The World I Was Supporting Was Real

Episode 16. Luca (3)

[ GiveMeMoney: I can’t say for sure yet, but regardless of the amount, maybe for Miss Luca ]

[ GiveMeMoney: Oh ]

[ GiveMeMoney: Uh…. ]

The author, who had been continuously typing, suddenly went silent as if broken.

What?

Regardless of the amount, what??

[ Igwogwodon: ??? ]

[ Igwogwodon: Is there a problem??? ]

The author, who usually responds quickly, had been silent for over 5 minutes without any reply.

This happened before too.

The author, who usually responds to comments like a ghost, went silent as if stunned when I donated 100,000 won and then sent a chat link.

Does receiving a high-value donation make them unable to respond immediately and break down?

―Coolchuck.

Anyway, while waiting for a response, I tried to gather my emotions… but it was impossible.

“Uhhuhuh.”

The image of Luca, with her dead eyes, grieving, flashed before my eyes again, and I couldn’t help but cry out loud.

I had no choice but to cry. That’s just how I am.

When a sad scene appeared in a comic, anime, or movie, I would cry my eyes out, saying, “Ah! It’s so sad!”

The phrase “You should cry here~” had no meaning to me. I was confident that I could cry more quietly than anyone else, right on cue.

From the very beginning, in those childhood days.

I called the malicious viewer participation broadcast on cable TV, which scammed children out of their pocket money, because I thought the protagonist wouldn’t be able to pass the ordeal without me.

The sensitivity that allowed me to immerse myself in such crude flash animations didn’t disappear just because I grew up.

It’s like someone who loved comics and anime in their twenties wouldn’t suddenly decide, “Ah, now that I’m over 40, I should give up comics and anime and start liking golf, fishing, and hiking.”

Mother. Are you watching?

Your son has become an adult who over-immerses in creative works, even after being spanked by you…

How much time did I spend comforting myself like that?

By the time a considerable pile of tissues soaked with tears had accumulated beside me, the writer finally returned.

[ Donjomjuseyo: Sorry to keep you waiting, Igwogwodon ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: First of all, thank you so much for generously donating the unexpected large sum of 300,000 won ]

[Donjomjuseyo: Really, truly, thank you]

[ Donjomjuseyo: We all promise never to forget this moment ]

[ Igwogwodon: Yeah… but ]

[ Igwogwodon: What were you talking about earlier?? Please explain that too… ]

Right.

Regardless of the amount, for Luka— what?

Just looking at that sentence alone, it felt like even spending 150,000 won wouldn’t change Luka’s fate, so I was momentarily anxious.

[ Donjomjuseyo: Don’t worry, Igwogwodon ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: With 300,000 won, it might be possible. ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: Maybe… it could be resolved in a way I couldn’t even imagine, that’s how much it is ]

Right!

As long as it can be resolved, it doesn’t matter.

The writer will figure out the story anyway.

I only want one thing. For Luke to be happy.

Because she was to be appointed as the new Holy Knight!

[ Igwogwodon: Okay, then there’s no problem, right? ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: I will do my best using all the means at my disposal. ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: Oh, and there’s something I’d like to ask of you too, Igwogwodon. ]

[ Lee Guo Guo Deun : Request??? ]

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[Please give me money: If I had the power of 300,000 won, maybe I could change everything. ]

[Please give me money: Since it’s not an ordinary task, I think we need God’s words. ]

Is changing Luka’s fate that significant?

The moment I thought, “I changed the Bible for 100,000 won.”

[Give me some money: Do you remember the saying that God’s words have power? ]

[ Lee Guo Guo Deon : I remember. ]

[Give me some money: Just like last time, you need to write down the words you want to leave for Luka. ]

[Give me money: At the crucial moment, God’s words will surely help. ]

‘Ah!’

Only then did I realize the author’s deep intention.

So, this is WWE. A kind of role-playing.

They talk about the power to change fate, but in the end, the development is determined by the author.

