I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 44

"What a pathetic clown."

The Inner Core scam incident, which had flared up like gasoline, extinguished just as quickly.

With help from Heavenly Demon and Sword Matstar, plus the Orange Badge dealing the final blow, it wrapped up smoothly.

Without their help, things would have gotten complicated, but fortunately, most fixed nicks took my side.

’Even in another world, forums are all the same.’

By the way, posting that clarification was purely my own decision.

Not a calm, polite explanation, but a declaration of war mixed with curses.

People looking to bite would bite anyway, so I chose this approach.

As a result, I earned sympathy from forum users and won the public opinion war, so it wasn’t bad at all.

Honestly, the firewood burned so fast it felt awkward to even call it an opinion war. Just normal daily life in the Gallery.

’Heavenly Demon seemed a bit flustered, but it ended well.’

Looking at the Gallery, everyone was going crazy trying to catch the scammer.

Now that the Orange Badge revealed his address, that scammer’s real life is going to be miserable.

I never expected the Orange Badge to dox his address.

My guess is that Heavenly Demon convinced the Orange Badge.

To me, it was literally a life-or-death matter, while it wasn’t for him, so she probably felt it was unfair.

’Better send my thanks first.’

Either way, expressing gratitude is a must. I sent a 1-on-1 message.

"Thanks to you, things ended smoothly."

[Wild Grylls: Thank you so much.]

[Heavenly Demon: It was nothing.]

"Truth be told, this seat wished to personally go there and rip his tongue out."

"Eek;; That’s chilling."

"Heavenly Demon-nim, you’re from the Central Plains, right?"

[Heavenly Demon]

"Indeed."

[Wild Grylls: Is it far from the address the Orange Badge-nim gave?]

[Heavenly Demon: Quite far.]

"However, this seat can arrive in short order."

I bet she could. I wasn’t being sarcastic; I genuinely believed it.

She must be on par with or stronger than Sword Matstar.

I expressed my gratitude to Heavenly Demon and then asked about a question I was curious about.

"Heavenly Demon-nim."

[Wild Grylls: Even for a Blue Badge, once you do a 1-on-1 trade, you can’t trade again for 24 hours, right?]

[Heavenly Demon: Indeed. Do you perchance wish to trade with this seat more frequently?]

Saying ’wish’ makes it sound like I’m desperately begging for it.

Not that I particularly minded. That’s just her speech style, so I let it pass.

"Yes. I think it’s better to get valuable items certified before selling them from now on."

[Wild Grylls: Like that bastard, someone could take it and shut their mouth, right?]

[Heavenly Demon: This seat understands your meaning.]

"I grant permission. As for trade cooldowns, I shall persuade the Orange Badge."

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

[Wild Grylls: I keep receiving help from you.]

[Heavenly Demon: Could it ever compare to noble sir saving this seat’s life?]

"Whenever you need assistance, speak up anytime."

"I appreciate the sentiment."

"I need to build the strength to stand on my own two feet."

As I’ve mentioned repeatedly, relying on others isn’t good.

Receiving Heavenly Demon’s help is strictly for certifying important items.

For other things, Allfather usually advises me when I post, so it acts as a safety net.

"Then I’ll be going."

"I’ll contact you again next time."

[Heavenly Demon: This seat shall await noble sir’s message anytime.]

"Ah, right. Fasting Pills can be prepared within a week."

"Thank you."

[Heavenly Demon: Very well. If you ever need power, I shall assist at any time, so feel free to contact me without burden.]

Was I imagining the mix of gratification and reluctance in her text?

She seems lonely, so chatting with her often would be good.

Before that, I need to handle lunch. Just in case, I turned on the hose.

Regrettably, water gushed out smoothly without blockage. Meaning nothing was caught.

’Guess I have no choice but to rely on Fasting Pills.’

Unfortunate, but nothing I can do. I can’t fish in the river.

Unless I exterminate all the Golden Frogs, fishing is out of the question.

Chewing on a bitter Fasting Pill, I considered my post-lunch plans.Visit novеlping.com for the full chapter.

’The trap... let me check it tomorrow. It’s too early now.’

