Got a Gallery in the Wild

‘T-This can’t be…!’

Geumjang could not believe what was happening.

His blood-stained palm.

And that finger blocking it with ease.

A finger so delicate that it looked as if it would break from the slightest grip had effortlessly stopped one of his strongest attacks.

Something like that was impossible unless the gap between their martial arts was overwhelming.

That meant the difference between that woman and him was as vast as the distance between heaven and earth.

“……Haa!”

But Geumjang did not give up.

Denying reality, he attacked again.

There is a saying among experts there is no need to cross swords to measure the difference between two warriors.

However, he could feel absolutely nothing coming from that woman.

She looked like an ordinary civilian.

Geumjang’s level was the Transformation Realm.

And he was not a beginner, but someone who had reached the intermediate stage.

He had gone through bodily transformation and completely mastered the internal energy that had once run wild like an untamed horse.

Moreover, what was the current state of the martial world?

Had it not weakened overall because of Blood Demon’s bloody rampage?

The fight he had just had against those martial artists had proven that it was not merely a rumor.

It was the truth.

That was why, both emotionally and rationally, Geumjang had no choice but to deny the current situation.

Because if he did not.

He would have to admit that woman was stronger than him.

Whoooosh!

The blood-soaked palm shot toward the woman’s face once more.

It was so fast that the sound of the air tearing apart could be heard clearly.

But the woman maintained her smile beneath her hat and moved one hand.

Tap.

Up to that point, it was exactly the same as before.

Once again, she placed her index finger against the blood-stained palm.

But this time it did not end there.

She lightly moved her finger to the side.

And something must be emphasized.

She moved it lightly.

At least from her perspective.

Craaash!

Geumjang’s hand brushed past the woman’s face.

But that was not all.

Had he lost control of his own strength?

Or had she done something?

Crash!

Geumjang fell to the ground.

In the most miserable manner possible.

Not only did he end up on his knees.

He even had to brace both hands against the ground.

While Geumjang was plunged into confusion by that impossible reality, the woman calmly looked down at him.

“I told you to kneel.”

“……”

“I never ordered you to crawl like a dog.”

“……”

“Stand up again. Then kneel before the heavens with proper respect…”

Whooom!

The woman’s command was interrupted.

Geumjang had launched a spinning kick from the ground.

Unlike before, he did not roar in anger.

His expression was completely cold.

Even the woman seemed not to have expected the surprise attack.

She tilted her head back slightly and avoided it by the narrowest margin.

Taking advantage of that instant, Geumjang violently propelled himself backward and created distance between them.

“You are arrogant.”

“……”

“But I can see that you have reason to be.”

His voice was far calmer than before.

At those words, the woman tilted her head slightly as though surprised.

Because of the hat, it was impossible to see her expression.

But the corner of her lips curved upward slightly.

“There are those who believe that the depth of martial arts is everything.”

“……”

“That will be your mistake.”

Geumjang had survived the Great Blood War, where countless absolute masters had perished.

The reason he survived was very simple.

Objectivity.

If someone was stronger than him, he acknowledged it immediately.

After all, a monster called Blood Demon had existed.

Bending his pride before such an existence had not been difficult at all.

Thanks to that extraordinary objectivity, Geumjang always found a way to defeat his enemies no matter the means.

Since ancient times, it has been said.

It is not the strong who survive.

It is the survivors who are strong.

And Geumjang fit that philosophy perfectly.

“You talk too much.”

The woman slowly raised one hand.

Tension immediately appeared on Geumjang’s face.

Then she took a step forward.

Literally a single step.

But.

Whooom!

“……!!!”

Geumjang’s eyes widened.

With a single step, she had appeared right in front of him.

It was a display of power that seemed to completely ignore the limitations of space.

‘S-Shortening the Distance?!’

While he was still shocked, the woman slowly extended the hand she had raised.

“It seems I’ll have to tear out that tongue first.”

Those words brought Geumjang back to his senses.

He reacted immediately.

After all, even a cornered rat can kill a cat.

Without even realizing that he now viewed himself as the rat, he swept his leg like a whip.

His plan was simple.

First, throw her off balance.

Then look for an opportunity.

Swoooosh!

His leg shot toward the woman’s ankle at incredible speed.

Until the very last moment, she made no move.

Seeing that, Geumjang believed she had fallen into the trap.

But then.

Tap.

The woman lightly lifted her foot and blocked the attack with complete ease.

And at the same time, the hand she had raised moved directly toward Geumjang’s mouth.

Of course, Geumjang had considered a situation like this.

He immediately retreated.

Swoosh!

And as soon as he moved away, he raised one leg and kicked up a cloud of dirt.

A dense curtain of dust blocked their vision.

Cowardly?

Cowardly in a fight where life was on the line?

There was no such thing.

Just as honorable justice exists.

Honorable cowardice also exists.

Because it is not the strong who survive.

It is the survivors who are strong.

BOOOOM!!!

Taking advantage of the blocked vision, Geumjang launched another attack.

But this time it was not a direct strike.

He released his internal energy.

Instantly, a gigantic palm of energy hurtled toward where the woman stood.

