《Gallery for Loners After Demise》


 Prologue

    What¡¯s the meaning of a true loner?


    Is it the empty shell which covers that feeling of something missing in your heart, no matter how many people you meet?


    Is it the social phobia in which you cannot get along with people because of your lacking social skill?


    ¡­No, it¡¯s all wrong.


    Human relationships depend on how you think of it, and if you put in some courage, you¡¯ll be able to find your soulmate.


    That means, a true loner always has to stay alone.


    The last rope for your kind of people.


    Welcome to ¡®Gallery for Loners After Demise¡¯.

 CH 1

    Ep.1  The Fresh Newbie ¨C 1


    In every creative work, ¡°The End¡± is often a pretty vague concept.


    Because the definition is too general, it¡¯s hard to tell if this ¡°The End¡± simply means the collapse of human society or humanity, or if it means the extinction or the disappearance of the entire planet, including the ecosystem.


    And the content is usually very provocative. Either a sudden outbreak of World War III, or the violence of nature that humans cannot resist, or the apocalypse due to the zombie virus.


    To me, ¡°The End¡± was just that much of a concept.


    I believed that despite being vague, it¡¯s still full of tension, and something like ¡°Eventually, it¡¯s not meant to be with me¡±.


    ¡°¡­It¡¯s a lie.¡±


    ?PANDEMIC OUTBREAK


    ?DOOMSDAY PROTOCOL


    ?TOTALLY FUCKED UP


    ?GOOD LUCK, PAL


    Looking at the green-type mixture full of old monitors, I murmured.


    How did everything get screwed up?


    Because the younger me longed to see the vast universe and dreamed of becoming an astronaut?


    Because I put the first step on Mars after becoming an astronaut with a bone-cutting effort?


    Because we landed on Mars for exploration, and the spacecraft made a mistake in landing and the landing function got broken?


    Because The Earth¡¯s rescue ship said that they would come to save us within half a year and told us to hold out as much as possible, but it¡¯s been a year and they haven¡¯t come?


    If not then is it because we¡¯ve lost contact with the Earth and tried to communicate with the orbital space station?


    ¡°What a load of crap is this, fuck.¡±


    No, it¡¯s just that I already know things are going wrong.


    It can¡¯t be normal when the rescue ship was already sent out but we didn¡¯t hear anything from it, and we can¡¯t even reach out to NASA.


    Even so, this is impossible. What? An epidemic breaks out and mankind dies? Within just a year? Does it make sense?


    ¡°Tell me this is just a lie. Tell me this is a lie¡­¡±


    But the answers we got from the space station only made the disastrous reality more concrete. They said that it was the prelude to all tragedies that MERS was combined with Coronavirus and mutated in the Middle East, resulting in a hybrid that was different from the previous one in both infectious and fatalities.


    Pandemic itself is a disaster, but thanks to the explosion of each country¡¯s economy and society, chaos has grown out of reach, and China, which can no longer suppress internal opposition, has thrown its people¡¯s anger into the outside world.


    Since then, researchers at the space station said that they have no idea. It seems like they have maintained communication a little longer than us, who are stuck in the remote region of Mars, because it¡¯s much more strategically important, but now they are in the same distress.


    How many days have passed since I heard such hopeless news?


    I thought nothing could be worse, but bad things came continuously.


    Three days ago, my colleagues from the Mars exploration team killed themselves. They said they would just die honorably rather than fight unsightly with insufficient oxygen and food. To be honest, now I regret that I should have died with them. The rescue ship won¡¯t come anyway. Even if the chaos on Earth was resolved and a spacecraft was sent to Mars, I would be dead by then.


    It¡¯s not like I have a great sense of duty or tenacity to hold out. I¡¯m just afraid of death, so I live this catastrophic life day by day. I¡¯m wasting resources like a pig, taking even a little bit of oxygen and food which my colleagues left after making their decision. If there was anything significant that I did, I would say that I buried my colleagues¡¯ bodies under the ground on Mars.


    Yesterday, even communication with the space station was cut off. Did they not receive communication or did they become unable to receive it? Either way, it¡¯s the same for me. It¡¯s impossible to contact the outside world now.


    Today, I checked that there¡¯s only enough food for three months. Honestly, considering that the three of us have already endured about a year, there¡¯s still a lot. For a one-time exploration, emergency food and oxygen were abundant enough. But it¡¯s meaningless in the end because there¡¯s no way back to Earth.


    So I just spent my time endlessly. Maybe, someone will reach out for help. It¡¯s not like I don¡¯t have any expectations left.


    But someone said, ¡°You will be betrayed, the more you expect¡±. Nothing happened until half of the food left disappeared.


    By the time I turned another half of the remaining half of the emergency food into poop, something unusual finally happened. But not in a good way, but a bad way.


    ¡°Fuck, what the hell is that?¡±


    While I was looking at the Earth blankly since I had nothing to do, suddenly flames soared from the surface of the Earth. The scale of the explosion would have been beyond imagination if it could be seen from Mars far away.


    ¡°They¡¯ve shot a bomb. How many shots is that?¡±


    More than a few hundred shots must have exploded simultaneously, not just one or two shots. It didn¡¯t explode in one place, but every big city that seemed to have a lot of people was in flames.


    ¡°¡­I guess I¡¯m lucky that I¡¯m here.¡±


    I couldn¡¯t say that I¡¯m in a good situation right now, but I think it would be better to film a castaway movie on Mars than to get caught up in an epidemic and a nuclear war. Unlike the movie, the only flaw is that there is no rescue ship to come to save me no matter how long I endure, but there¡¯s no way to complain about what I can¡¯t do.


    So another three days have passed.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    In a spaceship lying on Mars, I just lay still with my eyes wide open. It has been a year and 10 weeks since I was beholden to this damn spaceship. I¡¯m just tired of everything now. Looking at the decreasing food and oxygen, I wasn¡¯t very anxious anymore. Even if two gravestones protruding from the side of the spaceship got into my sight through the window, I began to not feel any excitement.


    The only thing that still significantly soaked my heart was the thoughts about my family who were left on Earth. My parents were so happy when I said I was going to Mars, but how are they doing now? I don¡¯t know whether they are alive, but regardless of whether they are alive or not, the past year or not must have been a yoke of hardship for them. I still sometimes have nightmares about the plague and the flames of war devouring my parents.


    With that thought, I suddenly realized my situation. The fact that I¡¯m completely alone.


    It¡¯s not just that there¡¯s no one around right now, but I realize that even if I return to Earth by luck, no one may welcome me.


    Come to think of it, isn¡¯t it strange that humans remain after so many nuclear bombs in the first place?


    ¡°Haa¡­¡±


    I was about to curse it out, but I suddenly closed my mouth, realizing that I¡¯d been talking to myself lately. Since there has been no one to talk to, I¡¯ve been talking to myself more and more. Even if I pretend to be crazy and draw a face on the wall of the spaceship and hesitate if I should swallow Wilson, I quit because I only have less than a month left, it¡¯s meaningless anyway.


    ¡°Shit.¡±


    When I feel depressed, I look for something interesting to refresh myself,


    ¡°It¡¯s so boring.¡±


    There¡¯s nothing interesting about the spaceship, and I¡¯ve already tried everything for a year and 10 weeks, so I feel bored.


    ¡°¡­¡­I feel like shit.¡±


    If I think about this and how to overcome boredom somehow, I end up feeling depressed again.


    It¡¯s a so-called vicious circle.


    ¡°Why the hell is my life like this?¡±


    I thought I finally got my honor and wealth after an endless struggle, but Mars, which I thought was a bonanza, was actually a prison. I couldn¡¯t be a good son to my parents. No one will mourn my death even if I die here. Those who deserve it have already died before me.


    ¡°If this was a novel, I would have gone back to before this Mars exploration after I died by now, right? Or maybe I could put up a status window while playing SimCity to rebuild civilization?¡±


    It makes me laugh even if I force myself to think about the delusion that I have already done dozens of times.


    ¡°Status window! Status window! Status window!!¡±


    I mean, honestly, it was no longer a laugh or anything. Something that couldn¡¯t even be laughed at, the lump of emotion like the ashes that were burned, flowed down my mouth.


    ¡°Status window, status window!! Where¡¯s the status window, you mother fuckers?!!!¡±


    Anger, injustice, fear, solitude. When I scratched the remnants of my heart and spilled them out, all I had left was emptiness. As my rough breathing gradually returned to normal, the last remaining fire in my heart cooled down.


    ¡°Haa¡­?¡±


    What am I doing right now? There¡¯s no one who can listen to me no matter how hard I try.


    It was about the time when I was thinking about giving up my life, holding my forehead as I ridiculed myself


    ?Confirmation of eligibility requirements.


    ?Connect to a network between dimensions.


    Someone¡¯s voice in the middle of a spaceship, where there would be no one, shook my mind.


    ?Specified IP¡­ 001.068.712.931. Access authorization.


    ?Welcome to the ¡®Gallery for Loners After Demise¡¯.

 CH 2

    Ep.2  The Fresh Newbie ¨C 2


    When I suddenly heard a voice on Mars, where I was certain that there was no one, I doubted myself that I was finally crazy.


    And seeing the stars that delivered by the voice?


    I was convinced that I was finally crazy.


    [¡®Gallery for Loners After Demise¡¯]


    [Why am I the only one who can¡¯t do hoi bing-hwan*? Why am I the only one who can¡¯t do hoi bing-hwan? Why am I the only one who can¡¯t do hoi bing-hwan?] [10] *TN: ¡°Hoi Bing-hwan¡± is short for ¡°Hoigwi, Bingeui, Hwansaeng¡± which means ¡°Regression, Possession, Reincarnation¡±. This is a theme which is mainly used in romance and fantasy novels.


    [Whip. Whip. Y-You pricks. Whip. Whip. You. Prick.] [2]


    [A day of smiley Cthulhu] [13]


    [This is not martial art!!]][8]


    [Those Frost mage bastards, I seriously want to kill them] [37]


    [I¡¯ll do this succubus for free!][182]


    There¡¯s no way I¡¯m hallucinating like this unless I¡¯m crazy.


    ¡°W-What is this?¡±


    The translucent window that suddenly appeared in the air in front of me resembled the interface of the Internet community that I knew when I was on Earth. Did I finally get to the point of creating my own content in my brain after whining out of boredom?


    Having been in a situation that transcends common sense for a long time, I managed to hold onto my mental string and lowered my gaze, and carefully opened the ¡®Gallery¡¯. Gallery introduction¡­ Let¡¯s see. A community for those last people who were left alone in the world. We¡¯re ¡®Gallery for Loners After Demise¡¯?


    ¡°¡­ Wait, it can¡¯t be. It can¡¯t be, right?¡±


    I immediately denied the idea that occurred in my head. Nevertheless, there was nothing I could do about the faint anxiety and vague expectations floating in one side of my mind.


    ¡°How do I click¡­ Oh.¡±


    While I was at a loss for how to operate the interface that appeared alone without a mouse or keyboard, the page passed by itself as if it had read my thoughts. It was the article at the top of the gallery about taking on a trial


    [Writer: ??* (001.124)] *TN: ??is used when a user on website doesn¡¯t create a nickname.


    [Title: Why am I the only one who can¡¯t do hoi bing-hwan? Why am I the only one who can¡¯t do hoi bing-hwan? Why am I the only one who can¡¯t do hoi bing-hwan?]


    [Why do those fucking mages keep changing the timeline as they like and move on to another world?]


    [People who don¡¯t have an MP like us can¡¯t live because we¡¯re sad, you bastards.]


    Teacher of Wisdom*: It¡¯s not that you don¡¯t have an MP, it¡¯s just that you cannot feel the MP, you muggle!]


    ?[??(001.124): How do you know if there¡¯s MP here or not? Shit, if you can point it out, come and measure it]


    [Jealous*: Let¡¯s sign a contract~ Let¡¯s sign a contract~ Let¡¯s sign a contract~]


    ?[001.124: Get lost, punk! I¡¯m not going to write a slave contract!]


    [ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ*: So you¡¯re a weakling trying to rely on magic. If you breathe with your energy and experience limitlessness, you can cut the boundaries of the dimension as much as you want. Tsk tsk] *TN: ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ: The only one in the world.


    ?[??(001.124): Fuck, at least tell me how to do it, old man.]


    ?[ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ*: Didn¡¯t I tell you the rules last time?]


    ?[??(001.124): ??? How do you know what¡¯s what?]


    ?[ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ*: ? You can understand by reading them, right?]


    ?[??(001.124): Shit, you martial art fuddy-duddy.]


    The contents of the article that I looked at for a moment were simply abyss.


    ¡°¡­What is this?¡±


    The sight of the gallery¡¯s residents talking about what only they knew seemed to make me dizzy. I thought I would have to use a different method to know exactly what this place is.


    ¡°Announcement¡­ Let¡¯s look at the announcement.¡±


    Fortunately, thanks to the large notice hanging at the top of the community, there was no need to wander in this sea of information.


    [¡®Gallery for Loners After Demise¡¯ Notice Board ver. 3.12]


    [1. Only the intellectual creatures left in the world can enter.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    After seeing five simple lines on the notice board, my guess was certain. There¡¯s no one else in the world but me now. They must have all died in the aftermath of the plague and the war.


    And the people who are making a lot of textual noise here are people from other worlds who are in a similar situation to me. Unless I¡¯m just seeing things before I die.


    ¡°Let¡¯s talk to someone first.¡±


    I decided not to think too much about this abnormal phenomenon. I was sick and tired of being alone anyway. Since this happened, it wouldn¡¯t be a bad idea to empty my head and burn the rest of my time.


    [Writer: 001.068)]


    [Title: I¡¯m receiving questions since I¡¯ll die in 3 weeks.]


    [????*] *TN: ???? on keyboard is asdf, which Korean people use when they don¡¯t have any context to put in their post.


    It was a random piece of writing that came to my mind. What kind of reaction will I get?


    The response as I refreshed the post with some anticipation was simply explosive.


    [?? (001.124): What is this? I¡¯ve never seen this IP before]


    [?? (023.708)] Are you a newbie? Are you a newbie?]


    [Suspiciously Rich* : What kind are you?]


    [Sekmusae*: A man? Is it a man??] *TN: Sekmusae (???) = Sex(??) + Parrot(???). The term is used to describe people who frequently shouts out ¡°Sex¡± for no reason.


    [ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ*: I want to ask you something. Is it Murimdongdo*?] *TN: The term is a content from Nine Dragons (????), an old online game from Korea.


    [Teacher of Wisdom*: Are you a wizard?]


    [Please let me eat raw a newborn*: Wow, how long has it been since I smelled a newbie?]


    The comments section quickly broke down due to people (?) asking questions about my identity and a group of people who were excited about the appearance of a new face and chatted among themselves. The number of comments exceeded 200 in an instant, so I couldn¡¯t answer them one by one and dug up a new article.


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: I¡¯m the one who said I would die in 3 weeks.]


    [Sorry, there are so many questions that I can¡¯t reply to everyone.


    First of all, I¡¯m male, a human being, and I¡¯m a 32-year-old normal person¡­


    Magic? Martial art? Aren¡¯t those things only in fantasy novels?]


    [?? (001.124): That¡¯s right. Shit, this is a normal reaction, you non-earth punks]


    [Sekmusae*: Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!]


    [ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ* : Huh!! How dare you doubt the great Mo Dao?]


    ?[??(023.708): How can he understand if you say that? You psycho who knows nothing but martial arts.]


    [Teacher of Wisdom*: Damn it, another muggle. When will we have a newbie mage?]


    [Suspiciously Rich*] Do your kind know anything about hybrid beasts?]


    ?[??: You furry bastard, there you go again]


    Even with the new article, comments began to appear in an instant. The problem is that most of the comments are talking among themselves. Fortunately, there was also a really kind helping hand among countless requests for a handshake.


    [??(023.708): If you newbie don¡¯t know what it is, read this first]


    An anonymous gentleman slipped me a link in a comment. When I pressed it, there were tips related to the gallery or points to be aware of, explanations of terms used, and brief introductions of long-term residents. If what was written on the gate of the gallery is a simple notice, it is an extract that accumulates all kinds of know-how.


    ¡°Wow¡­ Why is it so long?¡±


    The amount of text pressing the scroll made me frown. I heard that this is seriously a summary, but how long is this gallery¡¯s history?


    ¡°I¡¯ll watch this before I go to bed¡­¡±


    It was not fun even if I tried to live my life according to the manual. I decided to put the densely written gallery manual in a corner of the tab and first hit my body directly with a new stimulus that appeared in a year and 10 weeks.


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: How did you guys come here?]


    [I¡¯m here because of the epidemic and nuclear war, mankind has evaporated.]


    For a moment, I thought I made a mistake writing it. Did I mention a sensitive issue? Should I have just shut up and looked around silently?


    [?? (001.124): Because zombie apocalypse spread out.]


    [Teacher of Wisdom*: A war between magicians and non-magicians. Those muggles, are they going to get sick if they don¡¯t create a war?]


    [Sekmusae*: Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!]


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: Because it was about time to have perished¡­]


    [ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ*: Time has not kept up with me.]


    ?[Martial art addict¡¯s translator*: Got out after locking himself for practice and there was no one]


    ?[??: As expected, it¡¯s a translator. So efficient.]


    Fortunately, however, people didn¡¯t seem to feel very uncomfortable with these topics. Each comment briefly listed their own stories, ending in various forms.


    ¡­Maybe the end has already become a natural routine for them.

 CH 3

    Ep.3  The Fresh Newbie ¨C 3


    ¡°Each person has a distinctive story.¡±


    The pros living in the gallery must have had a lot of questions for me, but I also had a lot of questions for them. So I was going to post some questions on the gallery first.


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: So everyone here is filming a survival piece in their own world?]


    [How do you handle food?]


