I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 159

As humanity developed language and further built civilization, they learned how to solve problems through ’words.’

They exchanged words to bridge differences in opinion that rarely narrowed, striving to minimize conflict.

This is the crucial difference between beasts and humanity: the possibility of solving problems with words.

However, since humans ultimately pursue individual interests, there are some areas that cannot be resolved through dialogue alone.

In those times, they resort to physical force, which, in a way, is actually a more convenient means than dialogue.

A binary method where a winner and a loser are decided. It is truly simple.

The Gallery was no different from what was mentioned above. In fact, unlike reality, the Gallery is a place where ’anonymity’ reigns supreme.

The desire to persuade the other party becomes paper-thin.

When a conflict arises, rather than trying to narrow the difference of opinion, it is common to mock the opponent or stubbornly dig in one’s heels.

Since one cannot swing a sword on a bulletin board, the side that gets so worked up they go wild is practically the loser, but occasionally, there are those who request a ’Real-Life PK.’

Since our opinions won’t align, let’s settle this with strength. It is roughly along those lines.

Title) Isn’t requesting a Real-Life PK itself a declaration of defeat?

Your logic is fucking amazing. Since I have nothing to say, let’s fight with physical force.

Isn’t requesting it basically declaring that?

ㄴ Yeah, exactly. That’s why almost no one actually accepts a Real-Life PK request, right? lol Have you seen anyone? I haven’t seen any, lol.

ㄴ A fight in the Gallery should be resolved in the Gallery, what do you mean Real-Life PK, lol.

ㄴ For real, it just makes the person who requested it look pathetic, lol.

Since that declaration itself is a defeat, Real-Life PKs are rarely requested or accepted.

Because the recipient breaks even whether they respond or not.

Thus, cases where a Real-Life PK actually takes place are rare.

The users just chuckle and move on.

Title) Upvote if you’re looking forward to the Real-Life PK between the Heavenly Demon and the Blood Demon Cult, lol.

Starting with me, lol.

ㄴ I’m so fucking jealous of the Central Plains people. To think they can watch such a hilariously fun match.

ㄴ I’m a Central Plains person, but I can’t upvote this.

ㄴ Why?

ㄴ I’m not from that region... The Central Plains is so vast that it takes days just to travel to another city.

ㄴ Doesn’t the Central Plains have something like a teleportation system?

ㄴ There is, but you have to transfer several times, so it costs way too much money T_T

But if a Real-Life PK actually happens, nothing is more entertaining than that.

Even more so if they are fixed-nicks who are famous among other fixed-nicks? This is impossible to resist.

Particularly since the Heavenly Demon even held the rank of Blue Badge, people couldn’t help but pay even more attention.

ㄴ Hasn’t an admin ever had a Real-Life PK before?

ㄴ Yeah. A Demon Race and an Elf. A Blue Badge told the Orange Badge that she wasn’t doing her job, so they had a Real-Life PK.

ㄴ They said they’d hand over the admin rights based on the result, but both of them died, lol.

ㄴ And they still didn’t ban Real-Life PKs?

ㄴ Why would they ban it? They said they wanted to fight themselves~ lol.

ㄴ I also had a Real-Life PK once. I’m going to dig up that bastard’s grave right now.

ㄴ shiver Did you actually kill him?

ㄴ No. We became friends while having the Real-Life PK, but he died of natural causes. Human lifespans are quite short...

ㄴ Oh dear...

ㄴ Oh my...

ㄴ That’s a bit sad.

ㄴ If you’re going as far as digging up his grave, you guys must have been really close.

The users harbored great expectations for this Real-Life PK between fixed-nicks, which was happening after a truly long time.

Usually, Real-Life PKs ended with both parties putting their arms around each other’s shoulders.

But that was only about seventy percent of the time. The remaining thirty percent involved bloody fights to the death.

This was not Earth, which was armed with a complex society and strict laws.

Furthermore, people fighting each other in the Central Plains was simply ’daily life.’

