I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 120

Most people view dwarves as a race that loves alcohol and minerals.

However, that is only half true.

While every single dwarf adored alcohol, that wasn’t the case for minerals.

It was simply that their innate physical build and bodily capabilities granted them immense potential for mineral-related work.

This naturally led dwarf society to develop based on mining.

Furthermore, the pace of that development was unrivaled.

When other races were in the Paleolithic or Neolithic eras, dwarves alone surged past the Bronze Age straight into the Iron Age...

Some critics even argued that they significantly influenced the growth of other races as well.

As time passed, dwarves no longer pulled ahead of civilization single-handedly.

However, because the impact of that era was so profound, even as times changed, the image of dwarves as ’a race of alcohol and minerals’ persisted.

"Ohh... Ohhh...!"

And the regular Gallery user Passing Dwarf, Gareth, was a textbook example fitting that exact stereotype.

A dwarf who didn’t just like alcohol but loved it, possessing deep expertise in metallurgy.

That dwarf was currently marveling continuously at the sword held in his hands.

Shaaa-a-a-a!

Dark purple stars glittering within a green galaxy.

Though poetic, it suited the sword Gareth held perfectly.

Originally a dull silver, it had begun to shine at some point.

’This is the most beautiful sword I have ever seen in my life...!’

Gareth was a dwarf specializing in metallurgy. Naturally, his knowledge of sword performance and quality was top-tier.

Although his skill lagged behind other master blacksmiths due to his excessive love of booze, his eye for quality was razor-sharp.

The Mithril-Orichalcum alloy crafted by Grylls, and the sword forged from that very alloy.

It took an overwhelmingly decisive first place among all the swords he had ever seen.

’Though it still has some crude aspects...’

To be frank, setting aside the materials, the sword itself was closer to a mass-produced weapon.

When making a tool like a sword that requires delicate balance and precise force transmission, one generally does not rely on a mold.

A practical and truly magnificent blade could only be born when hand-forged directly by a blacksmith’s hammer.

Therefore, the sword’s craftsmanship alone couldn’t be rated high, but the materials were so obscenely broken that they compensated for every single flaw.

Even a tool made of solid Mithril was nearly impossible to find, yet this contained Orichalcum as well.

The end result Gareth held in his hands utterly captivated his soul.

’I didn’t even channel much mana into it. Just how absurdly high is its mana efficiency?’

The reason the sword displayed such a magnificent color was precisely mana.

Yet even with a minute amount of mana injected, it glittered like a galaxy.

A joint creation of Mithril, which inherently held dense mana, and Orichalcum, which possessed supreme mana affinity.

He had known early on that the chances of failure were low, but a legendary masterwork beyond imagination had been born.

’Now is not the time to be entranced. I have to sharpen the edge.’

Gareth snapped out of his daze as he stared at the sword showing off its brilliant splendor.

Why did Grylls hand this sword to him? It certainly wasn’t a gift.

It was to test the alloy’s performance. And to sharpen the edge.

Since he had roughly gauged the alloy’s performance, it was time to sharpen the blade.

’To think he can craft something like this virtually infinitely...’

Gareth thought to himself while grinding the edge. What if this sword’s existence were revealed to the world?

Beyond causing chaos, people desperate to seize this sword would swarm in endless numbers.

A solid Mithril sword alone would turn the world upside down, but this was mixed with Orichalcum.

’Even legendary blades of myth weren’t on this level. Not even the Holy Sword.’

The Hero’s Holy Sword, Revolution.

While divine power resided within it due to Aris’s blessing, the raw material itself was just ordinary steel.

’Could that sword Heavenly Demon gave him even come close?’

The sword allegedly crafted from Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron. Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron was one of the pinnacle minerals.

A mineral far rarer than Mithril, Orichalcum, and Adamantium—the known three supreme rare minerals.

Unless Heavenly Demon’s claim was a bluff, it might stand a slight chance of competing.