    Of course, not everyone is living in an environment where food, drinking water, and oxygen are limited like me, but I was still curious about other people¡¯s lives anyway.


    How do these people actually live? Although it was only an obvious post that began with a simple question, the comments were getting more spectacular.


    [??(001.124): Hunting. Fortunately, animals don¡¯t turn into zombies. I sometimes pick up raspberries]


    This was what I thought of as a normal survivor.


    [Teacher of Wisdom*: I don¡¯t need it since I¡¯m a lich.]


    [Analyzing big data*: I don¡¯t need a meal either. The energy required is being filled up by self-generating.]


    I was confused by the appearance of unexpected foreign forces.


    [ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ*: It doesn¡¯t matter as long as I can breathe]


    Some of them were less human than their superiors. According to the kind commentary added by the ancient figures for the newbie, the state of limitlessness was so great that he became a monster enough to secure the kinetic energy needed for his body just by breathing. I couldn¡¯t understand what he was talking about and I didn¡¯t want to.


    But there was a separate answer that made my headache the most¡­


    [Suspiciously Rich*: I order food though?]


    ?[Yes (001.068): ??? What?]


    ?[Suspiciously Rich*] I ordered it with an inter-dimensional delivery service. It¡¯s a bit of a rip-off, but the taste and nutrition balance is good.]


    It was a word that melted the horizon of my perception without breaking it. Inter-dimensional delivery service? What¡¯s that? There¡¯s something like that? Is this brat trying to joke with me because I¡¯m a newbie?


    [??(001.068): Stop saying shit. There¡¯s no such thing in this world haha.]


    ?[Suspiciously Rich*: You¡¯re pretty skeptical. There is nothing I can do. Tell me your location.]


    ?[??(001.068): My location..?]


    ?[Suspiciously Rich*: Yes. The last 6 digits of your IP. I¡¯ll prove it right away if you leave it with a secret comment.]


    How is that person going to prove it? In spite of my doubt, I wrote the last digit of my IP in a secret comment as the person said.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: Come to think of it, I didn¡¯t ask the most important question. Is there anything you want to eat right now?]


    ?[??(001.068): ¡­Chicken?]


    Answering his question without thinking, I felt some kind of expectation rising. No way¡­ No way, right?


    [Suspiciously Rich*: Got it. I¡¯ll send it to you right away.]


    Almost at the same time as the comment ran, something suddenly appeared in the air and fell to the floor with a thud? sound. I approached and looked at it with a little nervousness, and it was an ice box that was perfect no matter where I looked. Except that the material is an unidentified pure silver whole metal.


    ¡°This is crazy¡­¡±


    When I touched the box, the lid automatically opened. Inside, needless to say, was chicken. The comment window was seen updating in a corner of my view, mesmerized by the appearance of the hot steaming chicken box.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: Definitely golden olive for chicken. I didn¡¯t know what you¡¯d like, so I put one marinated and one fried for you. So you believe me now?]


    Memories of the past 62 weeks passed through the middle of my brain which had stopped working. The scene of space food, which is almost the same as combat food in the military, going down my throat for 440 days was reproduced automatically like a panorama.


    I mean, the space food wasn¡¯t so bad that I couldn¡¯t eat it. To be honest, it was hard to eat the same thing for more than a year. That¡¯s why, I missed the food of the earth so much, but because the earth was also destroyed, I thought I would only eat it until I die.


    [??(001.068): You¡­ Gosh¡­]


    ?[Suspiciously rich* :?]


    ?[001.068): You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God! You are God!]


    But he¡¯s buying me chicken? Korean people¡¯s soul food, chicken?


    [??(001.068): Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a hybrid beast when I grow up!]


    The frenzy of joy didn¡¯t stop until I was blocked for a minute by the admin. As soon as the blocking was lifted, I wrote a post and attached the proof shot with the chicken to show my gratitude.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: I¡¯m more than thrilled seeing you look so happy.]


    ?[001.068): I will never forget this great favor of yours, my hero..]


    While tearing off the chicken, I wrote a note next to the hero¡¯s nickname, ¡®Sweet Furry Guy, Favor 1 stack¡¯. If one of us returns to Earth, I will repay him with countless flying shots at all costs.


    While I was ripping off the drumstick after losing my mind for a while, I suddenly had a question. When I was full to some extent, the phrases I saw earlier aroused my curiosity.


    What should I do if I¡¯m curious? I¡¯m going to ask.


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: But what is this IP?]


    [I bet it¡¯s not like they¡¯re allocating IPs to telecommunication businesses.]


    As soon as I posted a question, there were answers in an instant. The answers were filled with enthusiasm and sincerity as if the image of me being curious about everything seemed adorable to them.


    If it was an ordinary community, I would be much more likely to be ignored or get cursed at for being nonsense, but in a sense, their appearance is closer to the users of a rotten work from a flopped game without any inflow than those vicious old users from other galleries. Well, I guess the heat will go down quickly in a day or two.


    [??023.708)] It¡¯s a four-dimensional topological location. One IP per world. If you know all 12 digits, you can know exactly where that world is.]


    ?[??(001.068): So it¡¯s impossible to identify where that person lives with just the first six characters?]


    ?[??(023.708): That¡¯s right. But think of it as your personal information and don¡¯t let it slip away as your personal information will be stolen from the moment 12 digits are exposed. Because you can use it to do bad things as much as you want.]


    I just sold that personal information for two chickens. Wouldn¡¯t it be better if you told me earlier? Well, even if I knew, I wouldn¡¯t have given up on chicken. It won¡¯t be a big deal anyway, given that you haven¡¯t stopped others from calling out your coordinates. Maybe.


    For reference, the unidentified ice box (?) disappeared without a trace as soon as I received the chicken. Does it have an automatic collect function? It was really unnecessary over-technology for a chicken delivery.


    By the way, how much money do I have to make to eat three meals a day with such extravagant services? I mean, how the hell do I make money that works in other dimensions in the first place? As a loner who can¡¯t be found in civilization? Do I have to do something with someone else from other dimensions?


    Solving one question raises another question as if it follows one after another. I was worried that this would never end, so I turned off the gallery and sat on the bed. It should be the right time to sleep after I read the gallery-related tips that someone told me earlier.


    ***


    [Tip. What is a shared ID and a fixed ID?]


    [When working in the gallery, there will be users with 6-digit IPs next to their nicknames and users who do not. Those who do not see UP next to nicknames are those who entered their personal information and officially signed up for membership and do not add IP to distinguish users because it is impossible to overlap between nicknames. This is called fixed ID or Gonic for short.]


    [However, if you are not formally subscribed, you can write and comment in the gallery, but you cannot prevent the duplication of any nickname, so many users of the same nickname can occur. Therefore, they are distinguished by disclosing some of the four-dimensional phase coordinates and IP. Of course, it is impossible to completely identify the first digits because they may overlap equally with only six-digit IP, but if all 12 digits are disclosed, the risk of personal information leakage is too high, so it takes its current form. These users are referred to as shared-nick, or Shared for short.]

 CH 4

    Ep.4 Moderator ¨C 1


    I was sleepy while reading the tips post, but when I came to my senses, I already slept for 8 hours.


    ¡°It¡¯s been a long time since I had a good night¡¯s sleep.¡±


    There have been a few nights that I haven¡¯t slept well since I was in distress on Mars, and I thought it was thanks to the hearty meal of chicken. Or I might be living while losing my mind and calming down by the scent of something similar to a person in the gallery.


    ¡°All right, it¡¯s chicken this morning, too.¡±


    Even though the chickens are good, it was physically impossible for me to eat two chickens in a meal. After simply heating up about half of the chicken left, I turned on the gallery as if it was a habit to use it daily.


    ¡°?¡±


    For some reason, the gallery¡¯s atmosphere was pretty noisy when I went in this morning. Well, come to think of it, it¡¯s morning here, but I don¡¯t know about other places. Is the concept of time the same as here? Even Mars and Earth are completely different in the same length of a day, but by this time of the world, isn¡¯t it possible that a day can be 48 hours or time can flow three times more than here?


    I put aside the rising questions for a moment, and I began to figure out what the hell happened to the gallery. When I was a newbie, I wasn¡¯t this loud, but it was so noisy I wondered if something bad happened.


    [I want to destroy that bastard] [3]


    [If you miss ¡®Justice of Light¡¯, should I press like?][56]


    [What are you doing not doing moderator work???] [2]


    [My eyes are really filled with darkness, you bitch]


    At first glance, the gallery was not in a heavenly atmosphere. Rather, there was a mess of anger, irritation, disgust, and resentment. In this case, I should ask and see anything, not get stuck in the bait without knowing it. I posted a question as a humble newbie.


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: What¡¯s happening now? The newbie is lost right now.]


    [It¡¯s my second day since I joined the gallery. Can someone explain the situation?]


    It was so confusing that one new post came up every three seconds, but surprisingly, my question was not buried and the comments began to run one by one. Despite the unusually fast flow of the interactions, the pros who caught the smell of a fresh newbie came. As expected, being in a gallery is not an easy task.


    [??(114.603): Jonglin, listen carefully. Don¡¯t just click on anything]


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: The filthy dark servant has poisoned the gallery! Oh my god!! It¡¯s blasphemy!]


    [??(023.708): Let me explain briefly. One person is filming a funny Mad Movie right now for aggro. Be careful to not get nasty pictures.]


    [Sekmusae*: Sek sad¡­]


    ?[??: If even this brat is disappointed, what kind of picture did you  spread?]


    ?[Sekmusae* : (Frog sweating meme)]


    The answers to the question post were rough as follows. They said that one of the interested people residing in the gallery all day entered the Goroshi moderator with all kinds of trouble.


    [Tip. What is ¡®moderator¡¯?]


    [It refers to the managers who voluntarily took charge of gallery¡¯s management among Gonick users. In terms of school, it can be considered as a position corresponding to the student department. Fixed-nick users who are in charge of administrators are usually called blue tickets, or pattak, because the * the mark next to the static is blue. Also, the moderator, which is in charge of the management of the gallery, is called Juttak because * the mark is orange


    [Tip. What is ¡®Goroshi¡¯?]


    [It refers to the act of maliciously slandering or making certain users of the gallery in trouble. There are various reasons for doing goroshi, but it can be said that it is generally to screw the other person or attract the attention of the gallery. It is in line with the ¡®sniper¡¯ that exposes someone¡¯s fault, but it can be seen that the ¡®Goroshi¡¯ that bothers the other in various indirect ways other than direct disputes is used as a more comprehensive concept.]


    [¡®Goroshi''(š¢¤·) means ¡®killing¡¯ in Japanese. Originally, it was a minor term in the otaku affiliation used by only a small number of users among those from the earth, but it quickly became a common term in the gallery due to the texture and clarity of the word.]


    That person argued with the moderator without fear. I tilted my head to the more unknown ecology of the gallery and posted an additional question.


    [Writer: 001.068)]


    [Title: So a troublemaker is going crazy because a moderator is calling him out?]


    [Then why can¡¯t they just block him?]


    Didn¡¯t I get a chicken as a gift yesterday and eat a minute block from the moderator while leaving comments of gratitude? Can¡¯t they just block him permanently if there are troubles? Why are they just sitting there and watching the gallery get to this point?


    My question was solved immediately by the friendly long-time users.


    [??(023.708): It¡¯s not that they don¡¯t block him, it¡¯s useless to do it. There¡¯s no answer if you just block the guy because they¡¯re selling new accounts indefinitely through VPN.]


    [??(001.124): If they restrict the mobile activities to catch him, only irrelevant users die. Guys like me.]


    [Suspiciously Rich*: One person who wasn¡¯t as good as before hung a 16-digit code and almost blew up that day.]


    ?[??(001.124): Of course. Fuck, imagine that you need to type a single-use 16-digit code every time you write a comment. All the shared-nick are going to die]


    ?[??(114.603): It¡¯s not like he¡¯s not terrorizing me with nasty pictures hahaha. You just have to wait. What else can you do?]


    I couldn¡¯t help but admire the attitude of the long-time users who seemed to have already mastered it. Unlike other young children who played with troubles, twisted their bodies, and cursed, they smelled of fossils that were just standing still.


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: I understand that they can¡¯t block him, but what¡¯s wrong with him?]


    [If you want to get attention, you just have to terrorize with nasty pictures. Why would he kill the moderator? Did they not get along well?]


    As I said, if he just wanted to drag an aggro, shouldn¡¯t he just spread out nasty pictures? Why did he have to pick a fight with a moderator? Does he have any personal grudge?


    However, the answers given by the long-time users were simply something that was completely beyond my expectations.


    [??(023.708): There¡¯s no particular grudge between the two¡­ He doesn¡¯t have any¡­]


    [??(114.603): Should I say it¡¯s the opposite?]


    [??(001.124): Simply put, Juttaks are like Batman, and troublemakers are like Joker. They¡¯re protesting to get Juttaks to comes out. I mean, in this case, courtship sounds more appropriate?]


    ¡°¡­???¡±


    Their comments only made me more confused. The gallery users gave me a more detailed explanation as I was pinging countless hooks.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: Troll, fixed ID ¡®The Lord of Darkness¡¯? or Dark Lord for short.


    He was a famous user in the gallery. He spent his time in the gallery all day long enough to say that he had lived his life in the gallery.]


    [??(023.708): We¡¯re also stuck in the gallery all day, but couldn¡¯t compare to him. Without having time to eat and sleep, he literally spent 24 hours in the gallery.]


    [??(114.603): Most of the gallery users spend all their free time in the gallery because they simply have time. But he didn¡¯t even need to eat, sleep or poop, you know. Because he¡¯s not a person, he¡¯s a devil.]


    What? Did I hear it wrong? A devil? The one that goes around and terrorize with nasty pictures in the gallery?


    [??(001.124): It¡¯s unbelievable that he¡¯s the devil, right? Honestly, I didn¡¯t see it myself, so I feel you.]


    [A Passing Scholar*: He was a lot better than I thought at the time. He was usually a gentleman who would post small talk or tips on magic research. He didn¡¯t do anything like spamming or terrorizing with nasty pictures.]


    So why the hell is he being like that now?


    [??(023.708): He was just a normal user except that he spent time on the gallery all day, but when a new fixed ID appeared, he started to go completely nuts.]


    ?[??(001.068): I bet that person is a juttak now.]


    ?[??(023.708): Yeah. Ever since the present juttak, ¡®Justice of Light¡¯, joined the gallery, Dark Lord began to follow her around. When Justice of Light uploaded a post, Dark Lord would leave a comment, and if Justice of Light left a comment, Dark Lord would reply to her comment.]


    Dark Lord followed ¡®Justice of Light¡¯ around like a stalker, but they said that ¡®Justice of Light¡¯ didn¡¯t show much interest. There was a high chance that she had blocked Dark Lord. Then one day, when ¡®Justice of Light¡¯ got appointed as a moderator, Dark Lord came up with an amazing idea.


    ¡®If she shows no interest, why don¡¯t I just bully until I get one?¡¯


    Thanks to his demonic idea, Dark Lord immediately began to mess around in all kinds of creative ways. But only when there¡¯s no juttak around.


    [Thatstoomuch*: They usually do goroshi when the other person is online in the gallery. If the other person shows some reaction, you can keep teasing and scratching his or her nerves, or you can unilaterally beat the other person if she or he doesn¡¯t resist. It¡¯s meaningless to make a fuss when the other person isn¡¯t there]


    [??(023.708): But that guy¡­ He acted the other way around. If there¡¯s no juttaks around, he will mess around, but once one appears, he will disappear like nothing happened.]


    [??(001.124): It¡¯s like Joker setting Batman¡¯s mark afloat in the sky. ¡®If you don¡¯t come soon, Gotham will be in a mess¡¯ something like that.]


    [Suspiciously Rich*: It¡¯s not that kind of crime based on any grudges. If he really hated the opponent, he would try to kick the other person out of the gallery, not calling her out. This is rather¡­]


    [Sekmusae*:  It¡¯s love! Eros! Libido! Sex!]


    As I was dumbfounded and horrified by the crazy principle of behavior, someone whispered.


    [??: Hey, look over there. The ¡®heroine¡¯ is coming?]


    When I refreshed the gallery as I saw the short comment, a new hot notice was posted.


    [Writer: Justice of Light*]


    [Title: I¡¯m going to take full control from now on]


    [Words that don¡¯t fit the theme of the gallery or that create an unspecified number of hate will be deleted without warning.]


    There is one comment registered almost at the same time as the announcement in the announcement announcing the launch of Tiananmen Gate.


    [The Dark Lord* : (Appraisal to the moderator)]


    Seeing the real madness, I totally lost my mind.

 CH 5

    Ep.5  Moderator ¨C 2


    As the long-time users said, as soon as the juttak appeared, the gallery became silent as if nothing happened. Honestly, I didn¡¯t think it would be a problem even if it¡¯s just spam or clickbait, but I was just not looking at anything other than my writing because I thought that if I saw any nasty pictures, my mind would be corrupted. I didn¡¯t want to imagine what the contents would be if it was such a nasty picture that would make everyone disgusted, even just on the playing gallery in dimension union.


    After repeatedly confirming the peaceful atmosphere, I also began to carefully click on the posts on the bulletin board one by one as if I were peeping out of the air-raid shelter.


    [Writer: Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*]


    [Title: Shit, you really crossed the line now, you faggot.]


    [Tell me your location, Dark Lord! I¡¯m going to burn you alive today.]


    [Writer: Dragon Ascent*]


    [Title: Take me with you]


    [That lunatic. Let¡¯s introduce the good culture of Jwibulnori* to him.] *TN: A Korean game in which participants create streaks of light by swinging cans filled with burning items.


    I should correct it. The gallery is still very far from peace. If no one¡¯s doing anything, a murder, no, a devil murder case will happen, and in that atmosphere, I just silently read the room.


