I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 186

Title) Here’s what Ludwig said

My name is Ludwig von Erolt. I am a Paladin serving Goddess Aris.

I cannot say I have lived a flawless life, but I believe I have lived without shame.

Thus, I declare: the current Pope does not serve Lady Aris. He uses the seat of the Pope granted by Lady Aris to covet power and authority.

Currently, they have formed their own faction and are carrying out purges under the pretext of heretics... (snip)

Furthermore, bishops are selected in order of power and wealth rather than piety... (snip)

Deliberately ostracizing other races under the pretext of preventing inter-species conflict... (snip)

The Holy Kingdom I once knew no longer exists. The entire nation has been defiled by the Pope’s selfishness.

Although I cannot directly assist since I am in the Forest of the Four Seasons, I pray that you will help my beloved homeland reclaim its original faith.

ㄴ Uh... so all those conspiracy theories floating around until now were true, right?

ㄴ Yeah, every bit of it is true. Setting aside everything else, the racial discrimination is severe ;;

ㄴ Racial discrimination alone is enough to turn the country upside down, but political corruption on top of that?

ㄴ There was a rock bottom beneath the rock bottom lol

ㄴ What happens to El Dorado now then?

ㄴ What else? Throwing Molotovs again. At that point, they should strip the title of ’Holy Kingdom’.

ㄴ The reason El Dorado people feel pride is because Goddess Aris chose them. But an individual Pope wielding that recklessly? They will NEVER tolerate it.

Title) Why Ludwig’s exposure has high credibility

Because it’s from the ’Forest of the Four Seasons’.

That single fact alone leaves zero issues with credibility.

ㄴ My IQ is low, what does the Forest of the Four Seasons have to do with it?

ㄴ It’s practically the place the Papacy shoved him into so he’d die.

ㄴ From Ludwig’s standpoint, there’s no reason to lie. Why enter the Forest of the Four Seasons just to lie?

ㄴ If you’re mad about it, send more people lol

ㄴ Ah lol If you’re serious, come into the Forest of the Four Seasons lol

Title) Surprising Fact

Ludwig said: Mana usage is impossible in the Forest of the Four Seasons. The mana density is so overwhelmingly high that internal mana feels crushed.

Even Mana Cultivation is struggling. If he didn’t have the sword Grylls gave him, he would have died in less than a day.

Currently, his foot was amputated via surgery, and he is resting.

Whether escape is possible remains unknown, but he said he will try his absolute best.

Wait, I had no idea mana usage was completely impossible in the Forest of the Four Seasons?

How on earth is anyone supposed to survive over there like that?

ㄴ Regardless of anything else, no-mana-usage is insane. That means you have to survive completely raw?

ㄴ But isn’t Grylls using mana just fine?

ㄴ Yeah, and it’s not even item-carried. He could just use it from the start lol

ㄴ Is he some kind of new human species?

ㄴ Who knows? Honestly, Grylls’s very existence has been weird from the beginning.

ㄴ Plus, he accessed the Gallery without even knowing how to use mana in the first place.

Title) As of Today

The weirdest creature in the Forest of the Four Seasons is Wild Grylls.

If you refute this, your opinion is wrong.

ㄴ Agreed

ㄴ Agreed

ㄴ Agreed

ㄴ Totally agreed

ㄴ Wild Grylls: Agreed my ass, you bastards. I can’t get out of here either.

ㄴ Still, you can use mana.

ㄴ Wild Grylls: What good is using it? I’m living by leeching off Bbareumbo.

ㄴ Ah. True point.

ㄴ lololol What good is using mana? You’re still weak anyway lol

ㄴ Guys, let’s just type ’real lol’

Title) Upvote if the Pope is sweating bullets right now lol

At this point, wouldn’t he step down on his own?

ㄴ Louis get out!

ㄴ Louis get out!

ㄴ Louis get out!

ㄴ What if he doesn’t leave though?

ㄴ What else? He’ll have to taste the warhammer.

ㄴ Feeling a bit anxious about this.

Not long after uploading Ludwig’s video, the Gallery caught fire in an instant.

It basically exposed all internal affairs of El Dorado, but besides that, there was also information about the Forest of the Four Seasons.

That anyone coming into the forest from the outside couldn’t use mana.

Since I had been blasting mana everywhere without care, I didn’t know this fact, but it was quite significant.

This was a place where survival rates swung wildly depending on whether you could use mana or not.

’When even the animals here use mana.’

