I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 357

The Martial Arts Tournament hosted by the Namgoong Clan would run for about a month.

Because there were simply so many participants.

Therefore, the participants who passed the preliminaries rested until their scheduled times.

They were given two to three days of rest after each match, and their lodging expenses were also covered by the Namgoong Clan.

The same went for Yoo So-wol, who had breezed through all the preliminaries with overwhelming martial might.

"Hum-hum~ Hum~"

She was watering a potted plant while humming a pleasant tune.

The sight of Yoo So-wol smiling and humming was as beautiful as a painting.

If anyone who knew her true nature had witnessed this, they would have fainted in shock.

That was how incongruous this humane side of her was compared to her usual behavior, yet it was a reassuring element.

For it meant that even though she styled herself as the heavens, she still possessed a human heart.

"How gratifying."

Yoo So-wol smiled as she looked at the plant, which was finally starting to bud.

The plant she was raising with such tender care was the Hair Growth Herb.

It was a specialty product that the Demonic Cult had recently begun cultivating, and it was highly effective against hair loss.

But the reason Yoo So-wol was growing this plant was not because of its efficacy.

There was only one reason: Grylls had told her it would be nice to grow it when he gifted it to her.

Since it was a gift from someone who was practically her savior, it was only natural to raise it with all her heart.

’Seeing it grow so healthily brings peace to my mind.’

Yoo So-wol could not hide her pride as she watched the plant grow day by day.

In truth, if she infused it with her energy, the Hair Growth Herb could bloom in an instant.

But she did not do that. She raised it solely through pure effort and devotion.

Not only did it naturally foster her patience, but seeing its daily growth with her own eyes put her mind at ease.

Yoo So-wol examined the plant, which had clearly grown compared to before, and then logged into the Gallery.

Title) It seems it is finally about to bloom

[Heavenly Demon]

(Photo of a potted plant about to bloom)

The plant that this lady raised with utmost care is finally about to bud.

How joyful and gratifying this is.

ㄴ You sure raise a weed with a lot of care lol

"Why, you..."

As soon as she posted on the Gallery, a sarcastic comment was uploaded.

No matter how great Yoo So-wol was, she could not remain calm under all circumstances.

One of those triggers was anyone threatening Grylls, and the other was anyone insulting her plant.

The latter, in particular, grated on Yoo So-wol’s nerves to no end. She didn’t know the exact reason why.

She was simply furious. Part of it was because it was a plant gifted by Grylls, but there was more to it than that.

’To call something this lady raised with such care a weed...’

Because this was the first plant Yoo So-wol had ever raised with true ’devotion’ in her entire life.

For someone who had achieved everything effortlessly since birth, pouring her heart into something was a foreign concept.

Having realized that feeling, she could never, under any circumstances, overlook comments that belittled her devotion.

Of course, she was even more furious that they were insulting the plant gifted by her benefactor, Grylls.

In any case, a mix of complex reasons had combined to make this nothing short of Yoo So-wol’s trigger button.

’Those who disregard the devotion of others will only snap out of it once their own devotion is trampled upon.’

Yoo So-wol thought to herself as she stopped typing a reply.

Unable to control her agitated mind, she had typed out a few replies, but she managed to hold herself back.

She didn’t bother banning them. If she banned someone over something like this, the Orange Badge might give her a warning.

Hadn’t she received a similar warning when she banned Sword Matstar last time?

Unless it crossed a line, that level of mockery was a daily occurrence in the Gallery. There was also a general sentiment that reacting to it meant you lost.

’That is not what is important right now.’

Regaining her composure, she searched for updates on the Martial Arts Tournament.

As expected, rumors that the Heavenly Demon—meaning herself—was participating in the tournament were spreading far and wide.

Although public attention had waned slightly due to the ’steel meteorite’ that had devastated the capital of the Balkan Kingdom, it hadn’t vanished completely.

’A steel meteorite... Did my benefactor really launch that?’

Yoo So-wol also showed interest in the steel meteorite Grylls had mentioned—namely, the missile.

And by extension, even the nuke that could erase an entire city without a trace.

Of course, she had absolutely no desire to covet it. She merely thought that there were all sorts of bizarre weapons in the world.

’The Demonic Brain would certainly be interested in that. To think one could strike another country with the single flick of a finger.’

However, her interest remained mere curiosity. Yoo So-wol did not like such weapons.

After all, weapons were ultimately nothing more than tools. One had to become strong on their own; relying on weapons was not a good path.

Just look at Grylls. In the beginning, he managed to survive solely with powerful weapons, but as time passed, he sought ways to make his own body stronger.

’If those weapons fail, the only thing you can trust is your own strength.’

Yoo So-wol thought so, yet she still scrolled through the Gallery.

The news of the tournament was one thing, but there was something far more important.

[Things to watch out for when growing plants!]

[Humidity is also important.]

[It brings peace of mind.]

Namely, how to tend to plants with even greater care.

Yoo So-wol didn’t even know the theory of ’photosynthesis,’ but she learned about it one by one through the Gallery.

