Chapter 72
Chapter 72
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: Hey, Is Today Some Special Day?
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>Isekai Destruction Gallery Episode 72 (73/467)
[Title: Hey, is today some special day or what?]
(Image macro of hat piled high with rice cake balls)
More people than usual gave me money today.
Normally I'd get one or two if I'm lucky, but now I can't tell if this is a dream.
Is today some kind of special day?
- Take my money too
- (Don't give up, fight back! Kon)
- It's not your fault you're poor
ㄴ OP: No, keep getting bartering requests nonstop. What the hell is going on?
ㄴ (Shut up and take my money too! Kon)
Les Misérables brought yet another change to society.
Humans, far more numerous and individualistic than other races, also had a higher proportion of beggars.
Among them were young children born into unwanted poverty.
But then people started seeking them out and handing them rice cake balls one by one.
"Kiddo, take this."
"Th-thank you! P-please tell me your name!"
"I'm just doing what Jean Valjean should have done."
Known as Petit Gervais Day.
Petit Gervais was the chimney sweep boy from Les Misérables.
The owner of the coin Jean Valjean stole, who cried and begged for it back, but Jean Valjean didn't return it.
He regretted it too late, searched the streets for the boy, but never found him.
Inspired by that story in the novel, real people started searching for Petit Gervais in his stead.
- Spent a hundred rice cake balls today
- Ah lol got swept up in the novel vibe and gave all my fridge money to the kids
- Shamelessly starving on the streets
ㄴ Fr real, they won't starve in front of me again lol
ㄴ All talk and no action from these bastards, but their deeds are straight-up angelic lmao
This soon showed up in Market sales figures.
['Category/Food' all items sold out.]
"No way, everything sold out?"
Popular items like tuna cans or instant noodles sold out the moment they were listed anyway.
But when counting all items, there were always some left over.
Never thought it'd all sell out completely.
Plus, thanks to the good deed system, daily settlement points were overflowing.
"Guess I can ramp up Market sales volume now."
And the fairy tale's ripple effects weren't limited to humans—it hit the elves hard too.
- Is this... literature?
- The poor kids are too heartbreaking ㅠㅠ
- The depth is on another level. Didn't expect to get this immersed even as a non-elf
- (This elf rates it highly... Kon)
Elves had immense pride in their culture.
As the race of beauty, they were hugely into culture.
The massive library at the heart of their city, Eladrien, had stood for ages—that said it all.
- Human literature? Who reads that shit?
- No fun... no emotion...
- Elves are the pinnacle of culture
Especially, every novel and painting centered on elves.
No wonder they got mocked as pointy-ears and backstabbed in the Great War.
But even those elves started getting swept up by Les Misérables, one by one.
Led mostly by the young elves.
[Title: Hehe I'm Jean Valjean]
(Image macro of stealing bread from a bakery)
(Image macro of old fart elf turning beet red and yelling from behind)
Hyaak heheheek!
It's so freaking fun!!!
[Upvotes 15] [Downvotes 3]
- Lolololol
- Crazy bitch lololol
- Look at her too exhausted to chase lololol
- Crematorium vs Fossil
ㄴ (Don't say that mean shit Kon)
- Elknight... true guardian of Elad...
- You adorable little rascal~
- Oh, what an incorrigible child!
[Title: Was this Jean Valjean's anguish?]
(Image macro of strawberry cream cake)
(Image macro of elf shedding tears while taking bites)
How much pain must he have been in to steal bread?
I wanted to share that feeling.
So I bought strawberry cream from the Market today...
Maybe because I ate it understanding Jean Valjean's heart?
(Image macro of bowl scraped clean to the bottom)
Taste comes second to mindset, right!
[Upvotes 1] [Downvotes 51]
- Fucking elf bitch
- How the fuck did you even buy that you bitch
- Ugh... fuck
- (I'll kill you for sure! Kon)
- Jean Valjean ate hard rock bread, you think he ate Judak Market's fancy cake?
ㄴ OP: (Elf sticking out tongue Kon)
ㄴ Argh wanna yank it lol
ㄴ Ah lol wanna grab those pointy ears and ball my fist with all my might lol
ㄴ (Elf flailing with ears grabbed Kon)
Of course, the elves took the trend in a bit of a weird direction.
"Hmm, just the usual gallery shit?"
Uncureable elf trash and sentimental folks.
Plus dwarves still clueless about the trend, pickled in booze and forges.
The gallery's standard WWE vibe.
Or so I thought.