I survived thanks to the Gallery, but others wouldn’t have that luxury.

Unless one carried an astounding weapon like the Sword of the Heavenly Demon, conquering this place was practically impossible.

Ludwig was a remarkably powerful person outside the forest, yet he suffered this much.

Even while holding the weapon I gave him.

’For now, let outside matters be handled by outside people...’

I looked at Ludwig resting against the wall.

Closing his eyes, he was either meditating or sleeping.

From now on, I had to survive and live in the forest alongside this man... honestly, it wouldn’t be easy.

Since he had lost his foot, I was practically in the position of having to support and feed him.

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Not just Orange Badge; most people who knew Ludwig said the same thing.

That he was rigid and an old-fashioned boomer among boomers, but possessed a kind heart.

That the reason he entered the Forest of the Four Seasons in the first place was for honor.

He had executed a head-on push into the forest to demonstrate the depth of his sincerity.

’It’s great that he’s diligent, but with his leg in this state...’

Creating a full prosthetic leg might be tough, but making crutches would be better.

That way he could at least manage basic mobility.

Of course, restoring his strength and stamina came first until then.

’If I keep feeding him fish porridge and honey steadily, he’ll get better, right?’

Ludwig hadn’t been able to sleep properly for the past few days.

Being out on the plains, carnivorous beasts attacked constantly.

Fortunately, thanks to the Mythricon sword and the Kirin’s active efforts, he was able to survive.

’Purely survival-wise, the plains might be harsher than this forest.’

As mentioned earlier, procuring food on the plains was extremely difficult.

Setting water aside, hunting was practically mandatory if one wanted to eat.

’Communication is also a problem... That’s a topic to think through slowly.’

First, let’s wait until Ludwig makes a full recovery. That takes precedence.

Before that, I need to boil water. Whatever else happens, I cannot tolerate that stench.

I stepped outside and began boiling water.

"Haa!"

"Kkyuu!"

While doing so, I also watched Lackey and Wonmo training.

Come to think of it, I heard Ludwig was a master who trained countless disciples, including the Hero.

Meaning, he could teach me all sorts of techniques as well.

’He’ll teach me, right? Seeing how I saved his life and fed him.’

If he tries putting on stubborn pride even here, I plan to kick him out mercilessly. He can go live happily ever after with his Kirin.

Well, the likelihood of that seemed extremely slim.

While the bathwater finished boiling, I looked around.

Nothing particularly caught my eye. We’d probably stay around the Shelter for the time being.

Harboring that thought, I re-entered the cave, when...

"...Huh?"

Ludwig’s position had shifted. Originally, he was leaning against the cave wall.

But now, he was at the very back of the cave—specifically, right by the Mythril vein.

Puzzled by how he got there in such a short window, I walked over to that side.

"Why are you..."

"...."

And seeing the predicament Ludwig was in, I couldn’t help but be appalled.

The self-regenerating Mythril vein. I had been leaving it alone because it was a pain to deal with.

Would you believe it if I said that Mythril vein was now attached to Ludwig’s ankle?

I could barely believe it myself. But this was stark reality.

’...What on earth?’

What in the world happened for things to end up like this?

As if it had become Ludwig’s new foot, the Mythril vein was firmly fused to him.

"Hey! Man! What kind of trouble did you stir up the moment you got here?!"

"$@$%#. @%$%$#."

"I have no idea what you’re saying! Just pull with all your strength for now!"

Detaching it came first. I grabbed Ludwig’s leg and pulled back forcefully.

Ludwig seemed to realize my intent, summoning all his remaining strength to pull his leg.

"Eugeugeuk...!"

"...."

"Geuaaaat!"

"Ah. Ah. Ah."

While pulling, strange noises came from Ludwig.

Turning my head, he was breaking into a cold sweat profusely. And with a completely deadpan expression at that.

Was he telling me it hurt? As I quietly let go of his leg, he went quiet.

"...If it hurts, say so."

"#%@%$%"

"Ah, damn it all, seriously."

I couldn’t understand a single word he said, driving me crazy with frustration.

It was such an urgent situation that I couldn’t even ask the Gallery.

’What the hell actually happened?’

Since it showed no signs of coming off, I decided to assess the situation first.

First off, why did Ludwig come over here? Let’s check the tracks.

Soon, I found drag marks indicating he had been dragged by something.

It seemed he was drawn to the Mythril vein as if it were a magnet.

