Otherworld Destruction Gallery

The place I landed was a village square.

A dim underground space illuminated by magic lights, filled with charming little houses.

“Is it really the Head Moderator?”

“Oh my, it’s really tangible!”

The residents there were diverse in appearance.

Some had human-like bodies with long rabbit ears attached.

Others had a peculiar appearance, combining traits of both rabbits and humans.

They slowly approached me and poked at me with their index fingers.

Once they confirmed they could touch me, they became bolder, touching my cheeks and hair.

“Oh my, no long ears.”

“But the Head Moderator was supposed to be a beautiful half-elf.”

“Guess not, guess not! It’s a human.”

The rabbit beastfolk, often shortened to rabbitfolk, who were encircling and observing me, soon smiled.

“Would you like to come to my house and eat some carrots?”

“Do you want to touch my ears…?”

Their pale skin flushed as they shyly attempted to flirt.

Some tickled my face with their long ears, while others pressed their palms against me.

They were all astonishingly beautiful and attractive, which was nice, except for the fact that some of them were men.

“No! I don’t want this! Stop it, please!”

“No way!”

“Hey! That’s not fair.”

“I love you, Head Moderator!”

They didn’t seem to understand my words.

As the distance between us closed, I thought it was all over, but then a sudden idea crossed my mind.

“Myoran! Where’s Myoran? Help!! Help!!!”

I had once helped Myoran during a crisis.

As I desperately shouted that name, someone began hopping toward me from afar.

Wait, was it someone?

“Head Moderator! Is it really you, Head Moderator?”

A long-eared, whiskered, adorable rabbit.

A real rabbit came running.

“Myoran?”

“Yes, I am Myoran. I serve as the village chief of this rabbitfolk village.”

Surprisingly, that rabbit was the gallery member I knew, Myoran.

“I never imagined I’d see you in person. I didn’t think you’d actually use the ticket.”

Polite speech punctuated by odd sound effects at the end of sentences.

More than anything, seeing them holding the shotgun I had given them confirmed it was indeed Myoran.

But how could they carry something so large?

“I nearly died, you know.”

“You made a wise choice. There’s no place safer than the Rabbit Hole.”

“Right.”

I took a moment to look around.

Then, I glanced down at Myoran again and asked.

“But why here, of all places?”

“Of course. Isn’t our Rabbit Hole the safest place for you, Head Moderator?”

“It certainly seems that way.”

I looked to the side.

There was an iron cage.

The kind of iron bars typically used in prisons.

I was locked in the Rabbit Hole’s prison.

“Why here, of all places?”

“It’s because the rabbits are targeting you from all directions… I’m sorry.”

Myoran’s words were accurate.

“Heheh.”

“J-just a little more…”

“Please, Head Moderator, just once, just let me touch you once.”

Rabbitfolk with hearts in their eyes clung to the bars or stretched their hands through, trying to touch me.

Rabbits were targeting me from all directions.

Even Myoran, seeing the scene, tried to place his tiny paw on his forehead in exasperation.

“I apologize. It’s a trait of the rabbitfolk to become infatuated with their benefactors…”

According to Myoran, the rabbit beastfolk’s affection and loyalty were absolute when it came to gratitude.

If someone showed kindness and gave starving rabbits carrots with pure intentions, they would quickly fall in love.

“No matter how true that is, did you really have to lock me up like this, as if isolating me?”

I asked with a perplexed expression.

Not that I had any intention of going outside, of course.

But still, locking me in an iron cage felt like overkill.

However, instead of answering, Myoran brought up an old story.

“…There was once a time when starving rabbitfolk were saved by a human benefactor.”

“And then?”

“The rabbitfolk fell in love.”

“Did they repay the kindness?”

“They killed the human.”

“What? Why?”

Rabbitfolk are inherently beautiful.

Among them are those who humans would call stunningly handsome or beautiful—a common sight among the rabbitfolk.

“That human also loved the rabbitfolk, and they soon became lovers.”

“But you said they killed them?”

“They killed, and they were killed in return.”

“W-what?”

The more I heard, the more baffled I felt.

Dodging the outstretched hands of the rabbitfolk, I glanced at Myoran, who looked up with a serious expression.

“They were so deeply in love that they shared their love until their dying moments.”

“…”

When a rabbitfolk receives grace, they fall in love.

The problem is that this love becomes all-consuming.

In their obsession, they may passionately pursue each other until they both die, oblivious to their end.

“All that, just for giving them some food?”

“Yes, that is the case.”

Hearing that, I turned my head again to look outside the bars.

I had given them food.

I had also provided them with weapons for their own protection.

Lastly, I gave them activities to stave off boredom by letting them participate in the gallery.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I want to put you in my pocket and keep you forever, only looking at me for eternity.”

Some of the rabbitfolk were already losing their minds.

Myoran, who was sitting cutely on the floor, wiggled his ears and spoke.

“Still, it should get better once the phase passes.”

“When will that phase pass?”

“I’m not sure.”

If you don’t know, who does?

As I was about to grow serious, Myoran suddenly pulled something out of his pouch with a flourish.

“But don’t worry! I’ve prepared a Rabbit Hole Escape Ticket!”

“Ohh.”

“No!”

“Chief, you bad animal! Dangerous animal!”

“Here, please use this at your convenience.”

Of course, if there are Rabbit Hole Tickets, there must be escape tickets as well.

Looking at Myoran offering the ticket so readily, I felt a sense of gratitude.

“But you seem completely fine.”

“There must be at least one rational rabbit in a herd driven mad by instinct, don’t you think? Myo.”

