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◈ I Unleashed a Gossip Gallery in Another World ◈
Chapter 14: International Moderator Conference
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The Second Gallery Supremacy War, which had begun over the dwarves’ control of technology, ended in victory for the Gossip Gallery after Dwigellium sparked a massive uprising in the volcanic region.
And the reactions to Ugrin, the new head mod of the Dwarf Workshop Gallery and one of the central figures behind that victory, went something like this.
[✪Wasn't that dwarf an Academy graduate last year???]
[✪Hello, lovable dwarf Ugrin hehe]
[✪If she's an idol born from the Gossip Gallery, upvote ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ]
[✪First time seeing a female dwarf, she's cute lol]
[✪But isn't she posting a nude verification? lol]
As the first historic figure to reveal her real identity on the Gossip Gallery, she became the gallery's idol in an instant, helped along by her cute appearance.
“Ahem.”
Still, no matter how famous she became, I had no intention of letting her off for breaking the Gossip Gallery's rules.
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[Notice: Dwarf Chieftain Ugrin Banned for 120 Hours]
Author: Gossip Gallery Eraser
There are no exceptions to the rules.
I said don't reveal your real identity on the Gossip Gallery, fuck!!!!!!!
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Since she had made a decisive contribution to this victory, though, I graciously reduced her permaban to a five-day ban instead.
Anonymous1: (Translation) Send a nude verification through a private post, just to me
ㄴAnonymous2: LOLLLLLLLLLL
Anonymous3: (Fact) If it had been a nude verification, she wouldn't have been banned yup
Anonymous4: Still, 120 hours is letting her off easy lol
Anonymous5: God, this anonymity fetishist bastard lol
Fortunately, the users who had started feeling an unwarranted sense of belonging to the Gossip Gallery reacted fairly mildly even to my hard-line stance.
That was a real relief, since I'd been slightly worried another riot might break out for no reason.
(Dwarf Chieftain Ugrin): Big Brother, pwease unban me....
ㄴGossip Gallery Eraser: Want a mod badge so you can unban yourself?
ㄴ(Dwarf Chieftain Ugrin): Nude verification is a little much hehe
ㄴ(Dwarf Chieftain Ugrin): See you in five days!
Ugrin had come to my anonymous Gallery Log, but she made a quick tactical retreat to avoid being appointed an Eraser and vanished without a trace.
‘She would've made a great head mod for the Other Races Gossip Gallery. What a shame....’
I'd been considering making her its next head mod because I thought highly of her abilities, so it was a little disappointing.
‘...Now I can finally rest for real, right?’
At any rate, it looked like the string of events that had set the Gossip Gallery ablaze was finally winding down.
[✪(Breaking) The Emperor declares a Moderator Conference lololol]
That was until a post containing a screenshot of a notice from the main gallery was uploaded to the Empire Village Gossip Gallery.
“What now?”
I frowned, wondering what scheme they were pulling this time. Then I read the notice and was left speechless.
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[Notice: I hereby declare the 1,096th International Moderator Conference.]
Author: Emperor
Moderator conferences have always been held in person, but given the urgency of the matter, I'll make an exception this time.
(An image has been attached.)
If you channel mana into the attached Magic Circle, you'll automatically enter a virtual reality conference room.
The representative head mods of every existing nation and group are to attend this conference without exception through that Magic Circle.
As this conference will be held in a virtual space that is easy for all to access, I will absolutely not forgive any absence in my capacity as Gallery Chairman.
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“They really are fucking idiots.”
Setting aside what urgent matter the Emperor was referring to, the notice itself was unbelievable.
‘What kind of gallery holds a moderator conference face-to-face?’
It wasn't as though galleries had never held offline meetups.
Back in the old days, it had even been normal for friendly gallery users with fixed handles to gather regularly.
But that was a story from an age of romance.
Calling this bizarre gathering, where head mods from all over met up to make rules as they pleased and form cliques, a moderator conference made my stomach twist.
‘A moderator conference should be held openly inside the gallery. Tch.’
At this point, even rumored mod group chats and secret management galleries looked downright angelic.
