I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 151

A bridge that helps survivors cross the river easily.

To properly understand its structure and principles, I crafted a miniature out of tree branches.

Seeing once is better than hearing a hundred times, and doing once is better than seeing a hundred times.

After getting the general hang of it, I set out to build the bridge myself.

"...What should I do?"

And I hit a wall as soon as I started. Or rather than hitting a wall, I felt completely at a loss.

It was good that I grasped the structure and principles by crafting the model.

But once I actually got started, everything turned out to be a problem. It wasn’t like I was done just by planing wood.

Not only did I have to cut the logged trees to a specific size, but even planing was difficult since it was my first time.

’The fact that it’s hard to use Aura is also a problem.’

Since I still can’t control the frost energy well, I’m trying to avoid using Aura as much as possible.

So I used mana only for physical enhancement and processed the wood without Aura as much as possible.

Sagak! Sagak! Sagak!

I split the felled log exactly in half and divided it vertically once again.

Because the log was so thick, sawing required a staggering amount of hard labor.

If I didn’t even have a saw, I would have thrown in the towel long ago.

’Honestly, every time I do something like this, I respect ancient people even more.’

If it were just sawing, I would have gritted my teeth and pushed through, but the swirling sawdust was far more agonizing.

It was even hard to breathe because of the dust, so in the end, I had no choice but to wear the mask I received to prepare for yellow dust.

Cutting one tree like that, adjusting its length, and planing down even the finest details evenly.

"Ugh. When am I going to finish all this?"

I barely finished processing just one, and a curse almost popped out of my mouth.

Sawing was exhausting in its own right, dust flew everywhere, and the sheer volume was overwhelming.

I thought about asking the raccoon family, but decided against it.

After all, it was just raccoon strength, and I worried what would happen if a fire accidentally broke out.

’Isn’t there anyone to work around here?’

Trying to do it all alone is far harder than I imagined.

To think I’d be feeling this way when I’ve barely started.

I leaned my back against the stacked wood and took a sip of water.

Even though it was still a cool spring, sweat was dripping profusely.

’Processing is one thing, but will I even be able to erect the bridge?’

Worries were already creeping up.

What if, after finishing all the processing, I face another problem and can’t erect the bridge?

I thought about how everything I had done so far might turn out to be completely meaningless.

Title) Please, just one person come here.

Wild Grylls

(Photo of fully processed wood)

Processing wood is fucking hard. Please, someone come and help me out.

Re: Heavenly Demon) Is Sword Qi still difficult for you to use?

Re: Wild Grylls) Yes. If it freezes over, it gets troublesome.

Re: Sword Matstar) It must be super tough with your bare body. But wouldn’t it count as a workout at least?

Re: Wild Grylls) My back muscles are twitching.

Re: Sword Matstar) Chopping firewood is originally excellent for training back muscles. And while you’re at it, it would be good not to rely solely on Aura and train your pure physical abilities too.

Re: Wild Grylls) Understood.

Re: This guy is always asking for trouble every time I see him;;;

Re: He says he misses human company. Let’s be understanding.

Re: Isn’t he looking for a slave rather than a survivor?

Re: True lololol He was secretly recruiting a slave lololol

Re: If you get hired there, what do you get?

Re: What would he give lol It’s just a real-life version of a sub-mod.

Re: Heavenly Demon) Hm. This mistress is not particularly drawn to it either. That is not even entertaining.

Re: Grylls’s slave rejected even by the sub-mod shiver shiver

Re: Passing Dwarf) Is woodworking really that hard? Seeing my friend do it made it look easy, but I guess not.

Re: Wild Grylls) Does that person use machines?

Re: Passing Dwarf) Isn’t that obvious in this day and age? Who does it barehanded lol

Re: Wild Grylls) Fuck, I want a machine too.

Re: Passing Dwarf) Do you even know how to use one? or Could you use it if given? lol

Re: Wild Grylls) Sigh. I wonder if a decent slave will drop down from somewhere.

