I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 150

Title) I made a notice sign

Wild Grylls

(Photo of the notice sign)

I’m planning to set up this notice so it can be seen from across the river.

I didn’t originally plan on putting it by the river, but I saw a person across the river today;;

It was too brief so I couldn’t take a photo, but they seem to be someone sent from the Holy Kingdom. Yeah.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) Did you truly see a human?

ㄴWild Grylls) Yes. He was riding a Kirin and fighting lions?

ㄴSword Matstar) A Kirin is that long-necked animal you mentioned earlier, right?

ㄴWild Grylls) Yes.

ㄴSword Matstar) With a neck that long, it seems like it’d block his view ahead;;

ㄴWild Grylls) Well, I didn’t ask him directly, so I wouldn’t know.

ㄴIsn’t that Kirin going to come along when he crosses over?

ㄴFor real lol, if it comes, that’s one more mouth to feed lol

ㄴWith a neck that long, wouldn’t there be nowhere for it to rest?

ㄴThat too, but it might also have a nasty temper;;

ㄴDon’t Abandon the Hero) That’s a great idea! This way, other survivors will be able to see it too!

ㄴAre you sure you didn’t just missee? Since it’s the Forest of the Four Seasons, it probably showed you an illusion.

ㄴThe description is way too detailed for an illusion. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see haha

ㄴWhat if that person kills Grylls?

ㄴDon’t Abandon the Hero) That would absolutely never happen! Ludwig-ssi is a kind person!

ㄴEven if he’s kind, humans turn wicked when survival is on the line, Orange Badge;;

ㄴI’m worried about that part too. Ludwig aside, what if some other survivor comes and wreaks havoc?

At first, the reactions were typical of the Gallery, but soon, various concerns began to pour in.

For now, let’s assume there really is a survivor in the Forest of the Four Seasons. They might see the notice and cross the river.

But what happens after that? What if that survivor harbors malicious intent and harms me?

’It’s not entirely out of the question.’

In the face of survival, all animals were practically competitors.

Even if they were of the same species, it was no different.

Furthermore, since I didn’t know how to speak the language of this world, persuading them wouldn’t be easy either.

’I’ll just have to make the most of the Gallery.’

Even for an insanely strong sloth, finding food in the Forest of the Four Seasons was a difficult task.

If it weren’t for the Gallery, I would have starved to death as well.

In a remote place like this, simply being able to use the Gallery is a massive advantage.

For starters, showing them the Gallery and using it for translation would be a good idea.

’In any case, winning them over is the top priority. In the end, manpower is what matters most.’

There are things humans can do, and there are things the Gallery can do.

Just then, comments similar to my thoughts began to flood in.

Though some profanity was mixed in occasionally, I didn’t pay it much mind.

’Let’s go put up the notice first.’

Even though it was large, it wasn’t a problem. After all, I had the Subspace Backpack.

Soon, I meticulously positioned it so that it could be easily seen from across the river.

I would just need to check on its status whenever I went to retrieve the fish traps.

’Crossing the river is also an issue.’

The width was one thing, but the current was too strong. It seemed impossible to cross with just one’s bare body without a boat.

I wondered if someone could leap across, but thinking that a person of such high caliber would have survived without any injuries was overly optimistic.

The more survivors there were, the higher the likelihood that someone would have an injured leg.

Even in my case, if it weren’t for the Elixir, I would have had to live with a permanent disability.

’I need to build a bridge.’

One might ask how I could build a bridge when the space across the river changes in real-time.

But what changes is the land across the river; the river itself always remains the same.

That meant there would always be a space in a similar condition on the other side.

’I should measure the distance first.’

I pulled a rope out of my Subspace Bag. I always carried simple tools around with me.

Next, I tied a dagger to the end of the rope and threw it across the river.

Not into the space across the river, but exactly up to the boundary line.

’As expected, it’s quite wide.’

I marked the rope and pulled it back.

I was about to head back, but paused to look at the space across the river.

The Forest of the Four Seasons, where all kinds of diverse environments unfolded. Right now, it was a space filled with fog.

What could be inside that fog? Could there really be a survivor in a place like that?

’No matter how I look at it, I’m on the lucky side.’

Leaving the Gallery aside, the fact that "survival" itself is possible here is a huge blessing.

If it had been a foggy zone, a volcanic zone, or worse, a desert or a snowy mountain... just imagining it is horrifying.

’Where was that person? Don’t Kirins live in grasslands?’

Moreover, even the lions surrounding him. They are animals that inhabit grasslands.

