Otherworld Destruction Gallery

-The World Tree regained its strength.

-Finally!!!

-Elad is saved too!

The elves in the gallery cheered.

And with its restored power, the World Tree, buoyed by the expectations of the elves, became…

-…the gallery’s anonymous user, 137.7.32.

-?

-What?

-Oh my gosh, Elad!

Anonymous users, referred to as “floating users,” are those who enter the gallery without a fixed nickname.

Since most users usually participate with fixed nicknames, encountering this type of user again after a long time felt unusual.

“On top of that, it’s clearly a troublemaker.”

As soon as 137.7.32, presumed to be the World Tree, entered the gallery, it dropped a tactical nuke.

137.7.32) (An image of a branch bearing luscious fruit)

-Wow!

-As expected of the World Tree!

-What an incredibly appetizing fruit!

137.7.32) (An image of the fruit being crushed with a branch)

137.7.32) (An image of the fruit falling to the ground and being smashed)

-Nooo!

-Why would you do that?

-Ahhh!

-(An image of someone savagely tearing into meat)

-(An image of dew being smashed to pieces)

-(An image of a fairy being killed with pesticide)
–
Stop it, please!!

-World Tree, why are you doing this to us…?!

-You’re not even an elf!!

-No, this is a nightmare…

Moreover, it only targeted elves with its tactical nukes.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the comments and images posted by the World Tree.

“…Should I call this trolling?”

Of course, I couldn’t understand it.

However, while the majority of the gallery’s elves despised it, it wasn’t universally disliked.

The elves hate it so much…

Starting today, I support the World Tree.

-Damn it, World Tree, I like you!

-I used to think it was a useless tree, but I was wrong. Isn’t it an amazing tree?

Since the majority of non-elven races like humans and dwarves were cheering, the situation was ambiguous.

So, rather than banning it outright, I decided to mediate and left a reply to the World Tree.

137.7.32) (An image of the World Tree exclaiming “Nice!”)

ㄴ Head Moderator☆) Hey, stop it.

ㄴ 137.7.32) (An image of the World Tree looking startled)

ㄴ 137.7.32) (An image of the World Tree smiling innocently with laughter)

ㄴ 137.7.32) (Various World Tree emojis, including giving a thumbs-up, expressing approval, and hugging a heart)

“Can it not speak?”

It didn’t type in chat but somehow communicated entirely through emojis, which seemed to come from an unknown source.

The depiction of a green-haired girl in braids was quite striking.

“A middle schooler? No, maybe a high schooler?”

She didn’t seem too young, yet she wasn’t fully mature either.

She looked just like someone in their adolescent phase.

However, rather than quieting down after my mediation, she began to actively seek camaraderie.

And with the gallery’s Head Moderator, no less.

137.7.32) (A “Hehe~” World Tree emoji)

137.7.32) (A “Clingy on” World Tree emoji)

137.7.32) (A “Hug me!” World Tree emoji)

ㄴ Diehard Vampire★) Don’t cross the line. You’ll get banned.

ㄴ 137.7.32) (An emoji making a rude hand gesture)

“This is outright, genuine trolling.”

What exactly is trolling?

Camaraderie-seeking, shocking images, spammy posts, and provocative behavior are all classic examples.

Of these, camaraderie-seeking might be the most dangerous.

It could transform the community into nothing more than their private chat room.

Yet, here was the World Tree attempting just that—with the Head Moderator.

“An unintentional troll…!”

It was a kind of pure trolling I had only heard about in legends.

Full Elf★) Um… World Tree, no matter what, this is a bit too much…
ㄴ 137.7.32) (A “Can’t hear you~” emoji)

Full Elf★) ?!

Diehard Vampire★) Don’t mess around. Want me to get angry?

ㄴ 137.7.32) (An emoji barking like a dog)

Diehard Vampire★) …

To make matters worse, even the moderators attempting to intervene were being drawn into casual chat interactions.

