I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 263

Although he had incited trolling across the entire world beyond just the Gallery, he had no intention of actually giving it out.

Just its existence being known had caused an uproar; if he actually handed it out, true chaos would erupt.

He hadn’t forgotten the dwarf’s warning. This was merely closer to putting out an immediate fire.

’Unless it’s a real nuclear bomb, preventing war is tough.’

History proved as much. Prime examples were dynamite and the Gatling gun.

With weapons or resources like this, surely people won’t wage war, right?

Until nuclear bombs appeared, everyone just said "jackpot!" and used them anyway. Two World Wars even broke out in the process.

The Mythricon he held could undergo a similar process. Therefore, holding it back was the best option.

If it really came down to it, the king of that country would have to beg and plead. Starting by creating a fixed handle first.

Along with items or witnesses to prove they were indeed the leader of that nation, and so on.

If they laid bare their entire "private life," he was willing to give them a piece of Mythricon.

If they couldn’t even do that much, they lacked the qualifications of a leader. What was a little pride compared to that?

’It’s everywhere here, yet everyone outside is losing their minds over it, sheesh.’

I examined the Mythricon ingot back and forth. On the surface, it was just a dull gray ingot.

Yet it was hard to believe that if even one of these hit the market, a war would break out.

If the dwarf hadn’t warned me in advance, I would have released it without a second thought.

’If that happened, it would’ve turned into a literal Dra*on Ball hunt.’

What would have happened if I released this into the world?

And not just giving it to acquaintances, but putting it up on an auction house.

Thank goodness I realized its value even a little, or I might have accidentally broken the world.

’I have no choice but to keep a close eye on the Gallery for a while.’

What worried me the most was public opinion.

Due to the nature of the Gallery, public opinion fluctuated wildly.

Meaning it was difficult to look at things with an objective perspective.

It might be fine if I asked other fixed handles, but...

’Tough, so tough.’

I closed the Gallery. Right now, the Gallery was definitely quieter than before.

Whether it was just a temporary fuss or the calm before the storm, nobody knew.

All I could do right now was prepare for any eventuality.

In short, crafting extra Mythricon ingots.

Kka-ang! Kkang! Kkang!

To do that, I needed to mine more Mithril.

For Orichalcum, just picking up what fell on the cave floor was enough.

The only problem was the Mithril naturally growing behind the cave.

Mining it took ages, and then I had to gather it to mix with Orichalcum.

’I really wish I had one more worker.’

A worker who could use hands—in other words, just Lackey alone wasn’t enough.

You might ask why I wasn’t using Ludwig, and I did try to use him at first.

The man lost a leg, not his hands. I didn’t care even if I got trash-like glares from him.

Chyap!

The problem was Ludwig’s Mithril ankle.

The closer he got to the Mithril growing behind the cave, the more it stuck like a magnet.

Fortunately, they didn’t fuse together, but the problem was that pulling them apart was ridiculously difficult.

"Pull!!!"

"Uooooh!!!"

It took the combined strength of Lackey and me pulling with all our might just to barely detach it.

Because of that, I had no choice but to exclude Ludwig.

But mining aside, a series of domino-effect problems revealed themselves one after another.

’Sigh. I have to make the tools myself again.’

I had no choice but to forge the rest of the tools myself, except for the tongs.

Otherwise, they couldn’t withstand Mythricon’s hardness and would quickly wear out or break.

Especially to punch holes for fitting handles, dedicated tools were an absolute necessity.

"Lackey, I’m going to the cave to get supplies, so keep mining."

"Got it."

I visited the Orichalcum cave to replenish materials and began by forging various tools.

Combined with the forge’s heat and the summer season, sweat poured off me like rain.

In the end, I had no choice but to wrap a towel around my head like a bandana. It was exhausting.

’Man, what kind of trial is this?’

There’s a situation that commonly appears in games.

When you move to the next tier, all the materials you painstakingly gathered become completely useless.

It wasn’t exactly the same, but the fact that I had to do hard manual labor remained unchanged.Enjoying the story? Read on at NovelPing.

