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“Die!”

“Screech!”

The arrow flew swiftly and pierced the body of the fleeing rabbit.

“This is it!”

One of the hunters cheered at the sight.

“Since I won as promised, hand over the money.”

“Yeah, take it all.”

The man who successfully hunted the rabbit received a small amount of money from the other fellow hunters.

This was the so-called rabbit hunting game.

The hunters who discovered the taste of Hali Gali at the village chief’s house had created this hunting game.

They bet a small amount of money on who would catch the rabbit first.

However.

“Hahaha… Ha. Phew.”

“…Tsk.”

This is boring.

For those who had tasted Hali Gali, this game was way too trivial.

After all, what kind of game do hunters play with rabbit hunting?

“This lack of finesse, the finesse.”

“It needs that ringing joy.”

But they failed to purchase Hali Gali.

Due to some crazy person, Hali Gali had long since disappeared from the marketplace.

They created similar games like this, but there was no way to capture the taste of Hali Gali.

To begin with, it was embarrassing to compare a modern card game with a game that had just started in the medieval era.

“How many more hours do we have to sit here?”

“…About 6 hours?”

“Damn.”

The average hunting duration was 8 hours.

At that moment, when they felt despaired about how to fill the long void of time—

[A new system has opened – Gallery Omok]

Compete in 1v1 matches and get ranked!

Many rewards are waiting for you!

“What the…”

At that moment, a new system appeared in the Gallery.

The hunters who had tasted dopamine without hesitation pressed the accept button.

*

Omok.

A very simple game where you win by lining up five in a row, guaranteed to be fun.

“The problem is attracting players…”

No matter how well made it is, it doesn’t matter if people don’t play.

So, securing a user base is half the battle.

– Open it immediately!!!

– We have to start right away

– This is your last warning. If you keep making me anxious, I’ll shit right here

ㄴ The gallery is not a bathroom

ㄴ You’re eating here, you bastard

“Half the battle is done already.”

Thanks to the glory of Hali Gali, securing a user base was easy.

Now, the remaining task was to attract interest in Omok before it faded away.

The more you know, the more fun it is.

Typically, people learn step by step through simple matches or explanations.

But unfortunately, everyone here was a newbie.

“Well then, I should step up.”

It was time for my past life’s gallery nickname and side character to come forth for such moments.

“Secret of the Literature Ghost is deployed.”

[Secret of the Literature Ghost has opened a 1v1 room!]

[Room Title – Only Noob! LOL]

– ?

– What’s with this cocky newbie?

– Ah lol I’ll beat you up so just wait ㅋㅋ

Once I set a title to spark some competitive spirit, inevitably someone would enter.

[Tuna Can Queen has entered the room!]

“Hmm?”

The problem was that a rather familiar nickname had entered.

“Should I make a new room?”

I contemplated for a moment but shook my head.

The competition is always cold-blooded.

Above all, I needed someone to set an example in order to establish the rules going forward.

Even if I ran into someone I knew, I couldn’t drop my identity as a side character.

Tuna Can Queen: Hi

Secret of the Literature Ghost: LOL

Tuna Can Queen: O u O?

At that moment, when all the eyes in the gallery gathered, the game began with a stake.

[Both sides pay 1 ticket.]

[The winner takes all tickets.]

[Tickets can be used at the marketplace.]

– Oh, what? We’re betting money on this too?

– But they call it a ticket

– They placed some heavy restrictions monthly. But seems like you can buy cheaper at the marketplace?

Tickets are literally game money.

Purchasable items are limited, but it was made as a device to stimulate competition.

There was no risk of making big purchases or going bankrupt with this.

Secret of the Literature Ghost: Newbies go first, LOL

The black stone is the first to go.

The Tuna Can Queen went first but made a newbie mistake, placing it awkwardly in the corner.

“Well, it’s your first time, so that’s okay.”

But I had no intention of going easy.

Even if I was up against a kindergarten kid, I would give it my all.

Tuna Can Queen: Hmm, hehe…

– Wow, she’s really good

– What’s with the black stone? Where’d you come from?

– Wow, that’s crazy! LOL

ㄴ If I got hit like that, I’d seriously go find her

I countered all the three lines that Tuna Queen was making.

I intentionally spread the white stones all over the corners.

Tuna Can Queen: Got it! 3 stones!

– Nice job!

– But don’t we need 5 stones to win?

– She’s cute, so I’ll upvote it

Fortunately, after a long and arduous struggle, Tuna Queen managed to make her 3 stones…

Nonetheless, the fall is greater the higher you rise.

I immediately placed my stones and made 33 stones.

Secret of the Literature Ghost: LOL

Tuna Can Queen: o O o

“Game over.”

No matter where she placed, there was no way to block my stones.

Though she bit her lip, desperately trying to cover each corner, there was no way she could.

[‘Secret of the Literature Ghost’ wins!]

[All tickets from the loser have been collected!]

One ticket was worth one Tuna Can.

