Chapter 115
[Title: There Were Monsters]
(Meme of the underground world being lit up by searchlights)
There weren't.
- What the hell, is this the sun? lol
- Underground x, aboveground o
- (Praise it! Elf face emote)
ㄴ (Praise it! Elf body emote)
ㄴ (I shall cut down the elves with my own hands... warrior emote)
ㄴ (Praise it! Elf legs emote)
The searchlights were closer to beams than mere lighting.
No?
Try getting hit by one yourself and see if you change your mind.
The whole purpose of a searchlight was to concentrate light in one direction, after all.
“The sandworms are using their brains, at least?”
The sandworms that had crossed over in the lead literally vanished like dust and died.
Was that why?
The later arrivals crossed over with all their eyes closed, but...
- They're closing their eyes?
ㄴ Got it.
ㄴ [Searchlights x10]
ㄴ Kyaaaagh!
ㄴ What the hell are these bastards doing? lol
From the moment countless searchlights focused their light in one place, it was already pointless.
If you're stupid, your body suffers.
But if your body is overwhelmingly strong, your head doesn't need to suffer.
Even if they closed their eyes, blinding them was enough.
[Title: I'm a Convenience-Type Mage]
I learned for the first time today that light-type magic could be used as an offensive weapon.
(Meme of lighting created by an ordinary mage)
(Meme of beams shooting out from a searchlight)
What the hell is this?
Is this really that light-type magic that used to be looked down on as a one-trick lighting school?
It really makes my chest swell with pride...
- I'm a fire mage, and I'm seriously considering switching schools.
ㄴ The orthodox school is technically fire, though...
ㄴ Ah lol, you saw that and held back?
- So that's the final stage of light magic, huh?
ㄴ But damn, that really is fucking cool lol.
ㄴ What the hell is Head Mod that he can handle electricity, light, and heat too???
ㄴ Do you take the archmage for a joke?
Above all, I had distributed them free of charge for the rabbit beastfolk's survival.
But they had unexpectedly returned to me as a profit.
[Title: Rabbit Life Graduation...jpg]
(Meme of a rabbit beastfolk sitting arrogantly inside a dango)
Peace ₍ ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ ₎
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- Fuck, I'm so jealous...
- Holy shit lol, look at that arrogance.
- Are these really the rabbits who were eating dirt-covered carrots until yesterday?
- Note: if Head Mod intervenes, you get rich...
ㄴ Head Mod, please intervene in my life too...
A wave that required risking one's life to fight through had become an automatic hunting ground.
There was no need to leave the village and risk our lives.
Just click the searchlight.
With that one click, the monsters became former monsters, and mana dango began multiplying.
- I made 10,000 dango! Drop your account number! [50]
- Poor little idiots... This noona will give you some money! Hehe [31]
- Get on the Head Mod coin! Hehe// [56]
- Only Head Mod oppa look at this secretly...jpg [412]
As a result, the gallery's popular posts began overflowing with all sorts of lewd pictures and donation posts.
Moreover, marketplace sales had risen sharply, so it had ultimately returned to me as a profit.
Myoran: Head Mod, please accept this, myo.
Myoran: (Myoran offers ‘100,000 mana dango’ for barter!)
Head Mod*: ? What the hell, are you rich?
“Why are you giving this to me?”
The rabbit beastfolk's source of income was their fields.
They sold the crops produced in their fields on the gallery to obtain mana dango.
And now that they had finally gotten their hands on dango, why were they trying to give it all to me?
Myoran: This is 70% of the profit from this wave, myo.
Myoran: This money wouldn't exist if you hadn't helped us, Head Mod.
Myoran: We discussed it with everyone, so please accept it, myo.
Head Mod*: (Offer declined.)
Myoran: ! Why...
Head Mod*: ㄴㄴ Just keep it yourselves.
Head Mod*: I didn't give it to you expecting anything in return, so just keep browsing the gallery diligently.
Of course, I didn't need it.
I wasn't so short on dango that I needed to accept this much.
If that had been my intention from the beginning, I would have acted that way from the start.
It would benefit the gallery more if the rabbit beastfolk used this money to immerse themselves in browsing it.
Myoran: ...Understood.
Myoran: I'll tell the rabbit beastfolk as well.
Myoran: And for the time being, please don't come anywhere near our village, and keep your doors firmly locked while you stay inside, myo.
Head Mod*: ?
I found it strange that the reply I received was somehow a threat.
But I didn't go outside much anyway, so there was no need to worry about being kidnapped.
And this wasn't the time to worry about that.
[Level Up 9 → 10!]
[Level 10 Achievement Unlocked! A special reward will be issued.]
“Ooh...”
I was finally about to receive the level 10 achievement reward that had made me so curious.
The ‘special reward’ was just one step away.
“What on earth are you going to give me?”
That was the moment my anticipation swelled even further.
[1 empty slot has been created.]
[Please designate a target.]
“?”
Instead, a single incomprehensible message appeared all by itself.
*
[Title: The World Is Screwed Too lol]
Someone that irresponsible had been given the power to control the world?
Then they should rein him in instead of happily sucking up to him lol.
When he took down the marketplace all at once last time, they cowered and groveled instead of banding together to protest.
Get your heads straight, even now.
Stop sucking up to Head Mod, who isn't even a god, and start believing in the real god and strengthening your faith.
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- 1 point
- -seong-
- Haven't these guys been normalized? They're still baiting with this low-grade garbage lol.
ㄴ That's all they know how to do lol.
“...You rotten bastards!”
-Bang!
The Pope slammed his fist down on the desk.
