Chapter 47

The elves have superior physical conditions.

Unmatched strength and speed that could not come from such delicate bodies, along with their consistently outstanding appearances.

Especially Armin, the Queen of the Elves, needed no further introduction.

“Kahaha!”

Tutudududu.

Armin fired at the blazing monsters with a machine gun held firmly in one hand.

There was no need to aim precisely.

She had endless bullets prepared, more than enough to keep firing.

“Your Majesty!”

“It’s d-dangerous!”

At that moment, the elders rushed in from behind to stop her.

“How could you handle untested items from the Head of the Gallery on the battlefield?”

“P-please calm down!”

If the Queen got hurt or died, it would be a disaster.

Though the elders, who could have been her grandparents, were clinging on to her, Armin didn’t budge an inch.

“Put this down!”

“Your Majesty, please!”

“L-listen to me, let go!”

“Ugh!”

She paused slightly in her trigger-pulling, easily pushing away the elders with one hand.

The strength difference between the elders who avoided meat and the young, meat-loving queen was like night and day.

“Haha!”

—Kieeek!

—Goooorrrr…

The monsters tried to dodge frantically, but it was a futile effort.

The bullets from the machine gun, spewing fire in the darkness, pierced the monsters at speeds that couldn’t be tracked by the eye.

The earth, glowing red in the dark, and monsters spewing fire in the distance, were sights unseen before.

“The monsters are fleeing!”

Having come from outside, the monsters panicked and fled in a scene more hellish than the outside world.

Only then did the machine gun cease its fiery barrage, exhaling heat violently.

“Aah… So this is what living feels like…”

Sweating from the heat, Armin gazed at the machine gun with a proud and flushed expression.

How could she look so cool while expelling heat like that?

“Eliana! Pass me more ammo!”

“A-ammo…? Do you mean the high magic medium?”

“Yes, hurry!”

Before the monsters could all escape, she wanted to wipe out even one more.

Hurrying Eliana, Armin turned her head sharply at the ammo that hadn’t come even after several minutes.

Eliana showed her an apologetic expression and presented a text from the Gallery.

Full-Peel Elf: Head of the Gallery, can you give me some more ammo?

Head of the Gallery*: I can only give you this last batch; I’m sorry.

In other words, they had no intention of giving more after they had successfully fended off the invasion.

“…Huh?”

The smile that had bloomed on Armin’s face just moments ago had stiffened.

Does this mean she can’t use the machine gun anymore?

Then she would have to go back to being a boring queen, reading books in the library…?

“No way!”

“Your Majesty!”

Armin fainted from distress.

*

Thankfully, the crisis that had struck Elard had passed.

Once again, the Gallery was filled not with monster invasions but with all sorts of random posts.

I threw away an empty snack bag into the rift and began to search for new posts.

[Title: Why is it only me without a rift?]

(A crying frog-con aiming an arrow at the sky)

Everyone else has at least one rift in their homes, but I’m the only one left to deal with my own rubbish!

It’s too much trouble to go to the rift in the plaza, and I feel awkward.

Can’t someone create a rift in my home?

I stumbled upon an unexpectedly relatable post.

“Oh, I guess that’s true.”

In my case, there was a rift inside my bunker.

The rift that had been there since it was a storage area still remained even after it had turned into a bunker.

And I deliberately placed my bed around the rift.

I didn’t even need to go far; I could just eat in bed and toss the leftovers straight into the rift.

I thought Gallum had been doing the same all along.

—Me too, I don’t have one, damn it!

—Houses with rifts are blessed, for real!

—Why not just live together?

—House prices skyrocketing, let’s go!

—Pet lava = 1st tier house option.

The problem is, some houses don’t have rifts at all.

There was one rift at the plaza, but even going there to throw something away was a hassle.

Walking around with waste in hand felt awkward, and if I spilled it, it would be a disaster.

—I just toss it out the window, lol.

Yeah, this is the right way.

Then what about the people passing by?

They should avoid it, since I’m throwing it out of my house.

—???

So it seems like most people usually throw it out the window.

Even that method had its variations.

—In our house, the maid comes every morning to toss waste buckets out the window, haha.

—We throw it out when everyone gathers.

—Well, the country hired people to clean it up, right?

“Nothing has really changed from the Middle Ages.”

In fact, because of such issues, the Gallery often had posts about disputes.

[Title: Who the hell is at fault here? Rate it!]

(A frog-con giving a middle finger with a twisted face)

I got into an argument, and this guy keeps insisting it wasn’t his fault, so I’m posting this here because I’m baffled.

My house is a big family house.

Naturally, that means a lot of waste and trash comes out, and we gather it in a bucket to throw out all at once in the morning.

“So when people aren’t really around.”

“Yelling to watch out for poop before tossing it.”

I threw it out.

