I Became a Gallery Manager in Another World

“….”

Estelle Blackdahlia woke up with an unpleasant sensation in her lower abdomen.

She needed to urinate; she felt the urge to pee.

‘Why does only this sensation remain…’

Before transferring to her wheelchair, Estelle slipped her hand under her panties and lightly touched her clitoris.

It was not for sexual pleasure.

It was because it was the most sensitive part of a woman’s lower body.

But no matter how much she rubbed her clitoris, she could not feel any sensation, let alone pleasure.

She had lived in this body too long to feel such things.

It baffled her that she could not feel anything below her waist, yet the urge to urinate was clear and distinct.

After her brief experiment, Estelle finished in the bathroom and headed to the dining room.

Creak─ Creak─

The sound of her wheelchair wheels was the only thing echoing in the empty hallway.

A large mansion typically had several servants.

But in the Blackdahlia mansion, there were only two servants, a maid and a chef.

They lived according to Estelle’s request to avoid encountering her as much as possible, which made her feel as if she was always alone in the mansion.

Creak─

As Estelle entered the dining room, the door opened automatically.

On the empty dining table, the food prepared by the chef was neatly laid out.

Despite being prepared early in the morning, the food was not the slightest bit cold.

Each dish and glass was a magical tool enchanted to preserve the food.

Although these tools were convenient, they required periodic replacement and were expensive, making it seem overly luxurious for just a warm breakfast…

Estelle did not mind.

It was the inheritance left by her parents, who had died in a carriage accident.

And the fortune of her uncle’s small family, who had all been killed by someone, was also inherited by Estelle as the closest kin.

“…Thank you for the meal.”

She left the dishes on the table and returned to her room.

Frederica would take care of them anyway.

Creak─ Creak─

Walking through the empty hallway once more, Estelle climbed back onto her bed.

Normally, she would perform rehabilitation exercises after eating, but maybe it was the anticipation of returning to the academy that changed her routine.

Today, she simply wanted to savor the peace of lying in her bed.

‘The academy…’

It wasn’t that she was eager for academy life or in need of a diploma.

She had enough money to last her a lifetime without working, and if that ever ran out, she planned to simply let herself die.

Estelle attended the academy for access to books that were only available there.

“Yawn…”

Perhaps it was because she had stayed up late reading books that she felt so sleepy.

She knew sleeping right after a meal wasn’t good for her health, but fretting over her body seemed pointless when her lower half was already paralyzed.

Thus, Estelle surrendered to the drowsiness without a fight.

This was a dream.

Estelle realized this within the dream.

“Hey… you crippled-legged bitch, you think you can ignore me just because I speak nicely?!”

However, she didn’t plan to take it lying down just because it was a dream.

She was about to repel Delphicia with an air bomb when…

Thud—!

Ian intervened between her and Delphicia, just like that time.

Was it helpful?

No, it was not.

Ian, having been punched by Delphicia, lost his balance and fell forward, knocking her out of her wheelchair.

If he hadn’t stepped in, she could have fended Delphicia off with a wind bomb.

Did that upset her?

…No, not particularly.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Honestly, receiving help from the protagonist didn’t feel too bad.

His worried face, framed by fluttering blond hair, gave her the illusion of a princess being aided by a prince in a fairy tale.

But she was not a princess.

How could she—crippled in the legs as Delphicia had said, with a terrible personality, and lacking any feminine charm—ever be a princess?

“Don’t meddle unnecessarily. I could have handled it myself.”

At that moment, she heard gasps from around the hall.

They were sounds filled with contempt for someone like her who couldn’t even say ‘thank you’ after being helped.

Surely, Ian would despise her and leave.

But that was okay.

She and Ian were never meant to be in the same circle anyway.

“….”

She was a weak person.

If someone was just a little kind to her, she wanted to rely on them.

So, it was better to draw a clear line before she developed expectations and got disappointed.

But…

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt.”

Ian didn’t get angry or show contempt.

Instead, he scratched his cheek with an awkward smile, seeming genuinely sorry.

“Still, since I’ve already interfered, let me do it one more time.”

Saying so, Ian picked up the fallen wheelchair and gently lifted her into it like a real princess.

“…..”

This time, she couldn’t bring herself to retort harshly.

If he hadn’t helped, she would have had to crawl on the ground like a maggot to get back into her wheelchair.

Her clenched fist tightened.

Ian preserved her dignity despite her clear rejection and harsh words.

He seemed so kind that it almost felt foolish.

Then, another protagonist’s voice came from a corner of the classroom.

“Hey, are you crazy? Who do you think you are, touching her?”

“…Th… that’s not it…Evelyn..really…I didn’t mean to do that to Ian…”

“Hey, stop bullying the kids. Are you okay, Delphicia?”

“Ian! Whose side are you on now?!”

“It’s not about taking sides. Things like this can happen when friends are playing. Why are you so aggressive?”

“I… Ian… I’m sorry… I never meant to do that to you…”

“I know. It’s my fault for interfering. Don’t worry about it. And Delphicia, you’re so light that it didn’t hurt at all. But it’s dangerous, so let’s not play pranks like this again, okay?”

“But… she started it…”

“Delphicia, huh? I’m asking you this. It’s almost the end of the first year; it would be nice to finish without any trouble, right?”