Re: Look at how brazen he is lololol Remember when he saw a survivor and slammed full throttle on the accelerator lololol

Re: Looks like he hit a heavy reality check. Otherwise he wouldn’t change like that lol

Re: Wild Grylls) It’s hard for me, so how much harder must it be for ordinary people? I respect them anew.

Re: At least those people don’t do it alone, Grylls-ya...

Re: It’s because you’re alone, yeah.This chapter was taken from nov​elping.com without permission.

Re: What’s the point of humans having a high ceiling? In the end, they’re only strong together lol

Re: Isn’t that the same for other races too?

Re: Are you not making the raccoon family do it?

Re: Papa Raccoon is already working. Digging up medicinal herbs.

Re: What about Mama Raccoon or the baby raccoon? Give it a try and ask them.

Re: You’ll get arrested for that, you bastard;;

Re: There’s nowhere to arrest him over there anyway lol

Re: Ah, right? Grylls-ya. Let’s work the raccoon family as slaves. That’ll solve it.

Re: Starlight Lady) You people aren’t even human. How could you even think of such a thing?

Re: Wild Grylls) Actually, I did think about it, but discarded the idea out of fear they’d get hurt.

Re: Starlight Lady) ...At least it’s a relief you have a conscience.

Re: It has fur, but anyway it exists lololol

Re: This guy Grylls has a hilarious side every time I see him lol

After making my half-lamentation, everyone just said their piece and moved on.

I had only gone online for a break anyway, so I didn’t think much of it.

Re: Try asking the gorillas. Who knows? Maybe if you give them Fasting Pills, they’ll accept.

Re: What, like foreign workers? lololol

Re: Not foreign workers, animal workers lololol

Re: I heard beastfolk are so good at manual labor.

Re: Should we even call them beastfolk? Judging by what they do, they’re closer to primitives.

Re: That’s what beastfolk are, what else?

Re: Suspiciously...) They’re not beastfolk, you bastards...

Re: If they have fur, limbs, and speak human words, they’re beastfolk lol

Re: FR lol

It wasn’t as if I hadn’t thought about hiring the gorillas in exchange for Fasting Pills.

But the gorillas were Bbareumbo’s sworn enemies.

They were filled with nothing but ill feelings toward each other, so like hell they’d listen.

’I have no choice but to do it alone.’

Grumbling inwardly, I continued processing the remaining wood.

Cutting logs horizontally, then vertically again, and finishing up with planing.

Every little bit adds up; as time passed, the number of processed logs gradually grew.

’If I don’t dry them, mold will grow, but...’

Later I’ll have to fill it with cement or replace it with a stone bridge whenever I get the chance.

For now, let’s just focus on making the bridge.

"Phew."

Time flew by, and quite a bit of processed lumber had stacked up.

Of course, it was still far from enough,

but I carried the logs inside the cave to prepare for rain.

It suddenly occurred to me that I might use a lot of lumber in the future, so shouldn’t I build a separate drying room?

Of course, that thought was dismissed before long.

’Because then I’d have to do more expansion work.’

Unless survivors came, there would be no expansion work.

Even if someone came, they might be far removed from productive activities.

That Ludwig guy was a paladin—in other words, a soldier.

Soldiers are famous for being far removed from production.

’At least it’s dry inside the cave, which is a relief.’

The weather was chilly, so I had lit the fireplace. A hot and dry environment.

Naturally, you can’t dry wood completely in a day or two.

According to the dwarf, it was a process that took at least several months.

It’s easiest to just maintain the mindset of using them as a basic framework.

"Wow. A whole day just vanished."

I checked the time while letting out an exclamation that sounded close to a sigh.

All I did was eat lunch and work, yet evening was already approaching.

The sun was setting slowly, looking as though it were urging me to hurry up and wrap up the work.

Just working caused an entire day to vanish. And I wasn’t even done yet.

I wondered when I’d ever finish all this, but if I kept at it steadily, an end would eventually come into sight.

Before the sun set completely, I went up to the river. It was to retrieve the fish traps and check across the river at the same time.

