Chapter 90
Chapter 90
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Shitposting
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I have to stop the Constellations of Justice from invading.
First, I recalled the Constellation of Justice from the game.
"A being that suddenly appeared and executed criminals, winning the public's favor."
But it judged criminals based on fragmented information alone, mass-producing innocent victims.
"The way to counter it was to gather info on the wrongful victims caused by the constellation and post it on internet communities."
That soured public opinion, and the Constellation of Justice fled to its own dimension, whining,
"I-It's not my fault! I'm a victim too! Who told them to do things that could be misunderstood!?"
"If you didn't resolve it within 10 turns, the player became an innocent victim and got executed in a bad ending."
Its personality was just like in the game.
Their personalities were exactly the same as in the game.
"My beliefs are justice itself, and my actions are righteous."
Absolute conviction in justice is evil. Of course, for the Constellations of Justice, it was probably more about the momentary thrill than actual justice.
"The dopamine flood under the banner of justice is classic behavior for community addicts."
I couldn't block them with force. Constellations were untouchable by physical means from the start, and there were multiple opponents besides.
"But they're not invincible."
Just like how the Munchkin Mary Sue constellation fled from human malice. The original strategy made them blow their own retreat horn. Since constellations had very human traits, I just needed to hit them mentally.
"I've already figured out how."
To see if I could pull it off, I picked up the ownerless "Scales of Good and Evil."
[Will you judge the wicked?]
[Will you save the righteous?]
[Choose.]
The scales' will echoed in my mind.
I chose to save the righteous.
The target: myself.
[Think of what you desire.]
To clarify my thoughts, I voiced them aloud as I thought.
"Information on the Constellations of Justice and the dimension they live in."
[Granted.]
Good karma drained out.
About half the amount I'd offered to the brazier.
"It's coming to me."
Like recalling a forgotten memory, their info surfaced naturally.
[Constellation of Justice]
[An information-based lifeform existing in dimension ■■■■■. This dimension has no material elements whatsoever; everything is made of information. They call their own dimension the "Bulletin Board." They can read information from material lifeforms and edit it in reverse, harming their targets. However, they cannot create life.]
[For some reason, they have personalities eerily similar to humans. It's unknown whether they were always like this or if human information flowing into them shaped their personalities.]
"This is doable."
I grabbed the ownerless "Scales of Good and Evil" and "Forgotten Alchemist's Equivalent Exchange Scales," then left the room.
"Ah, aaaah! What the hell have I done!"
"Ughhh! I... I killed people...!"
The judges outside had regained their senses and were in chaos.
The uniforms they wore were derivatives of an entity called the "Special Uniform Generator." Since that power had vanished, one of the conditions must have been the creator's survival.
"Uwaaaack!"
"We came to create a just world! I trusted you!"
These were people who'd pledged body and soul to the Chief Justice.
But regardless of their beliefs, they hadn't wanted to commit murder, and they remembered all their actions, regretting them intensely.
"Leaving them like this will cause problems."
So I knocked them all out.
I consumed "Dried Friendship," dashed around madly inside, and struck the nape of every one I found. Then I acquired the "Dimensional Zipper" they possessed and opened a door.
'Is the instant usage knowledge from the Chief Justice's setup, or the zipper's original power?'
The Dimensional Zipper activated by mentally chanting a location three times with "I'm going there."
The place it took me: the Foundation.
The moment I opened the door, Foundation agents swarmed in less than a minute, guns trained on me.
"...External Special Interrogator?"
I spoke to the agents who belatedly recognized me.
"There are people here contaminated by mental pollution. Please handle their memory erasure."
"Earth will be destroyed in 24 hours!?"
"Yes, we're short on time, so this is the end of the debrief. I have somewhere to be."
"A-understood!"
I used the Dimensional Zipper to escape the Foundation's interrogation room.
My destination: Sarang Logistics' Factory 1.
I headed to the VR room next to the reinforcement generator.
"Alright, let's give this a try."
The "Scales of Good and Evil" and "Forgotten Alchemist's Equivalent Exchange Scales."
Truth be told, I didn't need both; one would suffice.
"Just brought both in case."
If I ran out of good karma, I'd need equivalent exchange.
Since I had plenty of good karma, I picked up the Scales of Good and Evil first.
[Will you judge the wicked?]
[Will you save the righteous?]
[Choose.]
Again, I chose to save the righteous.
Target: myself.
[Think of what you desire.]
Only one desire.
To clarify, I voiced it aloud, just like before.
"A computer that can interfere with the Constellations of Justice's dimension. It should display their dimension as a community bulletin board and have a terminal to send information there."
[Granted.]
A massive amount of good karma drained instantly.
More than twice what I'd offered to the brazier.
"There it is."
On the desk in the VR room, a computer had appeared.