Mage Gallery Eraser: Looks like they used Gossip Gallery as a reference for that Magic Circle?
Mage Gallery Eraser: Judging by how sloppy the code is, they probably didn't reverse-engineer it. Looks like they worked a bunch of mages to the bone lol
ㄴGossip Gallery Eraser: Just leave them be lol
The Magic Circle they used to create their virtual conference room was apparently a watered-down copy of my Gossip Gallery Duel Magic Circle.
They hated the Gossip Gallery so much in public, yet quietly copied anything that looked useful. Their shamelessness was something else.
‘Isn't using such a shoddy copy inconvenient?’
Of course, to me, it was a pathetic product of horrific spaghetti code, so it didn't pose much of a threat.
Noble Lady Gallery Eraser: Come to think of it, aren't we holding a moderator conference?
ㄴGossip Gallery Eraser: Like hell we would, you fucking bitch.
ㄴNoble Lady Gallery Eraser: I wanna see you in real life, Big Brother ㅠㅠ
ㄴMage Gallery Eraser: Me too lol
ㄴSwordsman Gallery Eraser: Just say the word hehe. I'll grab my sword and rush right over
If anything, the Eraser slaves forming cliques among themselves through the mod call bell were more threatening.
‘Scary women.’
I might be the strongest in the gallery, but the moment I met them in real life, I'd be doomed to become a doormat who couldn't even beat a single ducal lady.
With that in mind, I'd never hold an offline meetup, even if it killed me.
“...Hm?”
I was just about to close the gallery for a while and finally take a break when an anonymous user pointed out something I'd never considered.
[Anonymous: Guys, isn't this a huge problem?]
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[Title: Guys, isn't this a huge problem?]
Author: Anonymous
I've attended a few times as a proxy, so I know this well. It isn't time for the International Moderator Conference yet.
If they're suddenly holding it now, there's only one possible reason.
They clearly intend to threaten the new dwarf head mod, who might as well have been born from the Gossip Gallery!
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I carefully read the post, checked the author's identity, confirmed its credibility, and quietly clenched my teeth.
(Author: Saintess of the Holy Church)
She normally acted innocent while posting weird shit on the Gossip Gallery, but this time, I had no choice but to believe her.
Anonymous1: Huff huff huff huff huff....
Anonymous2: Now that you mention it, you're right. Fuck.
Anonymous3: Save the Gossip Gallery idol ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
Anonymous4: But isn't she seriously screwed? She face-revealed, so she can't deny it now....
Anonymous5: Dwarf Workshop Gallery emergency!!!!!!!!
By then, the Gossip Gallery's users had begun catching on to the Emperor's intentions and worrying about Ugrin.
[A new notification has arrived!]
Then, in the middle of it all, I received a message.
(Dwarf Chieftain Ugrin): Um, Big Brother.
ㄴGossip Gallery Eraser: ?
Despite everyone worrying about her, Ugrin, who had reached out to me first through my Gallery Log, didn't leave another reply for a long while.
ㄴ(Dwarf Chieftain Ugrin): Just change the 120-hour ban back to a permaban according to the rules hehe
After some time, she finally left that oddly cheerful reply.
Gossip Gallery Eraser: Why all of a sudden?
ㄴ(Dwarf Chieftain Ugrin): I don't think I'll be able to use the gallery anymore hehe
ㄴ(Dwarf Chieftain Ugrin): It was fun while it lasted!
She disappeared after saying that, but it was enough for me to get a rough grasp of what was happening.
‘They're threatening her.’
The thread of reason I'd maintained for quite a long time after awakening the memories of my previous life snapped at that moment.
“Phew....”
For the third time, I took out the old parchment and pen hidden beneath my bed, brought up the notice the Emperor had written before my eyes, and quietly began copying the Magic Circle.
-Crackle...
One by one, I twisted that dreadful spaghetti code and modified it to my liking.
“Words aren't going to work.”
It was time to teach those bastards, who had forgotten even the most basic nature of a gallery, a lesson.
* * *
Meanwhile.
“Has everyone gathered?”
