Chapter 12
[‘WholesomeDemure’ has requested a barter.]
[Trade item: Succubus horn]
“What.”
I took a closer look at the image.
It definitely looked like the four horns I'd seen in WholesomeDemure's selfie.
Head Mod☆: Wait, are those really your horns?
WholesomeDemure: (A verification shot showing the marks where the horns were cut off)
(A shot of her looking up with teary eyes)
ㅠ3ㅠ
It still feels numb...
Head Mod☆: Is it okay to cut off something like this?
WholesomeDemure: It's okay. They grow back if I eat well.
Anyway! It'll help you, Head Mod.
[Would you like to trade?]
“Hmm...”
After possessing a body in another world, I found myself facing the dilemma of a lifetime.
I'd traded for furniture like beds and lamps before, but it was only right not to accept suspicious items like this.
But by the time I came to my senses, delivery had already been completed.
“Wow, it really is a horn.”
How does this even grow out of someone's head?
As I stared intently at the horn, which was about the size of my index finger, the system suddenly appraised it.
[Lillian's Horn]
The horn of the only virgin among the succubi, a special succubus.
It contains the special mana of Lillian, who preferred hiding to stepping forward like the others.
Effect: The user's location cannot be pinpointed within the casting area.
“Gasp.”
And the effect happened to have exactly the function I needed.
It could nullify the location tracking that the otherworld trolls kept threatening to use.
Head Mod☆:LikableUserDryer!LikableUserDryer!LikableUserDryer!LikableUserDryer!LikableUserDryer!LikableUserDryer!
WholesomeDemure: ?! D-Do you like it that much?
Head Mod☆: I believe in you, Sexman...
WholesomeDemure: I'm grateful, but... I'd like you to call me by my proper name...
“No, why would you give me something this valuable...”
But I couldn't understand why the likable user who always posted lewd pics and fled had given me a gift like this.
It wasn't as if I remembered doing anything particularly kind for her.
Head Mod☆: But why are you helping me?
WholesomeDemure: Um... Head Mod. Do you know why I upload lewd pics every time even though I hate doing it?
“Gasp.”
The sudden ambush of a question left me speechless.
Everyone in the gallery was curious, but no one had bothered to ask why.
And now she was saying it so bluntly.
Head Mod☆: I'm of the opinion that tastes are diverse and should be respected, yeah.
WholesomeDemure: ^ㅡ^; It's not a preference.
It's a matter of survival.
Pleasure is our staple, but when the world was ruined, the things we could use as a staple became scarce...
Head Mod☆: Uh.
Succubi made pleasure their staple.
Things like alcohol, gambling, drugs, and cigarettes.
But the world was ruined, and everything disappeared.
The only option left was to post lewd pics in the gallery and use the desire generated by viewing them as our staple.
WholesomeDemure: But thanks to you, Head Mod, I haven't needed to do that lately.
Head Mod☆: ? Ah, don't tell me.
It was only then that I realized.
Why WholesomeDemure's lewd-picture posts, which used to start each day, had been growing less frequent.
Head Mod☆: ...Don't tell me it was because I was selling alcohol?
WholesomeDemure: ^^ That's right. I'm always grateful.
“Ah! Horn! Damn it!”
Head Mod☆: The reason you haven't been posting lewd pics!!! Was it all because of me!!!
WholesomeDemure: ...^^;
Head Mod☆: Can I have the horns back?
WholesomeDemure: >< Just kidding.
Head Mod☆: I'm not kidding. I'm serious.
WholesomeDemure: ?
Anyway, Lillian's horn was god, and I was invincible.
After hearing WholesomeDemure's story, I began to think the alcohol prohibition was right, but...
“That’s that, and this is this.”
Trolls trying to take over the gallery had to be driven out.
Title: It's Me, I Just Updated the Marketplace
I took the first step toward purging the trolls.
*
Title: Wow, What Are These Chicken Feet?
(A photo of deliciously red chicken feet)
No, the texture on this is insane.
It's spicy to start with. But how do I put it? It's deliciously spicy;
The chewy texture is amazing, too. I just keep putting them in my mouth, wondering how this is even possible.