Better not get my hopes up too high for the trap.

That leaves one thing: posting on the Gallery.

Given what happened today, I plan to share my future plans.

Title) This is Grylls.

Wild Grylls

Hello, everyone. This is Wild Grylls who fell into the Forest of the Four Seasons.

Because of some bug-brained idiot today, I plan to get high-value items certified before posting them from now on.

I probably won’t put high-ticket items on the auction house. I’ll mostly sell to fixed nicks, and only auction them if there’s no choice.

The Gallery is terrifying. For some, their life is at stake, while for others, a single click can ruin a person.

I rambled on a bit too much. For now, I’ll do my absolute best to escape the forest. So the Gallery is essential. Please give me lots of support.

Ah! Also, special thanks to Sword Matstar-nim for helping me out. You can keep the Inner Core.

3-line summary:

Trading with fixed nicks first from now on.

Gallery is scary, but I’ll stay logged in to escape.

Thank you Sword Matstar-nim.

ㄴ "If nothing else, the 3-line summary is top tier lolol"

ㄴ "Real talk, just gotta read the bottom lolol"

ㄴ "Hang in there, Grylls. Just consider it stepping on dog shit."

ㄴ "Weren’t you also bashing Grylls earlier?"

ㄴ "Starlight Lady: What a relief. I was so disappointed because there were only mean people. Grylls-ssi is someone who helps complete strangers."

ㄴ "We decided to call that a sucker."

ㄴ "Isn’t he just kind, not a sucker?"

ㄴ "And didn’t he trade with Starlight Lady first anyway? As long as he trades, he’s a good guy."

ㄴ "Sword Matstar: Wait;; dumped it on me right away. I don’t need this."

ㄴ "Wild Grylls: You want to give it back? You can just sell it."

ㄴ "Sword Matstar: I have plenty of money. Plus, eating an Inner Core doesn’t even have much effect on me;;"

ㄴ "Wild Grylls: Don’t care, just take it~"

ㄴ "Sword Matstar: ;;;"

ㄴ "What is this now lololol"

ㄴ "Not pickpocketing, but pocket-stuffing lololol"

ㄴ "Going ’don’t care~’ lololol"

As expected, Sword Matstar was super panicked. I don’t get why she doesn’t want to get healthier.

Starlight Lady was desperate to get healthy, so life felt unfair.

’By the way, the phrase "dumping it on someone" exists here too? Is she in the military?’

If she’s a soldier, that explains why she gave various swordsmanship tips. Makes sense.

Speaking of swordsmanship, taking this chance to thoroughly read her post wouldn’t be bad.

I trained hard while studying the beginner’s guide to swordsmanship posted by Sword Matstar.

’I should consistently build my tech tree as a sword-and-shield warrior.’

I felt it clearly during the Owlbear and Muscle Mushroom fights.

Carrying a shield is much more stable than just holding a sword.

The Gallery teasers call it useless since monsters one-shot you anyway, but a shield is what blocks that one-shot.

Looking at the clear fist imprint on the Golden Shield makes it obvious.

If my body had taken that blow, my internal organs would have burst.

’Proficiency issues are unavoidable, though.’

Swordsmanship skill itself is fated to hit a wall at some point.

The difference between one-handed and two-handed is as vast as heaven and earth.

In my case, I have no choice but to discard fancy technique and choose stability.

That way my survival rate goes up significantly. It’s a necessity, not an option.

’Isn’t there anyone good with a shield?’

Sword Matstar focused heavily on swordsmanship with almost no shield theories. Just ’block and strike’. An unavoidable limitation.

Well, I’m a complete novice right now, so there’s no need to rush.

’Let’s see. Time the block well and slash directly?’

Until dinner, I read Sword Matstar’s posts carefully to improve my skills.

Of course, I don’t expect my skills to jump dramatically in a few days.

Plus, it’s only been a few days since I held a sword and shield. Adaptation comes first.

"Phew."

I slowly calmed my breathing. Sweat beaded and rolled down my cheeks.

I was practicing while reading, but felt uncertain.

Not doubting Sword Matstar—her posts were credited with elevating the average power of the continent.