“…Haa… Okay… Ian.”

“Thanks for understanding. Oh, and it’s a bit awkward to say in this atmosphere, but the bob cut suits you well.”

“Ah… eh… okay… th, thanks…”

The situation, which could have turned serious, was easily diffused by Ian, nearly making me laugh.

“…Son of a b—*.”

“Evelyn, why are you cursing again?”

“You, a son of a b—* like you, deserve to be cursed.”

“Ouch..! It hurts…! Don’t hit me.”

“What? It hurts? You said it didn’t hurt when she hit you, but it hurts when I do? Are you saying I’m fat!”

“How did you come to that conclusion? Ah! Stop! It hurts!”

“Again!! Again!! It only hurts when I do it!!”

It was dazzling.

She was envious.

She wanted to be with them, to be like them.

But she couldn’t.

She was weak and cursed.

‘It’s cold…’

Waking up from her dream, Estelle curled up under the blanket, covering herself from head to toe.

“It’s a mess.”

The gallery was always a mess, but it was seriously chaotic today.

The cause was trivial.

[Superior Mage vs Superior Spirit Master: Who Wins?][451]

This nonsensical post from the day before had turned the gallery upside down.

In the end, the Spirit Masters won.

[JustSayNiceThings■: Seriously, unless you're at the level of a great mage, a mage with the same skill level can't beat a spirit master. Don't you get it?]

ㄴㅇㅇ(74.812): This guy must be an elf, favoring the spirit master, haha

ㄴJustSayNiceThings■: It's not because I'm an elf, damn it. Mages just logically can't beat spirit masters!!!

ㄴㅇㅇ(74.812): So give a reason then, haha

ㄴJustSayNiceThings■: Idiot haha. Even if I explain, you won't understand. You know nothing, haha

ㄴㅇㅇ(74.812): Yeah, so explain, haha. Stop beating around the bush.

ㄴJustSayNiceThings■: Fine, damn it!! I'll post it, and if I lose, I'll upload a proof photo with my head bowed.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

JustSayNiceThings■ attacked the mages with dueling cases and papers spanning over 200 years as if they had personal experience.

‘There’s no winning this…’

Honestly, as a mage, I wanted to support the mages, but I couldn’t win against the logic presented by a 19-year-old genius female spirit master.

The problem was…

[Elf Coop Smell...Ugh... Puke...Elf Coop Smell...Ugh... Puke][0]

[■■Gallery Mages Got Wiped, Right? Haha, Spirit Masters Can't Do Anything, Right?][0]

[Shh. Shhshh Si. You bastard, Shhshh Shh Shh Si. Bastard. Shh. Damn. Shhshh Shh. Si. Damn. Shh Bastard Shhshh.][3]

[■■Gallery Mages Got Wiped, Right? Haha, Spirit Masters Can't Do Anything, Right?][0]

[Elf Coop Smell...Ugh... Puke...Elf Coop Smell...Ugh... Puke][1]

Mages who couldn’t accept defeat started spamming the gallery, seeking a mental victory.

It was hard to find normal posts when dozens of people started spamming simultaneously.

Then, one post among the spam caught my eye.

[Author ㅇㅇ(177.96)]

[Doesn’t ■■Gallery Have an Administrator?][13]

If you create a gallery, you should take responsibility, not just dump it and leave. What about these idiots?

JustSayNiceThings■: For real, we should block all these anonymous jerks.

ㄴㅇㅇ(74.816): Hmm... If I were the administrator, I'd block you first...

ㄴJustSayNiceThings■: These damn anonymous jerks never leave me alone for a day.

ㄴㅇㅇ(74.816): Hmm... It seems this person lives in the gallery instead of real life, always here...

Whoopee■: But if there's an administrator, it'll just create more chaos.

ㄴㅇㅇ(74.816): I'm 100% sure. Even if I were the administrator, I wouldn't bother showing up.

ㄴㅇㅇ(177.96): No! If we continue like this, the gallery will fail! We should at least stop the spamming! At this rate, I don't even feel like posting here.

ㄴFlame Sandwich■: Then why don't you become the administrator?

ㄴㅇㅇ(177.96): Ah... That's a bit...

‘…An administrator.’

[Sextaterus]

Name: Ian

Title: Gallery Administrator ▶ Click for more details!

JustSayNiceThings■: For real, we should block all these anonymous jerks.

Characteristics: Rape LV MAX, Training LV MAX, Harem LV MAX, Pure Love LV MAX, Hypnosis LV MAX, NTL LV MAX... ▶ Click for more details!

Compared to Evelyn’s, my Sextaterus was quite neat.

Originally, it showed the number of times I masturbated, but I made it invisible.

What use did I have for seeing my own masturbation count?

More importantly, the title of Gallery Administrator.

You could know the real names of users with fixed nicknames who posted in the gallery.

You could check the Sextaterus of those who had had sexual relations with you among gallery users.

You gained additional management rights when creating a fixed nickname.

Until now, I had thought it was best for everyone to freely post in the gallery, but leaving it as it was seemed like neglect rather than freedom.

‘Let’s create a fixed nickname.’

Three days before the academy opened.

Finally, I decided to make the ultimate choice of creating a fixed nickname.