National-Power-Level Troll
I am a national-power-level troll.
What the hell is wrong with this gallery!?
The braindead worshippers and my anti-fans are tearing into each other, slinging mud and brawling nonstop!
This is pure popcorn material…!
I'm seeing opinion control around basement worship and the Manager.
Isn't this an attack on the Babel Tower community, which is supposed to be freer than anywhere else?
Koreans are acting just like the hunters from China and other Red Team countries used to — overprotecting certain ideologies, certain people, certain groups.
I want the gallery mods to clearly recognize this and clean it up with bans and blocks.
Oh dear, oh dear.
Everyone's just casually doing WWE, and then someone drops a deadly serious post like that and the whole mood goes ice-cold.
No social awareness, huh?
There's always someone who has to ruin the vibe.
An excessive number of people have been praising the Basement Manager.
Accordingly, I and the rest of the Babel Tower community operators…
(A long, tedious, pretentiously academic rundown of the new rules.)
…Therefore, going forward, all excessive criticism or praise of the Basement Manager will be subject to deletion.
Hold on. What is this?
The Babel Gallery staff are reacting like this?
They're going to cut and block every post related to me from now on?
They're basically saying they'll ban me from the entire gallery.
A regular user's post and a gallery operator's official notice are completely different weights.
If it were just users fighting among themselves, I would've let them trash me all they wanted and moved on without interfering.
But if the gallery mods step in, suppress Korean users' right to speak, and ban me? I am not sitting still for that.
"You guys suck off your own countries' hunters nonstop. Why are you only this strict with us?"
Is there still a deep-rooted discrimination against Korea — still a Tower backwater — lingering in the gallery?
There's a whole crowd of people who go full UFC meltdown instead of WWE the second a Korean posts something.
Fine. Great.
Meltdown all you want.
But declaring at the operator level that you're going to gag only the Koreans? Absolutely not.
This is unfair, unjust, and unequal.
I cannot stand this kind of thing.
If the operators have stepped up…
Then I can't stay quiet any longer either!
The gallery belongs to everyone.
Playing favorites with certain countries — or discriminating against them — on a whim?
"Alright then. Let's die trying."
I, Ji Cheonwoo.
If I get discriminated against, I will flip the entire table no matter who the other side is.
If the group bullies you, you have no choice but to terrorize the group right back.
Me, you, all of us are being harassed. Someone has to step up!
So I… will become the troll.
Operators. You think you can handle me?
If you don't delete that new notice right now, I will terrorize this place for the next 24 hours.
This is not a request.
This is a warning and a threat.
Also, don't even think about negotiating with me.
I will reject any and every attempt to suppress freedom of expression.
You are the ones who escalated this.
I have a shitload of free time.
If you don't want 24 hours of infinite shitposts and gore spam, change the damn management rules.
Judged that leaving Manager praise posts alone and blocking gore spam is the better call.
From now on, anyone who leaves malicious comments on Korean users' posts gets banned.
Not taking rebuttals.
If that pisses you off, you go clean up the gore yourselves.
Yeah. That's more like it.
You can scream "don't be racist" and "don't look down on other countries" a hundred times and it won't do a thing.
Uncompromising, stubborn spam terrorism is the only thing that can plant the true meaning of equality and fairness into Babel Gallery users logging in from every corner of the world.
See that? The greatness of the Manager?
This is the strongest weapon the Republic of Korea possesses
So don't go acting up in the Babel Tower Gallery lmao
Go against the tide and you're the only ones who lose, got it? lmaooo
Yes, yes. Despair, all of you!
You will never — no matter what happens — ever be able to ban me!
I'll camp in Babel Gallery for a thousand years, ten thousand years!
Ding!
Find the Chef's body.
Rewards will be issued.
"Huh? It's already over?"
The rewards were three days of leave and one mysterious chunk of meat.
Wait, the quest cleared while I wasn't looking?
My employees finished everything while I was gone.
I meant to rest for a bit and ended up resting way too hard.
But lying on the break room sofa with my brain completely empty, just browsing the gallery… that was peak entertainment…
Sorry, staff.
I was going to help again after a short break, but somehow…
"Manager…! Where on earth did you go…"
"Ah, something came up for a moment…"
"Cheonwoo… ran away without helping us…"
"No! I was going to come back! You all did the work so well that there was nothing left for me to do!"
"Heh heh. If the Manager says so, then it must be so."
It's true! It really is!
