This world was Earth, where different races had appeared and several decades had passed.
Maybe that’s why. Technologically speaking, there were definitely more advancements here compared to where I originally came from.
For example, humans could casually swap out their limbs like shopping for new clothes.
Or plug a chip into the back of their neck, replace their eyes with mechanical ones, and shop just by looking at things.
Giant airships quietly floated around in the city skies without making any noise.
Well, it’s not surprising considering Night Haven was packed with different races whose body structures differed from humans.
If you looked far enough, you could certainly feel like this was the future world.
But of course, only rich people got to enjoy these kinds of benefits.
However, due to the influence of war, cultural development seemed to have stagnated despite technological progress.
But when you actually lived here, it didn’t feel all that out of place.
For instance, SNS and online communities were still buzzing as usual, which felt familiar.
And even creative works seemed to pop up with just slightly altered titles—very recognizable stuff.
Of course, the big difference was that the internet was now filled with non-human races too.
Even so, considering we were decades behind, it was pretty easy to adapt to the internet here.
“Hmm, interesting. Almost half of the influencers rising to fame recently are different races. In real life, they’re avoided, but online, they’re super popular.”
It was quite an intriguing situation.
Clearly, offline, they were something to be feared and avoided.
But why did so many people love them online?
But if you thought about it differently… it made sense.
Life is a tragedy when seen up close, but a comedy from afar, right?
Maybe those different races felt scary and off-putting if they were near your house.
But through a screen, they might just seem cute and unique.
Plus, most famous influencers were openly beautiful elves, succubi, or beastmen who catered to niche tastes. Maybe it was better to be honest about one’s desires.
“Okay, basic analysis done. So this world’s internet feels like this. Got it. Then… Echo, where do normal people hang out online? Can you check?”
[Let me look into it…! Ah, according to human traffic data, the ‘Meta-Human’ category on a site called Pioneer seems to be the most popular!]
“Hmm, is that so? Looks like no matter what, the popular stuff always comes back to different races. Curious. Let me take a look.”
[I’ll connect you right away!]
I was so curious about what they were talking about.
Lying upside down, I held the screen up with both hands and urged Echo to hurry up and connect.
Echo immediately tried accessing the site, spinning icons appearing, but soon a notification popped up saying access was denied. Why?
[It seems this community blocks anonymous accounts. You probably need a verified account to access it…]
“Then make me one. I just want to browse today.”
[Sure! I’ll create a verified account based on the most commonly used information within the site.]
Ping. As soon as Echo finished speaking, the terminal screen displayed the inside of the community.
Wait, what? That fast? Is this legit?
Suddenly curious, I poked the screen with my fingertip to check the account info.
What showed up was some very basic personal information.
The name was Jane Smith, female, 25 years old.
There was a plausible email address, and it even had a paid Plus membership for extra features.
To think she whipped up such a convincing account in that short moment…
Is it okay for her to be this capable? It was starting to feel a little scary how much she could do.
But well, it worked in my favor, and I was going to ditch this account soon anyway.
With mixed feelings, I scratched my cheek and decided not to overthink it.
Besides, expecting common sense from Invader-related abilities was just a waste of time.
They already destroyed one world, after all. This was nothing!
“So… let’s see what everyone’s talking about in the most popular online community.”
After organizing my thoughts, I checked out the top posts ranked by popularity.
Right away, the posts screamed for attention, classic clickbait.
How did every single one of them make me want to click? They really had a talent for this.
Especially the top one: “Centaur vs Merperson vs Orc.” I couldn’t resist.
What even happened there? Why were Centaurs fighting Merpeople, and why did an Orc barge in?!
Before I knew it, I forgot my original plan to mess around on the internet with Echo’s help.
Rolling around under the blanket, I couldn’t help but happily browse through posts and reactions.
Not only was the content juicier than the short videos I’d seen earlier,
but the whole situation of watching bizarre events from around the world from my little hideout was incredibly fun.
“Hehe, arguments about who the strongest Pixie is are also entertaining. Of course, high rankings don’t necessarily mean strength.”
Among all the posts, the one about Pixies caught my eye the most.
Since there were plenty of Pixies among the different races,
it was natural for Pixie talk to pop up often in this community.
And the hottest debate here? Who was the strongest Pixie.
Huh? There’s a ranking, so why is this even debatable?
Tsk tsk, that’s because you only know one thing and not the other.
Pixie rankings merely convert performance and popularity into scores to create a list.
Thinking higher ranks automatically mean strength is something only newbie Pixie fans would say.
Plus, there’s the issue of compatibility depending on fighting styles.
Certain situations can make someone twice as strong—or much weaker.