But I can’t be sure of this either. Kangaroos live not too far from here.

Just like humans, wherever animals adapt becomes their habitat.

’I’ll build the bridge slowly, and craft the sword first.’

While building even a temporary bridge would take a long time, crafting a sword wouldn’t.The source of this chapter is nove⁠lping.com.

Besides, I also need to verify Papa Raccoon’s abilities.

Of course, sharpening swords was the Dwarf’s specialty, so I decided to ask him.

[Passing Dwarf: I think this every time I see you,]

but you seem to have a tendency to view the world way too optimistically.

[Wild Grylls: What are you talking about?]

[Passing Dwarf: I get that you’re happy because you saw a survivor,]

but you shouldn’t make hasty decisions when you’re in a good mood.

Think it over at least two or three times.

What came back was advice packed with cold, hard truth. At first, I wondered what he meant.

For the Dwarf, who usually joked around and giggled with me, to say something like this.

It meant I was making a careless choice. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

’Um...’

I shut my mouth tight and thought about what the Dwarf was worried about.

The plan to throw supplies—specifically, weapons—across the river for the survivor.

I had judged that giving weapons would be better than food.

Since Mithril and Orichalcum were scattered all over the place here.

’...Could some gorilla-like bastard end up using it?’

The gorillas, who were practically no different from primitive humans except for their appearance.

Some of them used weapons, albeit crude ones, and the boss gorilla could even use mana.

Imagine if a Mythricon sword fell into the hands of creatures like that. Survival aside, the entire ecosystem would be blown to pieces.

’Come to think of it, didn’t they say there are monsters too?’

Goblins, Orcs, Gnolls, Ogres, and so on, which commonly appear in fantasy.

These guys are even more dangerous because they know how to use "tools."

Even apes use mana in this place, so why wouldn’t they be able to?

If I wasn’t careful, it would be like personally creating something that could become the ultimate threat.

’Tsk...’

It left a bitter taste in my mouth. Just as the Dwarf said, I must have gotten a bit too excited upon discovering a survivor.

In the end, I abandoned the idea of throwing a sword across the river. The risk factor was too high.

Instead, I would have to craft a separate sword for Ludwig. As a spare, that is.

’Before that, let’s build the bridge.’

I asked the Dwarf about this too. If there was any good way to build a temporary one.

Since I had to account for the river swelling due to rain, I wanted to build it in an arch shape.

If even the Dwarf didn’t know, I planned to just lay down a simple one and reinforce it step by step.

[Passing Dwarf: There is one way, but I don’t know if you can do it alone.]

[Wild Grylls: What is it?]

[Passing Dwarf: It’s called a Da Vinci Bridge,]

a construction method that’s been used since ancient times.

I believe it was often used in wars because it’s quite simple.

Da Vinci? Could it be the Da Vinci I know?

I couldn’t help but be slightly surprised by the all-too-familiar name.

I could let cement slide, but Da Vinci, being the name of a famous person, weighed on my mind.

Da Vinci?

[Wild Grylls: Is that by any chance a person’s name?]

[Passing Dwarf: IDK?]

I only know it’s been used since a long time ago.

It seemed best to ask Allfather about this later.

Since what was important right now wasn’t the origin, but the method.

[Wild Grylls: Can you teach me?]

[Passing Dwarf: Teaching you is easy, but building it will be tough.]

Do as you please.

But can’t that person just jump across?

Do you think anyone could cross a river like that?

Besides, they might have injured their leg.

[Passing Dwarf: lol if that’s the case, you might as well mass-produce Elixirs and scatter them around.]

That would be better.

It’s not like I hadn’t thought of that either.

But...

An Elixir couldn’t be crafted just because one had a Mature Mandrake.

If I asked Starlight Lady, she would of course agree to make it, but repeatedly asking her would be shameless.

Above all, the population of Mandrakes was visibly starting to dwindle.

’When I break it down one by one, I’m in danger right now too, aren’t I?’

Thinking about it two or three times, the Dwarf’s advice was absolutely right. This was no time to be complacent.

It seemed the joy of seeing a survivor had even lowered my intelligence.

’They say never make decisions when you’re happy, and that’s exactly it.’

It’s only been 22 days. That’s all it’s been, yet I’m dying for some human contact.

Seeing a survivor in such a state must have temporarily fried my brain.

’I shouldn’t look at things too optimistically.’

After briefly thinking that, I listened to the Dwarf’s explanation on how to build a Da Vinci Bridge.Find the original chapter at novеlping.com.

