Chapter 115

[Title: There Were Monsters]

(The underground world illuminated by the searchlight meme)

There weren’t any.

– What kind of sun is that? LOL

– Underground x Aboveground O

– (Praise! Elf Face Con)

ㄴ (Praise! Elf Body Con)

ㄴ (I’ll cut down the elf with my own hands… Warrior Con)

ㄴ (Praise! Elf Legs Con)

The searchlight was more akin to a beam of light than regular lighting.

No, right?

If you get hit directly, you’ll think differently.

After all, the purpose of a searchlight is to concentrate light in one direction.

“Those sandworms are using their heads for once, huh?”

The lead sandworms disappeared, quite literally, as dust.

Is that why?

The following squad came over with all their eyes shut tight…

– You’re shutting your eyes?

ㄴ Got it

ㄴ [Searchlight x10]

ㄴ KRAAAAK!

ㄴ What are these idiots doing? LOL

From the moment countless searchlights concentrated light in one place, it was meaningless.

If the head is dumb, the body suffers.

But if the body is overwhelmingly strong, the head doesn’t need to suffer.

Even with their eyes shut, it was enough to blind them.

[Title: Just a Selfish Magician]

Today I learned for the first time that light-type magic can be a method of attack.

(A regular lighting meme created by a magician)

(A meme of light beams shooting from a searchlight)

What is this?

Is this really the same light-type magic that was looked down upon for being a lighting one-tool?

It truly fills my heart with grandeur…

– I’m seriously considering switching schools since I’m technically illegal

ㄴ Originally, the official stance is that being illegal is accurate…

ㄴ Ah LOL are you sweating seeing that?

– So this is what the conclusion of light magic looks like?

ㄴ But it truly is fascinating, LOL

ㄴ What’s up with the Head of the Gallery handling electricity, light, and heat?

ㄴ Does a Great Magician look like a loser?

Above all, I had given it for free for the survival of the Rabbit Beastfolk.

However, unexpectedly, it had returned to me as a profit.

[Title: Graduation of Rabbit Students…jpg]

(A meme of a Rabbit Beastfolk sitting proudly inside a mana pill)

Pee-hew ₍ ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ ₍

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– Damn, I’m so jealous…

– LOL look at that arrogance

– Wasn’t that the rabbit that ate dirt-covered carrots until yesterday?

– If the Head of the Gallery gets involved, one becomes rich… note taken…

ㄴ Head of the Gallery, please interfere with my life…

With life and death at stake, the wave had turned into an automatic hunting ground.

There was no need to risk my life going outside the village.

Just a click of the searchlight.

With that one action, monsters became monsters again, and mana pills were duplicated.

– I earned 10,000 pills, give me your account! [50]

– Poor fools… I’ll give you some money! Hehe [31]

– Join the Head of the Gallery Coin! Hehe // [56]

– Only peeking at Big Bro Head of the Gallery…jpg [412]

As a result, the gallery’s meme board began overflowing with various adult content and donation posts.

Moreover, the market sales surged rapidly, thus it ultimately returned as a profit to me.

Myoran: Please accept it, Head of the Gallery.

Myoran: (Myoran is proposing a barter exchange of ‘100,000 mana pills’!)

Head of the Gallery*: ? What’s this? Are you rich?

“Why are you giving this to me?”

The source of income for the Rabbit Beastfolk was farming.

They needed to sell the crops from the fields to the gallery to procure mana pills.

Then why, after finally touching pills, would they offer all of this to me?

Myoran: That’s 70% of the income from this wave.

Myoran: It was money that wouldn’t exist if you hadn’t helped, Head of the Gallery.

Myoran: It’s a collective opinion, so please accept it.

Head of the Gallery*: (I declined the proposal.)

Myoran: ! Why…

Head of the Gallery*: No, you can keep it.

Head of the Gallery*: I didn’t give it expecting anything in return; just focus on the gallery.

Of course, I didn’t need it.

I wasn’t in such dire need of pills to the point of wanting to accept these.

If that had been my purpose from the start, I would’ve done that from the beginning.

Rather, it was more beneficial for the Rabbit Beastfolk to immerse themselves in gallery activities.

Myoran: …Understood.

Myoran: I’ll inform the Rabbit Beastfolk as well.

Myoran: And for a while, please do not come near our village and make sure to lock your doors tightly.

Head of the Gallery*: ?

The returning message seemed like an unexplained threat, which was a bit strange.

But since I didn’t go out much anyway, I wasn’t worried about being kidnapped.

And besides, this wasn’t the time to worry about that.

[Level Up 9 → 10!]

[Level 10 achievement unlocked! A special reward will be given.]

“Oh…”

I was just on the verge of receiving what had gotten everyone so curious, the level 10 achievement reward.

“What on earth are they going to give me?”

It was the moment my anticipation peaked.

[An empty slot has been created.]

[Please specify the target.]

“?”

Only an unknown phrase appeared out of nowhere.

*

[Title: The World is Ruined LOL]

Such an irresponsible individual has been given the power to control the world?

Then we should keep an eye on this instead of just fawning over it LOL

Last time I decreased market prices in one go, instead of uniting to protest, they ended up cowering in fear.

They better get themselves together now.

Stop being foolishly obsessed with the Head of the Gallery and actually believe in a true god, cultivating faith a bit.

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– -Sects-

– Have they seriously normalized this? Are they still attracting such low-level attention? LOL

ㄴ All they know how to do is that, LOL

“…These rotten people!”

– Bang!

The Pope slammed his hand on the desk.

