Chapter 70

[Title: I Was Wrong]

Author: Duke Mark’s Deputy

I considered myself an intellectual.

Since I thought I knew everything, I believed my actions were right.

But I was wrong, and

the Head of the Gallery was right.

As a principled person, I couldn’t change the world.

So what should I do?

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– Hmm, I’ll give it 3 points.

– Is this just another common early morning sentimental post?

– I feel like swearing…

– LOL, I’m holding back because it’s the Duke’s Deputy.

– At least I’m not a hypocrite noble.

“This is something new…”

A post appeared in the early morning.

The author was Duke Mark’s Deputy.

If said in a good way, it’s filled with anguish and reflection; if said in a bad way, it’s just emotional garbage.

Did he drink or something?

I shifted my gaze to the conceptual post.

The Gallery was essentially a cradle of pleasure, where all kinds of stimulating and horrific hybrids roamed.

– LOL, I have 100 of every kind of tuna can.jpg

– So envious, calculating Gallery Doctor’s emergency fees.

– Seeking lunch recommendations today.

– Hey, when are you going to post about Healthy God!!!!!

“Just another day.”

But that’s exactly what makes it fun.

By now, it’s been 5 hours since I started reading the conceptual posts.

– Purchased and reviewed a fairy tale book…jpg

– What the hell is life?

– I doubt I’ve been living properly.

“What?”

The conceptual posts began to get strange.

*

I released a fairy tale book in the marketplace.

It all started from there.

[Title: I Bought New Products at the Marketplace!!!]

(Certification photo of two fairy tale books)

I even successfully bought both books, haha.

Here we go!

I’ll read and leave a review.

– When will I get to own these?

– (Screaming Elf Con)

– You horrible bastard, I’m so damn envious!

– The marketplace is a treasure trove. No matter what you buy, it’s profitable, and using it is profitable too.

– Envious young man.

A new product was listed at the marketplace.

Of course, it sold out in less than a few minutes.

Fairy tale books were valued at about 10 Mana Pills each.

Even common folk could indulge in a bit of luxury if they wanted.

And about 2 hours after it sold out, bizarre posts started to flood the conceptual board.

[Title: I Was Too Stiff a Person]

(Last scene of Match Girl)

This isn’t just a novel; it’s reality.

While somewhere in the world, the Match Girl is dying, remembering her grandmother,

I was like a greedy uncle, busy hiding tuna cans and eating alone.

I was trash.

– LOL, a rigid youth.

– Author) Shut up and match the atmosphere.

– No, what the heck is this?

– What happened to the latest sentiment posts?

– The Head of the Gallery released poison!

– No, it’s just that the Head of the Gallery made me realize I was the poison. I might be no different from the cruel uncle of the Match Girl.

– Ugh, stop the word spam!

– Please don’t put periods!

– Aggghhh!!!

“No.”

Suddenly, my head throbbed.

How long has it been since I saw a tactical nuke made of words?

I felt a mix of awe, admiration, and disgust at the thought of shitting out words.

– Next part… next part…

– The Head of the Gallery is indeed a god.

– Great Magician Literature Half-Elf Cute Girl/Head of the Gallery.

– But really, the Gallery is breaking my heart…

The Gallery doesn’t understand literature.

Right now, all that mattered was what to eat for lunch today—the question of survival.

A classic masterpiece falling into such a place was like a literary atomic bomb.

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I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire: The Head of the Gallery, awaken. Awaken!

I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire: (Vampire Con, fist clenched and sobbing)

I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire: Poor Anna… Save Anna.

Full-Peel Elf: That’s right, bad Head of the Gallery!

Full-Peel Elf: Save Anna!!

Head of the Gallery*: .

This isn’t the fairy tale I wrote?

And I had no intention of adapting it.

Why would I, a mere ordinary person, mess with classic literature?

Instead, I left a little thought in response to the downpour of complaints from the Gallery.

– Head of the Gallery*) Honestly, I think the fairy tale concluded perfectly with a tragic ending…

The Match Girl ended with a tragic conclusion.

But perhaps because of that, it resonated deeper in people’s hearts and sparked change.

Could it have become a masterpiece with an ending of “And they lived happily ever after”?

– Head of the Gallery, what does that even mean?!

– What?! You bastard…

– It’s just like the Head of the Gallery.

– Anna is like my sister.

– Damn it, save her!!!

Of course, how Gallum accepted it was another issue.

I released two fairy tales in the marketplace.

One was the Match Girl.

The other was A Dog of Flanders.

Both had the commonality of being unequivocal masterpieces that are still talked about today.

The other one…

– Save Patrasche!

– I don’t need to tell you twice.

– I’m genuinely curious.

– Head of the Gallery, can you handle it?

– Is that why you’re overflowing with shit?

– Why are you dealing with your shit?

– Why the Head of the Gallery should be dealing with your shit, you bastard.

– The Chief can’t hold back his anger…

Both ended in death.

Embracing a fluffy art style and a cheerful atmosphere made everyone expect a happy ending.

But what returned was a death ending.

