I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 257

It was a shame about the ambergris, but it couldn’t be helped. I had to avoid contact with the gorilla pack as much as possible.

Just as Cain said, there was too much aura in my body, so they would likely notice me quickly, and our relationship wasn’t exactly on good terms either.

At least it was a comfort that Lackey had almost completely lost interest in revenge, but you never know.

Even if Lackey was fine with it, there might be other individuals over there who would object.

In fact, didn’t even the alpha gorilla have no choice but to kick Lackey out because the pack protested so strongly?

[Still, I do not understand. Just how strong are these gorillas?]

"Huh? Didn’t I tell you?"

[I wouldn’t know. Ludwig, do you know?]

"#%%^^@."

[Ludwig says he only knows about their territory, though?]

Come to think of it, I hadn’t explained it properly.

I had only given them a vague warning to be careful because there were many gorillas in this area.

I might as well tell them everything that happened with the gorillas now.

While I was at it, I could also discuss the Blood Cult with Ludwig.

’It’s actually weirder that I haven’t mentioned it until now.’

I was the only one who knew the news from the outside world. I often forgot this fact.

Familiarity is a scary thing. In the future, if there’s any noteworthy news, I should share it.

"So, what happened was..."

I explained what had happened with the gorilla pack.

It was hard to summarize it briefly, so Cain had to translate for me in between.

Even though Ludwig could vaguely understand my words, that was only when they were short; when explaining the whole situation, it was bound to get long.

[I thought that fellow was the only gorilla who could speak, but I guess not.]

"Why did you think it was only Lackey?"

[Isn’t he an unusually-looking mutant? So I thought his intelligence was also exceptionally high.]

Ludwig nodded as if in agreement. This is why exchanging information is important.

Feeling a bit embarrassed for no reason, I scratched my head and continued.

"Ludwig-ssi, do you know about the Blood Cult?"

"I know. A group of murderers. Famous."

Just how famous was the Blood Cult for rumors to have spread all the way to El Dorado?

It wasn’t just a rumor from the Gallery, but a force large enough for the Vatican to be wary of.

However, because the Immortal King incident had just broken out, they could barely interfere.

If it weren’t for the Immortal King, they said the Previous Hero would have personally paid them a visit.

’Well, they did shake up the entire country.’

Well, from the perspective of the Central Plains Imperial Court, it was basically like an eyesore destroying itself.

The problem was that, because of that, the overall strength of the martial artists had leveled downward.

And as time passed, the Demonic Cult began to expand its influence.

"Anyway, that gorilla pack is connected to the Blood Cult. In a way, you could call them the successor."

"...Successor? A gorilla?"

"Yes."

"..."

At the words that a gorilla was the successor, Ludwig wore a speechless expression.

He then turned his head to look at Lackey, who was scratching his butt vigorously.

"...His skills are decent. I understand."

Right. He might not accept it, but he could at least understand.

"And the Blood Cult entered the Forest of the Four Seasons to take that alpha gorilla back as their successor."

"#$$%?"

[He’s asking, ’Are they fucking idiots?’]

"I understood that too."

Ludwig rarely swore, but I definitely understood this one.

It was a perfectly normal reaction, considering that the Blood Cult’s actions were so far removed from common sense.

"Anyway, it’s best to avoid contact with the gorilla pack if possible. It’ll probably be the same for them."

[What if the remnants of the Blood Cult make their way over there?]

"Well, I don’t know."

That part was a bit worrying.

What if, by some crazy stroke of luck, they managed to blend into the gorilla pack?

Since the gorilla pack has a strong sense of territory, they’d most likely get beaten up and kicked out.

But that was only for outsiders other than those from the Central Plains.

Since those gorillas understood ’language’, the situation might be different.

’They say meeting someone who speaks the same language in a foreign country is incredibly welcoming, so how much more so would it be here?’

In particular, the alpha gorilla might harbor some goodwill toward them.

Or, old habits die hard, and they might act like complete jackasses in the gorilla pack and get wrecked.

Whatever the case, the moment the remnants drift into the gorilla pack, it will become a headache.

"Let’s have lunch first and then think."

Since it was lunchtime, I went up to the river to catch some fish.

