I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 323

The world is wide, and there are plenty of weirdos.

This is a truth that applies to any world, and this one is no exception.

There is a reason people say reality is stranger than fiction. That is just how many bizarre people exist in the world.

One can easily see this by looking at the posts uploaded to the Gallery. Posts that naturally make you wonder, "Is that really something a human would do?"

However, quite a few people in the Gallery hide behind the shield of "anonymity" to engage in all kinds of roleplaying.

In other words, if they can maintain their anonymity, there are plenty of people who would roleplay in reality as well.

Title: People who roleplay in real life

Are they actually real? I heard that masters who went through the Return to Youth sometimes do that.

ㄴ Yeah, there are surprisingly many. Especially if you go to the Central Plains, you hear about it from time to time.

ㄴ It doesn’t even have to be a master; as long as they have a way to hide their identity, it doesn’t matter.

ㄴ Turns out even a legendary phantom thief was just an ordinary office worker lol

ㄴ Everyone has characters they want to express haha

ㄴ People who can’t satisfy themselves in the Gallery tend to do that kind of stuff in real life.

No matter how great the Gallery is, it cannot satisfy every single desire.

Because of this, some people thoroughly hide their identities and engage in roleplaying.

Through this roleplaying, they unleash their desires to their heart’s content and even gain a fair amount of fame.

Especially since this world is one where magic and martial arts exist, it isn’t even that difficult of a task.

Title: Best regions for roleplaying

The Central Plains. Why?

In a way, a moniker is like a registered nickname.

You just cover your face and pull all kinds of stunts lol

ㄴ If the people of the Central Plains, who literally risk their lives for a single moniker, heard this, they’d be dumbfounded lol

ㄴ But the reality is that it happens quite often lmao

ㄴ Unless they are exceptionally pretty or handsome, people usually identify them by their martial arts haha

ㄴ The problem is that sometimes people get completely consumed by their roleplay.

ㄴ In the past, a supreme master of the Imperial Court lived as a beggar in the Beggars Gang because he didn’t want to get involved in political struggles.

ㄴ Come on. No matter what, if they’re from the Imperial Court, their vibe would be totally different. Didn’t everyone notice?

ㄴ Surprisingly, he lived a good life and then passed away. They only found out he was from the Imperial Court after he died lmao

ㄴ So it wasn’t a passionate performance, he was just a beggar by nature then lmao

ㄴ The scarier part is that his true value lay in his information-gathering ability rather than his martial arts.

Title: There is also a very famous roleplayer in the West.

And most of them hold positions equivalent to an Emperor or a King. This is a fact.

ㄴ Is that true?

ㄴ Yeah, if you look at Emperors or Kings, they often commit bizarre acts just because of stress.

ㄴ If you look at the causes of death for past kings, overwork is overwhelmingly number one. You can pretty much tell just by looking at that.

ㄴ Internal Cultivation Master Robert) I cannot deny that.

Though everyone has their own reasons, in most cases, roleplaying brings the person a sense of "satisfaction."

Who wouldn’t be satisfied when they can openly express their desired ideal self without worrying about what others think?

But because of this, quite a few people have suffered damages.

A prime example is "copycat crimes." Causing a public nuisance while trying to imitate a character from popular media.

In these cases, they are usually caught before long, but there are also many who walk the line well and survive.

In particular, there is a very famous saying in the Central Plains.

In the martial world, beware of the elderly, women, and children.

Because there are simply too many hidden masters roleplaying, such a proverb was born.

Title: Those kinds of people

(Photo of the Blood Cult symbol)

Were all ground up and swallowed by Blood Demon Wi Ho-chang-nim ^^

ㄴ Is that true?

ㄴ Yeah, at least for the current generation, that’s true.

ㄴ Since Wi Ho-chang ground up even the hidden masters, they are truly rare now.

ㄴ Just how strong was this bastard Blood Demon to chew up even the hidden masters?;;

ㄴ Do you think he waged war against the Righteous Faction for nothing? He was so hopelessly strong that even when the hidden masters joined the fight, they couldn’t kill him.

ㄴ Wi!

ㄴ Ho!

ㄴ Chang!

ㄴ Yeah. But even so, his successor is a gorilla lmao

But that, too, is a thing of the past.

In the past, due to the Orthodox-Demonic War, every single master was wiped out.

An overall leveling down has occurred, and individuals who can be called masters are extremely rare.

While they are not completely nonexistent, they are treated as the ultimate military force, so they rarely step onto the front lines.

If they make a mistake and get injured or crippled, it would cause too many problems.

So, the Righteous Faction devised a plan. To raise masters by any means necessary.

One part of that effort was the Martial Arts Tournament; if someone showed promise during the tournament, they would recruit them into their own sect.