The already dreary atmosphere inside the meeting room became even gloomier.

I tried writing a post to control the Head of the Gallery, but it no longer seemed like it would work.

The brilliant glory of the past was just a memory now.

All that was reflected in the mirror was the old, sickly visage of himself, declining in the decaying cathedral.

“Calm down, Your Holiness.”

“There must be another way still left.”

“What way?”

The Pope turned his head and asked.

There was no one who could answer him correctly.

The cathedral, which used to be absolute, was now just an old tale.

A meaningless group without power or honor, uncertain of when it may disappear.

That was the current image of the cathedral.

“It’s all because of Colin, that bastard.”

At that moment, someone quietly spoke up.

Colin, the cathedral knight who stood with the people during the violent suppression incident.

The internal divisions of the cathedral were now twofold.

The Pope’s faction and the faction led by the cathedral knights.

“If we just keep watching, power will eventually be completely transferred.”

“It’s already happening, what do you want to do about it?”

The transfer of power was just a matter of time.

The problem was that there was no way to stop it.

Even now, changes were occurring within the cathedral.

Voluntary tithing, prohibition on high-ranking priests’ private armies, and a flood of donations.

“That bastard is ruining everything.”

Colin, the cathedral knight, was the problem.

“We have to kill him.”

If that’s the case, the solution was simple.

Assassinate him in accordance with long-standing traditions.

However, when the Pope heard this solution, he grimaced and shouted.

“How can you be so foolish!”

If Colin dies, it would be evident that the Pope’s faction had committed the assassination.

At a time when no one could just neglect things like in the past?

If that really happened, the Pope’s neck might end up on the guillotine, just like the Archbishop.

But the bishop who suggested the solution didn’t hesitate, despite the Pope’s reprimand.

“We should present a hero.”

No, he was even smiling slightly.

After all, it would be easy to create a respectable justification.

A hero, the embodiment of justice as a representative of the cathedral, an executor with legitimacy in every act.

In other words, the cathedral’s cheat key.

“A hero?”

“But that…”

However, everyone else appeared sullen at that suggestion.

After all, a new hero hadn’t been designated for hundreds of years.

The proof of a hero was the Holy Sword.

When one grabbed the Holy Sword, if it emitted bright light, then that was the hero.

However, even during the Great War, a hero had not appeared.

“The Holy Sword exists, but hasn’t it been transferred to the Head of the Gallery?”

Moreover, the Holy Sword had been handed over to the Head of the Gallery by Frederick.

Putting aside the hero, how could they retrieve the Holy Sword?

“The Holy Sword hasn’t shone in hundreds of years.”

“Then?”

“Why not just present a fake hero?”

By putting magic onto some ordinary sword to make it emit light as a fake Holy Sword.

Then, creating a fake hero to restore the cathedral’s legitimacy and justification.

With that, killing Colin and the cathedral knights who had been a thorn in their side wouldn’t be a difficult task.

“But the Head of the Gallery previously showed the Holy Sword’s light!”

The problem was that the Head of the Gallery had demonstrated that light.

“That’s not something you need to worry about.”

But the bishop confidently asserted.

“The Head of the Gallery cannot be a hero.”

The Holy Sword shines to prove the hero.

In truth, it was a story that was half regarded as a legend.

A hero could not just be anyone.

“How could such a lightweight person be a hero? He must have used some trick.”

Just in case.

Even if he happened to emit light, it didn’t matter.

“It could be announced that the Holy Sword given to the Head of the Gallery is fake, and that the real one is elsewhere.”

For the cathedral, the hero and the Holy Sword were merely tools for use; the truth didn’t matter much.

As long as they could regain power through deception.

“It’s a dangerous plan.”

“But we no longer have a choice.”

At the bishop’s words, the Pope fell silent in the meeting room.

Honestly, there was nothing to think about.

The Holy Sword hadn’t emitted light in hundreds of years.

Should they just watch it sink in fear?

Or should they present a fake hero to reclaim the cathedral’s power?

“Fine, proceed.”

“Your Holiness’s will be done.”

“But it must succeed.”

At the Pope’s serious voice, all those who had voiced their suggestions, including the bishop, lowered their heads.

As long as they succeeded, the next target would be the Head of the Gallery.

*

“Ah.”

In the midst of diving into gallery activities, I suddenly thought of the Holy Sword.

“Right, I left the Holy Sword behind.”

I had completely forgotten it while escaping from the Abandoned Castle of the Deputy and the I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire.

No wonder the bunker felt dark.

– Wooong

At that moment, the Holy Sword came near.

“What? You’re saying it’s actually more convenient to be gone?”

– Wooong

“You’re saying it’s not good for your eyesight since you give off light unnecessarily?”

The Dwarf’s Holy Sword had been treated like a servant by the Holy Sword for ages.

Had that grievance finally burst forth?

As soon as the Holy Sword came up, it seemed to become a ghost and started refusing urgently.

“Still, it’s inconvenient without the Holy Sword.”

What kind of sword was the Holy Sword?

It was the perfect eco-friendly lamp that emitted brilliance with just a gentle touch, wasn’t it?

Not to mention, it didn’t even cost for electricity.

I felt a bit of a regret to forget such an important part of my bunker life.

“Should I ask for it back?”

But it wasn’t easy to say that when the thing I had now was I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire.

Having experienced the captivity of a beautiful girl’s obsessive love once was enough.

Just when I was in deep thought about what to do.

[Title: A Hero Emerges from the Cathedral (It’s Real).jpg]

“What?”

A thought-provoking article appeared that I couldn’t help but click on.