Otherworld Destruction Gallery

Title: Creepy… When you know the truth, this high-profile username will give you chills.jpg

Moon-Gwa-Yoo-Ryeong’s Secret ← This guy ㅇㅇ

You can spot this user with a nickname that makes no sense in almost any gallery (forum).

Even in game galleries, plant galleries, fried rice galleries, etc. – their appearances are widespread.

What’s even scarier is that they show up at random times, whether it’s early morning, late morning, or afternoon ㄷㄷ;

ㄴ Wait, isn’t that guy also known for being super active in our gallery too? Is it for real?

ㄴ It’s probably just a macro.

ㄴ ㄴ No no, it’s not a macro. If you check the comments, they respond to questions that a macro wouldn’t be able to answer.

ㄴ What? It wasn’t a bot? They respond within a second whenever I post a question.

ㄴ ??? Same in our gallery. Does this person not sleep?

ㄴ Fact: If you check their gallery log, there hasn’t been a single hour without new posts.

ㄴ Moon-gwi-yahhhhhh! (a scream)

ㄴ But seriously, what the hell is a fried rice gallery even for?

A chilling rumor circulated in one community.

There was a certain old nickname constantly wandering through every gallery, leaving no hour unaccounted for.

Sometimes, he even left comments in three different galleries simultaneously, at the same time.

User: Don’t you see? It’s just a group of four people taking turns on the same account.

Some speculated that multiple people were sharing one account, but that was not the case.

Because I was that “Moon-Gwa-Yoo-Ryeong’s Secret”.

“That just means I’m interested in a lot of topics.”

Of course, I knew.

I had a severe addiction to galleries.

The fact that I had three or four galleries open on dual monitors alone proved it.

How deeply was I into galleries?

Suddenly, sunlight came through the curtains.

“Ah, it’s about time to sleep.”

It was 5:50 a.m.—my designated sleeping hour.

Naturally, I didn’t stop scrolling through galleries just because it was bedtime.

I would sleep in 50-minute naps, repeating it five times, just to check if I’d missed any notable posts.

I knew I was in bad shape, but…

“This lifestyle isn’t so bad.”

I had enough money.

Not a lifetime’s worth, but enough that I didn’t feel like going job-hunting outside.

It wasn’t that I had any trauma about working.

It was just that my mammalian brain was overly developed in this direction.

“Dopamine! Instant pleasure! Gallery!”

But even I was starting to get a little bored of it.

Even though I was almost a gallery octopus, I began to feel like becoming a gallery moderator—a Head Moderator.

No real reason, just a sudden urge.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have craved the unpaid power to delete disturbing images, aka tactical nukes.

“Oh, I want to be a Head Moderator.”

I didn’t care what the gallery’s theme was.

Suddenly, a strong desire to become a Head Moderator took hold of me.

[Would you like to be appointed as the manager of the Otherworld Destruction Gallery?]

A strange message popped up on the site’s main page.

“…Otherworld Destruction Gallery? What’s that supposed to be?”

At first, I was startled, but then I didn’t care.

It’s probably just a gallery in name only, with no activity, so getting a taste of the Head Mod badge might be fun.

[Yes.]

With that thought, I clicked the accept button without hesitation.

Not knowing what kind of snowball effect it would set off.

[You have been appointed as the manager of the Otherworld Destruction Gallery.]

[Transfer will begin. 3…2…]

“Transfer? Is it April Fool’s Day alrea—ugh?”

Just as I was laughing it off as a community prank, an excruciating headache hit.

“!”

The pain was so bad I collapsed onto the ground.

Luckily, the headache didn’t last long.

When I got up, pressing a hand to the ground for balance, the scene before me was utterly unfamiliar.

Rough stone pavement, two-story wooden buildings like something out of a European travel destination.

It was as if I was looking at a medieval royal city street.

“No way, is this…?”

The phrase “Transfer will begin” came to mind.

Could this mean I really transferred?

But the place was a ruin.

There wasn’t a single person, just the remains of dilapidated structures everywhere.

Sitting dazed on the stone pavement in front of some shop, I soon caught something staring at me.

“A person… wait, it’s not a person?”

Two legs, two arms, and a head.

Of course, I thought it was a human, but it wasn’t.

“Groooh.”

Because humans don’t mutter that kind of sound.

“No way, a zombie?”

Yes, it was unmistakably a zombie.

*

Bang! Bang! Baang!

“Grahhh!”

The moment it started rushing at me like crazy, instinctively, I sprinted on all fours like a beast towards the basement storeroom of an inn.

Shutting the door felt like pure luck.

“Graahhh!”

Bang!

The zombie began pounding on the door roughly.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem strong enough to break down the thick storeroom door.

“What on earth is going on?”

I pushed a shelf in front of the entrance and crawled to the corner, sitting with my knees hugged in the darkness.

The sudden chaos was disorienting.

It was hard to keep my mind steady.

