I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 101

After being dumbfounded by the shocking news for a moment, I immediately left a comment.

Though the comment section was already filthy to the point of chaos, I couldn’t resist my curiosity.

└ Wild Grylls) What’s that? Are they saying they’ll send survivors in for me?

└ The man himself has arrived.

└ Hey Grylls. You won’t be lonely anymore.

└ The Holy Kingdom says they’ll send a tracking squad just for you pfft lolol

└ The Holy Kingdom achieves what nobody else could!

└ Wild Grylls) I can just treat this as bullshit, right? Fuck, getting my hopes up for nothing.

└ Normally you’d be scared, but Grylls is actually anticipating it lolol

└ Since it’s the Forest of the Four Seasons, it makes sense lol

└ But who on earth are they sending?

└ Rumor has it they’re sending people who oppose the current Pope’s regime?

└ They’re literally just sending them off to purge political rivals lol

└ Do they even have the ability to find Orange Badge?

└ Absolutely impossible lolol Unless Orange Badge outright reveals her location, it’s impossible

└ Didn’t they say in the past that Orange Badge exposed someone who announced an imperial assassination attempt?

└ Even then, Orange Badge just revealed that guy’s location in real time, not her own address.

└ And that Orange Badge got his eyes gouged out while stalking someone lolol

└ So it means they can send messages to the mods?

└ Yeah, exactly. Those bastards will definitely send a message.

So it’s just posturing. I think I get the gist of it.

I thought I’d only see this kind of thing back on Earth, but since there’s a Gallery here, things seem to unfold in a similar pattern.

It’s what they call a public opinion war. Because the Gallery is practically the only window to gauge public sentiment.

’They’re stepping on landmines everywhere.’

Naturally, public sentiment toward the Holy Kingdom was the absolute worst of the worst.

Occasionally, there were people defending or shielding them, but they were a microscopic minority.

I could just sit back and enjoy the show. The Holy Kingdom threatened to declare the Gallery as evil, but well...

’Didn’t the Emperor of the Central Plains get his throat slit after trying to block people from using the Gallery?’

It was a pretty famous incident: The Regicide of the Central Plains Emperor.

It floated around as a discussion topic from time to time, so even I knew it well.

They said the Emperor blocked Gallery usage, and then got assassinated one day.

The imperial court announced it as death from illness, while the Central Plains guessed it was internal power struggles.

Given that the atmosphere among the Central Plains users on the Gallery was quite ominous, most people on the Gallery didn’t believe the official story anyway.

’I’m sure they’ll handle it fine.’

Whether El Dorado kicks a blunder or enters the Forest of the Four Seasons, it’s none of my business.

The key issue was how Orange Badge—that is, Don’t Abandon the Hero—would act.

Since she could reveal my location in real time and even hand out penalties.

’Orange Badge told me not to worry, but looking at how the Holy Kingdom behaves...’

Furthermore, Orange Badge was presumed to be from the Holy Kingdom.

The fact that she was a faithful apostle believing in the Goddess Aris hinted at her origin.

However, seeing how the country was a mess, hadn’t any lingering patriotism drained away by now?

Orange Badge worshipped the deity; she didn’t harbor patriotism toward El Dorado.

’I’ll have to wait and see how things progress.’

It seemed the small ball I launched had turned into a massive meteor falling from the sky.

Cleaning up the aftermath would take time. However, as long as the Holy Kingdom kept stepping on landmines, the fire wouldn’t die out.

Until then, I just had to calmly go about my work.

Title) I built an oven

Wild Grylls

(Photo of a fairly well-constructed oven)

Tried making an oven with bricks and mud. How is it?

└ Heavenly Demon) That is quite a decent-looking hearth. Do you intend to bake bread or the like?

└ Wild Grylls) It’s a place for fish rather than bread. I think this will save time.

└ Heavenly Demon) I am curious to know what fish roasted in a hearth tastes like.

└ Wild Grylls) Should I give you one later?

└ Heavenly Demon) If a single piece is possible.

└ Sword Matstar) Weren’t you complaining earlier about taking the liver from a flea or something lolol

└ Heavenly Demon) I have merely realized that it is not a flea’s liver.

└ Sword Matstar) Pathetic excuse lol

└ Heavenly Demon) I can commit even more pathetic acts, you know?

└ Sword Matstar) Ah. Hey now;;

└ Instantly suppressed lolol

└ Matstar-ya. If you feel wronged, you know what to do right?

