Another World Gallery Became Popular

32 – 32 Episodes – Another World’s Pardeok

-Ah, I really want to do Yas.

-Have you tried?

-No.

-Yas… I want to try it..

-That was quick to agree lol

-lmfao

-You’re really going to correct that lol

-Anyone want to do Yas?

-Does this Yas exist? LOL

“I long to see the eyes of the elves…

Yes… I’m dying because I crave…

If it’s smaller than this, the baby and the husband will starve to death.”

These are common writings seen in the gallery.

But are they really marking their days as jobless, feeding their lurid desires to the end of the abyss, yet still unsatisfied, losing their minds?

Of course, that was not the case.

Extreme stress often brings lewd jokes to mind.

It was a popular saying in modern times.

Life was too hard. Too exhausting.

Lewd jokes were the endpoint for those pushed to the brink of mental collapse.

Saying, “I hunger for cravings,” is not a perverse desire, but a normal action that a properly grown adult can say.

It’s simply because they’re struggling.

Of course, the gallery’s giant conic, and Padic.

Plant druid. The Queen of Elan, Eris, posted pictures of plants instead of lewd jokes with dignity.

It was not a perverse desire to watch plants grow vigorously, but rather simply joy and appreciation for plants.

Pride, a sense of accomplishment, and even the mystery of nature could be felt!

While she politely alleviated her stress, those who stayed long in the gallery knew who she was.

Wasn’t she raising quite a lot of plants and frequently posting plant diaries?

Wasn’t she comforting and consoling the gallery users who shouted out their cravings a little too suspiciously?

So, she was called the grandmother of Elftil, but was this due to her inherent kindness?

No. Looking after and caring for others was also part of her stress relief.

Always wriggling to relieve stress….

Indeed. She was in a state of extreme stress.

“I’m afraid of the revolution…”

“What did you say… Your Highness?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Eris murmured to herself unknowingly while she was working.

What does it mean to be an elf queen?

It’s not someone with a special lineage or something.

Just an individual selected by the World Tree.

As the World Tree randomly sets the selection criteria, no one knows for sure.

Eris was once just a girl from an average family who enjoyed gardening and feeding chickens.

A girl who once led a simple life had become a queen.

Now she’s dealing with absurdly difficult work.

“….”

The white ones are… no, they’re papers. But what are the black ones?

It’s a job she should be becoming familiar with by now, but it’s still difficult, so Eris rubbed her eyes hard.

Why should she be the one to authorize a festival taking place in Elan?

Why does she have to study trivial tax laws and alterations?

With these thoughts, she resented the old fuddy-duddies of the council.

‘The council fuddy-duddies are the problem!’

These fuddy-duddies expect a lot, but lend little assistance.

Always grumbling and praising the elves’ belongings, Eris was fed up.

‘It’s difficult to proceed with anything without the help of the council…!’

The situation worsened when they even disrupted her plans, lately she felt like ‘throwing a tantrum’.

She wanted to become a tyrant who throws out all the council members.

“Huff…”

She could proceed with the Elan Development Project and completely disregard the elders’ opinions.

But the problem was their influence.

Building construction and talents are controlled by them.

Goods must be purchased with tax money, but they’re not selling.

Simply put, if the council cartel cut off the supply, she was screwed.

What if Eris says, “No, I’m not listening. I’m going ahead.”?

The Queen! That’s not an option!! Dozens of elders would object.

Ultimately, Eris would be the one to bend.

Until the ‘proceed’ sign comes up at the council meeting, it was difficult for Eris to actually do anything.

‘But what do they want!’

A vein popped on Eris’s hand holding the quill.

All the talk about promoting the prosperity of the World Tree and the development of the elves was preposterous.

The grand traditions and culture of the elves. And to maintain the spirit of the ancestors?

‘What utter foolishness…!’

The new generation of elves should break away from these constraints, absorbing the fine cultures of others. Are there still holdouts?

Hence, she nourished her mind each day indulging in such imaginative possibilities.

“Ah… I need to pay a visit to the World Tree.”

“Yes. Understood.”

She departed, accompanied by her adjutant for protection.

When stress mounted, she would head outside, towards where the World Tree resided.

A pleasant breeze flowed between the straight, towering branches and their leaves.

The royal garden of the World Tree was under the strict guard of soldiers, which she now entered.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Yes.”

Only those who are caretakers of the World Tree and Eris could be granted access to this place.

After exchanging polite greetings with the caretakers, she continued inward.

The Queen’s Garden! The sanctuary of the World Tree!

This was where only Eris, Queen of Elan, was permitted.

A space for the Queen to indulge in her unique desires, free from external disturbance.

Here in the garden, drenched in crisp air.

She headed for the yard brimming with the plants she’d been nurturing.