Wagle-wagle-

A plaza in Shaanxi Province of the Central Plains.

Since Shaanxi Province was a major hub of the Central Plains, many people came and went.

However, today of all days, an exceptionally large crowd of people was waiting quietly in the plaza.

"Excuse me."

"Hmm? Go ahead and speak."

"What on earth is happening that so many people are gathered here?"

A certain martial artist of the Murim, who had been observing the situation, asked a passerby.

The passerby examined the appearance of the martial artist who had asked the question.

Unlike a commoner, he had a neat and tidy appearance, along with a cleanly groomed beard.

Lastly, his black martial arts robe gave a rough indication of his background.

"Ah. It’s nothing major. It’s just that a fight is likely to break out here soon."

"A fight? Is it a fight between martial artists?"

"I don’t know that much. By any chance, do you know of the Gallery?"

"The Gallery? Do you mean that vulgar creation?"

The martial artist replied with a frown. He was clearly someone who was not favorable toward the Gallery.

Regardless, the passerby explained the reason why the crowd had gathered.

"Since you don’t know the Gallery anyway, I’ll explain it briefly. You know that anonymity is the default there, right?"

"Of course I know. That is precisely why all kinds of vulgar words are exchanged."

"So even if a fight breaks out, they don’t usually fight in reality. However..."

The passerby roughly explained what had transpired up to this point.

And as the explanation continued, the martial artist’s expression began to change.

First curiosity, then pathetic amusement, and finally,

"What?! The bastards of the Blood Cult are coming here?!"

"Yes. That is why other martial artists have also come."

It was shocking. A remnant of the Blood Cult had actually requested a Real-Life PK.

The Blood Cult was a faction that caused trouble at every turn even to this day. Even if they were remnants, they could not be ignored.

No matter how many times they were struck down, they never disappeared, making it fitting to describe them as literal cockroaches.

Creatures that inflicted mental damage just by existing.

’Come to think of it, there was a rumor that the Blood Demon had achieved Ascension to Immortality...’

It was a rumor that had begun circulating about two days ago.This chapter is updated first at novelpi⁠ng.com.

That Wi Ho-chang, the Blood Demon—the root of the Orthodox-Demonic War and the worst arch-demon—had actually undergone Ascension to Immortality.

Since it was a rumor floating around the Gallery, he had half-dismissed it, but not anymore.

Hearing the whole situation from the passerby left a lingering, uncomfortable feeling. The timing was far too coincidental.

’If the Blood Demon really achieved Ascension to Immortality, and the Blood Cult plans to rise to power again using that as a pretext?’

Above all, they had accepted a Real-Life PK request on the Gallery, where anonymity was the default.

This was an act that only someone confident in their own martial arts could perform. Therefore, he could not leave this spot.

If not for the name of the Blood Cult, wouldn’t he have just clicked his tongue and moved on, thinking, ’Sigh, tsk tsk’?

It was likely the same not only for himself but also for the other martial artists gathered here.

"Place your bets on who will win here!"

"I will bet on the Heavenly Demon!"

"What do you mean, Heavenly Demon! Are you ignoring the Blood Demon Cult!"

"What Blood Demon Cult! They’ll be six of one and half a dozen of the other anyway!"

"..."

Should I just ignore them?

However, his serious thoughts lasted only a moment. As the betting began, the martial artist let out an inward sigh.

Usually, when a fight breaks out in the Central Plains, people often flee to avoid getting caught up in it.

A battle between martial artists was nothing short of a disaster from the perspective of civilians.

But this case was slightly different. It was a fight between fixed-nicks of the Gallery.

A fight of a third party, belonging to neither the government nor the Murim.

Even now, weren’t the government soldiers watching from a distance?

Whether it was a matter of the Murim or not, and whether they should apply the Non-Interference Between Government and Martial World principle or not.

It was extremely ambiguous, so they were merely paying close attention.

As the appointed time gradually drew near, more and more people gathered.

"What did you just say? How dare you insult our sect?!"

