Otherworld Destruction Gallery

In front of Adrian’s Imperial Palace.

A huge crowd had gathered, craning their necks to see.

Today was the day the Crown Prince’s fate would be decided.

Featured Post: Execution of Crown Prince Frederick

(Image of a peasant giving a thumbs-up)

Highly recommended.

Finally, my dopamine is kicking in!

Head Moderator, sell us some popcorn.

ㄴ For real, LOL. Why aren’t they selling popcorn? Ah, LOL.

ㄴ (Insert meme: Farmer Corn)

Can I treat myself to some chicken today?
ㄴ If you’re from Adrian, as much as you like.

ㄴ Go for a whole chicken!

ㄴ You’ve endured so much—have two!

On a wooden platform, Lloyd, who had somehow become Adrian’s representative, stood.

In front of him was Frederick, tightly bound with ropes, his head held high.

“Now, we will commence the execution of the criminal.”

“Wooooah!”

-Oh, LOL. It’s starting!

-Boo, trash.

-Raise your hands and wave, you scum!

Cheers erupted both from the gallery and in reality.

Frederick glared venomously at the people watching him, cursing them.

“Traitors to the royal family siding with foreign powers—you’re worse than leeches! You’ll all starve to death!”

His spite was especially directed at the Head Moderator.

“I curse you, Head Moderator! Even after my death, I’ll wait for the day you die with all my heart!”

-LOL, is he seriously cursing now?

-This guy’s like this till the end…

-Hah… He must not know my personality yet.

-Oh no!! So scary!

ㄴ How are you going to wait when you’re going to hell? LOL.

ㄴ The Head Moderator’s going to heaven! Don’t bother waiting!

ㄴ Who made you the judge?

ㄴ They saved my mom’s life, so they’re definitely going to heaven.

ㄴ LOL, fair enough.

LOL, humans sure are having a blast today.
ㄴ I think this is already the third human execution I’ve seen live.

However, the dignity once held by Crown Prince Frederick was nowhere to be found in this criminal.

Lloyd signaled to the soldiers below the platform, and they began to drag Frederick somewhere.

But the direction seemed a little strange.

“That’s not the direction to the guillotine.”

“What’s going on? Isn’t he supposed to be executed?”

It looked less like an execution and more like mere punishment.

As murmurs began to spread among the crowd, Lloyd raised his voice.

“The criminal was found guilty of 56 offenses, including corruption, poor judgment, and burning all the empire’s food supplies during its most critical time.”

If it was just incompetence, one might have let it slide.

After all, how many leaders had failed?

But to troll while the world was falling apart and then burn the empire’s food stores when cornered?

Even for a Crown Prince, trying to starve his own people en masse was unforgivable.

“If not for the Head Moderator, this could have resulted in a mass famine.”

Lloyd calmly looked up from the document he was reading.

“Thus, it has been judged that execution by guillotine is insufficient. Exile has been chosen as the punishment.”

The murmurs among the crowd grew louder again.

“What? Exile?”

“You’re letting someone like him off with just exile?”

Just as the atmosphere grew tense, people soon understood.

That exile was a fate worse than death by guillotine.

“…Damn it, no way.”

Frederick muttered a curse under his breath.

Because what lay before him was a rift.

A pathway leading to the land of demon beasts—the ‘Outside.’

Though its interior was blacked out and censored, it had been proven by the Head Moderator in a pinned post.

“Just kill me! Kill me now!”

Frederick cried out, cold sweat pouring from him.

But the soldiers had no intention of showing mercy, and Frederick was soon thrown beyond the rift.

“Aaaah! Head Moderator, I curse you! I will…!”

Before he could even finish his sentence.

Frederick disappeared completely into the rift, never to be seen again.

“…Is it done?”

Human punishments are crueler than I thought.

So, was that a cutscene?

As the crowd, startled by the unexpected punishment, fell silent, Lloyd slowly turned around.

