The World I Was Supporting Was Real - Chapter 72



72. God, I love you so much

‘Iguodon-nim…?!’

Even though he was in the form of a boy, Eirene recognized him at once.

No one else would know, but she couldn’t help but know.

After all, she was the one who had gazed upon Iguodon’s portrait.

She was the only being who had seen the face of God with her own eyes, something even the Holy Maiden Erin had not achieved!

What felt even stranger than that, was the boys’ attire.

Including Iguodon-nim, they were wearing clothes she had never seen before in her entire life.

‘…Where is this place? It’s where the young Iguodon-nim is… Could it be, the place where God resides…?’

But, it didn’t seem like a place where God would be. The furnishings were unfamiliar, but it just felt like the interior of a normal building…

Furthermore, the boys surrounding Iguodon didn’t feel like they had the same divine aura as him; they seemed like ordinary people.

Numerous questions arose, but- for now, she needed to grasp the situation in front of her.

Eirene cautiously approached the group of boys.

She couldn’t hear the sound of her own footsteps at all, only the boys’ voices ringing clearly in her ears.

Judging by the situation, it seemed they were also unaware she was watching them from this place.

“Why are you acting all nice? Are you this cripple’s family or something?”

“Hey, didn’t you know? That b*stard acts all nice in front of the teachers. He even said some bullshit last time.”

“Dude has a savior complex. Does he play too many games and can’t distinguish reality?”

Although she couldn’t fully grasp the situation, one thing she knew for sure was-

Iguodon-nim was being attacked by a group of boys.

“No… No! Mr. Lee Gwo-geo-deon!”

She tried to move her mouth, to force out a sound, but it was no use.

She knew instinctively. All she could do was watch.

Then.

The boy, Lee Gwo-geo-deon, snapped at the other boys who were cornering him.

“What? Playing the good guy? Hero complex? Bullshit!”

*Thwack!*

One of the boys flew backward, hit by Lee Gwo-geo-deon’s fist.

“Ah, shiiibal…!”

“I just can’t stand you fuckers acting up! If you wanna do this, do it somewhere out of sight! Pretending to be tough with a classroom full of kids watching, what a joke?”

“You little shit!”

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The boy next to him threw a punch, but Lee Gwo-geo-deon spun around, grabbed his fist, and then –

*Thwack!*

“Ah, you son of ab*tch…! Who the hell punches the solar plexus, shiibal!”

“Shut up! Apologize to her, you fucker! Apologize!”

*Thwack, thwack!*

“A-alright… I get it, just stop, shiibaal…!”

And with that, the leader of the group surrendered, ending Lee Gwo-geo-deon’s fists –

And in front of Eyrene’s eyes, a faint light pierced through – like an opera, the scenes of the story began to rapidly shift and change.

Yet, for some reason, she understood how the situation unfolded after that.

He must have used his power to save the weak… but for some reason, the people around Iggwogwodun avoided him, made uneasy by his presence.

They seemed to deem him violent, not even wanting to associate with him.

Instead of bothering to make excuses, Iggwogwodun simply spent his days in solitude.

No one even considered listening to what Iggwogwodun had to say.

The still-young boy, Iggwogwodun, spent his time completely alone.

Loneliness.

The loneliness of a god, even reaching into the heart of Eirene… all Eirene could do was watch, there was nothing else she could do.

And then, the scene shifted again.

‘That is… ‘

A small-framed boy was crouched down, crying, looking at Iggwogwodun who was sitting, taking a break.

“I… I, I, I’m sorry… be, be, because of the, the sickle…”

“What are you sorry for? It’s those b*stards who are bad. I heard those sons of b*tches got expelled from school for bullying? Serves them right.”

“I, I’m okay now though… because you, you stood up for me, you lost your friends…”

“Friends? Hey, I’d rather bite my tongue and die than be friends with those dickheads. And I’m transferring schools next week anyway. I transfer so often I don’t need friends.”

“Re, really…?”

“Yeah. And like I’ve said a million times, I didn’t do it because of you, I just…”

He scratched his head, a little awkward, and let out a short sigh-

“I just… I can’t stand to see that kind of thing. Picking on weak kids… I hate that.”

“U, uuu…”

“So don’t thank me too much. Honestly, I didn’t step in because I was worried about you. I just stepped in because I didn’t like those b*stards. And…”

“It’s not wrong that I talk weird, or that I’m hurt and miss out on shit with everyone. The real wrong, goddamn it, is them sticking together and acting like that!”

“Waaah…”

“No, I said don’t cry… *Tsk*. Nah, just cry. Ha, what am I gonna tell the others tomorrow, seriously.”

After saying that, Igwogodeon lifted his head and looked up, saying,

“What’s God doing? Not taking b*stards like that away.”

‘!!!’

The moment those words were spoken, Eirene’s eyes turned milky white—

* * *

*Thud!*

“……!”

—And when she came to, she was sitting up in bed.

Eirene looked around. She was inside the Emperor’s bedroom, prepared just for her.

Outside, the sun was slowly beginning to rise.

‘… A dream?’

She knew it was a dream. After all, even when she was dreaming, she could somewhat recognize it as such.

Considering that usually, you don’t realize you’re in a dream, this was a strange thing indeed.

Eirene spread out her hands. They weren’t transparent at all. She was back in reality.

This part was important.

It wasn’t like she just woke up from a dream—it was more like she’d been sent somewhere and then returned to reality, a sensation that crept up her spine.

She spaced out for a while—

Soon, she rose from the bed, and, still in her negligee, sat at the table, inking the quill.

And then, swiftly, capitalizing on the clarity of her memory, she transcribed the events of her dream into words.

_Scratch, scratch._

With the sound of the quill scraping against the paper, what had been only her mind’s vision began to unfold into something real.