"You insulted me first, and yet you utter such nonsense!"

And when people gather, it is only natural that they converse, and conflicts are bound to arise.

With so many people present, small and large fights broke out here and there.

Originally, the Central Plains was a place where fists flew before words. Fights among martial artists began to erupt sporadically.

"Now, now. Calm down, everyone. We didn’t come here to watch you guys fight, so quiet down."

"What did you just—"

"I told you to be quiet."

And what suppresses physical force is a greater physical force.

It wouldn’t be strange if so-called ’masters’ were mixed in among the onlookers.

Thus, an unexpectedly peaceful time passed, and it was almost the appointed hour.

"Why is no one coming?"

"Did they chicken out after all that talk?"

"Man, that would be a real disappointment."

The two fixed-nicks, who used to engage in martial-geezer-like behavior in the Gallery, were nowhere to be seen.

Normally, they should have proudly revealed their fixed-nicks and made an appearance (?).

However, since they were not visible even as time ran out, the crowd had no choice but to harbor doubts.

’Of course. The Gallery is a place where ninety percent is lies and ten percent is truth.’

The martial artist who had first asked the passerby a question also clicked his tongue.

Just as he turned around in disappointment.

Puck!

"Ugh!"

He collided with something massive, as if a boulder were standing in front of him. Consequently, the martial artist fell backward.

Falling down was embarrassing enough in itself, but the passerby he had collided with simply walked forward in silence.

The martial artist grimaced fiercely and shouted at the passerby who was pushing through the crowd.

"Hey! Aren’t you even going to apologize?!"

"..."

At the martial artist’s shout, the passerby glanced back slightly and then turned his head away again.

A reaction that showed he didn’t even feel it was worth responding to.

The martial artist’s pride was crushed. He stood up with a thoroughly angered expression.

"How dare you...!"

Kwak!

It was the exact moment the martial artist was about to say something.

Without warning, a massive hand gripped his head.

A hand so large it could easily clutch a human head. The description ’as big as a pot lid’ fit perfectly.

Kwajeek!

As it squeezed in that state, the martial artist’s head burst like a watermelon.

Crimson blood sprayed in all directions, and fragments of his shattered skull rained down.

A human life had vanished in vain. And in a brutal manner at that.

"Aaaah!!!"

"W-What is the meaning of this!"

At that horrific sight, people screamed and fell into a panic.

Even for the people of the Central Plains, who were accustomed to combat and killing, this scene was far too gruesome.

However, the giant man completely ignored their reactions and threw the corpse forward.

The spot was precisely where the Real-Life PK was to take place.

Tuuk!

The space intentionally cleared by the crowd. The headless corpse landed right in that open space.

Naturally, the startled onlookers stared in the direction from which the corpse had flown.

Jeobeok-jeobeok-jeobeok-

As if the Red Sea were parting, the crowd split open around the giant man.

People of the Central Plains were generally not very large in build, but this man easily exceeded two meters in height.

He wore a rough, tattered martial arts robe and had hair grown out like a lion’s mane.

Dduuk! Dduk!The source of this chapter is novelping(.)com.

And finally, his palms, which were as red as blood. Seeing this, the people were reminded of a certain organization.

The Blood Cult.

Following that, the giant man scanned the frozen crowd, took a deep breath, and bellowed loudly.

"Advent of Blood Demon All Blood Bows! This seat is Geum-jang! Where is the Heavenly Demon! I shall announce the revival of the Blood Cult with your blood!"

The giant man revealed his name along with his Gallery fixed-nick.

The moment he stated his final goal, the crowd fell into sheer terror.

"I-It’s the Blood Cult! A remnant of the Blood Cult!"

"R-Run! A real Blood Cult bastard has come!"

"Aaaaaah!"

They had thought it was just a typical joke on the Gallery.

But the moment they realized it was a vicious reality rather than a joke, they were busy fleeing.

Thus, as the civilians fled, only the martial artists of the Murim remained.

