The Magic Tower Lord Wants the Moderator

The Magic Tower Lord wants the Moderator.

[Title: Thank you so much for the sponsorship from North Sea Ice Palace Master Seol Yeon-hui. I dedicate all the credit for clearing the 3rd floor Extreme to Lady Seol Yeon-hui.] [Author: BlueSticker3] (Unbelievable achievement! Cleared the 3rd floor Extreme difficulty in just 4 seconds!) (First to defeat the mutant boss and earn the achievement!) (Chimera Elemental King Slime appearance image)

Thanks to the Ice and Snow Soldier Creation Art, you handled that super-hidden boss that had never appeared before with ridiculous ease.

“If you’re going to give up this quickly, why even start an argument?”

I let out a small sigh and pushed the gallery window that had been blocking my view slightly to the side. The Demon Cult and unorthodox faction guys trying to find any excuse to praise their own martial arts. And the random users venting their jealousy while clutching their stomachs in their rooms. The comment section had instantly turned into chaos, but I mercilessly hit the one-hour ban button on all of them and cleaned up the situation neatly.

After confirming that the bait had died down somewhat, I opened the system inventory window.

“Alright, time to check the rewards.”

Inside were the spoils neatly arranged from clearing the 3rd floor just moments ago. Among them, the one that immediately caught my eye was an old parchment document emitting a faint glow.

‘Unidentified Trait Scroll (B), huh.’

As I recalled, it couldn’t even be bought with coins, so it was literally a blank check that went for whatever price the seller demanded…

“Should I just sell it?… No.”

I was tempted for a moment, but unfortunately, right now, obtaining means to protect myself or further strengthening my abilities took priority over making money.

I carefully touched the scroll icon and pressed the open button.

Flash—!

A blinding golden light burst forth, and the scroll scattered like dust as a new system window appeared before my eyes.

“Skill Enhancement…? Oh, this seems pretty useful.”

It wasn’t a stat boost or a destructive attack skill, but in terms of versatility, it was a trait with endless applications. I should test it right away.

While pondering which skill to enhance, the one I used every night suddenly came to mind.

‘Will this work on Auto-Moderation Mode too?’

With a hopeful feeling, I immediately opened the administrator authority tab and linked the newly acquired Skill Enhancement trait to the Auto-Moderation Mode skill.

Ding—!

“… Jackpot.”

This wasn’t just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠some minor improvement. It wasn’t simply boosting the power of attack skills—it was an overpowered trait that could directly extend the duration of the system authority, Auto-Moderation Mode. Two extra hours a day. It might not seem like much, but to me, who was constantly subjected to extreme emotional labor dealing with disgusting images and gender war cups all day, it was like sweet rain during a drought—a truly delicious break.

“With this, I can moderate the gallery more leisurely and climb the Tower too.”

I smiled in satisfaction and stretched both arms out in the air. With sleep time fully secured and two hours left over, I could comfortably hunt or go eat something delicious during that time.

“Alright, if I want to rest properly later, I should work hard now.”

Humming a light tune, I turned my gaze back to the community window floating in the air. Maybe it was because my mindset had become noticeably more relaxed. Somehow, I felt like I could clear out the Tower’s shitposts a bit more enjoyably today.

While continuing to manage the community, a very famous username suddenly called me through the petition board. That username… if I remember correctly, it belonged to the Empire’s…

After a brief delay, the user began pouring out an incredibly long request as if they had been waiting for this moment.

All sorts of praise continued one after another, to the point where I could almost feel the excited breathing through the text. Unfortunately, my expression didn’t change in the slightest.

So that was the main point after all.

Just as I was about to register Cute Mage in the ban system and close the petition window—

500 million coins. That was 50 billion won in Korean currency. Stunned by the enormous amount, I couldn’t respond for a moment. Taking my silence as rejection, the Magic Tower Lord’s desperate messages came one after another.

Alternating between the desperate pleas filling the screen and the ban screen, I… pushed the ban screen aside. I had considered immediately tearing apart this crazy Magic Tower Lord who was begging the Moderator after already extorting 50 billion from the Emperor, but the other party was one of the Empire’s top figures.

‘Well, I should at least follow the rules.’

After finishing my deliberation, I left a firm final reply.

The Magic Tower Lord filled the petition board, desperately trying to hold onto me. However, rules were rules, so there was no reason to respond. After the petition window closed, I returned to peacefully focusing on gallery management work as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, the highest floor of the Empire’s Magic Tower.

“Waaah! I got rejected! Flat-out rejected!!”

Lillian, the strongest mage in the Empire and the owner of the Magic Tower, was rolling around on the carpeted floor, sobbing pitifully. Her silver hair, braided into two pigtails, was disheveled, and her loose mage robe was crumpled messily, but she paid no attention and thrashed about. Watching this from the doorway, the Vice Tower Lord let out a deep sigh and rubbed his forehead.

“Tower Lord… After reaching the path of transcendence and regaining your youth through reverse aging, is this all you do—throwing tantrums like a child?”

“Shut up! The Moderator rejected my proposal! If only I had coins… If only I had sent a message…!”

The Vice Tower Lord shook his head and continued his nagging.

“Your body may be small, but your physical age is already over twenty. And your ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mental age is 140…”

Before the Vice Tower Lord could finish speaking—

Tap!

Lillian, who had been lying on the floor crying, lightly snapped her fingers. In an instant, a blue thread of mana shot out from the air and stitched the Vice Tower Lord’s lips shut.

“Mmph! Mmph mmph?!”

Then, telekinetic magic lifted the Vice Tower Lord’s body and threw him straight out of the Tower Lord’s office door.

Bang!

Only after the door closed firmly did silence return to the Tower Lord’s office.

“Haa…”

Lillian stood up from the floor and wiped the tears from her eyes with her dusty sleeve. The childish expression she had worn while rolling on the floor just moments ago was nowhere to be seen. She stared intently at the system window floating in the air. Inside the window, the username ‘BlueSticker3’ was endlessly banning troublemakers and filling the management log in real time.

“I always get what I want.”

She slowly reached out and made a grabbing motion toward the blue moderator badge reflected in the air.

“So, Moderator, I will definitely have you too.”