Not only that, but she was also surprised by another aspect: the ’character’ of the users who grew plants.

Title) Naming them is important

Just as parents give precious names to their children, it is important to name the plants you grow.

That way, you can pay more attention to them and nurture them with love.

Our baby will wither quickly if we don’t pay attention, so please be careful!This chapter is updated first at novelрing.com.

ㄴ Why would you name a bunch of grass? I don’t get it;;

ㄴ Well, you’re just a poop-producing machine, and yet your parents gave you a name ^^

ㄴ lolololol

ㄴ lolololol

ㄴ lolololol

Title) Please tell me the species!

(Photo of a strangely growing blue plant)

Hello. A sprout recently came up in my pot, and it has grown like this.

I’m happy that it’s blooming and growing rapidly, but lately, the leaves have been withering.

It really breaks my heart, so please let me know what species it is. I’m so curious.

It’s not just a weed, is it? T_T

ㄴ Once you start raising it, it is no longer a weed.

ㄴ Oh;; those are beautiful words.

ㄴ But that’s a blue cannabis, which is a type of drug. Report it immediately.

ㄴ Fuck, give me back my wholesome feelings lol

ㄴ lolololol

ㄴ lolololol

As one could see, most people who grew plants were gentle and broad-minded.

Even if they were mocked, they deflected it with their unique wit.

’It seems those who raise plants possess great patience.’

While she herself would flare up instantly, the other users simply laughed it off.

It felt almost like they were Taoist immortals. Because of this, Gallery users generally avoided messing with plant growers.

After all, poking them would only result in getting counter-attacked. However, that only applied to anonymous users; fixed-name users were a bit different.

Moreover, even before she started growing plants, Yoo So-wol had already gained fame as a popular fixed-name user.

Under these circumstances, all kinds of mockery and attacks were bound to come her way. For now, cultivating her patience was the best course of action.

Ttok-ttok-ttok—

While she was browsing the Gallery, someone knocked on Yoo So-wol’s door.

At this, she closed the Gallery and spoke toward the door.

"Who is it?"

[Are you Yoo So-wol-nim, who is participating in the finals of the Martial Arts Tournament?]

"I am."

[The finals will begin shortly, so please prepare yourself.]

It seemed to be a tournament official.

Participants who advanced to the finals had to inform the organizers which room they were staying in.

Thus, it was not unusual for them to seek her out here. Yoo So-wol nodded and got ready.

A satgat and a veil to cover her face, and finally, the preciously nurtured plant cradled in her arms.

"Lead the way."

"...Understood."

The tournament official was taken aback by Yoo So-wol’s truly bizarre appearance for a brief moment, but soon began to walk.

As they walked, perhaps because her fame had already spread, many eyes turned toward Yoo So-wol.

"Is that person the..."

"Rumor has it she’s the Heavenly Demon, is that true?"

"Why on earth is she carrying a flowerpot around?"

"How should I know? She must be a weirdo."

Perhaps because rumors traveled fast, people suspected Yoo So-wol of being the Heavenly Demon.

However, because her appearance was so eccentric, they could not easily jump to conclusions.

After all, who would look at someone holding a flowerpot in one hand and think of the Heavenly Demon?

Since ancient times, the Heavenly Demon had always possessed a solemn image, not a quirky one like Yoo So-wol.

"Can you tell me who this lady’s opponent is?"

"We cannot do that. Nor can we disclose their martial alias."

Yoo So-wol was slightly disappointed. In the Central Plains, a martial alias revealed the characteristics of its bearer.

Just as those with ’Lust (色)’ in their names tended to be promiscuous, and those with ’Flower (화)’ were beautiful.

One could easily tell what kind of person she had been and what her past alias, Yaksha Blood Flower, signified.

’I wonder how they will announce this lady’s alias.’

Would they call her the Heavenly Demon, or would they call her the Yaksha Blood Flower?

Filled with anticipation, Yoo So-wol headed toward the arena where the finals would take place.

Befitting a tournament hosted by the Namgoong Clan, the scale of the arena was remarkably grand.

[Yaksha Blood Flower, Yoo So-wol, entering!]

As she waited in the waiting room, the announcer shouted loudly. Hearing those words, Yoo So-wol snorted.

Anyone could easily find out with a bit of investigation that the Heavenly Demon and the Yaksha Blood Flower were the same person.

Yet, the fact that they used the alias Yaksha Blood Flower meant they wished to avoid controversy.

’It is all utterly meaningless.’

She planned to reveal it grandly at the very end anyway. It was nothing but a futile effort on their part.

As she stepped into the arena, it was soon filled not with cheers, but with a low murmur.

Since the rumors were what they were, doubts were bound to bloom in abundance.

[She really is holding a flowerpot!]

[Instead of the Heavenly Demon, isn’t she just some hidden expert who came here out of boredom?]

[That actually sounds much more convincing.]

Everyone was skeptical. But it didn’t matter.

She was going to reveal her identity grandly once she won the finals anyway.

