Chapter 4

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 4

Chapter Title: Anger Control Expert

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The gallery had exploded into chaos.

The culprit was me.

The iridescent icon gleaming in front of the gallery nicknames.

As soon as I saw it dangling there without thinking, the gallery, which had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fallen into a lull, heated up again in an instant, as if it had never cooled off.

"No, fuck."

Concept? What concept?

I'm wronged.

I'm flustered.

"I just clicked once."

It was a button that anyone would think was meant to be clicked on: [Become Moderator]. That's all I did.

And yet, the gallery falls apart like this?

"No, communities falling apart is familiar territory, but..."

Back before the world ended, I was a pro troll.

Galleries and communities crumbling was routine for me.

What did I do in those situations?

"Ah, I remember."

Tap tap tap.

I immediately wrote a new post.

It was a frontal assault.

There was nothing more boring and pretentious than explaining point by point.

Besides,

"Even if I explain, will they listen?"

Whether Martial Gods or whatever,

here, they were all just gallery users.

And when the users' sentiments exploded, no explanation or four-character essay could easily contain it.

Of course, I had no intention of partying with them forever.

Once I confirmed the comments on the bait post surpassing +999, I wrote another post.

The gallery's reactions were still hot.

But after my desperate explanation, the atmosphere had calmed somewhat.

Of course, not everyone understood or accepted it.

Rather, it was more like new content had appeared, so instead of burning everything down, let's poke around first and see what it is.

Has anything changed?

Not really.

I was still just a post-apocalyptic survivor scraping by in a ruined world.

But new things had appeared in the gallery window that weren't there before.

-[Would you like to check Moderator Privileges?]

A phrase that seemed to collect all the things the users were dying to know about.

"Yeah, sure."

I nodded, and soon new text scrolled up.

Being moderator didn't seem to unlock any incredibly special content.

Just the essentials: appointing sub-mods, a moderator-exclusive points shop, and opening the Sparring Arena.

But,

That one thing was an insanely massive hook.

Sparring Arena.

In simple terms, it was like enabling 1:1 PKs.

Real-life PKs at that—physical combat.

The points needed to open a Sparring Arena: 5000.

Posts earned 3 points each, comments 1 point.

For a fresh newbie like me, it was no small amount,

"But for users who've been gallerying for at least a thousand years, it'd be overflowing."

The obvious future was predictable.

And the reactions were immediate.

The first to fire the starting gun were the ancient nicks [Black Sky] and [Anger Control Expert], who'd been partying since I first entered the gallery.

From their exchange, they seemed like bitter rivals from ages ago, and the ancient nick Anger Control Expert posted like a jammin picking the new champ in solo queue before even reading the patch notes.

-[(Sparring Arena) Sword Slut's Final Day (+99)]

The views climbed quietly but insanely.

.

.

.

The comment section overflowed with handshake requests from countless users.

Before long, even I had been pushed to the back burner.

A thick sense of regret welled up at the fading attention, but,

"I can't resist a PK."

Tap tap tap.

No time to waste—I hurriedly added my comment too.

Then.

Woooong—

My vision melted away like crumbling, and the next moment, I opened my eyes in an entirely different space.

"This is...?"

When I came to my senses, I was standing on one side of a circular colosseum-like space.

"It's real. Actually real?"

I'd already accepted the gallery's existence as a given,

But teleporting just by commenting?

In the disorienting sensation where my sense of reality floated away, I glanced around. The colosseum spectator seats were packed with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠beings.

Their appearances varied wildly, with more non-human-looking ones than humans.

But somehow,

Even when I wanted to look closely, it was like they had a built-in mosaic—I couldn't make them out.

No sounds reached me from them, even as something seemed to move violently.

'They seem in the same space, but actually in another dimension?'

As I felt doubts about the gallery's existence once more,

Step—.

Someone stepped up onto the central stage of the colosseum.

Whoosh—!

The moment he—no, she—ascended the stage, a scorching hot wind rushed in.

Blazing red hair.

Eyes brimming with competitive spirit and supreme confidence.

A beauty casually wielding a sword in one hand.

"Ha, the mod makes a Sparring Arena and... it's legit?"

The ancient nick, Anger Control Expert, had arrived.

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