    [This post has been deleted.]


    [This post has been deleted.]


    Soon after, when the angry victims were suppressed by the moderators, I carefully questioned the old users who were watching the situation together.


    [??(001.068): Why are they so angry?]


    If it were me, I would be angry if I was attacked, but is it something to be that angry about? The antiquities added an explanation to my question with popcorn emoticons.


    [??(023.708): That¡¯s understandable. It¡¯s not just a nasty picture, it¡¯s a personalized nasty picture.]


    A nasty picture is what it is. What do you mean by ¡®personalized¡¯?


    [??(023.708)]: Simply put, the contents of nasty pictures are not fixed. It depends on the person seeing it.]


    ?[??(001.068): ?? Is that possible?]


    ?[??(023.708): It¡¯s usually impossible. Until now, the joke is not just a joke, the real problem is he¡¯s a devil who¡¯s been slaughtering humans for thousands of years. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s a relief or a misfortune that he only uses his magic to make variable nasty pictures¡­]


    ?[??(001.068): Then that nasty picture is¡­]


    ?[?23 (023.708): It¡¯s the most disgusting picture to anyone who sees it. In some cases, it turns into a scene that corresponds to trauma or phobia, not just a dislike. In my case, it was a picture of a palm-sized wild spider jumping up and down.]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: FYI, 4D and audio functions are also supported.]


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    Only then did users who were running wild with anger begin to understand. If something like that pops out of nowhere from a thoughtless click, it¡¯s understandable that you get furious.


    [Cold Sleep*: And they¡¯re normally a bit of a jerk. Like no one would be able to tell that they¡¯re bullies.]


    ?[Dragon Ascent* : Exactly]


    [??(023.708): To add that you might misunderstand, he¡¯s usually a good person¡­ People? It¡¯s people. It¡¯s not easy to get his rage on. Just¡­ It¡¯s terrible once he¡¯s angry.]


    I understand that they are people who should never be touched. Next to their nickname, the suppressed users carefully posted a note saying ¡®Cautious: Burning¡¯ as if they were afraid someone would see, and continued doing things in the gallery.


    [??(001.068): Although the one who created this fuss is great, the one who avoids it is also amazing. How did you avoid the combo of nasty pictures and clickbait posts?]


    ?[??(023.708): There¡¯s no way you would know beforehand to avoid it. It must be pure luck.]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: The first ones to be attacked are screaming for him to get out of the gallery. Thank you. Remove the landmine!]


    ?[??(001.068): Ah haha]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: (¡®As long as it¡¯s not me¡¯ picture)]


    After calming down the angry users, the gallery has entered a true peace phase. It¡¯s when my heart is warmed by the sight of the gallery users who are complacent and shout nonsense as usual. Some questions popped into my mind because of this event.


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: What¡¯s good about being the moderator?]


    [I heard that the users who used to do that voluntarily put their moderators on their own. How much do you get from doing that?]


    At first, I heard that moderator was a kind of voluntary managerial job, so I thought it would be enough to block some malicious users and delete some comments. But if you think about it carefully, didn¡¯t the moderators erase that variable nasty picture? They even check whether the contents are really disgusting or not.


    Don¡¯t tell me they¡¯re not going to pay the survivors of the ruined world conservative, and what do they get from doing such mental labor? As I was filled with curiosity, the gallery users told me the truth after a brief silence.


    [??(023.708) : ¡­Nothing.]


    ?[??(001.068): Huh?


    ?[??(023.708): They don¡¯t get anything. It¡¯s just simply a volunteer job.]


    Unpaid¡­ labor? Why the hell would anyone do that?


    [Suspiciously Rich*: There¡¯s no special reason. Well, you know. If there are mosquitoes flying in the room, you want to catch them, right? The people who applied for moderators are probably no different from that. They were just angry to see those brats messing around in the gallery so much that they stepped up.]


    ?[??(001.068): Right.]


    It¡¯s a similar psychology to not being able to stand the mess in the room. Certainly, speaking of which, it seems to be somewhat persuasive.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: And most of all, for most people here, this gallery is practically everything.]


    I couldn¡¯t immediately respond to the words added by Sweet Furry Guy and murmured. Because I couldn¡¯t feel anything from his words.


    This is not a normal community. A group of people left alone in the world, the last remaining in each world. The situation that each person faces will be different, but the fact that he or she is alone remains unchanged. Since there is no civilization or society, there is no job, and there is no obligation or entertainment except for minimal survival activities.


    For those people, it¡¯s safe to say that this gallery is actually their life. It¡¯s not just me, but most of the users chat here in a natural atmosphere.


    They use this place as the only channel for human relations.


    [??(001.068): That¡¯s true¡­ If the only community I can do is explode, I¡¯m not going to just get angry.]


    When that day comes, I think the trolls, who set off the gallery, will be caught and get public fire execution. It was frightening to imagine.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: If you think so, it¡¯s worth being a moderator. Of course, I won¡¯t do it though.]


    ?[??(001.068) : Really haha]


    ?[??(023.708) : Really haha]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: Really haha]


    ?[Justice of Light*: ¡­.]


    We were laughing and chattering for a while, but then there¡¯s still one question which hasn¡¯t been resolved.


    [??(001.068): But what¡¯s wrong with Dark Lord or whatever he is? What did you do that made him follow you around like that?]


    They said he was bullying her not because he hated her, but he liked her, but who is this juttak? How did a thousand-year-old devil throw away his dignity to stalker her so persistently?


    [Suspiciously Rich*: Well. I don¡¯t know because the juttak hasn¡¯t done anything in the first place.]


    [??(023.708): It¡¯s not been that long since Juddak first spoke up here. Has it been a year?]


    [Cold Sleep*: She doesn¡¯t write many posts on the gallery. Although, she¡¯s doing a great job as a moderator.]


    Even the old users who seemed to answer anything when asked seemed to be not sure about this. At the time when the incident seemed to be falling into a maze, the clue came from an unexpected person.


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: ? You guys don¡¯t know that juttak was a warrior, right?]


    ?[? (023.708) : ?? Really?]


    ?[Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: Yeah. The first time Justice of Light came, I asked her what she did to end up here. Then, she answered ¡°Warrior¡± and I got dumbfounded.]


    ?[??(001.068): What¡¯s wrong with that? Even if a devil is active in the gallery, why can¡¯t a warrior be here?]


    ?[Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: ¡­¡­You really don¡¯t understand what it means to have a warrior left alone at the end?]


    ¡°¡­¡­!!¡±


    The moment I realized what the word meant, I was speechless.


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: The definition of a warrior varies slightly from world to world, but it generally means ¡®chosen by God¡¯, ¡®Defeating the devil¡¯ and ¡®Defending mankind¡¯]


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: But the fact that there are no gods, humans, or even warriors left until the end¡­]


    If mankind had won, the devil would have died and the days of warriors would have ended. And the last thing left is a high probability of being served to a human god. If the devil had won, the warrior would have died and the age of God would have ended. And the last thing left is the devil himself, with a high probability.


    From a warrior¡¯s perspective, they would have hoped for the victory of mankind, but civilization continues no matter which side wins. The loser will be persecuted by the winner and enslaved, but as time goes by, the memorial of balance will be restored someday. That would be the usual ¡®healthy adjustment¡¯.


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: It¡¯s codestruction. God and the devil, mankind and the race. Everyone must have been destroyed after a fierce battle. It¡¯s the worst ending for a warrior.]


    ***


    At the time when there was a heated conversation in the gallery. The person involved was not looking at the gallery.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    Her jewel-like turquoise eyes stared into space. Swords and spears, arrows and axes. On the top of a hill, countless weapons stuck in without its owner


    In the place where the divine sword was crossed with the demon¡¯s masterpiece, the last warrior was carefully reflecting on the scene she saw earlier.


    While everyone in the gallery was crying out at the nasty mess, the moment when she silently clicked on the post and was about to delete it to quell the situation.


    The sight of the warrior was too far from hatred and fear.


    Because what a variable image showed to a warrior is, nothing much but?


    Because it was the image of her smiling colleagues, which she won¡¯t be able to see anymore.


    The scenery of the days when the feeling of happiness appeared clearly, which doesn¡¯t exist even a little bit now.


    To the mischievous devil in another world, transforming the thing that she missed into an image.


    ¡°Dark Lord, you¡­¡±


    Ferrergreen Ariarondo, a warrior and a failure, closed her eyes with a vague sadness.


    ¡°What the hell do you want from me?¡±

 CH 6

    Ep.6  Moderator ¨C 3


    Although a big clue was added that juttak was a warrior, in the end, it wasn¡¯t possible to find out the decisive reason why Dark Lord was obsessed with Jutak. There was no way to know exactly how the fact that Dark Lord was a devil and juttak was a warrior was related to Dark Lord¡¯s abnormal obsession.


    Users who had nothing to do in the gallery put their heads together and came up with various hypotheses, but in the end, there were not enough pieces to complete the puzzle. For your information, there were roughly these hypotheses that the gallery users put forward¡­


    [??(023.708): Did he live too long without a suitable opponent so he needed a new stimulus?]


    [Cold Sleep*: So he¡¯s provoking a warrior just because he wants to fight? That makes sense.]


    Dark Lord is looking for a new challenger to fight with an opponent on the same level as him.


    [??(114.603): I don¡¯t think so. Maybe the devil doesn¡¯t have any lingering feelings in his life?]


    [That¡¯s Too Much*: Maybe he started to want to die, so he¡¯s looking for someone who can defeat him.]


    ¡°The Devil¡¯s Suicide Prayer Theory¡± which is about Dark Lord who has lived too long and is slowly looking for a grave site.


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: I¡¯m sure he¡¯s having something shady like a dark seed in his mind anyway.]


    [Dragon Ascent*: He must just enjoy a suffering warrior.]


    Dark Lord¡¯s pure malice is messing with juttak. ¡®Because¡­ it¡¯s fun¡¯.


    [Scholar Passing By*: Maybe he just wants to wife the warrior. Since he has lived alone for thousands of years, he must¡¯ve started feeling lonely.]


    ?[Suspiciously Rich*: What? Warrior is a woman???]


    ?[Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: Didn¡¯t you guys read too many warrior novels? The gender of a warrior depends on the god of revelation. If it¡¯s male, it¡¯s male warrior, and if it¡¯s female, it¡¯s female warrior. It¡¯s a prejudice to think that warriors are all men]


    ?[??(001.068): Although, there are many female warriors in the hero movies or novels. But since most of those content go with the same plot (with men).]


    ?[??(001.124): So what happens if God has no gender?]


    ?[Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: In that case, you can pick any gender. Instead, God is fixed with the same gender as the warrior.]


    ?[Sekmusae*: ??? ??? ???????? ??? ???]


    Dark Lord has a crush on juttak romantically, the ¡®Ack, kill me¡¯ theory, etc.


    All kinds of hypotheses appeared and went through people¡¯s discussions, but in the end, the discussion ended without any clear conclusions. In the first place, the main reason was the unexpectedly lack of information on Dark Lord, the subject of the act, whatever the warrior did.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: Now that I think about it, I don¡¯t really know what kind of person Dark Lord is.]


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: He¡¯s never talked about his past


    [Scholar Passing by*: Most of the topics we talked about interestingly were related to magic.]


    The gallery¡¯s old users knew little, except that Dark Lord was an absurdly long-lived old monster, that his knowledge of magic was one of the most profound in the gallery, and that he showed a strong obsession with juttak. He doesn¡¯t talk, so there¡¯s no way they know.


    Right after the debate ended, the gallery regained the atmosphere with all of them just being noisy.


    [Notice]


    Everyone in the gallery paid attention to the sudden new notice.


    [Writer: Justice of Light*]


    [Title: Recruiting a new moderator.]


    [Recently, I felt the need to have an additional moderator to manage the gallery.


    Therefore, if you are interested in applying, please leave a comment on the notice.


    Shared users cannot apply. We¡¯ll accept the application for 5 minutes.]


    It was an announcement to get a new moderator. Perhaps because of the presence of Dark Lord who makes a fuss every time they¡¯re away, they¡¯re recruiting more moderator to manage the gallery.


    However, not a single comment was posted until the number of views on the notice reached 1,000. In a scary silence, I could feel the determination not to apply for the moderator position of the users. Anyway, I didn¡¯t even sign up for a fixed ID yet, so I was just watching as if it were someone else¡¯s business.


    [??(001.068) : ¡­? Come to think of it, I heard that applying for a moderator position is voluntary though, so what happens if no one wants to do it like right now?]


    To my blunt question, another shared ID replied.


    [??(023.708): Well¡­]


    Exactly five minutes after the notice was posted.


    [??(023.708): Because we don¡¯t want to get involved, so we didn¡¯t apply.]


    Someone¡¯s scream made the gallery cry out.


    [Writer: ??(602.515)]


    [Title: Juttak, you bitch.]


    [What are you doing? Hurry up and unblock me!!!!!!]


    [(Picture attached)]


    The mysterious flow suddenly appeared and expressed his injustice as nothing but the gonic ¡®Cold Sleep¡¯ who was enjoying hanging around in the gallery while laughing until just now. The photo he posted briefly contained the message that his fixed ID got blocked and the reason for the blocking.


    [??(602.515): Does it make sense to you that you¡¯re permanently blocked if the pattak doesn¡¯t take it. This is a violence!]


    On the profile bubble which said ¡®Reason for blocking: Be a pattak and get out yourself¡¯, ¡®Cold Sleep¡¯ protested while getting into a lather.


    [Justice of Light*: You just have to accept it. If you don¡¯t want to take it, you can just read the comments instead.]


    In the end, he was brutally suppressed under the attack of juttak, who even blocked even the shared IP. Now that Gonic and Shared users are under seal, all he can do is give up writing posts, leaving comments and can only look at them on the gallery, or use VPN to clone as a shared user like Dark Lord.


    [??(023.708): Does anyone break through the VPN? Whether it¡¯s magic or informational superpowers, VPN needs to have the minimum level to try]


    ?[??(001.068): Then can¡¯t they just read the comments instead of writing?]


    ?[??(023.708): He¡¯s just saying that it¡¯s not his business. Would you want to be mute in the only community with no substitute? He should just accept to be a pattak, since doing the other thing is dirty.]


    It was certainly as he said. Less than a minute later, ¡®Cold Sleep¡¯ eventually appeared with a blue-colored label.


    [Cold Sleep* : Shit! I¡¯m a slave! I can¡¯t believe I became a no-paid slave who goes around to delete post!!]


    ?[??(023.708): (¡®As long as it¡¯s not me¡¯ meme)]


    ?[Suspiciously rich*: The last cold spell is to turn yourself blue¡­!]


    ?[Dragon Ascent*: You always called the cold juttak a know-it-all, but you actually fell for him, right? Hahahahahahaha]


    His indignant appearance suddenly reminded me of a conversation just a few minutes ago.


    ***


    [Suspiciously Rich*: If you think so, it¡¯s not bad being a moderator. Of course, I won¡¯t risk it.]


    ?[??(001.068) : Really haha]


    ?[?? (023.708) : Really haha]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: Really haha]


    ?[Justice of Light*: ¡­.]


    ***


    I got goosebumps all over my body when I thought of juttak, who was quietly watching everything. But isn¡¯t it weird?


    [Cold Sleep*: But you two shared users also said that, someone even said it first, so why did I get targeted?]


    As I questioned whether he also felt the discomfort I felt, a party appeared and answered calmly.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: Because I used to be juttak, too.]


    ?[Cold Sleep* : What?]


    ?[Suspiciously Rich*]  They don¡¯t force people who was moderator. You should¡¯ve be careful at where you were lying and laughed. Don¡¯t let your guard down because there¡¯s someone in front of you.]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: Rude bastard]


    ?[Cold Sleep* : (¡®I was played by bad guys again¡¯ meme)]


    After all, he was also a relative newbie who hadn¡¯t collected anything yet. I said as I watched him being dragged to take over the position, swallowing my anger.


    [??(001.068)] But can they force people to do that? Was voluntary support all lie?]


    ?[??(023.708): If there aren¡¯t many people to manage the gallery, the quality will go down in an instant, so there¡¯s no choice.]


    ?[Suspiciously Rich*: Others like it because it¡¯s not their business anyway. There¡¯s one more free slave.]


    ?[Dragon Ascent*: And frankly, most of the guys who applies for the pattak position want to use the power as a moderator to mess around. This is safer.]


    ?[??(001.124)] Actually, he looks like he doesn¡¯t like it, but he¡¯s probably enjoying it on the inside. Aside from being lazy, there¡¯s nothing more fun than breaking the head of those trolls.]


    ?[Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: If I¡¯m going to be dragged anyway, then I¡¯m going to draw attention on the gallery.]


    ?[Sekmusae*: A disingenuous slave who talks differently]


    I learned a big lesson from the reaction of the old users who just happily opened popcorn and enjoyed it.


    At least, if I¡¯m going to sell out a gonic, don¡¯t rush it in front of juttak.

 CH 7

    Ep.7  Popular Board ¨C 1


    Time flew by and it was already lunch time. I looked out of the window, insisting on my usual space food. I sighed with confusion at the appearance of the Earth, which looked small in the distance.


    Thanks to a helping hand as I encountered in the gallery, I somehow ate two meals, but at the same time, the additional grace period given is less than a day. No, technically, the water remains the same, so is it the time that I can endure also the same anyway?


    ¡°Is there any point in continuing to live? This.¡±


    It¡¯s true that I got pleasure and comfort by looking at the gallery, but that and the grim reality were separate matters. Lack of food, lack of  water. However, oxygen could continue to be replenished with one oxygen generator if there was enough electricity, and all the unnecessary functions inside the spaceship were turned off, so there was nothing short of electricity unless the small generator broken.