[Ban Duration: 7 days]

[Reason: Offensive images targeting a specific race, repeated camaraderie attempts, spammy posts and images, frequent conflicts with moderators, ignoring multiple warnings]

In the end, I had no choice but to impose a short ban on this legendary troll.

“Hopefully, cooling off will help.”

I get it.

If I were in their position, finally free after ages of confinement, I might act the same.

Revenge triggers a dopamine rush, saturating the brain with euphoria.

However, it seemed I underestimated the World Tree.

Title: Head Moderator! Head Moderator!! Head Moderatoooor!!!

Author: Model Elad Resident

(An image of the World Tree threatening with Chamisul)

(An image of someone bound tightly by vines, unable to move)

(An image of an elf trembling with tears streaming down their face)

-Pl-please… I-I’ll live a good life from now on…!

-I won’t cause any trouble, I swear…!

-So please, let me off the ban! That’s what the World Tree wanted me to convey…

-Sob, sniff… Please spare me!!!

-W-what is this?

-Is this elf being kidnapped and threatened by the World Tree?

-Haha, try banning me if you dare.

ㄴ Seriously, there are loudspeakers everywhere around here, haha.

Look at that elf shaking in fear.
ㄴ Phew, this is so satisfying, haha.

ㄴ Look at the broken Chamisul; the elf’s spirit is practically shattered, haha.

The World Tree grabbed a passing elf nearby and made them write the post on its behalf.

It was such an unprecedented situation that I was left speechless.

Fortunately, the World Tree’s trolling didn’t last long.

Head Moderator☆) You have to keep your promise, okay?

137.7.32) (An emoji of the World Tree holding out its pinky)

Once the ban was lifted, it released the elf it had been using as a loudspeaker and returned to behaving quietly.

Not only that, but it also resolved the issue that had caused this chaos in the first place.

It fixed the cracks in the pet lava fissure.

Title: My head doesn’t spin anymore!.jpg

(An image of the World Tree extending its branches toward the fissure)

(An image of vines wrapping around the fissure)

-Thanks to the World Tree, my head doesn’t spin anymore!

-The withering forest has come back to life!

Thanks to the World Tree, the elves were able to avoid all the damage caused by the fissure.

It completely resolved the headaches and food shortages caused by the weakened World Tree.

Of course, the problem itself originated from the elves’ trolling, but…

-Man, I’m so jealous.

-Why can’t my houseplant do that?

ㄴ Haha, humans don’t put in as much effort as we do, do they?

ㄴ That’s right. How can you expect results without dedication?

ㄴ Huh? Dedication?

ㄴ 137.7.32) (An emoji of the World Tree threatening to kill)

ㄴ Eek!

ㄴ I’m sorry!

ㄴ Instant normalization, haha.

“Is this resolved for now?”

The issue with the fissure was settled.

Humans had Tylenol.

Dwarves had Spirytus, a 96-proof alcohol.

And elves had the restored World Tree.

The fissures might seem minor, but terraforming always starts with the smallest of steps.

“This otherworld must survive.”

If the otherworld lives, so do I.

Survival was paramount, so thorough preparation was necessary.

With that in mind, I focused on the resolutions and felt satisfied, but the elves were in an uproar.

-So, are you coming to Elad as Head Moderator?

-The World Tree only listens to the Head Moderator…

-Head Moderator to Elad!

The World Tree no longer distributed its bounty freely as before.

It didn’t even offer simple fruit to the elves, leading to another issue.

“So, they’ll have to farm on their own now?”

But elves didn’t know how to farm.

They had always relied on simply taking food without learning even the simplest cooking skills.

Since the World Tree listened to me, the atmosphere shifted, pressuring me to move to Elad.

-You don’t have a home anyway, right?

-Aren’t elves more trustworthy than rabbit beastfolk?

-We’ll even prepare a large private room for you inside the kingdom!