With a determined expression, he began typing something into the gallery.

Click… Clack, clack…

Title: I’ll Be Moving In Now

Author: Lloyd

(Image of Frederick being thrown into the rift)

(Image: “Let’s go! Beyond that!” – Knight Meme)

As previously announced, we will leave Adrian and establish a new home in the Kingdom of Kelton.

Anyone who volunteered or wishes to join now is welcome to join the procession at any time.

Departure: In 30 minutes.

Destination: (Former) Kingdom of Kelton.

Let’s go, everyone!

At the sight of this new featured post, the crowd checked the message, their eyes widening in surprise!

“To the Kingdom of Kelton!”

Lloyd raised his hand to the sky and shouted.

“Woooaaah!!”

“To the land of freedom!”

At the moment the rot of Adrian was exiled, Adrian was split in two.

Half chose to remain and rebuild.

Half chose to leave for the Kingdom of Kelton and start anew.

“They’re coming here? Even better.”

Of course, this was good news for me.

The Kingdom of Kelton no longer existed.

But it lived on in our hearts!

Yes, the people of Adrian were coming to establish a new dynasty over the ruins of the kingdom.

Its name would be the Kingdom of Kellyerton.

Both to inherit Kelton’s legacy and to announce the founding of a new kingdom.

And during that time, I thought…

“I should give them a hand.”

I intended to insert myself into this founding process.

How many threats had loomed over me so far?

The murders instigated by Frederick.

The Rabbit Beastfolk’s attempts to wear me out.

And even the Demon Beasts’ constant attempts to get just a bite.

“This is too much.”

When something crosses the line three times, it’s truly over the line.

I planned to fortify my personal warehouse, but I also needed additional protection.

A solid Kellyerton Kingdom instead of ruins was part of that plan.

“And it’s reliable.”

After all, Lloyd, their leader, was the “The Knight Who Poured Milk on a Wound.”

The reason people recognized him as a leader was partly because I often summoned him on the gallery.

Being unexpectedly thrust into the role of a knight serving alongside the Head Moderator?

I couldn’t let that slide.

-Damn, this is insane, LOL.

-I should just lock myself in my room and sleep.

-But how can I stay locked away after hearing such an inspiring line?

ㄴ For real, there’s no guarantee another dictator won’t rise.

ㄴ Adrian’s already doomed. The answer is Kellyerton… Definitely.

“For now, it seems like they’re coming along fine…”

Lloyd’s party was making their way toward Kelton.

They had enough strength to fend off most Demon Beasts, but there was another problem.

-So, who becomes king?

ㄴ Lloyd as a knight-turned-king would be great, but…

ㄴ There’s no justification! No legitimacy!

There was no legitimacy.

Though the Kingdom of Kelton was in ruins, many survivors and buildings still remained.

Naturally, it was decided to succeed the Kelton legacy, but Lloyd was born in Adrian.

This created an issue of legitimacy.

“Well, I’m sure they’ll figure something out.”

I wasn’t too worried.

There was no way they declared founding a kingdom without considering such things.

Lloyd’s group alone numbered over 100,000.

It was impossible for such a massive group to have followed blindly…

-Oh crap, you’re right.

-Wait, then what are we?

-Are we just foreigners invading the ruins of another country?

-Is there no one in our party from Kelton?

-I’ve been a Kelton citizen and a private security guard for 10 years. Does that count?

ㄴ Does it, LOL?

ㄴ Are we seriously screwed?

-Apparently not?

-Gallery members moving to Kelton seemed visibly flustered.

-What do we do now?

Lloyd: Damn, I didn’t think of this, LOL.

-Oh my god, LOL.

-Legend of legends…

-The world’s just completely lost its mind.

The real problem was that Lloyd was caught in the middle of all this.

“Is it really okay for them to come here?”

For a moment, I felt a wave of anxiety about whether I should truly support the Kingdom of Kellyerton.

But still, he’s a good guy.

