I Became a Gallery Manager in Another World

Chapter 12: Don't Talk To Me X Interaction X Monologue O (1)

Sacred Power Container: Yes, Master.

To summarize my conversation with Yuris in two words, it would go like this:

so hot.

First, I did it twice after seeing the initial chest photo.

Then, I did it three more times after she posted an additional verification photo.

And twice more while chatting in the comments.

In total, I pleasured myself seven times while thinking of Yuris.

I really want to have her.

Just imagining Yuris calling me master and panting was enough to revive my excitement for the seventh time.

Of course, I didnt actually believe Id become the true master of the saint candidate.

If I approached Yuris and declared, Ahem, I am your master! security would probably apprehend me immediately.

Maybe Yuris only indulged in this roleplay because she was momentarily blinded by lust, like me?

Thats hot too, but

After self-pleasuring, I might delete all the comments in a wave of regret.

This is just a gallery concept. Dont confuse it with reality.

Honestly, its a little disappointing

But having saved all the photos and roleplayed as the master of the saint candidate, even for just a moment, was satisfying enough.

I opened the gallery again, being careful not to make any mistakes.

[Baby! I'm BabyNapmi! Feed me!][5]

[Who would win, an Advanced Magician VS an Advanced Spirit Master?][24]

[Stop! Using! Nuclear! Magic! You! Moving! Bastard!][4]

[Magical Girl Urara Episode 217 (Fighting in a Magical Girl Reverse Bunny Outfit)][44]

As soon as I reopened the gallery, as always, there were tons of outlandish posts.

Among them, one particularly infuriating post made me chuckle.

This guy is always so angry.

I had thought the 19-year-old genius high elf girl spirit master was impressive when she appeared in the newspaper, but now they all seemed the same.

[Author: JustSayNiceThings] = Elfrida Carlerea

[Stop. Using. Nuclear. Magic. You. Moving. Bastard.]

I'll kill you if I find you.

(74.812): But you can't find me, right? You get angry but can't do anything, right?

JustSayNiceThings: You bastard! Really, stop using a VPN!

(74.812): Oh, stop usin' da VPN~!

JustSayNiceThings: You... I'll really kill you. Just show up with your real nickname. I'll find you no matter what.

(74.812): Show up with yo' real nickname~ I'll find ya~

JustSayNiceThings: Where the hell do you live! Tell me your location, you bastard!

From the posts in the gallery, one would never guess she was a genius high elf.

Rather, she seemed a bit lacking.

Even someone who had contracted with four major elements at 19 behaved like this in the gallery. Clearly, the gallery and reality were worlds apart.

Ah, right.

(89.74): Link to the tactical nuke?

JustSayNiceThings: Ahh! What the hell is this now, damn! Why are you looking for that!

(89.74): Haha, just curious.

JustSayNiceThings: Are you insane? If you're so curious, go see it for yourself. (link)

Despite her swearing, the high elf shared what was requested, and I silently expressed my gratitude.

Heart pounding

If Yuris, a 0.5 tactical nuke, was this exciting, I wondered how exhilarating a real tactical nuke would be.

With high expectations, I clicked the link

[The post has been deleted.]

What a shame.

(89.74): Its been deleted?

JustSayNiceThings: So what, damn! Why are all these anonymous jerks so annoying today! Damn!

Ignoring the high elf who was swearing without living up to her nickname, I scrolled through the newly updated posts.

Huh?

I felt a faint sense of joy seeing a familiar name after a long time.

Estelle Blackdahlia

Aside from my childhood friend Evelyn, Estelle was the closest thing to an acquaintance I had encountered in the gallery.

I had spent a year in the same class as Estelle at the academy.

Though we werent exactly close.

Nevertheless, seeing someone I knew in the gallery gave me a somewhat ticklish sensation in my heart.

[Author: EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone] = [Estelle Blackdahlia]

[A person who will commit suicide in 100 days (Don't Talk to Me X Interaction X Monologue O)][0]

(A picture of a pink bunny wearing a hood with a white skull, winking.jpg)

Why am I always unhappy? Why was I born like this? Why must I suffer so much? What did I do wrong to deserve this pain? They say the opposite of suicide is to live, don't they? Don't make me laugh. If you want me to live, first try flipping this rotten world upside down. Honestly, I want to be happy, too, but life is too depressing. I'll do everything I want for 100 days, and then I'll commit suicide.

.

What should I say?

I expected something not very pleasant from the title, but

This was shockingly different from what I had imagined for Evelyn.