After all, the fact that this was a solid ingot weapon was already utterly insane.

’From the looks of it, he seems planning to give this sword to Heavenly Demon...’

Gareth paused mid-sharpening. His face clouded with deep concern.

Was it truly alright to blithely gift this sword to another person?

Of course, the true owner of this sword was strictly Grylls. Gareth had no say in the matter.

Yet he couldn’t help feeling anxious. When this sword’s existence was exposed, how would the world react?

Was it really okay to give this sword to Heavenly Demon, who spent all her time shitposting on the Gallery from her room? It was a deep dilemma.

’If she possesses a sword made of Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron, she must be a pretty high-ranking figure, but still...’

Gareth pondered anxiously for a moment before finishing sharpening the edge.

On top of that, he crafted the hilt himself.

And thus, the Mithril-Orichalcum alloy sword imbued with the touch of a dwarven master artisan was completed.

’What should we call this alloy of Mithril and Orichalcum?’

Since it was an alloy that had never existed in the world before, even its naming required careful thought.

An alloy that only Grylls could forge. At this, Gareth nodded.

It would be better for Grylls to name both the alloy and the sword.

Sageuk-jak—

Gareth sliced through a stack of paper to check if the edge was properly honed.

Even though he barely touched it against the stack, the paper was sliced cleanly with absolute ease.

’Since it’s solid Mithril, the weight is ridiculously light too.’

Lightweight, yet boasting performance superior to a steel sword. On top of that, extraordinary mana efficiency.

To top it off, a glittering visual effect whenever mana was injected.

’Judging purely by performance, this looks more like a Holy Sword than the actual Holy Sword...’

After harboring a thought bordering on sacrilege for a moment, Gareth immediately sent a message to Grylls.

[Passing Dwarf: Hey. Sharpened the whole blade.]

Fitted the hilt too, so take it.

Thanks thanks, nice timing.

[Wild Grylls: I just got back from catching the crab, too.]

[Passing Dwarf: No need to send it right away. I’m gonna eat it for dinner.]

[Wild Grylls: Okay.]Read the latest chapters at no​velping.com.

[Passing Dwarf: By the way, are you really giving that to someone else?]

Yeah, planning to give it to Heavenly Demon-nim.

She gave me her sword, after all. Of course I should return the favor.

Gareth started typing a message, then stopped.

He seemed completely set on giving it, so arguing about it was pointless.

Besides, Grylls was in the Forest of the Four Seasons. Even if the sword’s existence and creator were revealed, he wouldn’t be in danger.

Who on earth would dare step foot into the Forest of the Four Seasons just to obtain that alloy?

Even if they somehow obtained it, they wouldn’t be able to leave alive. Only Grylls could manage that.

’I just hope Heavenly Demon doesn’t make any useless posts about it.’

Although her frequency had decreased lately due to doing moderator work, she was a regular user who constantly posted useless junk in the past.

Praying that the existence of the sword would remain hidden as long as possible, Gareth sent a message.

[Passing Dwarf: Are you gonna give it to other people too?]

Well. Not sure about that.

Might just make one for myself?

Unless there’s a proper trade offered, though.

[Passing Dwarf: Give it out cautiously if possible.]

It’s a sword so absurdly good that it could cause a bloody storm.

[Wild Grylls: Is it that big of a deal?]

[Passing Dwarf: Yeah, it really is.]

It’s a Mithril-Orichalcum alloy in the first place;;

I have so much of it lying around to kick that I don’t realize how good it is.

[Passing Dwarf: You motherfucker lololol]

Absurd, yet an indisputable fact. Gareth burst into a dry laugh.

An answer only Grylls could give. Every time he heard something like this, it felt bizarre.

Ah. Also, I’m going to make one more sword and one more dagger, can you sharpen their blades too?

If it’s too much trouble, at least fit the hilts for me.

