I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 437

Currently, sports have established themselves as an indispensable culture for the Demon Race.

A culture that perfectly satisfied the Demon Race, who naturally craved Amusement and possessed a warlike temperament.

This was true not only for the Demon Race, but also for the Beastfolk, who possessed a temperament no less warlike than theirs.

Unlike the Demon Race, who yearned for Amusement, the Beastfolk loved a culture of winning and losing, which caused sports to spread rapidly among them.

As time passed, sports also spread to other races that began interacting with the Demon Race.

Since entertainment is something craved by all races regardless of their kind, it was accepted very easily.

Of course, the Holy Kingdom, which fought bloodily with the Demon Race at every opportunity, did not accept their culture.

However, this did not last long either, and the atmosphere shifted recently as deeds even worse than those of the Demon Race came to light.

Title) By the way, where did sports originate?

It’s something I wonder about every time I see it.

I know it suddenly popped out of nowhere, but the time it took to develop is extremely short.

Even just 100 years ago, the Holy Kingdom and Mephisto were beating each other up, so it’s weird.

Unless someone actually taught them, there’s no way it could have developed in such a diverse way.

ㄴ First of all, the origin of ball sports is certain.

ㄴ OP) What is it?

ㄴ Demons playing around with people’s heads.

ㄴ OP) ;;;

ㄴ This is real. It was actually written like that in the records.

ㄴ In the first place, that was a really long time ago. And playing with human heads was a game everyone played back in the barbaric era.

ㄴ I think it started developing seriously about 200 years ago?

ㄴ But even back then, the Demon Race was running wild.

ㄴ Yeah, and then they suddenly got obsessed with sports at a rapid pace;;

ㄴ Did they turn their eyes elsewhere because killing people got boring?

ㄴ They’re a race that loves fighting, can they really vent their aggression with just sports?

ㄴ It’s possible. Just look at the state of the matches right now.

ㄴ You’ll know when you see the casualties piling up in the Gallery during every match lol

Originally, the appearance of sports in this world was a mysterious thing.

It didn’t even emerge from the relatively peaceful Elves or Dwarves.

The Demon Race, who were incredibly ferocious, had birthed the concept of sports all on their own.

However, in the distant past, back when dragons ruled the world, a similar culture did exist.

Discus throw, javelin throw, and furthermore, traditional gladiatorial duels, and so on.

But grouping so many events under the umbrella of ’sports’ was the doing of the Demon Race. This was an undeniable fact.

Title) Even so, the Demon Race is

just a bunch of mediocre scrubs who got totally diffed by humans in most recent events lol

ㄴ You wanna die?

ㄴ Do you want to die?

ㄴ Drop your address.

ㄴ I will find you. I will find you, and I will kill you.

ㄴ Oh; look how savage they are lol

It was a mysterious origin like this, but everything changed because of the post Grylls uploaded.

To think that even the gods enjoyed numerous sports, and that many of them were similar to current events.

Beyond just being similar, they were practically copy-pasted. Because of this, people were thrown into confusion.

They wondered, ’Did the Demon Race not actually invent sports, but rather discovered them?’

Curiosity also arose as to how the prideful Demon Race would react if they saw this.

"Hey. Did you hear that news?"

"What news?"

"Sports like football and baseball. Apparently, our Demon Race didn’t invent them, but discovered them."

"Really? So what?"

"What do you mean, ’so what’? Don’t you have any thoughts on this?"

"All I can think about is the match where we blew the lead yesterday."

"As expected, right?"

They really couldn’t care less. To the Demon Race, the origin of sports was meaningless.

They only remembered yesterday’s match, or the match they were going to play today. For the common folk, it was a matter of little concern.

However, this was only the case for ’casual fans’; if one dug a little deeper, the story changed.

"Sports are a culture that even the gods enjoyed? Then isn’t the higher-ups treating it as low-class and looking down on it an insult to the gods?"

"We have to protest this too! How long are we going to follow the regulations those bastards want?"

"It’s blasphemy!"

The demons who staked their lives on sports showed a violent reaction.

They were already angry every time the high-and-mighty nobles placed restrictions on sports.

Among them, the football fans were the most dissatisfied, and understandably so, because of Kaylin, who was slated to be the next Demon King.

