I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 324

People might think Yoo So-wol’s eccentricities were mere gimmick roleplay, but they were completely wrong. She was always dead serious.

Her actions stemmed purely from a heartfelt intent never to forget the grace she had received from Grylls.

It was the first miraculous encounter and pure goodwill she had experienced in her entire life.

Though she had maintained her humanity through the Gallery, after that day, she came to harbor an even more human heart.

From Wi Seol-ak’s perspective, he would have wept and begged her to throw away such humanity, but let us move past that.

Yoo So-wol was currently bickering with the registration guide to enter the tournament.

"Whew... Fine. Understood. However, if you use that flowerpot as a weapon, you will be disqualified immediately. Do you understand?"

"There is absolute zero chance this seat will use this flowerpot as a weapon."

"And you said you’ll carry that flowerpot even when participating in the matches, right?"

"Indeed."

"Ah. Yes. Good luck."

In the end, the victor was Yoo So-wol, but the condition was extremely disadvantageous to her.

It was virtually identical to fighting with one arm tied behind her back.

The guide chuckled inwardly at Yoo So-wol’s eccentricity.

In truth, it wasn’t just Yoo So-wol—people committing such ’eccentricities’ were far from rare.

Several participants had already strutted around while putting forward bizarre aliases.

"Ah, by the way. Before you go, do you possess a martial alias?"

So he asked.

Usually, those deep into gimmick roleplaying—or in Central Plains terms, roleplay—enjoyed putting forward grand aliases.

He judged that the woman carrying the flowerpot, despite her extraordinary aura, was simply one of them.

"This seat is the Heavenly Demon."

"I see... Excuse me?"

Whether the guide was flustered or not, Yoo So-wol leisurely walked into the arena grounds.

Since the number of participants was massive, she had to wait in order to take the preliminary exam.

’Did they say it was hosted by the Namgoong Clan?’

Yoo So-wol recalled the family hosting the tournament.

Due to the Orthodox-Demonic War, countless sects had suffered devastating damage.

The Namgoong Clan was included among them, and hosting this tournament was aimed at recruiting fresh martial talent.

This wasn’t just true for the Namgoong Clan, but for other factions as well. Tournaments were held almost once a month.

Originally, it was normal to host a martial arts tournament once every half year, or once a year at the latest.

However, the absolute disaster known as Wi Ho-chang had forced sects to rapidly secure new martial talent.

’A pity. It would have been better to hold it once every half year.’

Yoo So-wol soothed her internal disappointment. To her, this tournament felt somewhat premature.

Originally, her plan was to participate in a tournament and declare her intent once rumors had spread nicely across the land.

However, the schedule had been accelerated, and because the Central Plains was so vast, her declaration had been delayed slightly.

’It matters not. I merely need to make this seat’s declaration known.’

Furthermore, this was not her initial emergence into the martial world. This was her second outing.

During her initial emergence, Yoo So-wol was a martial artist so ferocious she earned the alias ’Yaksha Blood Flower’.

She forced every master she encountered to their knees, or in severe cases, severed their heads outright.

Going one step further, she had even cleanly claimed the Emperor’s head, leaving no deficiency in her infamous reputation.

Infamy was also a form of fame. It was a fitting foundation for Yoo So-wol.

Simply revealing her full-scale activities would draw the focus of all martial world matters to Yoo So-wol.

’Had I known, I should have restrained myself during my initial emergence.’

Entering the preliminary waiting area, she surveyed the gathered participants.

Since they hadn’t passed the preliminaries yet, the room contained nothing but dregs.

No matter how much of a master someone might be in this crowd, their martial attainment was so pitiful it didn’t warrant a single glance.

’Boring.’

It was becoming tedious. She wanted to pass the preliminaries quickly and observe the others.

In her heart, she wanted to cut loose, but as noted before, the ’imprinting effect’ was important.

Arrogant and overbearing as she was, she was by no means ’thoughtless’.

Thus, she sat in an empty seat and quietly stared into empty air.

Naturally, it was to log into the Gallery.

Perhaps because the tournament was about to commence, posts related to the event were flooding in.

Title) Hey. A weird guy just arrived

(Photo of Yoo So-wol holding a flowerpot)

I’m in the tournament waiting room and a weird woman came in.

She seems like a lady from some famous sect, but what is up with that flowerpot?

Don’t tell me she’s going to use that as a weapon?

ㄴ I saw that person too. She’s f*cking strong, be careful.

ㄴ How do you know that?

ㄴ A fight broke out at the inn earlier and she subdued them effortlessly.

