I Became the Head of Returners Gallery

Eventually, Sena signed the contract agreeing to broadcast her private life 24 hours a day.

It wasn’t that she signed without any hesitation.

Before going to the other world, and in the other world too, she had consistently been poor and needed a place to live right away.

She needed food to survive today, clean clothes to wear today.

“Thank you for your quick decision. Then… would you like to meet your sister, Yoon Dana?” “D-Dana is alive?” “Yes. Since you’ve signed the contract, I’ll tell you. I am Seon Jun, the vice president of the Tower Climber Association and the guild master of the Transcendence Guild.”

Seon Jun, the man who brought Sena, handed her his business card.

“Ex-excuse me…” “Yes?” “What about my other family members… my parents and older sisters?”

Seon Jun suddenly bowed his head.

As if he was frustrated that he couldn’t protect Sena’s family.

“Unfortunately… we couldn’t protect them.” “Then…” “The association protected Yoon Dana who was in the hospital, but the other family members were sucked into the tower… I’m sorry. As the family of a returnee and an S-class Tower Climber, we should have paid more attention…!” “Ah…”

She began to cry as soon as she heard about her family.

She had fought to return home.

She had endured to meet her family.

The residents of the other world were wary of her necromancer class that could control corpses.

No matter how clean she was, she had to endure insults that she smelled like corpses.

She had even been stoned for being an ominous corpse artist entering the village.

“Hic… ugh…”

As Sena sobbed, Seon Jun knelt and met her eyes.

“But there is a way to save your family members.” “What kind of method… what is that way…” “You need to climb to the 100th floor, the top of the tower. Our Tower Climber Association will support Yoon Sena’s ascent.”

And so Sena climbed the tower.

To save her family, she climbed floors that no one else had been able to.

Her tower climbing and even her daily life were broadcast 24 hours a day through the Tower Climber Association channel.

Sena was lonely.

Because there were no tower climbers who could withstand the dark magic emitted by her as a necromancer, she had to climb the tower alone.

-Sena sis let’s have sex sex pant pant -I wish her skirt was a little shorter -Fuck I could do better than that;; Is that… just a lizardman undead she’s summoning? -Why did it take 3 weeks to clear the 30th floor? You cleared the 25th floor in 1 hour -Yoon Sena is already a has-been lol

There were also people who wrote inappropriate comments while watching the live broadcast.

[I am the ‘Scale,’ the 60th floor guardian and examiner. Can you give up what is precious to you in order to climb the tower?]

Sometimes she was given unbearable tasks.

“Yes. If only I’m unhappy… everyone else can be happy.”

So Sena got on the scale to sacrifice herself.

She stood on the scale and stared blankly at the ceiling.

That tower was too tall.

[☆Title: I apologize for all my bragging. I’m sorry. Take care everyone.] [Author: KingOfKingsS-classClimber(Fantasia-006→Earth-457)]

(Comments) -Hey don’t die

-If you sacrifice yourself to the scale, both your life and your existence disappear.. the tower scale is really cruel ㄴThen how do you get to the next floor? ㄴIf someone else reaches the 60th floor, it just lets them through saying it already received payment. ㄴFuck lol the next party to come up gets all the benefit ㄴWhat, so you become the ultimate Mamika? ㄴWhat’s that, you weeb ㄴYou don’t know Magical Girl Mamika Magica? Are you living under a rock?

-Why are you posting a suicide note here -Fucking attention seeker, being shitty till the end -Manager block this bastard!!!! -So this is how it ends -The end of the S-class Bragger, wow -This is all because of the manager’s lack of virtue!

-The former manager should have been here… ㄴThe file manager going missing was too significant.. ㄴA goddess wouldn’t have a mental breakdown just because her boyfriend disappeared

-Former manager come back you fucking bastard -We don’t need the former manager! Select a new file manager!

Not many people feel a sense of belonging to an online community.

Especially an anonymous one.

But I was an idiot who felt a sense of belonging to the community.

That’s why I stayed up for days to drive out invaders from other galleries, accepted my fate as a slave when drafted, and deleted tactical nukes 24 hours a day.

A moderator cannot exist without trolls.

If that troll disappears, another will appear.

I turned my back on the monitor showing the despairing Yoon Sena and tapped Cheon No-ran’s shoulder.

“Hey, Cheon No-ran.” “What is it, Manager child?”

I handed an elixir I bought from the gallery shop to Cheon No-ran.

“Give this to the S-class Bragger’s sister. And…”

I whispered in Cheon No-ran’s ear so Song Tae-kyung couldn’t hear.

“Hmm… that’s too generous for a troll. Even this one who has been with the Manager child hasn’t received such consideration.” “It’s urgent. Hurry.” “I understand, Manager child.”

As Cheon No-ran nodded and split open space to go outside the tower, I finally called the demon.

“Tower Demon! Send me up to the 60th floor!”

All eyes suddenly turned to me.

