I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 45

Title) Fuck, abandoned the trap.

Wild Grylls

Just checked the pit trap, but inside wasn’t a rabbit, it was spiders living there.

Even the jet-black fur looked so freaking hideous. Terrified just looking at it, so I left it alone.

From now on, traps should be snares instead of pits.

ㄴ "Heavenly Demon: Hang in there. If needed, this seat shall send you meat."

ㄴ "Wild Grylls: It’s okay. I can endure for now."

ㄴ "How big was the spider?"

ㄴ "Wild Grylls: At least 1 meter, I think? Almost passed out the moment I saw it;;"

ㄴ "Eek;; What kind of spider is that big?"

ㄴ "Wild Grylls: Too scared to take a photo. Better to just ignore it lolol"

ㄴ "Why not roast and eat it anyway."

ㄴ "Wild Grylls: Wasn’t like I didn’t think about it, but there were babies. Can’t kill the mother."

ㄴ "Holy fuck lololol A saint has descended lololol"

ㄴ "Did a guy like that kill Wonmo’s mother?"

ㄴ "Wild Grylls: Wonmo’s mom tried to kill me, that’s why;;"

ㄴ "Lololol true that"

ㄴ "What would Wonmo think? The person raising him is actually the murderer of his mother... and his mom tried to kill that person..."

ㄴ "Recommend me a novel with that premise. Sounds fun?"

ㄴ "Plot idea instantly made lolol Gotta go write it."

ㄴ "Allfather: Overall, what did it look like?"

ㄴ "Wild Grylls: Ran away as soon as I saw it so I don’t really know. Just a spider with jet-black fur?"

ㄴ "Allfather: Hmm. Hard to tell from just that. Seems to be a species of tarantula, so I recommend not catching it."

ㄴ "Wild Grylls: Was thinking of just burning it with fire anyway."

Since it lives in a pit, oil and fire would burn it to death quickly.

But I have no intention of going through that effort. Didn’t even want to look at it.

Imagine lifting a board only to see hideous spiders swarming underneath. Trauma wouldn’t be surprising.

’Where the hell did that spider pop up from?’

In less than a few hours, it made the pit trap its habitat.

Nature’s mysterious ways—partially understandable, yet incomprehensible.

In the end, I had no choice but to settle dinner with Fasting Pills again.

Hoping fish would be caught in the morning.

’Should I cook them smoked instead?’

Not a bad method. Smoked fish won’t attract insects as easily.

Wild beasts were a concern, but if beasts were coming, they’d have come long ago.

Seeing no dangerous beasts appearing so far means something is up.

’Finding Owlbear droppings was encouraging, though...’

Wonmo’s mother, the Owlbear, might have come exploring just like me.

Because the Owlbear chewed, tore, tasted, and enjoyed the Mad Dog carcass.

Since a rival sharing the territory disappeared, it checked out the main base once.

’I just have to keep exploring steadily.’

The Forest of the Four Seasons is a place where nothing is strange no matter what happens.

So preparing for the worst is a necessity, not an option.

As darkness fell, I took a few logs and went into the cave.

Inside, Wonmo had woken up and was sitting vacantly.

"Awake? Want food?"

"Kyuu!"

Cute little guy. I bought a large chunk of raw meat from the auction house.

No money worries for the time being. Sold the Inner Core for an astronomical amount.

Ironically, that scammer couldn’t even eat the Inner Core. Serves him right.

’Tomorrow Allfather will need frogs too, right?’

Tomorrow’s plan: Explore in the morning, return before lunchtime.

Then hunt Golden Frogs, trade with Allfather, and hopefully get fish traps from the Dwarf.

If I can get fish traps from the Dwarf, no need to worry about food anymore.

Fish traps made by a Dwarf, so zero doubts about durability.

’What bothers me is whether to head upstream or downstream...’

The easiest way to escape when stranded: follow the river downstream.

Historically, civilizations started near rivers.

Even if no kingdom exists, there should be at least a small village.

’Problem is space shifts erratically, so it might cut off abruptly.’

Space shifts erratically. Strange phrasing, but true.

Across the river, it shifts real-time from snowy mountains to deserts.

Last time it shifted to a fog-filled zone. Baffling to watch.

