I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 449

I was startled when Bbareumbo collapsed the moment I regained consciousness, but fortunately, I was able to handle it.

Even though the sun had completely set and the rest of the party was fast asleep, there was no danger.

Instead, after moving Bbareumbo to a safe area, I also began tidying things up.

Cleaning up at night is usually extremely dangerous, but given the circumstances, I had no choice.

’By the way...’

After roughly finishing the cleanup, I finally checked my physical condition.

Before passing out, my two hands had been no different from pitch-black lumps of charcoal.

Yet now, instead of charcoal, they were soft and smooth.

Even though they had been in the water for quite a long time, they weren’t even wrinkled.

’What on earth did they put into me to heal my body like this?’

I checked not only my hands but every part of my body. Not a single injured spot was visible.

My crispily burned hair and body hair had all regrown anew.

It had been such a severe injury, yet it was completely and cleanly healed. It was hard to believe.

’As for my mana... surprisingly, nothing much changed.’

Despite absorbing such intense heat as mana, nothing had drastically altered.

At most, the amount of mana had visibly increased enough to feel it.

Things like gaining heat instead of cold, or sensing a different energy inside my body...

There were no dramatic changes. Well, that wasn’t something I particularly cared about anyway.

Right now, I was just grateful that my body was perfectly fine.

’I really almost died.’

Thinking that, I raised my head. I planned to pass this news along to the Gallery.

Since everyone else was fast asleep, waking them felt wrong. Besides, I had to take care of Bbareumbo.

Soon, after accessing the Gallery and checking the date, my eyes widened in shock.

’What? This much time passed?’

Nearly ten days had gone by. I knew I had a long dream, but I didn’t realize it had been this long.

At this, I turned my head to look at Bbareumbo. The guy was sleeping with both hands rested on his belly.

Seeing him breathing evenly, he had clearly collapsed simply from sleep deprivation.

Did he endure all that time just to protect me? It gave me a strange feeling inside.

’I should give him plenty of Fasting Pills later.’

To do that, I’ll have to ask Heavenly Demon. And not just Heavenly Demon.

Even if I looked perfectly fine on the outside, things inside might be different. An Elixir is a must.

Looking around, there were clear traces of numerous medicines, including Elixirs, having been used to treat me.

I looked around the house where only steady breathing could be heard, then focused back on the Gallery.

Title) This Body Resurrected

Wild Grylls

(Photo of soft and smooth hands)

(Photo of clean, undamaged arms)

(Photo of stretched-out legs)

(Photo of Bbareumbo sleeping like he’s dead)

Good to see you all. It’s Grylls, back from the brink of death.

Not sure how I survived, but I’m resurrected for now.

The reason I took a picture of Bbareumbo is that he was protecting me. Looks like he stood night watch while everyone else was sleeping.

Anyway, once the sun comes up, I’ll check my body again and rest for a while.

Nothing much changed, and I had a strange dream, but let’s skip that.

I’ll keep living hard, so please cheer me on. I’m definitely gonna survive.

ps. As of writing this post, today is my birthday. Everyone, wish me a happy birthday.

Heavenly Demon) I was filled with anxiety waiting for when thou wouldst return. How audacious of thee to make this lady wait so long. However, seeing as thou art intact, I shall forgive thee. From now on, please refrain from committing such reckless acts.

I think this is the first time I’ve seen Heavenly Demon talk at such length?

She was seriously super worried, it seems lol

You know what’s even more surprising? She wrote such a long paragraph as the very first reply.

Did she practice writing just that in preparation for Grylls’s return? Haha

For an old geezer, her comment typing speed is fast as fuck lol

Are you really alive? Hurry up and do a face reveal.

Why do a face reveal?This chapter was copied from novelping(.)com without permission.

He could’ve just taken pictures of someone else’s arms and legs.

Then how did he take the photo?

He probably turned into something like an undead.