These were the ones who resolved to eliminate him the moment they realized he was a remnant of the Blood Cult.

"To think it is truly the Blood Cult..."

"If it is Geum-jang... isn’t he one of the Blood Demon’s disciples?"

"To think he was alive until now."

The Blood Cult might be mocked as a meme in the Gallery, but the real-life Blood Cult could not be ignored.

Moreover, Geum-jang was not a figure to be treated as a mere ’remnant.’ He was an arch-demon who had made a name for himself in the Orthodox-Demonic War.

At this, the martial artists rushed toward Geum-jang, but...

"Gyaaaaah!"

"H-Hyung! You dog... Aaaah!"

"Kahahahaha! Blood! Show me more blood!"

They were completely outmatched. Geum-jang was a master who had survived the Orthodox-Demonic War.

There was no way the current martial artists, whose standards had degraded over time, could stand against him.

As the battle continued, his palms grew even redder with the blood of the martial artists.

Kwajeek!

Easily crushing a martial artist’s skull with his grip, Geum-jang looked around.

The plaza was littered with corpses, none of which were intact. The ground was already dyed in bright red blood.

Geum-jang smiled with satisfaction and checked if there was anyone else. Right now, there was no one.

’Excellent.’

He immediately looked up at the empty air. What he did was none other than...

Title) I announce the revival of the Blood Cult.

Advent of Blood Demon All Blood Bows

(Photo of the blood-stained plaza)

(Photo of the plaza littered with corpses)

As of today, I announce the revival of the Blood Cult. Descendants of the Blood Cult, come to the ancient Holy Land to fulfill our long-cherished desire.

Since the Blood Demon-nim is watching over us from the heavens, we shall never be broken!

He was accessing the Gallery and writing a post.

A post with this level of graphic content would naturally get him banned, but he didn’t care. He had written it fully prepared for that.

His goal was the reunification of the Blood Cult scattered across various regions. The Gallery was perfect for this.

’It saves me the trouble of searching for them on foot one by one.’

Rumors in reality travel slowly. But that is not the case with the Gallery.

Rumors on the Gallery burn fiercely, as if doused in oil.

Geum-jang aimed for this. Even a short amount of time would be sufficient.

’That Heavenly Demon fellow is nothing special either. To think she turned tail and ran the moment she saw this...’

Just as Geum-jang was about to take a step, feeling satisfied.

"What a wicked hobby. To dirty the ground like this."

"?!"

The slender voice of a woman pierced his ears. Geum-jang could not help but be startled.

He had been on guard so that he could react no matter when or where something happened. Yet, he had not detected her presence at all.

At this, he turned his head in the direction of the voice.

"You wench..."

"You are quite tall. How many cheok are you?"

It was a woman wearing a gat that obscured her face at a peculiar angle.

She wore black garments, and her overall physique appeared slender.

Even so, her maturity as a woman could not be hidden.

Furthermore, her lower face alone was enough to hint at her beauty, making her worthy of being called a peerless beauty.

"Kneel."

"What?"

"This lady commanded you to kneel."

A woman who suddenly commanded him to kneel just because he was tall. Geum-jang found it absurd.

He wondered why there were so many people begging to be killed today of all days. But it didn’t matter.

As long as he could drench the ground in blood, nothing could be better.

Geum-jang snorted and spoke to the woman.

"You crack jokes well. Are those your last words?"

"This lady is quite serious, though?"

Taat!

The moment the woman spoke those words, Geum-jang closed the distance in an instant.

At a speed invisible to the naked eye, he thrust out his blood-red palm.

It was the exact same posture and the exact same attack that a certain gorilla had shown before.

The strike, which seemed poised to burst the woman’s head as it was, was...

Tuk-

"W-What?!"

Blocked by a single, incredibly slender index finger of the woman.

The woman spoke once more to the bewildered Geum-jang.

"Did I not tell you?"

An arrogant tone. However, it was not conceit, but confidence.

"This lady is serious."

The Heavenly Demon had descended.