Demon Lord Gallery

Manmajeon.
The hub of the 600 series depth and a place no different from the stronghold of numerous Demon Lords.
There were a few things I hadn’t expected about this Manmajeon.
The first was that Manmajeon had an excessively modern/near-future design in city form, and the second was that Manmajeon was enormously larger than I thought.
That is, to the extent that it far exceeded my cognitive abilities.
“…Where is this?”
About an hour after getting off the ark and entering the city.
Although I had been running with all my might, the huge dome structure where the Manmajeon meeting was supposedly taking place was nowhere to be seen.
Clearly, when I saw it from the ark, it wasn’t that far away.
‘Is it because the ark was so big that the sense of perspective disappeared?’
But thinking like this, there were more than one or two things that didn’t add up.
Even if the sense of distance was distorted, it should have been right to reach it after running at full speed for an hour.
It seems like I’ve moved about a thousand kilometers, so it’s strange that I can’t reach it.
“Sigh…”
As I sighed and looked around for a moment, a miserable sight caught my eye.
Various pieces of flesh and pools of blood placed here and there on the road.
If I exaggerate a bit, it was close to a scene that might appear in some slasher movie or horror film.
It would be natural for an ordinary person to see such a scene and be unable to suppress their disgust and nausea and scream, but I was unfazed, and the reason was none other than familiarity.
‘How much fighting has been going on here?’
The first thing I encountered in this city was shattered buildings and roads drenched in blood.
At first, I was utterly bewildered, but thinking of the posts I had seen in the Demon Lord Gallery, I quickly concluded that these were ‘traces of Demon Lords fighting’ and was able to stay calm. After passing by the same scenery dozens or hundreds of times since then, I had become accustomed to this blood-soaked landscape.
The fact that I had become indifferent to such things while watching the arena in the gallery also played a part.
However, there was still one thing that was puzzling.
How many Demon Lords had engaged in brawls before the meeting started to leave so many traces?
Moreover, there were more than a few things that defied common sense, such as huge craters in the middle, collapsed buildings that had clearly been cut by a sword or something similar, massive crevasses in the ground, and so on.
‘By the way’
How on earth do I get to the dome structure?
It was clear that some kind of magic or something was in place, making it impossible to reach just by running.
Right now, if I climbed up the building standing next to me and looked at the city from the air, the dome structure would be right in front of me.
However, regardless of what I could see, no matter how much I ran, I couldn’t reach it.

It was clear that there was something in this city, but it was frustrating that nothing strange could be found even when using qi sense and abilities.
I wanted to ask the Demon Lord Gallery, but for some reason, the gallery window wouldn’t open, so this option was also not available.
As I was pondering solutions and taking a rest for a moment.
I reflexively turned around at the sudden sense of presence.
“Huh?”
What caught my eye was a robot.
To be more precise, it was a robot with the appearance of a metal suit that might appear in a SF movie.
These things that had popped out from somewhere approached a corner of the blood-soaked road and started sweeping and cleaning.
After staring blankly at that scene for a moment. Thinking that these robots might be some kind of solution, I hurriedly ran towards them.
“Excuse me─”
-I am an android for public service execution belonging to Manmajeon Marbas Company, identification number 621. What can I do for you?
“I have a few questions about Manmajeon.”
-Are you a Demon Lord visiting Manmajeon?
The robots were more friendly in their responses than I expected. I suppose that’s natural since they’re robots.
“Yes, I am. I was wondering where the main conference hall of Manmajeon is─”
-Guidance to the main conference hall of Manmajeon. Received. Identification number 669 will guide you. We would appreciate it if you could move according to the guidance.
Along with the answer, I saw a robot popping out from the work site.
As the robot immediately started sprinting down the road without looking back, I quickly chased after it.
We ran through several alleys and entered an underground passage, running for quite a while.
Just when I was starting to wonder how far we were going, the robot went up to the ground, and following it, I was able to greet the main conference hall building that I had been so eager to reach.
A black dome filling my entire field of vision.
Despite the bright sunlight in Manmajeon, the main conference hall building was pitch-black as if absorbing all light.
Like a black hole placed on the ground.
“Finally arrived.”
The entrance to the Manmajeon main conference hall was uniquely extraordinary.
There were doors starting from a human-sized 2m door, to dozens of meters large gates, and even huge doors hundreds of meters high, larger than ordinary buildings.
‘Are these doors made according to the races of Demon Lords?’
Thinking of some non-human Demon Lords I had seen in the gallery arena, for example, dragon-like Demon Lords or giant-type Demon Lords, it was natural in a way for doors of various sizes to exist.
However, one thing that was a bit questionable was what kind of Demon Lord would use that hundreds of meters large door.
Maybe there’s some kind of space monster-like Demon Lord or something.
Anyway, as I was leaving these impressions, the moment I opened the door and entered.
I felt something pulling my body in, and my vision blurred for a moment due to the sudden dizziness.
And as the dizziness subsided, what greeted me was.
“No, you bastard, do you think that makes any sense?!”
“Silence!! Silence!!!”
“If you’re going to interrupt every single thing, why don’t we just fight it out!”
“Manmajeon classes after 800, shut your traps!!!”
“Chairman!!! Chairman!!!”
It was tremendous noise.
Perhaps thanks to the noise that seemed to tear my eardrums. I could come to my senses in an instant.
As I hurriedly looked around, the scene I saw was as follows:
I saw a huge conference hall with a Colosseum-like shape that combined circular and stepped forms, similar to the arena that had been opened with the armband’s authority, and dozens to hundreds of seats were placed on each floor.
Those seats were the seats for the Demon Lords participating in the Manmajeon meeting, and those seats should have been packed with Demon Lords… but the current scene was a bit different.
The seats where Demon Lords were sitting properly and filling the space were just over half, and the rest of the Demon Lords had all left their seats and were engaged in a brawl.
Yes. It might sound like I heard wrong, but it’s indeed a brawl.
That word that doesn’t suit a conference hall at all, brawl.
“Hey you bastard, which class are you?”
“What’s important about class in the conference hall? The strong make the rules. Well, if you insist, should I treat you like a senior?”
Bang─!
“How many times do I have to say no explosion magic! Silence!!”
“What are you talking about, bombs are the medicine for muscle-brained bastards!”
“Chairman!! Chairman!!! Where the hell did the chairman go?!”
“The chairman went to take a short break, you idiot!”
The sound of flesh hitting flesh and flesh flying was rampant everywhere, and noise from various explosions was prevalent.
This was the Manmajeon main conference hall, and I had dropped right in the middle of it.
“Haha”
I’m going crazy.