What was even more ridiculous was that those very materials might only become useful in the distant future.

Or there were materials you had to use from beginning to end.

"Wait, we’re out of charcoal already?"

In my case, "charcoal" fit that description perfectly.

As I dove deep into metallurgy, my charcoal consumption skyrocketed.

Even without the forge, charcoal already had many uses in the forest.

I couldn’t just make charcoal haphazardly; I had no choice but to build a dedicated kiln.

The raw material for a charcoal kiln was naturally bricks. It would be useful not only for making charcoal but also for smelting metals.

From now on, unless I found a new mineral, I probably wouldn’t use the improvised furnace much.

[Wild Grylls: Do you know how to build a charcoal kiln?]

[Passing Dwarf: Yeah, I know.]

[Wild Grylls: Need anything in return?]

[Passing Dwarf: I’ll call it even with the hammer you gave me last time, so I’ll send you the blueprint.]

I obtained the charcoal kiln construction method from the dwarf. The construction itself wasn’t difficult.

It was just that because everything was deeply connected to "fire," I was sweating buckets.

The forge, the charcoal kiln, and so on. The facilities were gradually multiplying.

To the point where I had to tear down the brick barricades I painstakingly built and erect them again.

’The only upside is that other beasts don’t attack often...’

If everything I built crumbled, I’d genuinely want to cry.

After completing the charcoal kiln, I made a request to Ludwig.

"Ahjussi, I’ll ask you to do the logging. Lackey is currently mining."

"Understood."

[You certainly work him to the bone.]

I replied to Cain’s words with a bright smile.

"Would you perhaps like to watch wood turning into charcoal inside the kiln?"

[O Aris-isiyeo. Please deliver me from this Sloth Hell.]

What Sloth Hell? This is a place where the less work you do, the more you lose out.

Anyway, after a strict division of labor, we made reasonable progress.

I didn’t forget to train in between. I couldn’t forget my original duty just because I was absorbed in forging.

For about three days, repetitive work continued like that. It felt like I was working in the forge all day long.

’Stretching this out like taffy is tough.’

In between, I also forged a pickaxe. The pickaxe was harder than the hammer.

Not only did I have to use a fairly large ingot, but I also had to punch a big hole in the middle.

So I somehow managed to craft it and hand it over to Lackey.

Ka-ang! Kang!

"How is it? Working well?"

"Much better."

Thanks to the Mythricon pickaxe, mining Mithril became much smoother.

In doing so, we discovered one fact: the vein size was remarkably huge.

No matter how much we dug, Mithril just kept coming out. We couldn’t even guess where the core vein was.

"Ahjussi. How’s the axe?"

"Splendid."

Besides the pickaxe, I had also forged an axe.

Honestly, the wood wasn’t that hard, but Ludwig couldn’t use mana.

So I crafted a Mythricon axe to give him an advantage.

’Now I’ve pretty much forged all the tools.’

After hammering continuously for three days, my ears felt numb.

Well, everything else was fine. My spent stamina recovered quickly too.

U-u-u-ung!

During my spare time, I practiced controlling my Aura first. Not with Heavenly Demon’s sword, but with the Mythricon sword.

I silently stared at the sword where a green galaxy unfolded. An Aura Blade was clad over that sword.

Heavenly Demon’s sword already had incredible reach, but the Mythricon sword was far longer.

As they said in the Gallery, Mithril was a mineral that perfectly fit the phrase "carried by gear."

Since Orichalcum was combined with it, its performance was blown sky-high.

Yet surprisingly, this Mythricon sword suited my aptitude right now.

’Surprisingly, control comes easily?’

Because the scale of the Aura had grown so massive, shrinking it down conversely became easier.

The moment I tried to condense Aura on Heavenly Demon’s sword, it burst out like a fountain, but the Mythricon sword was different.

’I should practice with this for a while.’

Ludwig, an excellent worker—no, assistant—at Grylls’s shelter.

He watched Grylls practicing Aura control using the Mythricon sword.You are reading on novelping . com, the official source.