’Why on earth? No, before that, he didn’t even scream?’

That Mythril vein usually just sat there quietly(?). I couldn’t fathom the cause at all.

The Forest of the Four Seasons was inherently inexplicable, but this was a whole new level of ’what the hell’.

’Should I ask Allfather?’

A situation that elicited only sighs. Still, I had to resolve this crisis first.

I had to detach his leg from the Mythril vein somehow.

"Wait right here for a second."

Leaving those words behind, I brought over various tools.

If the leg won’t come off, let’s mine the Mythril vein.

A crude, brute-force method, but it was the best I could do.This story is hosted at novelpi⁠ng.com.

Kkang! Kkang!

Before mining, I tapped the Mythril vein with a hammer.

Since it connected without warning, I needed to check if he felt pain from the impacts.

"Does it hurt?"

"...."

Ludwig shook his head. Meaning he felt no sensation.

Even if words didn’t cross, he picked up on what I was trying to ask.

Then all that remained was mining. I gripped the pickaxe in my hands.

Kkaang! Kkang! Kkang!

Mining after so long. I never expected to be doing it again like this.

Because I exercised utmost caution so as not to hit Ludwig’s leg, it took time, but progress gradually showed.

Twitch- Twitch-

The Mythril connected to Ludwig’s ankle began to shift and loosen slightly.

If I kept striking like this, it looked ready to pop right out Ssuuk!

Kkaang! Kkaang! Kkang!

As Mythril shards flew in all directions and fragments littered the floor...

Ssuuk!

Ludwig’s leg pulled completely free with a Ssuuk!

And I saw it with absolute clarity.

"...?"

A foot made entirely out of Mythril.

It possessed a subtle green hue, but anyone looking at it could tell it was shaped like a ’foot’.

’What the hell is that now, fuck.’

I was speechlessly baffled. Even Toy Stark couldn’t make something like that.

Of course, the most bewildered person was Ludwig himself.

How long had it even been since the amputation before he acquired a brand-new prosthetic—and a Mythril prosthetic at that?

He stared at the Mythril prosthetic with a dumbfounded expression before his face hardened.

"#%$%?"

"...Asking for help?"

"#$%!@."

I didn’t know what he was saying, but it seemed he wanted me to support him.

I had no clue how this happened, but since he got a new foot, he needed to try walking on it.

Even if his strength had barely returned, taking a few steps shouldn’t be too much of a strain.

"Be careful."

"#%@"

Probably a rough thank you. I carefully supported Ludwig, helping him walk.

Whatever the Mythril vein had pulled off, the height was perfectly aligned.

Weight distribution was the same. Mythril was uniquely lightweight.

Thanks to that, although he limped, his balance wasn’t completely ruined.

"@#$%"

Ludwig gently pushed me away, wanting to try walking on his own now.

I complied with his wish, but kept a quiet watch in case he stumbled.

Limp- Limp-

No matter how miraculous Mythril was, implementing functional joints seemed impossible.

Effectively, he just had a foot-shaped prosthetic attached.

Still, the mere fact that he could walk was a tremendous advantage.

Although the cause remained unknown, I let it pass, figuring all’s well that ends well.

’By the way, what is he trying to do?’

Soon, Ludwig came to a halt in front of a tree—one I planned to chop down in the near future.

Just as I wondered what he intended to do, an unbelievable sight unfolded right before my eyes.

Shaaaaa-

Though not as brilliant as the Mythricon sword, a radiant cluster of light began gathering within the Mythril prosthetic.

It was faint at first, but grew increasingly intense as seconds passed.

The energy contained within it was far from ordinary. I blinked in amazement as I watched the scene.

Chwaaak!

Next, Ludwig whipped his leg like a whip.

Since his stamina had only just recovered, the kick itself wasn’t particularly fast.

Kwadeudeudeok!

But the key was the Mythril prosthetic. From the Mythril foot, a crescent-shaped wave of energy burst forth!

That energy slammed into the massive tree, shattering its middle section to splinters.

The tree wasn’t small by any means, demonstrating truly astounding power.

"Hmm."

"...."

Ludwig nodded, seemingly satisfied.

But I couldn’t bring myself to nod.

’...That’s not the average, right?’

He’s pulling out a skill straight out of some pirate manga.

’The world is just plain crazy.’

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is insane.

But this place is a world of the three-eyed.

’Or maybe I’m just fucking weak.’

I was a two-eyed man stranded in a world of three-eyed beings.