While a blood-splattering brawl was taking place inside the Manmajeon main conference hall, and people were begging for the chairman to mediate the brawl by calling for him here and there.

The ‘chairman’ that someone was desperately looking for was enjoying his own kind of break.

Though it was closer to work than a break.

“Tsk”

The chairman of Manmajeon and the main manager of the Demon Lord Gallery.

What the Demon Lord, who uses the nickname ‘Half-skull’ in the gallery, was doing right now was browsing the gallery.

Of course, it was closer to management than simple browsing.

As evidence, there were not just a couple, but dozens of windows floating in front of ‘Half-skull’s’ eyes.

After flipping through dozens of windows including several message boxes, emails containing messages/video files, the main page of the Hero Gallery, group chats with someone, and so on for a while.

Finally, the main manager’s hand stopped on one message and the main page of the Demon Lord Gallery.

“I wondered why Mephistopheles suddenly contacted me.”

The screen that the main manager clicked on was none other than the concept posts of the Demon Lord Gallery.

The concept post board, which would normally be filled with various firewood and bait, or nonsense posts and slanderous posts for no reason, was showing a particularly different appearance today.

[Demon Lord Gallery]

[Concept Post Board]

[What the Manmajeon bastards have been doing so far_txt][51]

[Thumbs up if these bastards look like orphansㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ][204]

[Why Manmajeon bastards are disgusting.jpg][17]

[Manmajeon miserably perishes.jpg][29]

[Eradicate.the.deep-rooted.evils][41]

Hate posts towards Manmajeon-origin Demon Lords/gallery members were blatantly filling the concept post board.

Looking at how they filled not just the first page but also the 2nd and 3rd pages, it made one wonder what these Hell gallery members with so much firepower were doing during normal times.

These hate posts were increasingly crossing the line, and the fact that there were no pattacks, that is, armband wearers, who should be calming and managing the situation, played a part.

Even neutral Hell-origin gallery members, or gallery members trying to mediate, were unable to voice any opinions as they were buried under the post regeneration.

This runaway public opinion was increasingly crossing the line, and starting to go over the edge.

To the extent that even self-deprecating posts like this were being uploaded.

[There is no hope in this gallery]

[Author: ㅇㅇ(400.009)]

[Manmajeon bastards roll around meaningless bait and empty their brains while browsing the gallery every day

Hell-origin bastards are steeped in chosen people mentality and write hate posts for division

One side is just mindless copy-paste gallery members

The other side is just fundamental troublemaker gallery members

This gallery just has no answer.

Main manager, after this meeting ends, just close the gallery

These bastards just deserve to be crushed by Heaven and the Heroes]

[Concept: 109] [Not recommended: 204]

[Comments]

[ㅇㅇ(460.774): These gallery bastards just need to be purifiedㅋㅋ]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ(491.468): Including me, we’re all just idiots]

[ㅇㅇ(403.461): This is all because we’re living comfortably. It’s thanks to the main manager fighting at the forefront of the God-Demon War that we’re this relaxed]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ(403.461): If the main manager just abandons the absolute defense line and does a panty run, these gallery members would probably come to their sensesㅋ]

[ㅇㅇ(449.672): Critical hit troll entering the galleryㅋㅋ]

[ㅇㅇ(497.443): Yeah, next old fart critical hit troll~]

[ㅇㅇ(484.149): -Hero spy-]

It was truly a state where it wouldn’t be strange if the gallery exploded right now.
It had stopped at this level only because there were only Hell-origin gallery members now, but if Manmajeon gallery members flowed in after the meeting ended in this atmosphere, anyone could predict that the gallery would explode.
Censorship and ‘Tiananmen’ were needed as soon as possible, but─
“Interesting.”
The administrator, main manager ‘Half-skull’ didn’t do that.
He only deleted some terrorist posts, hate images, and promotional posts, but didn’t delete any posts located on the concept post board and just watched the gallery.
After a few minutes passed like that.
One of the numerous windows spread out in front of ‘Half-skull’ flickered and then newly opened.
[Sender: ㅇㅇ(400.000)]
[Recipient: Half-skull]
[Are you going to redirect this gallery firepower elsewhere?]
Someone’s message.
It was a short and simple message consisting of one sentence, but ‘Half-skull’ had been waiting for this message.
As much as he had been waiting, the reply was swift.
[Sender: Half-skull]
[Recipient: ㅇㅇ(400.000)]
[Yes. It burned perfectly before preparing for the grand plan. Thanks if you did it.
I’ve sent some gallery management authorities, so instigate the gallery moderately and prepare.]
A message consisting of two lines.
But for ‘Half-skull’, this message was a signal flare announcing the beginning of a longer and more complex plan than anything else.
An old, old plan that started from the beginning of time.
A plan to balance the distorted world.
A plan prepared by grinding countless manpower and resources.
A story befitting a grand plan was beginning at the fingertips of ‘Half-skull’.