At the very least, I didn’t think he’d stab me in the back after helping him.

Even if he tried, I doubted he could kill me after breaking through the 21st-century fortified warehouse I was preparing.

I showed up in the gallery right on cue.

Featured Post: Lloyd, Come Here

Author: Head Moderator☆

Ahem.

Upvotes: 9999+ | Downvotes: 54

[Comments: 9999+]

Lloyd: Oh dear, have you summoned this lowly one!!!!!

ㄴ Head Moderator☆: Ahem, yes, yes.

ㄴ Lloyd: Your grace knows no bounds!!!!!

ㄴ LOL, why is this guy like this?

ㄴ Damn, we’re about to be homeless. What else are we supposed to do, LOL?

ㄴ Damn it, I was counting on you, Head Moderator!!!!

ㄴ Head Moderator, you’ve come to save us!!!

Was it because I’d helped them a few times before?

As soon as I posted, an overwhelming number of upvotes came in, and Lloyd appeared as if waiting for it.

Of course, it wasn’t like I had some amazing plan.

“Just pick someone reasonable, not insane.”

As long as it wasn’t some weirdo, it’d be fine.

And coincidentally, I happened to know a high-ranking noble from the Kingdom of Kelton.

A noble who was kind and incapable of doing bad things.

ㄴ Head Moderator☆: If there’s no one else, how about a recommendation?

ㄴ Lloyd: Whatever the Head Moderator says…

ㄴ LOL, please take good care of Kellyerton…

ㄴ Alright, let’s just do as you say, haha.

ㄴ Head Moderator, without you, this founding will fail…

ㄴ Head Moderator☆: Okay, then listen up.

I paused for a moment, then wrote down the name.

ㄴ Head Moderator☆: I nominate the Fallen Noble Daughter.

She was the favorable Gonik (true story) who had once traded me a bed for a can of tuna.

Evelyn Ophelia.

The daughter of the only duchy in the Kingdom of Kelton.

It was unclear how long she had been confined to her room by now.

Once again, she was killing time by counting the patterns on the floor and ceiling.

ㄴ Head Moderator☆: I nominate the Fallen Noble Daughter.

“Pfft!”

Her savior had pulled a prank.

“Head Moderator, what the hell are you saying…?”

Having been locked in her room for months, endlessly browsing the gallery, she had become a complete recluse.

Her only redeeming trait was that, despite eating only canned tuna, she wasn’t picky and enjoyed her food.

And now they were suddenly telling her to become a queen?

“I don’t even know if my father is still alive…”

What kind of disaster was this?

Fallen Noble Daughter: Um, Head Moderator…?

Fallen Noble Daughter: I really appreciate the rescue, but queen? What are you talking about? ㅇ︿ㅇ

Fallen Noble Daughter: What about my opinion…? ㅠㄱㅠ

Evelyn had no sense of aristocratic superiority or ambition for higher power.

She found joy in giggling at funny posts on the gallery and savoring tuna.

“I don’t have any ambitions like that…”

She timidly tried to resist, but the gallery was indifferent.

Head Moderator☆: LOL, the decision’s already been made.
ㄴ What? The person involved doesn’t matter.

ㄴ We’re discussing an important matter of founding a kingdom here. Who cares about the opinion of the person involved?

ㄴ LOL, the audacity; just accept becoming the Queen of Kellyerton.

ㄴ Full Elf★: Human politics are always so chaotic…

Before she realized it, Evelyn had become the queen.

Head Moderator☆: Also, I’ve already sent people, LOL.

Fallen Noble Daughter: Wait, what?

Head Moderator☆: You’re the queen now.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Mommy!”

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

Startled, Evelyn shrank back, and a voice came from beyond the door.

“Oh dear, I’ve come with good news.”

“Would you please open the door, Your Majesty, the next queen of humans?”

“Eek!”

Evelyn felt a greater fear than when she encountered a Demon Beast.