“Yes, it appears so.”
“Good. That's a relief.”
The 1,096th International Moderator Conference declared by the Emperor was being successfully held through a Virtual Reality Magic Circle announced as a Mage Tower development.
“...”
Yet among the representatives of countless races gathered in that cheerful space, one person could not smile.
‘Stay calm, okayyy? Stay calm...’
The small girl sitting alone, unable to blend into the atmosphere, was Ugrin, the new head mod of the Dwarf Workshop Gallery.
“Since the star of this conference has arrived.”
“...!”
“Why don't you introduce yourself before we begin?”
When the Emperor, serving as chairman, suddenly addressed her, she jumped to her feet in surprise.
“H-Hello, everyooone...!”
She waved at everyone in her usual cheerful manner and began smiling awkwardly.
“...”
But the instant the mood in the conference room turned cold, she hurriedly corrected her tone and continued her introduction.
“I am Chieftain Ugrin, newly appointed head mod of the Dwarf Workshop Gallery....”
After her greeting ended, a heavy silence fell.
-Tremble....
As cold stares flew toward her in the silent conference room, Ugrin, still standing there, shuddered and her complexion darkened.
“Yes, you've worked hard.”
“Y-Yes.”
Once the tension had fully set in, Emperor Rudric finally spoke with a gentle smile.
“I hear you publicly released the synthesis formula for Original Mithril, free for all to see?”
“...Pardon?”
“Hoho. What a remarkably talented young lady.”
Despite his gentle tone, what the Emperor said was difficult for Ugrin to understand.
“I-I wasn't the one who released it....”
“Hmm?”
“I-If you're referring to Dwigellium....”
Ugrin scratched her head, then cautiously began to speak.
“Watch your mouth, dwarf.”
“Eek.”
At that very moment, killing intent swept over her entire body despite this being virtual reality.
“Can’t you read the room?”
The enormous Dragon Lord occupying one side of the conference room was the source of that killing intent.
“Poor little dwarf, why did you post your face so carelessly on such a vile gallery...?”
“Tsk tsk. Even if you delete a post, the record remains forever.”
“A smart dwarf should have thought about the consequences, shouldn’t you? Hehe....”
Using that killing intent as a signal, representatives from across the continent began hurling cold words at Ugrin all at once.
“I-I'm sorry....”
The high-ranking races, whom she could barely bring herself to look in the eye, openly directed hostility at her one after another. Ugrin's face grew paler by the second.
“Ahem.”
“It was somewhat reckless.”
“I-I agree.”
Even the head mods seated some distance away from the Emperor had begun reading the room and joining in.
“Rest easy, Chieftain Ugrin.”
“...”
“You are still young. Mistakes can be made.”
The Emperor put an end to the prolonged criticism, gently consoling Ugrin as he resumed leading the conference.
“If we had not acknowledged you, we would have raised an army and sent an expedition to the volcanic region long ago. Hahaha!”
His words and actions still felt unsettling, almost more so because of his kind tone.
“Listen carefully to what I am about to say.”
A bead of cold sweat rolled down Ugrin's forehead as the Emperor finally got to the point.
“We intend to announce to the public that deadly toxins have been detected in Original Mithril.”
“...!?”
“If you, as the dwarves' chieftain, upload a notice, it would greatly help us warn them of those dangers.”
Ugrin raised her head with an incredulous expression at what he said.
“...And from now on, the dwarves will fulfill and supply each nation with its annual quota of Original Mithril.”
The moment the Emperor finished, she raised her voice, looking somewhat angry.
“T-That's asking far too much...!”
“Do not raise your voice carelessly.”
“Urgh....”
The Dragon Lord's oppressive Dragon Fear descended upon the conference room at once, and Ugrin shut her mouth before she could finish speaking.
“Do you not think we are already being quite generous?”
At that point, Emperor Rudric's expression gradually turned cold, revealing his true colors.
“If everyone gathered here sends troops to the volcanic region, can the dwarves, a minority race, withstand us?”
When he narrowed his eyes, Ugrin lowered her gaze, her eyebrows trembling, and spoke in a tiny voice.
