Chapter 2

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 2

Chapter Title: Newbie Rampage in the Martial God Gallery

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Martial God Gallery

I posted a thread.

The reactions exploded.

Dozens of comments poured in instantly.

The moment I saw them, an inexplicable surge of emotion welled up inside me.

"This is..."

A feeling I'd long forgotten.

The instant it resurfaced, my fingers danced across the keyboard as if entranced.

It blew up.

I fired it off.

I unloaded it all.

The dark desires lurking inside me,

I let them all out without holding back.

"...Hah!"

By the time I snapped out of it, just like that last best comment said, the front page was completely trashed.

Most of it was my own shitposts.

"It was an accident?"

In English, an accident.

I'd pissed off what might be the last surviving human community in this ruined world.

If this kept up, a moderator might come swinging the banhammer.

But there were no regrets.

I'd been on my way out to die anyway—what was there to fear?

"Or not."

I wasn't even afraid of death because I had no lingering attachments to this life.

A world with no other humans like me left.

Mutants that kept multiplying no matter how many I killed.

Roots, bugs—anything edible was devoured, and now food supplies had hit rock bottom.

If struggling to survive any longer would just be pathetic thrashing, I figured I'd go out in a blaze of glory.

But turns out there were other survivors still kicking?

"Then I can't just die like this."

They all seemed a bit off in the head, sure,

but they still held onto their own brand of cheer.

Well, with guys like me still alive, there had to be some massive bunker buried underground somewhere far-off in America.

With feelings of joy and apology, I wrote my first normal post.

I didn't give exact location details.

You never know with the world.

If there were raiders lurking in this community, it'd be trouble, so I only mentioned my country.

Soon, my shitpost-turned-featured thread was flooded with comments.

Of course, none of the replies gave me the answers I wanted.

Made sense.

Forums aren't great for Q&A, and even if they were, no one owed me a thoughtful response.

But,

The reactions were all oddly off.

It wasn't that they didn't want to tell me—they genuinely seemed not to understand what I was saying.

To them, "apocalypse" felt like a story from some other world.

Something felt wrong, so I quickly hammered out another post.

And the replies kept coming.

Posts that felt like they existed in a completely different reality from mine.

Even someone spouted nonsense I couldn't make sense of.

On a hunch, I rapidly searched the gallery's posts and asked.

I wrote a straightforward, fact-packed post.

Once again, the comments exploded.

I replied to each self-proclaimed Martial God gal individually.

What I learned in the process was shocking: they were genuinely beings called Martial Gods.

And these Martial Gods—only one per dimension, guardians of their realms.

But,

'Me, on the same level as them as a Martial God?'

Me, whose greatest guarding feat was holing up in some abandoned mine in Gangwon Province mountains?

Overwhelmed by bewilderment, I moved the keyboard.

I was confused.

The Martial God gals were confused, and so was I.

Then, one gal asked.

Martial arts realm?

A familiar term from my youth reading webnovels and wuxia.

But,

Even at a glance, this gal looked more scholar than warrior—and she hooked back.

The situation spiraled into chaos.

The questioning gal pressed on.

It hit me.

There was a massive gulf between me and these so-called Martial Gods.