You can make a dish like this with chicken feet?
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- I find this skewer thing fascinating. Who knew simply grilling it over a fire could make it this delicious?
ㄴ Try grilling it with dried filefish. This is the GOAT.
ㄴ (A shot of dried filefish grilled golden-brown)
ㄴ Author) Wow, that looks fucking delicious;
- Whenever the Adrian Empire screws up, Head Mod is always an absolute god;;
ㄴ Head Mod is so damn lovable.
ㄴ For real, I want to plant a kiss on him;
ㄴ Head Mod☆) No, no;
Title: Finally Bought It!!!!!
(A shot of crispy fried chicken)
(A dynamic shot of someone tearing into chicken like a maniac)
I was always too late for your marketplace and couldn't get any,
But I finally bought some, fuck, I'm so damn happy!!!!!
My dad came over asking why I was acting so crazy, but after one bite of chicken, he became exactly the same as me lol
Ah lol, I fucking love you, Head Mod.
Get over here~ Smooch~~
- LOL, were you the guy who always went “Ah! Fu!ck!”? LOL
- I've always wondered, what the hell did Head Mod do to deserve this?
ㄴ Even when I treat them well, I still get sexually harassed lol
ㄴ Author) Yep~ I fucking love Head Mod~ Head Mod is god~
ㄴ For real, I've been starving for days, and every time I see Head Mod's marketplace, I fucking love him;;
ㄴ This is seriously making me want to get married;
ㄴ Head Mod☆) No no no no;
Featured) But... but something feels off;
(A shot of well-grilled dried filefish)
(A shot of golden-brown fried chicken)
(A shot of a three-skewer set)
This is truly the perfect drinking spread, yeah.
I have no complaints, but something... something's missing.
Ah... it'd be perfect if only there were alcohol...
I seriously can't get this thought out of my head;
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ㄴ For real; I'm craving a drink, ah...
ㄴ Damn, no, Crown Prince bro!!!
ㄴ No matter how much I dig, he's a JOAT through and through.
ㄴ But why is there still plenty of stock left in the marketplace?
ㄴ None of us dwarves bought any.
ㄴ ?
ㄴ Isn't all of that drinking food? How can you eat it without alcohol?
ㄴ So you don't drink alcohol? Are you really dwarves?
ㄴ I guess we'll eat and drink to our hearts' content once the war is over.
ㄴ What?
ㄴ Wait.
“This... this damn Head Mod!”
“Y-Your Highness, please calm down.”
“How can I calm down after seeing this situation!”
“Hmm...”
It had only been a week since the alcohol prohibition spread.
When signs of rebellion and the threat of war appeared, Frederick summoned Duke Isaac.
Backed by overwhelming military strength, the rebellion was suppressed at the outset, and other countries could not easily intervene.
As always, he had suppressed discontent with force.
But now even that had become impossible.
“How dare he try to humiliate me with such a trick!”
He had flooded the marketplace with foods that made people crave alcohol.
Unlike his people, who lived only for alcohol, Frederick had lived in abundance all his life and immediately recognized what those foods were for.
“Head Mod, do you not value your life?”
I had clearly sent him a warning beforehand, and yet he had pulled this cheap trick.
At that moment, Count Abel, one of the nobles who followed him and the man in charge of defending the capital, hurried in.
“Y-Your Highness. We have a serious problem!”
“...What is it?”
“We have word that an armed dwarf army is circling the capital walls!”
“What?!”
Never drinking alcohol for the rest of your life vs. dying tomorrow.
The latter won by a landslide among the dwarves.
They took alcohol seriously, unlike the other races, who only talked about going to war.
“...Those alcohol-crazed dwarves!”
“That’s not all. The atmosphere inside the imperial palace is ominous as well. If this continues, the signs of rebellion we suppressed may rise again.”
“Phew.”
Frederick's brow furrowed deeply.
“So that's how you're going to play it, you damn Head Mod?”
In the end, Frederick let out a deep sigh and wrote a post in the gallery.
Title: Head Mod, Listen Up
Author: Frederick
I can feel that many of my people are suffering because of this sudden policy.