But the dude suddenly knocked on my door covered in waste, shouting profanities?

I apologized a bit, but then he demanded compensation and I got super pissed, so I’m leaving this here.

Whose fault is this?

[!Vote]

1. It’s totally your fault, you idiot /20%

2. It seems the guy who got hit didn’t see it coming /80%

—Seriously? You think it’s my fault?

—Author) Haha, here comes the waste man.

—Hahaha, I guess you should have watched out.

—Who looks down while walking down the street?

—If you yell, wouldn’t people listen? Haha.

—Seriously disgusting. Don’t you have a rift at home?

—For real, you don’t even have a rift at home? Hahaha.

—Author) You’re not going to compensate for my rift house, right?

It seemed like there was barely one house with a rift for every ten homes.

Thanks to that, the stench within the city could not be brushed aside.

—Damn, I’m really dying from the smell.

—The countryside was a bit better, for real.

—City = poop tank.

—The nobles really have awful stomachs…

“What is that smell?”

It affected me too.

I began to notice the awful stench of waste seeping into the bunker.

Maybe because I bought the bunker cheap, the poor ventilation couldn’t completely eliminate the medieval waste smell.

“Oh, so this issue existed.”

I had once helped build the Kellierhton Kingdom to serve as a safe haven.

But I never thought I would be affected in this way.

If I had lived above ground, there’d have been no trouble with odors trapping in, and now my head was slightly spinning.

However, even if the exit collapsed, the sky still exists.

Whoa.

“Light!”

The holy sword hanging from the ceiling appeared before me as if it had been waiting for this moment.

It was shining brightly, radiating a sense of confidence.

“Is there a solution?”

Whoooom.

The holy sword seemed to shine in affirmation and then pointed towards the door.

Then it began mimicking slashing the air.

“Oh, I see… Are you suggesting we intimidate people into tossing waste into the rift?”

Whoooom.

A nod that seemed to say that was precisely it.

I tied the holy sword up with its sheath and ropes, hanging it securely from the ceiling.

What is this, a holy sword?

“Is there truly no other way?”

But at that moment, a renowned dwarven sword that had been cornered by the holy sword came closer.

It seemed to go through the ventilation tunnel and started to swirl, and soon a refreshing breeze began to circulate!

“I knew I could count on you!”

It had been hiding in the corner, wary of the holy sword, but I see it could still pull its weight.

“Medieval waste smell? Please, don’t mess with me.”

The renowned sword is a god, and I’m invincible.

However, not every home had a renowned sword.

Gallums without rifts or renowned swords inevitably had to bear the pain.

—Give me a rift too!!

—Let’s get a rift and boost our house price…

—For real, I check my house every day. Wondering if a rift has appeared.

Just like longing for a lottery in modern times, in this world, they desperately wished for a rift to open in their homes.

But here lies a fatal problem.

Even if a rift appeared with a 10% probability, it wouldn’t be entirely beneficial.

[Concept post: Did a rift open!!!!!]

(A picture of a house crumbling)

(A picture of a rift created proudly in the ruins)

If you see, just get lost.

[Recommended: 9999+] [Not Recommended: 1]

—Hahahaha.

—Damn, lol.

—What is this again, hahaha.

—This is hilarious, I’m dying laughing since morning, haha.

—What’s the situation?

—Yeah, right? Why is only the crumbling picture being posted?

—Author) The rift opened in the house’s pillar, causing it to lose balance and collapse. Damn.

—But aren’t the dwarves more adept in construction?

—For real, it feels like you asked this on purpose.

—Haha.

—Author) Damn it.

If a rift appeared in the corners of the house or the basement, that would be a blessing.

But frankly, what if it opened in the building’s structure?

Or what if it opened while you were sleeping, right above your body?

[Title: ?????]

(A picture too noisy to make out)

(A picture filled only with a black screen)

?????

I woke up and thought, where am I?

—Ah…

—This is a bit…

—I think I got caught in a rift;

—Author) Damn it, what should I do?

—How the hell should I know?

Then they end up in the back rooms.

But up to this point, I hadn’t taken the issue seriously.

“Medieval hygiene is like that, right?”

In a world where people die regularly and monsters invade constantly, hygiene was a secondary concern.

As usual, I was lying in bed, choosing food to order from the shop.

Eventually, the neglected problem erupted.

[Title: Damn!!! Monsters have appeared!!!]

(A grotesque image of waste-flesh screaming)

—What is that, just a monster.

—I’ve seen it for the first time, but it doesn’t look that strong, does it?

—What, are those items from the Head of the Gallery Marketplace visible?

—If allowed to attack, it would probably get tetanus, lol.

—Are you a newbie, author?

—For real? Can you not even take that down?

—Author) (Image of the Kellierhton capital background)

—Author) Damn, this is the capital.

—???

Monsters appeared in the middle of the capital street.