    But that was all. There was nothing more I could do in the middle of Mars. In a movie that was equally devastated by Mars, the main character worked hard to get water and plant potatoes, but that brat was a botanist and mechanical engineer. I¡¯m a rover pilot, not a researcher. The researchers are now two people buried on the floor.


    ¡°The pilot of a spaceship who can¡¯t take off or land¡­ Oh, gosh.¡±


    Isn¡¯t it just like a silent knight? I laughed bitterly and scratched my head. I couldn¡¯t even wash myself for a long time, so I felt an unpleasant itch in my hair. I feel like shit though, but what can I do? There was not enough water to drink, so there was no room for water to wash.


    I was lost in thought, staring into the air with empty eyes. It¡¯s just a guess, but perhaps the problem of food and water could be solved somehow through the gallery. I thought of Sweet Furry Guy, who sent me fried chicken at once through an inter-dimensional delivery service.


    ¡°I can get anything¡­ at an appropriate price¡±


    The problem is there¡¯s nothing I can pay for right now. Actually, it wasn¡¯t a problem to worry about now. If I try to find out a solution, I¡¯ll find a way to make a living. It might look unpleasant and pathetic, but isn¡¯t it okay to beg? There might be someone who will have sympathy and step out to help me on that gallery where no one has to worry about living. Or not. Then I have to die. What can I do?


    Anyway, there was another serious problem. Yeah, I decide to take care of the eating and drinking situation through the glallery.


    So how long am I going to live like that?


    ¡°There is no future if I stay on Mars. But it¡¯s not like Earth has the answer¡­¡±


    By now, the Earth will not be a place for people to live due to mutated viruses and radiation, so what¡¯s the point of going back to Earth? Is it worth trying to get back to the earth where there¡¯s no one in the first place?


    ¡°I¡¯m stuck, fuck it.¡±


    I didn¡¯t want to die. If I were going to die because the situation was a little stuffy, I would have died holding hands with the two outside. However, it was also true that there was no sign of an easy solution to the accumulated problems in front of me. I frowned in frustration and made a painful sound, and soon shouted, loosening my expression.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know anymore!¡±


    There is no answer if I wrap my head around the problem which cannot be estimated even if I think hard about it. However, there was a little hope because of the unknown area of the gallery. I¡¯ll get a clue while spending time on the gallery. So I turned on the gallery again.


    [¡®Gallery for Loners After Demise¡¯]


    I accessed the gallery as I did yesterday and earlier, but what I wanted to see this time was not just a post. As usual, I passed through users chatting and entered a separate bulletin board from the entire bulletin board.


    Even in the gallery, the posts are so popular that they can be kept separately. Categories that are categorized by collecting only such posts.


    It¡¯s to look at the ¡®Popular Board¡¯.


    [Tip. What is ¡®Popular Board¡¯?]


    [A saying that refers to a board that is filled with more than a certain number of recommendations and comments from the gallery. It originated from the meaning of ¡®Popular Board¡¯ and is also called ¡®Hot Board¡¯.]


    [It is not particularly beneficial to upload your writing as a conceptual post, but it will make you feel like you are recognized by many people, so the users, who are sensitive to fame, often aim for an opportunity to become a popular post.]


    [In rare cases, sometimes they are sent to popular post to humiliate the nonsense speaking people. In other words, public execution and getting stuffed at the same time]


    I¡¯d like to go through all the posts in this gallery from beginning to end, but it was physically impossible. Presumably, if I read ten pages carefully, there will be at least five pages of poor writing. It would have taken an unimaginable amount of time to withstand the weight of the text deposited in real time.


    And at least it was obvious that time wasn¡¯t on my side. It was obvious that even 10% of the gallery was hard to experience within three weeks. Therefore, shouldn¡¯t it be necessary to filter out unnecessary amounts as much as possible and take in only the extract?


    Popular board is the same as the rough map of crazy hot issue in the gallery¡­! Although there must be some information that I don¡¯t need, such as funny post or troll post, if it¡¯s this much¡­


    With that though in mind, I began to go through the popular board from top to bottom.


    [Writer: Hard As Rock*]


    [Title: Whip. Whip. You fucker. Whip. Whip. You. Fucker.]


    [(Picture attached)]


    However, despite the initial judgment, something was already quite contrary to my expectations from the monumental first popular post. I frowned at the attached picture without a single text.


    ¡°¡­? Stone statue? Why is he holding a knife?¡±


    The picture of the stone statue clutching two swords with a furious expression was all in the post. I quickly scanned the comment section because I wondered what this was about, since that strange pose seemed to confront something.


    [Dragon Ascent*: Hahahahahaha Golem shake, look at him getting poop on his head.]


    [Cold Sleep*: He must be mad hahahahahaha. Look at his face that didn¡¯t move at all]


    [??(023.708): The strongest guardian of historical sites (Cannot avoid bird pooping on his head) Hahahahahahaha]


    It¡¯s confusing, but the main character of the picture seems to be a living stone Golem, not just a stone statue. He was also obviously a member of this gallery and a survivor. He said that only the top of his head was white compared to his gray body, but it was not originally that color, he seemed to have been pooped on by birds.


    [??(001.068): I thought he was losing hair again hahahahahahaha]


    What the hell is funny about this. I moved on to the next post, gently pressing down on the corner of my mouth, which was about to rise.


    [Writer : ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ*]


    [Title: This is not martial art!]


    [Hwasan¡¯s Guide of Dog Beating? Magyo¡¯s 108 Movements? Namgung Clan¡¯s Asura Flying Martial Art??? Damn it!! You must¡¯ve lost your mind! How dare you give this kindling to me?!]


    This post puzzled me in a different sense than the previous one. What is she talking about, you otaku? For me, who has never read martial arts novels, it was difficult to even tell what those words meant. Unlike me, the comment section was almost like a festival.


    [Teacher of Wisdom*: Oh-ho, are you holding it in? Then¡­]


    [??(001.124) : Sign it, you martial art addict!]


    [??(023.708): Cheonma Death Beam* is¡­ your signature move then.] *TN: A famous funny quote from a character in the novel ??? ?? ?? ??? (The black-haired foreigner from this world(?)) between fans of martial art novels.


    [Teacher of Wisdom: ¡°500 times more internal injuries¡±]


    [ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ*: EUARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!


    I don¡¯t know what¡¯s going on, but it seems that the situation was in the midst of a group of users bullying an elder in the gallery. I passed through the mess and quietly moved on to the next post.


    [Writer: Dragon Ascent*]


    [Title: Those frost mages, I really want to kill them all]


    [I¡¯m so angry even thinking about it now. Shit, if it wasn¡¯t because of those mother fuckers. Ha]


    [(Picture attached)]


    This was a long post written by one of the gonics who wrote down ¡®Warning: Burning¡¯ next to his ID earlier. The picture attached in the middle was all white without any contents, so I didn¡¯t even know there was a picture at first.


    [Can you see this? This is our front yard.


    You can¡¯t see anything? I guess so. Rare entrance is completely buried in the snow


    After the game, I slept for a while, and during that time at the white tower, those sick bastards created a proper mess.


    The whole world froze after they used ice magic from a white dragon heart to experiment with magic at the tower.


    I don¡¯t know how powerful it is but it¡¯s been more than 500 years since, and the ice age is not over¡­


    Even those dragons are frozen except for me damn it hahahaha. If this is not a comedy then what.


    It¡¯s all thanks to him that I got to join the gallery haha. I¡¯m so thankful that I don¡¯t know what to do. What¡¯s the point of knowing how to use a bit of magic? Maybe because their brains are frozen, their intelligence is no more than a hatchling. But seeing them show off themselves as magicians, I just want to breathe fire.


    Be careful when you see those frost mages around you. You don¡¯t know when you¡¯ll get trolled.]


    I almost got goosebumps because of the fierce long writing. I looked down at the comment section while shivering, and people were even taking it further.


    [Cold Sleep*: Look at him writing a novel with an empty picture hahaha. He just likes fabricating like he¡¯s afraid no one knows that he¡¯s a fire mage!]


    ?[Dragon Ascent*: That¡¯s what it looks like to the frost mages who¡¯s going to get hit by a frozen beam hahahaha. You mad?]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: Did I beat someone¡¯s world? Or else, why would I be mad, you shithead? Hahahaha. And I¡¯m not a magician, I¡¯m a sorcerer, you fool.]


    ?[Dragon Ascent*: Sorcerer somehow is also magic hahaha. Everything you said is wrong]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: You used to pick an uncivilized prayer meta-like pseudo magic? Fuck hahaha. Do you want to taste some icicles?]


    ?[Dragon Ascent*: Well saying, you troll! Let¡¯s pick a date and grill some barbecue inside.]


    I felt my head dizzy at the feast of the keyboard battle, which was about tens of lines over. But at first glance, in this unproductive keyboard battle, I realized one thing.


    ¡°What is it? The ending of the argument seems to imply ¡®Meeting in reality¡¯. How are you going to meet and fight with residents from different dimensions?¡±


    Perhaps, they mean to fight bloodshed beyond the barrier of dimension.

 CH 8

    Ep.8  Popular Board ¨C 2


    Yeah, there¡¯s no such thing as a lock-in in this world. Can¡¯t we just find a good world to settle down in? I¡¯ll tell you when I can, but anyway. I can think of it as Plan B of the exodus project.


    Keep that in mind, I moved on to look at all the posts on the bulletin board. It was to chase the movements of the two who disappeared as if they were mentioning meeting in real life in the popular post. As soon as I opened the door of the gallery, the heat came over the text.


    [What? Is it a fight?][8]


    [Everyone, gather up~!]


    [Season no. 317857. Entering the gallery¡¯s arena hahahahaha][2]


    [Song of ice and fire ON Hahahahahahahaha][5]


    [They never get tired of fighting on a fictional day]


    I felt like I became a lost child in a crowded festival when I saw the long-time users opening popcorn in excitement. Why are you brats the only ones enjoying it? Let me join, too.


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: What? How do you watch a fight?]]


    [Why are you the only ones having fun? I want to watch it too, please]


    When I hurriedly demonstrated the explanation with a ¡®Please¡¯, one of the experienced users kindly showed me how.


    [??(023.708): If you look closely at the top of the gallery, there are categories, right? Go into the speculative field tab there. Click on the ¡®Arena¡¯ tab and you¡¯ll see what¡¯s what.]


    It was certainly as he said. There were several detailed tabs such as General/Tips/Arena next to the large classification of whole and popular posts. Can I press this to see posts that fall into that category only? When I pressed the ¡®Arena¡¯ tab, several posts caught my eyes.


    [18932nd The battle between two proud geniuses who never get tired of making eye contact]


    [18931st Discussion over the classification of sorcery by line]


    [The 18930th A speculation room for dopey boys who fight with swords and spears]


    [18929th Discussion on the category of intellectual life]


    [18928th Chicken vs pizza for dinner tonight]


    [18927th Discussion on whether twinhead Ouger can join the gallery]


    There were also discussions set up on topics that seemed profound and beneficial, but there were also many other discussions set up on topics that were useless in all sorts of worlds. I felt dizzy and pressed the top of the list due to the number of discussions that reached nearly 20,000.


    [18932nd The battle between two proud geniuses who never get tired of making eye contact]


    The moment I clicked on the title, the moderator must have been filled with annoyance and contempt.


    [Entering the arena with the gallery¡¯s qualification.]


    [300 seconds until the match starts¡­]


    A familiar voice rang in my head. That¡¯s the voice I heard when I first joined the gallery?


    Immediately after, everything suddenly turned dark. After a moment of darkness, what caught my eye is¡­


    The sea, it was an infinitely clear and wide sea. The interior of the spaceship, which felt a little dark and dry, was nowhere to be found, and I stood in the middle of a sunny beach.


    ¡°?! What the hell is this¡­?


    ¡°Oh, isn¡¯t this the newbie who came in yesterday?¡±


    As I turned my head around in embarrassment, someone talked to me.


    ¡°Please relax your shoulders and stay comfortable. No one is hurting you.¡±


    When I turned around as I heard a gentle voice, an old man was smiling at me. He was an old man dressed formally in a black suit, silk hat, and even a cane, reminding me of a British gentleman. In fact, even if he is an old man, the only thing that makes me feel the traces of time is wrinkles on his face and white hair. I could feel that the body of the old man with his back straightened out was even clear beyond the suit.


    ¡°Who are you?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m Whaley Scott. The only manager left in the abandoned world, the stationmaster of London-315 on the Dimensional Leap Railway. But no matter what I say, you won¡¯t get it¡­¡­¡±


    The old gentleman smiled like a villain, revealing his white teeth, as to where he had left his serious appearance so far.


    ¡°¡­The number 023.708 would be more familiar to you.¡±


    ¡°Oh, you¡¯re that one!¡±


    Isn¡¯t that the long-time shared ID that always gives me sharp answers whenever I ask in the gallery?!


    ¡°Oh, my God, you look like you¡¯re never going to do that kind of gallery in real life.¡±


    As he recalled him laughing and chatting in the gallery without feeling uncomfortable with other users, Whaley whistled back.


    ¡°There¡¯s no such thing as absolute! Don¡¯t you think you¡¯re pretentious enough to say so? You got a good physique.¡±


    ¡°I was a pilot on a probe. I couldn¡¯t gain weight even if I wanted to because I only ate space food for the past year.¡±


    Whaley said it was not a big deal, but to be honest, he still seemed to be shocked.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t know you were an old man since we spoke informally to each other in the gallery¡­¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to pay too much attention to my age. There are no people left for you to pay attention to stuff like formality or manners. There¡¯s literally no one.¡±


    Those users who always act like an elder are full of fossils that are thousands of years old. It won¡¯t make a difference to you or me. Whaley said so, and then picked up his cane and pointed in a direction.


    ¡°Look over there, the competition will start soon.¡±


    Turning along as Whaley pointed, there were countless crowds within a minute¡¯s walk. From humans dressed in ordinary modern clothes like me and Whaley, to humans dressed in modern European or ancient Asian clothes, to these species whose ears are pointed or short, but still look similar to humans, and even more, ¡°intelligent creatures¡± with visuals that seem to be living things.


    It was a scene that seemed to have brought every single species that looked like they would appear in novels. For your information, there was also a stone statue that I saw in the post earlier. It was very impressive to see him stuck his head in sea water to wash off the bird¡¯s poop on his head.


    ¡°They¡¯re¡­¡±


    ¡°Yes, they¡¯re all users of the gallery. I participated as an audience because I was excited to hear about the battle.¡±


    Whaley¡¯s words reminded me of the voice that rang in my head earlier. Is that so, everyone here, including me, has been called here to be an audience, literally the whole gallery?


    ¡°What is this place?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know either. The battle arena is random. They randomly pick and drop people to a dimension where there¡¯s no one.¡±


    I walked toward the crowd and exchanged conversations with Whaley. At first glance, the old gentleman, Whaley Scott, seemed like a completely different person from shared ID 023.708 in the gallery, but he still liked to take care of others and answered questions readily.


    ¡°What¡¯s that weirdly blurred person over there?¡±


    ¡°Oh, sometimes shy Golems hide their appearance like that. Battle arenas basically have a function to keep their appearance private.¡±


    Listening to Whaley¡¯s explanation, I sat under a parasol spread out on the beach somehow. When I asked about simple mats and also sunbeds that have been equipped for countless people, Whaley simply replied.


    ¡°It¡¯s the basic option of a battle arena. I¡¯ll set up an audience seat near the battlefield. I don¡¯t know the detailed principle. In the first place, this gallery itself is like an unknown out-of-place artifact.¡±


    Well, come to think about it, I couldn¡¯t put a standard of common sense at a time when I could bring survivors from different dimensions together. With moderate acceptance, I sat on the sunbed and looked at the beach ahead.


    ¡°You know, those main characters of the long keyboard battle¡­¡­¡±


    If the seaside was the audience, the battlefield was the sea itself. On the surface of the water, not too far from land, two people ¨C no, two creatures ¨C were confronting each other at a distance.


    ¡°Today¡¯s dinner is troll steak, you fucker.¡±


    On the left, the red dragon was locking its legs and tail in the sea water with its huge wings hanging down. Even if you look at it roughly, the giant, which is likely to exceed 30 meters, came as a threat. Golden eyes, vertically torn pupils in them, glistened with flesh. She herself did nothing yet, but the presence of Huolong alone boiled the surrounding sea water and expelled steam.


    ¡°Really? You¡¯re too fat to finish in a day. I¡¯ll have to eat frozen dragon meat for about a month.¡±


    On the right, an ice troll nearly 2 meters tall stood holding a spear. Compared to the huge red dragon, there was a difference in weight between humans and gravel, but he raised his fighting spirit to the fullest without showing any signs of intimidation. Rather, looking around at the opponent¡¯s big body was like a butcher measuring the estimate of how to dismantle it. Do they have more experience hunting monsters than the other?


    [Countdown. 10, 9, 8, 7¡­¡­]


    Even while the two of them were engaged in a war of nerves, the time of the showdown came in an instant, and a dull countdown rang out on the beach.


    [5, 4¡­]


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    The red dragon fluttered its wings and was ready to fly


    [3, 2¡­]


    The ice troll turned the window once to correct its posture.


    [1, 0¡­!]


    So the moment when the sand clock already ran out..


    [Duel, start!]


    It started without saying who first moved at the same time. As soon as the duel began, the red dragon took a big breath.


    Burn?!!


    She spit out fire after half a breath, he was covered with fear and poured down. She heated up her fire breath from the beginning, which is like a lethal move symbolizing a dragon. The whirlwind of fire, which came out from the dragon¡¯s mouth, plunged to the ice troll, creating water vapor around it.


    But there was no way he could stay still because he was an ice troll. At the moment when Huolong soared into the sky, she had already finished judging how to fight. Cold Sleep, who avoided anger by blowing herself before the breath of the flame could reach, fixed the window and stretched vigorously toward the sky.


