Hunter Gallery's Gald Cup (3) - The Old Farts Invade

The sounds of "Heun-heu-heuk!" from the Hunter Gallery had somehow transformed into "Hunta... my knees hurt..." The existing gallery users' reactions to the sudden arrival of these old farts split cleanly in two, just like the Gald Cup itself.

Wow. This is crossing the line. This old man wins first place for an immediate ban from the Han Sarang Mountaineering Club. Still, it probably wasn't on purpose, so we'll just ban him for half a day. He must be sincere. I can understand after talking so much with the old tree spirits back in the other world.

The gallery users who saw the Han Sarang Mountaineering Club's influx as a nuisance and kept their distance, or—

The gallery users who found the old farts entertaining. Honestly, I was on the fun side too. As long as they didn't cross the line. The problem was if they got too clingy. What if the Hunter girls got scared of the old men and stopped uploading their butts? Maybe I needed to enforce some discipline?

"Huh?"

Then a comment caught my eye.

Now Elsa isn't the guardian of Gangwon Province but has become the queen of the Han Sarang Mountaineering Club lol

Suddenly arrows were flying my way. Elsa was one thing, but why me? Was it because orange looks similar to red? The firepower in the comments grew fiercer. Public opinion was forming and they were talking about holding a protest or not. No. What position was I supposed to state? You guys are just having fun among yourselves!

Ju-ddak, this is crazy. Sitting at home dicking around in the gallery and suddenly getting offered a vice guild master position. It wasn't the first time I'd received an offer for some position, but that was all back when I was a hero.

"If I become vice guild master, won't I get too busy to browse the gallery?"

Bboggulrom looked slightly disappointed. But it was fine. The world was like that sometimes, wasn't it? Anyway, it wasn't intentional, but the Han Sarang Mountaineering Club had successfully blended into the gallery. This was good enough. Or not. As expected, being tied down to anything felt wrong. I was simply the Ju-ddak of the gallery users. Of course, I was also a former hero. I wondered if the gallery users understood this heart of mine.

I was having so much fun with the Gald Cup that I didn't even notice the sun had set. I hadn't even realized Elsa had sent dinner. I ate while carefully scrolling through the vote posts. The hottest vote right now was "If the ranks are the same, which awakened ability is the strongest?"

Come to think of it, the Han Sarang Mountaineering Club old farts were especially obsessed with the Pa-ttaks. They were a group that was suspiciously obsessed with colors. Pa-ttak wasn't the blue party!! If I wasn't careful, even I, the Ju-ddak, might get lumped in with the red-ish party.

The old farts had already started dividing up their favorite Pa-ttaks among themselves.

Wait? Hold on. Favorite Pa-ttaks?

There was a saying: if you can't avoid it, enjoy it. Pa-ttak guys. I had an idea for how to develop the divisive bait that had come flooding in like the tide.

"Alright~~ Pa-ttak guys, let's start the popularity vote!!"