It was always the same routine, but this time, something was different.

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As I headed to the river, fish were swimming freely in the air.

And it wasn’t just one; several of them were flying around.

"Oh..."

"..."

"Even the fish are flying."

Ludwig marveled at the sight and asked me.

Hearing his question, I snapped out of it and turned my head.

If we followed the river upstream, we would reach the gorillas’ territory. Did something happen there?

Or maybe some ambergris had fallen into the river. That was highly likely.

For now, I retrieved the fish caught in the net and left the flying ones alone.

It was too much of a hassle to go get my crossbow, and the ones in the net were more than enough.

’I don’t know how long the effect will last, but...’

As long as our Shelter was safe, that was all that mattered. Or so I thought.

"Shaaaaa?!"

"Eueok?!"

Until a flying shark raided the Shelter.

As always, while we were deliciously cooking the fish, a shark charged at us.

It was about the size of a bull, so the destructive power of its charge was terrifying.

Of course.

"Kkyuaaaa!"

"Ppiaaaaak!"

"Uooooo!!"

However, it was quickly subdued by the beatdown from the animals whose dining table had been overturned.

Shark or not, if you flip someone else’s dining table, you have to receive the proper punishment.

In the end, the shark twitched a few times before going still. It was dead.

[Are you going to butcher this one too?]

"Hmm..."

I stared at the bull-sized shark, agonizing over whether to butcher it or not.

It was basically free food rolling right in, but honestly, I wasn’t feeling it.

It was tricky to butcher, and leaving it like this was also problematic.

’What does shark fin taste like?’

So I browsed the Gallery, searching for what shark fin tasted like.

Surprisingly, shark fin wasn’t a widely known food.

For the most part, it was a luxury item eaten only by the wealthy in the Central Plains.

In terms of spiritual medicine, it was mediocre, and aside from the texture, the taste was close to nothing.

[Wild Grylls: Heavenly Demon-nim, do you happen to like shark fin?]

[Heavenly Demon: Are you speaking of shark fin (fish fin)? I know it to be a luxurious food.]

[Wild Grylls: (Photo of a beaten-up shark) It’s just that I caught a shark. Would you like some?]

[Heavenly Demon: I shall decline. I have already caused you enough trouble, so I would feel bad accepting it.]

[Wild Grylls: Understood.]

Perhaps because she had let the remnants escape, the Heavenly Demon did not accept the shark.

In that case, only two people remained: the Passing Dwarf and Praise the Sun.

’I should give this to Praise the Sun.’

I had gifted him dinosaur leather and dinosaur eggs last time, but it was still not enough.

It felt lacking compared to how much Praise the Sun had helped me so far.

Especially the shield alone was worth a tremendous amount.

And if I was lucky, I might get other items too.

[Wild Grylls: Praise the Sun-nim, I have a gift for you. Is that alright?]

[Praise the Sun: What kind of gift?]

[Wild Grylls: (Photo of the shark) This.]

[Praise the Sun: Unless my eyes are playing tricks on me, that looks like a shark?]

[Wild Grylls: This bastard suddenly attacked while I was eating.]

[Praise the Sun: Last time it was a sharkman, and now it’s a flying shark? All sorts of crazy things happen.]

Come to think of it, that’s right. The sharkman, which had now probably become excellent experimental material for Allfather.

Meanwhile, Praise the Sun said he would gladly accept it, adding that he would be eating shark fin for the first time in his life.

[Wild Grylls: You’re so rich, yet this is your first time having shark fin?]

[Praise the Sun: It’s because I’m still a bit young.]

[Wild Grylls: How old are you?]

[Praise the Sun: 42 years old.]

He was certainly young for an elf. Still, he was older than me.

I had to show proper respect. I chatted with Praise the Sun for a bit before ending the conversation.

[Praise the Sun: Oh, by the way. Let me give you something while we’re at it.]

[Wild Grylls: What is it?]

[Praise the Sun: You’ll know when you get it. It’ll be very useful.]

What on earth was he giving me to say something like that?

My curiosity was brief; as soon as the conversation ended, I checked the identity of the object that appeared in my hand.

