Gallery's Superstar: The Maid's Monumental Growth

Mana reinforcement and aura reinforcement. As I swung the wooden sword doubly empowered, the last max-level tree toppled alongside it.

Declaration. Humanity has completely triumphed over the max-level trees. Word spread that the star performance came from humanity's strongest maid.

"V."

In the recent year, I'd felled and processed all the trees. Nothing beats this for raising skill proficiencies.

Mana and aura. Handling both powers anew made one thing clear: Maid's Grace is incredible.

'Maintains peak condition.' The effect embedded in Maid's Grace isn't just some no-fatigue skill. Even if I burn through all my stored mana and aura, it fills right back up. No matter how wastefully I spend, it recovers infinitely.

The issue? That 'peak condition' is still a bit weak. Like having infinite money on a card but being capped at payments under a million won each time.

Still, this is amazing. No limits on practice anymore.

"Now the framework's all set."

While training, I'd casually built a house. It was just a skeleton of logs and timber, but the shape was coming together nicely.

Goal: A grand mansion worthy of the strongest maid. Other materials can come later—max out what wood can do first.

"I'm gonna become a master carpenter."

With the house frame done, time for furniture. No special tools or machines needed. Maid is a great job that can be delicate tools or heavy machinery.

Chairs, tables, all sorts of furniture—time flew by as I crafted.

Kept making, and got a skill. Thought I was doing well, but getting the skill changed my eyes. I caught the disease.

The disease where I had to demolish the house frame I'd built and dismantle all the furniture.

Disease name: MyHouseSucks-itis. Cure: Build a house so amazing my aesthetics can't deny it.

So I rebuilt the house and furniture, passing time that way. When 2 years had passed since entering the tower, I finally overcame MyHouseSucks-itis.

"The ultimate home fit for the strongest maid."

Whoa. Housewarming gifts. Watching ingredients rain down, I realized the problem. No fridge in the house.

Subspace works for storage, but I still don't know how to take stuff out.

Hmm. Annoying to ice-magic preserve all day—what's the trick to using subspace?

Thanks first anyway.

"Thank you. I'll eat well. You all have to visit my house later."

"??"

Why despair? Is my house still kinda meh? I poured my heart into it, but maybe not up to the Constellations' tastes. Reinforce with other materials later.

"Time to focus on training again."

This time, physical training focus. Thanks to Guardian and Sage teachings, mana and aura proficiency was high, but handling the reinforced body still felt lacking.

Luckily, body control comes from Heavenly Power Star.

"Please take good care of me, Power Star."

Hours of fluid body movements under Power Star's guidance. Finally, I reached 140% body utilization.

Live flexibly from now on. Handle all things flexibly. With that mindset, sword training continued. Engraved in my mind the image of a sword that flows unbroken and flexible in any situation.

Come ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to think of it, the Tree Caliber I built for Guardian feels a bit lacking in quality. Spent time reinforcing Tree Caliber, combining learned skills.

Soon, Tree Caliber's height surpassed 60m, and controlling power flow became natural.

"This is my heart, Father."

"But no more trees now."

"I'll make them when materials come."

I'll become a master maid. Training continued.

5 years since Han Yuyeon entered the tower. The Constellation gallery, obsessed with raising her, was in chaos now.

Her speed at gaining technical achievements with insane talent was shocking, but her physical growth was ominous too.

6 years. Did Likes Farming's wish reach Han Yuyeon? Her physical growth stopped. She'd reached a realm beyond aging.

7 years. After relentless training, Han Yuyeon seemed to realize something and altered her maid outfit. Into a design exposing her upper chest, the kind that breaks parents' hearts.

Though they'd watched the last 7 years, all Constellations focused even more on Han Yuyeon. Noticing the gazes, she made a one-handed V to the sky, slipped her hand into her cleavage,

- No Yuyeon!!!

- Everyone close your eyes!!!

And amid the Constellations' screams, a tree popped out from her cleavage.

- Geombeoji)?

- Halakaib)??

- LikesFarming)???

"VV."

Han Yuyeon. Maid's Subspace Pocket understood.

Earth. Tower Gallery. They'd hung Han Yuyeon at the entrance for periodic worship. When she'd survived 2 years in Hell, they'd held funerals in their hearts.

But Han Yuyeon didn't die. 2 years 1 month. 2 months more. 6 months. Up to nearly 3 years.

A name now without trace. They worshipped Han Yuyeon like a god, even joking, but they knew. She's human, not divine. Humans can't endure forever...

4 more years passed.

5 years.

6 years. Doubt posts finally appeared.

Doubt posts had some credibility, but not enough to shake Tower Gallery opinion. Faith and love for Han Yuyeon had filled not just the gallery, but all humanity.

Finally, 7 years. Suddenly, a tower broadcast began.

Broadcast announcing Han Yuyeon's survival and challenge. Tower Gallery naturally went wild. People dropped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠daily lives, drawn in like moths.

Han Yuyeon was Earth's biggest hook.

Humanity's daily life halts. All time focuses on Han Yuyeon. How is she alive? What does she look like now? Curiosity mixed with worry.

Power Analyzer was somewhat right. No clue how she survived 7 years in rest layer, but if she did, no real reason to go to 2F. Either food ran out completely, or solitude broke her and she's seeking death.

So even while branding doubt as heresy, all tensed up—then Han Yuyeon's figure finally appeared in the broadcast.