I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 117

Beyond every mountain lies another mountain. It was an apt phrase to express my current feelings.

I had painstakingly mined the Mithril, only for even the dwarf to tell me he couldn’t melt it.

The moment I heard this, a wave of reality hit me hard, but I barely managed to pull myself together.

I didn’t know what kind of structure this cursed Mithril had, but an explanation seemed necessary.

Explain in detail, please.

Is it really just because there’s a lot of mana inside?

[Passing Dwarf: Yep, it’s hard to melt, and even if you do, an ordinary furnace can’t handle it.]

Explain why.

Only then can I understand it.

It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just the situation is like this.

[Passing Dwarf: I get what you mean.]

Ordinary metal is...

I focused on reading the dwarf’s explanation.

Most metals were buried in the ground, naturally absorbing the earth’s mana.

Ordinary land mana wasn’t that abundant, so putting metal into a furnace posed no problem at all.

However, the deeper one dug underground, or in places like the Forest of the Four Seasons, there were areas where the earth’s mana was abnormally high.

Minerals mined in such places were bound to hold highly concentrated mana, so a special furnace had to be used.

If an ordinary furnace was used instead of a special one, he explained that there was a risk of explosion.

[Passing Dwarf: Whatever substance it is, if you forcibly compress it in a tight space and detonate it, it becomes a bomb.]

And the Mithril would naturally be blown to pieces.

Just what is a special furnace made of to be like that?

[Passing Dwarf: It’s just a furnace that uses a tremendous amount of mana.]

Is it something an individual can’t own?

[Passing Dwarf: The size of the furnace is bigger than a mansion, you human;;]

In the first place, it’s rarely used, so the state manages it directly.

What kind of inefficiency is that?

[Passing Dwarf: Fck, does our dwarven technology look like a joke to you?]

You don’t know how state-of-the-art this is, do you?

Sry.

It meant there was nothing I could do. Only sighs came out.

Building a furnace alone was crazy enough to drive me mad, but a special furnace?

Furthermore, since he boasted it was far larger than a mansion, crafting one was out of the question.

At this rate, the Mithril I had worked so hard to mine would become a white elephant.

I needed to find a way, but no proper method came to mind.

Passing Dwarf

Try making it yourself.

Since that place is the Forest of the Four Seasons, it’ll probably be no different from ordinary metal there, right?

You said it’s only possible in a special furnace.

[Passing Dwarf: That place naturally has a ton of mana.]

So give it a try.

I don’t know how to build a furnace.

[Passing Dwarf: Since it’s solid Mithril, just heat it in a forge and beat it with a hammer, and you’re done.]

If you want to use a mold, build a furnace to melt it.

That doesn’t add up though?

Didn’t you say I had to use a special furnace earlier?

[Passing Dwarf: Is your head really an anvil;;]

It’s when the shape changes that mana leaks out and explodes.

I noticed it because I was trying to cast it to make it quickly.

If I was late or had hammered it, I’d be in the hospital right now.

Aha. I understand now.

[Passing Dwarf: Truly heartbreaking.]

I felt sorry for you and tried to give it to you fast.

And you couldn’t even understand my intentions...

Sorry;;

Is there anything you want?

Passing Dwarf:

Give me one crab shell lol

Ugh, gross;;

Got it.

Since he shared valuable knowledge, I could willingly give him a crab shell.

I ended my conversation with the dwarf and delivered the word to the fixed members to whom I had handed Mithril.

It was necessary even if just to prepare against an unexpected accident.

[Heavenly Demon: Are you referring to True Silver?]

I still have it.

That’s a relief.

They say if you try to make equipment with it, it might explode.

Could you return it to me?

[Heavenly Demon: Is it because the amount of Qi contained within True Silver is excessive?]

Oh.

How did you know?

[Heavenly Demon: It is a simple matter.]

I wished to absorb it, but refrained out of concern that I might lose my true nature, so I was waiting.

If you return it, I’ll craft a sword for you myself.

[Heavenly Demon: May I look forward to it?]

Um... no?

It might take a long time.Follow the newest chapters on nоvelping.com.

[Heavenly Demon: I like your honesty.]

I shall wait without expectations.

I am fine with whatever weapon I use, after all.

Thank you.

I retrieved the Mithril I had given to Heavenly Demon, and...

[Praise the Sun: So it can’t even be crafted if it’s not hammering?]