[Quality Post: Communist Manifesto]
Posted by: Marc
Proletarians of all countries, unite in the revolutionary wave!
But then suddenly UFC showed up...
"No, hold up, timeout."
My mind went blank.
*
Changing the world doesn't take something huge.
Even the tiniest incident amid bursting emotions can start it all.
And the spark ignited in a remote village chief's home.
"No, please don't do this!"
"If you take even this, how are we supposed to survive the winter?"
After Judak dropped portable generators and heaters, people started huddling together.
Not every house had them, so they gathered at the chief's place in twos and threes.
But that made them prime targets for local nobles collecting "taxes."
"Then should I freeze to death instead?"
"You already have them!"
"Did you see with your own eyes? Or just pay your taxes properly! Now scram!"
"Dave!"
With his wife's cry, Dave—who'd become a gallery hunter—went tumbling to the floor.
Baron Boris's guard had shoved him.
But the guard looked none too pleased either.
Stepping up against class society just meant losing your head, so he averted his eyes...
That's when a little kid blocked the way.
"Don't steal it!"
"What?"
Looked about six years old.
Dave's young son, Philip.
The villagers turned a blind eye, pretending not to see the injustice.
They understood the class structure.
But a kid that age? No way.
"Why are you taking it?"
Just bad guys stealing stuff unfairly—that was it.
"This is what our village pooled together to buy!"
He stood boldly blocking the entrance, stubby arms spread wide.
His voice made people look up.
But Baron Boris's solution wasn't what they hoped.
-Slap!
"Where'd this little brat come from!"
Straight-up backhanding a six-year-old.
In the harsh Fron region, scraping by was tough.
Unauthorized migration? Impossible.
Post-Great War, nobles exploited commoners even harder, leaving no room for rebellion.
Even thinking otherwise was out of the question.
"Can't go anywhere else anyway, right?"
Baron Boris was spot on.
- Fuck, surviving is so goddamn hard
- Elad > Killgrot = Adrian >>>>>> Fron
- Hungry... fuck
Making ends meet.
Surviving the cold.
No room for ideology or thought.
Until Judak showed up.
Until that book spread.
"Aaagh!"
The kid's little face whipped to the side.
Baron Boris smirked faintly.
This usually settled things.
Commoners were ruled by force, after all.
But the moment the kid's pale cheek bruised and his lip split...
"You fucking bastard?"
Dave lost it completely.
*
When he came to, Baron Boris was gone.
Just his retainers, Bow and Lis, on the floor.
Hunter-honed body, plus high-calorie foods from Judak Market—enough to beat a noble barehanded.
But reason returned after the act.
Everyone witnessed it, and soldiers who'd rushed in from the commotion aimed spears.
"Why'd you do it?"
Even the soldiers seemed flustered.
A guard he knew scolded him, but no choice.
If they let Dave off, their own heads would roll.
As the reluctant soldiers moved to execute Dave...
"Hold on! Stop!"
The village chief, who'd been averting his eyes, stepped forward.
Rushing up, he shielded Dave and blurted desperately.
"Judak would have done the same!"
Short but powerful words.
The moment "Judak" was invoked, all eyes focused—but it was a stretch.
Judak wasn't here; it was just a what-if.
But in Fron, the name Judak carried massive weight.
As soldiers hesitated, voices joined in from behind, one by one.
"Yeah, he did the right thing!"
"Tired of getting robbed like dogs!"
"Rise up, commoners!"
People surged to their feet en masse.
Panicked soldiers lowered spears and joined the crowd.
"Fuck this rat-tail salary..."
"Yeah, why else would Judak spread that book?"
Fron was a frozen hell.
Rifts cracked it open, turning it brutally cold.
People huddled by Judak's heaters to escape the chill, forging solidarity.
Ideas from the books began igniting their hearts red.
"End this system!"
"Nobles, go die somewhere!"
The flames from the outskirts spread instantly to the ducal castle.
Nobles purged or stripped of titles, until it reached the gates of Acting Duke Marc's estate.
Crowds with red torches shouted at the doors.
"Open the gates!"
"Acting Duke, face the people!"
"Don't hide behind walls! ...Huh?"
Tension hung as soldiers atop the walls faced them down.
-Creak
The gates, thought unyielding, suddenly swung open.
And out dashed Acting Duke Marc in his pajamas?
"I've found the answer!"
As the stunned crowd gawked,
Barefoot Marc thrust a declaration skyward and bellowed.
"Communism is feasible under Judak!"