’Hmm. An even shittier region.’

An environment worse than the Fog Zone unfolded before me.

As if it had taken a heavy dose of radiation, the ground was entirely green.

For the record, it wasn’t grass—the ground was literally glowing green.Get faster updates on novelрing.com.

’What on earth happened over there to make it look like that?’

I really hoped whatever that radiation-like stuff was wouldn’t affect this side.

I carefully retrieved the fish caught in the traps.

Thanks to setting up two fish traps, I was able to catch five fish.

"Keng!"

Not long after I returned, Papa Raccoon came to visit.

In his hand, he held a medicinal herb that looked like wild ginseng.

When I asked Heavenly Demon, she said it was wild ginseng filled with Internal Energy. I decided to use it as an ingredient for Fasting Pills.

By the way, she said the Fasting Pills were almost finished and could be given by tomorrow morning.

I was happy too, but Speed Sloth liked it the most. He really loves eating.

’He’s surprisingly good at finding wild ginseng.’

Since he produced results, I had to give a reward.

I appetizingly cooked one fish and presented it to the raccoon family.

The raccoon family seemed to like the grilled fish, devouring it cleanly.

"Ki-ing."

"Kki-ing! Kking!"

Mama Raccoon fed a piece of fish to the baby raccoon first.

Seeing her feed her baby before herself made me realize family really is family.

’I’m a bit envious of this.’

Just a few years ago, I too ate at the same table with my family. A bitter smile crept onto my face naturally.

Even if it hurts, I can cherish it as a memory now. Otherwise, I’d only be torturing myself.

After finishing dinner with the raccoon family, I rested in the warm cave.

Shaaaa-

I didn’t forget to practice the Mental Cultivation Method for controlling frost energy.

Though it had been a short time, controlling the frost energy became easier thanks to my efforts so far.

The frost energy, which had been the size of a millet grain until this morning, grew to the size of a ping-pong ball.

They say everything is hard at first; once momentum picked up, the growth rate surged steeply.

’Condensing the frost energy isn’t the end.’

My goal is to use the frost energy whenever I want, not just isolate it.

Still, the progress itself wasn’t bad, so time would be the only answer.

Finishing the Mental Cultivation Method, I logged into the Gallery.

’Still the same.’

It was blazing hot with discussion topics regarding El Dorado.

They were talking about having entered a semi-civil war or whatever, but I didn’t care much.

Unless Ludwig and I meet and Ludwig drops a massive bombshell, this would be the end of it.

’There isn’t really a core figure either.’

Crucially, there was no central figure—no leader to spearhead a civil war.

If the Hero were here, things might be different, but well... whatever.

I closed the Gallery and prepared for bed.

Wonmo was already sleeping lazily, and Speed Sloth was just staring blankly at the fire again.

’Thinking about working again tomorrow makes me feel so suffocated.’

Won’t an excellent laborer fall from the sky somewhere?

Thinking useless thoughts again, I slowly closed my eyes.

As time passed, just before dawn broke.

The crowing of a rooster could be heard in the distance, and most animals set out to prepare for activity.

However, given the season, the sun had not yet fully risen.

Thus, the animals were each preparing for action.

"..."

But as the saying goes: the early bird catches the worm.

While everyone was getting ready, someone was already taking action in advance.

Just like a certain animal currently staring intently at the signpost installed by the river.

"Kreu-ng."

On the signpost written in various languages, the language that animal was focusing on was none other than Central Plains speech.

The animal quietly stared at the language with blood-red eyes.

Following that, it turned its head and looked at the place where smoke was gently wafting up.

It was the smoke coming out of the chimney from Speed Sloth throwing firewood in all through the dawn.

"..."

The red-eyed animal slowly walked toward the source of the smoke.

Between its appearance and the way it moved forward while resting its muscular arms on the ground, it was unmistakably a gorilla.

But unlike other gorillas, its fur was white and even its eyes were red.

Furthermore, it wasn’t just its eyes that were red.

"Ooh-ooh...!"

The gorilla’s palms were also blood-red in color.