Kaylin had publicly placed various regulations on sports, and she had plenty of justification for it.

Her reasoning was to prevent foreign capital, especially Setan’s capital, from encroaching upon their domestic sports teams.

The problem was that because the first step of this policy was botched, the polarization grew severe.

Poor clubs became poorer, and rich clubs became richer, leaving it as Kaylin’s blunder.

Yet, ironically, it was also steadily showing results, so even Kaylin couldn’t easily undo it.

Title) I’m on the side of supporting Kaylin

(Photo of a torture tool heated glowing red with fire)This story is hosted at novelping dot com.

I seriously want to brand her with it, yeah.

ㄴ Lmao

ㄴ Lmao

ㄴ What would Kaylin think if she saw this post? lol

ㄴ Princess Chaenggu) She would probably just laugh too, lol

ㄴ King Reor) Where do you live? Let’s see your face.

ㄴ Are you Kaylin by any chance?

ㄴ King Reor) I’m just a demon ahjussi who defends Kaylin.

ㄴ Then go away lol

Because of this, public opinion toward Kaylin was not good.

Furthermore, since she was the material to become the next Demon King, sports fans were in tears.

Since they couldn’t recklessly oppose her politically or physically, they grew anxious day by day.

Fearing that as soon as Kaylin ascended to the throne of the Demon King, she would go beyond regulations and move on to outright oppression.

She possessed the martial power to do so, and furthermore, even the political resources.

But that was now a thing of the past. With the revelation that sports were the culture of the gods, a foothold for a turnaround had been established.

"How dare you defile the culture of the gods!"

"The Demon King’s Castle must immediately cease its oppression!"

Though barely a day had passed, the culture-loving demons united with one heart and mind.

The Demon King’s Castle—that is, the government—must stop its oppression of sports.

They clamored, saying that if this was ignored, divine punishment would fall upon them.

"But since when did we care about the gods?"

"Shut up. That’s what gods are for—to be used at times like this."

"Is that so?"

In truth, the demons didn’t care about the gods at all.

They were a race that had fought bloodily with the Holy Kingdom in the first place, so why would they care?

To them, sports were their religion. The gods were merely convenient entities to be used.

The phrase ’putting the cart before the horse’ fit perfectly, but since they had secured their justification, it didn’t matter.

As the protests gradually intensified like this, the Demon King’s Castle had no choice but to release a statement.

’They might be protesting peacefully for now, but violence will break out soon.’

Kaylin watched the protests occurring outside the Demon King’s Castle through magic.

It wasn’t quite like the protests said to have occurred in the Holy Kingdom, but it would only intensify as time went on.

Conversely, considering the temperament of the Demon Race, the fact that it was proceeding peacefully at all was a miracle.

If that yearning had not been satisfied, a rebellion would have broken out long ago.

’...I didn’t originally want this kind of image.’

Kaylin grumbled inwardly. Just because she set a policy wrong once, her image had been completely ruined.

She had started off on the wrong foot. However, she had now gained an opportunity to set things right.

’I must be careful. If I mess up, it could end up being neither here nor there.’

Regardless of having gained an opportunity, it was a matter she had to approach with caution.

Although her image was ruined because of the regulations, Kaylin maintained her stance that regulations were necessary.

Since she herself was a demon, she could feel this even more acutely.

The moment regulations were lifted, a situation no different from a lawless wasteland would unfold.

Furthermore, rumors might spread that they had knelt before the prestige of the gods.

If that happened, only the prestige of the Holy Kingdom and Avalon would rise.

’Grylls merely gave me an opportunity. The one who has to use that opportunity well is me.’

Kaylin was the talent slated to become the next Demon King. Therefore, she was someone who had to appear frequently in official settings.

Thus, she ordered her attendant to prepare, as she would go outside and speak directly.

"Princess. If you show yourself in this situation..."

"Is it dangerous?"

"Yes. That is correct."

Kaylin chuckled at her attendant’s concern.

Then, wearing a cold smile, she spoke in a low, quiet voice.

"The ones in danger are not me, but them, are they not?"

"..."

"Stop talking nonsense and do as I instructed."

"Yes!"

The attendant immediately complied, overwhelmed by the pressure radiating from Kaylin.

Soon, the news was delivered to the protesters, and just as Kaylin finished her preparations...

"Kaylin."