The delivery method was, of course, a Gallery post. The structure itself wasn’t difficult.

The Dwarf had even uploaded a video of himself personally assembling it with sticks. Thanks to that, it was easy to understand.

Understanding it was easy, but actually crafting it out of wood already made me feel overwhelmed.

ㄴPassing Dwarf) If it’s too much of a pain, should I just make it for you?

ㄴWild Grylls) No, I have to consider the space across the river too, so I’m going to make it myself.

ㄴPassing Dwarf) Then I’ll give you a hand plane, so use this.

ㄴWild Grylls) Thanks, thanks

ㄴPassing Dwarf) By the way, what if a beast crosses over instead of a human? Have you thought about that?

ㄴWild Grylls) Even just because of the Golden Frogs, a bridge is essential. These bastards are the gatekeepers.

ㄴPassing Dwarf) Ah. That’s true.

Having received the hand plane from the Dwarf, I began the bridge construction in earnest.

The first thing to do was logging. Not for firewood, but for the materials to build the bridge.

I didn’t use mana. The coldness might ruin the work.

Ujijik!

A massive tree fell over. I would just need to process this bit by bit.

I set aside the small branches for firewood and charcoal making, and processed the large trunk to fit the required size.

’Doing this all by myself is seriously exhausting.’

When will the land across the river change into a grassland? I hope it changes quickly.’

’But a Da Vinci Bridge? Could it really be the Da Vinci I know?’

Just like the cement, there were several bizarre aspects.

Was it something I knew, or was it just a product of coincidence?

It was a puzzling matter, but I decided to let it go for now.

’Who cares.’

After all, survival was what mattered most.

It was around the time Grylls was hard at work logging to build the temporary bridge.

The Paladin, Ludwig, riding atop the Kirin, was currently in a difficult predicament.

It wasn’t that the Kirin had betrayed him. Rather, they had just secured a victory in a battle against a pack of lions.

Thanks to the Kirin’s characteristically towering height, it had practically been a siege battle.

Even the Lich hadn’t been an issue, as the Mythricon sword gifted by Grylls played a massive role.

A sword that reacted intensely to even the faintest trace of mana. Because the mana density in the Forest of the Four Seasons was incredibly high, using mana was difficult.

But it was literally just difficult, not impossible. With enough concentration, it was doable to some extent.

Though the drawback was that it was like trying to fit an elephant through the eye of a needle, preventing him from exerting even 5% of his original power.

Nevertheless, the Mythricon sword’s superior performance provided immense help to Ludwig.

"Hmm..."

But even that was bound to have clear limits.

After a fierce battle, Ludwig took a rest under a large tree.

He let out a low groan as he looked at the area injured by the pack of lions.

Fortunately, both of his arms were fine, but his right foot had been bitten.

A lion’s bite force was already notoriously terrifying, and this was a lion inhabiting the Forest of the Four Seasons.

It had literally crunched through his steel boots, inflicting a severe wound.

’This is bad. I don’t see any herbs that could be used for treatment either.’

He had handed over all healing agents, like potions, to Race.

Excluding the Mythricon, he had essentially entered the Forest of the Four Seasons empty-handed.

At first, a combination of coincidence and luck had made survival easy, but it seemed that luck had run out.

’Considering the risk of infection, it would be right to amputate it, but...’

He looked around, considering the worst-case scenario.

A vast, empty grassland. There was no place in sight to hide and rest.

Caves? The caves he had discovered so far only contained three-headed lions or beasts of similar caliber.

’But was what I saw back then an illusion?’

Ludwig recalled that moment.

The person who looked like someone from the Central Plains, whom he had seen across the river.

He had been so dazed by the sight that he ended up suffering this injury.

It was a relief that only his foot was injured; if it weren’t for the Kirin, his life would have been in danger.

’If it wasn’t an illusion...’

He turned his head to look toward the river. A different scenery from before unfolded.

Before, it had been a forest with a river in between, but now, only a desert was visible.

His joy at finding a place to source water was short-lived, as even that river had completely changed.

’If the flesh necrotizes, I’ll have to amputate it.’

To do that, he had no choice but to monitor the progress. Ludwig frowned and looked up.

It seemed he would have to make this large tree his temporary shelter.

Since going anywhere in his current state would be dangerous.

’I will hold out until a forest with a river comes into view.’

Having made up his mind, Ludwig turned his head.

Where he turned his gaze, the Kirin was lying down, curled up in a ball.

’I’ll take that fellow along too.’

Ludwig found himself growing increasingly fond of the Kirin.