    Crack¡­¡­


    He didn¡¯t swing or throw a spear. In an instant, transparent power agglomerated at the tip of the window was immediately expressed through the process of compression, expansion, and explosion. The sea water, which was fluctuating at its feet, soared upward at once, stretching out a huge column of ice. Higher, higher. Until it finally reached the dragon that rose in the sky.


    The waves of ice, which swallowed the nearby water as it was, stretched wildly and sharply toward the dragon¡¯s heart, but the opponent was not just a strong laggard. Huolong, who leaked an attack from the bottom with a single flap of wings, was scared as he tried to look down.


    ¡°¡­¡­!¡±


    The ice troll pushed the tip of the spear at the red dragon, who turned her head as she felt something threatening.


    Was this the reason why he purposely pulled out a huge ice column and poured enormous power into an attack that would not have been hit the opponent? Yeah, that ice column wasn¡¯t a weapon to hit the red dragon straight from the start.


    Just a cornerstone to guide him from the ground to the dragon in the sky¡­! And at the same time a huge cover to hide his appearance and presence¡­!


    The blade reflecting in the eyes of the frustrated red dragon was getting bigger,


    Shortly thereafter, hot blood soaked the atmosphere.

 CH 9

    Ep.9  Popular Board ¨C 3


    ¡°Urg¡­..!!¡±


    The ice troll, who took away the left eye of Huolong at once, chose to take a step back instead of doing the final attack. If he was greedy, he was more likely to be fatally injured by a counterattack. Although he succeeded with an unexpected surprise attack, if he misses the time to retreat while dealing with a larger prey than himself, he will be hunted. Conversely, he would become the prey. The experienced hunter was never impatient.


    The red dragon continued to fight with her bleeding split wound, but it was not easy to regain the once-taken offensive. One of the disadvantages was that his vision became incomplete when one eye was attacked. The ice troll never missed the weakness that the distance became inaccurate and the left side of her vision became a blind spot.


    ¡°Argh!¡±


    A spear containing power scratched the scales of the dragon and passed by. Although each shot did not lead to a big wound due to the durability of the natural body, it would be a complete failure if he continued to eat up his physical strength without taking back the initiative. He had to throw a winning move when he had enough physical strength and power.


    The advantage of trolls over dragons was overwhelming endurance and resilience, so long-term battles had to be avoided for dragons. As soon as he thought about it, the dragon spread its wings once again and began to fly higher.


    ¡°Phwooooooooo¡­¡±


    Benefits of being a dragon over a troll is that the difference in weight is difficult to overcome even with power, the overwhelming difference in muscle strength resulting from it, the maximum capacity of power to project at once, and above all, they can fly.


    To maximize that, the red dragon chose to fly so high that the ice troll couldn¡¯t even chase after at all¡­!


    ¡°That¡¯s what you¡¯re going to do? Is that it?¡±


    The ice troll faced the red dragon who was looking down at him in the distance. It¡¯s virtually impossible to approach the red dragon, who is kilometers away. It¡¯s no use to stand up and catch him with the ice , and it¡¯s obvious that he¡¯s going to need a lot of power, so it¡¯s a bummer. He tried to make a leap by creating an ice steppingstone in the air, but that wasn¡¯t a good idea either. Air warfare was the opponent¡¯s only advantage, which is not the area he was familiar with. If the opponent melted the steppingstone or raised the temperature so that he could not make it at all, that would be a bad case for him.


    Just as the ice troll was coming up with a trick, the red dragon finally launched his attack. The cannabis law, which hit seven percent of his power, was released at once.


    ¡°Die, you insect!¡±


    It¡¯s a magic, which the dragon called the magic bell, that takes time and high concentration to use. The destructive power could not have been unusual. A fireball about the same size as the dragon began to fall to the ground.


    ¡°¡­¡­!!¡±


    If you get hit by that, you¡¯ll die no matter what. Even if you don¡¯t get hit directly, indirect heat alone will make you turn into ash and disappear without a trace¡­! What about avoiding it? It¡¯s impossible. The range is too wide. Get something to stop it? It¡¯s impossible. Even if you pour all your power into defense, it¡¯s impossible to prevent that. He barely escaped death, and if that happens, he will eat the decisive blow to Huolong who came down leisurely anyway.


    The moment the ice troll fixed the spear, the fireball that fell splendidly like a comet came into contact with the surface?


    BOOM?!


    The great explosion that burns and tears the atmosphere has created a blinding flash, a roar that tears the eardrum. If the system of the battle arena had not separated the stands from the battlefield through the invisible shroud, most of the audience would have been swept away and killed.


    In the first place, intense flashes and roaring noises burst out, and after they sank, the seawater evaporated due to the enormous heat and formed a thick fog, making it difficult to distinguish an inch ahead of the battlefield. The audience started to get noisy and express their appreciation while nothing was seen or heard.


    ¡°Everyone, you can breathe now?¡°


    ¡°Wow, is that the fireball that living things can produce? I would have melted like ice cream in summer if I watched it in real life, not in a battle arena.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve seen a nuclear fall from such a short distance, but honestly, I think their powers are pretty much the same level.¡±


    ¡°Is this from Yamcha*¡®s point of view or something? I couldn¡¯t even see what was going on when the troll forced him to do a hand-to-hand fight.¡± *TN: A character from Dragon Ball.


    ¡°Wow, it¡¯s like Aoki versus Akainu*. Is the level for real? Erblasico is a legend¡­ I¡¯m getting excited¡­¡± *TN: Two characters from One Piece, each also hold the power of ice and fire.


    Most gallery users were either excited as if they had seen something very interesting, or shocked at the battle between the two. In general, the audience¡¯s response was similar to that feeling of ¡®watching a very high-quality fight.¡±


    There was only one bystander who squinted as if she didn¡¯t like it.


    ¡°That¡¯s disappointing.¡±


    A girl wearing pure black oriental-style clothing, which looks similar to a robe at first glance, spoke up. Her black hair was long enough to reach over the shoulder, but rather than pure, it gave off a strange wild beauty like a lion¡¯s mane. The black and deep eyes were beautiful, but at the same time, they were shedding an atmosphere like a well which no one knows how deep it is.


    ¡°Even if you open each movement, it¡¯s deep and mysterious. There¡¯s nothing convenient about it.¡±


    The girl shook her head and stared at the battlefield with pathetic eyes.


    ¡°They were trying to fight only with strength because they don¡¯t have any skills, but they don¡¯t even know how to use that strength efficiently. There have been several opportunities for each other to kill the opponent, but they are not aware of it because they lack insight. Both fail in terms of martial arts.¡±


    The girl¡¯s harsh criticism did not stop, even though the fog slowly cleared up, and the trace left on the ground by Huolong¡¯s great shot was clearly revealed. All the sea water in the area evaporated and melted to the ground below it, then got crystallized, but the destructive sight did not seem to impress the girl at all.


    ¡°This is suddenly so boring. Just stop!¡±


    ¡°The fantasy brats are fighting, but why are you martial art addicts only patronizing? Haha¡±


    Bystanders booed the girl who ruined the atmosphere they were enjoying. The booing didn¡¯t stop when the girl turned to them and gave them a cold look.


    ¡°Yeah~ Even if you stare at them like that, the audience is invincible~ I¡¯m unemployed~¡±


    ¡°Honestly, did we say something wrong? Hahahahahahaha¡±


    Bystanders seemed determined to find it fun in teasing the girl instead of the near-end match at this time. Indeed, unless it was a time when their personal safety was guaranteed, when else would they attract aggro to the face of the martial arts master?


    ¡°¡­Say something wrong?¡±


    The girl, who had been listening quietly despite the bystanders¡¯ boo, suddenly spoke up. And then?


    At the moment when everyone thought that the stretched thin hand was swinging through the air.


    The curtain of the arena, which was not even fazed by the dragon¡¯s fire attack,


    After being crushed by something, it was compressed in an instant, and as he was flying to the sky, he suddenly  reached the ground.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    The transparent curtain was crushed, and soon it was like a line roughly drawn by a child on the beach.


    Let¡¯s just leave a trace and disappear into pieces without shape. None of the people on the beach dared to open their mouths.


    ¡°What¡¯s right and what¡¯s wrong¡­¡±


    The girl involved, a gonic, is a heavenly child, and she is the user ÌìÉÏÌìÏÂΨÎÒªš´æ.


    Except for Pacheonmu, the 30th leader of Cheonma Singyo*. *TN: The term is often used in martial arts novels. It¡¯s a religious group that serves under Cheonma, which image is similar to a devil.


    ¡°I already decided.¡±


    The last Cheonha of the religion, who once brought the world of devilish sorcerers to the midfield, grinned. Then, he left the arena as if he had lost interest. Does it mean that there is no need to watch the competition anymore? Even though Cheonma left after causing a stir between the audiences, the whole gallery remained silent for a while.


    With the touch to fold the huge curtain that isolates the stands from the battlefield like a child¡¯s wrist.


    Can the arena¡¯s system which protects the gallery users withstand it? I bet it cannot. We don¡¯t even have time to hide..


    Meanwhile, the red dragon, one of the main heroines of the match, slowly lowered its altitude without even imagining what happened in the stands. His mind was focused only on the ice troll down there, somewhere.


    It¡¯s impossible for him to survive the blow. He wouldn¡¯t have had time to avoid it.


    The method to avoid or defend that hellfire?


    The ice troll knows.


    Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?


    Instead of defending or avoiding the opponent¡¯s attack, at the scene of destruction, which blew away the entire sea water and melted the sand on the floor.


    The troll unsealed the spear, into the ice barrier that never melts ¨C ¡®hiding¡¯.


    ¡°In the end, you¡¯re using that boring foul again.¡±


    ¡°Item speed is also a specification. There¡¯s no such thing as cheating.¡±


    The thin pieces of metal that were disguised as ordinary things fell like pieces of wrapping paper.


    A ball of sharp polished ice appeared. It¡¯s not just ice, but the polar essence that sucked the cold air of the world to the limit and slowly grew from the size of a baby¡¯s fingernail. The power of ¡®ice crystal¡¯ saved the ice troll from the attack.


    ¡°The audience was watching, I cannot lose my face like that. I¡¯m the one that represents my race after all.¡±


    ¡°Same here. As the one that follows the blood of the late red dragons, it¡¯s absolutely unacceptable to lose to frost mages in public.¡±


    Fate rivals, Dragon Ascent and Cold Sleep, stared at each other and laughed fiercely. It was indeed a blood-boiling scene. But they didn¡¯t know. As the audiences were saying so and so about them, the attention suddenly got stolen by a single intruder.

 CH 10

    Ep.10  Popular Board ¨C 4


    They are two people who have already competed against each other several times in the arena. Naturally, they already had a close grasp of each other¡¯s tactics. As soon as Huolong confirmed that his opponent had consumed the ice barrier, he raised his altitude again and flew into the sky.


    A spleen trick of the ice troll, who uses the power of ice crystals to completely freeze the interior of the barrier, temporarily freezing even time and space, so he was able to survive the disaster just now. Of course, there¡¯s no way that such fraudulent technology can be used in a row. Huolong already knew that it needed at least tens of hours of recharge.


    Therefore, he didn¡¯t intentionally inject all his magic into the previous blow. The power he used up is only up to sevent. He invested just that much, to the extent that his opponent couldn¡¯t resist as he doesn¡¯t use an ice barrier. The remaining power is only three, but the power capacity of a dragon cannot be the same as that ordinary creature. But power recovery is the same.


    The power, which flows through the body and absorbs it from the atmosphere. With this amount of resources, that troll could be cooked unilaterally.


    ¡°This is the end, troll. When you die, you should blame yourself for not being able to fly, you ground dog!¡±


    To the troll looking up at the sky, perhaps he gave up on responding, the dragon fired up his magic with an arrogant smile.


    ¡°Why should I fly?¡±


    And the troll laughed at the dragon and raised the corners of his mouth. From the clutches came a subtle chill.


    ¡°Without wings¡­¡±


    At that moment, the dragon felt an unprecedented chill. His instincts were warning him much more intensely than when the other poked his left eye with an unexpected surprise.


    ¡°I can drag you down.¡±


    Only after a huge shadow covered him, did the dragon realize the threat. In the sky that he was looking up in a hurry


    A huge chunk of ice, which could be compared to a mountain, was falling down toward him.


    Boom?


    It¡¯s too late to avoid. The dragon, who was directly hit by an ice meteor, fell helplessly and felt suspicious. That¡¯s ridiculous. He used this much cannabis? No, it¡¯s not impossible with his skills. He knows that. But starting from when? It¡¯s so secretive that he can¡¯t feel the flow of magic¡­? How?


    In the ears of the confused dragon, the troll¡¯s voice was heard.


    ¡°I already knew it. The fact that you would fly again into the air.¡±


    The ice troll spoke in a calm tone.


    ¡°There is no way that you will have a battle on the ground with your left eye injured and your power is not full. That¡¯s why I set up a trap.¡±


    Yes, it was a trap designed since the dragon¡¯s nerves were focused on him, who deployed the ice barrier. The red dragon flew up the trap and ¡®exploded¡¯ as soon as he prepared to attack.


    The red dragon fell in intense pain and noticed how things turned out.


    ¡°Well, evaporated, water vapor¡­¡±


    The flame ball fired by the dragon with seven percent of its magic evaporated all the pure seawater around instead of the troll. The steam that climbed up the ascending air stream in a moment was supposed to become a cloud and poured down a rain shower by now.


    So far, on the battlefield, there wasn¡¯t a drop of rain. It was inevitable. The clouds that formed in that high sky were frozen in whole by the sorcerer¡¯s intervention¡­!


    ¡°You couldn¡¯t have noticed. Because a series of ¡®materials¡¯ are all due to your actions. I only put a helping hand there.¡±


    A mass of vapor evaporated by the commercialization of the dragon, the red dragon flew up again and naturally began to coagulate as he absorbed his power and heat in the atmosphere. All the troll did was give some direction to the extremely natural phenomenon.


    ¡°Gather, acceleration of freezing. And secretly. To hide the signs of falling ice meteorites just right before the crash ¨C to keep you from noticing even two spells ¨C I poured all my extra power into the last spell.¡±


    As a result, the huge iceberg frozen by the thick thundercloud hit the dragon directly and dropped him to the ground, exactly as the troll intended.


    This is the last key to the ¡°path to victory¡± that he has been planning since the moment he first entered the battlefield.


    As soon as he noticed the battlefield becomes a watery seaside, he kept in mind a conditionally outrageous spell of power


    He named it Iceberg Meteor.


    Perhaps if Cheonma had seen this scene, his eyes would go sparkling and praise, ¡®Use the power of the other person and the logic of mother nature at the same time. This is better than I thought.¡¯ Unfortunately, Cheonma had already left the stands even before the battle ended.


    Boom?


    The giant dragon roared and collided with the ground as he fell on the iceberg. No matter how much durability of his body transcends metal, fatal injuries could never be avoided if he had received such an ignorant mass, even fallen and laid down.


    The situation almost certainly caught the chance to win, but the ice troll slowly approached the point where the iceberg fell without being careless. Wait, there was rather more nervousness on his face than before.


    Falling?


    Fine glass grains that soared due to the impact of the fall briefly blocked the view, and soon sank naturally, revealing the terrible scene. The iceberg, which dragged the dragon down and landed on the ground, was shattered by the impact of the fall, and the debris was scattered nearby.


    And the dragon¡­ He was literally lying dead. Behind the iceberg, the face and abdomen that collided with the ground were nowhere near prosperous. His spine was completely broken, revealing all the false affected areas, and the remaining right eye burst due to excessive pressure. The belly skin was tearing apart again, spilling guts and blood.


    The ice troll seemed certain to win, but the ice troll stopped as if he was wary of something and never came within a certain distance. How long has it been? The dragon, who was finally lying on the ground and breathing hard, opened his mouth.


    ¡°¡­¡­You didn¡¯t fall for it.¡±


    ¡°I would know if you died immediately, but there¡¯s no way it would end like this. Let¡¯s hurry up and do our final battle.¡±


    After an obvious conversation, the dragon slowly got up. He didn¡¯t seem to care much about the blood and guts pouring out, and the broken wing muscles tearing.


    ¡°I admit¡­ I didn¡¯t get a ¡®landslide victory¡¯ this time either.¡±


    If he stayed still, he had no choice but to play dead helplessly as the injury got worse. So, the dragon could not use it for the attack, so he unintentionally used all of the remaining 30% of his magic.


    ¡°Your cleverness made me look disgusting. I respect your remarkable idea.¡±


    His ruptured whole body muscles regenerate, and the broken bones automatically find their place and regain their original shape. The flowing blood and guts are sucked into the dragon¡¯s body as time rewinds, and the belly skin is sealed without a trace of wound, and eventually even the lost eyes are recovered and the vertically torn pupils are broken.


    The dragon¡¯s body, which made all the injuries disappear with his magic, did not end with it, but was wrapped in a brilliant light. A giant over 30 meters in height gradually reduced its size in the light stream.


    So it wasn¡¯t until the size was finally smaller than the troll that the light stream slowly faded.


    ¡°But still, it¡¯s this body that wins¡­!¡±


    Although he was swayed by his opponent throughout the first half.


    The second half is just beginning¡­!


    Soon after, the users sitting in the stands cheered as they were exposed to the whole world.


    ¡°Here we go! Erblasico¡¯s specialty!¡±¡±


    ¡°Phase 2 ON hahahahaha.¡±


    ¡°Special Boss Episode) When you¡¯re done sharpening the pencil case, you¡¯ll change your phase and come back to life.¡±


    It was a girl who appeared where the dragon was. Red-hot redness and equally glowing red eyes There were small horns on the left and right sides of the head, and a pair of wings were neatly folded behind the back. And crucially, the long tail tapping the ground in the tension and excitement of the battle.


