I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 380

Buaaaang!

"Kyaaaah!"

Being bewildered by the three men—no, three males—who were completely enchanted by the motorcycle’s coolness lasted only a brief moment.

The Motorcycle Mimic opened its mouth wide and revved its wheels, charging straight at us.

Coupled with its distinct exhaust roar and horn blare, it was deafeningly noisy.

’Still, seeing how it’s totally fine after rampaging like that, it must be pretty strong.’

Other Mimics usually stayed still in one place.

Like a venus flytrap, devouring any creature that approached them.

But this Motorcycle Mimic actively roamed around. The fact that it remained alive despite that meant it was far more dangerous than other Mimics.

"Be careful! We don’t know what abilities it has yet!"

I yelled out warning the party. Meanwhile, the Mimic closed in right in front of our noses.

The Mimic stretched its already gaping maw even wider.

It might look like a motorcycle on the outside, but it was a giant beast threatening our lives.

Cha-kang!

I barely dodged the Motorcycle Mimic as it lunged with its jaws wide open.

The crisp snap of its mouth closing signaled that its teeth were as hard as steel.

But surviving in the Forest of the Four Seasons with just that would be difficult.

It definitely possessed other abilities. For example...

Puaaaaak!

Flames spewing from its exhaust pipes, for instance.

I flinched in shock at the flames shooting out like a literal flamethrower.

It seemed to have evolved that way to prevent being flanked from behind. Even the color of the flames was ominous.

Leaning close to yellow, it looked to be at least 300 degrees Celsius or higher.

"Gguaak! Hot hot hot!"

The first to get caught in that flamethrower spray was Lackey.

Being covered in fur from head to toe made him inherently vulnerable to fire.

I immediately cast magic to douse him with water and put out the fire, but...

Kiiiik!

The screech of hard braking reached my ears.

Turning my head, I saw the motorcycle swing its chassis around via a hard drift and charge back toward us.

Normally, a motorcycle would lose balance doing that, but it handled itself insanely well.

Buuuung!

Charging right toward us, the creature popped its front wheel high into the air.

It looked like a stunt performance on the surface, but reality proved otherwise.

Kwatching!

Steel-like spikes sprouted out of its front wheel to menace us.

What would happen if we got ground up by that spiked wheel was plain as day.

"Cain-ssi! Block it!"

[Hmph!]

Due to the difference in physical size, blocking it myself was practically impossible, so I relied on Cain.

Cain lifted his coffin and used it as a shield.

Kagagagagak!

The wheel and coffin collided, producing a harsh metallic screech.

Ludwig and I used the opening Cain bought us to flank the motorcycle’s side.

Buaaaang!

But the monster wasn’t easy prey. The moment it felt us approaching its flanks, it reacted instantly.

Surprisingly, it rode right up Cain’s angled coffin and launched into the air.

Looking closely now, the spikes on its front wheel had vanished without a trace.

Puaaaak!

Immediately following, it blasted ferocious flames from its exhaust.

I held my ground using Body-Protecting Gangqi, while Ludwig, more agile than me, had already backpedaled.

Kiiiik!

Soaring high into the sky, the motorcycle braked hard mid-air and glared down at us.

It seemed to realize that our skills were far from ordinary.

Given its remarkably high intelligence, the chance of it lowering its guard was slim. Quite a formidable adversary.

"Krrr..."

Seueuk—

Then, a long tongue slithered out from its mouth.

The tongue tapped the center of the motorcycle, and the moment I saw that, I drew my bow.

I had learned something in the Forest of the Four Seasons: if the enemy tries to execute a move, disrupt it immediately.

People might call it cowardly, but I wasn’t a knight, and this was the wild.

Piiing!

The arrow released from the bowstring shot straight toward the Mimic.

Since it was an arrow infused heavily with mana, a massive explosion would trigger the moment it hit.

Ssook!

The arrow slipped right into the Mimic’s open mouth.

No matter how strong a creature was, it was defenseless against an internal explosion.

Peu-eong!

As expected, an explosion detonated inside the Mimic’s mouth. But something was off.

Contrary to my expectations, the force of the explosion was surprisingly weak.

