“Ah…”
It had been two hours since I submitted my resume.
Gilbert felt restless, unable to take his eyes off the Gallery.
But deep down, he knew the truth.
The chances of being selected were slim.
“Only 100 people are being chosen…”
100 people.
At first glance, it seemed like a huge number.
But if the one hiring was the Head of the Gallery, things were different.
Not just from Kellierhton, but even elves and dwarves from Adrian could have applied.
Gilbert gritted his teeth and muttered to the sky, which he didn’t truly believe in.
“Please, just this once, help me. I promise I won’t bother anyone and will live a good life…”
The hourly wage was a whopping 9.86 mana pills!
That was about 10 tuna cans.
It’s sometimes like this even when wages are paid daily, but this number was absurd.
What it was for, where it would be held, was all undisclosed, but who cares?
“Please, please, please…”
Desperately clasping his hands together, he closed his eyes, feeling like his blood was drying up.
The moment he opened them—
[Notification received!]
[Head of the Gallery: Let’s work together.]
“Ugh… Ahhh!!!!!”
Gilbert’s eyes widened, and he immediately screamed in joy.
-Bang!
“What’s going on?!”
“What? What happened?!”
At Gilbert’s scream, his sister and mother rushed in.
Gilbert just showed them the Gallery instead of answering.
Both of them looked so shocked they nearly dropped the bread they were holding.
“Oh, brother, did you pass?!”
The Gallery part-time job.
It was a job said to be given by the gods, something you had to be selected for to do!
After a moment of shock, Gilbert’s mother rubbed her eyes and peered into the Gallery.
“S-So, what kind of work will you be doing?”
It was said that the tasks would be revealed once selected for the part-time job.
Even if it was a huge job giving 10 mana pills an hour, it couldn’t be worth a life.
At that moment, she anxiously checked the job details.
“…Gallery beta tester?”
A strange term was written there.
In other words, a Gallery test team.
Reading the explanation only made it less clear.
Head of the Gallery: You’ll be trying out products that will be launched in the marketplace and leave reviews.
Gilbert: Huh?
Head of the Gallery: Just eat and drink.
Gilbert: Huh???
Just eat that expensive marketplace food?
And they’re paying for it?
“Why…?”
With the job description, all three of them could only blink in confusion.
[Title: Did the Gallery part-time job details come out!!!]
(Part-time acceptance announcement)
Ah, haha, it came out, so I’ll post it.
It says the job is a Gallery test team, you just have to eat and rate products or food that will appear in the marketplace; what the heck is this?
[Recommended 6231] [Not Recommended 2202]
– Damn, fking st
– But what the hell does that mean?
ㄴ You fking idiot, it means to eat and drink, literally.
ㄴ So what does that even mean, damn it?
– I don’t really get it either. So you’re saying they’ll give us money to eat tasty things?
ㄴ ?
ㄴ Am I reading this wrong?
The part-time job recruitment was a success.
In just ten minutes after posting, resumes had surged over a thousand, and it took three hours to select candidates.
“Wait, is this for real?”
In the end, I couldn’t deny it.
The preference for jobs related to the Gallery was immensely high.
No, it was high enough to surpass even the stable knight professions that had existed until now.
– So, what’s the job?
– I still don’t get what it means to eat and drink.
– Yeah, I’m happy I got chosen, but I have no clue.
The part-time job I applied for was essentially a beta tester.
It literally meant trial and feedback.
“Honestly, it was needed.”
So far, the marketplace had specialized in survival goods.
And I had been selling such goods matched with store ratios as much as possible.
But now was the time to consider selling products with profit in mind.
However, if I brought in a large quantity and they didn’t sell, there’d be a huge loss.
So I thought about conducting a preference survey for sample collection…
“Why don’t you believe it?”
– You’re just going to give us food and pay us?
ㄴ Is this some weapon or poison testing?
ㄴ Hmm, that makes sense.
The testers selected didn’t understand the job content.
They began speculating amongst themselves, talking about weapon tests and clinical trials.
“Why misunderstand the words?”
I had clearly written the explanation.
1. Free products from the marketplace will be provided beforehand.
2. Eat, drink, use, and leave ratings.
“Is it that hard to understand?”
Eventually, I showed up in the chaotic chat before it got any more misconstrued.
Head of the Gallery: Hi
ㄴ Oh, Head of the Gallery!
ㄴ Biological distinctions of male and female.
ㄴ Thank you so much for choosing me!
ㄴ But what are we doing?
Head of the Gallery: I’m aiming to make some profit.
Head of the Gallery: So, I bought products that should be popular, but I don’t know if they will actually sell.
Head of the Gallery: Your job is to try what I give you or eat it and rate it.
Head of the Gallery: On a five-point scale, okay?
[Voting in progress!]
[Products are being delivered… Number of completed votes so far: 0/100]
“Let’s start off simply with pizza.”
Pizza, a very popular food.
But who knows in the medieval times?
It might be too greasy or have a strong taste that some may dislike.
I sent it off gently as an opener.
– ? What is this?! It’s so fking good! Haha
– Wow, sax!
– Seriously… I feel like crying, really.
– This taste makes my miserable life a bit more bearable…
[Voting completed! 1. Pizza 5 points]
Before long, it got a perfect score.
“Well, pizza can do that.”
So I moved on to the next.
I posted foods like mint chocolate, sushi sets, and yogurt, along with products like humidifiers, umbrellas, and ceramic cups.