└ You just have to turn blue too ^^

└ Sword Matstar) I have zero intention of becoming a Blue Badge even if I die;;

└ Starlight Lady) Did you craft it by hand? You made it quite wonderfully!

└ Wild Grylls) Thank you haha

└ Starlight Lady) Since you built a hearth, you can cook a variety of dishes now. Is there anything that comes to mind?

└ Wild Grylls) I only have fish though...

└ Starlight Lady) I can give you flour at least. Would you like to try making bread?

└ Wild Grylls) It’s fine. It’s not to that extent.

Bread was a luxury. Unless I cultivated wheat myself, it was spoiled talk.This story is hosted at novelping . com.

At best, I could warm up smoked fish. That was practically the end of it.

As I said earlier, the reason for building the oven was strictly to save time.

’Though even this is tough until the Dwarf gives me the iron plate.’

He said he’d give it to me at lunchtime along with the barricade.

I could just train until then. This morning’s training was swordsmanship.

Ttirring!

Just as I was about to exit the Gallery, a notification chimed.

Notifications rang when someone commented on my post or sent me a message.

If it were a comment, I would just check who left it, but this time it was a message.

Wondering if Orange Badge had sent it, I checked right away.

[Necromancy is Love: Are you the one who posted the final records of Rice Craone?]

It was a fixed handle I had never seen before. I widened my eyes looking at the message he sent.

Come to think of it, if someone had permissions similar to Orange Badge, there was no reason they could only send messages to her. They could send messages to me too.

’His handle is a bit weird, though...’

Right now, the only ones who would send me a message like that were those from the Holy Kingdom.

Wondering what kind of nonsense was about to come out, I greeted him politely.

If you’re asking because I posted the book regarding the Undead King, then yes.

Necromancy is Love

In that case, you must also be the one who gave the book to Kadir.

Kadir?

The Mage King?

Mage King Kadir. I had vaguely heard of him on the Gallery.

A entity who not only knew all magic in the world, but had comprehended its underlying principles.

A great figure who subjugated the Undead King alongside the Previous Hero and slew a dragon driven mad.

Some said he had an eccentric side, but I didn’t know about that; anyway, he was a famous person.

’The person I gave the book to was Allfather, though? No, before that...’

How did he know I gave away the book?

There were many parts that made no sense and seemed suspicious in various ways.

Maybe this fixed handle user was just probing. There was no need to answer rashly.

[Wild Grylls: I’m not really sure what you mean.]

[Necromancy is Love: There is no need to feign ignorance.]

For We have already seen the book held in Kadir’s hands.

Are you saying Allfather-nim is Kadir?

Necromancy is Love

That is so.

[Wild Grylls: And who are you?]

[Necromancy is Love: The Undead King—no.]

Necromancy is Love seemed to ponder for a moment before revealing his name.

[Necromancy is Love: We are the last King of the Balkan Kingdom, Kazan Craone III.]

[Wild Grylls: I heard the Undead King died?]

[Necromancy is Love: The physical body perished, but the soul remains.]

Currently, I am sealed inside Kadir’s refrigerator.

That’s a roleplay gimmick, right?

Where are you trying to sell this bull... No, you’re talking nonsensical gibberish.

They sealed the insanely powerful Undead King inside a refrigerator? Why not say he’s fermenting like kimchi while you’re at it?

It seemed he had roughly guessed up to the point where I gave the book to Allfather.

However, this fixed handle user seemed dead serious about his roleplay, continuing to speak unbothered.

[Necromancy is Love: Whether you believe it or not is your freedom.]

For that is not what matters to Us.

[Wild Grylls: Then what is it?]

[Necromancy is Love: We simply wished to express Our gratitude.]

Even if it was unintended, you cleared our kingdom’s grievances.

It was rare for a message to contain true sincerity. Right now, that feeling was... non-existent.

I just thought he picked a really weird roleplay gimmick. There were plenty of strange people in the world.

Besides, they said the Undead King was undead, and I doubted whether an undead could browse the Gallery.

Didn’t they say undead have no sense of self?

There was nothing but stories that didn’t add up anywhere.

’Even if Allfather is Kadir, it doesn’t matter.’

To me, he was a person from a faraway nation.

Even if I told anyone this fact, nobody would believe it.

Why not say Heavenly Demon is the actual Heavenly Demon of the Central Plains while we’re at it?

It seemed best to just play along reasonably.

[Wild Grylls: I just posted it to get information for myself anyway.]

[Necromancy is Love: I see.]