    Huolong, who changed his body in the form of a human dragon, smiled fiercely and stared at the troll.


    ¡°If the first round was a magic battle¡­¡±


    ¡°The second round is a hand-to-hand fight. Damn, this is why the dragon people are.¡±


    It¡¯s the same that I used up all my magic. So all that¡¯s left is a pure physical competition.


    However, the ice troll could not erase his tiredness even though his opponent was short enough to be only 160cm tall. It was because he knew well that his figure was only outward.


    Polymorph magic changes the object to what it wants, but that doesn¡¯t mean the original mass goes nowhere.


    I mean, that 160 meter-tall human dragon¡¯s body right now is


    It weighs tens of tons, and the muscles are constricted to the point of laughing at steel¡­!


    ¡°Die!!!!!¡±


    The moment the girl took a step, the ground cracked with a thud. With overwhelming destructive power and speed, the troll couldn¡¯t bear to face it head on and stepped back and devoted himself to avoidance.


    The advantages of dragons and trolls are still the same today.


    Trolls have an overwhelming advantage in endurance and resilience. Dragons have an overwhelming advantage in short-term firepower.


    So in order for the dragons to win, they have to make the troll into minced meat before they run out of stamina.


    In order for the trolls to win, they have to somehow hold on to that crazy offensive and drag their opponents into a long-term swamp.


    Phwoo?


    The troll knows that too. He knows, but¡­ Nevertheless, the dragon¡¯s fist was not only strong but also too fast. The troll, who was in a hurry to avoid it, couldn¡¯t avoid the sudden kick of the flying dragon and gave up his shin.


    Crack!!!


    ¡°Urg!¡±


    A sound of bone breaking. The troll, who was limping back his swollen shin, was frightened by the dragon¡¯s hand flick and defended with a spear.


    Falling?


    Although the blade of the spear may be an ice crystal, the spear is only an ordinary piece of metal. The spearhead, which was cut in half by the dragon¡¯s power, rolled around the ground, and the dragon¡¯s unilateral beating continued to the troll who lost even his weapon.


    Punnnchhh?


    A series of attacks that went beyond the limits of the whole body of the troll. Originally, the opponent was gradually pushed back due to the impact of hitting the other, so she had to walk forward and chase him, but such common sense was not used for the dragon.


    When the opponent was pushed out by her hitting, she flew with her wings, pursued the opponent and beat it endlessly. Two fists, two legs, and even a tail. Since she doesn¡¯t have to stand on the floor with his legs, she can use her legs to attack, and eventually, she can have some more hits consecutively in any posture.


    Each of them is a force that can make a blood clot at a blow for a normal person, but it hits the opponent with tens, hundreds, or thousands of hits. The body of the troll was being ragged and strengthened in real time, but the dragon, who was actually taking a one-sided attack, was not so relaxed.


    ¡°Haa, haa, haa¡­¡±


    Her breathing was becoming slow and her heart rate increased. The dragon¡¯s body is usually not suitable for excessive exercise, so if she moves too hard for too long, her body gradually starts to heat up and die. That¡¯s how it is. In the first place, dragons usually don¡¯t spend so much time fighting.


    At one kick, the army collapses, and at one breath, a city melts. For the dragons who have only been killing unilaterally, they couldn¡¯t have needed a function for a long battle¡­! The blood that didn¡¯t think there was a need to waste strength on long-term warfare, except for long-term battle literacy from evolutionary systems¡­!


    In return, she got a short-term firepower that no other creature on the ground could come close to, but she started to look more nervous.


    ¡°Come on, die¡­! How long is it going to take to beat you to death?¡±


    The troll¡¯s body, which was immeasurably beaten by countless powers, was surprisingly still in its form. Even though he had reached a critical condition, he was continuing his persistent life without stopping his vital activities!


    Trolls are unrivaled, especially the blood of ice trolls trained in the polar regions of the freezing cold, and he¡¯s the last one left alone until the world was destroyed.


    He was a warrior, a hunter, and a priest at the same time. He continued saying in a weak consciousness.


    ¡°Oh, spirits¡­¡±


    Although it may take time, the defeat is slowly confirmed as his brain is crushed by the dragon¡¯s power. That was absolutely unacceptable.


    ¡°The soul of my great forefathers, goes beyond the times to my body now¡­!¡±


    His distinct will, the will of nature contained in the ice crystal. The spirits of the ancestors who had passed on from generation responded.


    ¡°Fuck. You don¡¯t even have power¡­¡±


    This was the basic point where magic and spell were differentiated. If magic is the realm of thorough calculation and rationality, spell is the realm of spirit and faith. Even if one¡¯s own strength has been exhausted, it¡¯s the power of solidarity that can be borrowed from other powers.


    Therefore, the fear of those ancient stuff, which had been ignored by both the magical creatures and religious groups, supported the body of the troll, whose original power was crumbling away.


    Punch?


    The troll¡¯s body, which was pushed back endlessly, suddenly got its balance and set on its foot at the same times.


    The wild troll¡¯s fist stuck deep in the dragon¡¯s cheek.


    ¡°Cough¡­!¡±


    Huolong, who borrowed the body of a human, sharpened her teeth to prepare herself. If that¡¯s how it comes out from that side, this side had an idea, too.


    ¡°Urg¡­!¡±


    The pain that came out from the process of breaking down the heart on purpose shook her body. If the opponents risk their life because they don¡¯t want to lose so much, you¡¯ll only go out the same way. The kinetic energy and the heat energy embraced her whole body, as her dragon¡¯s heart was burning.


    ¡°HAAA?!!¡°


    Soon, her explosive streak began beating the troll again.


    ¡°Oh, hey hey hey hey hey!!!¡±


    Eventually, the troll, who borrowed the power of spirits and souls, also threw his fists in without caring, even though his body was already torn..


    Punch, punch, punch, punch?


    Ignoring each other¡¯s attacks, they used their last remaining strength for an ignorant fist fight..


    Blood splatters. The same red blood, which no one knew from whom, colored the vitrified ground, over and over again.


    It¡¯s not about which side will stand on two feet, but a fierce and simple bloody battle about which side pours out what they have first and dies.


    The winner of the bloody battle is-


    Flop.


    Surprisingly, it was literally the burning red dragon.


    ¡°Hehe¡­ I won, you frosty fucker¡­¡±


    Looking down at the ice troll who collapsed on the floor and stopped moving after the last struggle.


    The red dragon, who was laughing contentedly, soon collapsed and died the same way.

 CH 11

    Ep.11  Popular Board ¨C 5


    The match between the two gonics, which literally burned their souls and put out a great match, became a hot topic in the gallery. In any case, unless there are any accidents, similar stories are always flowing along with similar hot issues.


    In the meantime, the competition in the arena was quite an interesting event for the gallery users. Although the two fought almost 500 times already, including this battle, nevertheless, more than 200 users came to see the fight at the arena.


    Particularly, the match was more fierce and improved than the last 499 battles, so it¡¯s a common case for people to be enthusiastic.


    [Fire punch! Fire punch! Fire punch! Fire punch! Fire punch!]


    [Dragon Ascent.  Is she a goddess? Is she a goddess? Is she a goddess?]


    [This is¡­ a battle? Then what I¡¯ve seen so far¡­]


    Particularly, the video of the battle recorded at the arena became explosively popular. In addition, after the battle, the users, who had been waiting for the right moment, began to make all kinds of jokes, and the gallery became even more heated.


    [Popular Board]


    [Writer: Teacher of Wisdom*]


    [Title: Honestly, if you think those brats are amazing, press like hahahahahaha]


    [Although it¡¯s amazing that they never got tired of fighting, if you think it¡¯s amazing that they can put out such great match every time like that, press like hahaha


    Me first hahahahaha]


    [Like 94] [Dislike 0]


    [??(001.124): Fucking love it hahahahahaha]


    [That¡¯s Too Much*: Really! It was the battle of fire and that was the dragon]


    [??(023.708): When they first fought, they weren¡¯t that good, but I can feel they¡¯re getting more experienced]


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: Fire punch! Fire punch! Fire punch! Fire punch! Fire punch!]


    ***


    [Writer: Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*]


    [Title: Attendance. The victory fire union hahahahaha]


    [If you guys love that the frost brat still got beaten after even using the ice barrier, press like hahahaha


    [Me first hahahaha]


    [Like 128] [Dislike 115]


    [First Fire Thief in the history of Olympus*: Great King Dragon]


    [Fly away, birdy*: Yas, this is rigging. I give you 500 likes]


    ?[??(114.603): You psycho, you sound so proud hahahahahahaha]


    [I Like It Well Done*: Great King Dragon]


    [??(023.708): Oh haha it¡¯s not illegal, but yeah haha]


    [Look at how cold-hearted they were not able to accept the victory and ran away!]


    ***


    [Writer: Dragon Ascent*]


    [Title: Raise your head, Cold Sleep]


    [It¡¯s not a shame to lose to the strong one]


    [Like 261] [Dislike 3]


    [Cold Sleep*: Stop being bullshit, you bitch. You won this time, so you just got to 50% again]


    ?[Dragon Ascent*: What~? I can¡¯t hear it u well, you pathetic loser of the battle~! Speak louder~]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: ¡­¡­.]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: I¡¯m going to kill you, bitch.]


    ***


    [Writer: ??(789.512)]


    [Title: Hey, you dirty frosty fucker]


    [I only made some jokes and you already blocked me.


    You¡¯re abusing me with your authority, son of a bitch


    Unblock me, before I impeach you.]


    [Like 451 [Dislike 0]


    [Cold Sleep*: Alright, if you want to get unblocked, be a pattak haha


    ?[??(789.512): Fuck, does it make sense to you?]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: Of course, it makes sense. I just thought that we¡¯re in need of moderators so I¡¯m recruiting hahahahaha]


    ?[Cold Sleep*: You don¡¯t understand what¡¯s going on? Before you got blocked as a shared ID, just take it]


    ?[??(023.708): Fuck, today¡¯s amazing hahahaha]


    ?[Scholar Passing By*: Look at him imitating what he¡¯s been through hahahaha]


    ?[??(114.603): There is a troll who trapped a new patak in three hours after taking the position?]


    ?[??(001.068): What kind of one plus one event is it? Hahahahaha]


    ?[Dragon Ascent*: Gosh hahaha It¡¯s possible to copy pattak hahahaha]


    ?[Suspiciously Rich*: Smiley juttak hahahahahaha]


    ?[Dragon Ascent*: I took it, you bitch. Happy now? Fuck. ]


    ?[Cold slip*: Peace?ful]


    ***


    In addition, the icicles of darkness who refused to accept saying, ¡®Didn¡¯t Cold Sleep win the magic battle between fire power and ice power?¡¯ and ¡®No matter what, whoever is the last standing after a deadly battle is the strongest¡¯ or ¡®It¡¯s pathetic that he can¡¯t accept defeat.¡¯. The gallery was in a mess for a while because of the rebel groups, but two newly recruited pattak managed to suppress it after working so hard.


    In the gallery where the festive mood continued until the next day, only one person looked at the galley with no expression.


    Pouring?


    Meditating in a waterfall in a deep valley, well, not really. The 30th leader of Cheonma Singyo, Pacheonmu, who was also active in the gallery, looked at the noisy crowd and pouted her lips without realizing it.


    None. Even if she looked around the popular board and the general board, there was no story about herself anywhere.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    She thought she showed a little bit of my strength yesterday. She can¡¯t believe that there¡¯s no reaction. She couldn¡¯t help but feel frustrated.


    At the same time, she felt particularly unfamiliar with himself who wanted the attention of others.


    ¡°Did time change me¡­¡±


    In the past, when she was still reigning as a fear of the midfield. She had never needed the attention of others. Her talent was incomparable in the world, and people trembled when they heard of her name. Of course, there was no intermediate process before that.


    When she first entered the midfield, people regarded her as one of the first people in martial art culture. The assessment was half right and half wrong, because she was right to have first set foot in the midfield, but at the time, her age was already eighty.


    Thus, when she separated the upper and lower bodies of those excellent minions from the factions who were trying to make fun and harass her, her evaluation from the central district twisted that she was an elder who rejuvenated.


    But in fact, that evaluation was also half right and half wrong, because she was an aging old woman, but she had never experienced rejuvenating in the first place. Her talent was extraordinary, and she had already got the farmland that her father always wanted before the terms and conditions were met.


    Rejuvenating is a process for re-establishing the body in a form optimized for martial arts(MuÎä). However, her regular spirit had already reached the extreme of Mu for a long time, so she doesn¡¯t need to go through the cumbersome process anymore. Her body age has always been staying in her youthful days from the start.


    Of course, the youth and beauty on the outside had nothing to do with the cruelty in her hands, so she killed all the guys who had hastily aimed at her sword like catching bugs. It was only then that the central district grasped the seriousness of the situation as the bodies that were crushed on the floor and flattened like dried pollack were lined up everywhere she went.


    But it¡¯s no use. Whether or not Murim groups understand the situation, whether or not they send Jinyiwei* to the palace, whether or not the Sapa group is hostile to her. *TN: Embroidered Uniform Guard


    It didn¡¯t matter. As long as she went strong, the result was inevitable. Gupilbang* was destroyed, the five greats were destroyed, the Imperial Palace became a sea of fire, and Sapa¡¯s miscellaneous boats just bowed their heads in fear. At the end of the journey, she overpowered the gangs¡¯ last hope,  the pass of the 10-member squad, consisting of only masters above the minimum level of the prefectural police, with a single-foot cloud and killed them with a single punch. *TN: Name of a martial art gang.


    That was the end of course. Jungwon is neither a million troops nor a million elite. She was only defeated by one cheonma. However, the winner didn¡¯t feel any emotion. Victory was a matter of course, and so was the wary gaze of the weak.


    The fear, resentment, hatred, disgust, anger ? and awe of people from Jungwon.


    All that gaze, attention, attention, attention, she took it for granted as if breathing.


    And fed up with it all, she decided to go into training. It has been 20 years since the era of the Mado world was opened in Jungwon. Now, there was no longer a man coming at her or a strong enemy to entertain herself.


    Then, she may wait a little while holding her breath. When the years passed and everyone forgot her name, the existence of cheonma. She was sure that a rival who could satisfy her needs would be born.


    Unfortunately, she was a little too immersed in the martial arts training when she entered the private training with that thought. She fell too deep into a trance with the excitement of finding a clue to a higher level.


    How long has it been? How long has it been? Beyond the meaningless drama that may be unprecedented in all dimensions of the higher level, perhaps even existing, by grasping the clues of enlightenment that were not finally caught.


    She opened her eyes with a sense of satisfaction only after growing herself to a new state where even the gods and demons could not help but fear, and whether it was really allowed by humans.


    Then she realized. There¡¯s no one left in the world. She doesn¡¯t know how long it¡¯s been, but the outside world has already changed too much. Was it a plague, a war, or did they have other reasons? Humanity was destroyed while she was in private training.


    That day, she learned about a new world called ¡®Gallery for Loners After Demise¡¯. Only then did she realize that no one was interested in her, did she realize that it was another¡¯s indifference. It was a fresh feeling that she felt for the first time in a long time since she was in Murim Elementary School.


    ¡°There is no talent in this ¡®gallery¡¯ to stimulate my desire to win.¡±


    She made a conclusion after taking a long time to carefully observe the gallery¡¯s side. As this ¡®gallery¡¯ is an object that gathers all kinds of breeds from countless dimensions in one place, there might be a strong person who can match her. No, she¡¯s sure there is.


    But none of them, for real, trained in martial arts. God, dragon, devil, machine, superpower¡­ Each had its own strength in one or more dimensions in its own way.


    But that¡¯s it. Just simply strong cannot beat a cheonma. The totality of the magic of overcoming, defeating, breaking, and killing the opponent to establish her own will.


    Magic, superpowers, science and technology, faith¡­ They cannot beat a warrior with such miscellaneous knowledge. They cannot defeat a warrior who throws away abundance and progress and concentrates only on destruction and slaughter. Those who are bound by reason and providence cannot kill a free cheonma.


    That¡¯s why she gave up taking pleasure in fighting. Then what¡¯s left is.


    The eyes of others. Fear, awe, worship.


    The attention of others. Enthusiasm, excitement, follow.


    She hopes, she seeks, she yearns.


    Yeah, she¡¯s gotten too strong.


    And that¡¯s why?


    She became an attention seeker.

 CH 12

    Ep.12  Popular Board ¨C 6


    ¡­Of course, that didn¡¯t mean that Cheonma would be going around and messing up the gallery in the future. It was true that she wanted the attention of others, but it meant awe and enthusiasm to the utmost. She had no desire to be looked at with annoyance or contempt, at least if it was horror.


    In the first place, there is already an unrivaled number one rival in the field that no one can match. Gonic¡¯s ¡®The Lord of Darkness¡¯, also called ¡®Dark Lord¡¯ for short. He had already been able to pull the aggro in various ways, such as spamming, posting clickbait, nasty pictures, and doing goroshi at pattak to indiscriminate. He only comes out like a ghost and messes around only when there is no juttak, his movements were no different from a cockroach.


    So now she has to imitate in the same way to hear them calling her Dark Pakuri, Dark warrior. Lucky for her that those old users don¡¯t call her juhwaimma*, or why the machinist was not able to learn. *TN: The term is used often in martial arts novels. When the character is in ¡®juhwa imma¡¯ state, that means he/she lost most of his/her power and cannot walk.


    Cheonma thought as she twisted her beautiful face with anger. This is unreasonable. How come there are so many texts of martial arts novels but no one knows martial arts in the gallery? How did they just pull those things out of the ruined dimensions and keep them in the archives? She sometimes enjoys reading the well-written one, but among them, there were often rare works and peculiar works.