I’ll go ask.

He says carving is fine.

[Praise the Sun: Then I’ll keep it.]

I’m planning to use it as a ring.

Still, be careful.

Praise the Sun decided to keep it.

When I asked the dwarf, he said the risk of explosion occurred when the state of the substance changed.

Carving it while maintaining its state posed no problem.

’Well, if that were the case, it would be no different from carrying around a bomb.’

Even if heat was applied and the shape changed, there was no problem. Why?

If it were hot enough to change the shape of iron, a human would have died long ago.

Having acquired various pieces of knowledge, I exited the Gallery.

’Fortunately, I don’t have to do everything myself.’

The dwarf said he could sharpen the edge for me instead.

He said I just needed to flatten and shape the Mithril.

If that wasn’t feasible, I could just receive a mold and pour the melted Mithril in.

’The drawback is that I have to build a furnace instead, though.’

Moreover, it wasn’t as if a mold could withstand the temperature of hot molten iron.

In severe cases, the furnace I painstakingly built might melt down.

Because the pros and cons of each option were distinct, I couldn’t help but ponder.

’Let’s eat first.’

Either way, eating was important. Let’s continue worrying about Mithril tomorrow.

When I went up to the river, there were a total of two fish caught in the trap. Satisfying.

I was about to gut them as I always did, but something crossed my mind and I stopped my hands.

’Should I try cutting them with Mithril?’

The Mithril fragments that had chipped off while mining... Among them were sharp parts.

Just how sharp would Mithril be? Harboring such expectations, I sliced open the fish’s belly.

Seueueuk-

It felt similar to a dagger. Exactly that level of feeling.

Though the edge hadn’t been ground, I couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

’Would it be different if I used Aura?’

So I used Aura, and lo and behold.

Even using a small amount of mana, the Aura blazed like fire.

Thinking I might have just grown stronger, I put Aura into the dagger as well, but the difference was night and day.

To verify, I used Aura on other tools as well, but the results were similar.

Compared to Mithril, I had to put in far more mana to manifest performance as Aura.

’So that’s how it is.’

The fuel efficiency is fantastic. It could be explained with just this.

This seemed to be the part where the dwarf said the performance alone would be insanely good.

Because it was Mithril and not Orichalcum, I could feel certain.

’It’ll be a massive help in long-term battles.’

Except for the Orichalcum Guardian, my mana had never been depleted so far.

However, in the first place, mana—or rather Aura itself—was a technique with extremely poor fuel efficiency.

Unless it took shape like an Aura Blade, it blazed like fire, which anyone could see was inefficient.

Perhaps it had even better efficiency than the Sword of the Heavenly Demon. It could also spur my training forward.

’It’s not a complete white elephant after all.’

For me, where survival was important, ’efficiency’ was one of the crucial factors to consider.

This Mithril pushed that efficiency to the extreme, making it close to an essential item.

I should craft various tools with this.

Its performance was similar to steel, yet its weight was light, making it perfect.

’Mining it is the issue, though.’

This couldn’t be helped. I just had to put in effoooort.

I finished dinner cleanly and executed cleanup for sleep.

I left the dug-out back section as it was, planning to dig it again tomorrow.

’The Elixir... I’ll place it above my head.’

A thief might break in during the night and steal something.

Although Speed Sloth would wake up to stop them, it was better to prepare for contingencies.

After finishing all settings, I logged onto the Gallery.

I didn’t have anything special to say, but I was curious if anything had happened.

’Tomorrow will mark exactly fifteen days.’

During the fifteen days, event-filled things had erupted. Today, I was beaten to a pulp by the leader monkey.

Tomorrow, I plan to bring back Orichalcum from the Orichalcum Cave and receive the crystal orb that will act as CCTV.

In addition, I should exert effort into constructing the furnace. I can just ask the dwarf about the structure.

’There’s so much to do.’

When I finished one thing, two popped up, and when I finished two, five more appeared.

Especially in the case of Mithril, it could only be processed in the Forest of the Four Seasons.

With a complex mind, I browsed through the Gallery. I needed to unwind.

Wild Grylls-nim. The shoes are finished.

While exploring the Gallery, one post caught my eye.

I thought it was a typical clickbait post, but I realized it was a post created by a fixed member.The source of this chapter is novelping dot com.

’Who is it?’

I Will Become a Duke. It was a nickname I felt like I had seen somewhere.

