Otherworld Destruction Gallery

Wine Lovers (1)

Someone came looking for me.

But this time, I had a shotgun and the famous sword gifted by the dwarf.

“Who am I? Shotgun owner.”

Suppressing my tension, I slowly approached the door.

And as I carefully opened it,

“You’re inside, I see. I’m an investigator sent by the Kellyerton Kingdom.”

“Ah.”

A man with dark circles under his eyes was looking at me while repeatedly writing and erasing something.

What the heck, he was just an ordinary civil servant.

“So, what exactly are you investigating?”

“We’re conducting a population survey for the capital as Kellyerton was established. Were you previously a Kelton citizen?”

“No, not exactly...”

With a face drenched in exhaustion, he spoke to me in a formal tone.

“Then let’s go get your ID issued.”

Though a new nation was founded, many people remained within the territory of the Kelton Kingdom.

Kellyerton was issuing them new identification cards to officially register them as citizens.

As they went from house to house, it just happened to be my turn.

“All done. You’re now a citizen of Kellyerton.”

“Um, thank you.”

And just like that, it was over quickly.

In the midst of the chaos, they weren’t particularly curious about who I was or what I did.

There was no situation like, "What if they search my warehouse and find out I’m the Head Moderator?"

They simply took my name, stamped it, and handed me a wooden badge.

[Kellyerton ID Card]

[Name – John Malphite]

“This actually worked?”

Since I couldn’t use a Korean-style name, I blurted out something random, and it surprisingly worked.

Getting outside was easier than I had anticipated.

“I don’t see any demon beasts either.”

The streets looked very different compared to when I first arrived here.

Of course, it still hadn’t shed its ruined appearance, but at least there were no zombies craving my flesh.

As I thought about heading back, I glanced around the plaza, and that’s when I noticed something strange.

A massive statue as tall as a building.

“What is this?”

It had a flowing wizard’s robe, and even as a statue, it depicted a recognizable, beautiful young girl.

And boldly inscribed on the statue’s plaque was:

[Head Moderator]

Kellyerton, established under the protection of the Head Moderator.

This is the first statue made in honor of the Head Moderator.

“Me?”

Wait, come to think of it, most of the conversations around the statue were about me.

People were discussing or critiquing the statue, or even...

“Hmm, but isn’t it a bit inaccurately made?”

Debating the historical accuracy of the depiction.

“What do you mean? Are you saying this statue is flawed?”

“I’m saying the Head Moderator is a half-elf beauty. Shouldn’t the ears be pointier?”

“What nonsense! The Head Moderator is clearly the youngest daughter of a noble family. Obviously, her race must be human.”

Of course, they were all wrong.

Some were fervently arguing about my species and gender, while others tossed coins into the fountain in front of the statue, making wishes.

“Please let canned spicy tuna be available at the next marketplace.”

“Let me pass the knight’s exam.”

The scenery of the newly founded kingdom of Kellyerton was just as chaotic, if not more, than the atmosphere of the gallery.

Watching this absurdity, I sat on a nearby bench, clutching my head.

“What is even happening here?”

Did everyone collectively lose their minds?

“What makes the Head Moderator so worthy of prayer, debate, and all this fuss?”

There was too much outside for me to process and accept.

I couldn’t stay out here any longer.

I needed to get back to the warehouse as soon as possible to regain my peace of mind by looking at some Beastmen selfies.

Just as I was thinking that,

“What? What did you just say?”

Someone nearby overheard my muttering and stopped me.

“Pardon?”

“I’m asking if you just said, ‘What’s the big deal about the Head Moderator?’ or something similar.”

Turning around, I saw a man with an upper body bursting with muscles, shirtless, glaring at me as if I had insulted him.

He strode toward me with heavy steps.

Thud.

“Take it back...! Those words you just said...!!!”

“Take them back!”

I don't fight battles unless I am certain of victory.

I handed over 10 mana pellets right away and retracted my statement.

The man nodded and left.

“I didn’t think it’d be like this.”

I was aware that daily posts praising the Head Moderator went up in the gallery.

But experiencing it firsthand felt different.

However, as soon as the man left, another suspicious man in a black robe approached me.

“Excuse me, I’ve come to share some good words with you.”

It was as if his outfit screamed, "I’m part of a cult," exuding a shady atmosphere.

Nonetheless, the man approached with a friendly smile and asked me directly.

“Do you believe in the Head Moderator?”

Evelyn Ophelia, the Fallen Noble Daughter.

Now a queen, Evelyn had stepped outside the castle for an inspection.

She was walking through the streets, holding a can of tuna in one hand and a spoon in the other.

“Your Majesty, look over there.”

Lloyd, who had become the queen’s knight, pointed somewhere.

There, a man with black hair was being held by a sinister individual, being proselytized.

“He has a peculiar appearance. Could he be a foreigner?”