I was quite immersed in this novel and made a large donation. The author is also matching my level of immersion.

Just like last time when I left the first verse of the Bible, there should be some kind of ‘reward’ this time too… If they say, ‘Since you made a large donation, you can write the lines!’ it would break the immersion and feel a bit cheap!

So, they deliberately use techniques like ‘God’s words will help’ and ‘Since it’s not an ordinary task, we need God’s words.’

Alright, I get it. If you use a technique, I’ll accept it!

[ Lee Guo Guo Deun : LOL okay okay wait ]

What effect will it have this time?

Last time, I spoke without thinking, and the weight of the Bible became ‘Fact) A plate of Bible,’ and Erin kept thinking of the phrase ‘Erin chu chu is the best’ and made a strange expression all the time. This time, I have to be really serious.

So, if I were really the god of this world and Luka was a real person.

If she walked the righteous path, always thinking that I was watching over her, but faced trials that were too much to bear—

What would I say to her as a god?

I thought it would take a long time.

Surprisingly, the answer came quickly.

[ Lee Guo Guo Deon : You are not wrong. ]

Because I have been watching you all along.

So, I am responding to you like this.

Your thought that I am always watching over you is not wrong.

[ Lee Guo Guo Deon : Convey it like this. ]

[ Please give me some money : Understood. ]

[Give me the money: I will announce the next chapter as soon as it is released. This time, it might take quite a long time… ]

[Please give me some money: Since you have generously donated 300,000 won, I will do my best to fulfill your wishes. ]

‘Sigh.’

After ending the conversation, I finally took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair.

How long has it been?

Since I last cried my heart out like this…

But still.

‘Crying my eyes out feels refreshing.’

When will the next chapter come out?

* * *

If it was wrong from the very beginning, is there a solution?

So, at some point, I realized something was wrong and hurriedly turned back―

Only to find out that no matter what I did from the start, it was bound to go wrong.

I thought I had buttoned the first button wrong, but it turned out I wasn’t even qualified to button the first button in the first place. Such a hopeless situation.

That was Luca’s fate.

A fate where, no matter how much she struggled, she could never be happy.

Whenever happiness seemed to creep in, misfortune would quickly follow, as if to punish her for daring to be happy.

God wants Luca to be happy.

But what if, despite God’s wishes, she could never be happy?

――No.

If God’s support is with her, nothing is impossible.

Yes.

If it was wrong from the start, then she just needs to change it from the root.

Thus, the world responds to the one and only God looking down on it.

* * *

The grand mansion of the Poitiers family.

Today was a special day.

It was the 13th birthday of Luca, the precious only daughter of Armand de Poitiers.

What was the birthday girl, Luca, doing?

She was in her room, getting all dressed up with the help of her maid.

The maid, brushing Luca’s long black hair, said,

“Miss, you look much more beautiful than usual today.”

“Yes! Jenna, you look pretty too!”

“Thank you. But I still have a long way to go to catch up with you, miss. Hoho.”

Jenna, the maid who always took care of her, was like an older sister to Luca, having been with her since she was young.

Luca especially liked it when Jenna did her hair like this.

“There, all done. Oh, right. I almost forgot this.”

Jenna rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a very luxurious-looking hairpin, which she then attached to Luca’s hair.

“Wow, it’s so pretty!”

“You always said, miss, that whenever I did your hair, it felt like something was missing. I thought maybe your long hair felt a bit empty, so I got this. How is it?”

“Yes! It’s so pretty!”

At first, Luca was bouncing with joy—

But soon, her expression turned bitter.

“But… this doesn’t feel right.”

“Really? Is it not to your taste…?”

“No, no! It’s really pretty. But somehow… I can’t shake the feeling that something’s missing.”

Luca always felt like something was missing whenever she looked at her hair.

When did she start realizing that?

For some reason, she felt that way even when she was very young. She just couldn’t put it into words.