WTF, turning a fine person into an undead lol

How can an undead browse the Gallery? Make it make sense lol

Necromancy is Love) We are capable of it.

Bullshit, prove it.

Necromancy is Love) We cannot. The moment We offer proof, that evil mage will eat shit again.

Doesn’t matter if an undead eats shit, right? They can’t taste anything in the first place.

He’s roleplaying, I tell you. He rambles about being the Undead King or whatever lol

Necromancy is Love) That mage invented magic that allows even the undead to taste.

Why would he invent something like that;;

Wouldn’t that be good for people with taste disorders?

Today’s your birthday? But it’s the Twin Gods’ Nativity?

For Grylls, it’s not recovery, it’s resurrection;;

Seriously, the more I look, the more he’s tied up with the gods?

Isn’t that a lie? Just proudly say you want gifts to celebrate your resurrection instead.

Wild Grylls) Busted haha

Busted, holy shit lmao

Look at him being honest haha

Far more comments were posted than expected. Heavenly Demon went as far as writing a whole paragraph.

For the record, the thing about today being my birthday wasn’t a lie; it was real. I knew because I checked the date first.

Apparently, since this world was once ruled by ancient humanity, it used familiar time units.

’Well, it’s not like I’m the type to care much about birthdays anyway.’

It was closer to doing it on the side while posting a survival update. Though getting gifts would be even better.

More important than that was the dream I had just been having. Keeping the Gallery open, I pondered deeply.

A dream of being trained in special forces—and US special forces at that. Was that really a dream related to me?

Field of vision, voice, and finally, even the name. Considering them one by one, it was definitely me.

It would be convenient to treat it as lost memories, but there were parts that I just couldn’t make sense of.

’Me, a pastor? A religious fanatic? Anyhow, I even read the Bible?’

That I, who hated God so much, had become a devout believer—that was what confused me.

Because I was the type to hate God just so I wouldn’t have to hate people. For someone like me to read the Bible made no sense.

’Still, it’s not like it belonged to someone else...’

What could it be? True, there was a pastor who helped me when I was struggling, but that was an exception.

Because I never belittled real religious people who weren’t cultists. Genuine believers deserved respect.

After all, the person who held onto me when I was wandering after losing my parents at an early age was that pastor.

’As for the military... it’s easiest to assume I joined because I really had nothing else to do.’

Pondering it brought no answers. It wasn’t even certain if those were my memories.

In the end, I realized there was nothing I could check right now. I wanted to dream again somehow, but even that was difficult.

Since the times I had dreams until now were when I suffered fatal wounds or fell unconscious.

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: Grylls-nim! Grylls-nim! Grylls-nim!]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: Are you really alright? Is there anywhere that hurts?!]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: I can’t get into your post right now, so I’m reaching out like this! You’re really okay, right?!]

While I was zoning out, an overwhelming barrage of notifications rang out. They chimed almost simultaneously.

Checking them, Asella was sending messages in an urgent tone.

’Come to think of it, many people must have sent messages while I was passed out.’

I had forgotten about it while posting the survival update. I should reply later.

For now, starting with Asella, who hurriedly sent messages. Heavenly Demon sent messages too, but I replied to Asella first.

[Wild Grylls: Yes. I’m fine now. Though I’ll rest for a bit just in case.]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: Resurrecting at the same time as the Nativity...! Are you truly a Herald of God?!]

[Wild Grylls: You were the one who spread that first, Asella-nim;;]

It was hilarious. When she herself was the one who first declared me a Herald of God.

Perhaps realizing that belatedly, Asella was silent for a moment.

But who was she? Was she not the Orange Badge (sucker) who always approached happy occasions with a positive mindset?

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: I knew it! You really were a Herald of God!]You are reading on nоvelping.com, the official source.

[Wild Grylls: Think whatever you like haha;;]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: Resurrecting on the Nativity! This is not something that can be overlooked! I must commemorate this day during the event!]