Yoo So-wol quietly awaited her opponent. She had hoped for a decent expert, but...

[Poison Tongue Hand, Son Chan, entering!]

A man with the alias Poison Tongue Hand—an alias that made it obvious he was all talk—entered.

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And Yoo So-wol quickly realized how he had earned that alias.

"They say there are many strange people in the world, but the strangest bastard of them all is standing right in front of me."

"..."

"What’s with that pathetic flowerpot? Do you want me to rip it out by the roots?"

"...What did you say?"

Yoo So-wol asked back in a chilling voice. Her trigger button had been pressed.

However, unlike on the Gallery, she maintained her patience in reality. Thus, she issued a warning.

"If you flap that mouth of yours one more time, I will personally rip your tongue out by its roots."

"I think it’d be faster for me to pull out that weed first, though?"

"...A weed?"

Her trigger button was pressed once again. At the same time, a terrifying aura began to emanate from Yoo So-wol.

Yet, despite the aura she exuded, Poison Tongue Hand Son Chan remained unfazed.

To be precise, it was closer to him ’not knowing.’ The difference in their realms was simply too vast.

As they say, ignorance breeds foolhardiness. True to his alias, Son Chan ran his mouth flamboyantly.

"Yeah. A weed. A bastard like you playing some pathetic roleplay—"

Kwajik!

Son Chan’s words could not continue. Had Yoo So-wol ripped out his tongue?

No. On the contrary, she had shown a sliver of mercy by exercising her patience.

"...Ah?"

"Your gaze is too high."

By shattering the bones of his sturdy legs.

It was a kick too fast for the eye to see, but the aftermath was brutal.

For Son Chan’s shins had snapped in a direction they were never meant to bend.

Naturally, his eye level dropped, and the scene shifted to Yoo So-wol looking down on him.

"Aaargh... Urgh?!"

Son Chan couldn’t even scream. Because Yoo So-wol had grabbed his tongue with her hand.

The result was practically decided. It was Yoo So-wol’s overwhelming victory.

Son Chan, who couldn’t even properly display his martial arts just because he ran his mouth once.

With his tongue held tight, Son Chan stared at Yoo So-wol with eyes trembling in terror.

Although her face was hidden by the veil, her aura was unmistakable.

"Say it again."

"Th-Thath ith..."

"What did you call the plant this lady is raising? A weed?"

He had messed with the wrong person. He had truly, utterly messed with the wrong person.

Son Chan’s alias was Poison Tongue Hand. True to that alias, it was earned by running his mouth recklessly.

However, the very fact that such an alias could exist in the Central Plains, where fists spoke louder than words, proved his strength.

Normally, he would have become a cold corpse long before such an alias could even be coined.

Thus, he had been confident in his skills, but today, he had met his match.

"Speak. Ah, is it perhaps because this lady is holding your tongue that you cannot speak?"

"Uaah..."

"Engrave this deeply in your mind. If you dare insult what another has raised with devotion..."

Kwajik!

"...this is what will happen."

Yoo So-wol said so as she lightly exerted force on the hand holding his tongue.

While it was a light exertion of force from her perspective, it resulted in Son Chan’s tongue being cleanly severed.

"Heuaaaaak!"

Son Chan thrashed around, letting out a bizarre scream.

For having his tongue severed was far more painful than his cleanly broken legs.

While Son Chan clutched his bleeding mouth, Yoo So-wol said casually,

"Try running your tongue again next time. I will personally gouge your eyes out then."

[Y-Yaksha Blood Flower Yoo So-wol wins!]

As soon as Yoo So-wol spoke, the official bellowed.

Yet, not a single person clapped or cheered.

Because the price of running one’s mouth just once was simply too brutal.

They had thought the threat of ripping out a tongue by its roots was merely an exaggeration. Who could have known she would actually carry it out?

Though there was a punishment of severing the tongue among official penalties, that was strictly to pay for one’s crimes.

There was a massive difference when it was done directly like this. The fact that she executed it so casually meant there was absolutely no mercy in her hands.

[Th-That person... she held onto the flowerpot the entire time.]

[Defeating Poison Tongue Hand so easily?]

[She didn’t even fight with one hand. This is just...]

Yoo So-wol casually ignored the murmurs and turned her back.

She felt as though her good mood from earlier today had plummeted into the abyss.

’There are truly many in this world who speak so recklessly.’

Yoo So-wol made up her mind.

She would personally cut out the tongues of anyone who insulted her flowerpot.

Now that her trigger button had been thoroughly pressed, there was no one who could stop her.

[Wild Grylls: Did something bad happen today? I heard a rumor that you cut someone’s tongue.]

[Heavenly Demon: It is nothing. I merely made him pay the price for running his mouth recklessly.]

[Wild Grylls: That’s refreshing to hear. Still, please don’t be too cruel. There should always be a second chance.]

[Heavenly Demon: I shall let them off up to three times then. For there is a saying that even Buddha tolerates up to three times.]

Grylls didn’t say another word.