Is there anything you desire?

[Wild Grylls: Come over here and help me out.]

[Necromancy is Love: Regrettably, having lost Our physical body, that seems difficult.]

I knew it. I didn’t expect anything in the first place.

Snorting softly, I continued the conversation with Necromancy is Love.

Then please give me information that would be helpful to me.This chapter was copied from novelрing.com without permission.

[Wild Grylls: I’m curious how the person who wrote the book survived.]

[Necromancy is Love: First, We shall inform you how Our brother died.]

[Wild Grylls: Did you translate it?]

[Necromancy is Love: We have not forgotten the kingdom from the days when it was poor yet happy.]

Nor can We forget its language.

Ah. Yes. Right. What a unique roleplay concept.

Still, it was fortunate that he claimed to know the cause of death of the book’s author.

Of course, since there was zero reliability, I would ask Allfather separately.

[Necromancy is Love: The cause of death of Our brother, Rice Craone, was infection.]

[Wild Grylls: An infection?]

[Necromancy is Love: His injured part gradually rotted away, and unable to endure the pain, he ultimately ended his life by suicide.]

So it is written in the final words.

[Wild Grylls: Who injured him?]

[Necromancy is Love: It says he was attacked by a pack of gorilla-like apes.]

Gorillas... Could it be those creatures over there?

I remembered hearing monkey-like sounds when I traveled up the river earlier.

It seemed he had clashed with the creatures located there.

’That’s important information.’

I didn’t know how far that person had explored, but it seemed best to avoid going there if possible.

Since I deduced there were multiple apes rather than just one.

Thank you for the good info.

It helped out a bit thanks to you.

[Necromancy is Love: Feel free to ask if you have any questions.]

We shall take Our leave now.

[Wild Grylls: What are you going to do?]

[Necromancy is Love: We intend to observe the world.]

Seeing the world after so long evokes a peculiar feeling.

Jeez, fancy way of saying you’re just gonna browse the Gallery.

It was a roleplay gimmick radiating madness comparable to Heavenly Demon’s.

I ended the conversation here and immediately sent a message to a fixed handle user.

Allfather-nim.

[Wild Grylls: May I ask a question?]

[Allfather: Speak.]

Some fixed handle user mentioned earlier that you are Kadir, Allfather-nim?

[Wild Grylls: The Mage King.]

[Allfather: Yes. That is correct.]

Huh?

Now I was bewildered. I never expected him to admit it so readily.

[Allfather: Do you believe it?]

Um... no?

That makes sense too. I immediately understood.

’I should just think of him as a strange person.’

There was nothing complicated to think about.

Asella, the current Hero and Gallery Orange Badge, was in a difficult predicament.

It wasn’t that the tracking squad was right at her throat, nor that she ran out of money.

It was an extension of that mega-sized discussion topic that spilled beyond the Gallery into reality.

’Not a single... message has arrived.’

What Asella was waiting for was a message directly from the Holy Kingdom, El Dorado.

To send a message, one had to be a fixed handle user.

Therefore, sending a message to Asella meant they could hardly engage in regular Gallery browsing.

Fortunately, there had been no separate messages arriving so far... but this was also problematic.

’Does the Holy Kingdom... have no intention of resolving this?’

If a message arrived, it was a problem; if it didn’t, it was a problem as well.

The former meant a guilty conscience, while the latter implied a total lack of intent to resolve the situation.

Whatever the case, it was a situation where Asella had no choice but to be disappointed.

’If a message does come...’

Could she reveal that she was the Hero and gain an opportunity to clear the misunderstanding?

Asella violently shook her head as soon as that thought crossed her mind.

As mentioned before, she had her foolish side, but she was by no means stupid.

Even if she cleared the misunderstanding, El Dorado would undoubtedly use her status as Orange Badge.

Among other things, they would exert pressure on the one who leaked the information—that is, Grylls. In severe cases, they might demand a permanent ban.

For Grylls, whose survival rate fluctuated drastically depending on the existence of the Gallery, that would be fatal.

’This... is not right.’

The Gallery was a platform available to everyone.

Even a nation couldn’t recklessly regulate the Gallery. At least, that was what she believed.

However, the actions committed by the Holy Kingdom were far detached from Asella’s convictions.

For a nation blessed by the gods to commit atrocities using that very blessing.

’I would rather...’

Asella closed the Gallery. Her mood was gradually turning gloomy.

’I would rather they do nothing at all.’

Because that way, she would be at least a little less disappointed.