“Dwigel.... No, I am willing to supply as much Original Mithril as you wish.”
But her voice gradually grew clearer.
“Then why won't you share it with the public?”
“...”
“Original Mithril will bring tremendous technological innovation. The world will surely become several times more livable than before....”
Ugrin mustered her courage and voiced her doubts, but once again, she could not finish what she wanted to say.
“That's precisely the problem.”
Emperor Rudric interrupted her with a chilling smile.
“It is not necessarily good for the world to develop.”
“Pardon?”
“Excessive innovation and development bring chaos to society and cause the power structure to be reorganized. You know this well, do you not?”
After hearing that, Ugrin could no longer hold herself back and raised her voice.
“What nonsense...!”
“...”
“Is that something the leader of the continent's strongest nation should say!”
But the Emperor only wore a contemptuous smile at her rebuke.
“Have you forgotten that we dragons are the masters of the volcanic region?”
“The elves will finally get some actual combat experience.”
“Young chieftain, can you heat your forges even in a volcanic region stripped of the spirits' blessing?”
The high-ranking race head mods seated nearby were saying everything he wanted to say for him.
“Hngh....”
Suddenly faced with demands that put her people's fate at stake, Ugrin lowered her head, tears gathering in her eyes.
“Well, we are not forcing you. Please decide at your leisure.”
The Emperor, who had been quietly watching her from the corner of his eye, now wore a kind expression again.
“If you have the courage to reject something unanimously decided by moderators from around the world on your own, that is.”
Of course, his actual words were nothing like that.
-Shudder....
Ugrin clenched both fists and trembled for a long while before finally opening her mouth weakly, her eyes devoid of light.
“I....”
The words that would leave her mouth had already been decided.
“Your agreement alone will make it unanimous.”
“Hehe. You'll get used to it.”
“If you say anything strange, it will become troublesome.”
Since the Grand Compromise System formed after the Hero's death, moderator conferences had always ended unanimously.
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“Everyone, I apologize, but...”
Just as Ugrin, tears streaming from her eyes, was about to give the answer everyone wanted, an unfamiliar and strange voice suddenly sounded behind her.
“I do not believe it is unanimous yet.”
“I oppose this agenda.”
“...Ah?”
“Hmm, is this how it works?”
A new figure appeared, gently placing an arm around the shoulders of Ugrin, who had been standing alone and trembling weakly.
“Who are you?”
The Emperor spotted the figure and tilted his head with a puzzled expression.
“Do you not know me, Your Majesty?”
“Forgive me, but I do not recall seeing you at any previous conference.”
For some reason, the unfamiliar visitor reflected in his eyes was obscured as though his entire body had been painted black.
“That is a little hurtful.”
Even his voice was laden with severe static, making it impossible to identify the visitor as anything but a man.
“How did an uninvited person enter this place?”
The Dragon Lord glared coldly at the mysterious being, then asked in an intimidating voice, unleashing immense killing intent.
“Uninvited?”
Though most of those present instinctively flinched, the unidentified man answered in a relaxed tone and stepped forward.
“I came because you said representatives from every gallery should gather.”
“...?”
“I could not dare refuse the command of His Most August Majesty the Emperor, so I attended in person.”
He took Ugrin's empty seat, leaned the chair back, and sat down.
-Thud....
The black silhouette placed both feet on the table, stared arrogantly at the Emperor across from him, and spoke.
“As the representative of the Gossip Gallery.”
Then, after a moment passed.
“What!?”
The Emperor sprang from the chairman's seat, staring at the man before him with an utterly shocked expression.
“Gossip Gallery representative, Gossip Gallery Eraser. Present.”
“W-What!”
“I will let my entry into this space, accessible only to gallery moderators, serve as proof.”
As the atmosphere rapidly became chaotic, the man calmly continued his introduction.
“Then, everyone....”
His voice suddenly turned icy.
“Why don't we finish the conversation you were having?”
Overwhelming killing intent, incomparable even to what the Dragon Lord had released earlier, radiated in every direction from the man's body.
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