The already gloomy atmosphere inside the meeting hall grew even more depressing.
He had tried writing a post to keep Head Mod in check, but there wasn't even a sign that it would work anymore.
The days of brilliant glory were now a thing of the past.
All that appeared in the mirror was the reflection of his own aged and sickened figure within the declining cathedral.
“Calm down, Your Holiness.”
“There must surely be another way left.”
“What way?”
The Pope turned his head and asked.
No one could properly answer him.
The days when the cathedral was absolute were long gone.
It was now a meaningless organization without power or honor, one that could disappear at any moment.
That was the image of the cathedral as it currently stood.
“It's all because of that Colin bastard.”
Someone spoke up quietly then.
Colin was the cathedral knight who had refused orders during the violent suppression and sided with the people.
The cathedral was currently divided into two factions.
The Pope's faction and the faction centered around the cathedral knights.
“If we just stand by and watch, the power will eventually be completely transferred.”
“It's already happening, so what do you propose we do?”
The transfer of power was only a matter of time.
The problem was that there was absolutely no way to stop it.
Even now, reforms were taking place within the cathedral.
Voluntary offerings, a ban on private armies for high-ranking clergy, and even a flood of donations.
“That man is ruining everything.”
Colin, the cathedral knight, was the problem.
“We must kill him.”
If so, the solution was simple.
They would assassinate him according to their age-old tradition.
But the Pope glared at them and shouted at the proposed solution.
“Fools, how?!”
If Colin died, it would be obvious to everyone that the Pope's faction had assassinated him.
Could they really pretend not to know, as they had in the old days?
The atmosphere was no longer like that.
If they actually did so, the Pope's head might end up hanging from a guillotine, just like the archbishop's.
But the bishop who had proposed the idea did not hesitate despite the Pope's outburst.
“We put forward a hero.”
No—instead, he was smiling faintly.
They could create a plausible justification.
A hero, as the cathedral's representative, was the embodiment of justice and an enforcer whose every act carried legitimacy.
In a word, the hero was the cathedral's cheat code.
“A hero?”
“But that...”
Yet everyone reacted sourly to those words.
The reason was simple: no hero had been designated for hundreds of years.
The way to prove someone was a hero was with the holy sword.
If a bright light appeared when someone grasped the holy sword, that person was the hero.
However, even during the Great War, no hero had appeared.
“The holy sword exists, but wasn't it transferred to Head Mod?”
Moreover, the holy sword had already been handed over to Head Mod by Frederick.
Forget about the hero—how were they supposed to reclaim the holy sword?
“The holy sword hasn't emitted light for hundreds of years.”
“Then?”
“How about putting forward a completely fake hero?”
They could imbue an ordinary sword with magic and make it shine, creating a fake holy sword.
Then they would fabricate a fake hero and regain the cathedral's legitimacy and justification.
If they did that, killing Colin and the cathedral knights, who were thorns in their side, would not be difficult either.
“But Head Mod demonstrated the holy sword's light before!”
The problem was that Head Mod had proven that the sword could emit light.
“You needn't worry about that.”
But the bishop stated it with certainty.
“Head Mod cannot possibly be the hero.”
The holy sword shone and proved the hero's identity.
In truth, that story was treated as half-legend.
A hero was never someone just anyone could become in the first place.
“How could someone that frivolous be a hero? He must have used some trick.”
If by any chance—
Even if the sword really had emitted light, it wouldn't matter.
“We can announce that the holy sword given to Head Mod was fake, and that the real one is somewhere else.”
To the cathedral, heroes and holy swords were merely tools to be used; the truth was irrelevant.
As long as they could regain their power, even through a lie, that was enough.
“It's a dangerous plan.”
“But we have no choice left.”
At the bishop's words, the Pope fell silent in the meeting hall.
Honestly, there was nothing to deliberate.
The holy sword hadn't emitted light for hundreds of years.
Would they simply watch themselves sink because they were afraid?
Or would they put forward a fake hero and reclaim the cathedral's power?
“Very well. Put it into action.”
“As Your Holiness commands.”
“But it must succeed.”
At the Pope's serious voice, everyone, including the bishop who had proposed the idea, bowed their heads.
If they succeeded, Head Mod would be the next target.
*
“Ah.”
It was while I was immersed in browsing the gallery.
I suddenly remembered the holy sword.
“Right, I left the holy sword behind.”
I remembered that I'd forgotten it while escaping from the sub-mod Gotjukheup's ruined castle.
No wonder the inside of the bunker had been dark.
-Vmmm
At that moment, the famed sword came closer.
“What? You say that having it gone is actually more convenient?”
-Vmmm
“You say it would be bad for my eyes because it only emits light pointlessly?”
The dwarf's famed sword had been forced to deal with the holy sword's leftovers for a long time.
Perhaps all that pent-up resentment had finally burst out.
The moment the holy sword was mentioned, it appeared like a ghost and began vehemently refusing to retrieve it.
“Still, it's inconvenient without the holy sword.”
What kind of sword was the holy sword, anyway?
It emitted a radiance from even the slightest touch—a truly perfect eco-friendly light.
It didn't even cost anything in electricity.
It felt a little regrettable to leave behind the holy sword, which played such an important role in my life in the bunker.
“Should I ask for it back?”
But I couldn't easily bring it up, because what I happened to have with me right now was Gotjukheup.
Being confined by a beautiful girl with a ruined, obsessive fixation was enough after experiencing it once.
I was in the middle of wondering what to do.
[Title: A Hero Has Appeared at the Cathedral (For Real).jpg]
“Wha?”
A popular post appeared that I couldn't help but click.