A Basement-Dwelling Loser, the Inquisitor – Chapter 32

I’m known for having an unusually bad reputation across various communities, including the gallery.

I was just doing what I had to do, so what on earth is the problem?

…Well, putting that aside for now.

Anyway, given that my reputation is already poor, what happens if my broadcast viewers cause a ruckus in the community?

The answer is simple.

What do you think will happen?

I’ll just fall further into the abyss.

I’m sure I’ll get to experience that there’s a floor even beneath the bottom.

And I absolutely don’t want that.

Being an internet streamer ultimately hinges on the image people have of me, right?

My already bad image becoming worse is definitely not something I can afford.

If that happens, making pocket money will become difficult for sure.

In other words, my broadcast needed some emergency measures, and that measure was incredibly simple.

[Rene]

[I have a major announcement]

[Talk | 17 viewers online | 0:00:15]

─What’s the title? What nonsense are you trying to pull now???

─This brat is going to make a fuss about something trivial again, isn’t she?

─The gallery master is here, haha.

Thanks to my Jumping Up yesterday, 17 viewers gathered the moment I turned on the broadcast.

─Rene, why are you so late?

─Streamer King RENE of Ho123!

Not?

Doesn’t seem like it.

Seeing the atmosphere in the chat window, it looks like they came here to find out why the gallery is in such a mess.

There are a ton of open trolls saying things like “gallery master” and “Ho123”.

…But honestly, it’s not my fault.

How could I possibly stop those troublemakers from causing chaos in the gallery….

But ultimately, since those guys are also my broadcast viewers, I might as well give it a shot.

“Um, hello.”

Clearing my throat and greeting, kind viewers welcomed me as if they had been waiting for me.

─Rene, if you really say you’re putting Jumping Up on, we’re done for.

There’s no way they could be in that mood.

I’m not that foolish to not realize that.

“Today, I’m not here to do Jumping Up. As the title suggests, I have a major announcement…”

As I said that, I manipulated the pitch-black broadcast screen to show it to everyone.

“Tada…”

[Rene Fan Cafe]

─?

─What is this?

It seemed like an unexpected situation, as the chat window began to fill with question marks.

I felt a slight thrill from this and continued speaking.

“After yesterday’s broadcast, I entered the New Dimension Gallery and it was a complete mess…”

─Isn’t that your fault, brat?

─It’s ridiculous hearing the one responsible say that!

─But why doesn’t New Dimension Gallery have a master?

─It’s a regular gallery so they hired idiots as staff.

“Of course, I bear no responsibility whatsoever, but still, it was a disaster you guys created by watching my broadcast, right? So I felt a sense of responsibility… And that’s how I came up with this solution.”

Why did the New Dimension Gallery turn into chaos yesterday?

It’s because there wasn’t a place for my broadcast viewers to chat freely.

At first, I thought it would be fine to just chat away in the chat window… But Tuni told me that was a completely different matter.

In other words, the issue would be resolved if I provided a place where people could freely write things related to my broadcast.

And that place I created today was the ‘Rene Fan Cafe.’

“If we have this fan cafe, there’s no need to chatter in the New Dimension Gallery or other communities, right? So from now on, please come here…”

─Haha, you’re so late to the party.

…Huh?

The reaction seems weird.

I thought they would like it.

─They already made the Remagal this morning, haha.

And it didn’t take long to realize why their reactions weren’t great.

“Remagal, huh…?”

…Seriously?

“Ho, could it be the Rene Minor Gallery…?”

─Yep.

─The Remagal crew welcomes Master Rene, haha.

I let out a hollow laugh and searched for ‘Rene Minor Gallery’ in the search bar.

The first thing that popped up was:

[Rene Galleryⓜ]

[This is a gallery where discussions about the streamer Rene (Inquisition Officer) are held.]

[Manager: O.O]

[Co-Manager: None]

[Established: 204X-12-04]

It was undoubtedly my minor gallery.

I didn’t think it would happen so soon, even though I wasn’t entirely surprised.

…Well.

No matter how much they are my broadcast viewers, they fundamentally belong to the New Dimension Gallery.

They probably didn’t want to see that gallery turn to ruins either.

“…Then, does that mean none of you want to use the fan cafe?”

─I’m not gonna use it.

─It’s too much of a hassle to join.

─What even is a fan cafe?

Looking at the reactions in the chat window, it seemed that the fan cafe wouldn’t be activated anytime soon.

…Well, to be honest, I also find gallery format much more convenient than fan communities.