“They’re growing so heartily today…! Tremendous…! Surely, they’ll continue to thrive?”

While gently praising the plants, she dusted specks and grime from their leaves.

A gratifying process enabled her to satisfy her despicable desire to fawn over these plants.

“This one’s growing strong.”

She supported the tendrils with stakes, watered and nurtured, chuckling to herself while fulfilling her every desire.

A sight too embarrassing to show others, but this was the Queen’s personal garden, empty of any spectators.

She conversed with her plants, mumbling to herself, and wore a satisfying smile.

“Sigh…”

After posting a few words about the plants in her gallery and pruning the odd comments, it was time to return.

Eris stepped out, heading towards the city with her adjutant.

“Back for another inspection today….”

“Call it a stroll, not an inspection.”

“Yes, a stroll. I’ll escort you.”

As usual, she observed the people while on her walk.

With their energetic appearances, it seemed that the quality of their lives was quite satisfactory.

Her face froze in the midst of her satisfied smile.

“Uh…”

“A young couple, it seems.”

Despite it being a backstreet, a couple being overly affectionate in broad daylight…

If she were one of the old-timers, she’d have yelled at them, ‘You rascals!’ But, Eris held herself back.

Well, wasn’t Eris the younger generation too?

But she couldn’t help the annoyance creasing her brow.

“…How audacious, to behave that way in this place.”

“These days, the new generation tends to do that.”

“Is that so?”

“Your Highness might be shocked because you’re not part of the newer generation—”

“No…! I’m not that old?! I’m part of the newer generation too!”

“…Perhaps, I misunderstood your Highness’s age.”

Eris nodded at the adjutant’s words.

It was an obvious statement. Unlike the old-timers, she could lightly brush it off…

‘But still… It’s embarrassing.’

She thought this while watching the couple still being affectionate.

Although she belonged to the new generation, that was a bit… hard to watch.

On one hand, it was somewhat enviable….

Eris continued her walk, then headed back to the office.

It was time to work.

Returning to the office, Eris sighed and began her duties.

Well, she attempted to start.

If only the aggressive chat window hadn’t popped up.

【Gallery Manager Chat】

-Maou-chan) Oldie~ Oldie~

-Plant Druid) …Why?

-Demon King) Because you’re bored, silly~

-Plant Druid) Go away!!!

-Demon King) Aw~~ Such a harsh response~

Where did she learn to talk like this!

Despite being annoyed, she persevered and responded.

It wasn’t because of the elf’s native belief that ignoring words would deter fortune, not at all.

-Plant Druid) Stop babbling and go write nonsense!

-Demon King) You enjoy writing nonsense to old fuddy-duddies~~~

-Demon King) Me, cute little Demon King… coo coo

-Plant Druid) What on earth are you talking about!!!!

Once again, Eris clenched her jaw at Demon King’s chat ramble.

While the elder elf was being harassed, on the other side of the continent.

In Mageros’s kingdom, the Demon King laughed.

She was the main instigator of the nasty chat rush.

“Chuckle. This is fun.”

It reminded her of the childhood joy of teasing someone she fancied.

She didn’t hate the elder elf – in fact, she liked her.

She was a resilient and enduring punching bag – what was there to dislike!

Often she would tease the elder elf and then leisurely sip cola.

Early in the dawn, while everyone was asleep.

She alone was awake, roaming through the gallery.

-Demon King

Title) I’m enjoying cola~~

Already ate two chickens and downed three cups of cola~~

–Aren’t you sleepy?

–LOL. Going to sleep?

–How do you eat two chickens??

–Impressive! Eating so much chicken seems so normal to you, you’re certainly the Demon King LOL.

–If I eat two chickens, does that make me the Demon King?

“Two pieces in a sitting is devil level, isn’t it?”

“What about one?”

“Tastes good.”

“Right? It’s tasty.”

“You bet, the reason why chicken is tasty is because it’s tasty.”

(Nods)

“Can I just steal the drumsticks from you, Devil?”

“I like the wings.”

Devil: “Where do you two live~~”

“LOL”

“Ugh, Devil… so annoying!”

“She’s really upset though, LOL.”

“First time seeing Devil angry, LOL.”

“You crossed the line with the drumsticks, LOL. “

“What a fool. This is fun.”

She was also laughing, enjoying her leisure time.

There was still time before Mageros’ shift would begin.

It wasn’t like she got up early to wait. She just didn’t sleep.

Arshella led a life that was completely different from others’.

She didn’t sleep much.

Why would she sleep if her body wasn’t tired?

Her highly trained body could overcome even sleep.

Arshella proved it, and demonstrated it in her ruined lifestyle.

Sometimes, she would sleep, only when she was mentally tired or wanted to sleep.

Other than that, she stayed awake.

Thus, others saw her life as more fulfilled than anyone else’s.