Just as the name of his Blood Hand Arts suggested, that palm was also stained a blood-like red.

CRAAAAASH!!!

The enormous palm infused with energy tore through the place where the woman had been standing and even destroyed the structures behind her.

Just as the gorilla who believed himself to be Blood Demon’s heir had done.

He forcibly carved out a new path.

But what mattered most to Geumjang was confirming whether the woman was still alive.

And while he stared intently at the devastated area.

“Are you finished yet?”

The woman’s voice rang out with complete calm.

“!!!”

“Are you finished yet?”

The woman’s voice echoed from behind him.

Geumjang was startled and, purely on instinct, launched an attack backward.

Whoosh!

“Kuugh?!”

But it was already too late.

Before he could even complete the attack, something had entered his mouth.

At the same time, his tongue was firmly pinned.

With a bewildered expression, Geumjang looked up.

Apparently, the hat covering the woman’s face had been blown away by the previous impact.

Her appearance was now completely exposed.

He had already imagined she was an extraordinary beauty just from seeing the lower half of her face.

But the beauty revealed before him far exceeded any expectations.

A beauty without equal.

A beautiful flower blooming in the highest heavens.

Geumjang was captivated by that beauty and nobility for an instant.

Only then did he notice something strange about his body.

‘M-My internal energy…!’

His acupoints were not sealed.

And yet he could not use his internal energy.

All she had done was hold his tongue.

Geumjang was utterly bewildered.

“You seem surprised. That’s understandable. You won’t be able to use your internal energy.”

“Ughhh…”

“Good. Now I will show you the only path you have to survive.”

The woman, Heavenly Demon, issued another command.

“Kneel.”

“……”

“If you do, I will at least spare your life.”

But Geumjang’s answer had already been decided.

Being unable to use internal energy was not a problem.

His dantian was still intact.

He still had a secret technique he had saved for the final moment.

It did not matter even if his acupoints were sealed.

That technique worked in a completely different way.

“Khuhuhu…”

“Hmm. It seems you have something to say.”

Upon hearing that laugh, HeavenlyDemon loosened her grip on his tongue slightly.

As soon as he regained freedom of movement, Geumjang displayed a malicious smile.

“You’re still as arrogant as ever.”

“……”

“That’s why cats end up dying from rat bites.”

“……”

“Blood Sect! Remember this day! I will leave my blood here as testimony!”

Shouting solemnly, Geumjang concentrated all his energy into his dantian.

His plan was to use all of his internal energy as gunpowder.

And turn his dantian into the detonator.

If he succeeded, more than half of Shaanxi would be engulfed in a massive explosion.

Yes.

If everything had gone according to plan.

“……?”

Geumjang frowned.

Why wasn’t the technique activating?

He had accumulated energy in his dantian precisely for this purpose.

And yet he could not feel it.

“Is this your dantian?”

“……”

“It is as red as blood. Though perhaps that is because it is actually made of blood.”

“……Huh?”

Instead, unbearable pain exploded in his lower abdomen.

Geumjang slowly lowered his gaze.

His face filled with disbelief.

He looked at Heavenly Demon’s left hand.

Not even he had ever seen a dantian directly.

After all, the dantian was not a physical object.

It was an intangible concentration of energy.

But in HeavenlyDemon’s hand was a mass of energy as red as blood.

And his abdomen?

When he looked down because of the pain.

There was a hole.

Crack!

Heavenly Demon clenched her fist.

And crushed his dantian with absolute ease.

Seeing that, Geumjang was horrified.

His greatest virtue and flaw had always been his objectivity.

And because of that, he was able to completely accept the reality before him.

He understood.

No attack would work.

No defense would work.

No desperate attempt would amount to anything.

She truly was a heaven above heaven.

“Did you call yourself a rat?”

HeavenlyDemon smiled gently.

To Geumjang, that smile resembled that of a soul reaper.

Grabbing him by the neck, she continued.

“No.”

“……”

“To me, you are not a rat.”

“……”

“You are merely an insignificant insect.”

“……”

“This humble one has no interest in insects that bite people.”

Heavenly Demon, Yoo Sowol, delivered her verdict.

“I simply exterminate them.”

Crack!

Geumjang’s neck bent into the shape of ㄱ.

Yoo Sowol threw the man’s corpse aside as if it were garbage.

Splash.

The blood-soaked body rolled across the blood-drenched ground.

Then she looked around.

Apparently, the hidden spectators had realized everything was over and had begun emerging little by little.

All kinds of emotions could be seen in their eyes.

Fear.

Terror.

Reverence.

And many more.

“……”

Yoo Sowol did not say a single word.

She simply turned around.

And disappeared from the area in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

Only the hat that had fallen to the ground remained behind.

Once she too had vanished, those present began speaking with trembling voices.

“W-What… what did I just witness…?”

“I-I don’t know either.”

The situation had been so chaotic that everyone was trying to understand what had happened.

Normally they would have debated among themselves, but.

“T-There’s a post on the Gallery! It looks like someone recorded everything!”

“I-Is that true?”