It looked like any ordinary PC, but when I powered it on and opened the internet, an anonymous community bulletin board popped up.
[Ah! So when's the portal opening?!]
[I'm telling you, it's not a delusion? I felt eyes on me? We even saw the guy who came scouting? Are the conspiracy/mainipulation accusers doing it on purpose?]
[Something felt off, like eyes watching. Dopamine rush incoming! Already getting hyped!]
[New dimension! The one that scout came from earlier, right?]
[Yeah, they came begging for someone to judge them, but tried to go somewhere else instead of us.]
[Got a guilty conscience? If they were clean, why dodge us?]
The Constellations of Justice's conversations appeared on the board like community posts.
I had no idea if the dimension was naturally like this or if my computer rendered it that way.
"Sarang."
[Yes, Lee Seung-hoon.]
"Do you still have that movie I shot?"
[If you mean the one you named "Possibility," it's stored in my memory drive.]
I'd been called a troll across countless communities.
I'd never once trolled in earnest, but everyone blocked me anyway, and it was the same in new ones.
"How long is the movie?"
[Total runtime: 6 hours, 27 minutes, 35 seconds.]
"What are the highlight scenes?"
[...In terms of extreme backlash, every scene qualifies as a highlight.]
But today, I would troll in earnest.
Using my artistic masterpiece, no less.
"Turn 'Possibility' into 1,000+ short shitpost clips."
[Understood.]
Soon, Sarang finished the job.
[Portal's about to open any second now~]
[It cracked open a bit. Connection's forming!]
[Ooo! Already fully erect! Haaang! Feels so good!]
[How long's it been since I felt this dopamine lololol]
[Ugh, can't sleep thinking about judging those trash lololol]
The world never understood my art.
The Constellations of Justice, so human-like, would be no different.
"If the world won't appreciate my art, I'll use it as a weapon."
I connected Sarang to the terminal.
"Sarang, flood their dimension with the shitpost clips."
My first intentional trolling spree began.
[?????]
[What the fuck is this????]
[Ah fuck my eyes!]
[What kinda dogshit info is this!!!]
The effect was immediate.
[Is what I just saw real...? Why's he fucking spaghetti...?]
└[Not "why" but "how" ffs]
[100 per second.]
[Insane! What're you doing with the crucian carp!]
[Gyaaaaa! My brain's getting polluted!]
[Not even an animal, humping exercise equipment? Wtf ultimate gym freak evolution?]
[Heard of threesomes, but hundred-some? Ffs.]
[100 people train-fucking. Mad.]
[Thrusting and getting thrust, thrusting and getting thrust...]
The board was plastered with Sarang's posts.
Every piece of info sent manifested as a post, and from their reactions, these information lifeforms couldn't filter it—they absorbed everything.
At first, they tried resisting.
Deleting info to restore the board, but they didn't know our location while we knew theirs, enabling one-sided info carpet-bombing.
[Why do I have to see a guy fucking a bear at this hour?]
[Bear sex is tame. Ever heard of ramen sex?]
[Haa... going insane... My brain's getting raped in real-time...]
In short, their efforts were futile.
Soon, some pinpointed the info source.
A community's justice only works when it doesn't harm oneself.
Once damaged, the Constellations of Justice slammed the dimensional passage shut.
[Your dimension has been blocked.]
[Block duration: Permanent]
[Reason: Shitpost terrorism]
The board vanished.
The computer, built solely to fight them, was now worthless scrap.
[Lee Seung-hoon, success.]
"...Yeah."
[Lee Seung-hoon, are you crying right now?]
I couldn't stop the tears.
"Using art as a weapon feels like sending my child off to war. It's sad."
[But you saved Earth.]
If they'd appreciated my art, I might've died willingly.
The thought crossed my mind briefly, then I shook it off.
[Hmm.]
"What's up?"
[Nothing.]
I'd saved Earth from the Constellations of Justice.
Cleanup was swift after. The Foundation erased the judges' memories, assessed their situations, and resolved the cases they'd botched.
"Many were wronged due to lack of money. Some cases had suspects who escaped proper punishment due to legal issues."
The Foundation stepped in to fix those, and everyone returned to normal life satisfied.
"We recovered all the entities they had. There might be more copies, but we have 303 in total for now."
I got the report from Kim Dong-wook.
But the next day, Dong-wook called again.
-All held entities have vanished!
"I'll call back later."
Regrettable, but no time to chat.
[We learned a VIP customer suffered due to an issue at our establishment. We deeply apologize.]
[Date: 1 hour after opening this invitation.]
[Location: Golden Almighty Corporation HQ.]
[To decline, flush gold from this down the toilet.]
Early morning, a letter by the door.
[Golden Almighty Corporation President, Golden.]
An invitation from Golden Almighty Corporation.