The Tuna Queen lost one Tuna Can right then.

Tuna Can Queen: Ah…

My heart ached at the sight of the devastated Tuna Queen.

– Ugh, you garbage!

– If you have a conscience, give it back!

– Pay up and leave, you jerk!

– Aren’t you afraid of the Guardians of Kellierhton, who number in the hundreds of thousands???

Naturally, those watching were also stimulated by the actions of my side character.

But the world of competition is always merciless.

To attract more Omok users, I reluctantly had to make a decision.

[Title: I’m sorry… I’ll return your ticket…txt]

Author: Secret of the Literature Ghost

(A frog con laughing hysterically)

That won’t happen, Gallum, LOL

(A meme about holding two tickets in hand)

The ticket I bet on?

(A meme of Tuna Cans scattered on the ground)

(An annoying looking frog meme)

No matter what happens!!!

Absolutely!!!!!

Never returns, Gallum, LOL

(A frog meme dancing with a mirrored effect)

Hahahaha

Hahaha

Hahaha

[Recommended 1412] [Not Recommended 9999+]

– Hahaha, you bastards!

– Your post, damn it! LOL

– So funny, haha!

– Should I give it a try too?

– Whether I win or lose, I’ll definitely get that dopamine

– Looking for a newbie to 1v1 and break their head

Fortunately, the Gallums understood the rules of Omok and began to take an interest in it.

– Looking for a newbie to 1v1

– 33 banned, automatic loss rule if you use 33

– Host scam map, starting with black stones

And naturally, I input the rules I demonstrated with the 33 stones as cheating.

I succeeded in understanding the rules and making the Gallery game a hit!

Tuna Can Queen: Head of the Gallery…

Head of the Gallery*: Oops?

Tuna Can Queen: That ‘Secret of the Literature Ghost,’ could you tell me where they live?

Of course, Tuna Can Queen’s obsession with the competitive spirit was unexpectedly strong.

Head of the Gallery*: For a game, that’s a bit difficult, hehe;

Tuna Can Queen: I will find you no matter what…

“Since there’s no reason to get caught anyway.”

I brushed it off and checked the Gallery Omok system.

[Number of Rooms Opened – 1942]

[Ticket Sale Revenue – 4032 Mana Pills]

Though it’s possible to create free rooms without betting tickets, revenue was already starting to roll in.

However, the monthly limit per person was set at 10 Mana Pills.

That is, 50 tickets.

Setting the maximum stakes at 1 ticket per match, I established a separate source for ticket supply.

“Now, when I hold events in the gallery, I can give tickets as rewards.”

This prevents excessive spending in advance.

It was intended for purposes like events, so I had some high hopes.

– No way, you bastard, it’s forbidden to use 33, ah lol [42]

– The reason why black is better than white.txt [31]

– Damn it, Head of the Gallery, you need to see this now! [132]

“Hmm?”

However, my gaze fell upon a strange post appearing among the newly posted ones.

Typically, there are a lot of those bait posts, but the number of comments next to it stood out.

It was strangely high for something that seems like just a bait post, concerning the unusual number of views and comments.

I had seen this several times before, so when I clicked on the post, at that moment it struck me.

[Title: Damn it, Head of the Gallery, you need to see this now]

Author: Live Long and Prosper

(A picture of a rift several dozen meters long)

Outside the southern rondel village of the Adrian Empire

Outside the southern rondel village of the Adrian Empire

Outside the southern rondel village of the Adrian Empire

Outside the southern rondel village of the Adrian Empire

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– Damn, what’s with the size of that rift?

– This doesn’t seem like just a bait post; it seems like a real situation

– Let’s make sure Head of the Gallery sees this

– Upvote that damn thing

“Well, how did it get that big?”

It was larger than any rift that had ever appeared thus far.

No, it was inadequate to describe it as big.

A rift at least dozens of meters long had manifested, sucking everything around it.

In front of that overwhelming size, only the urgent positional information remained in the post.

– Head of the Gallery*) Are you okay? Can you chat right now?

[‘12-gauge Shotgun’ 1 unit, ‘Bullet’ 3 rounds delivered!]

Though I had no idea about the author’s whereabouts, it was clear they weren’t in a good situation.

So, in a hurry, I tried to send a chat, but there was no reply.

“Please tell me they’re not dead?”

The post was still up.

If a Gallum dies, all the posts they made would be deleted, so they weren’t dead yet.

I was contemplating what I should provide as support when this moment arrived.

Live Long and Prosper:.

Head of the Gallery*: Oh man, can you chat right now?

Live Long and Prosper:.

Live Long and Prosper:.

Live Long and Prosper: (A pic of a monster checking out the gallery)

Live Long and Prosper: (A pic of the author half-dead)

Live Long and Prosper: (A pic of a monster laughing unpleasantly)

[The post has been deleted.]

[IP does not exist.]

The ominous pictures came with the complete deletion of the post.

A monster used the gallery.

 

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