Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Isekai Destruction Gallery
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The plague swept through, and the streets fell dead.
Trash overflowed in every abandoned alley.
Beasts born from the Black Death crawled out.
Beasts could at least be killed physically, but the Black Death couldn't even be dealt with that way.
As bodies turned pitch black and writhed in agony before dying, the Gallery trembled in fear.
"Kieeeek!"
"Senior, we've got more here too."
"Quite a lot, huh."
That was until the Gallery doctors—plague doctors, in other words—showed up.
-Kwachik!
A ghoul rummaging through trash in an alley went quiet after taking a steel baton to the face.
Its contaminated blood and plague leaked out, but the Gallery doctors were unfazed.
Zero skin exposure—they were wrapped head to toe in thick protective suits.
"This is impressive. No infection at all."
Gallery doctors usually operated in pairs.
As one cleaning up Kellyerton Street spoke, the senior-looking man burned the ghoul while replying.
"That's why it's from Judak, right?"
The black uniform-like suits repelled even blood and rain.
Sealed from neck to toe, nothing could seep in through gaps.
Patient sputum, secretions, and pneumonic plague spread through air were blocked by this "gas mask."
With its raven-beak shape and all-dark attire, even the beasts now tensed up at the sight of them.
"I used to regret bulking up for no reason."
"Guess I'll live long after all. Who knew I'd become a doctor earning this much?"
After the apocalypse, big bodies hadn't been much help for survival.
Who could've guessed it'd be an advantage for getting hired as a Gallery doctor?
"Weren't you the former captain of the Adrian Knights, senior?"
"Better than being a knight."
"Yeah, I agree."
Job satisfaction was high too.
Walking the streets, they could feel eyes peering from behind curtains.
Gazes filled with envy, expectation, and hope—not bad at all.
Compared to knights eyed as tax thieves, it was practically an honorary position.
"And they pay well."
"Base salary plus performance bonuses? It's heaven."
Base pay: 2,500 mana crystals.
These two racked up the most achievements, earning an extra 1,500 for a total of 4,000.
And that wasn't all.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
No need for lengthy explanations when running into city guard soldiers.
"You idiot, it's a Gallery doctor!"
"Oh, s-sorry! My apologies."
With their massive builds and raven-like outfits, people cleared the way on their own.
Wealth, honor, even a sense of power.
"Here, take this."
He pulled something from his bag and handed it to the soldier guarding the sector.
The bewildered soldier's eyes went wide.
"Th-this is..."
"Masks and disinfectant spray. Instructions included—read them carefully."
"Thank you, doctor!"
The soldier bowed a sincere 90 degrees, deeper than he'd give a noble.
The Gallery doctor waved it off and headed to the next sector for cleanup.
It got tough sometimes, but...
[4,000 mana crystals delivered!]
"Fuck yeah, this is it."
"Really wanna kiss Judak."
Financial therapy was always the answer.
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- Met a Gallery doctor IRL, here's the story.jpg
- Masks ← absolute GOAT
- Soap, what even is this? Insane
- Gallery docs look scary as hell, but act like angels;
A few weeks after Gallery doctors started operating.
They'd become celebrities in the Gallery—odd if you didn't know them now.
About 100 hired so far, and they handled things flawlessly.
So effective for the price, it almost felt wrong.
[Title: Gallery doctor update...jpg]
(Clip of a Gallery doctor beating down a beast in an alley)
(Clip of just raven silhouettes floating around at night)
They look scarier than the beasts fr
Ran into one at night rushing home, thought my heart would drop out.
But super nice too.
Gave me masks and disinfectant, explained prevention step by step.
Since the docs showed up, all the street beasts are gone clean lol
Combat GOAT
Healing GOAT
Tank GOAT
You again, Gallery doctors?
[Recommendations 9999+] [Disrecommendations 91]
- Fr, so reliable
- Healer/DPS/Tank broken OP class, nerf plz;
- Prevention tips are the best part fr
People listen better when it's right in front of them.
Among those who caught and survived the plague, none badmouthed the Gallery doctors.
Even skeptics followed the prevention advice just in case.
"And the infection rate's lower than expected."
Normally, Black Death in a city means game over.
Medieval cases show it—over half die before it ends.
But these folks only drank Market food and water.
With distributed masks and antibiotics, the plague never stood a chance.
Weak religion meant no gatherings or assemblies.