With curiosity, I opened the post.

Title) Wild Grylls-nim. The shoes are finished.

I Will Become a Duke

(Photo of beautifully crafted leather shoes)

(Photo of leather shoes fine even after pouring water)

(Photo of shoes not easily torn even by a knife)

It was a photo of shoes. Come to think of it, I had forgotten.

The promise that if someone gave me good shoes, I would give them a Mature Mandrake.

The moment I said those words, several people posted photos of shoes, but most weren’t to my liking.

Among them was a guy who even tried to scam me, so I lightly flipped him off and ended it.

Furthermore, thanks to the shoes given by the dwarf’s friend, the competition had died down.

Saying that no matter how hard they tried, it was all futile in front of a dwarf master.

I also liked the shoes crafted by the dwarf’s friend, so I hadn’t been paying attention.

’However, this person...’

However, this fixed member was different. Even as time passed, he put in effort.

Of course, if he had only put in effort with underwhelming results, I would have ignored it.

(Video of a sledgehammer being repeatedly struck down on the foot of the person wearing the shoes)

↳ B-Boss;; Y-You can stop now;;

↳ How many times is he hitting it, holy shit hahaha

↳ His foot is gonna get smashed to pieces at this rate;;

↳ Seeing as there’s not a single scream, they really seem sturdy? Hahaha

↳ He might just be gritting his teeth and enduring it lol

↳ I Will Become a Duke) (Photo taken revealing a masked appearance) Thinking you might say that, I recorded this as well. Recorded with a Recording Orb.

↳ Holy shit, look how thorough he is hahaha

↳ What’s with that mask? Looks like something worn at a masquerade, is he a noble?

↳ Who’s the person striking it with the sledgehammer?

↳ I Will Become a Duke) That is my son.

↳ Hahahahahahaha

↳ Hahahahaha

↳ Filial piety on fire, holy shit hahahahaha

↳ Even if it’s his son, he’s hitting way too hard hahahahaha

If not for that video, that is. No matter how sturdy the shoes were, to strike them with a sledgehammer!

That was why it felt even more trustworthy. Had he not burned his own body to prove the product’s performance?

After feeling stunned for a moment, I quickly left a comment, worried he might get hurt further.

Since there was no problem with performance, it seemed fine to trade.

↳ Wild Grylls) B-Boss. You don’t have to go that far. You didn’t get hurt, did you?

↳ I Will Become a Duke) (Video of taking foot out of the shoe after striking with sledgehammer) Yes.

↳ Wow. So fcking thorough. THIS is product verification;;

↳ Who made this? I’m getting greedy for it.

↳ I want to buy that!

↳ Buy it for me too!

↳ Passing Dwarf) Hey. You won. Looks like it performs better than my friend’s;;

↳ Woah, dwarf declaring defeat

↳ If a dwarf declares defeat, it means it’s the real deal lol

↳ Wild Grylls) I’ll buy it. But it’s late, so would tomorrow be okay?

↳ I Will Become a Duke) It is possible.

↳ Wild Grylls) I’ll send a message in a bit.

Feeling that a personal conversation was needed, I sent a message.

Unlike his stiff tone, he was a passionate person, which made him likable.

Hello, I Will Become a Duke-nim.

I saw the shoes well.

You need a Mature Mandrake, right?

I Will Become a Duke

That is correct.

Is there nothing else you need?

I Will Become a Duke

I do not need anything else.

A Mature Mandrake is urgent for me.

A Mature Mandrake is urgent. Desperation oozed out.

It seemed someone was suffering from an illness.

Otherwise, there was no reason to pass over everything else and insist strictly on a Mature Mandrake.

’He inspires trust.’

Both the video and the message showed he was a trustworthy person.

Leaving a message that I would send the Mature Mandrake tomorrow, I closed the Gallery window.

Tomorrow would be Day 15, that is, half a month, and further, I planned to consume the Inner Core.

From building the furnace to the trade with I Will Become a Duke. There was much to do.

’A Guardian won’t rise while I’m sleeping, right?’

Fortunately, no such thing happened.

"Ah. What the hell is this again?"

Except for the fact that the section I had painstakingly mined had completely restored itself.

I didn’t want an unlimited mining buffet, but it seemed I was forced to enjoy one.

’Is it a planarian?’

Planarian Mithril... what kind of hideous hybrid was this?