[Passing Dwarf: Yeah, I can easily do that much.]

On one condition.

What condition? Crabs?

Passing Dwarf

Nah, I’ll give you an ingot mold, so make me an ingot out of the alloy.

I want to keep it as a keepsake.

Okay, got it.

[Passing Dwarf: Ah. Also, what are you naming the alloy and the sword?]

I’ll let Heavenly Demon-nim name the sword herself, and as for the alloy, I don’t know.

[Wild Grylls: Mythricon?]

[Passing Dwarf: Fucking half-assed name;;]

Actually, sounds alright though?

lol

Mythricon. Half-assed as it was, it was a fitting enough name.

It wasn’t an official term anyway, so calling it whatever didn’t matter.

Anyway, thanks for helping out.

I’ll send the crab over in the evening.

[Passing Dwarf: Okay, make sure to forge that ingot and send it.]

I’ll make it right away and send it.

I’ll send it along with the sword and dagger.

By the way, do I need to quench the ingot too?

Passing Dwarf

Nah, just leave it to cool.

The conversation ended there. He had likely gone back to work.

Gareth thought as he closed his chat with Grylls.

’Is this motherfucker gonna find Adamantium next?’

The terrifying thing was that the possibility was remarkably high.

The Demonic Brain of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult and regular Gallery user Smart Demon, Wi Seol-ak.

His days passed in a whirlwind of business. As befitted the title of Demonic Brain, he was tasked with countless responsibilities.

In particular, with the atrocities of the Holy Kingdom of Eldorado recently exposed, he couldn’t rest at all.

The relationship between the Central Plains and Eldorado was fairly neutral, but it was different for other nations.

Since many nations had been affected to varying degrees by the Immortal King crisis.

While those nations were embroiled in conflict, his side had no choice but to formulate their own plans.

Work to expand the influence of the Demonic Cult even further—that was Wi Seol-ak’s primary duty.

Jeobeok- jeobeok- jeobeok—

In a situation where even having two bodies wouldn’t be enough, Wi Seol-ak was following behind a certain woman.

Narrow shoulders, hair tied back in a ponytail, and dignified black robes.

And in her hand was a sword with a dull silver hue.

’For what reason is she stepping outside?’

Wi Seol-ak was currently walking behind the Heavenly Demon, Yoo So-wol.

He had been summoned in the middle of his daily duties, as usual.

He had been filled with immense worry from the moment he was summoned, and even their destination seemed unusual.

Furthermore, she held a sword he had never seen before. Setting the edge aside, judging purely by its shape, the quality did not look impressive.

It was so unsightly that a sword crafted by an ordinary blacksmith would look far better.

’Who gave her that sword? Don’t tell me, Grylls?’

Otherwise, there was no way she could have suddenly obtained a sword. Wi Seol-ak accessed the Gallery.

As for posts made by Grylls, there were only two—one from this morning and another posted just now.

’Mythricon...’

An alloy combining Mithril and Orichalcum using a makeshift furnace.

A post stating that he had forged that alloy was published. Naturally, explosive reactions dominated the comment section.

An alloy of True Silver (Mithril) and True Gold (Orichalcum), of all things. It wouldn’t be surprising if the entire world turned upside down.

’Could that be the sword forged from it?’

Using his brilliant mind, Wi Seol-ak deduced a hypothesis.This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.

That the sword Yoo So-wol currently held was forged from that alloy.

Normally, he would never make such an absurd assumption.

However, he had seen Grylls’s post.

It was written in that post.

That he received support from Passing Dwarf in the form of a mold and various tools.

And using those, he crafted a sword to give to Heavenly Demon, intending to use the rest for himself.

"...Haneul-isiyeo."

"Speak."

"May I ask why you brought me along?"

If it was just to test the sword’s performance, she could do it alone. Yet Yoo So-wol had brought him along.

Surely she wasn’t planning to reveal her regular Gallery identity, so there had to be a reason.

