The Art of Divide and Conquer
[The auction has ended!]
['Fried Chicken' and 'Sweet and Spicy Chicken' will be delivered to the highest bidders of each item!]
Immediately after the auction ended, the gallery's reaction was as hot as a freshly steamed potato.
A clear divide had formed between the jealous majority and the smug, chicken-eating minority.
"This is perfect."
The users who won the chicken became objects of envy and, at the same time, targets of intense jealousy.
• Fuck, why only them? [10]
• I blew my entire life savings on the auction and failed. [34]
• I hate being poor. [9]
• ★ Upvote if you hate the winners [63]
• ffs, do I have to experience the wealth gap even on a forum? [23]
The comment sections of the chicken-bragging posts quickly became as toxic as the front lines of the Human-Demon War.
Here come the beggars again, tsk tsk
It's always the actual beggars who say this lol
lololol laughing at this poor bastard's delusions
lol what are you two broke losers even doing?
But aren't the auction winners like the top 0.01% of the gallery?
So what if they're the top 0.01%?
I mean, unlike you basement-dwelling losers, they actually have successful lives.
Like I give a shit. Successful or not, I'm burning this forum down.
My life is already ruined, so what? What are you gonna do about it? lol
Sigh, you absolute Mabung-i!!!
"Now this is how you divide and conquer."
The reaction was so intense that it was highly entertaining to watch.
The Operator stared blankly at the screen. She had been away for a moment to handle some business, so she hadn't witnessed the entire sequence of events.
The gallery was burning in a glorious blaze.
And in stark contrast to the overheating situation, the Head Mod was completely relaxed. He still showed no intention of stepping in.
"The purpose of this gallery is to foster harmony and unity among all races. It wasn't created to be a gladiator arena where they tear each other apart."
Unable to hold back any longer, she sent him a message.
With a highly confident expression, Derek used the gallery's administrative functions to send a message to someone.
"Hmm..."
Though highly skeptical, the Operator decided to trust his words and wait a little longer.
And then.
As the gallery continued to burn and the Head Mod remained nowhere to be seen, the Hum-Elf-Dwarf trolls, who had been warily testing the waters, began to creep out and muddy the waters.
• I heard the demons are facing a severe food shortage, guess it's true? [18]
• Begging the Head Mod because they don't even have a single chicken, tsk tsk [4]
• Typical broke-ass demon bastards lol [39]
• Hey guys, do you even eat before logging on? [22]
Right at that moment, a post by a certain Gonic suddenly appeared.
Looking at the newly uploaded post, I grinned.
"There we go."
[A total of 283 reports have been received.]
[A total of 416 reports have been received.]
[A total of 780 reports have been received.]
[A total of 832 reports have been received.]
[A total of 1,032 reports have been received.]
"Ah, wait a second."
This is a bit too much.
"...This was all planned?"
The Operator's jaw dropped as she watched the malicious users, troll posts, and hate-mongering threads vanish at an incredible speed.
"Head Mod..."
Of all the Head Mods she had ever seen, he was by far the most brilliant and experienced.
"Amazing!"
The Operator clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes sparkling.
"With you, perhaps... we might finally achieve 'that' after thousands of years..."
The Head Mod. He was truly a man with a promising future.
Before becoming the Head Mod, Derek—the half-demon, half-human youth—was one of the most famous Gonics in the 'Cheerful Demon Realm Village Gallery'.
His username was 'PurebloodDemonsMustDie', commonly known as 'PureDemDie', a legendary forum addict.
He had bitterly criticized the absurdities of demon society, raising his voice to ask why the lower classes had to die on the battlefield for the high nobility.
Yet, he never looked upon the lower classes with pity either. He was an equal-opportunity hater.
In a way, it was only natural. Derek had been heavily discriminated against even by the poor demons of his mountain village.
To him, all demons were the same trash.
"Well, as long as I can use them, it's fine."
One of the famous Gonics he remembered from his forum days was 'Speed Skeleton Tank'.
In his past life, he was a Speedwagon-type explainer, famous for the 'Thank you, Speedwagon!' meme. He had a natural talent for clickbait titles and was renowned for explaining things in a highly coherent manner.
So, Derek had approached him using his Head Mod account.
The effect was monumental. Even now, reports were flooding in without end.
"It's great that I'm earning points, but..."
Reviewing all of these by myself is incredibly exhausting.
There were far more Hum-Elf-Dwarves than he had anticipated, and his fingers were starting to ache from clicking the ban button over and over.
"Why are there so many? Did they make alt accounts? If you're going to make an alt, at least don't make it so obvious."
As he was deleting posts and banning users left and right, a notification popped up.
"Oh?"
The gallery had leveled up.
New gallery functions have been unlocked for reaching LV. 3.
The Gallery Administrator can now appoint up to 4 Sub-mods!
Previous maximum number of Sub-mods: 3
"Hmm, Sub-mods."
A brilliant idea crossed his mind.
Staring at the real-time ranking of the top reporters, Derek grinned.
"It seems some perfect candidates have just presented themselves."