In this way, the Righteous Faction is restoring its original strength bit by bit, but an ominous rumor has been heard recently.

"Have you heard the news? The Demonic Cult is starting to make its move in earnest."This story is hosted at n⁠ovelping.com.

Anhui Province, one of the famous regions in the Central Plains.

With preparations for the upcoming Martial Arts Tournament, Anhui Province is spending busy days.

The taverns were teeming with visitors.

"The Demonic Cult? I heard a bit about it. Aren’t they providing relief to the slums or winning over villages?"

In a crowded tavern, two men exchanged words.

They were people who had traveled from afar to watch the Martial Arts Tournament.

No matter how entertaining the Gallery is, could it possibly be more exciting than a fight happening in reality?

Humans are creatures that always seek entertainment, so the Martial Arts Tournament was a spectacle they could never miss.

"Indeed. From what I hear, it is groundwork to unify the martial world."

"They wouldn’t be doing the same things as the Blood Cult, would they?"

The man spoke in a voice full of suspicion.

In the past, didn’t the Blood Cult also win over marginalized people and villages to expand their influence?

Of course, they used most of them as meat shields, but some were formally initiated.

From their perspective, since the cult had accepted them when they had nothing, they had no choice but to swear loyalty.

"And to think, that person called the Heavenly Demon supposedly wiped out all the remnants of the Blood Cult."

"Aren’t those remnants in the Forest of the Four Seasons?"

"That has nothing to do with us."

It was just as the man said. Reality is always more important than the Gallery.

To them, the Blood Cult was far more threatening than the Forest of the Four Seasons, which felt like a story from a distant land.

Even though the cult is completely dismantled now, there are always factions struggling to take its place.

"Actually, I heard that some from the Evil Faction are sharpening their blades to find the martial arts of the Blood Cult. Because of that, there’s an uneasy feeling that they might join forces with the Demonic Cult."

When a massive power disappears, big and small fights inevitably break out to claim its territory.

In fact, after the Heavenly Demon, Yoo So-wol, smashed the Blood Cult, the Evil Faction did run rampant for a time.

Since it was originally the Righteous Faction that suffered severe damage in the Orthodox-Demonic War, it was only natural for the Evil Faction to run wild.

However, the Righteous Faction, with its uniquely strong solidarity, hindered the growth of the Evil Faction to the very end.

"They even say the Imperial Court is paying attention, so I can’t help but worry about the future of the Central Plains."

"You mean the martial world, not the Central Plains. As long as I can eat well and live well, I don’t care who holds the balance of power."

It was just as he said. Ordinary citizens like him did not care who conquered the martial world.

What was more important was their own comfortable life. Even the Righteous Faction did not have a particularly good reputation.

Non-Interference Between Government and Martial World. The government does not interfere in the affairs of the martial world.

It sounds like a statement of mutual respect, but if you dig deeper, it is different.

It actually means that the public security issues are so severe that the government has to leave management to these organizations.

Of course, since the land of the Central Plains is so vast, there are also physically difficult aspects.

Thus, as the saying goes, "the fist is closer than the law," the Central Plains is a country where it is difficult for ordinary people to live peacefully.

With martial artists sword-fighting at every opportunity, how could there ever be a peaceful day?

Kudangtang!

"You son of a bitch! How dare you insult our sect?!"

"Bring it on. I’ll slice that pathetic tongue of yours into sashimi!"

Just like right now.

As a commotion broke out in one corner of the tavern, silence descended upon the rest of the room.

The two men who had been badmouthing martial artists just moments ago also shut their mouths tight and turned their heads away.

They saw the martial artists who had already drawn their weapons and were pointing them at each other.

Since the Martial Arts Tournament was being held, martial artists from all over the country had gathered in one place. Among them were families with deep-seated grudges against each other.

"Here they go again."

"I only feel sorry for the tavern owner."

Regardless of time or place, one of the most important manners is that you don’t even disturb a dog when it’s eating.

Yet, ironically, the place where fights between martial artists broke out most frequently was the tavern.

It meant that in the heavily populated Central Plains, there was no shortage of people who had completely thrown manners out the window.

Furthermore, since the quality of martial artists had also plummeted after the Orthodox-Demonic War, ordinary people had no choice but to weep.

"Excuse me. No matter how much of a grudge you hold against each other, the Martial Arts Tournament is right around the corner. Could you both please exercise some restraint?"

Fortunately, there was someone trying to stop them.

"They insulted our sect, and you’re telling me to just endure it like this?"

"I don’t know what kind of insult was made, but please calm down first..."

"Ha! It’s because some nobody bastard is acting all high and mighty. The quality of this Martial Arts Tournament has really gone down the drain."

"You bastard!"

In the end, unable to hold back, the martial artist threw his bowl. It was a bowl with food still left in it.

