Chapter 4
Title: Head Mod, Thanks!
(An image of a flag being planted after reclaiming the first wall)
We successfully killed every magical beast that had crawled into the fortress.
It was all thanks to the booze the Head Mod gave us.
We dwarves will never forget the Head Mod's help, and we swear to repay you for it.
You are one of our brothers now!
ㄴ ☆Head Mod) Whoa; you guys wiped them out completely;
ㄴ OP) Haha! They all came back to life like magic after one sip.
ㄴ OP) Speaking of which... do you have any more of that booze?
ㄴ ☆Head Mod) I'll try selling more once I have enough points lol
ㄴ ☆Head Mod) Ah, is food fine if I send it like this time?
ㄴ OP) Booze will do!
ㄴ ☆Head Mod) Okay, so I'll make booze the main thing, but what about something filling?
ㄴ OP) Booze will do!
ㄴ ☆Head Mod) ?
ㄴ OP) Booze will do!
The moment the booze hit them, the dwarves drove away every last one of those seemingly endless magical beasts.
Apparently, the dwarves who had been holed up inside the fortress came charging out with flushed faces, sending the magical beasts fleeing in terror.
“So dwarves get drunk easily, too.”
I had assumed that, since dwarves were usually portrayed as enjoying even extremely strong liquor, they might find it bland, but they got drunk far too easily.
That made me a little worried.
If they went onto the battlefield drunk, it could backfire and become the reason they lost.
Title: Dwarves, Come On In
Author: ☆Head Mod
I'm thinking of adding booze to the marketplace from now on, but isn't the alcohol content too high?
Being drunk during a war is dangerous, after all.
But the response to my post was completely different from what I expected.
ㄴ Worrying about the alcohol content for dwarves lol How cute.
ㄴ LOL, did the Head Mod really come from somewhere else?
ㄴ ☆Head Mod) Well, fighting a war drunk is bad, isn't it?
ㄴ That's true, but dwarves are the opposite. Their bodies only function properly when they have booze in them, yeah.
ㄴ The higher the alcohol content, the better, they say.
ㄴ Beer is good too, but it's been so long since we've been able to drink...
ㄴ Hmm, preferably something over 40%.
ㄴ Head Mod, can you sell liquor like that, too?
ㄴ ☆Head Mod) Yeah. There are plenty of drinks over 60%.
ㄴ !!!
ㄴ Sell it right now!!!
ㄴ ☆Head Mod) ㄴㄴ That might be a little difficult.
ㄴ Why, why! Why? Brother, what is the reason!
ㄴ You guys got red-faced after drinking draft beer;
ㄴ ...
ㄴ ....
ㄴ LOL, look how triggered these dwarf bastards are.
ㄴ Normally they'd be throwing a fit and threatening to kill you, but they can't do that to the Head Mod lol
“Wait, that counts as triggering them?”
The post fell silent for a moment.
I had only meant it out of concern, but I felt like I had touched some kind of dwarf taboo.
“Still, no one's saying much.”
Fortunately, there was no violent reaction.
ㄴ LOL~ You squat little bastards can't even drink anymore, can you?
ㄴ It's been so long since you could drink that you've become lightweights lol
ㄴ Dwarf = lightweight
ㄴ LOLLLLL
ㄴ Haha, you lot sure are entertaining. Say one more thing and I'll pickle you in booze.
ㄴ Gasp
ㄴ Holy shit
No, it wasn't merely a heated reaction.
Apparently, touching their pride in drinking was such a land mine that it made them feel murderous.
“Gasp.”
Suddenly, I wondered whether it might not be a magical beast that came through the storage-room door, but a dwarf.
I hurriedly brought out the strongest liquor I knew and listed it on the marketplace.
[Head Mod's Marketplace]
[A new item has arrived!]
[Absinthe 55] - 7 mana dumplings
*
The response to the liquor was better than I had expected.
-Absinthe? This is the real deal!!!
-I've never seen liquor like this anywhere. This is the first time I've ever encountered anything like it.
-Perfect liquor in perfect glasswork. Is this a masterpiece made by the gods?
The dwarves in particular seemed to have taken a liking to the absinthe.
As far as I knew, absinthe was a strong distilled liquor with the insane alcohol content of 55%.