“Hmm…”

She had spare time until others started their routines.

She slowly threw punches into the air.

She practiced her muscles, paying attention to each small movement and twist.

The path of her kick traced as if she were dancing.

In between, she read the posts from the gallery intermittently and cut out the malicious ones.

After training, it was time for breakfast.

After a satisfying meal of chicken mayo rice, she asked her subordinate.

“Has a candidate for the Devil King’s contention appeared yet?”

“None.”

“I see.”

What kind of a country is Mageros?

It’s a terrifying country where the ruler is determined by power.

However, since no one came for this Devil King’s contention, Arcella maintained her position as the queen.

‘It should, of course, be that way.’

Just because she’s strong doesn’t mean she’s an idiot. On the contrary, she was quite intelligent.

When Arcella first became the Devil King, her unilateral actions were criticized.

But that’s a thing of the far past!

Under her command, the national power of Mageros grew stronger every day.

Mageros grew stronger, and she kept her spot at the top.

She was leisurely active in the gallery, and her plan was going smoothly.

Arcella was quietly preparing something to bring Judduck.

However, Judduck was a concern.

‘Taking the ring offered by a dwarf who turns out to be an idiot without a weapon.’

If it weren’t just for that, everything would have been perfect.

Why the hell should it be a dwarf?

Mageros would offer the opportunity to possess a strong physique!

One day, she thought of making the dwarf take off the ring and smirked.

‘I will bring Judduck one day.’

With Judduck, Mageros will become even more powerful!

She smirked wickedly.

***

Eris was busy working for Elan.

And Arcella was busy managing Mageros, never knowing when a civil war might break out.

“Then, the hero. Could it be that Kaira Ruz is accomplishing great things…?”

“Rest is the best…!”

She took her rest in the territory of Count Hessen.

There had been no work to do since the request to curb the temper of Count Hessen for the sake of the continent’s peace.

It was a request for a two-week stay, but even after two weeks, she naturally continued to stay.

“Hero, may I ask when you will…”

“I’m always free!”

“Aha…”

There were no signs or prophecies of the sealed demon breaking free.

What could a hero like that possibly do?

She enjoyed a leisurely life while being treated as a guest in Count Hessen’s mansion.

However, there were those who could not ignore the Hero’s leisurely life.

“Hero, then… possibly…”

Count Hessen, who rules the territory of Count Hessen.

A monster who reached the realm of a Sword Master.

At the age of 53. An age when the body yearns to compete with others!

He who had even contemplated waging wars from greed and fighting, changed his target and challenged the hero.

“Could I request a lesson?”

He seemed even more docile than before.

Resolved his combative urges after several bouts.

His desire to covet other territories succumbed to power.

It was the result of being confronted by the Hero, kingdom and empire.

“Ah… okay.”

At Count Hessen’s request, bowing his head, she got up from her seat.

Although much younger, Kaira Ruz is a hero and stands in the position of a strong one.

It was not strange to see Count Hessen bowing and asking for a favor.

‘I like a relaxing unemployed life…’

Not fulfilling a request from the position of the beneficiary is impolite.

Kaira unsheathed her sword. The bright white blade glinted.

The pure white sword, worthy of a hero’s name, swooped down on Count Hessen.

Clang!

“Ugh…”

Count Hessen momentarily groaned.

Although it was merely a swing of a sword, the air split apart.

A wave of shock exploded on impact, scattering blue mana into the air.

Count Hessen was continuously pushed back by the stupidly strong force.

There was no mercy in battle. No teaching. Just a fight.

Kwaaang-!

Kaira’s sword mercilessly hammered down on Count Hessen.

“Cough… you are indeed strong.”

Feeling the weight in his hands, Count Hessen broke out in a cold sweat.

Is the hero a monster?

But, Count Hessen created a momentary gap using his trick.

He repelled the sword and heavily hit the ground.

Woong-!

The quick sword he shot out was stopped at the hero, to the point of nothingness.

However, this was not the first time he had fought against the hero.

He grasped the weakness revealed by the hero’s sword.

Ka-Gak!

He forcibly flicked up the hero’s sword, as if tearing it off its grip.

The moment Kaira’s neck was unprotected, Hessen’s sword dug in.

Sagak.

The attack failed by the thickness of a single piece of paper.

The attack only managed to shave a bit of hair from his head.

Despite that, a smile hung on Count Hessen’s face.

The defeated Hessen was smiling while the victorious Kaira shut her mouth tight with a trembling expression.

It wasn’t pleasant to see Count Hessen spitting out a mouthful of blood every time they fought.

The inevitable bruises and wounds that occurred during fights were also quite distasteful to her.

After all, she didn’t have a hobby of enjoying hurting other people.

But then, why was Count Hessen still grinning exhilaratingly despite his miserable defeat?