Furthermore, judging by the wisps of smoke trickling out of the Mimic’s mouth, it didn’t seem to have much effect.

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"...This bastard?"

Instead, the Motorcycle Mimic let out a satisfying burp as if it had enjoyed a nice meal.

While I flared up in annoyance at that, the Mimic resumed what it was doing earlier.

Held by its long tongue were none other than sunglasses and a cigar.

It rested the sunglasses above its mouth and clamped the cigar between its teeth.

Tadak—

"Phoooh."

The Motorcycle Mimic took a deep drag of the cigar in its mouth and exhaled smoothly.

I knew instantly who inspired those actions. It was mimicking its former master’s behavior.

[A steed that imitates its master’s actions... Its loyalty is commendable.]

"That’s not a steed, it’s a Mimic, you know?"

[Regardless, it looks like a steed.]

Where on earth does it look like one? I stared at Cain with an utterly baffled expression.

But Cain seemed thoroughly captivated by the motorcycle’s cool aura, observing it with deadly seriousness.

I just prayed he wouldn’t suggest keeping that Mimic as a pet. Taming a guy like that would be an absolute nightmare.

Cheol-keok!

’...Clack?’

Then an unsettling noise struck my ears. Coming directly from the Mimic.

Turning my head, I saw the Mimic clutching a literal shotgun with its tongue.

Where it pulled it from was unknown, but I guessed it came from inside its mouth.

"Boom!"

"You son of a...!"

Kwaaang!!

Along with the Mimic’s shout, a roaring gunshot blasted from the shotgun.

Fortunately, Cain and I blocked it with the shield and coffin respectively.

The impact transmitted through the shield was considerable.

Unlike the hermit crabs mounted with miniguns whose shots were individually weak, this bastard hit like a truck.

Cheol-keok!

The sound of a shotgun racking echoed once again.

Realizing close combat was dangerous, it seemed to be shifting toward mid-to-long-range warfare.

However, we were confident in ranged combat too. I shouted to Lackey.

"Lackey-ya! Shoot some fire at that bastard!"

"Understood!"

If that bastard shoots guns, we’ll cast magic.

Following my command, Lackey conjured a massive fireball above his head.

If we could hit the Mimic clean with this, victory would be ours, but...

Buaaaang!

Unfortunately, its body was a motorcycle. It could effortlessly dodge a slowly flying Fireball.

Combining a motorcycle’s mobility with a powerful gun made for an absurdly broken combo.

’Fuck. This is why cavalry was so damn overpowered in the old days.’

Largo was unsuitable for battle and had pulled out of formation. The rest of the little ones were the same.

Unless one possessed mobility matching that creature, dealing with it was tough.

[I shall step forward!]

And thankfully, we had Cain.

Asking me to cover him, he mounted his horse.

Then he charged rapidly toward the Motorcycle Mimic and swung his sword.

Kiiik!

But the Mimic was clever. It controlled its speed flawlessly, baiting Cain into swinging at thin air.

If a rider were atop the motorcycle, it might be different, but because the Mimic was the motorcycle, such stunts were possible.

’With tricks like that, making the ground slippery won’t do a damn thing.’

Making the ground slick would only hurt us more.

In the end, there was no choice but to chase it down directly. Just before sprinting off, I called out to Lackey.

"Lackey-ya! You can deploy a shield, right?"

"I can."

"Deploy it and protect Ludwig-ssi! Ludwig-ssi is useless in a mobile maneuver war!"

"That stings."

Ludwig grumbled at my factual jab, but only for a moment.

As soon as Lackey cast the shield, I dashed toward the Mimic.

Channeling far more mana than usual, I boosted my physical capabilities to the limit.

’Ah, shit. I can’t keep up with its speed.’

The Motorcycle Mimic’s speed was over 60 km/h at a conservative estimate.

Especially when sharply accelerating, it would easily surpass 100 km/h.

Unlike the beast, fine control at that pace was almost impossible for me, making attacks incredibly hard to land.

"Bbareumbo-ya. Help me out just this once!"

"..."

So I begged Bbareumbo. He squirmed his body as if signaling agreement.

Soon, I closed in on the Motorcycle Mimic as it circled the clearing while fighting.