[Title: Love Judak? Hit that rec button?]
(Clip of antibiotic injection)
Survived near-death? Massive rec spam go go go
Me first
[Recommendations 9999+] [Disrecommendations 101]
- Got sick and life sucked
ㄴ But you recovered?
ㄴ Could love Judak even if he's a dude
ㄴ Judak* fuck nooooo;
ㄴ Season43241 curse lololol
- Wife and kid got sick, wanted to bleed out and die fr;
ㄴ What happened?
ㄴ (Gallery doctor thumbs-up meme)
ㄴ Kyaa~
ㄴ Alright recovered, time to burn a church~
Almost everyone survived.
The Black Death, like a medieval apocalypse, faded like any ordinary contagion.
"Really lucky."
Maybe introducing performance incentives helped.
Gallery doctors were ex-knights, mercenary captains, soldiers.
Knew bodies well, seen plenty of blood, high combat skills.
They patrolled late into the night for extra pay, working overtime.
Cost me a lot, but income covered it and more.
[10,342 points earned in 24 hours.]
Banning trolls was one thing, but saving Gallery users and treating plague converted to points too.
Net profit higher than ever.
Still, not zero losses.
"Plenty died in the end."
Those who checked Gallery late.
Those the doctors reached too late.
Or those who recovered from plague but died from exhaustion.
Three-digit numbers easily.
All we could do was inject strong painkillers.
[Quality Post: Mom passed in the end.]
Same guy from before asking for help
Gallery docs came and treated, but she passed anyway.
She was old
Always low energy too.
Can't be helped but fuck it hurts
At least the painkiller let her leave last words smiling
[Recommendations 5121] [Disrecommendations 0]
- Rest in peace
- Tsk, hang in there gallery bro
- She's in a better place
- Seeing posts like this tanks my faith...
ㄴ Fr, god abandoned humanity at this point?
ㄴ Watch your words. Hell awaits.
ㄴ Yeah this is already hell dumbass
ㄴ If this ain't hell, what is? lol
"Aigoo."
Occasional heartbreaking posts.
Muttered a quick prayer for her better place, hit recommend, and closed the Gallery for a bit.
Stabilized plenty now.
Heated veggie soup from the shop, grabbed the bowl, and headed to the room.
A girl was on the bed that used to be mine, engrossed in a picture book.
"Malphite, you're back!"
"Resting well? Feeling better?"
"All thanks to you. I'm healthy now."
Penny's book was The Little Prince.
For some reason she couldn't access the Gallery, so I gifted her fairy tales—she loved them.
Probably read that one twenty times already.
As I approached, Penny set the book aside, took the tray, and her eyes sparkled.
"Veggie soup!"
"Over a week of just soup—no getting sick of it?"
"It's warm and tasty. That's enough."
Still, that mature speech pattern threw me off sometimes.
She said losing power changed her appearance or whatever.
The girl calling herself Lust had overcome her illness and nearly fully recovered.
Naturally, started pondering what to do with Penny going forward.
'Can't just kick her out.'
Kellyerton was livable since founding, but back alleys had rift-spawned beasts.
Hunters and doctors hunted them quick, but still dangerous.
No booming commerce meant few jobs.
As I stared, Penny noticed and smiled brightly.
No more wariness or fear from our first meeting—just full trust.
"Not scared of me?"
Blurted out curiously, and the kid smirked like I'd said something funny.
"You? Hardly any humans as kind as you."
"Who'd you meet to say that?"
"Hmm... a mad dictator who got chased out of the country?"
"What."
No adult SF fantasy in the fairy tales I gave her.
"And you're Malphite. Sounds sturdy and honest."
"Fair enough."
Watched her finish the soup, took the empty bowl, and left.
So, just watch till the Black Death quiets and vanishes?
Doctors now had time for street beasts and checkups beyond plague.
A light sense of ease settled in.
-Ding.
System alert.
Opened Gallery wondering what—message from Lloyd, now Kellyerton queen's knight.
Judak*: yy what's up
Lloyd: Judak!!!!! Help!!!!!
Judak*: ???
Lloyd: (Evelyn coughing blood and collapsing meme)
Lloyd: Her Majesty is critical; please help...
"Uh, what?"
Clip of the queen collapsed pale on the office floor.
The fallen lady turned Tuna Can Queen, my fave anon, was dying.
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