The Gallery couldn’t handle the inner wounds.

Next, threats and even negotiation letters started to rise.

– Head of the Gallery oppa, is this really happening?

– What do you want! What do you want?! Shall I post a meme or something?

– Healthy God) That’s right! It’s too much! ㅠ3ㅠ

– Arrest!

– When will you post!!!

– Head of the Gallery*) You’re worse!

– Head of the Gallery*) Are you really going to be like this?

– Healthy God) ^u^;

The main negotiator wasn’t even at the table.

“This is more effective than I expected!”

It wasn’t just bad influences.

In fact, the positives were more pronounced.

The Gallums who read the fairy tale began performing acts of kindness, which was the first result.

[Concept Post: Encountered a Beggar on the Street, LOL]

(Picture of a trembling girl from hunger)

(Taking her to a restaurant and giving her a full set meal)

(Picture of a happily smiling little girl)

LOL, how dare you starve in front of me!

Especially looking exactly like the Match Girl, Anna!

When I asked, she said she had no parents and no name.

So I decided to name her!!

From today onwards, her name is Anna.

I’ll make sure she’ll never dare starve or suffer until I die!

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– Your tone is the worst, but your actions are top-notch?

– You’ll go to heaven when you die, you fucking bastard.

– Author) Thanks, you fuck.

– What on earth is this conversation?

– Heartwarming words from the gallery’s masculine heroes, huh?

Immediately it began helping others.

While the marketplace largely alleviated food issues, there were still limits.

Without Mana Pills, no matter how cheap something was, you couldn’t buy it.

But the Gallums who were traumatized by the tragic ending of the fairy tale aimed to create a happy ending in reality.

The result led to a decrease in daily casualties.

“No, did we really reduce deaths this much?”

Through Gallery statistics, there were several instances of wills and laments posted daily.

The frequency of such posts had practically disappeared.

While deaths caused by monsters were unavoidable,

at least dying of hunger in the city due to other people was gone.

“This is incredibly effective.”

Shall I distribute one more?

This time, I had a fairy tale I had been thinking about.

If until now, I was passing out easy and light fairy tales, this time I planned to distribute a novel.

The title was Les Misérables.

Familiar to more as the story of Jean Valjean, I completed the bulk purchase to register it in the marketplace.

Now I just had to post it.

– Common folk, unite!

– The end of noble society!

– Has the Head of the Gallery ever been wrong? Surely there are sufficient reasons for this ideology.

“What.”

An even stranger state of Gallums began to appear.

“Is this a new meme?”

I wondered if it was a new trend I wasn’t aware of.

But no, the Gallums were serious.

– All men are created equal.

– Stand up, you too!

Even the phrases felt unusual.

Feeling a strange vibe, I checked the items listed in the marketplace, and didn’t I find something odd in the mix?

[Set of 3 Books] – 30 Mana Pills

1. Fairy Tale ‘Match Girl’

2. Fairy Tale ‘A Dog of Flanders’

3. Bestseller ‘Imperialism’

“What the hell is this?”

It claimed to be a random assortment of fairy tales/bestsellers.

[Category – Fairy Tale/Bestseller]

[Random Books 3] – 30P

But I realized only after checking again.

That they were fairy tales and bestsellers.

“Hey, Sis System, what is this?”

At that moment, something flashed through my mind.

In this bulk purchase of random books, two fairy tales and Imperialism appeared.

But perhaps this was a good thing.

I entered the marketplace’s fairy tale/bestseller category with a bit of hope, and

I ended up spotting ‘that book’ right at the top.

[My Struggle] – 25P

First published on July 18, 1925.

A bestseller from the early 1900s.

“Oh…”

Was it possible that this could be distributed based on chance?

Looking back, Imperialism was the good deal.

*

“Hm… Hrm…”

Duke Mark’s Deputy.

He was deep in thought at his office, furrowing his brow.

“What an incredibly progressive idea. But there are definite problems.”

Adrian’s Failure.

The Emperor’s mad deeds and Duke Isaac’s involvement.

The resulting devastation of Fron.

Once a small number of people gain decision-making power, the nation is bound to tilt eventually.

Who would have guessed that the once great empire would collapse under the collaboration of two people?

“But ultimately, this isn’t any different.”

Everyone works with the thought that we’re all equal, with a common goal.

But who decides the goal?

Who determines whether the specified goal is right or not?

Duke Mark’s Deputy was inspired by this red book, yet couldn’t execute it recklessly.

But suddenly, an answer came to mind.

Who was the one that let this book circulate in the marketplace?

“Wait a minute!”

BANG!

Duke Mark rose sharply from his seat, two questions forming in his mind.

What if the Head of the Gallery was not just a small number who holds decision power?

What if, just like the book says, he sees himself as the representative of the group, thinking he belongs to it?

“Marketplace…”

Moreover, the Head of the Gallery possessed the magical ability to exchange all commodities and Mana Pills for something else through the marketplace.

The answer to the problem lay with the Head of the Gallery.

And the words that Duke Mark would soon utter were only one.

“The end of this system!”

The Fron region began to be dyed in red.