The gallery got so overheated that I had to spray some tranquilizer around, and that just made me a little late.
I was going to help again!
"In any case, Manager. We've finished everything you asked of us. May we return to the office?"
"Ah, yes. Thank you for your hard work!"
"It was nothing."
How beautiful is the sight of someone who casually finishes all their work and walks off without a care.
Everyone came out on support duty and worked themselves to the bone — I couldn't just send them off empty-handed.
I'm not that lacking in decency or character!
I wanted to give them something, anything.
"Um, Salaryman. Is there anything you want?"
"Something I want… Would it be alright if I asked for more instant coffee mix later?"
"Of course. I brought the premium stuff with a real price tag, so look forward to it."
"Oh…! Thank you! Now I actually feel like working! Please call on me again next time, Manager! I will always give my absolute best."
Salaryman really will do anything as long as you give him coffee.
Kind of like he's high on the stuff — staking his life on coffee?
A being who literally works in order to drink coffee.
Judging by how fast the mix coffee runs out, he's probably drinking it like water.
At that level, it's something beyond caffeine addiction…
"Um, Manager…"
"Ah, yes. Librarian. Thank you for helping with this too. Is there anything you'd like to ask me for separately? I'd like to give you something."
"W-well then… Could you perhaps get me some books?"
"Books? There's plenty in the library."
"Ah… I mean…"
There's tons of books in the library.
So what kind of books is she asking me to get?
"I'd like to try reading some romance novels…"
"Romance novels?"
"Y-yes. It's just… I've never read a novel even once."
Shock…!
A librarian who's never read a novel?
Ah, right.
The Basement 3rd Floor library doesn't have novels.
Everything's specialized texts, grimoires, or skill books — that kind of vibe.
So even as a library librarian, she'd never gotten to read a single novel.
Librarian was a nonfiction girl!
"Alright. Next time I'll buy you a few of the popular ones."
"R-really!? Thank you! I'll work even harder from now on! Manager, you're the best!"
"Haha. I'm the one who's always grateful for your help."
"Still. Thank you!"
"Wha—!? L-Librarian…!?"
The extremely busty Librarian bounced up and down with joy and then hugged me…!?!?
Mental Filter has been activated.
What is this. Librarian smells so good…
So this is the scent her body gives off.
But my face is buried in, how do I put this… a massive lump of fat? And I can barely breathe!
Just how big are they.
I'm completely flat, and Librarian is one wrong move from exploding.
On top of that, she has a face that looks like she'd get NTR'd easily, plus those enormous assets — I can't help but feel anxious!
"Librarian!"
"Y-yes?"
"You can't just go hugging other people like this, okay? Besides me. Understood?"
"O-of course! Other humans don't even come down to the basement in the first place… To me, there's only the Manager."
"Whew. That is genuinely the most welcome thing I've heard all day."
Mm. That puts me at ease for now.
Librarian has this vibe where if you leave her alone, she'd get swept up by some shady golden-sun types in no time — so I feel like I always have to keep managing her.
"Kkingkkingi, is there anything you want?"
"Me…? Uh. Not really? Oh, I want chocolate."
"Yeah? There's some in the break room, go grab it."
"Okay!"
Something I've noticed living in the basement:
The entities of the Tower's underground each have a powerful craving of their own, and they get addicted to it very easily.
Which, conveniently, makes them easy to manage.
The items that raise their favorability are fixed, so as long as you keep the supply steady, nothing falls apart.
"I'm sorry for leaving you alone for so long, Chef. How's the body?"
"Hahaha! Feels fantastic! As expected of the Manager. I believed in you. Who would've thought you could handle the basement entities this well."
A frame that easily looked three meters tall.
In the food storage warehouse, Chef ran his hands over his own body and laughed.
But he has three pairs of arms?
Six arms total — so he can cook six dishes at once?
I couldn't even begin to guess how fast he could put out food.
"Truly, I was left alone for so very long. Thanks to the Manager, I've been able to stand again like this. And so, I'd like to give you this."
"This is…"
"A menu, my friend."
Ding!
◈ You gotta eat well to work!
◈ Free-loading is death~
There it is! A Lost Item!
So Lost Items really are things the entities of each floor give you.
"But Chef, what can I do with this?"
"If you have the menu, you can control the Tower's food distribution."
Control the Tower's food distribution?
So from now on, no one eats without my permission?
The Constellations' dining privileges.
Are now in my hands.