‘It feels like I’ve forgotten something…’

“I’ll get you an even prettier one next time. If you don’t like this one—”

“Oh, no! No, I like this one. Hehe. I’ll wear this today!”

All dressed up and looking pretty, the people in the mansion gathered to greet the star of the day.

“Happy birthday!!!!!”

“Miss, happy birthday!”

The table was filled with a much more luxurious feast than usual, including Luca’s favorite cake.

“Wow…!”

Luca, sitting at the head of the table, was momentarily in awe.

Soon, as she was scanning the area around the dining table with her eyes… the maid beside her naturally pushed a bowl towards her.

“Is this what you’re looking for, Miss?”

What she handed over was potato soup.

Among the items on this table, it was probably the cheapest dish—but Luca finally smiled brightly.

“Yes! Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Miss, you like potato soup.”

At that moment.

“Ahem. So, I think it’s time to talk.”

“Ah, Dad…!”

Her father, Armand, who was sitting next to Luca, spoke in a somewhat serious tone.

“Luca. You are now 13 years old. While I wouldn’t mind if you continued to be a mischievous little girl, in a few years, you’ll become a lady, so you need to start various studies from this year. You “Already know this, right?”

“Yes, Father. I know.”

Luca was scheduled to enter the Imperial Liria Academy at the age of 14.

A debut stage in high society, only accessible to children of the upper class.

The noble blood of Poitiers flowing through her veins would make her shine even brighter at the academy.

“So, although you’ll have less time to play with Dad… I want to ask you not to throw tantrums and bother the teachers like you used to. Understood?”

“Huh? It’s okay if I don’t play with you, Dad. I want to learn quickly!”

“…What…?”

Seeing her father’s shock at Luca’s bold words, her mother, sitting across from them, covered her mouth with her hand.

“You too. You’re the one who suggested delaying her education by a year because you might have less time to play with Luca.”

“Ahem!”

A few maids couldn’t hold back their laughter, but no one minded.

A harmonious family in a household lacking nothing in a peaceful era.

If only she could shake off the nagging feeling that she had forgotten something, Luca’s days were always filled with new and joyful things.

* * *

After that day, as her father had said, more than ten private tutors were assigned to Luca.

Luca’s studies were incredibly diverse. Political science, magic studies, history, literature…

She was even learning martial arts, but at her age, with her good physical condition, Luca was able to handle all subjects without difficulty.

Her father had said, “I prepared everything because I didn’t know what you would like, but if it’s too hard, let me know, and I’ll reduce it.” But Luca enjoyed learning itself, so she didn’t find it particularly difficult.

“Hello, Miss. Nice to meet you.”

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Today is the first day of learning theology.

The nun who was supposed to teach us had some circumstances, so she arrived a month later than the other teachers.

Of course, Luca was just excited about learning something new.

“What do we learn in theology?”

“It’s a time to learn the words of God. You know about God, right, Luca?”

“Yes! I’ve heard that He is the one who created the world.”

Although he didn’t know the details, he thought he would learn them in time.

Luca sat down and received a blue book.

―The Bible.

Was it curiosity because the book he had only heard about was right in front of him?

Without much thought, Luca opened the first page.

“You are not wrong.”

‘What?’

What is this?

The book was quite thick, but there was only one sentence written.

The rest of the pages were just blank.

Was the Bible originally like this? He checked with the nun-

The nun, checking her own Bible, began to speak in a kind voice.

“Now, shall we read the first page together? I’ll start first, and you can follow along.”

“Yes? Ah…….”

He was about to ask why there was only one sentence on the first page when-

“Genesis Chapter 1. In the beginning, when there was only light and darkness, there was God.”

“……What?”

Luca checked his Bible again.

No matter how he looked at it, there was only one line. You are not wrong.

Seeing Luca’s expression, the nun smiled kindly again.

“Do you see the first line? That’s where we start. It’s natural to be nervous at first. Let’s start again. …In the beginning, when there was only light and darkness, there was God.”

… … What?