    ¡°How dare you call me a ¡®martial art addict¡¯? Isn¡¯t it normal to get angry when you read such rubbish?!¡±


    Honestly, it was understandable to describe Cheonma Singyo as a group of evil. In any case, the background of martial arts novels is mostly in Jungwon, and from the perspective of Jungwon people, Magyo was no more than just an aggressor. She herself didn¡¯t have a deep affection for realism.


    However, there were too many points that it took to let go of the distortion and fabrication of facts. The last time when she was teased on the gallery was a deliberate work to make fun of martial arts lovers in the first place, but there were more than one or two other things to make her feel uncomfortable.


    ¡°How did the public rain of petals was written in this house? Why did those big noses write about the apricot swordsmanship when not a single apricot flower blooms on the vocalnic land?¡±


    For a long time, Cheonma suddenly realized that she had deviated from the original subject of the accident. This is why the stream of consciousness is scary. Cheonma shook her head and turned on the gallery again.


    But there was still no mention of her. It¡¯s only the hot issues that are slowly cooling down and some of the usual meaningless posts. Cheonma questioned her current situation. Aside from her own subjective feelings, how can she not become a hot topic when she staged such a show of force in the audience yesterday?


    To be honest, at this point, it was almost like gritting her teeth and ignoring it rather than not being interested. Her story didn¡¯t come out very badly, even when she was just breathing and doing nothing. Most of them are her being a martial addict, of course, but anyway.


    Cheonma felt some sort of contrivance in this situation now. No one must have really been impressed by her defeatist appearance. At least, she wanted to believe that.


    But even so, why the hell? Where in the world is the reason to avoid mentioning her? It¡¯s not like she made a fuss in the gallery, and there¡¯s no way they would ignore just because she showed off her strength at the arena.


    [Tip. What is ¡°Troll Feeding¡±?]


    [An abbreviation for ¡®Don¡¯t feed the trolls. The most effective way to deal with the attention seekers who often pull an aggro is none other than ¡®ignoring¡¯. Don¡¯t add more wood to fire to those who want to burn the gallery


    [However, there are many people in the gallery, more and more people who are impatient, so it¡¯s not easy to handle it.]


    She checked if there was anything related to her in the gallery¡¯s banned word list, but of course there was no such thing. Actually, even if it¡¯s a banned world list, she¡¯s not that famous, so she must be the first cheonma or something, which is possible if she takes a long way around..


    She was the one who enlightened the truth of the universe, but even if she knew the inside of the thousand-year-old universe, she could not know the inside of a person. After an empty ego-searching, the blue feeling Cheonma pressed refresh thinking it was the last time. And?


    ¡°Oh?¡±


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: Why isn¡¯t anyone talking about Cheonma?]]


    [I¡¯m just a newbie so I don¡¯t know much, but isn¡¯t Cheonma stronger than the Ice-Fire duel?


    He just wiped out the barrier in the audience with his hand gesture, but no one is talking about it on the gallery]


    She didn¡¯t press refresh with any special expectations. No, to be exact, it wasn¡¯t that she didn¡¯t expect it, but she was already giving up to some extent inwardly. At that time, one of the shared IDs mentioned her publicly for the first time.


    And is that one post a catalyst?


    [Teacher of Wisdom*: Dunno?]


    [??(023.708)] Well. I thought everyone would be talking about it, but no one is saying anything.]


    [??(114.603)] I guess they were too scared to say anything]


    Suddenly, the atmosphere of the gallery began to change rapidly.


    [Writer: That¡¯s Too Much*]


    [Title: Honestly, I was a bit scared yesterday]


    [It¡¯s my first time seeing a curtain break


    When the god of creation and the devil used to mess with me, it didn¡¯t move at all. How did she break it down?


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: Really hahahaha Is that really a human being?]


    [First Fire Thief in Olympus¡¯ history*: Her existence itself is a bug. Does that make sense?]


    One by one, the users began to ask questions about cheonma.


    [Popular Board]


    [Writer: Scholar Passing By*]


    [Title: To be honest, if you were so scared yesterday, press like hahahahahaha]


    [When the curtain is down, you almost peed yourself, press like hahahahahahah]


    [Like 568] [Dislike 0]


    [??(001.124): I remember making fun of him as if he¡¯s going to end his life]


    [Daesurim Forest Keeper*: Super like hahahahaha]


    ?[Sekmusae*: A scared elf]


    [??(023.708): My heart almost stopped because I forgot about the barrier*¡­] *TN: Name of an old area located in Jeolla Do.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: A multi-dimensional exploded and you wanted to use a shield.. It¡¯s not safe hahahahahaha If you got hit, 100% you¡¯re going to die.]


    [Sam of wisdom: Yes, Life Force Vessel is invincible and I¡¯m undead]


    Finally, a frantic masquerade party post about yesterday began.


    [Writer: ??(114.603)]


    [Title: Maximum bubble at this time¡­txt.]


    [It¡¯s the classic Ice-Fire battle.


    The tent ceiling that doesn¡¯t get scratched even when they attack together but it melted in Cheonma¡¯s hand


    Until now, people who were still giving appraisal while watching the amazing competition are at the level of Icicle union and Fire-lover union hahahahaha


    Oh, it¡¯s¡­ N E W! Ice-Fire Duel!!]


    [Like 1,028] [Dislike 312]


    [Metal is My Friend*: Fuck hahahahahahaha]


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: This is weird, not weak]


    ?[Hungry Seori Han*: Really;; She logged out from the image of a dark martial art addict. I love it ]


    ?[Siwoo Stop*: Boult and Goat signed the first alliance hahahahaha]


    ?[(023 (023.708): Is there anyone beside ¡®Cheonma¡¯? What is this ¡®Martial art addict¡¯? Fuck hahaha]


    [Cold Sleep*: Juttak, I¡¯m being serious. Can I delete this?]


    ?[Definition of Light*: Let them be.]


    ***


    [Writer: Killing the Wizard*]


    [Title: Like if compared to martial arts, magic is cooler hahahaha]


    [If you can feel that they were getting timid for a while in front of the ¡®real thing¡¯ while shooting fireworks and playing snowballs, press like hahahahaha


    Even if there¡¯s a truck of magicians, cheonma can handle them within 1 sec hahahahaha


    Me first hahahahaha]


    [Like 471] [Dislike 880]


    [Teacher of Wisdom*: You¡¯re crossing the line]


    [Teacher of Wisdom*: Want to taste some explosions?]


    ?[Killing the Wizard*: If you don¡¯t want to go back to ashes after getting hit by an undead, get out]


    [Dragon Ascent*: Where did this kind of lunatic come from]


    [Please Let Me Eat New Thing Every Day*: I don¡¯t know about martial arts, but magic<<<<<<faitht]


    ?[Dragon Ascent*: What the fuck? Do you mean you want to see whose fire is hotter?]


    ?[??*: Stop picking fights, you brats. Pattak set fire to the gallery and went down together.]


    ***


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: Am I the only one who thought Cheonma was so cool?]


    [Scary things are scary, but honestly, she was so cool¡­


    I almost fell in love with her because she¡¯s kinda manly


    What kind of martial art love is this?]


    [Like 1,121] [Dislike 0]


    [??(023.708) : Jongboong! Please sign it!]


    [??(001.124): Cheonma ¡­ He is the rightful ruler of the Jungwon Murim¡­]


    [??(114.603)] Honestly, based on her usual way of speaking, her muscles are bumpy and her gray hair


    I thought she would be a messy old man, but I was surprised because she was a pretty girl hahahahaha


    The gap makes no sense]


    ***


    Cheonma remained still for a while because of the explosive response that was not enthusiastic.


    The corners of Cheonma¡¯s mouth, who was staring blankly at the gallery, soon began to rise little by little by little.


    ¡°Wow, hmm. I don¡¯t want to know how they can say such embarrassing stuff¡­¡±


    It was cheonma who fanned her face with a burning face, but the soaring corners of her mouth could not be hidden.


    Yeah, this was it. She¡¯s scared, but at the same time, she looked up to, yearn for something?


    This thrilling heat, that¡¯s what she wanted.


    It builds up the interest of someone who once enjoyed it to death and forgot its preciousness from the beginning.


    And at the end of it?


    ¡°It¡¯s the Return of Cheonma Singyo¡­!¡±


    The images of the believers who obey her orders absolutely, and the chants of Cheonma Jaerim Manma Angbok*, which will make the whole world cry, are constantly heard. Cheonma couldn¡¯t hold back the laughter that kept getting out from her lips. *TN: It means once the Cheonma comes back, all of the demons have to serve under the cheonma.

 CH 13

    Ep.13 Future Planning ¨C 1


    Gallery for Loners After Demise. It is a super-dimensional community that encompasses the multiverse, where many loners from all over the world are sucked in. The conditions for entering the gallery are extremely simple.


    Once a member of civilization, living in the confines of society, losing all of it and being alone, that¡¯s it. When the civilization is annihilated and the member is left by him or herself, conditions are established.


    However, if there is one fatally difficult disadvantage, is it that the standard of judgment is the entire world? If civilizations other than one¡¯s own are still alive at the same time, the gallery will pass them.


    Well, if you¡¯re all dead and you¡¯re left alone, but unfortunately, if aliens are living far away in the outer world, the doorknob won¡¯t open. Or, in extreme terms, ¡°intellectual life¡± itself is out even if there is only one more person besides yourself, so if ¡°undead¡± intellectual life is buried somewhere, the rope will rot and break.


    For example, suppose you, a modern man, are left alone in the world at the end. You persevered and persevered through the heinous odds of one in seven billion. You are the last survivor, at least of all existing humans.


    Nevertheless, you cannot enter the gallery if you have a sealed deity somewhere underground or a wild cheonma in training in a private area. At this point, the competition rate of sperm running toward eggs seems to be fairies.


    Few people in the gallery have a large stake in this extreme manure network. The estimated number of people residing in the gallery is about 1500, which seems to be more than expected. Imagine, in countless, literally countless, parallel worlds, there are only 1500 people who pick up intellectual life without asking or arguing if conditions are right.


    How many dimensions are there in this world? 100,000? 10 billion? A thousand trillion? No one knows. Time is expanding and growing because it¡¯s multi-dimensional.


    And of those many dimensions, there are only 1500 dimensions that meet the conditions of the gallery¡¯s entrance. So, objectively speaking, he¡¯s very lucky to be invited to the gallery.


    Silently approaching from the background and thrusting a hand ax into the head of a zombie who jumped out of nowhere.


    He thought.


    Couldn¡¯t he have used that wonderful luck in a way that the world wouldn¡¯t get fucked up from the beginning?


    Crash?


    Infected people swarming like dogs from all sides as soon as the surprise attack was discovered. The stupid, thoughtless movement in the early days of the infection explosion was no longer visible. Did they learn the pattern of hunting humans over time, or did their intelligence rise as the body began to coexist with the virus?


    Either way, it didn¡¯t bode very well. He pulled out a pistol at a quick pace like a gunman in a western drama, and calmly fed a bullet to the forehead of zombies who were forming a crude siege.


    Their running speed was not as fast as humans, and their endurance was not as good. Nevertheless, if he was surrounded, that¡¯s it. He was crushed by mass and had to break through the path before tearing his limbs.


    This is why he didn¡¯t want to come to the city. Adversarial impurities were always hidden between the dull gray patterns of concrete and asphalt. However, it was also necessary to stop by the city to supply essential items, including bullets.


    ¡°I feel like if I pack about 100 shots, I think I might use 30 shots on the spot¡­¡±


    Still, if zombies have the last conscience, they have not produced a strange strain that could only appear in movies or games.


    When a user who is in a similar situation to him in the gallery tells the story of a strain that shoots infectious saliva, or a strain the size of a house that crushes a tram in a single kick-off


    He thought. He¡¯s lucky enough, though. But couldn¡¯t we just use that luck to stop the worm-like virus from spreading, right?


    As he broke through the siege without thinking, he was able to get rid of the zombies before he knew it. As he sneaked into the alleyway and went on guard against the surroundings, the chase had been cut off for a while. Zombies often eat only humans and wild animals in movies, but think realistically.


    Humanity has long been destroyed, and animals are not easy enough to be caught by those slow guys. And regardless of whether it¡¯s a zombie, you die if you can¡¯t eat and drink. As long as they don¡¯t create energy beyond the limits of living things, of course they do.


    A group of infected people who failed to hunt had only one way to choose to tackle the intense calorie burn.


    Scratch?


    He whistled as if he knew it when he heard a desperate scream from the city center far away. Once the breeding of the same race has begun, all the remaining infected people in the city will flock there. So now he can take a breather indoors and wait for the slow joining procession to end.


    He naturally opened the door of the house and went inside, as if he had done it once or twice. After checking that there was no one inside, he took out beef jerky from his bag and chewed it. Whenever salt covered with beef jerky poked his tongue, he drank a few sips of water in a large-capacity bottle.


    ¡°At times like this, pizza and a can of beer would be perfect.¡±


    There was no room for such a thing to remain at a time when the water and electricity were cut off. It must have gone bad and been infested with flies and fungi. No, by now, even he¡¯d be rotten and smeared, leaving no trace. Although he knew it in his head, he still couldn¡¯t give up the sweetness of civilization even after about two years after the situation broke out.


    But there¡¯s no other choice. How can he not think of the good times while tearing off the beef jerky that he made? He turned on the gallery.


    The gallery was crowded with people just in time. Yesterday, there was a festival atmosphere all day long due to the classic Ice-Fire battle, but today, the formidable force of Cheonma seemed to have become a hot topic. He could understand why the gallery was so noisy, as he watched the atrocities of Cheonma from the stands.


    ¡°I couldn¡¯t believe it was a person¡­¡±


    In the gallery, he only left a comment saying, ¡°I saw something scary,¡± but in fact, he was quite shocked at that time. He¡¯s seen all kinds of strange tribes in the gallery, but he was somehow convinced. He managed to fool himself.


    Oh, she¡¯s a wizard. She lives in a world where she can charge power anytime. She¡¯s a dragon. The species is different in the first place. The devil? Is there any need to say that? A warrior? A saint? A priest? He wished there was only one such kind god here. Ultra-high artificial intelligence? If the world hadn¡¯t looked like this, wouldn¡¯t something similar have come out someday.


    And every time he saw ordinary survivors in a similar situation to himself, he felt a strange sense of relief with his fellow soldiers. It¡¯s not that they¡¯re ugly, they¡¯re okay. They¡¯re weirdly strong.


    But Cheonma, who must¡¯ve been in the same category of human beings, is¡­ With only endless training, she gained a force that no one could overcome.


    The fact made him feel indescribably depressed.


    ¡°While others are filming fantasy movies with martial arts, I¡¯m the only one who¡¯s in the genre of apocalypse.¡±


    Is the source of that depression a sense of shame or deprivation? Maybe it¡¯s both.


    The gallery was the only channel of communication for him and the line of emergency, but at the same time, it was like a sea of stars that could never be reached no matter how much he reached out. He envied the calmness of daily life, which was not dissatisfied with the basic food, clothing, and shelter of the strong people who could protect their bodies no matter what happened.


    However, he feels too pathetic and insignificant to tell them to share the light and warmth even a little.


    He couldn¡¯t bear to tell anyone in the gallery so he closed his mouth. He didn¡¯t want to make other users feel pressured.


    ¡°Aah¡­¡±


    The last survivor of the four-dimensional phase coordinate 001.124.517.189 is.


    He leaned back as if he were burying himself on the sofa in someone else¡¯s living room, and stared blankly at the ceiling.


    ¡°I want to do hoi bing-hwan. No, come to think of it, regression is mine.¡±


    It was absolutely no use for him to do this again.


    ***


    On the morning of the third day after I accessed the gallery, I woke up busily and stuck space food in my mouth as usual. Yesterday, I couldn¡¯t sleep at night because the cheap post was unexpectedly uploaded as a popular post without much thought.


    I was overwhelmed by eating more than a thousand recommendations on the subject of Newbie, although it was not without him. There was another decisive factor that made my heart beat.


    [You will receive the reward by posting on popular post board!]


    [Popular point +1]


    I didn¡¯t know where and how this popular point was used, but I tried to be as calm as I could, but I had no choice but to imagine a rosy future.


    Can we strengthen our status with this? Muscular strength, intelligence, or magic, luck, or energy?


    Just imagining it made me feel good and my mouth opened wide.


    ¡°This is life.¡±


    ?

 CH 14

    Ep.14 Future Planning ¨C 2


    But it¡¯s a precious thing to be able to see through the beads. It doesn¡¯t mean anything if you don¡¯t know how to write, even if you get points. I fluttered into the gallery with inflated expectations.


    [Writer: 001.068)]


    [Title: I got a point. How do I use it?]


    [I¡¯m in a hurry]


    At this time, I was already in full operation of the happiness circuit for the rosy future. Isn¡¯t life right when the state window opens up and flows in an easy way?


    It doesn¡¯t matter if we give 7 billion people to the last survivor!


    As if to laugh at my blueprint, the friendly comments of the users tried to lick me.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: Get it? What?]


    [??(023.708) : Calm down, newbie. You¡¯re not supposed to eat that.]


    [Cold Sleep*: He¡¯s excited right now. It¡¯s no use.]


    For a moment, I felt like I was covered with cold water on my face and came to my senses. What?


    It¡¯s no use for anything? What the hell are you talking about?


    [??(001.068) : ?? Then how about this? He probably gave it to her because it¡¯s for something]


    ?[Cold Sleep]: It¡¯s just a show of combat power. It¡¯s a measure to brag about how much I cleaned up]


    ?[Suspiciously Rich*] By the way, my writing ability is 15000.]


    ?[??(001.068) : What¡­?]


    This is ridiculous. I was so happy with getting only one point, but was it just a decoration? What the hell?