So if it suddenly cuts off unnaturally, I plan to turn back without hesitation.

’Nothing is easy.’

I sighed. That’s why I prioritized adaptation over escape.

Space shifts frequently, making escape tough even if I want to.

’At least the map size is growing, which is a comfort.’

I turned my head to look at the wall. A map drawn on large paper.

Centered around this cave, landmarks were marked in all directions:

The river where Golden Frogs appear. The Mature Mandrake habitat. The recently discovered Golden Mushroom Cave.Get faster updates on NovelPing.

Compasses didn’t work here, so it wasn’t exact, but it helped enormously.

’Tomorrow, let’s head downstream.’

Following the river means no risk of getting lost.

When night fell completely, I lit a campfire.

Warmth began to spread through the increasingly chilly cave.

"Nom nom nom."

Giving meat to Wonmo, he ate happily. I stroked his head.

He flinched at first, but ate quietly soon after. Completely used to my touch.

’If only he could grow past the cub stage.’

It takes several years for an Owlbear to reach adulthood. That’s what the Gallery said.

However, hunting independently is possible even before full maturity.

Heard their size increases significantly within a year.

Watching Wonmo enjoy his well-trimmed raw meat, I turned my head.

Speed Sloth was staring blankly at me with his signature dopey face.

"You’re fully grown, right?"

"..."

"Yeah. Thought so."

He looked like he was saying, "Can’t you tell just by looking?"

Of course, that’s just my guess.

Soon after, I had a simple meal of Fasting Pills and stepped outside briefly.

Washing up before sleep is good for hygiene.

’Why does Speed Sloth hate washing so much?’

Fortunately, no symptoms yet, but you never know.

Until I can wash him, keeping myself clean is the only way.

After a quick rinse, I went back into the cave.

’Ah. Right. The scabbard.’

Seeing Heavenly Demon’s sword leaning against the cave wall reminded me.

Moving around in the future, I can’t carry it bare like this.

Logging into the Gallery, I sent Heavenly Demon a 1-on-1 message.

[Wild Grylls: Heavenly Demon-nim. Are you there?]

[Heavenly Demon: Speak.]

Replied in less than a second. A bit surprising.

[Wild Grylls: Nothing much, but did the sword you gave me before not have a scabbard?]

[Heavenly Demon: It did.]

"However, the blade was so sharp that the scabbard became tattered beyond repair."

"Ah. That makes sense."

In truth, a scabbard might not mean much.

Heavenly Demon’s sword had sliced a Mad Dog cleanly in half before.

Still, carrying it bare causes inconvenience while moving.

[Heavenly Demon: If you desire a scabbard, this seat shall order my subordinates.]

"No. No need for that."

[Wild Grylls: Do you happen to know Passing Dwarf?]

[Heavenly Demon: Are you speaking of that dwarf drunkard?]

"Though I have never spoken with him directly, I know of him."

"I was thinking of asking him."

[Wild Grylls: He seems to be a skilled blacksmith.]

[Heavenly Demon: Not a bad idea, but can you not simply carry the sword as is?]

"I could, but a scabbard seems necessary."

When exploring or working with hands, such situations happen often.

Better to have one than not. My conclusion from living here.

[Heavenly Demon: This seat’s lifestyle differs from noble sir’s, so I shall respect your choice.]

"However, I can assure you it will not be easy."

"You said it was made from Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron or something, right?"

[Wild Grylls: Is it a good metal?]

[Heavenly Demon: That as well, but it was forged by a master blacksmith.]

"Aha."

Meaning a masterwork among masterworks. And Heavenly Demon gave it to me.

Every time I offered to return it, she firmly declined.

[Heavenly Demon: If you intend to return it, this seat refuses.]

"This seat has long surpassed reliance on weapons."

[Wild Grylls: Is there anything you want?]

[Heavenly Demon: If you ever find an Inner Core, could you spare it?]

"It is not for this seat, but for my subordinate."

"Ah. Right. Understood."

[Wild Grylls: Can you pass along my thanks instead?]

[Heavenly Demon: Of course.]

The conversation ended there. One task left:

Asking Passing Dwarf to forge a scabbard. Unsure if he’d accept.

