Chapter 119

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 119

Chapter Title: Magical Gallery (3)

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Deep into the night, past midnight, in the dim predawn hours.

A time when, normally, no one but the Magical Girls pulling night watch would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be awake.

However.

Even at this late hour, there were people 'perfectly fine' and still awake.

Two of them, no less.

One was Kim Siyul.

The other was the Magical Chief Warrant Officer.

"Hey, you fucking psycho!"

The one screaming right in front of Kim Siyul right now.

"What the hell did you do to the Magical Gallery!"

"Pardon? What do you mean?"

Kim Siyul tilted his head innocently, his eyes shining with righteous indignation.

But.

To the Magical ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Chief Warrant Officer, it was nothing short of revolting.

'This fucking bastard!!!'

She still remembered it crystal clear.

No, scratch that.

It wasn't a memory.

A brand. One that would never fade.

In just a few hours, it hadn't only laid the Magical Gallery to waste—it even forced its shutdown.

An feat no Monster or Magical Girl had ever pulled off.

And Kim Siyul—a pathetic civilian who could barely cast spells by dumb luck—had done it single-handedly.

And it wasn't even Magical.

It didn't deserve the name.

Non-Magical Black Hole. Black asteroids.

'There were spinning ones too...'

Some posts even came with curt captions slapped onto the Non-Magical Black Hole.

Three lines total. Three black holes.

A modest setup, but the impact was far from modest.

'What the fuck is that garbage even doing there!'

Horrific. Gruesome.

Even the Magical Chief Warrant Officer—known as the Magical Girl of Reversal—lost her mind at the sight, reduced to a howling beast for what felt like ages.

Whether it was full-on beastly howls or just endless sobbing, she couldn't say for sure. Either way, the tears were real.

The silver lining? She was one of the relatively okay ones.

One of the two 'perfectly fine' people still awake, remember?

Took it literally.

Outside those two, no awake Magical Girl was sane.

All spewing blood from mouths and eyes, carted off in a panic to the Magical medical unit.

The worst cases even airlifted to Magical Capital Hospital for acute Magical cerebral hemorrhages.

She'd weathered every storm in the Magical world, which was how she scraped by with recovery. Otherwise? She'd have ended up just like them.

And it was all because of the Kim Siyul standing right there.

'No one else but this fucking prick.'

The real reason she'd named Kim Siyul a Magical deputy moderator? Something else entirely.

To become the Magical head moderator.

More precisely: boot the current one, claim the throne, and hoard all the wealth and fame.

Magical head mod coup.

She'd even roped in Kim Siyul for it.

'A Magical pawn, through and through.'

The current Magical head mod? Magical Battalion Commander Pale Crow.

Sure, she got flamed nonstop these days, but still a titan no exec Magical Girl could topple easily. Not even for the Chief Warrant Officer.

So she'd hatched a plan.

One: Hijack Pale Crow's account, appoint Kim Siyul as deputy mod.

Two: Unleash trolls in the Magical Gallery, blame Kim Siyul and his appointer, Pale Crow.

Three: Impeach the current head mod that way, crown herself the new one.

Not bad for a spur-of-the-moment scheme upon spotting Kim Siyul.

Neat. Flawless.

Barring one snag.

'Why the hell is he good at this crap...!'

Kim Siyul was way too competent for a disposable pawn.

Hated admitting it, but he'd nailed deputy mod duties near-perfectly. Zero gripes possible.

'Fuck...'

Bad.

No—catastrophic.

On paper, it was head mod Pale Crow who'd made the appointment.

That just solidified her as head-mod material.

Pure Magical windfall for her.

So the Magical Chief Warrant Officer went nuclear.

Unleashed trolls on every deputy mod but Kim Siyul and Sora. Ordered them to troll personally if push came to shove.

High-risk. But necessary.

To delouse a Magical house, sometimes you torch it. Same vibe here.

Luckily, it worked.

Kim Siyul threw in the towel.

Then, as new head mod, impeach the rest as sacrificial goats. Perfection.

'Can't have those bitches gunning for head mod too.'

Endgame: Cement herself as Magical dictator head mod. Her true vision.

Then this lunatic Kim Siyul pulls his stunt.

'Burn the house down himself? You fucking moron!'

You might wonder.

If Kim Siyul did the deed anyway, doesn't it bolster the justification?

True enough.

By her reckoning, anyway.

Terrors started flooding the Gallery right after he quit modding.

Plus, he'd personally lifted two Magical seals himself.