“Yes! Hurry and watch it!”

This was a world where the Gallery existed.

People hurriedly logged in to witness Heavenly Demon’s martial might.

“My God…! W-What kind of power was that?!”

“Was that beauty really HeavenlyDemon?”

“Was the HeavenlyDemon account user actually the real HeavenlyDemon?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! She obviously came to punish the impostor!”

The Gallery received an explosive topic.

***

For this real-life meetup, Yoo Sowol had followed Wi Seolak’s advice.

The idea was simple.

She must not attend as the fixed-account user HeavenlyDemon.

She had to attend as the real Heavenly Demon.

And seek out the person tarnishing her name.

If the other party did not appear, perfect.

If they appeared, even better.

The outcome did not matter.

She had the perfect justification.

She had come to punish the one staining the name of Heavenly Demon.

And according to Wi Seolak, if the opponent truly turned out to be a remnant of the Blood Sect, everything would become even simpler.

She would only need to eliminate him personally and announce it to the world.

And what would happen to the fixed-account user HeavenlyDemon?

Wi Seolak gave no answer.

It was an unavoidable issue.

After all, it concerned someone who had tarnished the name of HeavenlyDemon.

Whether that person lived or died did not matter.

And Yoo Sowol did not argue the point either.

‘He didn’t even seem to suspect we were the same person.’

However, unlike what she believed, Wi Seolak already knew everything.

That was precisely why he never brought it up.

After careful thought, Yoo Sowol devised her own solution.

In a sense, the entire situation was a performance planned by her and Wi Seolak.

The only problem was that the other participant was not an actor in the play.

‘It doesn’t matter.’

Especially when it involved someone who considered human life less valuable than an insect.

Even though she called herself HeavenlyDemon and possessed an arrogant personality, she was still a ruler who valued human lives.

Even in the Gallery, she tolerated with considerable patience the mockery provoked by her old-fashioned comments.

As many people said.

All she lacked was a little attention.

At heart, her nature was quite kind.

Title: Is the HeavenlyDemon Fixed Account User the Real HeavenlyDemon?

(Video of Yoo Sowol humiliating Geumjang)

Is the HeavenlyDemon fixed account user and the real HeavenlyDemon the same person? Is this real?

ㄴStop making things up. How could that possibly be true?

ㄴIf the real HeavenlyDemon used the Gallery, the people from the Demonic Cult would have heart attacks;;

ㄴWow, but she’s unbelievably beautiful hahaha.

ㄴBeing beautiful is the least impressive part. She’s absurdly strong;; look at how she humiliated him like a dog.

ㄴAren’t they going to delete this? It’s pretty violent.

ㄴThey delete it, but anonymous users keep reuploading it.

ㄴKyah hahaha. The Blood Sect got erased at the HeavenlyDemon level!

ㄴIs HeavenlyDemon a goddess? Is HeavenlyDemon a goddess?

Title: The HeavenlyDemon Fixed Account User is NOT the Real HeavenlyDemon

I heard that HeavenlyDemon speak. She said she came to capture someone who was tarnishing the name of HeavenlyDemon.

ㄴDo you know her personally?

ㄴNo, but I heard rumors from people in the Demonic Cult. They said she came to punish whoever was damaging the name of HeavenlyDemon.

ㄴHonestly, that makes sense. They probably never imagined she would show up in person hahaha.

ㄴDo the people in the Demonic Cult really admire HeavenlyDemon that much?

ㄴYeah. Quite a lot. She doesn’t bother them too much, and life there is relatively good.

Title) The Assistant Moderator Must Explain Himself

While the real HeavenlyDemon came here, what were you doing? Just standing in the back watching?

ㄴHe just summoned HeavenlyDemon and did nothing hahaha.

ㄴHeavenlyDemon Summoning hahaha

ㄴHeavenlyDemon Summoning, damn it hahahahaha.

ㄴIsn’t that even more impressive? hahaha.

Above all, there was the attention.

Just looking at the topic currently setting the entire Gallery on fire was enough.

As HeavenlyDemon Yoo Sowol.

And as the person Yoo Sowol.

She could not have been more satisfied.

Normally she would have had to provide an explanation.

But.

Was it really necessary?

All she had to do was sit back and watch.

And delete a few posts along the way.

She could simply say she had been busy fulfilling her duties as assistant moderator and that was why she took so long to respond.

ㄴWildGrills: That person isn’t HeavenlyDemon. She’s not even using the sword I gave her.

ㄴIs that sword really that distinctive?

ㄴWildGrills: Yes. It stands out a lot.

ㄴShe beat him with her bare hands. Why would she need a sword?

ㄴWildGrills: I guess. But she’s still a sword user, so it feels strange that she wasn’t carrying one.

And there was also the unexpected support from WildGrills.

Yoo Sowol liked every bit of it.

‘This is truly satisfying.’

Of course.

“What if that person really is the real Heavenly Demon? Was she that bored? She looks much younger than I imagined. Though that’s probably because of her cultivation level.”

Unlike everyone else, WildGrills, who came from a culture with a far more developed internet, had already begun to suspect the truth.