I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 343

"This guy just won’t let it go."

I couldn’t help but be flabbergasted by Allfather, who kept asking for a nuclear warhead under the guise of research.

He babbled on about how being powerful meant it was dangerous, and being dangerous meant it had high research value, or some such nonsense.

But as someone who knew the terrifying power of nuclear weapons better than anyone, I had to refuse unconditionally.

Would I be crazy enough to hand over a nuclear warhead to someone who didn’t even comprehend its destructive capability? Absolutely not.

If I handed it over and an accident occurred, the blame would fall squarely on my shoulders.

Just ignore it because I was in the Forest of the Four Seasons? That was easier said than done.

I had nothing to gain from it, and I didn’t want to cause innocent casualties.

[Wild Grylls: If you keep this up, I will cut off all contact with you for the rest of my life.]

[Allfather: Ahem. It seems this old man got a bit carried away. My apologies.]

That was why I took a firm stance. It was the only way to break Allfather’s stubbornness.

Realizing he had overstepped, Allfather apologized immediately.

But regardless of his apology, it seemed his curiosity was simply too much to suppress.

[Allfather: By the way, it is quite fascinating. For you to react this way, Grylls-ssi, even after witnessing all sorts of things in the Forest of the Four Seasons.]

Allfather subtly nudged the conversation in a different direction. Far from waning, his interest in nuclear weapons seemed to have only grown.

However, he didn’t ask to have it this time; instead, he requested a detailed explanation so he could understand it for himself.

’Should I just explain it the same way I did to the Orange Badge?’

I pondered how to explain it. The Orange Badge, Don’t Abandon the Hero, had been utterly horrified when she heard my explanation.

A single bomb wiping out a population of nearly a hundred thousand, with a curse spreading in all directions afterward.

It was only natural to be horrified.

I conveyed this exact description to Allfather. His response was quite interesting.

[Allfather: If a bomb possesses such devastating power, would it not affect the user as well?]

[Wild Grylls: You just fire it from far away. Or drop it from the sky.]

[Allfather: Is it not detonated directly?]

[Wild Grylls: Just think of it as a cursed Meteor fired from a great distance.]

[Allfather: It sounds as though it can be launched even from where you are, Grylls-ssi?]

[Wild Grylls: Yes.]

[Allfather: Good Aragon. Is such a thing truly possible?]

Allfather was focusing on the weapon’s performance rather than its sheer destructive power. Specifically, its strike range.

He seemed utterly astonished by the fact that a single "click" of a button could strike not only a neighboring country, but even the country beyond that.

’Well, even if you drop a Meteor, you ultimately have to see the target with your own eyes.’

Magic, after all, was a power wielded by a "person," not a machine. It was bound to have distance limitations.

Well, if one utilized Teleport properly, they might be able to mimic it to some extent.

But judging by Allfather’s reaction, it seemed practically impossible in this world.

[Wild Grylls: I’m saying this because it is possible, hard as it may be to believe.]

[Allfather: Then, with that power, instead of a nuke...]

[Wild Grylls: Even I don’t know how to launch it, and you want to try it yourself? Can you even do it?]

There was no reply from Allfather.

No matter how intelligent he was, grasping the principles of a missile was impossible.

In the first place, a missile was the culmination of modern technology. It was a weapon that could only be invented by climbing the technological ladder step by step.

It couldn’t be replicated by this world’s technology, nor even by magic. After all, this world hadn’t even invented the steam engine yet.

To put it bluntly, it was no different from handing a gun to a caveman. One wrong move, and they would cross a point of no return.

[Allfather: To be honest, it is hard to believe. Striking a target with absolute precision from such a distance.]

[Wild Grylls: You know the statue of Cain that appeared in the Holy Kingdom, right? If you use that as an example, it’ll be easy to understand.]

[Allfather: Oh. I see. I understand completely now. Indeed, with that kind of technology, summoning Cain’s statue would have been simple.]

Somehow, I had ended up putting the summoning of Cain and the concept of a missile on the same level.

But the funny thing was, they were actually somewhat similar. If analyzed scientifically, they probably shared a lot of common ground.

[Wild Grylls: The Holy Sword held by the Hero probably acted as the coordinates. When I asked Cain directly, he said he reacted to the Holy Sword.]

[Allfather: I saw it in the video you broadcasted, Grylls-nim. Is it truly the exact same entity as the statue that appeared in the Holy Kingdom?]

[Wild Grylls: For now, yes. Hard to believe, isn’t it?]

[Allfather: You are someone raising a Hatchling and Nidhogg, so I have no choice but to believe you. Furthermore, have you not even discovered weapons used by the gods?]

Fortunately, he seemed to believe me. Of course, it didn’t really matter even if he didn’t.