A green galaxy mesmerizing enough to steal one’s breath.

Was it because the user was Grylls? The glow of that galaxy seemed even more intense.

’Fascinating no matter how many times I see it.’

It wasn’t just the sword; the other tools were the same. Grylls had forged them all out of Mythricon.

Thanks to that, tasks became vastly easier, and training time increased as well.

Then he made an interesting discovery: specifically, Grylls’s Aura control training.

While he couldn’t even get a feel for it with Heavenly Demon’s sword, using the Mythricon sword made him perform several times better.

He had assumed control would be difficult because the Mythricon sword amplified Aura several-fold.

But it defied expectations. At least for practice, the Mythricon sword was far more suitable.

’Using such an expensive thing even for a practice sword.’

Ludwig thought to himself: What if Grylls had trained out in the open world?

It would have been immensely difficult. In a way, even harder than dealing with a dunce.

While a dunce was hard to teach due to lack of talent, Grylls possessed a talent so absurdly bizarre that instructors would give up exclaiming, What kind of talent is this?!

Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung!

It was while Ludwig was quietly observing.

A strange noise began to emanate from the sword of Grylls, who was practicing Aura control.

Looking closely now, the Aura that had soared as if to pierce the heavens had shrunk down.

That reaction was exceedingly bad. While Ludwig quietly evacuated...

Piyung!!!

The Mythricon sword left Grylls’s hand and shot straight into the sky. The group’s eyes turned upward.

Soaring high into the sky, the sword soon became a star in the heavens and disappeared. This alone was absurd enough.

But if it had merely become a star in the sky, that would be one thing.

Kwagwagwagwang!!!

A massive explosion erupted along with a flash that seemed to cover the sky.

Even though it clearly exploded high up in the sky, its shockwave reached all the way to the shelter.

’...Is that magic?’

Not even magic should be able to do something like that. Ludwig stared at Grylls with a complex expression.

Grylls himself looked dumbfounded, not understanding how he had accomplished it.

Seeing that, Ludwig muttered to himself internally:

’A craftsman does not blame his tools.’

But I really wish this guy would blame them a little.

To anyone else, a Mythricon sword would be a famous masterwork blade straight out of legend.

Whereas for Grylls? Masterwork blade, my ass; it was a wheelchair or crutches crafted from premium materials.

"It really could be used like a missile."

Oblivious to the reality, the boy himself merely thought: Mythricon really is this dangerous!

Meanwhile, the Mythricon sword that Grylls had unintentionally launched high into the sky.

Grylls had no choice but to give up on that sword.

After becoming a star in the night sky and causing a huge explosion, there was no way it remained intact.

Hwi-i-i-i-ing—

It was intact. Without a single broken part or crack.

What’s more, as if residual Aura still remained within the blade, it sporadically erupted with Aura bursts.

Just like a rocket launched into space executing a three-stage separation, it flew even farther.

Of course, it wasn’t to the degree of piercing the atmosphere like Cain. In the first place, being metal, piercing the atmosphere would inevitably cause damage.

The Mythricon sword continued erupting Aura while maintaining a precise altitude.

Eventually, having exhausted all remaining Aura, it slowly began to descend.

Hwi-i-i-i-ing—

The Mythricon sword gradually picked up speed as it fell.

Traversing through spaces, it entered a completely different region.

From Grylls’s standpoint, since he could just forge another one, he didn’t care in the slightest.

The problem was where that sword had landed. Did it fall before the sinner of Eldorado?

Not that either. The sinner of Eldorado was currently nowhere to be found.

Even if he got lucky and survived, he wouldn’t make it far.

Where then was the destination of the Mythricon sword? Did it end up falling onto an untouched land where no human foot had trod?

Pat!

Not at all. It suddenly vanished completely from the sky.

Soon, the sword that vanished from the sky...

Kwak!

Plunged deep into somewhere outside the Forest of the Four Seasons.

Although where that place was could not be known at all.

"Kreurk?"

"Kreurreuk?"

It was self-evident that it would bring no small amount of change to the world.