The Juttak 'Survival' Manual
Hey? If you're reading this, you've probably pressed the 500-Million-Year Button and become this gallery's Juttak, right?
Gallery users come from worlds different from yours. Obviously, I come from a different world than you too.
Seo-ah, sorry. Even if our worlds are different, I'm just an ordinary human like you. Don't worry.
First off, the one writing this survival manual is this place's first Juttak. Being the first lets me do this. I got it suddenly too, so I don't know the exact reason, but maybe it's because they're curious about what happens to us? Bottom line: I'm in the same boat as you. Judge all these rules yourself—not past me, but present you. Anyway, if you're seeing this, it probably means I didn't last. I figured as much. Lasting long here is tough. But gotta do what I gotta do. From now on, I'll write ways for you to survive here even a little longer.
1. No matter what, you can't leave this world artificially before the term is up after pressing the button. This applies to me and you. Remember it.
2. Your first job is gallery management, but really it's regulating users' 'mental strength levels' to prevent insanity. The Juttak Shop, market, etc., all exist to lower those levels. No idea your world, but use them maximally. You might think what the hell, and I did too at first. But trust me: if you don't believe this, you won't survive. Absolutely.
3. If a gallery user's mind breaks, they become a 'Yudong Goe-i'. What kind depends on pre-arrival desires, time endured here, new desires formed—no one knows. If your efforts fail, follow the rules from then on. Never lose this manual. It won't be given again.
4. Probably the biggest caution: When they become goe-i, they invade spaces with other gallery users. Don't worry—they can't invade your space. Confirmed after dozens of tests. But if a user gets hit by a goe-i, the Juttak gets 'penalty'.
5. Penalties vary. Could lose arm, leg, voice, or worse. I lost three left fingers first. Lucky right-handed. Then entire right ankle down. Painful crawling for a while, but got bearable. Seems penalties worsen over time.
6. To block them, help gallery users. No idea shop stock, but send helpful items. Personal trades work fine by now. If points short like me, might be tough. Good news: some users strong enough to beat goe-i. But not most. I got complacent and paid. Lost voice, hearing, one eye. Only these two arms left. Haha.
7. Goe-i are no longer gallery users. They get auto-expelled—become wandering. Easy to spot, ban accordingly. Sometimes one posts. Never read it. Won't stop you if curious, but it'll make it harder for you.
8. These simple rules: as you last longer, goe-i invasions increase. Prevent users turning goe-i, protect them maximally. If you give up, next Juttak suffers—keep that in mind. Sounds selfish, but this is it for me. Only one arm left. Probably gone soon. Hope you survive.
I slowly lowered my trembling hands holding the manual. What the hell was this? Even seeing it, I couldn't believe it. I expected others had come here, but not that this shit happened.
"Everyone in here probably died. Or went insane like them."
What I learned: This place isn't just safe for gallerying. It threatens my survival too.
Right then, I checked a new post.
Who was last? Memory fuzzy—gallery was closed briefly, and it was ages ago.
Who'll get dragged first this time?
Fuck, go get yourself gruesomely killed already!
Survived pretty long in gallery, everyone was sad, so they said~
Clicking the link showed an ancient post. Still not deleted, so my predecessor probably died after this.
(jpg of severed arm visible in pitch-black empty space)
Barely holding on writing this. This is it for me. No way to survive. That goe-i bastard's coming to kill me now. Thanks everyone.
I jolted in shock, spam-clicking back and tearing eyes from screen. Then gasped ragged breaths.
"Haa... haa..."
That's why the manual said not to look. Spine-chilling unease flooded my body. Wanted to puke despite empty stomach.
Then a message popped up.
A Yudong Goe-i is attempting invasion.
Invasion target is...
None other than.
'Nanjangi Suljujeong'-nim.
Remaining time: '23 hours 59 minutes 58 seconds'.
Gallery exploded in chatter at the sudden alert. Coincidence? Like testing my next choice.
Then.
"...!"
My shoulder twitched. Neck stiffened, couldn't move head. That ominous gaze prickling for some reason.
Whip— painfully turned head to check, but as expected, no one there.
"...What?"
My imagination? I know I'm alone, but the creepy feeling lingered.
If someone was watching me here—
Slap—!
I smacked both cheeks hard. Stinging pain sharpened my mind.
"Hoo..."
Yeah. No time for this. To survive, gotta farm points no matter what. Sitting still gets me nowhere.
Total points so far: 40,000. From ongoing item dumps, lowered cola price a bit.
"Time to stock something else."
Scrolled Juttak Shop, pondering what they needed now. Finger stopped at one spot.
"...This."
Uploaded to market instantly.