The Birth of the Masterpiece

The Maker fan club…? [Verified] I was one of the hostages locked up in that prison back then.

First off, I’m a solid 180-centimeter-plus real man. Normally I wouldn’t have gone near a concert this gay. But my damn household mate caught the flu and threw a massive tantrum, screaming that I had to go instead because the Red Heroes were doing a goods raffle event and she absolutely needed the prize. So I dragged my ass there…

(Omitted for brevity)

…Anyway, I sat down and was just messing with my phone when Maker suddenly appeared. (Photo of Maker smiling brightly while holding a handheld mic.)

The second I thought, Why the hell is this guy here?, the kid next to me created iron bars and locked us all up. Lol. After that it was pure chaos. The people trapped in the prison lost their minds, and some guy who called the Red Heroes got beaten like a dog. I was thinking we were completely fucked when Maker offered one last chance and called for a hero.

What showed up was Ice Cream. Lol. I’d only ever seen her on the internet, but seeing her in person was like she had a damn halo behind her. Anyway, now we had to fight, right? But Maker suddenly started using us as leverage and even pulled out what looked like a bomb switch and started waving it around. Ice Cream had no choice but to accept his demands.

That’s when the genre kinda changed. (Image of Ice Queen wrapped in tentacles.) (Image of Ice Queen with a flushed face.) (Image of Ice Queen with her soaked white shirt completely see-through, bra visible.) (GIF of Ice Queen throwing her head back when Maker flicks her stomach with his fingertip.) (Image of Ice Queen with unfocused eyes and a completely melted expression.)

…Anyway, in the end Ice Cream saved us, and I’m writing this while getting a medical checkup before heading home safely. Thanks to my sister I got to see some really good stuff… (Photo of the Red Heroes concert ticket and wristband.)

“Whoa…”

The comments were written without any brakes, clearly showing how worked up everyone was. I scrolled up and looked at the photos of Ice Queen again. Every single one of them stimulated something very male. ‘Hmm.’ Did I go too far?

I clicked on the next post.

I just watched the live news broadcast and holy shit it was so erotic lololol. The way she was gasping while wrapped in tentacles, fucking hell lolololol.

I clicked on yet another post.

(Image of Ice Queen drenched and panting heavily.) (Image of Ice Queen with wet strands of hair clinging to her cheeks.) (GIF of Ice Queen shivering when someone blows on her ear.)

This is tonight’s dinner.

It didn’t take long after the users went wild in the comment sections for the blue badges and orange badges to appear and start cleaning things up.

“Hmm…”

Seeing the comments that were even more sexually harassing than I expected, I felt a brief pang of guilt thinking maybe I had gone a little too far. ‘The Hero Association will probably sue me with Ice Queen later anyway.’

After all, I’m a villain. There’s no need to worry about heroes.

While thinking that, a sudden question popped into my head.

‘Now that I think about it, what’s the general opinion about me?’

My name had come up in a few posts, but I couldn’t really get a clear sense of how people were reacting to this particular terror incident. I had planned to look at a comprehensive evaluation today, different from before…

‘Is it because this is the Hero Gallery?’

Since it was a gallery that turned every hero-related issue into bait, instead of talk about me, a villain, the threads were flooded with nothing but the Red Heroes—who had become the scapegoats—and Ice Queen.

‘It’s not like there’s a Villain Gallery either…’

The Association legally shut down any galleries of that kind the moment they were created. So how should I check the reactions…?

‘Should I start with Ice Queen’s fan café?’

It would probably be best to look at the side that hates me first. I typed the name of Ice Queen’s fan café into the search bar.

Ice Hill.

It was a fan café created by fans who fell for Ice Queen’s unique beautiful appearance and her skill as a hero.

‘And since Ice Queen went through quite a bit of humiliation because of me this time, their hostility toward me must be enormous.’

They were probably grinding their teeth right now, writing posts about how they wanted to kill me.

After a moment of staring at the loading screen with a penguin holding a “Welcome!” sign, I tilted my head.

“..?”

Once the loading finished, I couldn’t help but feel suspicious about the posts that appeared.

‘What the fuck is wrong with this place.’

I was so startled that I didn’t even click on any of the posts and just hit the back button.

‘This is definitely Ice Hill, right…?’

But why are they praising me over there?

…‘For now… let’s search somewhere else first…?’

I went back to the gallery section and did a comprehensive search. The moment I searched for the word ‘Maker,’ countless posts started pouring in real time.

“...?”