I am not unaware of your sly actions, but I will accept this for now.
Release 10,000 alcoholic drinks into the marketplace and satisfy the people of Adrian.
“Don't worry, Your Highness.”
“I know. I'll pretend to yield for now, then capture Head Mod and lock him up.”
Head Mod's very existence was a weapon.
The race that took him into its fold would come to rule the world.
But if he couldn't understand reason, they could simply seize him by force and lock him away.
It was then, while he was fiddling with the location-tracking magic tool in his hand.
Title: It's Me
Why is a troll giving orders? LOL
You just need one hit from my left hand to send you to the afterlife, and one from my right to put you to sleep, lol.
Ugh, I might just smack you LOL
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ㄴ LOLLLLL, this guy's a legend
ㄴ As expected, bold opinions get orange.
ㄴ I can breathe again~~
ㄴ LOLLLLL, what a legend
Crack.
“Duke Isaac.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Isaac, who had been hurriedly leaving a downvote beside him, looked up and met his gaze.
And Frederick was casting the location-tracking magic tool.
“N-No, Your Highness! It's the Empire's only magic tool. Please be more careful...!”
“I must capture Head Mod myself.”
Flash!
The magic tool shattered, and the system appeared.
[Using location tracking.]
[Location tracking failed.]
“What?”
But that was never going to happen.
Head Mod never acted cocky when he was at a disadvantage.
Head Mod was the very embodiment of a bully to the weak and a coward to the strong!
A new Featured post appeared before the completely stunned Frederick.
Featured) LOL, you Crown Prince troll, did you use the magic tool?
(A dumpling character meme with its mouth agape)
The Imperial magic tool, yum LOL
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ㄴ What? He actually used it in the end?
ㄴ This... is the Imperial Crown Prince?
ㄴ There isn't a bigger coward than this coward;
ㄴ Crown Prince, man! Just step aside! I'll go govern the country properly, I'm telling you!
“Damn it!!! You Head Mod!!!!!”
Frederick finally exploded.
He shot to his feet in fury, not even noticing that a new reply had been added to the Featured post.
ㄴ VampireTillDeath★) Warning to Golden Man. Do not make any more pointless moves.
ㄴ .
ㄴ VampireTillDeath★) What are you doing now?
ㄴ (A dumpling meme being poked)
ㄴ Oh, I don't die even if I poke it.
ㄴ LOL, what is this guy doing at a time like this?
ㄴ I was testing a reply from the ghost-story sub-mod.
*
“Deploy troops throughout the gallery and outside it, and have them locate Head Mod.”
“Your Highness, no. The Empire is not in good shape. Even if we capture him, this will turn the entire continent against us.”
“I don't care! I will never forget the humiliation I suffered today!!”
This was the first time the Crown Prince had ever suffered such an insult.
Especially after the emperor's death, he hated being compared to mere commoners and the existence of the gallery, where commoners and lowborns criticized him.
At first, he had intended to use it.
But now, he no longer cared.
“Head Mod, I will definitely... Huh?”
He had not yet finished the rest of his sentence.
Suddenly, a post with zero recommendations appeared in Featured.
“This!”
Duke Isaac's eyes widened as far as they could.
It was the phenomenon he had only heard about in rumors.
A post with zero recommendations appearing in Featured!
The moment he clicked the post in confusion, it contained nothing but a single photo and a short sentence.
Featured) The Imperial Palace Scenery This Is Amazing
Author: VampireTillDeath★
(A shot taken from atop the imperial palace, with the palace spread out below)
This place is amazing
I'm thinking about moving here
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- Human screeeeeam!!!
- Elf screeeeeam!!!
- Dwarf ahem-ahem-ahem.
“...Duke Isaac.”
“...Yes.”
“...Let's pretend this never happened.”
Frederick, who had been trying to wield power like a madman, encountered true madness and backed down.
Meanwhile, in the storeroom of a restaurant somewhere in the Kelton Kingdom.
“What is this?”
[‘Frederick’ has requested a barter!]
[Trade item: ???]
A new barter request had come in.