My head spun with heavy breaths.

On the verge of a panic attack, my whole body trembled as if I were claustrophobic.

At that moment!

[Please open the gallery and begin management.]

“Huh?”

A strange message appeared before my eyes.

*

Humans are creatures of habit.

Seeing one familiar thing amidst all the unfamiliarity brought me peace and calm.

Especially the text on this status screen.

[Head Mod]

Points Held – 0

[Head Mod’s Abilities]

Gallery Management

Locked

Locked

…

“Gallery…”

Becoming a gallery Head Moderator, even on the verge of death.

Isn’t this totally “lucky Head Mod”?

But this transfer wasn’t meant to kill me.

It was almost like salvation.

[Earn points by managing the gallery. Use these to unlock necessary items and abilities!]

“Huh?”

It felt like a progression system in a game.

In a daze, I clicked on “Open Gallery.”

-Head Mod is here!!!!!!!!!!!

-Yay, Head Mod is here! Yay! Yay! Yay!

-We finally have our own Head Mod!!!!!!!!

The gallery was going wild.

“What the… the posting speed is insane.”

What shocked me the most was the number of users.

Not hundreds or thousands, but more like the population of an entire continent.

Amid the overwhelming flood of posts, there were all kinds of bait posts too.

-Thank you, Head Mod, for coming here!.jpg

“Oh?”

I unknowingly clicked on a refreshing-looking post.

What appeared was not a beautiful elf, but a dwarf with daring exposure.

User comments:

Darn it!!!

If I get corrupted by demonic beasts, I’ll destroy you first.

How could you post such bait?

Are you a demon beast?

(User): Elf giving a thumbs-up.

Elf pretending to be a human pretending to be an average beastman.

“Oh.”

Is this the otherworld’s “tactical nuke”?

I couldn’t help but hover my hand over the user ban button in shock.

[Ban for 100 days]

[Reason: Please live decently.]

[You have gained 30 points!]

At the same time, a question occurred to me.

“Are there non-humans here?”

Of course, the gallery’s title clearly stated “Otherworld Destruction Gallery.”

After browsing some of the notable posts, I found that it included elves, dwarves, beastmen, and even goblins and wyverns.

Most notable posts were from elves uploading daring selfies.

“If notable posts are based on this, it’ll lack diversity, tsk tsk.”

I mumbled nonsense as I saved the images.

Then I noticed the points I had earned from banning that disturbing user.

[Use points to purchase various items and services.]

[New abilities have been unlocked!]

[Head Mod’s Abilities]

Gallery Management

Head Mod’s Marketplace (new!)

Head Mod’s Shop (new!)

“Oh?”

I unlocked two things at once.

Compelled, I entered the shop.

What greeted me was a list of categories and items, reminiscent of online shopping.

[Categories]

Food/Essentials/Weapons/Clothing…

[Category – Food]

[Tuna Can] – 1 point

[Vegetable Tuna Can] – 1 point

[Spicy Tuna Can] – 2 points

[Water 250ml] – 1 point

On a whim, I decided to buy about ten bottles of water.

[Payment completed! 30 → 20]

[Your items have been delivered.]

Thud!

In the corner of the storeroom appeared a box of bottled water.

“Wow… this is legendary.”

I opened a bottle and took a drink.

It was ice-cold and refreshing to the core!

As the cold water refreshed me, a thought struck.

‘What if I list this in the marketplace?’

[Welcome to the Head Mod’s Marketplace.]

[Here, you may list items in your possession at your desired price.]

[What would you like to list?]

“Let’s sell everything but two for spare.”

It was a little hard to part with the ten points, but considering I’d earned 30 for banning that bait poster, it wasn’t too bad.

*

Title: Beasts Came to Our Region Too

(Picture of a beast fallen into a well)

No water, so no questions.

User comments:

Poor thing.

Wish I could give it some water.

(User): Really? Please, just a little bit.

Haha; but I haven’t had any water for days either.

(User): Dammit…

*

On top of that, it seemed like most users had issues with water supply.

[Minimum price starts at 1 mana bead.]

[Mana beads are the basic currency of this world.]

[1 mana bead = 1,000 won]

“Should sell out within hours, right?”

On a hunch, I listed eight bottles of water.

[Sold Out]

They sold out instantly upon listing.

*

One day in the desolate and hopeless Otherworld Destruction Gallery.

A new system appeared out of nowhere.

[Head Mod’s Marketplace has opened.]

-??? What’s this?

-That name is really cheesy.

-Wait? They sell water here?

Naturally, it caught users’ attention, and when a few clicked on the marketplace, they found water.

Not muddy, contaminated water, but pure, clear water.

They were suspicious of the transparent material holding it, but desperate users purchased it in a trance.

-How is water this clear?

-The container’s sleek, flexible material is legendary.

-Thank you so much, thank you so much.

-Hey, let me try it too!!

Thus, an enormous phenomenon took hold in this ruined world.