“You seem curious, Hero.”

“Did I wear such a look…?”

“Yes. I can see in your eyes, wondering how I can keep a cheerful expression while I break down mercilessly each time.”

“…”

How did he know? Perhaps Count Hessen has some empathic skill.

Kai knelt beside him, bestowing a healing blessing on his wounds.

“I can see. While you, Hero, are stronger, I am superior in other aspects, am I not?”

Count Hessen might have lacked strength, but his enlightenment and experience were on par with the hero.

On the contrary, Kai was strong, yet lacked wisdom and experience.

He wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve.

“Are you curious as to why I enjoy this?”

“Yes. I am.”

“It satisfies my desire for battle… and because I am different from you, Hero.”

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly as I said.”

Hero Kai was strong. One of a few on the continent.

No, he was so strong that one would fail to find someone could beat him, even if they looked across the entire continent.

However.

He was simply a sword that knew only to exert strength.

“While you, Hero, are strong… you’re just a sword that has lost its destination, swinging without aim.”

“Why is that…?”

“That’s where we differ.”

He has seen many that resembled the hero.

Those who used the sword merely as a tool.

If any of them had reached a satisfactory end, he would not have said such things.

Count Hessen lifted his old sword.

“The reason I can keep getting back up, even as I break and fall apart, is because I find it enjoy. I run towards higher enlightenment. I want to see the end of this sword. I want to fight. This is the desire embedded in my sword, it’s my goal.”

“Is it bad not to have a goal?”

“It’s not necessarily bad. But… someday you’ll break.”

Kai also looked at his own sword.

Even as she swung her sword, she had never thought that way.

She had been strong since the day she became a hero, and she continued to grow stronger.

Using that strength to fulfill her duties as a hero, she protected the continent.

Because that was her role since she became a hero, Kaira.

But.

She had never once imbued her sword with something of her own.

“If you swing your sword with such a pained expression, you won’t live long.”

“Did I look that pained?”

“Yes.”

The Count of Hesen’s eyes reflected a sense of pity.

He empathized with the hero who wielded the sword without understanding why.

“Do you have something you want to accomplish with your sword, Hero?”

“….”

At his question, Kaira fell silent.

Did she really have something she wanted to achieve with her sword?

She didn’t have anything she wanted to accomplish with her sword.

There’s nothing in the sword.

Then, did she have nothing at all?

That was not the case either.

There was nothing in her sword, but her actions held a clear intent.

Responsibility. Even though swinging her sword was terrifying and painful, she swung it to protect the continent.

Help. She didn’t like sparring with the Count of Hesen… but she wielded the sword as he wished.

Patience. The endless demon hunt was bitter, but she held her sword, believing that the fruit she would receive as a reward would be sweet.

Sympathy. She pointed her sword at the villains to prevent anyone from being sad.

But what were all these actions for?

She saw the smile of the child offering her a candy in her memory.

She saw the old couple bowing their head in gratitude.

She saw those who had fallen into despair wrapped in hope.

“What I want to achieve…”

She chased the light. She wished for no one to be sad.

Seeing someone else in pain is worse than being in pain myself.

She wanted to protect the others.

She wanted to safeguard the days filled with laughter, chatter, and joy.

“There’s nothing wrong. But I won’t let others suffer.”

“You’re walking the path of a savior.”

“That’s what a hero does after all.”

“Yet, it will be hard. You can’t protect everyone forever. So start with those who matter most. Ensure the hero doesn’t crumble.”

“Those who matter…”

To his question,

She thought of a particular person.

A person whose face and name she didn’t know, but somehow always brought a smile to her face recently.

The person who rejected joining the hero’s group, instead asking her to join his.

Why did she think of him?

His name and face were unknown, yet he has been making her laugh recently.

It was him who asked her to join his group, rather than the hero’s.

While others can be ignore, he always seems genuine.

He laughs with her, even when she acts silly.

She wished for him to not get hurt.

“Your face looks much better, hero. So… Are you sure you’re up for another round?”

“Ha-ha…”

The cowardly Count Hesenn, having yielded to the power, bowed his head.

It seems he was itching for another duel. Count Hesenn lifted his sword.

In an instant, the atmosphere was set for a duel.

Kaela also took her stance.

But things were different now.

Not with discomfort, she took her stance with a relaxed demeanor, carefree.

She gripped her sword once again.

As Kaela dueled with Count Hesenn, the storm outside became more intense.

Was it because of the heavy downpour or the gloomy weather?

Scary stories and texts were largely occupying the gallery.

Title) Juddak is Dying.

He’s dying.

What is this post?

Someone keeps spamming this.

Save Juddak please.

Sure lol. I will resurrect them even if Juddak dies.

“This damn spammer.”

Juddak sent one person into reality.