You don’t have to login every time, and fan cafes just become a hassle with rankings and all that.

But who knows what will happen if my broadcasts grow and viewers increase later, so I suppose I should leave the fan cafe open for now.

“If that’s what you all prefer, that’s fine, but… considering we made a Remagal now, please do your best to avoid causing trouble to other galleries.”

─Just leave it to the Rebongi, sure.

─The gallery master directly acknowledged the fan community, ‘Rene Minor Gallery.’

─Who am I? A user of Rene Minor Gallery…

It seems like these folks have absolutely no interest in the fan cafe I personally created.

But honestly, fan cafes tend to have a lot of rules to follow.

Thinking like that, I scrolled through the gallery, but naturally, there wasn’t anything particularly special.

Being created just yesterday, and considering I’m basically a no-name,

There were 4 playthrough videos for conceptual posts.

And general posts didn’t even reach 3 pages, and even views rarely exceeded 50…

If you viewed it without any knowledge, you’d think it was a dead gallery.

No, it is a dead gallery.

Fortunately, since I’m currently viewing this gallery while broadcasting, the regen speed has slightly increased.

─So when is the coronation?

─This is literally the coronation, haha.

─Let’s go for the coronation! Let’s go for the coronation! Let’s go for the coronation! Let’s go for the coronation!

“The coronation?”

What in the world does that even mean?

─Shouldn’t you take on the master position…?

─It’s definitely better than being cafe manager, sure.

“Oh….”

So they want me to be the master of the Remagal now.

It doesn’t particularly bother me, but…

“Umm…It’s fine for me to take on the master position. But even if I do, I doubt I’ll manage anything…”

Honestly, I didn’t intend to manage the fan cafe either.

My goal in creating it was just to give my broadcast viewers a comfortable place to chat, not to control them under the pretext of rules.

─It’ll be all good.

─Just pick a powerless slave manager and it’ll be fine, sure.

─The guy who made the gallery will manage it himself, right?

─For sure, haha.

…That’s certainly true.

If I said no, the person currently managing it would be the gallery master anyway.

After that, having decided to take the master position of the Rene Minor Gallery, affectionately called “Remagal,” I created an ID and hastily left a post.

【Title: Hello】

【Written by: Rene】

I look forward to working with you!

【Upvote: 0 / Downvote: 0】

Immediately, a notification for gallery master delegation appeared, and I promptly hit the accept button.

The first thing I did afterward was.

─??? What are you doing, you crazy girl?

─No way, help me!

─Brat, if you don’t unblock me right now, it’s war, you hear me?

─Are you really insane??? Haha!

─So this is what a powerless slave feels like? Haha.

─As long as it’s not me, I’m fine, haha!

─🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

─Didn’t we expect this would happen??? Haha!

─You said you wouldn’t manage, you said you wouldn’t manage, you said you wouldn’t manage, you said you wouldn’t manage!

The first thing I did was appoint five prominent usernames as co-managers… that is, as slave managers.

And as a bonus, I blocked them to prevent any potential refusals.

“No, I’m not going to make rules or anything. But at the very least, I have to handle certain things…”

For example, deleting posts that cross the line.

For example, deleting tactical nuclear weapons posts…

Even if the gallery had almost no users, as long as there were a few active participants, one could never know what kind of trouble might arise.

I know all too well that the evils of the internet are endless.

For instance, if someone from the New Dimension Gallery held a grudge from yesterday’s incident came here to cause trouble, there’d need to be someone to tidy things up.

That’s why this appointment was necessary.

─Unblock, unblock, unblock, unblock, unblock, unblock, unblock, unblock!

─Nooooooo!

─If you don’t unblock me, I’ll unfollow you, you brat!

─I’m feeling murderous right now, seriously.

─Hahaha, these guys are nuts.

─Tenerin has truly lost it, haha, even the Rebongi have turned their backs now, haha, reputation plummeting, haha.

─Seeing you suddenly becoming a powerless slave manager is hilarious, haha.

─Let’s use the word “hal” here.

─If you don’t explain why I have to erase grandma’s erasers, it’ll be war!

─Powerless slaves are going wild, haha.

Honestly, I assumed those watching the broadcast right now also understood that well.

Yet the fact that such reactions sprouted in the chat suggests that….

It means that the ones causing a fuss are probably users with one of those prominent usernames.

Those having fun must either be random viewers or users avoiding the slave manager role.

Unfortunately, it can’t be helped.

It’s necessary for the greater cause for a few to be sacrificed….

After all, it doesn’t concern me since I’m not actually managing anything.