Asmode, Kaylin’s father and the current Demon King, appeared before her.

Kaylin bowed her head politely and faced him.

Asmode, as always, had a face that seemed completely devoid of emotion.

"Yes, Father. What is the matter?"

"I heard from your attendant. I hear you are going to make a statement."

"Yes. That is correct."

"Have you consulted with the nobles?"

Asmode spoke in a dry voice. Kaylin immediately understood his meaning.New chapters come out on novelping dot com first.

Among the nobles, there were not a few who harbored antipathy toward sports. And these were the ones backing Kaylin.

However, depending on how she made her statement this time, the power structure could shift.

"No. I don’t think that will be necessary."

"Those are confident words."

"Who could possibly stop me?"

An arrogant but classic Kaylin-like answer came back. Asmode stared at her intently.

Kaylin also faced Asmode, whose intentions remained unreadable.

Tuk—

Then, Asmode placed a hand on Kaylin’s shoulder. It was an answer indicating he would support her decision.

At this, Kaylin let out a sigh of relief inwardly.

For no matter how great she was, opposing the will of the current Demon King would be difficult.

"I understand your intention well. Then let me ask you one more thing."

"Yes, Father."

"Is this statement going to be on the positive side, or the negative side?"

"It is on the positive side."

Was the immediate reply unexpected? A slight change appeared in Asmode’s expression.

The raising of one eyebrow was a reaction filled with doubt.

And understandably so, since Kaylin’s image had been hostile toward sports.

But for whatever reason, she had shifted to a positive stance.

"You seem puzzled."

"Yes. Because you were closer to the demons of old."

The demons of old—that is, demons who preferred blood-splattering fights over sports.

This was one of the reasons the older generation and the younger generation clashed.

It wasn’t that Kaylin disliked blood-splattering fights either.

However, because she was simply too strong, it was difficult for her to enjoy that unique ’thrill’.

"After all, times change, Father."

"..."

"Furthermore, they are requesting it so intensely that they’re practically rebelling against the Demon King’s Castle, aren’t they? So, I became curious."

"Curious?"

"Yes. Curious about what this sport they love so much—football—actually is."

She had already finalized all her plans.

To properly coax the public, and then declare that she would look deeper into the culture.

In other words, this meant that even with her status as a princess, ’legal in-person spectating’ would be possible.

The very thing she, who usually only watched broadcasts, envied the most.

Kaylin spoke, hiding her trembling heart as much as possible.

"I have come to want to witness it with my own two eyes."

"..."

Was it because of the prospect of watching in person rather than through a broadcast?

Kaylin wore a rarely seen, passionate smile. It was a smile that anyone who didn’t know her would have found terrifying.

Asmode watched her with an expressionless face. Nodding as if he understood, he spoke.

"Very well. Then we must find a suitable place for you to watch."

"Ah. I have already decided on that."

"You have? Where is it?"

"It is Chaemester United, which has been talked about a lot lately, Father."

"..."

The skin beneath Asmode’s eyes twitched.

His expression clearly asked, ’Of all the places, why there?’

There was no way Princess Chaenggu—no, Kaylin—would fail to notice such a reaction.

She asked in a puzzled voice at Asmode, who rarely showed dissatisfaction.

"Father? Is there perhaps a problem...?"

"No. It’s just that I heard the place you mentioned has a lot of problems."

"...Problems?"

Even though Chaeyu was being treated like a neighborhood punching bag in the Gallery, it was fine.

Lately, their performance had also been outstanding, and they were gradually escaping their financial troubles.

"Didn’t that family commit tax evasion in the past?"

"I believe that was less of tax evasion and more of... exploiting a loophole due to the unstable tax laws at the time."

"I understand the quality of their fans is not very good..."

"That is only a minority; I know them to be full of passion. And..."

A subtle atmosphere settled between the father and daughter.

When protests broke out in Mephisto.

[Wild Grylls: (Photo of Leonardo da Vinci) This is the Da Vinci who made the Da Vinci Bridge. You see the description here?]

[Passing Dwarf: Cut the crap, just tell me how to make delicious alcohol. I don’t give a shit whether you post that or not.]

[Wild Grylls: This motherfucker.]

Grylls was busy talking to the dwarf who was demanding alcohol, completely regardless of origins or whatever.