I just didn’t know if I was doing it right. With no one watching, I felt anxious.

’They say martial arts are hard without a master’s guidance.’

Martial arts are techniques humans devised for combat—studying how to cleanly beat down opponents.

A punch thrown by an amateur versus a combat sports athlete is night and day.

A mere brawler beating a trained fighter? Pure fantasy.

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So I couldn’t help but wonder if I was just swinging randomly.

’For now, all I can do is read Sword Matstar’s posts carefully and achieve the goals.’

Her posts provided not just tips, but specific goals.

Like: if you achieve this target, you can move to the next stage.

Drawing a straight line with a sword, slashing multiple times in a single breath, thrusting into a hollow long cylinder, etc.

Some goals seemed helpful, while others were weird.

’I just need to achieve those goals two, three times over.’

Without a master, this is the best I can do. Cover it with sheer effort.

I practiced sword-and-shield techniques steadily until dinner time.

I even visualized scenarios to overpower opponents more efficiently.

"Hwah!"

How long did I practice? My whole body became drenched in sweat.

This should be enough for today. I put down my sword and shield and went into the cave.

I plan to rest briefly in the cool cave and eat dinner.

’Speaking of which, what happened to that scammer guy? Someone said he was right next door.’

Curious, I logged into the Gallery right away. Nothing beats the Gallery for resting.

As usual, the Gallery was a gathering place for fools. Time to check Recommended Posts.

Entering Recommended Posts, there was one thread with exceptionally high upvotes. It was about me.

Naturally, I opened it.

"This really was an Inner Core lololol"

"The scammer was right next door so I broke in and ate the Inner Core."

"Other guys showed up too, but somehow I grabbed it and verified. And me, a second-rate loser, jumped straight to Master Realm."

"Grylls wasn’t a scammer, that merchant asshole was the scammer. Don’t slander Grylls from now on."

ㄴ "Super jealous. Did you guys kill each other?"

ㄴ "Nah, government officials might show up so we settled it with Rock-Paper-Scissors."

ㄴ "Rock-Paper-Scissors lololol"

ㄴ "Don’t underestimate Rock-Paper-Scissors. Dynamic vision is crucial for that game lol"

ㄴ "Didn’t listen to the merchant’s opinion?"

ㄴ "Why would anyone listen to a scammer’s opinion?"

ㄴ "From now on, I’m buying everything Grylls puts on the auction house."

ㄴ "Fuck, normally he posted without going through fixed nicks. Suddenly pissed off."

ㄴ "What’s the scammer doing now? He must be furious."

ㄴ "Furious so what? He fled instantly lololol"

ㄴ "Serves him right lololol"

Looks like things were resolved smoothly(?). Doesn’t look like I’ll be misunderstood as a scammer anymore.

Even so, I won’t put things up on the auction house right away. As I said, fixed nicks get priority.

Browsing the Gallery, my sweat cooled off, so I stood up.

Dusk was falling, so it was time to check the trap.

’Would be great if something got caught.’

It hasn’t even been a day. Greed, sure.

But being greedy is how my dinner gets richer.

I packed light gear and walked over to the trap location.

Before leaving, I didn’t forget to ask Speed Sloth to guard the house.

"Oh?"

Reaching the trap, a change immediately caught my eye.

The foliage placed over the wooden board was completely gone.

Furthermore, a faint presence could be felt beneath the board.

’It caught something!’

Looks like I can enjoy some grease in my mouth after a long time.

With anticipation, I slowly lifted the board.

"Ta-ra-ra~ Ta-ra-ran~ Boom-cha-cha~ Boom-cha..."

Thud-

"Boom-cha..."

In the trap, there was... no rabbit. Instead, something else.

Large enough to fill the entire pit trap, covered in jet-black fur.

It wasn’t a normal animal either—it had eight legs.

Clustered around it were miniature versions stuck tight. Looks like babies.

"..."

Clack-

I carefully set the board back down.

Looks like I dug a spider nest instead of a trap pit.

’...Should I roast and eat even that?’

I gave up instantly because getting bitten could mean death.