Chapter 91
“Graaaar.”
The super-duper-strong dragon roared.
The dragon was so freaking strong that it was the strongest of all living creatures.
“Aaaah, shit, run!”
Humans were no match for it.
And so the Kingdom of Kelliarton, home to the Vermilion Mage Tower, was blown to smithereens.
The End.
- Fuck, no!!!
- ? A dragon?
Kelliarton hasn't even made it through its first year, you moron!!
A dragon had appeared.
A real dragon, one that had only ever been mentioned in legends.
The mysterious, reddish dragon had spread wings large enough to cover the plaza.
“So it's not just some fairy-tale creature. They really exist.”
A chilling possibility flashed through my mind.
Could it possibly be a type of monster?
If it was some mutated monster that had emerged from a rift, Kelliarton was facing immediate service termination.
But fortunately, I learned from a featured post that dragons weren't monsters.
[Featured Post: FuckFuckFuckFuck]
Author: GodlikeStormMage
(Picture of a dragon sitting atop the mage tower and looking down)
I don't know why it had to be the Vermilion Mage Tower...
The dragon lord told me to convey this in her stead, so I'm writing it down.
O blue administrator who did not believe me.
Did you ask me to prove my existence?
I have proved it, so now it is your turn.
Come out and honor your promise to duel me.
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- Holy shit, its pupils are bigger than a person's
- The dragon even puts a period at the end of a Gallery sentence. Its form is insane ㄷㄷ
ㄴ Proper and beautiful speech truly befits the Dragon Emperor ㄷㄷ;
- So what the hell is it saying?
ㄴ It's saying, “Come fight me in real life, you bitch.”
ㄴ ??? Fuck, then come fight me, you bastard
ㄴ That is what it means.
ㄴ Ah-ha~ Thank you~
ㄴ Looks like the sub-mod thought it was a troll and picked a fight?
But it was a problem in another sense.
Duel me and prove it.
In other words, it was pissed off and telling someone to come out and fight it in real life.
And, of all people, the one who had caused this was a sub-mod.
“Oh, this is bad.”
The problem was that whoever went out among the sub-mods would be in serious trouble.
If Vampire to the Bitter End went out, Kelliarton, which was supposed to be used as the dueling arena, would become Kelli/arton.
But if Full-HP Elf went out, he'd become Low-HP Elf and be found as a cold corpse.
In the worst case, the dragon might even hold me responsible for it.
[Administrator Chat]
Head Mod*: What is happening??
Head Mod*: Who picked a fight with that dragon?
Before things got any worse, I left a message in the sub-mods' chat room.
“Not me.”
“Ah.”
Vampire to the Bitter End, who was pressed right up against me, immediately shook his head.
Come to think of it, ever since he started staying with me, Vampire to the Bitter End had been more interested in me than in the Gallery.
So it obviously wasn't him.
Then that only left Full-HP Elf, didn't it?
Head Mod*: Full-HP, buddy... what is going on...
Full-HP Elf: I- I...
Full-HP Elf: The crazy dragon started it first, yeah!
And ominous predictions never fail to come true.
It all began around the time rumors that sub-mods were getting paid were circulating throughout the Gallery.
- Fuck, make me a sub-mod too!
- Give me free Honey Butter Chips too!
The sub-mod craze had been especially intense back then.
Everyone had applied, wanting to become a sub-mod.
- 4023, Museong, Dragon, I don't know much about the Gallery, but I'll work hard for dozens of centuries
The dragon had been mixed in among them.
“No, that wasn't bait.”
I remembered seeing it too.
I just thought it was the 451,243rd low-grade troll of the season.
So I ignored it and moved on whenever it appeared. But unlike me, Full-HP Elf couldn't let it go.
ㄴ Full-HP Elf) You can't even troll once, yeah.
ㄴ Mortal, what are you suddenly talking about?
ㄴ Full-HP Elf) Even if you're doing a gimmick, do it properly, yeah. If you keep going “dragon, dragon” in every featured post, I'll ban you, yeah.
It wasn't just once or twice; the dragon talk had become constant.
Full-HP Elf had personally stepped forward and threatened to ban it.
ㄴ ?
ㄴ I truly am a dragon.
Naturally, the Gallery user who really was a dragon felt wronged.
But she hadn't lived for thousands of years for nothing.
The dragon didn't immediately lose her temper and lash back.