    [??(023.708): Stop making fun with the  newbie. Of course, they gave it to you so you can use it somewhere.]


    Just then the kind old man gave me hope. There was a new comment at the moment when my eyes were automatically energized by the expectations that were revived in an instant.


    [??(023.708): I¡¯ll use it to bet on the arena corner.]


    [Suspiciously Rich*: That¡¯s right hahahahaha That exists too]


    [Cold Sleep*: This time, I made a wish to myself. But then all my property was stolen.


    Gosh, the concept is deleted]


    ¡°Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!¡±


    I¡¯ll correct it. They gave me hope and put me back in the gutter. Having been hit by a high-altitude lift and drop, I rolled on the bed and cried.


    [??(001.068): No, really? Is that really it?]


    When I asked as if I was denying the reality, the answer came back as if I had waited.


    [??(023.708): There is actually one more use. It¡¯s the gallery¡¯s store.]


    [??(001.068): I believed in you! So what can I buy there?]


    Yeah, I thought something was wrong. Points are written to the limit. Betting on the arena may change the owner of the point, but it does not consume at all. Just keep increasing like Zimbabwean dollars¡­!


    No wonder there are stores that can consume points!


    But what the hell are they selling? Daily necessities like food and drinking water? It¡¯s too shabby. I don¡¯t think that¡¯s it. Are they selling legendary weapons or skills? He¡¯s got super-luxury supplies like elixir and dimensional scrolls


    These shared IDs taught me the truth, as I was spreading all kinds of imagination again.


    [??(023.708)] You can buy quality disicon as much as you want.]


    [?? (001.068) : ¡­And?]


    [?? (023.708)] That¡¯s all!]


    [??(001.068)] Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!]


    The cruel truth that I never wanted to know got into my mind relentlessly. In a sense of hopelessness and shame at the bottom, I kicked the covers and screamed.


    [Tip. What is a ¡®dicicon¡¯?]


    [Short for Dimensional Community Emoticon. It is a word used to refer to an emoticon that is used instead of a comment image in the gallery. At one time, names such as Demise Con or Lonely Con were used interchangeably, but they were eventually fixed to their current name because of their poor tone.]


    [It was created when users who were dissatisfied with the desolation of comments that only supported text in their early days created and traded their own emoticons]


    [In fact, after the end of the day, the loner gallery supports comment images after the ver.2 patch, so there is no reason to buy and sell disicon at the moment, but the culture created by users from the district, who have been active since the beginning, has been established and remains in shape.]


    Yes, after all, this popular point is really useless. It was for no reason that the old characters who experienced all kinds of hardships treated the popular points as combat power. It¡¯s either that I sent a lot of questions, whether I did it longer than others or that I made it dense with a real voltage scale¡­! In the end, it¡¯s a decoration that has only that much meaning, a popular point!


    After shouting like that for a long time, I soon accepted the reality with a stretch.


    [??(001.068): Please recommend an emoticon]


    [??(023.708)] If you¡¯re going to buy it for the first time, it¡¯s definitely this universe frog emoticon. It¡¯s called the essence of a disicon that can express the joys and sorrows of intelligent life with a cone.]


    I made a dicicon following the recommendation of the old shared ID. Since I bought it, I¡¯ll take a test.


    I¡¯m going to use it. I tried to leave a comment by putting only emoticons without any words.


    [??(001.068): (Universe frog con with a sad expression)]


    [??(001.068): (WJ frog con is crying with sad expressions)]


    [??(001.068): (Con in the universe is shooting a pistol in the air)]


    [??(001.068): (WJ frog con hangs himself with a rope)]


    Is it just me?


    I only made a disicon, but somehow my eyes seemed to be a little moist¡­


    ***


    In the end, my grand plan to eat my future life day by day with popular post stats all went up in smoke. If you¡¯ve worked so hard so far, shouldn¡¯t you slowly eat me for the rest of your life? I thought so when I was eating dinner by passing over the tearful space food over my neck.


    But it seemed that fate never wanted me to climb the uphill path of my life.


    After enduring a long military life somehow, I thought that my life would bleed as a pilot for a spaceship, but I think the world will be destroyed, and I¡¯m in danger of slowly drying up due to the depletion of food and water on Mars.


    In the meantime, I was happy to access the gallery for a while, and in the end, all I got was two chickens over the past three days. Come to think of it, I wonder where it is. Anyway,


    ¡°In the end, back to square one¡­ Is it?¡±


    It is often said that a bad brain causes physical pain, but I think a little differently. If you don¡¯t have luck, your head and body suffer. It is truly the first place to not walk the path of hardship at all from the beginning¡­!


    In that sense, I couldn¡¯t be first class. If so, the second-class has no choice but to work hard in its own way. By utilizing the given resources somehow.


    ¡°The answer was set from the beginning. I need the help from the users.¡±


    If I could do something on my own, I would have done something earlier. However, unlike my colleagues who have already left this world, I am not an intellectual who has a Ph.D.


    Gunbari pilots, who are only good at flying and aerial warfare at best, and even the most important property, the spaceship, are surplus manpower. The only thing I¡¯m confident about right now is wetting the rice and water¡­!


    If it doesn¡¯t work on my own, it¡¯s natural to borrow other people¡¯s strength. But how?


    ¡°My mother used to say that everything in the world is give and take.¡±


    It was an unchanging truth that I always kept in my heart. If someone gave me something, I had to put something in his hand somehow. If I give something to someone, I¡¯ll expect to get something from him.


    It didn¡¯t have to be a ¡®deal¡¯ where the balance of the scale was sharp. But I think it¡¯s right to show at least the least sincerity, or respect, to each other. If the other person does me a favor, it is the national rule to buy a drink at least one meal, no matter how trivial it may be, and the reverse is also established.


    If you don¡¯t, you¡¯ll end up feeling anxious inside. ¡®Maybe he forgets that he owes me money¡¯ and ¡®Maybe he feels disgusted with me¡¯. The person who gave or received may only have the result of becoming uncomfortable. It would have been a relationship that began with good intentions at best.


    I don¡¯t mean to deny the sublime of good faith that comes and goes without a price, but at least I believe it should shine ¡®when it¡¯s hard for the other person to reciprocate at least¡¯. Wouldn¡¯t it be strange to give a helping hand to the elderly living alone who have difficulty even moving and hope for a price?


    I mean, I couldn¡¯t ask for help and see it without a break. It¡¯s like begging for help without a price. It was an act of relying on the other person¡¯s sympathy and compassion.


    I wouldn¡¯t say it¡¯s bad, but at least it was the last option to pick when I was in a tight spot to the point where I couldn¡¯t get any more answers. Relying entirely on the other person¡¯s sympathy and compassion, in other words, the other person¡¯s heart


    This means that aid can be cut off at any time at this change.


    That situation is not good in many ways. For my self-reliance and survival, not to give the other person the burden and fatigue of ¡®I hold this person¡¯s line.¡¯


    ¡°It¡¯s 18 days until we run out of food and water¡­¡±


    It was a short time if it was short, but there was still room. There is still room for measures other than clinging to someone¡¯s feet and shouting Mayday¡­


    Even so, how do you pay the ¡®cost¡¯?


    After all, that was the biggest problem. I said give and take, but I can¡¯t give anything to the others in the gallery.


    Money? I don¡¯t even have it. What value does the currency of the earth have for them? Well, if you¡¯re an antique dealer who deals in other dimensions, you might be interested¡­ You couldn¡¯t have brought money to Mars. The premise is meaningless from the start.


    Labor? How much does it cost to work for an ordinary person who can¡¯t use magic and doesn¡¯t know martial arts? I wondered if I could even pay for the chicken delivery from the last time, even if I lived the rest of my life as a slave.


    Should I turn this ship over? No, just thinking about cancer doesn¡¯t pay. It¡¯s not that I¡¯m losing money, but does it never reach the cost of helping beyond the barrier of dimension? It wasn¡¯t even normal, and there was nothing with the broken spacecraft.


    ¡°What I can give you, what I can give you¡­¡± The other person will be satisfied and nod¡­¡±


    Grasping his head, muttering like a madman, he suddenly stopped. The answer that I didn¡¯t realize even though I was just around the corner has passed through my mind.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    A common value that unspecified people in the gallery can immediately understand. What I can offer them without difficulty, even everyone wants to.


    There was only one thing like that.


    Neither civilization nor society has collapsed, so they do not dwell on material values, but wander around the gallery in search of only new stimuli.


    The best gift for those cyber ghosts.


    ¡°Fun¡­¡±


    If the content was so interesting that users could see it, the scale would have been balanced enough.

 CH 15

    Ep.15 Future Planning ¨C 3


    But even if it¡¯s fun, how? At first, I thought I should become a clown for the users and say something like, ¡®Thank you for your support 127.653, but I soon discarded it in my head.


    The gallery itself does not support real-time streaming at all, but at the beginning, most of them here are rotten people that reside in the gallery all year round¡­! They are entertainment ghosts who cannot skip meals. If you try to be funny with a clumsy joke, you¡¯ll hear someone say, ¡®I¡¯ve already seen it¡¯, or ¡®Jong HaHaHa Jong HaHaHaHa¡¯.


    Then the answer is clear. I don¡¯t have to force myself to be funny. I can use my survival as content. A game that aims to make me survive in the barren land of Mars that I cannot enjoy unless it¡¯s at this moment.


    ¡°But this can¡¯t be porridge or rice alone either. I need more staff.¡±


    If I¡¯m a game player, I need operators to manage the game. And I happen to know the right people for the role.


    ¡°These two will do.¡±


    Instead of writing a new post looking for people in the gallery, I commented on the two people¡¯s posts that had already been washed away for a long time. If you suddenly get a notification that there are comments on what you wrote a few days ago, you will have no choice but to press it because it bothers you.


    [Suspiciously Rich*: What¡¯s going on?]


    [??(023.708)] Do you have anything to say?]


    As expected, it wasn¡¯t long before the target responded. The fact that the two were called together in the previous post instead of digging up a new article and rolling it means that there is a story to be told without anyone else¡¯s notice. The old figures, well aware of the fact, expressed doubts.


    [??(001.068)] I brought an interesting story. Want to hear?]


    [??(023.708) : ??]


    [Suspiciously Rich*: What is it? Let¡¯s hear it first.]


    It wasn¡¯t a story that should have been kept secret, but when no one knows about this, it¡¯s fun to burst out in a surprise shot.


    In the remote corner of the gallery that no one cares about, a plot is being planned. At first, the two, who listened without much thought, willingly volunteered to cooperate as soon as the story was over.


    ***


    At first glance, the solitary gallery after the end seemed to be a very pleasant and lively place, but as anywhere else, it was not without shade.


    The gallery, which had been working just fine, was quite often cut off from one day, and it was not uncommon for a dying survivor to disappear after encountering the gallery for the first time.


    At dawn, when it was emotional, there were people who sometimes lamented their status or wrote about the desperate situation in the gallery. Whenever that happened, rather than ignoring it because it was not her job, there was an atmosphere of support in the gallery.


    Nevertheless, there is only one reason why there are so few hands of practical help or relief.


    This is because it is almost impossible to go beyond the wall of dimension and go to another world.


    There is a misunderstanding that those who first encountered information about inter-dimensional delivery services or dimensional leapfrog railways in the gallery, but isn¡¯t it easier to move to the dimensions than you think? It is an illusion that


    However, in the case of inter-dimensional delivery services, there is a fatal disadvantage that only ¡°non-life¡± below a certain amount of information can be transported. Transporting people or other intellectual life beyond dimensions is more than simply difficult, because the soul of life cannot withstand the impact of passing through the walls between dimensions. Even this is by no means omnipotent, with non-service dimensions everywhere.


    In the case of dimensional leapfrog railways, this problem can be solved to move humans and other creatures safely and quickly, but there are very few galleries that benefit from running only a set route (dimensional). At first, the dimensional leap train is a property for the public interest of the dimensional group, not a private property that can be used at will to rescue other dimensions of ¡°non-citizens¡± who do not know where they are attached.


    In situations where these two methods cannot be solved, they need to borrow the power of this ability, not science and technology, to move to the next dimension.


    In that case, as much as you rely on the capabilities of the individual unit, you don¡¯t have to pay attention to the enormous amount of government sanctions or necessary infrastructure, but instead, the problem is that the pure difficulty increases tremendously.


    If it is a dimensional system with developed abilities, including magic and faith, the total amount of power, or pressure, that exists inside and outside the dimension, is naturally very high. At this point, it becomes ridiculously difficult to break through the dimensional barrier. Unlike the world with low concentrations of power, even the strongest players in the world can¡¯t afford to open the door.


    And even if you open the dimensional door at best, maintaining the gate that is about to be closed by a thick layer of power is a challenge¡­ Above all, the farther the destination, the more energy needed increases exponentially.


    If you go to a low-concentration section, which is less than 200 times the three digits in front of the IP far away, you will say, ¡®As expected, it¡¯s Jongbung! You¡¯re here to help!¡¯ ¡®No, I¡¯m trapped, too.¡¯ Even the same unbearable thing can happen¡­! No, it¡¯s unconditionally!


    In the first place, it was difficult to use power to write magic or miracles in a light other dimension, so even the users, who had enough power in the gallery, could not bear to stand up and stare.


    For that reason, the gallery users, who had to worry about their survival right away, had no choice but to live silently without dreaming of support from outside.


    ¡°Wait, there are some guys who can help as much as they want to help.¡±¡±


    Eleanor Marie, the last forest keeper of the Great Forest, sighed deeply. Her gaze, which looked through the gallery, reached countless comment notifications.


    ¡°It¡¯s because they¡¯re all bad things that shouldn¡¯t be met..¡±


    She frowned at the appearance of the gonics expressing their presence in the comments as if they were courting. She¡¯s the only one who¡¯s going all over the place, treating the wall of dimension as absent


    A heretic son who is an exception and never gets treated well in a gallery.


    At the beckons of the demons offering the contract, Eleanor looked around with self-help.


    Where did all the dense giant trees that once covered half of the continent go, and the disastrous reality of the Great Forest, which was reduced to a size not as large as a park, was seen. Standing in the middle of it, I can see the dead body of the world tree.


    She doesn¡¯t know why this happened. Although Eleanor has lived long enough for short-lived species, who are already 20 years old this year. By the time she grew up, the world¡¯s waters had already dried up.


    Historians had different positions on the cause of death of the World Water. Some say that the earth¡¯s spirit has been damaged by excessive development of humans, and some say that the curse of the murdered devil has caused the continent, including the world¡¯s water, to go through a great meltdown.


    But whatever the reason, there was no doubt that the continent suffered rapid desertification after the death of the world. Now that the green share of the land has decreased and decreased, and finally the aquifer is not an aquifer, all you can see outside was the hill of red sand.


    Eleanor could not control her feelings at the miserable sight of civilization.


    ¡°Fortunately, I protected the seeds at all costs¡­¡±


    In this environment, there was no way to grow the second world. The cause may be really a curse or a simple decline in intelligence, but there is no way that the seeds of the soft world water can withstand the harsh environment in which the intact world capital will dry up.


    If only the world water could be re-embedded somehow, she would have risked her life to fulfill her duty as a forest supporter, but there is no hope in this world. It was a time when Eleanor was seriously considering whether she should sell her soul to the devil to move to another level.


    ¡°Oh?¡±


    Her eyes stood out as she casually scanned the gallery. It was because the post just registered on the concept message board caught her attention.


    [Writer: ??(001.068)]


    [Title: Big event for those who are bored with life!]


    [There¡¯s a newbie who will die in 3 weeks.


    Yes, that¡¯s me. Because I¡¯m trapped on this damn Mars!


    I came out to explore, but the main camp collapsed, so I can¡¯t go back anymore


    (Picture attached)


    Can you see that bleak landscape? It¡¯s a barren land that you can¡¯t find.


    But there is still hope!


    Mars is the most similar to Earth¡¯s environment among other planets in the solar system.


    It¡¯s a place to live if you solve the light atmosphere, the dirty cold weather, the water shortage, the ecosystem that needs to be built from zero, and the planetary magnetic field that you can¡¯t see where it went!


    So¡­ I¡¯m going to explore this planet from now on.


    Yeah, we¡¯re going to raise the temperature of this damn planet, get the air pressure, get the atmosphere, and plant trees. You just farm or build a greenhouse to make a living? It may be possible if you open your hands, but it¡¯s such a lame and infantile idea. So from now on, I¡¯d like to suggest you a game. The foundation is this empty planet that transforms it into a habitable environment, decorating and developing whatever it wants.


    There¡¯s no limit to freedom! Extreme reality that doesn¡¯t have to be realistic! Convenience without having to touch it yourself!


    One-coin rules are full of tension without continuity, and even if you slip a little, the ending credit is right in front of you! We have only 20 days left! Aren¡¯t we running out of time? Charge it if you pick it up! You can earn as much as 8 hours by sending just one chicken!


    What? Even if you want to help, you can¡¯t get over the wall called dimension?


    Don¡¯t worry! I¡¯ve already recruited two operators for that.


    If you want to participate, simply provide the remaining materials and write down your request!


    Then we¡¯ll collect the material from here and use it to develop Mars.


    Gods who want to have their own temple!


    Wizards who want to buy a great workshop!


    A species, who wants a perfect place to live!


    Other people who think their world is already hopeless, and those who think they need to do something and burn time because it¡¯s so boring!


    Just keep in mind that this may be your last chance to preoccupy honeyed properties!


    Please show a lot of interest and support for the new game, ¡°My Little Mars¡±]


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    Despite the fact that it has not been long since it was uploaded, the staff was also holding hands and muttering in a trembling voice.


    ¡°I have to¡­ ride this.¡±


    She had a hunch at the moment.


    In this big wave, she has to ride it now¡­!