“Your Majesty.”

“Oh, right. You told me to speak informally now.”

Evelyn awkwardly corrected herself as she observed the black-haired man.

She hadn’t seen many people with black hair in her life.

To top it off, his eyes were pitch black too. His unique appearance naturally drew her gaze.

The problem was that he was currently being forcibly proselytized.

“It’s not just the demon beasts that are an issue...”

Even in a world on the brink of destruction, demon beasts weren’t the only problem.

Criminals and cults that took advantage of the chaos were also major societal issues.

If they focused solely on demon beasts, it wouldn’t be surprising if they ended up like the Adrian Empire.

“Let’s help him.”

“Understood.”

As the two approached the man, their suspicions grew stronger.

“It’ll only take a moment. This will also be beneficial to you, brother.”

“No, I’m not interested.”

“Believe in the Head Moderator. The Head Moderator grants us marketplaces and weapons. Only the Head Moderator can save us!”

“No, I don’t want to. Please leave.”

The man, who was clearly fed up, was being relentlessly hounded by the cultist, who clung to him stubbornly.

“That’s enough.”

At that moment, Lloyd stepped forward to intervene.

“What? Who do you think you are to suddenly—”

Shing.

“Do you really think you can say such things?”

As soon as Lloyd drew his sword, the cultist disappeared into the alley in an instant, leaving the man to catch his breath.

With the demon beasts retreating, cultists, scammers, and criminals were now running rampant.

Was this some sort of universal trash-preservation law?

The man hesitated for a moment before bowing slightly, seemingly about to express his gratitude.

“Thank you so much. If it weren’t for you—”

But as soon as he met Evelyn’s eyes, he froze mid-sentence.

His expression shifted, as if he had encountered someone he absolutely shouldn’t have.

“Are you okay?”

Evelyn looked at him with a concerned expression.

Why was he so startled?

It was almost as if he had been forced to do something he didn’t want.

As if someone were teasing or mocking him.

As if he were looking at someone he had known for a long time and had spent hours chatting with.

“Have we met somewhere before?”

When she asked, the man had already disappeared without a trace.

“Huh?”

She was going to ask him about the familiarity she felt.

Evelyn stroked her chin with a serious expression, lost in thought.

"Was he someone you knew?"

"No, not exactly..."

It’s hard to put into words.

The man was definitely speaking formally to her, but… it felt like he was being informal at the same time.

His tone was filled with a distinct gallery-like atmosphere that couldn’t be hidden.

“Well, I can just ask him if we meet again.”

His dark hair and eyes.

In contrast, his pale white skin looked like it had never seen sunlight.

“It’s not something I’ll forget easily.”

Remembering the man’s face that kept lingering in her mind, Evelyn took a bite of tuna.

A rumor about the Head Moderator statue in Kellyerton.jpg

Heartwarming true story: Imagining the Head Moderator

Smiling: Updates on the world’s first Head Moderator statue

Title: Why the Head Moderator statue in Kellyerton is historically inaccurate...jpg

(A meme of someone clenching their fist while trying to say something)

Historical accuracy? Uh, I don’t know much about that.

Honestly, I think it’s fine since it’s cute...

What are you saying, you gallery weirdo...

This is why the Otherworld Destruction Gallery is great

Featured Post: They’re building a mage tower in Kellyerton lol

Author: zlGrandStormMage

(A picture of a mage tower completed up to the 5th floor)

They plan to raise it to the 10th floor in the first phase.

They’re also making an office and putting up portraits based on the Head Moderator statue.

Wow, that’s cool, the design is great!

ㄴ These days, even humans are talented in magic.

ㄴ If I had a mage tower like that, for real.

ㄴ zlGrandStormMage) ? It’s not mine.

ㄴ ?

ㄴ You built it, so if it’s not yours, then whose is it?

ㄴ zlGrandStormMage) It’s for the Head Moderator.

ㄴ ???

I don’t understand what any of this means.

ㄴ Never try to understand wizards.

ㄴ This is how they are when they get fixated on something.

Didn’t something like this happen before?

ㄴ A gallery user wanting to be the Archmage’s apprentice built a mage tower and invited them, lol.

ㄴ ?

ㄴ Why do you have to go that far to learn magic?

ㄴ Becoming an apprentice is seriously tough.

ㄴ Fact: Even back then, the mage tower was taken, but magic wasn’t taught.

“Hm, same as usual.”

Endless urban legends.

Nonsense piled on nonsense, distorted into truth.

Yeah, this is the gallery.

Looking at the gallery always put her mind at ease.

Do you believe in the Head Moderator?

Have you gallery users been reborn?

Join the Head Moderator fan club and open your eyes to gallery life!!

That was until she saw the cult nonsense rampant in the gallery itself.

“What the hell is this now.”

Season 3-level profanity-filled post.

I felt my mind drifting into chaos.