Standing on his two feet, Myoran politely folded his head and ears in a gesture of respect.

“Well then, if the opportunity arises, I’ll see you again.”

“Yeah, thanks. I won’t forget.”

Rip!

I boldly tore apart the Rabbit Hole Escape Ticket, leaving Myoran behind.

Whirrr.

At the same time, a blue light enveloped me!

“What the heck?”

Nothing happened.

Still trapped in the Rabbit Hole prison, I turned to Myoran, who scratched his ears awkwardly and replied.

“It seems the expiration date has passed. Myo.”

The rabbitfolk hadn’t interacted with others for a long time.

Thus, since the last time they entered the Rabbit Hole, the ticket had expired because they hadn’t needed to leave.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make another one. Myo.”

The solution was simple.

Just wait until a new ticket was created.

In the meantime, Myoran placed something unfamiliar around my neck.

“…A choker?”

“It’s a magical tool for protection. Myo.”

No matter how I looked at it, it resembled a cat’s collar, but apparently, it was a protective artifact.

If anyone touched me with impure intentions, an electric current would flow and shock them immediately.

“But why does it look like this?”

“It was originally designed for… those types of activities. Myo.”

Clang.

Myoran unlocked the prison door.

He decided to stick by my side as a sort of bodyguard until the new ticket was ready.

I lightly tapped the choker—or rather, the artifact—around my neck with my fingers.

No matter what, this felt a bit humiliating.

‘Should I tell Myoran it’s unnecessary?’

The stares I was attracting were only getting hotter.

As I was questioning whether I was worrying too much, something darted out from behind a two-story house in the village.

“Sorry, Head Moderator, I can’t hold back anymore!”

“Gah!”

A suspicious-looking rabbit beastfolk with a furry, eccentric appearance lunged at me, something that certain enthusiasts might love.

But the moment their hand touched my cheek softly—

Zap!

“Kyaaaah!”

Electric currents immediately flowed, subduing the rabbitfolk.

“Haah… huff.”

The rabbitfolk, twitching on the ground, had an oddly exhilarated expression.

“Damn.”

A curse slipped out instinctively for the first time in a while.

This place is hell.

*

An hour left until Adrian gets IP-banned, lol.

Hey, Head Moderator, are you okay right now?

Don’t die. If you die, the gallery is doomed.

Full Elf ★) Head Moderator, are you alright? At least say something.

Damn it, stop harassing the Head Moderator!

After the revelation of the Head Moderator’s abduction, the gallery descended into chaos.

Some gallery members were furious about the upcoming IP ban over the entirety of Adrian in just a few hours, while others remained passive.

There were members worried about the Head Moderator’s life and others seriously showing signs of starting a revolution.

Damn you Adrian Royal Family, release a statement already.

A revolution already broke out in our village.jpg

A few idiots = Whole Adrian takes the hit.

Just leaving the empire now.jpg

Even the moderators couldn’t contain this level of turmoil.

As the tension boiled over, seemingly about to explode, a post suddenly appeared on the board.

Featured Post: Ta-da.jpg

(A photo of the poster with the Head Moderator)

(A picture of the Head Moderator crouching in a corner behind iron bars)

(A photo with a heart mosaic over their face)

“The Head Moderator is mine, lol.”

Damn, what is this?

Hwat.

Wait, is that really the Head Moderator?

Why are you hogging them?

So jealous, seriously.

ㄴ For real, that gallery member is crazy pretty.

ㄴ Not the Head Moderator, I’m jealous of the gallery member.

ㄴ Agreed, I want to keep the Head Moderator too.

ㄴ What.

Poster) Hehe, what do you think?

ㄴ What do you mean, “what do we think”? Release the Head Moderator!

ㄴ Nice shot, though.

ㄴ Can you lend me the Head Moderator too?

ㄴ You dirty kidnapper! Give us back our Head Moderator!

Brothers, cry with me!

ㄴ Kidnapped by an ugly beastfolk…

ㄴ Ugh, curse our uselessness!

ㄴ I’ll never understand dwarf beauty standards.

ㄴ Seriously, what even counts as ugly to them?

The post about the Head Moderator’s captivity had gone up.

There were even more posts of this type.

The angles were a bit much, too.

The way the Head Moderator looked up from below, locked behind the iron bars, their timid posture—it all felt oddly staged.

Hmm, suspicious.

Have they fallen into corruption, Head Moderator?

Have they been defiled?

Title: Damn it, No

Poster: Head Moderator ☆

(A thumbs-up photo taken in the rabbitfolk fields)

“I’m touring the Rabbit Hole innocently.

I’m perfectly fine mentally and physically, so stop spreading weird rumors!”

Wait, so you weren’t kidnapped?

ㄴ Head Moderator ☆) Nope.

ㄴ Those rabbit beastfolk didn’t try anything weird?

ㄴ For real, there’s no way they’d leave you alone.

It’s because of the Chief…ㅠㅠㅠ

ㄴ The Chief is hogging them all to himself… That’s mean…

ㄴ If not for the Chief, I’d…!

ㄴ Head Moderator ☆) Yeah, surviving thanks to Myoran.

ㄴ Not touring, more like being toured, huh.

ㄴ You have to survive and return, Head Moderator.

While the gallery was still in chaos over the Head Moderator’s situation, an enigmatic post was sent to the Head Moderator.

Title: Head Moderator, it’s me, from last time

Poster: Lloyd

(A photo of a nighttime crowd holding torches)

(A photo of the capital’s crown prince statue being torn down)

“Revolution broke out in Adrian, omg.”

Eventually, a revolution erupted in Adrian.