I remembered the moment my parents died in an accident, when I faced their bodies that were too horrific to look at.

I withstood all the stares then too.

Gazes filled with sympathy and the greedy looks of people eyeing my parents’ property.

I didn’t want to lose anyone again.

It’s okay to be kicked out of the gallery for trolling and getting banned, but I won’t allow someone to leave through death.

“Is he crazy?” “A transferee trying to go to the 60th floor?” “Get lost!” “You think you can beat Yoon Sena!” “Die!”

Thump!

A stone flew from somewhere and hit my head.

But I kept shouting.

“Come out, Tower Demon, you bastard!”

Swoosh─

“Are you insane, foreigner?”

The Tower Demon appeared with a frown.

“You got to skip from the 1st to the 10th floor thanks to the Heavenly Demon, and now you want to go to the 60th floor? Are you in your right mind? Do you think your business card as the Returnee Gallery Manager will protect you in the tower?”

The demon filled his eyes with magical energy, as if annoyed.

“I don’t give second chances. I’ll mercifully let you die in pleasure.”

I closed my eyes tightly.

‘It’s okay.’

Hadn’t I purchased defensive magic scrolls from the gallery shop and plastered them all over myself for times like this?

He looked me up and down with wide eyes.

“Y-you.”

Suddenly, the magical energy in his eyes disappeared, and the demon was startled.

“I apologize for not recognizing you.”

‘Why is he suddenly being polite?’

Before I could ask, the Tower Demon hurriedly opened a portal just big enough for one person.

“Please enter. You have proven your qualifications.”

I stared at him in bewilderment before going inside.

Upon entering the 60th floor, I saw a black space.

“It’s my fault.”

A dark room.

Light emanating from a mobile phone.

I saw myself crouched in front of it.

[★Obituary★ Notice Chief Mourner: ○○○ Deceased: Child Date: 202X.04.13~04.15 Departure: 202X. 04.15 XX Funeral Home]

I was fiddling with my phone and muttering.

“If I hadn’t said such things, the manager wouldn’t have died.”

Ah, I remembered.

It was the day I received a text about the death of the manager when I was the file manager of the Hero Return Prayer Gallery (it was called the Hero Gallery back then).

‘Has it been 3 years already? Time flies…’

When I went to the funeral of the former manager of the Hero Gallery, the chief mourner, his parents, asked:

“Excuse me, but your relationship with our son…?” “Fi- I mean, I’m his friend.”

I almost said “File manager” by mistake.

His parents’ generation wouldn’t know terms like manager or file manager.

The former manager’s parents looked at me with expressions that said, ‘Did our child have such a friend?’

Of course they wouldn’t know.

Who introduces people they meet in online communities to their parents?

“Your name is…?” “Han Sin-hyeok.” “Ah, so you’re that person.”

The former manager’s mother covered her mouth in surprise.

Then she whispered something to her husband, and suddenly they both bowed deeply.

“Thank you for taking care of our son in place of his incompetent parents.”

Splash─

Suddenly the darkness lifted and light came in, and the image of the former manager’s parents faded away.

[Welcome, Tower Climbers who have finally reached the 60th floor.] [The 60th floor tests your ‘desperation’ for climbing the tower.] [Satisfy the floor guardian, the ‘Scale of Desperation,’ by offering something precious.]

As the notification windows appeared and disappeared before my eyes, Yoon Sena, who was standing on the scale, pointed her staff at me.

“W-who are you…! A transferee? Or a monster?” “I’m the manager.” “Man…ager?” “The Returnee Gallery Manager. You’re the fixed nickname ‘KingOfKingsS-classClimber,’ right?”

Her face turned bright red when she heard her fixed nickname.

“Phew…”

After rubbing her face and regaining her composure, she swung her staff and chanted a spell.

“Residents who have lost their flesh! Come forth for your master!”

Clack─ Clack─

As Yoon Sena cast her spell, an army of skeletons walked out from a pocket dimension.

Clang─

They all had weapons.

There were even one or two that looked like skilled warriors.

‘So this is what makes her an S-class Tower Climber.’

Yoon Sena commanded the skeletons to hold a knife to my throat.

“Manager or whatever, why should I care! I was here first! I won’t let a transferee like you advance to the next floor before me!”

I pushed away the skeletons, wearing a defensive cloak I had purchased from the gallery shop.

Slash─

When a skeleton wielding a greatsword swung it, the cloak was split in half.

Thanks to the durability of the defensive cloak, my body was unharmed, but my arm suffered a large wound.

“Ugh…”

I understood why Cheon No-ran said the only thing to trust is your own body.

But I clutched my bleeding arm and shouted toward the scale:

“Hey! Scale of Desperation! I’ll offer a sacrifice instead of Yoon Sena!” [Oh? An interesting one. Can you give me a sacrifice that will balance me?]

I took a deep breath and shouted at the scale.

“Take my gallery points!”