There were definitely a lot of posts about me. And they were mostly concentrated in one particular gallery.

“Maker Gallery…?”

What the hell is this gallery?

— Did you guys see Maker-nim’s photo today?

— Of course we did!

The people who were madly in love with Maker existed in surprisingly large numbers beneath the surface of the internet.

— Sigh… There aren’t many properly obtainable photos, it makes me so sad…

— Can’t be helped. After all, whether legally or socially, you can’t proudly say you like a criminal.

Speaking anonymously was fine, but even that was often treated as trolling and ignored by others.

— Guys, have you seen this?

But after one particular video began spreading across communities, the situation slowly started to reverse.

— …This is exactly why I hate heroes.

The video of Maker mocking Ice Queen and killing the wicked researcher without hesitation. Many people began showing signs of supporting Maker because of it.

— Guys, have you seen this?

And that wasn’t the end of it. This time, a video of Maker brutally murdering a villain spread.

— Why, why are you doing this to me!!

— Hmm… Let’s just say it’s for no particular reason. Wasn’t that a phrase you used quite often?

Once again, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠crowds of people began cheering.

Watching that, Maker’s fans quietly thought to themselves.

‘This… if we use it well… it might just work?’

Thanks to Maker’s actions, his fan club finally gained the chance to step out into the open world.

‘Everything for peaceful otaku activities!’

They began secretly working behind the scenes, scattering the question ‘Isn’t Maker actually a good person?’ across the internet.

— Guys, did you know Maker was actually like this?

— As expected of Maker.

— This guy seems different from other villains somehow.

Little by little. The public opinion that started beneath the surface eventually spread into a massive wave.

— Now that more people like our Maker-nim, shouldn’t we have a central point?

— But how do we create a central point…? It’s all legally blocked…

Even if people gathered, legal issues couldn’t be avoided. Individual support for a villain could be overlooked, but if it formed into a group, it became a different problem.

— Can I do it?

At that moment, one anonymous user spoke up.

— I’m a hacker so I’m good at building defense programs. I can guarantee anonymity within the site. No matter who tries to hack it, I can make sure nothing gets leaked.

— Okay! You’re hired!!

A site that wouldn’t be shut down by the Association’s attacks and anonymity that wouldn’t leak outside. The moment the anonymous user promised those things, the fans had no choice but to revere him as their leader.

— Then it would be good to have a fan club name too…

— Can I suggest that as well?

— Please tell us, Leader-nim.

The motif was the words Maker had said during his very first terror attack.

‘I hope you all become my masterpieces.’

Masterpiece. In English, Masterpiece.

Shortened to Mafi. Thus was born the fanatical fan club that would later be called the Masterpiece—or Mafidan—and mocked with the phrase “Ugh, those mafia bastards are causing trouble again.”

Because the target of Maker’s fan club was what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it was, the starting point was a community full of women. Naturally, it felt quite distant from male users at first.

But after this terror incident—

— From today onward, any attack on Maker will be considered an attack on me.

The male users’ favorability toward Maker shot straight to MAX.

— Maker ← This bastard is a massive dopamine bomb lolololol

— Maker is a god and this fact is even written in the Goguryeo Watermelon Records.

— I believe it. You’re definitely a man.

The humiliation of heroes. The sight of the noble, flower-like Ice Queen being broken on live broadcast in a way no one had ever managed before. It stirred something boiling up from deep below in every man.

— Guys, I’m ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠opening a gallery. Wanna come hang out there?

And the anonymous person who didn’t miss that heat began recruiting them.

— Won’t a gallery get shut down right away?

— It’s just a transit point using the gallery format. The actual foundation is a completely different site, so no one else can interfere. User IDs and personal information can’t be traced either.

— Is that even possible? There are specialists on the hero side for this kind of thing.

— It is possible. It’d be complicated to explain in detail, but simply put…

After listening to the anonymous explanation, it didn’t seem like it would cause them any harm. More and more users began to grow interested.

— What can we even do there??

— Anything. If there’s no Maker bait, just share porn and hang out.

— Are there any ban rules?

— As long as you don’t post gore or horror images, do whatever you want.

— Okay.

— Let’s gooo~~

And so the anonymous user, using his outstanding skills to persuade the users and create a gallery in the blink of an eye—

The anonymous user became the leader of Mafidan and the head mod—nicknamed “Jujak”—of the derivative group known as the Maker Gallery.

“...What the hell is this?”

And Maker, who had been completely unaware of the situation, could only stand there stunned after waking up to this sudden development.