the latest chapter had exactly one view! Just one.

So much for ‘simple facts’—to me, this author’s comic had the simplest view count in the world.

[MoneyPlease: Additionally, today, I have included many chest-emphasizing scenes for you, Lord Igogodon, who favors them.]

[MoneyPlease: Is the frequency to your satisfaction?]

[Igogodon: Yeah, I like it lol.]

[Igogodon: But…]

Since it was already over the top… why not go a bit further?

Actually, there was just one thing I wanted to ask for, but it felt awkward to mention.

‘But given how much the author was willing to indulge me, maybe they’d agree?’

[MoneyPlease: Please, feel free to say anything, Lord Igogodon.]

OFL…

I scrolled up to admire Erin’s appearance a few more times, then gathered my courage and typed.

[Igogodon: Erin…]

[Igogodon: Just make her chest a bit… bigger…]

[MoneyPlease: Are you saying you’d like Erin’s Holy Power Pouch to be larger?]

Ugh, that ‘Holy Power Pouch’ again…

They’re really milking that phrase just because I commented on it once.

[Igogodon: oo]

[MoneyPlease: I see. Could you specify how much larger you’d like it?]

Currently, Erin’s chest size was slightly smaller than her face.

Of course, even at this size, she was a big-chested character, a nice middle ground.

But I… I’m part of the ‘Large Chest Club.’ For me, a chest is best when it’s just a little bigger than the head!

[Igogodon: Large Chest Club…]

[MoneyPlease: By ‘a chest bigger than the head,’ is that what you mean?]

[Igogodon: Well, not too enormous, just about head-sized… and just a tiny bit bigger.]

A reader requesting that a female character’s chest be made just a bit larger than her head from a manga artist.

My life was truly legendary, just as I had predicted.

Maybe that’s why I was so engrossed in this world, being treated like a god.

[MoneyPlease: Hmm… it’s not impossible, but…]

[Igogodon: Does it sound strange? I’m willing to donate if that’s the issue.]

[Igogodon: How much would it be?]

[MoneyPlease: For the size you described, about 7,000 won should suffice.]

The price was a bit steeper than expected, but for 7,000 won, it wasn’t too bad.

I’d already spent 100,000 won, so why stop now?

‘Oh, right… Erin didn’t ask for donations today, did she?’

Since she hadn’t begged for donations, and the author didn’t mention it either, the donation button wasn’t active.

‘So, should I make a request to activate it?’

At that moment…

[MoneyPlease: Please go to this link wwac.wo.to<<.]

Following the new link from the author—

A chat window appeared with an activated ‘Donate’ button in the corner.

‘Wow, is this really happening?’

I felt a twinge of discomfort at how conveniently everything aligned, but it didn’t last.

Maybe if I’d paid attention to that discomfort, things would’ve turned out differently.

But at that moment, I was thrilled just at the thought of increasing Erin’s chest size.

[Igogodon: (Donation/7,000 won / Holy Power Pouch needs to be bigger than head… God starves if smaller than head… )]

[Igogodon: Added a donation message, hahaha.]

[MoneyPlease: Thank you, Lord Igogodon! I will use the power of 7,000 won immediately to enhance Erin’s ‘Holy Power Pouch’! Look forward to an even more holy Erin!]

From that day on, I could freely enjoy reading the comic, donating whenever I felt like it, regardless of donation prompts.

The sunk cost kept growing, but seeing Erin happy made me happy, too.

‘After all, I donated 100,000 won, so I shouldn’t have any big donations for a while, right?’

A few days later, I had to let go of that thought.