Fish traps were made under the promise of snacks, but a scabbard is different.

Unless I find high-quality ore, high chance of refusal.Visit NovelPing for the full chapter.

’In the end, I need good materials.’

Need to expand my exploration range.

Best to target areas across the river where space warps randomly.

’Finding such places is hard, though.’

Must try. Reckless challenges are needed for escape.

I took a photo of the campfire and posted on the Gallery.

Day 4 wrapped!

(Photo of campfire)

Bye everyone! See you tomorrow!

ㄴ "Heavenly Demon: Good work."

ㄴ "Sword Matstar: You’ve worked hard."

ㄴ "Starlight Lady: See you tomorrow!"

ㄴ "Praise the Sun: Suffered because of a trashy bastard."

ㄴ "Princess Chaenggu: Bye-bye! Don’t die! Sending pants tomorrow!"

Receiving support from fixed nicks and nonsense from anons, I closed the Gallery.

Now time to practice the internal energy technique and head to sleep.

’Every time I operate the mental art, fatigue seems to melt away.’

Forcing sleep was tough, but no choice.

Going out in pitch darkness was suicide.

Even if visible, the forest at night is a different beast.

’Then...’

A good idea struck me. Fatigue vanishes when practicing the internal cultivation art?

Then practice until fatigue builds up!

Nothing else to do, so this is my best option.

’Sleep will come eventually while doing it, right?’

With that simple thought, I circulated the mental cultivation art.

Mana inside my body began circulating, breathing accelerating like a pump.

’Slowly from the basics...’

Time is all I have.

During that time, I slowly refined the foundation taught by Heavenly Demon.

"..."

Bit by bit, soaking into the silence.

Around the time Grylls was completely immersed in the internal cultivation art:

The Gallery was still bustling with activity.

A single fixed nick leaving wasn’t enough to stop the Gallery.

Yet most posts were related to Grylls.

"Whatever Grylls puts on auction next, I’m buying for sure."

"Nothing bad ever comes from buying his stuff lolol"

"Soon, instead of an Inner Core, stuff like Mithril might pop up? lol"

ㄴ "Mithril my ass lolol Mithril isn’t some roadside rock."

ㄴ "Then is an Inner Core a roadside marble?"

ㄴ "It’s not like it had a super massive effect anyway."

ㄴ "Still, an Inner Core is an Inner Core. A second-rate jumped straight to Master Realm?"

ㄴ "Told you, buying it has zero downsides?"

ㄴ "Honestly, having a Mature Mandrake colony in the first place is broken."

ㄴ "Sigh, fuck, if not for that scammer asshole, we could’ve bought cheaper."

ㄴ "Because of him, we have to go through fixed nicks now. Suddenly pissed off again."

"Real-time Gallery user, fucked."

"My boss told me to form a connection with Grylls somehow, fuck. Said if I don’t, leave the merchant guild."

"Is there no legal defense for this? It’s deeply tied to personal privacy;;"

ㄴ "Smart Demon-nim, do you usually talk shit about your boss?"

ㄴ "Don’t you?"

ㄴ "Smart Demon: I do too. Boss almost made me leak my Gallery nick recently, nearly fucked lolol"

ㄴ "How did you survive?"

ㄴ "Smart Demon: Just talked slick. Tell your boss to leak his Gallery nick first. Then he’ll probably let it slide."

ㄴ "Ok ok, thx for the tip."

ㄴ "Now I’ll believe whatever Grylls finds. What’s next?"

ㄴ "Told you. Definitely minerals. That’s what I believe."

"Honestly, it’s tricky."

"What does Grylls need? Survival gear. He doesn’t need money."

"It’s basically barter, isn’t trading tricky? Unless you give a legendary weapon."

ㄴ "Threats don’t work anymore either. Trading got super complicated;;"

ㄴ "Inner Cores or elixirs are right there for him to eat lolol"

ㄴ "Hasn’t he obtained most weapons already? What could he need?"

ㄴ "Lewd pics?"

ㄴ "Oh."

ㄴ "Oh my ass lolololol"

ㄴ "That’s what YOU need lololol"

ㄴ "No cap, he might actually need it. Not lying."

The Gallery burned with debate for quite some time.

Unlike before, it was far more proactive.