-This is what you can call liquor!
“Do these guys' approval ratings rise exactly with the alcohol content?”
It was a little difficult for me to understand.
They were happily drinking alcohol strong enough for a science lab as if it were water.
And it wasn't just the dwarves.
Their fondness for liquor knew no racial boundaries.
The draft beer, aside from the absinthe, also drew plenty of interest from the other races.
-Whoa, what is this?
-The craftsmanship on this liquor is insane.
-I never thought I'd live to drink liquor of this quality.
-I was suffering so badly I wanted to die, but drinking this makes me feel comforted...
Maybe it was because the world was so hopeless.
[Item listed!]
[Sold out.]
By now, I had grown so used to seeing those two messages together that every item I listed sold out immediately.
-Head Mod, give us more booze...
-Booze... I want to drink booze!
-Drinking booze on a rainy day... suddenly makes me want to cry...
-Hah... I want to fly like a butterfly...
“Is this really okay?”
It felt as though the smell of alcohol was wafting through the entire gallery.
Putting aside the ever-changing emotions, I was beginning to feel that it was time to appoint a deputy mod.
But I couldn't just grab anyone and make them a deputy mod.
Just then, a post caught my eye.
Title: But Is This Really Okay?
Everyone lost their motivation the moment you started selling booze.
The most important thing for survival is the will to live. What are you going to do if they drink and then come out having given up?
The Head Mod seems to be acting far too thoughtlessly right now.
“Hmm, is that so?”
Even though I had been dropped into another world, the only part of the world I knew was this underground storage room.
Besides, as time passed, more and more opposition to the alcohol began appearing.
Title: Head Mod, Read This
I'm going to speak frankly: this is far too dangerous.
People aren't even willing to fight anymore. They're just lying around reminiscing about the past.
You can tell just by looking at the gallery, so stop selling alcohol and increase the amount of bottled water you sell.
That would be better for you, too.
ㄴ Who are you to tell the Head Mod what to do?
ㄴ OP) No, it is dangerous, yeah. Someone had to step up and offer advice, like me.
ㄴ ??
ㄴ Fuck, these kinds of guys are crawling out again.
ㄴ OP) No, I was only offering an opinion. It makes sense, too.
ㄴ Bullshit ㄴ You sold it so dwarves could drink and survive in the first place, so it's the buyers' freedom. Who are you to lecture people?
ㄴ The fact that you put a period at the end of every sentence is disgusting to begin with.
ㄴ Agreed. You don't seem like an Otherworld Gallery user.
ㄴ You're a magical-beast spy, aren't you?
ㄴ OP) ????
Title: The Elves Are in Total Chaos Right Now, I Tell You
The old elf elders are banning alcohol purchases by law in the name of tradition, I tell you.
They're already dragging in some elves who bought booze and lecturing them. It pisses me off, I tell you;
They enjoyed everything they could when they were young and the world was peaceful, and now they're throwing a fit. Seriously.
ㄴ LOL, this guy's mask is starting to crack.
ㄴ The fact is, elf society is getting healthier.
ㄴ LOL, elf-on-elf.
ㄴ Serves you right~
ㄴ Elf~ nice~
The elves were the loudest of all when it came to this alcohol sale.
A generation gap was opening up between the young elves—in other words, elves under two hundred years old—and the older elves.
“You both just seem like old people to me.”
Of course, by my standards—my head isn't even dry from baptism compared with the elves—they all seem the same.
The issue of alcohol seemed to be growing heated, and eventually it finally exploded.
Title: Announcement from the Elven Council of Elders, I Say
Our Elven Council of Elders has determined that the Head Mod's current conduct is improper, I say.
The alcohol spread by the Head Mod is marring elven society and causing social disorder, I say.
Therefore, if the Head Mod is reading this, I warn you to stop immediately, I say.
I hope the Head Mod makes a wise decision, I say.
ㄴ Ah, fuck. These elf boomers are embarrassing ㅡㅡ
ㄴ Young elf, know shame and join us, I say.
ㄴ Fuck off. This is why you keep isolating yourselves from the continent ㅇㅗㅇ
ㄴ ㄷㄷ Boomers versus boomers: the Elf War
ㄴ I'm still young, so don't compare me, I say.