ㄴ Blue administrator, dragons do exist.
ㄴ Of course, I understand that it's difficult to believe.
ㄴ I have not spoken a single falsehood, so would you not believe me?
She calmly and patiently explained the possibility of a misunderstanding to Full-HP Elf.
Apparently, she thought that speaking with such sincerity would make the sub-mod clear up the misunderstanding and acknowledge her.
But who was Full-HP Elf?
ㄴ Full-HP Elf) Lol, that's a one-point rating, yeah.
ㄴ Full-HP Elf) If you're a dragon, then I'm a god, yeah.
ㄴ Full-HP Elf) Eat shit, yeah, lol ㅗㅗ
ㄴ ???
[Banned for 10 days]
[Reason for ban – impersonating a dragon, endless over-the-top nonsense]
He was the sub-mod who fought with Gallery users every single day.
He mistook the dragon for a troll and banished her from the Gallery with a ten-day ban.
After hearing the whole story, I calmly left a message in the chat.
Head Mod*: Fuck, it's all your fault.
Full-HP Elf: Hiiing, yeah.
When she said the dragon had started it, I almost thought the dragon really was at fault.
In the end, the dragon couldn't stand it any longer and appeared at the Kelliarton Mage Tower.
She began protesting, demanding that the sub-mod come out.
“She got triggered.”
“Huh?”
“They normally just sleep in their lairs. She must've been really triggered.”
She had been provoked badly enough to draw out a dragon that was nearly impossible to see in person.
Watching Vampire to the Bitter End speak with such wonder, I realized how serious the situation was.
In fact, Kelliarton was on the verge of being destroyed even as we spoke.
(Picture of the dragon roaring)
(Picture of windows shattering from the impact)
- Aaaah, fuck, save me!
- (Afraid! Not impressive! emote)
- (Hug me! emote)
ㄴ (I'll hug you, monster emote)
- Damn you, sub-mod!
- Crazy sub-mod, come out and fix this!!!
“Tsk, this doesn't seem like a problem I can solve...”
A tranquilizer gun probably wouldn't do shit against a flying dragon.
And I couldn't use weapons when she was genuinely the victim here.
I had no idea how to calm her down, but I started working on damage control anyway.
[Unbanned ‘What do you mean, make a nickname?’]
“Man, what a nickname.”
I decided to find the dragon Gallery user and talk to her first.
Head Mod*: Hey, let's calm down and talk for a bit.
I approached cautiously.
Of course, I wasn't expecting communication to go smoothly right away.
Why else would she have descended all the way to a human city because she couldn't contain her anger?
There was no guarantee the worst-case scenario wouldn't happen.
I had even considered asking Vampire to the Bitter End for help if things went south...
- Administrator of the Gallery! I am truly delighted to meet you!
“Huh.”
This dragon was friendlier toward me than I had expected.
*
The dragon Gallery user called herself the Queen of Dragons.
Her name was Felisi Ebruine Dien.
Dragons apparently had no fixed gender and took on the gender of their first polymorph.
- Head Mod*) So which part is the surname, and which part is the given name?
ㄴ Hmm, is it difficult to call me, after all?
ㄴ Do not worry. I hear that your Gallery has a custom suited to this.
[‘What do you mean, make a nickname?’ → ‘DragonDragonI'llDie’]
DragonDragonI'llDie: Call me this.
“The naming sense is atrocious.”
Wouldn't WhatDoYouMeanMakeANickname have been better?
Anyway, dragons usually had a haughty image, but Felisi wasn't like that.
Or was she only like that with me?
DragonDragonI'llDie: I have read the works you wrote. Every one was a beautiful treasure.
DragonDragonI'llDie: Surely you must have risen to the ranks of great beings like us?
It seemed Felisi had read the fairy tales I'd released through the marketplace.
Perhaps that was why she listened to me so readily.
As if she had never caused a disturbance, she sat quietly in front of the mage tower with both feet tucked together.
Felisi seemed to regard me as a transcendent being similar to herself.
Head Mod*: Sorry, but I'm not any kind of great being.
Head Mod*: I'm just an ordinary civilian.
As always, I tried to correct the misunderstanding, but Felisi didn't believe me either.
DragonDragonI'llDie: What a witty jest!
DragonDragonI'llDie: The literature born of your intellect belongs to a distant future.