Magical troll release.

Magical animated image allowance.

Ergo: Kim Siyul nuked the Magical Gallery. Consensus.

But.

Her reckoning. No hard proof.

Fatal flaw.

"Who the fuck posts shit like that!!!"

"What got posted? No clue here."

Strong hunch, no more.

Surface-level? Business as usual.

Boils down simple:

One rattled deputy mod cracks, lifts seals, ghosts. Extreme troll exploits the gap, wreaks havoc.

Kim Siyul plays dumb? She's got zilch.

Unlike him, her hands were clean from jump.

So she latched onto the next best thing.

"How the hell did you manage the Magical Gallery!!!"

Management failure.

"Block trolls nonstop, minimum! Animated images? Hard ban!"

She knew, though.

This fixed jack shit.

Kim Siyul's deputy stint? One day. But he busted ass.

Sure, tapped out late. But can't lump with the dead-weight deputies.

Diligent day-one deserter.

Vs. chronic no-shows.

Who carries more blame? Latter, duh.

Magical firetruck obvious.

"What kinda brain lets trolls run wild!!!"

Pure vent session.

"I didn't let trolls run wild!"

"Then what?!"

"Gave everyone freedom!"

"How's that any different from dumping trolls in the Magical Gallery, you fucking lunatic!!!"

Not even venting went smooth.

Magical Chief Warrant Officer bugged her eyes.

"Deputy mod or not, doesn't the Magical Gallery need to stay clean?!"

That moment, Kim Siyul locked eyes.

"Why?"

"Huh...?"

As she blanked, he rapid-fired.

"Ain't my gallery. You toss trash in your bedroom, Chief Warrant Officer?"

"Still Magical public turf! Common decency! Deputy mod can't trash public space!"

She amped up.

Kim Siyul matched it.

"Public restrooms are public too!"

"What the actual ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fuck!!!"

She clawed her hair.

Looks fine on outside, but zero wavelength.

Utterly blocked. Worse than Monster hordes.

Guy a real Monster?

Dead serious.

'We're screwed. For real.'

This mess won't end pretty.

Temp closure now, but permanent looming. Call it done.

No head-mod dreams—instead, lose even deputy perks.

Hijacking account? Power abuse? Charges incoming.

Top dog blame.

Magical two birds, zero gain.

Magical double lose.

Meanwhile, Kim Siyul grinned. Dazzling foil to her doom.

"No need to fret. Gallery chars to ash? Not pure loss."

Drifted away.

"Total burn clears room for new growth."

Dropped hope bombshell, bounced.

She? Zero buy-in.

"New growth my ass."

Burn means dead. Muttered through bloodshot grinds.

Thus, the rowdy dawn faded into silence.

Clutching her grudge.

Soon after, permanent Magical Gallery closure sealed.

Tons pushed back.

Just block hard trolls, no?

Tighter management, done.

No dice. Final.

Sure, root cause: hard trolls spamming Non-Magical Black Holes (ft. asteroids) nonstop.

But.

True culprit? Magical Girls not reporting the nightmare—but smashing recommend so "can't hoard the pain."

Some thumbed it en route to Magical Capital Hospital. That bad.

Magical "no see solo" syndrome? Closure factor one.

Implying more.

Magical Gallery: Ironclad Magical bastion. Lone troll Black Hole? Rattles, no rupture.

But.

What if not lone troll?

What if freed trolls piled on post-Black Hole?

Bingo.

Some Magical Girls went dark-side.

True to form, embraced Non-Magical Black Hole power. Spread the gospel.

One Non-Magical Black Hole already inflicted lethal Magical trauma.

Dozens? Cataclysm.

Spoiler: It pops.

Magical Big Bang theory redux. Minus the universe—just endless black holes.

Hence, shutdown.

Bonus: Gallery-spawned Non-Magical Black Holes leaked into civilian boards. Magical calamity.

Rare? Sure. One, two tops.

But.

Cleanest lake + one poison drop = dead sea.

Lethal toxin? Double time.

Here too. Civilian galleries tainted. Civvies comatose.

Scores griped: "Magical Gallery blows."

Magical Girls' rep golden? Civilians are wards, not piñatas.

Key nail: Psychic wounds on civilians too deep for words. Closure clincher.

Cue Magical pity party.

Whatever. Closure tide unstoppable.

And so, the Magical Gallery shut down.

With those three—stuck ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with max blame—spewing their dying curses.

Another peaceful day for the Magical Girls.