Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Conversation with History Restoration Maniac
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[Ah.]
I survived.
Thud.
The familiar sky and scenery.
And my friends, who calmed my heart just by looking at them.
Everything was exactly as it had been before I left for that place.
As if not a single moment had passed since my last memory, my strength gave out, and I collapsed right there.
'Ah, right.'
I'd forgotten about this one.
The extra feature granted to the first person to pass the exam.
A private messaging system for one-on-one personal conversations, rather than communicating with everyone through gallery posts.
-Private message?
“Meow?”
Yeah, this could come in handy.
I'd planned to return to the gallery right away, but with messaging unlocked and everything that happened during the maintenance exam, there was now one thing I had to do first.
“Really?!”
“Yeah! So this time, I...”
“What's for lunch today?”
“Dunno.”
“Hey, let's spar this afternoon.”
“We can't just do it whenever we want, can we?”
Students dressed in spotless white academy uniforms, cheerfully spreading energy around them in a lively atmosphere.
And there was a man watching them from a fifth-floor window.
“Hm?”
Just as a smile was about to creep onto his face, unconsciously mirroring their passion and laughter...
A notification flew in front of the man.
“Huh.”
Yonggarisnaek.
At that word, the man let out a short exclamation of admiration.
How could he not know him?
No one in the gallery was as popular. And he had a personal interest, too.
No reason to refuse.
With that, the man approved the private message request.
He was now having a private fan meeting with him.
With the hot topic of the gallery, known as Galju!
Ah, calling him a person felt off.
His spirit might be unknown, but his body certainly wasn't human.
The gallery's one and only otherworldly being.
The man chuckled at the words that Galju had been waiting for his posts.
From the perspective of an ordinary gallery user, the fact that the infamous Galju had been waiting for his writing...
The man barely suppressed the urge to immediately write a new gallery post and sent his reply.
He did occasionally drop into the gallery for chit-chat or to post what was commonly called a "survival report" to confirm his existence.
But Galju had cut off all contact with complete radio silence.
'Well, I can pretty much guess the reason.'
Considering what he'd shown in the gallery so far, the reason for going dark this time was surely related to that post by the all-in magic swordsman.
And sure enough.
“Hoo...”
Not heading straight back to the gallery, but coming to him first.
Cheering him up like this again.
His mood had been sour from a string of irritating recent events, but a being from another dimension was lifting it.
Tok. Tok.
“The Goddess, huh.”
Why bring up the Goddess so out of the blue?
The man racked his brain to gauge the other's intentions, and a guess flashed through his mind.
“Is it related to the Gallery Maintenance Exam, by any chance?”
Whatever power was at work, everything that happened there vanished from your mind the moment you returned to reality.
Without exception, every single gallery member underwent the same change. That was why they trembled in fear and vented their emotions in the gallery, clueless about what kind of exam they were even taking.
“He wouldn't be any different.”
It might be simpler to assume he was just curious about the Goddess.
“Either way, the Goddesses it is.”
In the gallery, the keyword "Goddess" brought Raine to everyone's mind.
But he knew.
The Goddesses of this world weren't just Raine.
“Galju. I'm curious how much you know.”
He wasn't the type to blindly dump info on the clueless... well, he had shared plenty in the gallery already.
Tap tap.
Same as always this time.
Like preparing everything since he didn't know what you'd like!
The man gladly laid out the Goddesses he knew.
Well, Galju? Which one's info do you want!
As expected—sampling first before choosing.
“If that's what you want!”
Then he'd match that energy.
No matter which Goddess he was curious about, he'd answer them all.
The man waited for a reply, and after a short while, it finally came.
Indeed! Choosing like that.
“Hahaha! You must really want to squeeze every bit of knowledge out of me!”
This arrogant choice of not picking one, but taking them all.
Some would call it the choice of a naive child. Others would condemn it as sheer greed.
But the man's eyes gleamed as he joyfully welcomed his decision.
“To stand out among us, you've gotta be at that level.”
Even in a place gathering so-called protagonists from each dimension, being special made this choice understandable.
No—if he didn't choose like this, that would be the problem.
Knock knock.
“Hm?”
He'd seen Galju's choice.
About to seriously start posting to the gallery when, from afar, the sound of someone knocking on the door.
Of all the timing, right as he was getting started.
“Come in.”
The door swung open.
“Master!”
“Ahem. I told you not to call me Master here. How many times do I have to say it? You're still slipping up.”
“Ah, sorry.”
The young man scratched his head at the man's stern words.
But the smile on his face showed the man didn't view his disciple negatively.
“So, what brings you all the way here?”
“Ah, well... it's about this exam...”
The man listened intently to his disciple's words, then gave him a bit of advice and the answer.
A disciple who handled magic—especially the brain- and talent-intensive time magic—despite his sturdy, knight-like build.
“You're a 'professor' now, in charge of a subject at the academy. I believe you'll do well.”
“I know. But since they're my first students, I can't help but feel more attached.”
It wasn't exactly biased judging.
He wasn't at that point yet, but seeing the signs, the man had spoken up preemptively.
“...Well, you're sharp despite your looks, so you get what I mean.”
“Master, even so, judging by appearance is a bit much, isn't it?”
“Quiet, you rascal!”
Who was he saying all this for!
The man had nothing more to say, and the youth's business was done, so he waved him off.
Yeah, he was grown now—he'd handle it fine.
“Then, excuse me, 'Principal'.”
“Go on.”
The door clicked shut.
Alone again, the man swiftly opened the gallery and began drafting a summary post on the Goddesses, as if he'd been waiting.
“Yes. I should share this info I recently uncovered too.”
The hero who had already saved the world, now the academy's principal—a living legend.
The master of the profoundly complex time magic, who had trapped the world's evils in eternal time to bring peace.
In the gallery, his name was History Restoration Maniac.
One of the rare few across all dimensions who had seen the story's end.