Admittedly, I knew little about Estelle, even after spending a year in the same class as her.

Estelle missed many classes due to her leg disability, sat far from others, and always seemed engrossed in reading during breaks as if she didnt want to be disturbed.

But I didnt expect her to write something like this

Even as a concept, I found the post excessively depressing and strange. That was until someone commented.

Whoopee: She always posts weird images and talks about wanting to die. Pick a nicer concept.

EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone: It's not a weird image. It's Perumigo. And it's not a concept. Read the title. I'm monologuing, so don't comment.

Whoopee: Lol, then write in a diary. Why post on the gallery?

EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone: Excuse me. I said don't comment. It's a monologue. If you don't like it, block it. Why do you keep commenting?

Whoopee: Then block me, lol. Why tell others to block but not do it yourself?

EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone: This is my post. Why do you keep commenting when I said not to? Can't you read? Is your brain damaged? Doesn't my word sound like human speech? What's your name? I'll definitely write it down when I die, so tell me your name.

Whoopee: What are you saying, lol?

EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone: Hello? Why aren't you responding? You kept commenting when I told you not to, but now, why don't you answer when I speak? Do you find my words funny? What's your name?

EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone: Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?

Despite her comment spam, Whoopee didnt respond, and eventually, Estelle stopped as well.

Thats what I thought anyway.

[Author: Whoopee] = [Penelophil Depodil]

[Something weird is sticking to me;;][65]

(Why did you suddenly disappear? Answer me. Don't run away. Answer me.jpg)

I commented a few times on the posts of someone who always wrote depressing posts, and she spammed comments in return. I ignored her, but now she's spamming comments on my old posts;;; It's kind of scary. What should I do?

(74.812): Lol, have you really used your real nickname with one of the three main villains of the gallery? You're screwed?

(53.74): Seriously, you're done for, lol. She's going to follow you around for a while.

Whoopee: What are the three main villains? Why shouldn't I use my real nickname?

(74.812): Engaging with your real nickname is asking for a headache, lol. Why do you think we use anonymous comments? Lol.

(211.209): The three main villains of the gallery are VPN Tactical Nuke Anonymous, EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone, and JustSayNiceThings. Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.𝘤𝑜𝓂 for the best novel reading experience

JustSayNiceThings: Damn it, why am I the villain?!!! It's ridiculous to equate me with a tactical nuke.

(211.209): What's your opinion on demons?

JustSayNiceThings: Dirty, rude, and despicable creatures.

(211.209): And elves?

JustSayNiceThings: The most superior and beautiful race in the world.

(211.209): This is why you're the villain.

JustSayNiceThings: Damn it, what can I do if the superior is truly superior!

EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone: Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete...

EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone: Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete...

EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone: Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete...

EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone: Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete...

Chilling!

A shiver ran down my spine as I saw the flood of comments.

Is this really their character?

Many had brought a character into the gallery, but this felt like sincerity.

Certainly, Estelles personality isnt the best

I had seen Estelle fight only once, during our first year.

Estelle, who usually read during breaks, was away from her seat, perhaps visiting the restroom.

While she was absent, her classmate Delphicia sat at Estelles desk.

Thats my desk.

Oh, Ill move.

But when Estelle returned and spoke up, Delphicia casually moved, as if she had just been sitting in the empty seat.

It could have ended there without any incident

The issue arose when Delphicia began scribbling in Estelles book while chatting with a friend.

Estelle, expressionless, checked the book and, without warning, cast a spell at Delphicia

Snap

A chunk of Delphicias hair had been cut off.

Ahh! What the! You, you, you Are you crazy?!

Why did you scribble in my book?

What? You cast a spell on me just because I scribbled in a book? Youre insane!!

I knew it. You did it without thinking.

It wasnt even anger.

Estelle spoke calmly as if the outcome was expected.

Dont touch my things again. Next time, it wont be your hair, but your hand.

Hey This jerk thinks shes right just because she speaks nicely!!

Afterward, Evelyn and I stepped in to calm them down.

It is dangerous.

Delphicia was wrong to scribble in someone elses book, but Estelles use of magic was an overreaction.

The incident fortunately occurred towards the end of our first year.

As the holidays began just a few days later, and despite Delphicia glaring at Estelle on occasion, the year concluded without any additional incidents.

Reflecting on that memory made Estelles character seem more real to me.

Were in the same class in the second year too I should try to talk more.

Although we hadnt become close during the first year, I closed the gallery with thoughts of befriending her for the sake of saving the world.