In the grand scheme of things, arguing about who’s the strongest Pixie was essentially meaningless.
But Lion vs Tiger, Baseball Bat vs Dagger, Shark vs Crocodile…
Arguing about who’s stronger has always been its own kind of fun content.
Naturally, I was all for jumping into this debate.
“My pick is Mayor Dragon from his prime. After all, everything else is beneath dragons anyway.”
In the end, history always circles back to dragons being the ultimate power.
With that conclusion, I gracefully exited the never-ending debate arena.
No need to mix with clueless people who didn’t know what happened when Pixies fought.
What do you guys know? Have you even seen them fight? I’ve seen it! Well, in manga, but still.
As I basked in my overwhelming sense of superiority, whistling while browsing other posts,
suddenly, a comment caught my eye that made me frown.
ㄴ 00apart : Still, people actually believe this crap lol. Thinking magic exists is pretty naive, isn’t it? Even idiots should know scientifically impossible things don’t exist. Tsk tsk.
What’s this? Some new troll species?
I tilted my head and glanced at the comment. Below it were a whopping 100 replies.
Looking through the heated exchange of insults, it seemed this troll genuinely believed magic didn’t exist.
Ugh, people like this actually existed.
Sure, there were probably people in this world who’d never met a different race.
Some might claim this was all fake news, but still.
This was too aggressive. What a nasty person. My mood suddenly soured.
Frowning at the troll’s stubborn comments amidst verbal beatings from countless others, I eventually smiled.
“Aha, let’s use this person. I was feeling a bit guilty about doing bad things, but messing with this guy won’t bother my conscience.”
Trolling with mean comments, huh? You picked the wrong day to mess with me.
Watching 00apart typing nasty comments in real-time, I brought Echo to my forehead.
“Echo, does this site send notifications when someone comments?”
[Yes.]
“Then leave a random comment for this person, then delete it immediately. About a hundred times?”
[That’s… quite an easy task!]
Behold, infinite notification hell!
Hehe, I wonder how they’ll react. I watched intently as the troll continued arguing in the comments.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes…
Just as I thought it should start kicking in, a private message arrived.
Surprisingly, it was from that same troll.
[00apart: What the hell are you?! A macro? My terminal froze! Are you losing the argument so you’re using a secondary account to harass me? Huh, try harder! Damn you! I’m reporting you and getting your account banned!]
Oh ho, looks like it worked perfectly.
I giggled at the troll flailing like a freshly caught fish, then brought Echo back to my forehead.
“Send another hundred!”
[It seems the user has blocked notifications.]
“Can you unblock them?”
[…Of course.]
Oh, you can unblock notifications too? Impressive.
As I nodded approvingly, Echo probably sent another hundred notifications to the troll.
This time, it took about ten minutes for the troll to reply with a much deflated message.
[00apart: How did you unblock my notification settings? You damn hacker! Anyway, I have other accounts, so deleting this one doesn’t matter. Waste your time, you piece of trash!]
“Echo, restore that person’s account.”
[Done. Account deletion has been canceled.]
“This time, three hundred!”
Trying to mentally justify escaping, huh? I’m not letting go until you say what I want to hear.
I threw three times the amount of notification bombs at the troll.
By now, their terminal was probably completely frozen from endless notifications.
Thinking about it, it was kind of pitiful… but they should’ve spoken nicer in the first place.
While browsing through interesting posts, I noticed another private message from the troll after a while.
[00apart: What did you do?]
[Jane Smith: (Spinning wheel emoji)]
[00apart: Why won’t the notifications stop even after I deleted the account, uninstalled the app, and disconnected from the internet! What did you do?!]
[Jane Smith: (Emoji of an ugly chicken pecking the ground)]
[00apart: I was wrong, dammit! Stop already! What do you want from me!!!]
Whoa, they completely lost it. Watching the troll’s mental collapse, I rolled my eyes and closed the chat window.
Hmm, they’ve reflected enough. Let’s call it a day!
As I quietly thought this and pretended to browse other posts,
suddenly, a suspicious red notification appeared at the top of the screen.
[Admin has permanently banned your account. If you wish to appeal, please leave a message at (link).]
Oh, I got banned. How did they find out?
Kicked out of the community like a dog, I blinked for a moment.
Permanent ban, huh? Did they figure out this was a fake account? Sharp-eyed admins.
Bringing Echo back to my forehead, I thought,
Next time, let’s troll the admin without getting caught.
Such a mischievous mindset, like a petty thief.
[Um, um, Lady Yuria… my energy is running a bit low…]
Huh, so you use Rift Energy for your abilities too?
This was a slightly surprising piece of news.