After that, I wrapped up my conversation with Allfather. We barely mentioned anything related to nuclear weapons again.

Instead, he kept asking about the concept of a Meteor fired from afar—namely, the missile.

[Wild Grylls: I’m sorry, but just because I know about it doesn’t mean I know how to make it;;]

[Allfather: Then, if you happen to discover related knowledge in the future, could you show it to me as well?]

[Wild Grylls: If I discover it, sure.]

It wasn’t like I was giving him nuclear secrets, so that much was fine.

Even if Allfather understood the concepts, the likelihood of him actually manufacturing a missile was practically zero.

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’It’s truly bizarre how a world with Teleport doesn’t even have steam engines.’

On Earth, teleportation was an impossible fantasy, but here, it was the exact opposite.

How on earth did the gods—that is, ancient humanity—come to invent magic in the first place?

I pondered for a brief moment before shaking it off and browsing the Gallery. Currently, the forum was flooded with all kinds of posts.

Most of them were about me—specifically, there were countless threads discussing the ancient ruins I had discovered.

Since these were the traces of beings they revered as gods, the forum was naturally in an absolute uproar.

Title: So the gods

actually "manufactured" Meteor-class weapons?

That’s just being an engineer, how is that a god? lol

└ Why don’t you try making one and firing it then.

└ Isn’t it actually harder to produce that kind of power through pure engineering? lol

└ You could manage it somehow with magic, but making it by hand is impossible lmao

└ The gods didn’t create Dwarves for nothing. Dwarves were born because the gods possessed craftsmanship superior to them.

└ Oh, Goddess Aris. Oh.

Title: I didn’t use to believe in gods.

I used to think I’d rather forge another weapon than believe in a god.

But hearing what Grylls says, I feel like I have to believe. I can’t even begin to imagine how they made something like that;;

Leaving the missile aside, the guns that appeared in the ancient ruins? I was shocked when I saw those.

I’m actually thinking of visiting the Holy Kingdom to offer a prayer.

└ You’re going to pray? I’m heading out to find ancient ruins.

└ The Subspace Backpack is amazing, but there were so many things even more shocking than that.

└ What did this bastard Grylls blow up this time?

└ He discovered ancient ruins and showed off some insane technology. The Dwarves are going wild over it.

└ They seem to think that’s their ultimate peak. Not that they’re wrong, though.

Title: Forget all that

Passing Dwarf

Why is there no brewing technology among those ancient techs? Explain yourself.

└ Just drink your alcohol;;

└ Didn’t this bastard get all kinds of ingredients from Grylls to brew alcohol?

└ The guy who brews the rarest alcohol in the world is talking like that lmao

└ Seriously, this guy is the most Dwarf-like of them all lol

Everyone was discussing the ruins I had discovered.

Among them, the Dwarves’ reaction was by far the most enthusiastic, likely because they were a race that lived and died by craftsmanship.

As for the Dwarf’s whining about alcohol, well... I was used to it by now, so I just let it slide.

Title: Even so

I have absolutely no intention of entering the Forest of the Four Seasons lmao

The more I see of it, the more I never want to go there lol

└ For real, a weapon that can destroy a whole city? I’ll cheer you on from here lol

└ We’ll just play and eat here, so have fun busting your ass off there lol

└ Sealed ancient weapons? Honestly, they sound cool. But am I going? Hell no lol

└ Wild Grylls) Surely one or two people might come?

└ Do you really think we’d even run into each other?

└ I heard that place is fucking massive.

└ Grylls-ah. You might not know, but hundreds of people might have already entered. It’s just that you’ve only met two.

└ And meeting those two was a miracle in itself, so yeah lol

"Tsk."

No matter how curious they were, the Forest of the Four Seasons was still the Forest of the Four Seasons. No one actually wanted to step foot inside.

Unless they were absolutely mad with curiosity, the chances of running into anyone were abysmally low.

’The Wild Hunt... they say it was resolved because Kadir arrived.’

The forum was dominated by talk of the ancient ruins, but there were other updates as well.

Taking up half of the remaining posts were updates on Asella and Kadir, who were active on the border.

The footage of a terrifyingly massive undead army swarming the border was a spectacular, if horrifying, sight.

’It’s even scarier because it looks like something straight out of a movie.’

There was also footage of Asella fighting desperately in the midst of it, and Kadir raising an undead army of his own to counter them.

Watching them, I couldn’t help but marvel at how absurdly strong they were individually.

’Their very existence is on par with a nuclear warhead.’

In particular, the magic Kadir unleashed made him look like nothing less than a living strategic weapon.

Yet, even someone like him couldn’t compare to the overwhelming range of a missile.

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I diligently scrolled through the Gallery. Since I had spent the entire day exploring, there was a massive backlog of posts.