At this, Yoo So-wol answered in an unbothered tone.

"Recently, my benefactor gifted me a sword. However, he told me to name it myself."

"A name... you say?"

"Indeed. I possess little talent in naming things. Thus, I thought it best for you to name it, which is why I called you."

"...."

Summoning a busy man just to name a blade. Wi Seol-ak wore an incredulous expression.

Yet who was Yoo So-wol? Was she not a being who looked down not with ordinary eyes, but with the gaze of Heaven?

"Your face is filled with discontent."

"Not at all."

"Speaking words you do not mean."

"My apologies."

"I appreciate your prompt apology."

Yoo So-wol brushed past Wi Seol-ak’s impoliteness lightly. Her attitude clearly showed she truly didn’t care.

Just as Wi Seol-ak breathed a silent sigh of relief inside, Yoo So-wol stopped in her tracks.

"Mm? Haneul-isiyeo. This place is..."

"This spot should be suitable."

The place where Yoo So-wol stopped was none other than a cliff.

A strange location where only a single towering tree stood.

Behind the tree stretched countless mountain ranges, offering a truly breathtaking vista.

’Wh-What? We were inside a building just a moment ago!’

However, Wi Seol-ak could not hide his utter bewilderment.

No matter how much he was called the Demonic Brain, he was still a martial artist of the Murim.

His martial achievements were by no means lacking, allowing him to sense almost any flow of Qi, yet when he regained his senses, they were at a cliff.

In a situation that felt almost like teleportation, Yoo So-wol slowly raised her sword.

At that action, Wi Seol-ak composed his flustered emotions and stared at her back.

Shaaa-a-a-a!

"A green... galaxy...?"

As Yoo So-wol channeled her Qi into the blade, the sword began to glow.

The surface of the blade overflowed with beauty, as if containing an emerald galaxy within itself.

Yoo So-wol merely glanced at the sword’s majestic appearance, without pausing her movement.

Soon, her slowly raised arm was lifted high toward the sky.

Chwa-ak—

She brought it down ever so lightly. Not a strike—she literally just lowered it.

So gently that only the faint sound of the blade parting the air could be heard.

It was an elegant movement, akin to painting a picture.

Jjeo-jeo-jeok—

Yet its aftermath was by no means light.

For the tree stretching straight into the heavens split in two and slowly separated.

The perfectly healthy tree split down the middle without even touching the blade.

’As expected...’

Wi Seol-ak swallowed hard at the sight.

Though he had anticipated it, Yoo So-wol had grown immeasurably stronger than before.

With this level of martial prowess, spreading the glory of the Demonic Cult would surely pose no challenge.

"Hmm."

Yet Yoo So-wol herself seemed unsatisfied.

Looking down at the blade, she muttered softly.

"’Tis not a particularly good sword."

"Pardon? What do you mean..."

"A sword is only worthy of being called a sword when it cuts what its wielder desires."

"...?"

Amidst her baffling words, Wi Seol-ak suddenly felt a sense of incongruity.

The landscape revealed beyond the vertically split tree—that landscape looked strange.

The first thing to catch his eyes were the clouds. Clouds that should have been gathered as one were offset.

Not just the clouds—a fine ’thin line’ was drawn across the very ’sky’.

With that thin line as the boundary, both sides were misaligned.

"...."

The sky, the very firmament that humanity must look up to with reverence.

It had been severed in two by a single downward stroke.

A strike so subtle it felt embarrassing to even call it a slash. Yet that single strike split the heavens.

"If one is not careful, this weapon will bring forth a rain of blood."

"...."

"So, does any name come to mind?"

Wi Seol-ak stood speechless for a long time.

Meanwhile, at that moment in the Forest of the Four Seasons.

Shaaa-a-a-a!

"Oh."

Grylls gasped in admiration as he looked at the newly forged sword.

"Is it a glow-in-the-dark sword? Cool."