The Juttak Bestows 'Cola'
Who was the Cheonma? She was the pinnacle of all demons, a being who walked the path opposite to the righteous way of the Central Plains martial world. Her name was Cheon So-hee. On the Typan Unified Continent, divided into the Eastern and Western continents, she hailed from the martial world of the Eastern Continent—the Cheonma herself, the supreme martial artist of her era. Her fame had spread across the entire continent. She'd made it into the continent's Top 10 every year, which said it all.
And yet, the object currently capturing her interest was none other than...
"So this black liquid is what they call cola?"
The cola floated idly in the air in liquid form. It was the bizarre food that had recently set the once-quiet Eokgal ablaze without end.
Slurp—
The drifting cola smoothly flowed back into its bottle. It was Air Grasp, a technique that interfered with the laws of gravity.
"Right, this isn't the time to dawdle. Time to post again today."
A faint smile of satisfaction crossed her lips as she uploaded the post, but hours passed with no comments. No matter how many times she refreshed, nothing changed. Not even the view count had budged beyond herself. There was no talk of her post anywhere. A search through the entire gallery turned up nothing but chatter about cola.
Cheon So-hee pouted, her lips jutting out in a sulky expression. She clenched her dainty little fist and vented her frustration.
"Why... why won't anyone look at it? Why! Even when this lady personally offers a chance to grow stronger...!!"
A memory suddenly flashed through her mind.
—Ugh, how can you be this strong?
—This isn't human strength. How can a human be this powerful...!
—Monster... you're a monster...
From the so-called Five Great Experts of the world to powerhouses from other continents—they were all so pathetically weak. Compared to her, they were mere ants. That's why she'd thought: It's not that I'm strong; it's that you're all weak.
—Haa... how boring. Are there no more true powerhouses left?
One day in her tediously monotonous routine, one of her followers brought back an item from the Western Continent.
Press the button, and you can train endlessly on your own until you achieve what you desire. But you'll be trapped there for hundreds of millions of years.
Without a moment's hesitation, she pressed it. After all, there was no one in the world who could rival her anyway. What else was left but to grow even stronger herself?
But as time dragged on, she realized the truth: growing strong alone meant nothing.
That's why she'd decided to post on the gallery—to cultivate rivals worthy of facing her.
"I just can't understand it. Is this really that hard?"
Of course, she knew not everyone was like her. That's why she'd reduced the intensity to about a third of the original. And yet...
Despite the endless slander directed at her, she steadfastly kept posting. She couldn't post every day, of course—she had to research ways to make it accessible even for children. It took a long time to perfect and post those training methods.
"A Juttak has finally appeared after so long."
It wasn't particularly surprising. More like intriguing, at best. Naturally so—she'd seen countless juttaks come and go. This one would probably last a few decades before vanishing too. She was about to brush it off when...
"...Cola? What the hell is this stuff that everyone's losing their minds over, ignoring my posts?"
Her brow furrowed in dissatisfaction—not at the juttak, but at the flood of comments and attention on cola posts.
"To ignore this lady's personally penned martial arts masterpieces and swarm those worthless threads..."
It infuriated her. In hundreds of millions of years—excluding her first post—none of her writings had ever hit the recommendations. She'd even stopped posting for a while, thinking maybe they'd forgotten how precious her guidance was.
All that came back were mocking posts. She felt hurt, like all her efforts had been denied. Still, she'd pulled herself together and started posting again—only for everyone's attention to zero in on this "cola" thing.
Look—her posts were still stuck at single-digit views. No, the problem wasn't even views; no one was looking at all.
"Ugh..."
Cheon So-hee teared up from the frustration she'd never felt in her life. She bit her lip hard to hold back the tears.
"I've never known defeat like this. Everyone's all 'cola, cola.' What the hell is this garbage to make them act like this...?"
As she grumbled resentfully about cola for a while in her petulant expression...
"...?"
It was the first time. Someone had actually commented. And from the juttak, no less.
She fidgeted, stamping her feet in excitement.
"Wh-what do I do? This is a first... R-right! Act casual in the reply...! Stay as cool and composed as possible..."
She grew anxious. She didn't want this first bit of attention to slip away.
"Even this didn't work..."
What should she do? How could she regain the juttak's attention!?
That's when it caught her eye—a popular post.
"This is..."
Countless comments poured in instantly. With conviction in her eyes, she declared:
"...Yes. This is it. This will get the juttak's attention back. Heh heh."
Not long after, she posted.
"Now the juttak will reply... Huh?"
But contrary to expectations, it wasn't the juttak's interest she got.
"Bustma Cult? What the hell is that? And 'plump'... These words make no sense."
The corners of her mouth curved up. She hadn't expected this much attention. Even her post hitting recommendations was a first.
"All thanks to the juttak. This black liquid... Without cola, I never would've gotten this much interest."
Now she was curious about cola. What did it taste like?
She picked up the cola can with both hands and took a sip.
Gulp—
"Th-this taste...!!!!"