-We can create a title like Sacred Tree Manager for you…

-But my answer was clear.

Head Moderator☆) Why would I?

Not a chance.

Why would I go to Elad?

Of course, I didn’t intend to stay in the Rabbit Hole forever either, but Elad was definitely not my backup plan.

“Maybe if they had a sturdier underground bunker…”

I still had a lot of belongings in the storage area, left there while fleeing from assassins.

Once the ticket was restored, I planned to return home.

“Head Moderator, everything is ready, meow.”

“Is it finally done?”

“Yes. Here it is…”

[Exit Ticket for Rabbit Hole]

A golden, shimmering ticket, completed at last by Myoran, who handed me the finished product.

The ticket bore a crying rabbit illustration along with numerous warning messages.

*Warning! Once the ticket is used, it cannot be reversed.

You may not return to your desired location.

Only those with a cold heart can tear it.

Did the Rabbitfolk write this?

“If I use this…”

“You can return to the place you remember, Head Moderator. Ignore the warnings, meow.”

“Alright, thank you for everything up until now.”

The Rabbit Hole had been my perfect hideout.

It kept any identifiable information about me from leaking to the gallery and treated me kindly.

At least ten times a day, kidnappings and attacks would come out of nowhere, but Myoran blocked them all.

“…Still, I’ll miss this place.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s safe, and anyway, doesn’t Myoran handle everything?”

I seriously considered staying longer.

After all, if I returned home, I would have to figure out my own means of survival.

And then—

Lick.

“Haa, Head Moderatooor…”

A chilling sound reached my ears as rabbit whiskers tickled the bridge of my nose.

Startled, I tried to sit up, but two pale hands shot out from behind the iron bars to stop me.

“Myoran, help!”

“Ah!”

The grip was so strong I couldn’t move an inch.

As I turned my widened eyes to the side, I saw a Rabbit Beastfolk at a dangerously close distance.

A perfect blend of human and rabbit, their appearance was straight out of a furry dream.

“Sorry, I just… can’t hold back anymore.”

With a sinister tone, their lips drew closer.

I tore the ticket at lightning speed, faster than any professional.

“Oh.”

A rough stone floor.

Two-story wooden buildings reminiscent of a European travel destination.

“I’m back.”

I found myself standing right in front of the underground storage of a certain restaurant where I had first arrived.

Safety first.

There’s no questioning that principle.

In the end, even the Rabbitfolk’s hideout wasn’t safe for me.

“What about the informants?”

Fortunately, there were no spies from the Kelton Kingdom on the streets of the capital.

I quickly descended into the underground storage to avoid being seen, soon spotting the partially collapsed entrance.

Dead assassins, the stench, and the utter chaos that was My My Sweet Home greeted me.

I hastily blocked the entrance with a wooden plank.

Buzz. Buzzz.

“Well, you’re still here, huh.”

Thankfully, inside, my nightlight, the dwarves’ masterwork sword, and Adrian’s Daylight Sword welcomed me.

The swords had efficiently taken care of any remaining intruders in my absence.

Thanks to that, none of my stored goods had been leaked, but…

“This still feels insecure.”

I realized I needed a shield to protect myself.

Not just one layer, but multiple—double, triple shields would be ideal.

In that sense, this ruined capital of the Kelton Kingdom was no longer suitable.

“Should I consider moving?”

I said it, but I lacked the courage to act.

I would need to move without revealing my location and be ready for sudden assassin attacks.

Where could I relocate to without knowing the proper paths?

However, this dilemma didn’t last long.

Title: Seeking Investments

Author: Lloyd

The Adrian Empire has fallen.

Thus, after Frederick’s execution montage, I plan to establish a new nation in the Kelton Kingdom.

I accept investments in any form.

If the nation is successfully founded, I promise to repay all contributing gallery members.

Show your support.

“Oh?”

Right on time, a post that seemed perfect for me had appeared.