Arena
Approximately one minute after the command to seize control of the Magic Tower artificial lifeform's authority from the Gossip Gallery Eraser was issued, a new 'Exposed' tab appeared in the Empire Village Backroom Gallery. It contained a clean, easily understandable summary of the situation.
Production site: The Veil project subordinate Magic Tower secret underground research lab. Previous owner: Ludric Rag Magnia. In short, the production site and operation are handled by the Magic Tower, with control rights held by the Empire's Emperor's homunculus. Are there any remaining questions about this matter? Feel free to answer at any time!
Thanks to this, the Empire Village Backroom Gallery began to burn hotter than ever before, to a level that could never be compared to before.
(Author: Magic Tower Chief Disciple Eirin)
(Author: Magic Tower Security Chief Rodwell)
(Author: Magic Tower Senior Researcher Bakerard)
Within this massive whirlwind, the Magic Tower staff were rushing to expose Robert's gossip and reveal his role in leading the production.
“Gossip Gallery Eraser, you bastard!!!”
Of course, Emperor Ludric, who had been watching everything in real time from the palace, finally could not hold back his rage. He grabbed the back of his neck and fell backward.
“What… what do you want…?”
But the Emperor's suffering had only just begun.
“Your Majesty! A large-scale letter has arrived from the north!”
“If you do not post an official apology letter in the Empire Village Gallery, they say they will strike the entire north!”
“The impeachment petition against Magic Tower Master Robert is also being delivered endlessly via letter!”
This was because the great wave that had begun in the Backroom Gallery was now crashing into reality.
“Ah, no way! I can't accept this!”
Thanks to this, the Emperor, who had not even lain down for long, staggered to his feet and shouted while thrashing about.
“I clearly set the Backroom Gallery as a taboo! How dare you bring what happened there into reality!”
If he officially recognized this incident and wrote an apology letter, it would be no different from admitting the Backroom Gallery himself. In other words, it would be the same as revoking his own strict edict. That would clearly shake the absolute power he had been enjoying as Emperor and part of the gallery ruling class from the root.
“Your Majesty, if we let this go on, we cannot calm the public sentiment.”
“Please tolerate this…!”
“In any case, to calm the situation, we must take some action…”
But ignoring public sentiment like this would be a problem in itself.
“Hoo…”
Thanks to this, the Emperor, with a dark complexion from long deliberation, finally issued the order with a weary voice.
“…Dismiss Magic Tower Master Robert on charges of budget embezzlement and send an apology letter via letter to the Northern Margrave.”
Even though the situation had reached this point, it was his desperate measure to somehow settle the matter without leaving a precedent.
“……”
But this was impossible now, unlike in the past.
Since the Backroom Gallery existed, secrets in the Empire were no longer tolerated.
“Ugh…”
As soon as the letter was sent, the Emperor found the handwritten apology letter uploaded to the Empire Village Backroom Gallery as if he had been waiting. He grabbed the back of his neck again and fell backward for the second time.
“S-should I punish the Northern Margrave?”
“…Just leave it.”
“Understood, Your Majesty.”
This was the moment of complete defeat for the Emperor in the first war over gallery supremacy.
“Ah, it was fun.”
With the Emperor's apology letter from the north at the end, I had achieved perfect victory in the war against the Emperor. I smiled satisfied and lay on the bed.
It was already dark outside, but thanks to the dopamine released in my brain for the first time in a long time, sleep was not coming.
'Should I check the gallery reactions.'
So, I decided to watch the reactions of the Empire Village Backroom Gallery that hadn't settled yet.
“The Gossip Gallery Eraser hasn't come yet.”
In the gallery I had checked, complete armband praise was in full swing.
I had considered banning bait because I didn't want excessive named users, but if I did, it would cause chaos, so I left it.
Other meaningful posts by the Northern Margrave caught my eye, but since I had contributed to the victory, I decided to pretend not to notice.
'When will the reactions settle.'
Anyway, it was time to sleep soon, so I continued to watch the situation, expecting the bait to settle and go to sleep.
But contrary to my expectation, the gallery's bait began to flow in a slightly strange direction.
A detailed analysis post by a High Elf who had lived over 1,000 years on my brainwashing magic circle. This single analysis post provided new bait for the Empire citizens who had been addicted to dopamine.
And as a result, a new bait was born in the Empire Village Backroom Gallery to stir up the night.
So-called magic circle interpretation challenge. As you can see, the Empire's top magic experts had all rushed to participate in the challenge.