DragonDragonI'llDie: Moreover, the administrator of this incomprehensible Gallery is human?
DragonDragonI'llDie: So, Head Mod. When is Part 2 of Jean Valjean coming out?
If anything, she seemed to have taken an interest in the Gallery and had no intention of leaving.
She looked ready to settle down in Kelliarton.
“Ah, this is a headache...”
At least the real-life fight with the sub-mod was no longer an issue, but the fact remained that a dragon had appeared in Kelliarton.
There was no way to order a dragon around.
To put it bluntly, if she suddenly decided she was tired of everything and started flailing her limbs, Kelliarton would be blown apart.
Tuna Can Queen: ...ㅇ︿ㅇ
Head Mod*: Haha, sorry;;
Tuna Can Queen: Head Mod... save me...
It started with Tuna Can Queen, whom I had recommended to become the queen of Kelliarton.
- Please, make it stop... Everyone's going to die!
- I'm going crazy I'm going crazy I'm going crazy
- Head Mod, do something!!!
- Lol, I made eye contact with a dragon through my second-floor window
Even the Gallery users were tense at the dragon's appearance.
Everyone was waiting for my judgment.
After thinking it over, I opened my eyes, which had been closed.
“I've decided.”
Though I was a foolish, idiotic, gimmick-addicted elf sub-mod who had made a promise to fight a dragon in real life on his own.
If I bore even the slightest bit of responsibility for this, then I had to do something.
I boldly wrote a call-out notice aimed at the dragon occupying Kelliarton Plaza!
[Notice: Dragon, come on out]
Author: Head Mod*
(Picture of a cat looking down with a firm expression)
I wasn't going to say this, but you've gone too far
So I called you here to say one thing
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- Ohhh, is he finally going to say something?
- We believed in you, Head Mod!!!
- (Knight emote cheering with both fists clenched)
ㄴ DragonDragonI'llDie: Did you call for me?
ㄴ Gasp
ㄴ Eeeek
Felisi appeared amid everyone's cheers and fear.
I left a reply to the post.
ㄴ Head Mod*: Would you like to become a sub-mod too? Hehe
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ㄴ ?
ㄴ ??
ㄴ You fucking bastard
ㄴ This isn't it, fuck
ㄴ What the hell is this supposed to mean???
ㄴ You son of a bitch!!!!!
First, they couldn't be bound by race.
Second, they needed the strength to ban real-world trolls.
And finally, they had to have enough free time to stay in the Gallery.
“This is a perfect armband candidate!”
Felisi seemed suitable for the position of third sub-mod.
*
[Hmm?]
I dozed off for a moment.
When I opened my eyes again, my home had vanished without a trace.
- Kieeek
- Kiek!
After opening her eyes for the first time in several thousand years, the first thing she saw was not the warm sanctuary of her lair.
It was nothing but goblins who had bound her and drained her mana.
- Poke poke
[How absurd.]
As if they had lost their fear as well, the goblins poked Felisi with spears.
Felisi immediately killed all the monsters in the area, flew high into the sky, and surveyed the situation.
What she saw was a world reduced to ruins by the Great War.
[The world has perished.]
The brilliant civilization had disappeared, replaced by nothing but rubble and corpses.
And the only thing that appeared to welcome her was something even she had never heard of: Otherworld Destruction Gallery.
With no acquaintances left, and no other dragons either, it was only natural that Felisi would become absorbed in the Gallery.
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[Interesting.]
Countless posts went up every minute and every second.
Interesting posts that threw out all formality and honorifics.
Even for someone who had lived for ages, the Gallery was truly a cradle of pleasure.
Above all, there were the incredible foods available from the marketplace for pocket change.
[Just who is the owner of this Gallery?]
It gathered every living being facing destruction in one place and delivered unimaginable goods for a pittance.
Naturally, her curiosity about the Gallery's administrator, the Head Mod, began to rise sharply.
- Head Mod*) Would you like to become a sub-mod too?
[Hmm?]
Just then, the Gallery's supreme administrator offered her the position of a lower administrator.
[Hmm, is she inviting me to serve under her?]
Her pupils slit vertically, and interest glittered in her two brilliant, jewel-like eyes.
Felisi instantly shrank her enormous body down to human size.
“Yes, this is perfect timing, since I was getting bored.”
A sweet and bewitching voice.
Felisi, who had been the Queen of Dragons, chose for the first time to serve under someone.