“Money is always right.”
Having somewhat escaped the survival issue, I aimed to make some profit with these items.
[Voting completed!]
2. Mint Chocolate 2.3/5
3. Sushi Set 5/5
4. Sashimi Platter 5/5
5. Yogurt 5/5
6. Umbrella 5/5
“? What the?”
Amidst the numerous votes, only mint chocolate got a normal response.
Everything else scored perfect.
I entered the chat room again.
Head of the Gallery: No way, what the fk?
Head of the Gallery: I told you to vote. Rate it fairly!!!
No matter how much I was selected as a part-timer, it was a problem if they gave everything a perfect score.
At this rate, it defeated the purpose of hiring part-timers.
Did they really think it was just to impress me? I left a message, and there were countless requests for handshakes in return.
– Seriously, wtf?
– Dude, you sent the most delicious food and why are we giving perfect scores? What do we do then???
– You really want to get favours from me?
– Are you pretending to ignore this? Or do you want to marry me?
ㄴ Why the fk would the Head of the Gallery marry you?
ㄴ Get in line, you lazy bum!
In an instant, the chatroom exploded with chaos.
I was the one who was left confused.
“Wait, was this all sincere?”
Because they were giving perfect scores, I thought it was all an act.
In the end, I sent more of the pre-selected items to the part-timers.
The returned ratings were all perfect scores.
Through the repeating perfect scores over several hours, I realized.
“Oh right. They liked even rice soaked in water.”
Until just a few months ago, they were simply happy if they could fill their stomachs.
Conducting a preference survey in the marketplace was fundamentally wrong.
– So what did we actually do?
ㄴ Um, lived a heavenly experience?
ㄴ Eating, having fun, and getting paid.
ㄴ Um…
– Seriously, is this all there is, Head of the Gallery?
– Like, do some war, or drug experiments, or something…
ㄴ Head of the Gallery: No way; why would I make you do that?
They started to suspect me instead.
However, aside from preferences, there wasn’t much to investigate here.
Having long since overcome trial and error in the modern world, why do it again here?
[69.02 mana pills have been delivered per person!]
Head of the Gallery: Now, I have nothing more to ask you.
Head of the Gallery: You worked hard, and goodbye!
ㄴ I love you.
ㄴ Call me again, please!
ㄴ But aren’t you taking this?
ㄴ Head of the Gallery: Yeah, just take it.
ㄴ Ha… Seriously…
ㄴ Head of the Gallery, don’t show your face in public. Honestly, if I see you in the city…
“Ugh.”
If I stayed any longer, I wouldn’t know what else I would hear.
Conducting a preference survey on the Gallery was inherently flawed.
“It seems like anything can go up.”
This survey confirmed something for me.
The Gallery job is indeed popular.
I contacted the Affectionate Konik teacher.
Head of the Gallery: Yeah, it’s really popular.
Gallery Teacher: Of course. After all, being in the Gallery is life; who wouldn’t like it?
Head of the Gallery: So about that Gallery academy you started…
Gallery Teacher: Oh my!
It was time to make some decisions.
Really, this all began to confirm the Gallery academy’s standing.
Gilbert casually left a message, not caring about the tense Gallery teacher.
Head of the Gallery: Do as you please.
Gallery Teacher: Oh my, you aren’t shutting it down?
It seemed to be an unexpected response, a surprised reaction.
But there was no need to worry about it.
“If I were planning to shut it down, I’d have to close all tutoring centers in the modern world.”
If there’s a popular profession, related fields tend to sprout out like branches.
The problem is that the frequency of hiring Gallery part-timers and the selection is entirely at my discretion.
But if the concerned parties don’t care…
Head of the Gallery: Yeah, it’s just freedom.
Gallery Teacher: Oh my! Thank you so much… really…
Gallery Teacher: I thought you’d be angry and shut it down…
Gallery Teacher: I truly respect you, Head of the Gallery!
Head of the Gallery: ?
Gallery Teacher: With gratitude in mind, I will give you 40% of the commission every month!
Head of the Gallery: Ah haha.
“I thought you were about to profess your love.”
By the way, I really don’t need the commission.
In fact, accepting it might become problematic.
At the moment I take it, there could be bad talk about me when I hired part-timers.
Head of the Gallery: You might as well donate that money to the poor.
Save starving people and let them work in the Gallery.
Gallery Teacher: I’ll definitely do that!!!
The issue with the Gallery academy was resolved.
In truth, it wasn’t so much a problem as I hadn’t realized how much of a hot topic this was among the Gallums.
“Maybe it was a given after all.”
Here, many Gallums struggled without sufficient minimum wage jobs or the means for immediate sustenance.
Thinking back, it was a quite obvious issue.
At least it was a relief to see that problems were gradually improving.
“Medieval? Time for normalization, I guess.”
Eating well is key to more gallery work.
Just then, while I was directly experiencing the popularity of Gallery part-time jobs…
I received a message from I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire.
“Head of the Gallery, Head of the Gallery!”
A Deputy of the Gallery reached out.
Head of the Gallery: Yeah?
I should have sent this week’s blood already, right?
Thinking about it, I had sent blood every Wednesday, moderately donating with the consideration for my health.
I thought today’s blood had gone well too, but then a rather unusual gift was sent.
[I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire sent you a ‘Mystery Box’!]
Head of the Gallery: What is this?
I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire: A good one.
I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire: Want to check it out?