ㄴ I saw that too. Didn’t she flick a chopstick like a hidden weapon and embed it in his shoulder?

ㄴ Since ancient times, you don’t mess with gimmick roleplayers.

"Hmph."

It was a pleasing post. Yoo So-wol formed a deep smile.

In her heart, she wanted to leave a comment saying, "That person is me!"

However, doing so might completely reveal her identity.

Carrying a flowerpot already established too much specificity.

’Come to think of it, the person named Ash caught my interest.’

Browsing the Gallery, Yoo So-wol checked a post that had drawn her attention earlier.Visit nоvelping.com for the full chapter.

A video of the Sword Master, Ash, slaughtering a horde of monsters.

Swordsmanship aside, Ash seemed exceptionally skilled at combat itself.

’Even so, she will fall short of this seat.’

This was not arrogance, but an objective judgment.

Ash’s realm was late Transcendent Realm at best. Yoo So-wol had reached the Profound Realm.

Even Yoo So-wol had suffered Qi Deviation while attempting to breach the wall of the Profound Realm.

Had it not been for her miraculous encounter with Grylls, she would have lost her life in vain.

Even for someone like Ash, breaching that wall would prove overwhelmingly difficult.

’Still...’

She thought she would like to clash swords at least once.

The competitive desire that any true warrior should possess was something she held as well.

However, they belonged to different realms, and if she traveled there in person, Wi Seol-ak would throw a massive fit.

One might say she could simply ignore him, but she felt too guilty to do so.

She was already dumping her administrative workload onto him; piling more on top would cause him to collapse from overwork.

Even after attaining the Profound Realm, she retained her core humanity.

’Even for the Demonic Brain, headache is inevitable. I should gift him good spiritual medicine if I find any.’

She was completely unaware that the primary culprit behind his stress was herself.

She merely mistook it as her being a ’minor factor’.

As Yoo So-wol passed time viewing the Gallery—

"We will begin the preliminaries shortly, so prepare yourselves."

A member of the Namgoong Clan commanded the participants.

At those words, martial artists stood up one by one and readied themselves.

The same applied to Yoo So-wol. As usual, she placed the flowerpot upon one hand.

Whatever else happened, she intended to protect this flowerpot at all costs, even in the middle of a battle.

"Inflicting a change upon this boulder constitutes a pass."

However, since this was only the preliminary, no such battle took place.

The criteria for passing the preliminary was applying a visible change to a massive boulder.

In short: breaking the boulder, slicing it whole, or moving it.

The size of the boulder was so massive one had to tilt their head back to see its top.

An ordinary person wouldn’t be able to leave so much as a scratch on it.

"Applying a change to the boulder?"

"Isn’t that way too easy?"

However, the participants could not hide their disappointment.

That was because inflicting a change on a boulder of that scale was exceedingly easy for them.

Leave aside the Master Realm—even a First-Class Realm warrior could inflict major damage on such a boulder.

Ting!

"Argh!"

"Disqualified."

Of course, that story only applied if it were an ordinary boulder.

No matter how urgent their need for talent, who was the Namgoong Clan?

They were one of the greatest martial clans in the Central Plains, once selecting only the finest talents.

They had no use for useless riff-raff. Furthermore, this was a national tournament.

With martial artists gathering from across the nation, they couldn’t possibly settle for a normal boulder.

Kwaang!

"Hmm. Pass."

"Phew."

Most participants managed to pass by leaving deep sword gouges or cracking the boulder—displaying their internal energy to alter the rock.

Seogeok!

"Hmm? Pass."

However, a few among them sliced or cleaved the boulder entirely in two.

These were individuals of deep martial cultivation, and the Namgoong Clan members kept a close eye on them.

As time passed and it finally became Yoo So-wol’s turn, the Namgoong Clan warrior couldn’t help but harbor doubt.

"A flowerpot...?"

It was because of the flowerpot rested gently on Yoo So-wol’s hand.

At first, he thought all kinds of strange people existed. But watching her next action, his eyes widened in shock.

Seueuk-

Yoo So-wol didn’t even take a combat stance; she simply placed her open palm against the boulder with one hand.

Then, as if gauging the hardness of the rock, she raised her head.

Watching that sight from beside her, the Namgoong Clan warrior gasped internally.

Though her face was veiled, the subtly revealed jawline hinted at peerless beauty.

"Doing something so utterly useless."

"...What?"

"To test people with a mere trinket like this."

Yoo So-wol muttered in disappointment.

Then, as if there was nothing more worth seeing, she turned her back.

To all appearances, she hadn’t executed a single martial technique—she had merely rested her palm on the rock.

