The Demon King's East Army
The Demon King's East Army gallery drama. Unless you deleted pages of posts or used strict measures like keyword blocks, it wasn't something that would easily die down. And unless it was a truly horrific topic, it was generally better not to delete them anyway.
"It's finally active, so it would be a shame to just wipe it all out."
It would ruin the mood.
Besides...
The rumor that the Head Mod is actually an ultra-cute girl was surprisingly helpful.
"They're saying the cute girl Head Mod drove away the Human-Elf Alliance with her *click* supply drop. Man, those guys must be so triggered."
The hidden human and elf trolls were furiously writing posts and comments, only to be oxidized into precious points.
An endless supply of points.
"Thank you, Hum-Elf-Dwarves!"
After sending the chicken, cola, and cheese balls to the sub-mod, I browsed the gallery while she enjoyed her meal.
Even the refugees, whose immediate survival issues had been resolved, were slowly starting to participate in the gallery.
"Suspicious."
A suspicious post suddenly appearing to throw cold water on the warm atmosphere of the gallery.
Head Mod, check their IP!
"Ah, right. The IP search function was unlocked."
A feature added when the gallery reached Level 4.
I was given the ability to check the IP of all users and utilize that information.
"Let's see. This guy's IP is... 21.333.446.923."
When I entered it into the gallery system window, the location of that IP was displayed as a red dot on the map of the continent.
"Ha!"
I knew there was something fishy about him.
"Wow... I guess trolls really do walk differently."
There was no need to listen to any more.
This user has been banned for 7 days.
Malicious user banned: 1
Total Points Awarded: 40 Points
Perhaps because the point acquisition rate had doubled with the gallery level-up, it tasted twice as sweet.
"Yaaaaawn~"
After eating a cup of ramen and a convenience store lunch box for lunch, I hung from my hammock, and drowsiness washed over me.
"I'm sleepy."
I wanted to take a long, deep nap, but...
"The sub-mod is late~ If this keeps up, I'm going to fall asleep."
Whether it was because she was dead serious about eating, or because she was just a slow eater, there had been no response for about two hours since I sent the chicken and cheese balls.
However, I couldn't fall asleep right now. One of us had to be watching the gallery.
It wasn't just to protect the eyes of the gallery users from being assaulted by gore-pics.
"Even a dead troll must be checked again. We can't let points slip away."
It was to prevent any loss of points.
So, as I was browsing the gallery with half-closed eyes...
"Aha!"
A great idea came to mind.
"Should I host that event again?"
The Ultimate Troll Reporting Contest.
Even if I didn't look at the gallery myself, the users would report them on their own.
"This time, I'll increase the prizes to ten."
The total points spent would be 50 points.
Compared to the effort put in, the points earned would be astronomical.
"It's a massive profit."
A troll is causing a ruckus? That's fine. I can just take a nap, come back, and clear them out from the report list.
If there was a user I liked among the top reporters, I could even conscript them as a new sub-mod.
It was truly killing two birds with one stone.
"Alright, let's go~"
"The sub-mod is back. Then preparation is complete."
I immediately closed the gallery.
"Good night."
It wasn't night, but I fell into a deep sleep. I had to sleep now so I could manage the gallery at night.
The gallery users became extremely busy for the first time in a while. They were like people flocking to the mudflats to gather clams at low tide.
- Nice! Found another one![12]
- I've already reported 30 Hum-Elf-Dwarves. See ya[30]
- This random food is mine. lol[18]
They began to root out the trolls hiding in every corner of the gallery.
Seeing this, the fixed-nick 'BackInMyDay' bit his nails in anxiety.
"D-Director! I've been banned too!"
"Tsk, useless."
The Gallery Surveillance Bureau of the Ared Imperial Army.
The human knight 'BackInMyDay' was actually the Director of the Gallery Surveillance Bureau.
Their mission was simple.
Infiltrate the 'Cheerful Demon Realm Village Gallery' and monitor the movements of the demons.
Hundreds of years ago, the demons had established a rapid command and reporting system through the gallery, which led to a massive defeat for the orderly races.
The Gallery Surveillance Bureau was an intelligence unit established to prevent that.
However, after the Operator permanently banned the Head Mod of the gallery, and the orderly races established the 'Yggdrasil Network'—a completely closed-membership community—through the World Tree, they gained the upper hand in the war, and the importance of the Gallery Surveillance Bureau dwindled.
About two hundred years had passed since then.
And now, a Head Mod had appeared in the gallery once again.
"He has incredibly sharp instincts. He must be an executive-level officer of the Demon King's Special Ops."
An incredibly experienced hand at identifying trolls.
A cold, rational mind that was completely immune to manipulation or gaslighting.
He was a formidable opponent who possessed everything.
"Ah! I've been hit too!"
"Tsk, another mocking 7-day ban!"
It was as if he was saying, 'Try again in 7 days, kid.'
That made it even more infuriating.
"The siege of Archeinia Fortress failed, and now a large number of our surveillance personnel have been kicked out of the gallery. What a disgrace!"
'BackInMyDay' slammed his fist onto the table.
His hand turned bright red, but the humiliation was far greater than the pain. He could only stare at the gallery, gritting his teeth and trembling.
"Head Mod... I will challenge you again in 7 days."
Vowing that he would definitely shatter the unity of the gallery next time, the Surveillance Director headed to the headquarters with his report.
It was a crucial report containing not only the vital information that a Head Mod had appeared in the gallery, but also that this Head Mod was no ordinary foe.
But...
"Tsk, Gallery Surveillance Director. Can't you see the Allied leadership is in the middle of a meeting? How dare someone of your station barge in?"
Count Felid, who was constantly twirling his curly mustache, pushed him away in irritation.
"How dare the Gallery Surveillance Bureau, which is of absolutely no help in this war, interrupt the flow of our meeting? Have some shame! Give me the report and get lost."
"...My apologies."
After the Gallery Surveillance Director left...
"No doubt a waste of good paper."
Count Felid handed the report to his adjutant and ordered him to burn it outside.
The Allied leadership, including the Hero, was currently busy fighting the main force of the Demon King's army, and they were completely overwhelmed by the recent failure of the Archeinia Fortress siege.
"What does a mere gallery matter?"
He believed there was no need to pay attention to such trivial things.
Without having any idea what kind of consequences that would bring.
"Yaaaawn~"
As expected, there's nothing like a good night's sleep. My sluggish body already felt full of energy.
Rubbing my eyes, I climbed out of the hammock, washed my face, and opened the gallery.
And then...
I clicked on the post that immediately caught my eye.
I am Lich Bernheiter, Commander of the Demon King's East Army.
I will not mince words. Offer all the resources you possess to the Demon King's Army.
If you do not...
[Image: A giant scythe wrapped around the necks of the refugees]
I will slaughter every single citizen of Archeinia whom you cherish so dearly, resurrect them as undead, and use them as my pawns.
My patience is thin, so make your decision quickly.
Some crazy bastard was threatening to kill people if I didn't hand over resources.
But he wasn't just an ordinary troll.
"A Legion Commander?"
It was the Elder Lich, one of the powerful figures under the Demon King.