"Krk?!"

The moment it registered my presence, it showed a reaction of deep shock.This chapter was copied from novelping . com without permission.

And understandable, too—what kind of lunatic matches a motorcycle’s speed on foot?

But this was a fantasy world—no, a distant future world.

Since it was a place infested with monsters leveraging mana, I was much the same.

Taang!

Shocked as it was, the Mimic quickly aimed its shotgun at me and fired.

Since we were running facing each other, laws of inertia didn’t mean jack.

Chwaak!

But I had Bbareumbo, who was more dependable than anyone else.

The instant the shotgun spewed fire, Bbareumbo slashed his claws.

The bullets composed of mana were sliced apart by Bbareumbo’s claws and scattered to dust.

’Just as I thought, it was mana.’

Just like those hermit crab monsters before, they weren’t lead bullets, but pure mana.

Mana was an energy source that brought prosperity while simultaneously hastening the end of the world.

From humanity’s perspective, weaponizing it was only natural. The first step was likely guns.

Buaaaang!

Deciding it couldn’t win like this, the Mimic cranked up its speed. Flames sprayed out from the exhaust.

Boosted by that, the Mimic began pulling away. I grit my teeth and accelerated the mana inside my body.

My legs didn’t stop either. I felt my thighs swelling as if they were about to burst.

[No, wait a minute. What kind of madness...]

Cain muttered something behind me, but it didn’t register.

My sole target was that motorcycle. Defeating that bastard was the only way to gain favor with the library Mimic.

Bbaaaang!

The Mimic blared its horn as if warning me to stop chasing. Too late.

Tenaciously clinging to its side, I pressed the assault. Bbareumbo would handle all the strikes anyway.

As if this level of speed was nothing to him, Bbareumbo slashed his claws relentlessly.

However, the Motorcycle Mimic was confident in a speed battle, so it wasn’t easy.

Whenever I tried to grab it, it evaded by braking hard or suddenly boosting away.

On top of that, it occasionally fired its shotgun to keep me at bay, making things tricky.

Buaaaang!!!

Even worse, the creature was pushing its speed higher and higher.

I was already struggling to hold on, yet it accelerated as if challenging me to keep up.

Thank goodness I was maintaining a similar pace, but still...

In other words, catching the Mimic fundamentally required immense baseline speed.

Grit teeth firmly, I matched the Mimic’s speed. My thighs burned hotter and hotter.

"Tuh."

But what was this now? The Mimic spat out the cigar clamped in its mouth.

The shotgun held by its tongue met the same fate. For reasons unknown, it retracted them completely.

Then, locking its gaze straight ahead, it shot forward even faster than before.

"This bastard...!"

True to its speed-demon nature, it seemed determined to settle this purely with velocity.

What a truly gentlemanly approach. Ridiculous, honestly.

’No, actually, this is better.’

All I had to do was hold out until it self-destructed.

Even if it was a motorcycle, its structural durability had a hard cap.

Biting my lip tight, I pulled ahead of the motorcycle.

Buaaang!

Refusing to be outdone, it chased after me with stubborn desperation.

While we were neck and neck like that...

Pajik!

Whether from pushing past its limits or reaching the end of its durability, the motorcycle’s wheels lurched violently.

Soon, the motorcycle’s chassis broke down piece by piece, finally collapsing into utter ruin.

The Mimic parasitizing the motorcycle suffered the same fate. As the motorcycle disassembled, the creature tumbled headlong through the air.

’Nice, we did—’

Tuk!

The moment that thought crossed my mind, my foot caught on a rock.

Instantly, I felt my body pitch forward uncontrollably.

One of the absolute, unalterable laws among countless physical principles.

"Ah."

And the supreme reason why one should never ride a motorcycle.

"Fuck my life."

Kudangtang!!! Kwideudeuk! Kwideuk! Ujigkeun!

The Law of Inertia greeted me with open arms.

"Master."

"What, punk."

"Why are you fine?"

"Don’t ask."

Fortunately, my body was completely unscathed.

"Uweeek."

Surprisingly, Bbareumbo was just puking his guts out.

Though he had overwhelming acceleration, it seemed my top speed was faster.