Ooooong-

However, the moment she turned around, a massive transformation occurred to the boulder.Enjoying the story? Read on at NovelPing.

The boulder, which at best had been sliced in half or cracked by others, vibrated violently before undergoing a monumental ’change’.

Tsuzzzz-

The boulder turned entirely into fine powder, scattering softly into the air.

The powder that didn’t catch the wind turned into sand, piling high upon the ground.

"I-Impossible! That boulder?!"

"W-Who is she? Which sect is she from?!"

"..."

The martial artists watching this in real time were utterly horrified.

To generate force, one must take a proper ’stance’. This is the absolute fundamental of all martial arts.

Without taking a stance, power cannot be properly manifested, and humanity honed technique to achieve that efficiency.

Yet what Yoo So-wol had just done lightly shattered that common sense.

She had reduced the massive boulder to powder through pure, unadulterated ’Internal Energy’.

Pure Internal Energy requiring neither physical leverage nor technique.

"...Inform the Clan Head. A monster has arrived."

The Namgoong Clan warrior who witnessed the scene whispered urgently to the guide beside him.

Now that countless high masters had vanished after the Orthodox-Demonic War, a person possessing such skill was extraordinarily rare.

If such a monster were to go on a rampage at a tournament where massive crowds gathered?

Unless the Clan Head stepped in personally, it would be impossible to stop her. She was a natural disaster in human form.

"And fetch another boulder."

"Yes. Understood."

"Phew..."

The warrior let out a long sigh. It seemed a massive upheaval was bound to strike soon.

What Yoo So-wol had just displayed belonged to a distant, unimaginable realm—the realm of Heaven itself.

’Holding a flowerpot in her hand... is it a form of demonstrating absolute confidence?’

It was as if she were declaring: Handling you lot with one hand is more than enough, so resist all you want.

It was identical to how high masters deliberately imposed disadvantageous ’handicaps’ upon themselves.

In reality, most who did so possessed the overwhelming strength to back it up. Just like Yoo So-wol.

Of course.

"Oh dear. I made a mistake. Powder shouldn’t be falling into the flowerpot."

Yoo So-wol was carrying it purely because she treasured the flowerpot.

It functioned partially as a performance, but that was merely a secondary byproduct.

And that very flowerpot was highly likely to become the ’trigger’ that brought disaster upon the tournament before long.

People would obsessively target Yoo So-wol’s flowerpot, and the moment it was so much as grazed, they would face the wrath of Heaven.

Yoo So-wol herself didn’t care about such trivial matters. She held only her debt of grace toward Grylls in her heart.

"Let me ask one thing. Is there a place here to water this flowerpot?"

"Pardon?"

"I asked if there is a place to water the flowerpot."

"..."

Well, not right now, at least.

To the martial artists and guides attending the tournament, Yoo So-wol looked like nothing more than an insufferable eccentric.

Powerful skills aside, her gimmick roleplaying remained unchanged.

"Is there none?"

"...Wouldn’t it be fine to just go to the restroom and fetch some water?"

"I cannot feed such filthy water to this plant."

"..."

Wi Seol-ak was suffering because of Yoo So-wol.

And the guides running the tournament were experiencing the exact same agony.

The problem was that an even greater storm was scheduled to hit in the near future.

’Boring.’

Yoo So-wol decided to faithfully fulfill her duties as an assistant manager until then.

Title) Gallery bro’s spirit was just completely broken

(Photo of the boulder turned into powder)

Earlier, some woman holding a flowerpot turned a boulder into powder.

I saw this and turned around to go home immediately. How the hell do you beat a monster bastard like that...

ㄴ Cheer up. It’s hosted by the Namgoong Clan, so lots of monsters showed up.

ㄴ My spirit broke and I turned back too...

ㄴ Honestly, high masters shouldn’t come slaughter newbies, they should just go home.

ㄴ They might just be high masters with nothing better to do.

ㄴ I don’t want to become that kind of master.

"Oh dear."

She had made a blunder. To think broken spirits were emerging already.

Yoo So-wol realized her mistake late.

If she spotted promising talent at the tournament, she was supposed to recruit them into the Heavenly Demon Cult, yet she had crushed their sprouts entirely.

Thus, she decided to enthusiastically cheer them on.

ㄴ Heavenly Demon) Even if it is striking a rock with an egg, if one does not even attempt, it is meaningless.

ㄴ F*ck, you wanna get hit by an egg?

ㄴ Don’t speak so casually like it’s someone else’s business;;

ㄴ Heavenly Demon) This seat is the rock, not the egg.

ㄴ Better for you not to speak at all;;

It only had the exact opposite effect, though.