I Will Buy Divine Power With Money! - Chapter 9

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I rubbed my eyes and looked at the system again.

Still, the content didn’t change.

Even when I asked once more, the answer that came back remained the same.

Not 1%, not 0.1%, but 0.01%…?

No, then how much do I have to donate to get 100% divine power…?

【Since 1000 gold is needed to raise it by 1%, you need 95,000 more gold to achieve 100%.】

I just earned 10 gold and now I need to earn 95,000 more gold?

Just how much is 1 gold in Korean won?

【1 gold equals 100,000 Korean won.】

So calculating that, 95,000 gold is 9.5 billion won in Korean currency…

To put it bluntly, it means it costs 10 billion to achieve 100%.

“Ha, haha.”

10 billion, 10 billion. I have to earn 10 billion?

“Hueok.”

The shocking amount sent heat rising from deep within my body to strike my brain.

This sensation, this pain, I definitely felt it during my detective days.

It was stress-induced illness.

* * *

“I’m going crazy…”

Sprawled out on the bed, I flailed my limbs at the surging rage.

Unable to overcome the stress-induced illness in the kitchen, I collapsed clutching the back of my neck and was immediately transported to the bedroom by the startled Airik and Dietrich.

Judging that my condition of just making “ueok, ueeok!” sounds was really bad, the two didn’t interrogate me further and left after just telling me to rest well.

Left alone, I trembled with injustice.

“Hey, God. A hun-, hundred billion, billion, ueeeeok! Are you kidding me! How am I supposed to get such a fortune that I never even touched in my previous life!”

In my previous life, forget 10 billion, even gathering 100 million was tight, so when am I supposed to collect all that?

Even if I only aim for my target of 40%, that’s still 3.5 billion!

“Just 100 million to raise it by 1 percent. Kkeuk, kkeukkeukkeuk…”

Now I’m just letting out hollow laughter like someone who’s lost their mind.

The fortunate thing is that money isn’t the only solution.

Since the god’s power recovers when the number of believers increases too.

In other words, as believers increase, the money I need to offer decreases, so I could do both in parallel, but…

Even so, I’d need at least 3 billion.

“Fuck!”

I struck the bed in frustration.

I hope this curse reaches all the way to the sun in the sky.

* * *

After bringing Ordel to her bedroom, Airik and Dietrich were half out of their minds.

Shocking events had happened one after another, and they didn’t know what to say.

“…High Priest. What on earth just happened?”

Dietrich asked with a dazed expression.

“Not only did she eat at the restaurant, but she inspected the kitchen she never even glanced at before, suddenly exposed the head chef’s embezzlement, and even discovered funds hidden in a secret passage… Did the Saint really do all this?”

Listing it out made it even more absurd.

A person who had only done four things in the temple for 2 years – being lazy, skipping temple events, living luxuriously, and causing trouble – achieved such accomplishments…?

“But why did she suddenly collapse at the end?”

That’s right. The most surprising thing was the Saint’s fainting.

If Airik hadn’t hastily caught her as she suddenly collapsed, she would have hit her head on the kitchen countertop and been seriously injured.

Honestly, at first he suspected she was pretending to faint to avoid explaining the situation…

Ordel’s condition in Airik’s arms was quite serious.

Her inability to speak properly and only making gasping sounds was definitely not feigning illness.

“Hmm, will she be alright?”

Worrying about the Saint, something he’d never done before, made his body feel twisted, but it was true that he was concerned.

Dietrich glanced back at the Saint’s bedroom.

The firmly closed door had always been something he wanted to avoid, but how had things changed like this?

Was it really because the Saint seemed to have changed?

“Her energy was just slightly disrupted, there’s no major problem, so she’ll be fine if she rests a little.”

“That’s right, the Saint can heal herself too.”

Thud.

Then suddenly Airik’s steps stopped.

She’ll be fine because she has divine power.

That was something Dietrich could say because he didn’t know Ordel was a fake saint.

The divine power she possessed was terrible, similar to or worse than a novice priest. Therefore, she had no healing power either.

But there’s no way she could heal herself.

‘Should I go back?’

Since he was the only one who knew this fact, he was also the only one who could help her.

Just as he finished making his decision and was about to turn around.

“High Priest.”

A holy knight appeared at the end of the corridor.

“As you ordered, we’ve imprisoned Chef Kento. We searched Kento’s room, but found no further suspicious evidence.”

At the holy knight’s report, Airik had no choice but to stop walking.

Ordel’s health wasn’t serious enough that he needed to check on her immediately.

So right now, as High Priest, interrogating Kento who committed embezzlement came first.

Since his accomplices might still be roaming around Daesinjeon.

But even knowing that, why wouldn’t his feet move?

“High Priest?”

“…No. Let’s go.”

Airik began walking toward the front where the criminal was waiting, not toward the Saint behind him.

However, all his attention was still focused behind him.

He should probably visit Ordel after the interrogation was over.

“Oh, and the Order Commander is expected to arrive tomorrow after finishing his mission.”

“That’s fortunate. Report to me as soon as he arrives.”

At the holy knight’s report, Airik let out a sigh of relief.

The Order Commander, the leader of all holy knights in Daesinjeon, had been away on a dispatch mission for half a year.

In turbulent times like these, news of his return was most welcome.

* * *

It was late at night, past midnight.

In a dark corner of the kitchen where even moonlight didn’t reach, someone was moving busily.

Their movements of searching everywhere looked urgent, as if they were stealing.

“Damn it, damn it! If not for that cursed thing! I won’t let this slide!”

The black shadow searching under the countertop spat out vicious curses.

The face that was briefly revealed was none other than Kento, who should have been locked in prison.

The situation was very bad.

He never imagined he’d be caught so suddenly without warning.

Moreover, the one who exposed him was none other than Ordel.

He had to quickly leave here and report this fact.

Kento bit down hard, recalling Ordel’s face as she revealed his secret in front of the High Priest.

That damn bitch. He absolutely wouldn’t let her get away with it.

“Urk!”

Then pain from his arm made Kento’s face contort terribly.

His whole body ached from enduring the High Priest’s fierce interrogation.

Still, compared to the threats, the torture itself wasn’t much.

Thanks to this, he was able to avoid revealing the other places where he had hidden his embezzled funds besides the secret passage.

But since the paladins could search the entire kitchen at any moment, he had to find everything immediately and escape from here.

Now, while that terrifying Order of the Holy leader hadn’t returned yet, was his last chance.

But….

“Damn it, why won’t this come out! I can’t leave it behind either!”

The secret passage was where he had hidden the most stolen money, but when you added up the money from the other three places, it came to roughly the same amount.

So he couldn’t leave any of it behind.

Since the money from the secret passage had been taken, he had to take all the rest.

“Fuck!”

But the hidden money pouch seemed to be caught on something, and no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn’t come out.

Finally, Chef Kento even used his injured arm to grip the pouch tightly.

And the moment he pulled his entire body backward with a grunt, the pouch finally slipped out.

“Got it! This damn thing, making me suffer like this!”

Chef Kento leaned his back against the drawer cabinet across from the countertop and laughed gleefully while looking at the heavy money pouch.

At that moment.

“Did you find the money?”

An ominous voice came from behind him.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh! Wha, what! Crazy!”

Chef Kento was so startled that he forgot he shouldn’t be caught, screaming at the top of his lungs as he scrambled backward.

The drawer cabinet door opened and someone revealed themselves.

The face revealed between hair hanging down like a ghost was none other than….

“Hello, Chef Kento?”

It was Ordel, a former detective specialized in stakeouts and current saintess.

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