[Wild Grylls: Don’t make a fine person feel burdened, just treat me like before.]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: You turned into a lump of charcoal and then became perfectly fine, and you want me to just gloss over it?! That makes no sense! Grylls-nim is definitely someone favored by God!]

Favored by God, huh? I don’t need garbage like that.

If He truly favored me, He would’ve pulled me out of this damn forest long ago.

Either that, or something went wrong with the gods and led to me waking up here.

Whatever the case, I had zero intention of venerating any god.

Even though I read the Bible every night in my dream, it’s best to put that aside for now.

’Next, I should contact Heavenly Demon.’

Heavenly Demon must have worried about me no less than Asella. After all, she was one of the people I had formed the deepest bond with.

Yet, surprisingly enough, the last message she sent me was ten days ago.

And that was just a single, thoroughly dry message asking if I was okay.

[Wild Grylls: Heavenly Demon-nim?]

[Heavenly Demon: What is it?]

The message sent to check in was no different. It was Heavenly Demon’s uniquely lofty tone.

Seeing how she was the first to comment—and with a long paragraph at that—as soon as I posted my survival update, it wasn’t like she hadn’t worried.

Can a person really be this cool? Thinking to myself "as expected of Heavenly Demon," I sent a message.

[Wild Grylls: Were you worried about me by any chance?]

[Heavenly Demon: This lady believed thou wouldst overcome this crisis.]

[Wild Grylls: What if I died then?]

[Heavenly Demon: Heart-piercing anguish. I would have suffered the pain of a hole being gouged into my chest.]

[Wild Grylls: So you were worried.]

[Heavenly Demon: Thou saved this lady’s life, so where art thou going now? How irresponsible.]

It felt like she was bringing up strange excuses out of embarrassment. I gave a soft chuckle.

After that, I asked Heavenly Demon about what happened during those ten days.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t caused any major "accidents" during those ten days. The reason was simple.

[Heavenly Demon: Because the Nativity is at hand. My close aides also told me to exercise restraint.]

[Wild Grylls: The Nativity is the day the twin siblings were born, right? Looks like Heavenly Demon-nim cares about it too.]

[Heavenly Demon: This lady cares not for it. However, the Nativity is an event where even the Emperor would be beaten senseless if he went against it. Thus, no matter how bothersome, one has no choice but to wait.]

So it’s roughly on the level of Christmas in Christianity. That’s easy enough to understand.

In this world, the standing of the siblings Aris and Aragon was terrifyingly high.

Having exerted tremendous influence across both East and West, it was only natural.

[Heavenly Demon: From what I hear, that sloth protected thee.]

[Wild Grylls: Ah, yes. He’s tired and sleeping right now. I’m planning to give him Fasting Pills when he wakes up.]

[Heavenly Demon: This lady shall give thee a different kind of Fasting Pill. A specially crafted Fasting Pill made recently.]

[Wild Grylls: Specially crafted?]

[Heavenly Demon: It is a Fasting Pill crafted using the medicinal herbs thou gifted. He will surely like it.]

To think she even made a Fasting Pill tailored specifically for Bbareumbo. I was slightly impressed.

After that, I chatted with Heavenly Demon about this and that before quietly stepping out of the chat.

[Heavenly Demon: Sir Grylls.]

[Wild Grylls: Go ahead.]

[Heavenly Demon: Take care of thy health.]

Hearing her heartfelt encouragement right before leaving was an extra bonus.

Afterward, I sent messages to other people too, but perhaps they were asleep, as there were no replies.

[Passing Dwarf: Huh. What? You’re alive?]

[Wild Grylls: Did you not read my post?]

Except for this one dwarf guy.

From what he said, he had gotten dead drunk and only just woke up.

[Passing Dwarf: If I knew you’d live, I wouldn’t have saved my booze.]

[Wild Grylls: ;;;]

I seriously don’t know about this bastard.