The World I Was Supporting Was Real - Chapter 92



92. God’s Method

[GiveMeMoney: If you mean fertilizer… are you talking about like, compost?]

[LeeGwoGwoDon: Nah, nitrogen-based chemical fertilizer.]

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[LeeGwoGwoDon: You think they have that in this world?]

[GiveMeMoney: I’m sorry, but I’ve never heard of that.]

[GiveMeMoney: If it’s not too much trouble, could you explain it in detail?]

‘Explain, huh.’

Considering the lives these people lead, I figured there was a high chance it didn’t exist –

and just like I thought, they don’t have nitrogen fertilizer.

Alright. If I introduce fertilizer, I can boost total food production.

Sure, it’ll take time – but this method was a hell of a lot better for supplying stable food to society than me just directly providing it.

The reason was simple.

Just ‘generating’ food and doling it out as handouts?

Yeah, it’d be easy for me to enjoy that emotional rush of doing something good without thinking.

But, food that’s provided based purely on miracles, without any solid process, risks screwing up the economic structure of this whole world.

It’s the same logic behind why I stopped the infinite chicken production.

Also, just like I was worried about a moment ago—

Unless I take responsibility all the way to the end, there’s bound to be another problem.

The common folk, getting free food from the church, will slowly start to think of that food as something ‘given’ to them, just for ‘going to church and saying LeeGwoGwoDon’s name a few times’…

The aftershocks when that broke would be endured not by the empty god they invoked, “Iguagwodun,” but by Erin, who I cherished.

I wasn’t trying to call the people uncivilized.

It was just… that’s how human beings were. I was sure, if I looked at the world from their perspective, I wouldn’t have acted all that differently.

So, at least for the time I was acting as a god, even just for Erin who represented me, I wanted to only provide miracles that the human world could handle.

Which meant, I thought, adding fertilizer here was the right move.

Until the crops grew properly, increasing aid to temporarily provide food was still probably okay.

The problem was –

‘Even if I suddenly say “give them chemical fertilizer,” will the author just listen?’

I thought of the ‘Day of Chicken’ episode a while back.

Back then, the author, instead of sending actual cooked chicken, stuck to the concept and just released live chickens into this world, as demanded, which was pretty out of place.

I was a bit flustered, but somehow I managed to convey a recipe to get to a dish called “chicken,” and successfully reproduced ‘chicken as a modern-day food’. I still remember it clearly.

Even though it was still a somewhat primitive method, reliant on the batter because it wasn’t brined… still, because the people here had some knowledge of “fried food,” they were able to spread the new food with just the recipe.

But.

What about fertilizer?

I don’t really know, but would these people be able to replicate something that uses electricity or something to cause a chemical reaction? Or whatever it is? Something to fix nitrogen?

Let me clarify: I knew nothing about the history of chemical fertilizer or how it’s made using specific chemical reactions.

I could probably find it if I searched the internet. That was basically the extent of my knowledge.

In that situation, I didn’t have the confidence to explain fertilizer well to the author, like I did with the chicken recipe.

‘Well… I’m pretty sure they have some kind of photos, a basic form of newspapers, they can make soap and perfume, they’ve got advanced water treatment facilities, and a grasp of sanitation.’

I chuckled lightly at the fact that I knew the structure of their bathrooms so well, thanks to how often the bath scenes were rehashed.

At the very least, it was right to assume that people of high status understood the importance of cleanliness.

As those of high standing took the initiative in keeping clean, it was only natural that the common people of lower status would learn from them. They just had relatively fewer opportunities to access clean water.

Considering the extent of the epidemic and the average condition of people’s homes, it was true that not everyone could wash as much as modern people, but it also wasn’t fair to say that they possessed a civilization so undeveloped or backward.

‘Hmm… ‘

Even if I was over-immersed, the writer creating this comic was a modern person, so they’d obviously know about fertilizer. Should I just brazenly ask for “chemically produced nitrogen fertilizer”?

‘That’s cheating.’