ㄴ Don't you people ever get tired of this?
ㄴ You've been meddling in other races' affairs since before the Great War.
“What is this?”
I was so dumbfounded that my mouth fell open.
It had been a long time since I had seen a gallery user who didn't merely use the gallery normally, but tried to seize it and control everyone in it.
Hah, do they think I'll cower just because they threaten me?
“...I'm kind of scared, though?”
Of course, it was a little scary, but this was simply what the position of Head Mod in a gallery was like.
If you could be shaken by someone trying to manipulate you, you weren't fit to be Head Mod.
Besides, what kind of place was the gallery?
In a place where sudden outbursts, curses, and threats flew around every day, a polite warning was nothing.
I made up my mind and wrote a post.
Title: LOL, What a Joke
Author:☆Head Mod
Play judge and play politics within your own society. Did you come to the gallery just to stir up trouble?
Delete the post and leave before I ban every one of you for 999 days.
ㄴ The Head Mod handles the big stuff, as expected.
ㄴ The orange one not backing down is impressive all over again!
ㄴ This is it!!
ㄴ I was pissed off by the elves running wild, but now that's some ice-cold bottled water!
Most of the gallery was on my side.
Yeah, yeah, praise me more.
I was smiling victoriously and just about to put an end to the whole affair when—
ㄴ But is the Head Mod going to be okay? They have the ability to track people's locations, you know.
“What?”
ㄴ The elves are famous for using that ability to find and assassinate political enemies;
“W-what?”
I quickly deleted the post and wrote a new one in the announcement section for everyone to see.
Title: Sorry, Elven Elders
I won't act uppity again hehe;
As you said, alcohol really is dangerous after all.
I will completely prohibit alcohol sales in the marketplace from now on.
It was embarrassing, but I couldn't exactly die over it.
The moment I wrote a long apology post, the response was, as expected, absolutely fantastic.
ㄴ Ah, fuck?
ㄴ As expected, the Head Mod's an idiot...
ㄴ The orange one backing down so quickly is impressive all over again...
ㄴ Wait, does that mean I can't drink booze anymore?
ㄴ That's not right!!!
ㄴ Good choice, I say~
ㄴ We'll be watching you from now on, I say~
ㄴ ☆Head Mod ) Loyal, loyal.
“It's not that I chickened out. Alcohol really isn't good for your health.”
I really hadn't canceled it because I was scared.
*
“Hehe, I like this, Head Mod.”
She was dressed in luxurious silk clothing.
Mersen, with long black hair and jewel-bright, sea-colored eyes, smiled faintly.
The most influential elf on the Elven Council, she was someone even the Elven Queen couldn't treat carelessly.
And Mersen was the one who had imposed the sanction on the Head Mod this time.
“This is what a proper elven society should be, isn't it? Alcohol? Absurd.”
Apparently, the Elven Queen had shown her displeasure over it...
“What can someone whose head isn't even dry from baptism do?”
She had never had any intention of listening to the words of an Elven Queen who was barely two hundred years old.
Still drunk on the joy of victory, she was just about to drink the beautiful bottled water called Samdi-su instead of something as impure as alcohol when—
-If you want to kill the Elven Council for imposing forced prohibition, hit recommend lol
“Pffft!”
She spotted a post that displeased her.
“U-upvote? How vulgar. A post like this...”
Mersen's brow furrowed, and she was just about to have the post deleted with a lofty threat when—
Another post went up.
Title: I'm a Dwarf
I swear on my honor that I will kill you.
“Hmph. What could one dwarf possibly do...”
Title: I'm a Dwarf Too
I don't care about magical beasts.
Pointy-eared bitch, I'll pickle you myself.
Wow, it's been a while since the dwarf bros were this pissed.
-The elves' current state is hilarious lol
-All they can do is sow division and meddle in other people's internal affairs. Seriously, is there anything else they can do??
-After exterminating the magical beasts, we'll go exterminate the elves.
Elves = elves who know how to talk
“W-what is all this!”
The reaction from the gallery, which had been forcibly placed under prohibition, was ominous.
In particular, the murderous hostility between humans and dwarves made Mersen spit out her water.