And as time passed, the challenge began to attract even the rising stars and magic-capable races from the Empire.
But even so, no one had succeeded in defeating the magic circle I had uploaded.
'No matter how many times I try, it will only drain my strength…'
Of course, it was only natural. I had made the publicly uploaded dangerous magic circle impossible to reproduce easily. I had used my power to prevent misuse.
Only I in this world could perfectly implement that magic circle.
Still, the users who continued to analyze the magic circle began to suspect my identity.
> Noble Lady Gallery Eraser: What is your real identity, oppa?
> Gossip Gallery Eraser: Don't try to jerk me off, you bastard.
Even the elegant noble lady had lowered her dignity enough to dock with me.
'Right now, I'm just the second son of a count.'
But contrary to what they thought, in this life, I was just a sickly second son of a count who groaned in bed all day with a weak body.
Searching for my name 'Elrod Durgel' yielded no information on the Backroom Gallery.
“Umm…”
Watching the users wander aimlessly for a long time with a pitying expression, I suddenly realized that this was a very good opportunity.
'Should I just create an International Magic Association Backroom Gallery now?'
Because of the sudden magic circle interpretation challenge, the Backroom Gallery was full of magicians from the entire country. In this situation, creating an International Magic Association Backroom Gallery would be a good foothold to expand the influence of the Backroom Gallery to the whole world.
But the problem was that after Julian, there were no more armband applicants.
I couldn't just grab anyone and make them ju-ttak.
'Where is the armband candidate dropping from suddenly.'
With an apologetic expression, I was about to change my mind when
Suddenly, a post with strong aggro appeared in the gallery.
After reading the entire post, I could not hold back my laughter and curled my lips, muttering to myself.
'You got me.'
I had not expected much, but I had really gotten the armband candidate.
'I was already waiting for this, perfect.'
The Witch of the West. The Empire's number one target to exterminate, who had seized the entire no-man's land in the western part of the Empire and was one of the four great disasters of the continent.
Thanks to my past life as a hero, I knew her very well.
Gossip Gallery Eraser: Even if you die and come back, you won't be able to reverse engineer that, right?
↳ (Witch of the West): lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
↳ (Witch of the West): Want to bet?
I knew I would never let such light provocation slide.
Gossip Gallery Eraser: Armband bread go?
↳ (Witch of the West): What is that?
From there, the situation flowed in an instant.
Gossip Gallery Eraser: If you can't analyze it in an hour, I'll make you the International Magic Association Backroom Gallery Eraser.
Gossip Gallery Eraser: Instead, if I lose, I'll reveal my identity only to you.
I had no intention of letting go of the slave candidate who had bitten the bait, so I boldly revealed the main point.
(Witch of the West): Add one condition.
The problem was that she had bitten the bait too carefully.
(Witch of the West): How about the loser uploads a nude dogeza photo in a secret post?
'Why do these guys obsess over nude authentication so much?'
Of course, because of the Julian incident, my image had already been tainted, so I firmly refused.
Gossip Gallery Eraser: I don't need your nude photos, you bastard;
↳ (Witch of the West): Scared? lol
But the Witch of the West's single comment snapped my sanity.
Gossip Gallery Eraser: You really won't regret it?
At this point, I could not back down easily.
Of course, the Witch of the West was one of the four great disasters who had eaten the world for 500 years without being exterminated.
Countless heroes and transcendents had been turned into collections to satisfy her perverted tastes, a fact known to every Empire citizen.
In short, she was not a negligible opponent.
(Witch of the West): What will you do if I find out your identity?
(Witch of the West): If ugly, I'll eat you, if handsome, I'll play with you until I get bored and then freeze you lol
But dogeza, scared. The words she was using were ones I had popularized in my past life, which she could never know.
'Now I can get revenge, you bastard.'
The person making the bet right now was a former hero who was equally bloodthirsty to add her to his slave collection.
*****
Approximately five minutes later.
In the Empire Village Backroom Gallery, where the number of posts had dropped sharply like before a storm, a notice post was uploaded to burn the dawn gallery.
Event: Reverse engineering the brainwashing magic circle in 1 hour.
Participants: Gossip Gallery Eraser / Slave Candidate 1 (temporary fixed nick)
If I lose, reveal my identity and upload nude dogeza.
If you lose, same, and become the International Magic Association Backroom Gallery Eraser.
Now starting!!!
The first Backroom Gallery Arena had suddenly begun.
In this arena, a bloody battle over the gallery slave title and nude dogeza was about to begin.