Since meeting Erin, starting to sponsor this comic, the scripture had changed, and I had become a God—

I had shared my heart with the woman who would be my wife, and listened to the worries of so many people.

The reason I could get so absorbed and enjoy this comic was primarily due to the daily updates and the beautiful art style—

But in that process, I absolutely couldn’t deny that the writer had consistently and faithfully maintained their role as a ‘messenger of God, observing the world while serving God’, without ever collapsing the world-building.

Even when delivering the chicken, even when saying “Eat some chicken” to the writer, the writer had been meticulous in protecting the world-building.

But now, just because “it’s complicated to explain,” I’m just going to throw a tantrum and ask them to put it in?

As a human, I might want to take such an easy path.

However, that wasn’t the path a god should take—it wasn’t my way.

[LeeGwoGwoDeon : Hmm]

[LeeGwoGwoDeon: So…I don’t know how to explain this]

[LeeGwoGwoDeon: Just like the chicken, this is a ‘Divine Artifact,’ so I think it needs a detailed explanation]

Then.

An unexpected answer came from the writer.

[GiveMeMoney: Is it an artifact from the ‘Divine Realm’?]

[Give me some money: Well, if that’s all, I think I can provide it just by you telling me.]

[Lee Guo Guo Dian: Huh?]

[Please give me some money: Do you remember?]

[Please give me money: Not long ago, we added the [Subscription-based Support System] as a [New BM] thanks to divine grace.]

‘Ah!’

Come to think of it.

A while back, the subscription-based support system *was* added as a ‘New BM,’ wasn’t it?

Ares was desperate to see Karen, but I figured it would be too much trouble to manage every little thing, so I just set up the system and then forgot about it after charging it up…

[Please give me money: By adding the subscription-based support system, a link to the ‘Divine Realm’ was created.]

[Give me some money: If there’s sufficient divine power, it’s possible to transfer a few items from the Divine Realm.]

[Please give me money: Of course, it’s not possible to transfer just *anything*…]

‘So they’re working it out like *this*?’

I smacked my knees without even realizing it.

Like I said earlier, the author’s a modern person too.

They’re just pretending to not know with that cool-as-a-cucumber attitude, but they know what chemical fertilizer and chicken are just like I do.

Unlike chicken, which an average person could easily replicate the recipe for, explaining the fundamentals of chemical fertilizer is something that’s difficult for the average person…they know that too, probably.

Being as perceptive as they are, it’s obvious they noticed I was having that very concern.

And so, by using the excuse of the recently created ‘Subscription BM’—they’re letting me know!

They’re willing to provide chemical fertilizer, while keeping it within the bounds of the world’s rules!

It’s not like this is an actual otherworld with great immersion, it’s just a comic after all.

I couldn’t help but marvel at the delicate touch—the way they explicitly added, “It’s not like *anything* is possible,” just in case the balance was thrown off.

“What a money-sucking fiend.”

Maybe it was to keep me from giving up on the explanation and just not offering support at all—

But conversely, they’d gone so far as to naturally lead the situation while making excuses for the sake of making money, so wouldn’t it be okay to spend a little?

Besides, if it’s a subscription-based BM, I wouldn’t even have to worry about supporting them each time; they’d be able to steadily provide the fertilizer that’d be helpful to people!

‘Could it be…did they plan all of this?’

If they pondered how to use the BM made when Ares was mentioned, and then naturally showed the suffering people…

I was willing to declare defeat and open my wallet.

[Thisguyisnuts: Then]

[Thisguyisnuts: Can you steadily provide nitrogen fertilizer with a subscription-based donation?]

[GimmeSomeCash: If the ‘nitrogen fertilizer’ you want to send can be delivered here and if we assume you have sufficient ‘divine power,’ it seems possible.]

[GimmeSomeCash: If it’s impossible or seems like it requires additional divine power, I’ll let you know.]

While I was at it, I checked my remaining balance.

Since I hadn’t done the ‘additional payment’ for Karen yet, the money I’d put in was still there.