Perhaps because it was an attack (?) born of pure agitation, the provoked martial artist easily dodged it by simply turning his head.

"To think such a cheap..."

Peok!

An astonishing thing happened.

Even though he had clearly dodged the bowl and the flying food, it had flown straight into the back of the martial artist’s head.

Not only the bowl, but even the food remaining inside it had followed suit perfectly.

"...trick."

"..."

The tavern fell into silence once again. A different kind of silence than before.

The martial artist, who had taken the bowl and food to the back of his head, stood dazed for a moment before turning his head back.This chapter was taken from NovelPing without permission.

"You are noisy."

A woman clad in black clothing was sitting there.

Although her face could not be seen because she wore a satgat and a veil, her aura was extraordinary.

The noteworthy point here was the flowerpot placed on the table.

The plant, which had only just sprouted and was growing rapidly, was quite striking.

"You are a fellow who knows nothing of manners. Who taught you to behave in such a way?"

An alluring voice and an arrogant tone. It was the characteristic way of speaking of those in high positions.

Not to mention the skill required to change the trajectory of a flying bowl and its food.

She is extraordinary. So thought the martial artist who had taken the bowl and food to the back of his head.

Even this alone made it clear that she was someone who should not be trifled with, but...

"Who the hell are you? Which sect are you from?"

There were also people in the world who had completely thrown away their ability to read the room.

However, the woman in black did not care. She had seen plenty of such ruffians before.

Sometimes, there are people who act in real life just like they do in the Gallery. The end of such people is almost always the same.

"Judging by the way you talk, you seem to be a young lady who came out without any guards. You’re going to get hurt if you keep..."

Kwak!

The martial artist could not finish his sentence.

Because at some point, a chopstick had been deeply embedded in his shoulder.

As if the chopstick had become a hidden weapon, it dug all the way into the bone.

"...Huh?"

"You babble recklessly just because you have a mouth."

Regardless of the martial artist’s panic, the woman stood up from her seat.

She hadn’t even been able to eat properly, but staying here would only ruin her appetite further.

Instead, she did not forget to carefully take the flowerpot before leaving.

As she grabbed the flowerpot, a deep arc was drawn on her lips, which the veil failed to fully conceal.

"Aaaaargh!!!"

"I shall pay for this."

"B-but, your food isn’t even..."

"This lady is fine. Consider it compensation for the commotion."

"Oh my! Thank you so much!"

While the martial artist screamed, Yoo So-wol leisurely paid the bill and departed.

With the Hair Growth Herb flowerpot gifted by Grylls balanced in one hand.

The tavern owner bowed and saw Yoo So-wol off.

’How boring.’

Stepping outside the tavern, she looked around the crowded streets.

It was fine that she had come all the way to Anhui Province to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament, but her boredom remained unresolved.

’They are all individuals who cannot even reach this lady’s feet.’

Since most of the martial artists were weaker, far weaker, than her.

Originally, a Martial Arts Tournament is a place where one participates to showcase their martial arts.

However, Yoo So-wol could not hide her disappointment after gauging the skills of the martial artists gathered in Anhui Province.

’I wonder if there is anyone who can interest this lady.’

She prayed that a worthy master would appear in the Martial Arts Tournament.

Otherwise, declaring the unification of the martial world would not have a powerful impact.

"Is that her? The one who walks around carrying a flowerpot in her hand..."

"Yeah. I heard she’s participating in this Martial Arts Tournament."

But regardless of that, Yoo So-wol had already become a celebrity.

To be honest, she possessed all the conditions to inevitably become famous.

An alluring aura that could not be hidden even by a satgat and a veil.

A figure that was attractively revealed despite wearing black clothing.

And finally, the flowerpot she carried so preciously in one hand, completely out of place.

She exuded every bit of the vibe of a "roleplaying" hidden master, making it impossible not to notice her.

"No. I’m telling you, even if that flowerpot is precious to you, you have to register it as a weapon! That’s the only way you can bring it in!"

"This lady shall never use this as a weapon."

"But you’re going to participate in the duel in that state anyway, right?"

"Indeed, I am."

"Ugh, seriously!"

Regardless of that, her registration for the Martial Arts Tournament was still facing difficulties.

Since Yoo So-wol consistently maintained her characteristically high-handed attitude.

From the perspective of the registrar taking down the entry list, the situation was beyond frustrating, making him feel downright dizzy.

"Whew... Miss. I don’t care if you’re a hidden master or whatever. But there are procedures to follow."

"And what reason does this lady have to follow them?"

"If you want to participate in the duel, you must follow them."

"Hmm."

That day, a post like this was uploaded to the Gallery’s Recommended Posts.

[Fuck, I came to volunteer as a guide for the Martial Arts Tournament, and there are so many fucking nuisances.]

There was no need to explain who one of those nuisances was.