There were posts about the main tournament of the Martial Arts Tournament kicking off in the Central Plains, the Sultan selection ceremony starting in Setan, and so on.

Setting everything else aside, I was curious about the main tournament of the Martial Arts Tournament. There was bound to be talk about the Heavenly Demon.

’Are there only rumors circulating so far?’

Or perhaps it had all been buried under the hype of my exploration today.

With that thought, I quietly sent a message to the Heavenly Demon, asking how her match went today.

[Heavenly Demon: None of them caught my interest. Thus, I quickly swept them aside and left.]

[Wild Grylls: Since the main tournament has started, shouldn’t rumors be starting to spread by now?]

[Heavenly Demon: Indeed, it should have been so starting today. However, it seems everyone’s attention was drawn to your exploits instead.]

For some reason, I could detect a hint of disappointment in her words.

Since she was a Heavenly Demon who oddly craved attention, a chuckle escaped my lips.

Since I planned to rest tomorrow, perhaps the spotlight would shift back to her, and more posts about her would appear.

[Wild Grylls: I’ll send you a cup of Empty Sky Stone Milk, so drink this and cheer up. Though you’re going to win anyway, Heavenly Demon-nim.]

[Heavenly Demon: My thanks. It feels as though I am always receiving wonderful things from you. I shall give the grand prize of the Martial Arts Tournament to you.]

[Wild Grylls: I don’t know how good it’ll be, but I’ll accept it gratefully. Ah! By the way, did you use the sword I gave you?]

[Heavenly Demon: There was no one strong enough to warrant using the sword you gifted me. I cannot use your precious gift on such worthless, ignorant fools.]

It was a haughty response, but entirely understandable.

Even without using the Mythricon sword I had gifted her, the Heavenly Demon was peerlessly strong.

She wasn’t just strong in a conventional sense; she possessed transcendent, absolute power.

Before witnessing her wipe out the remnants of the Blood Cult, I had mistaken her attitude for arrogance, but it was actually pure, justified confidence.

It wasn’t even a proper fight; she had simply swept past, and people were already dead.

[Wild Grylls: Then when is the final match?]

[Heavenly Demon: It will take about a fortnight. Do you plan on only watching the finals?]

[Wild Grylls: Well, you defeat everyone in a single second anyway.]

There were already a few clips uploaded to the Gallery that were presumed to be her matches.

She ended every single one of them in a split second. While it was great for showcasing her overwhelming power...

Objectively speaking, it wasn’t very exciting to watch. It only served to elevate her prestige.

[Heavenly Demon: If you wish, I shall drag the fight out for five minutes.]

[Wild Grylls: You don’t have to do that for my sake. It would only damage your prestige, Heavenly Demon-nim.]

[Heavenly Demon: Mmm. That is true.]

[Wild Grylls: I’d rather see your prestige rise even higher.]

[Heavenly Demon: Though it is mere flattery, it pleases me nonetheless.]

Even though she spoke with nonchalance, I could practically hear her shoulders puffing up with pride from here.

Since we had grown quite close, I could tease her lightly like this.

Of course, I had absolutely no intention of actually belittling her martial prowess.

She was a woman of immense pride and self-esteem, so a wrong word could easily earn me her ire.

[Wild Grylls: Please don’t get hurt, and I’ll be rooting for your grand performance.]

[Heavenly Demon: The same goes for you. Do not get yourself injured.]

[Wild Grylls: Thank you.]

I wrapped up my conversation with the Heavenly Demon and began tidying up.

After wandering around all day, a wave of exhaustion was slowly washing over me.

’Wandering around was one thing, but the shock of discovering those ancient ruins took a real mental toll.’

I needed time to organize my thoughts, especially regarding all the information about the ancient ruins.

For now, the only way to gather more information was to dig through the Gallery.

Just as I was about to search the forum for any posts related to ancient ruins, a message popped up.

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: Grylls-nim! Do you mind if I ask you something quickly!]

It was a message from the Orange Badge, Asella. Tilting my head in curiosity, I typed a reply.

[Wild Grylls: Yes, go ahead. What’s on your mind?]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: Well, it’s about that missile...!]

[Wild Grylls: What about the missile?]

I felt a brief pang of unease at the sudden mention of the missile, but it quickly passed.

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: I was wondering if I could set the coordinates with my Holy Sword, and ask Cain-nim to launch it instead...!]

The very request I had half-dreaded had actually come. I stared at the screen, utterly dumbfounded.

Asella might be a pushover, but she was no fool. It wasn’t entirely surprising that she would connect the dots like this.

But...

[Wild Grylls: Orange Badge-nim. Be honest with me.]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: Wh-what do you mean...!]

[Wild Grylls: This wasn’t your idea, was it? Who suggested this to you?]

The timing was simply far too coincidental.