‘Well… it’s not like I’m demanding they send a working electronic device; some chemical fertilizer shouldn’t cost that much, right?’

It was definitely a world-changing innovation, but it was something invented more than a hundred years ago, by modern standards.

Anyway, the matter of sending fertilizer to this world was now settled.

There was only one thing left—

‘Not dismissing this as just a ‘divine miracle.”

If it was just a method of distribution by the church, it’d be just like the example mentioned before, with ‘food’ being replaced by ‘fertilizer.’

There had to be a reason, at least a plausible one, for it to come across that way.

‘If ‘nitrogen fertilizer’ were ever developed in this world… who would make it?’

If in the real world a ‘scientist’ made fertilizer.

Wouldn’t it be most plausible to say that in this world, a ‘magician’ would make fertilizer?

It wasn’t hard to find the cliche where ‘magic’ did the job that ‘science and technology’ did in other worlds.

In fact, there had been depictions that implied even taking photos was a type of magic, so it seemed plausible enough.

Anyway.

If the direction was set- all that remained was to move forward.

[Eguguodon: Writer]

[Eguguodon: Can you do as I say from now on?]

* * *

“Haaahm……”

In a green-drenched magic tower located in a small forest not far from the capital city, Eguguodon—

From a bed in the room of the magic tower’s master, located on the highest floor, a woman yawned and stretched, reaching her arms out.

Silver, shining straight hair, and emerald-like eyes that looked as though they had been infused with melted green.

The negligee she was wearing, which was almost completely see-through, slid down slightly, revealing her smooth armpit.

She had a face that looked incredibly cute at first glance… but the breasts she carried proved she was not a girl, but a woman, boasting an incredible heft.

She was, none other than—

The possessor of incredible talent that was unmatched by any magician of her generation, and the magic tower master who had ascended to the astonishing position at the youngest age in history, the master of the Wood elemental magic tower— Reina Pirensteia.

‘…I woke up too early.’

Reyna rubbed her eyes lightly with her hand.

It was 8 AM. A perfectly reasonable time to get up and be active, maybe even a little late, but –

She burrowed back into her blankets like a caterpillar, as if she had no particular motivation.

‘Hehe. The blanket’s warm. The sun is cozy. It’s a good thing sunlight is free.’

She had good reason for being listless and dawdling.

You see – she wasn’t doing any more magic research.

If it were an era where wizards belonging to different magic towers were given budgets based solely on performance, maybe, but

Now, you just pray a little and study that ‘Iggwo Gwo Deon’s Plain Facts’ or whatever, and they just pour money on you, so why bother achieving anything?

And even considering that the Wood Attribute Tower has now, at this point in time, fallen to an ‘obsolete tower’… it was even harder to find the motivation.

‘If I go out, I’ll just be reciting some weird prayer… I might as well just sleep.’

Just as she was falling back asleep again,

*Knock, knock,* a knock on the door, and a familiar woman’s voice echoed.

“Reyna-nim! Are you sleeping? Is it okay if I open the door?”

“…Stella? What is it?”

The owner of the voice was Stella, the Vice-Tower Master of the Wood Attribute Tower, and Reyna’s loyal right-hand, who handled all the practical work while Reyna lazed around.

“Reyna-nim, you have a guest.”

“Can’t you just tell them to come back later if they’re not important? I’m still sleepy…”

“I’m coming in.”

Stella opened the door without hesitation and approached Reyna, who was lying in bed in her pajamas.

Thinking only of hierarchy, it was a slightly problematic action, but Reyna wasn’t the type of person to obsess over such things.

“Alright. Lady Reina. Wake up.”

“Ugh… Is it important? Really? There’s no way… Who’d be looking for me now, a has-been with all my strings cut. What, is it the Emperor or something?”

“Not quite the Emperor, but it is quite an unexpected person.”

“Who is it?”

“The head of the Fire Magic Tower.”

“……!”

*That* hotshot?

Why is he suddenly… looking for *me*?

“I don’t know the details, but it seems he also brought a VVIP with him. You should meet them in person.”