[When I opened my eyes, a place unseen in this world revealed itself. (Could it be a landscape of the heavens, where the gods, not of this world, reside?)]

[It’s not mentioned in the scriptures. (The scriptures are the sacred texts detailing the moment Lord Igugueodon became a god. = A pre-god form?)]

[I met Lord Igugueodon as a boy. (I could recognize him exactly! He was adorable.)]

[Lord Igugueodon was fighting with other boys. (Are those other boys other gods?)]

‘No.’

Eirene crossed out the words ‘other gods’ and instead wrote, ‘Lord Igugueodon is the one and only god, so other gods cannot exist.’

[It is presumed that he saved someone. The majestic form of Lord Igugueodon, when he rescued me at the monastery, was the same even in his childhood. (I love Lord Igugueodon so much)]

[Unfamiliar words appeared in his divine speech. Not found in the scriptures either. (Could it be linked to clothing I’ve never seen before?)]

[At the end, Lord Igugueodon made a remark, that gave the sense of, “What’s the point of being a god?”]

That’s it.

Indeed, that last paragraph was the most important.

Lord Igugueodon is the one and only god, a ‘truth’ so undeniable that it’s written in the scriptures.

But hearing that last bit, it was as if… as if there was another ‘god’ above Lord Igugueodon, and that thought, for a moment, left me bewildered.

‘It’s a useless thought.’

If Lord Igugueodon is not god, then how can I explain this divine love I feel in this very moment?

How can I possibly explain this stark, undeniable truth of his divine nature?

So, it felt far more productive to ponder *why* she was having this dream, rather than daring to doubt a god.

‘What is this dream…?’

It was a dream, after all, so there was a high chance it was simply a frivolous, meaningless delusion made manifest.

But, the image of that young boy, Iggu-geo-deon-nim.

The solitude he had to bear alone at such a young age.

That clear gaze that desired nothing, even as he protected someone—it didn’t feel like some empty fabrication.

Could this dream, then, be a revelation given to me by a god?

‘…’

Having dreamed the dream’s contents, she twitched her pink lips and let out a short sigh.

That figure, walking a path she believed was right, even with no one to acknowledge her.

The way he always acted on plain fact, made her heart pound once more.

If only time allowed, she would have taken the time to calmly analyze the dream—sadly, she was an Empress.

Like yesterday, today, and tomorrow—there was a mountain of work that only she, and no one else, could do.

Eirene neatly folded the paper and put it in a drawer.

Then, she closed her eyes and recalled the words of Iggu-geo-deon-nim, words she could never forget.

—Someday, when the moment arrives that god manifests in this world… let us meet again.

‘Iggu-geo-deon-nim…’

That’s right.

What need is there to know exactly? Everything can be asked to him directly, upon meeting him.

At least, Eirene had never, not even once, doubted the fact that god would reveal himself one day before her very eyes.

She closed her eyes and clasped her hands.

And… she delivered her heart, a festering mass ready to be vomited, directly to God.

‘If what you wanted to show me is your loneliness… I will embrace all of it.’

‘So… you must, you absolutely must come. I, your Eirene, will be waiting for you, Master, forever.’

Eirene’s only wish—to be deeply connected with God Iggwuggeodeon.

That yearning was so intense and pure, it reached a place where Eirene, a creation, could never hope to glimpse.

* * *

‘… … .’

The Observer was looking down at the world with a serious expression.

The gaze of the space instantly turned toward the Observer.

—What is it?

“…I sent divine power to Eirene.”

—Divine power, a force that grants the receiver’s wishes. It is simply acting according to the will of God, so what’s the problem?

“See for yourself.”

Instead of replying, he observed the world that the Observer had watched.

And… how much time has passed?

—It seems I am unable to observe it.

That’s right.

What Eirene was experiencing… even the Observers couldn’t properly perceive it.

As if obscured by a hazy cloud.

The only thing certain: Eirene fell asleep, dreamed some unknowable dream, and woke to pray to the god.

“Yeah. What the lower entity Eirene can see, we observers can’t confirm.”

—Is *that* why you’re flustered?

“Exactly.”

Something that had never happened since the start of observation.

Though it hadn’t yet gained life, it remained silent for a moment, perhaps fluttered by this unprecedented situation –

Then, as if having sorted something out, it spoke abruptly.

—Eirene’s yearning is connected to the god more deeply than anyone.

Upon hearing those words, the observer slowly, deliberately, rose from their seat.

And, looking down upon the world…they stated an utterly unbelievable truth.

“Eirene’s desire to connect with the Yggwgdyn is… it has reached a divine realm that even we can’t dare to trespass.”

7,000 won’s worth of divine power held an immeasurable amount of potent force,

but it was woefully inadequate to glimpse even the edges of god’s territory.

That she had managed it was clear proof of how deep Eirene’s devotion to the god truly was.

It could only be called a miracle!

It was definitely disconcerting, but-

—The words of god, possess life force within themselves. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?

“No.”

—A fragment of god is also a part of god. What is bound to happen someday is simply approaching, little by little.

Since it was uttered by the god, the god’s coming is inevitable.

When the moment arrived, Eirene’s yearning would become one of the most crucial catalysts for summoning the god.

The Observer pondered slowly.

Having been granted power, he absolutely had to show Iguogwodeon-nim at least a glimpse of Eirene’s transformation through that power.

He couldn’t simply observe and present, as is, a result that was bound to be unsettling for the god—a result of ‘peeking into the divine realm.’

What if the god, sensing something amiss, were to withdraw his patronage?

—What are you planning to do?

The Observer hesitated for a moment… then, he looked to his side.

What remained there was a fragment of divine power, which he had kept for his own consumption.

He stared at it for a long while, then carefully, moved his lips, created with the god’s love.

“…I’ll do what I can.”