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And as soon as I confirmed its identity, I let out an exclamation.

He said it would be very useful to me, and he was absolutely right.

"It’s binoculars!"

A tool to easily observe distant objects: binoculars.

Come to think of it, since there were glasses like the ones I gave to Lackey, it made sense that telescopes or binoculars would exist too.

I looked over the binoculars, which had a design perfectly fitting the era, and held them up to my eyes.

Ttadak!

I accidentally turned something. Thanks to that, I discovered an incredible function.

It was none other than magnification adjustment. A truly terrifying feature.

The very fact that the magnification could be adjusted meant that highly advanced technology must be packed into it.

"Ahjussi."

"?"

"Your nose hair is sticking out."

"..."

Just how good was the resolution for me to even see something like that?

While Ludwig looked in a mirror to groom himself, I looked around here and there.

’This is really good.’

It would be extremely useful for exploration. Especially since it would have great synergy with the dinosaur leather.

I had clearly just dumped my leftovers on him, but Praise the Sun gave me something worth more than a treasure.

’This makes me feel even more guilty.’

I felt like I should send gifts to Praise the Sun more often in the future.

I carefully set the binoculars down, lest they get damaged.

As much as I wanted to set off on an exploration right away, I had to hold back.

’Let’s at least plant the World Tree sapling before leaving.’

Besides, I also needed to practice controlling the aura inside my body.

With Ludwig’s guidance, it shouldn’t take too long. Until then, practice was the only way to survive.

’There’s nothing else to do anyway...’

But since training only lasted an hour or two, it was inevitable that there would be spare time.

According to Ludwig, mindlessly extending the training time would only decrease efficiency.

In a situation like this, efficiency was paramount. Even if we had plenty of time, our ultimate goal was survival.

Browsing the Gallery only took about ten minutes at most. There was bound to be leftover time.

’Should I try making a pickaxe soon?’

It wasn’t a bad option. I could also build muscle strength while doing blacksmithing work.

With that resolution, I sent a message to the Passing Dwarf.

[Wild Grylls: Hey. Are you drinking by any chance?]

[Passing Dwarf: Nope, I was working just now. Why?]

[Wild Grylls: Good to hear you’re working. I’m thinking of starting some blacksmithing soon, can you give me some advice?]

[Passing Dwarf: First, get yourself an apron. I’d give you mine, but the size probably won’t fit.]

Truly excellent advice. I purchased a suitable apron from the Gallery.

Following that, the dwarf began to offer various pieces of advice.

Starting from tongs, a furnace, an anvil, oil barrels, and so on.

If nothing else, I had no choice but to prepare the anvil separately.

The furnace also needed to be built myself, rather than using a makeshift one.

[Passing Dwarf: Let me know when you’ve got all that ready. You still have some Mythricon ingots left, right?]

[Wild Grylls: Yep, I do.]

[Passing Dwarf: Heat it up first and try hammering it. I’ll give you an anvil.]

[Wild Grylls: So I just need to hammer it?]

[Passing Dwarf: Check how much the metal flattens when you hammer it. It doesn’t matter whether you use mana or not, just don’t shatter it.]

So controlling my strength was what was important. Message received.

After setting up the anvil the dwarf gave me, I put the Mythricon ingot into the furnace.

It didn’t need to be melted into liquid metal; just heating it up was enough. He said it just needed to turn roughly the color of wheat.

Afterward, I picked up the piping hot Mythricon ingot with tongs and placed it on the anvil.

’He said I just need to apply a moderate amount of force, right?’

Just in case, I channeled mana and raised the hammer high.

Kka-ang!!

And the moment I struck down with all my might,

Peong!!!

The Mythricon ingot exploded.

[Passing Dwarf: Oh, right. I forgot, but it can explode when the mana inside your ingot clashes with your own mana.]

[Wild Grylls: (Photo of the Shelter in ruins from the explosion) Yeah. Thanks.]

[Passing Dwarf: Too late, huh. I told you to hit it gently.]

[Wild Grylls: Safety regulations have been written in blood since ancient times.]

[Passing Dwarf: How is that any different from doing clinical trials on your own body? lol]

I was left speechless by the clear, hard facts.