I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 455

I never imagined another creature like the hermit crab existed. But then again, it was typical for the Forest of the Four Seasons.

Having lived in the Forest of the Four Seasons for a long time, I assumed that thick wool was meant for ’defense’.

But that was my misjudgment and arrogance. The wool was a screen to hide weapons.

In the first place, it made no sense for even a hermit crab to pull out Earth weapons like that.

In other words, even if it wasn’t a sheep, other beasts could be using weapons from somewhere.

"Keuh..."

I took a near-direct hit from the cannon and was blown far back.

Normally, taking a direct cannon hit shouldn’t just blow you back; you should be blown to pieces.

However, combined with my Body-Protecting Gangqi and recovery ability, it stopped at just a dull ache.

’Besides, it was a mana shell rather than an artillery shell...’

Grimacing, I glared at the sheep. The bastard was still displaying its cannon.

Smoke was even rising in wisps, proving it had just fired.

Seeing that, I hurriedly pulled myself together and checked Lackey’s position.

"#$%#!"

Hwareureuk!

Lackey shouted something incomprehensible and hurled a massive fireball.

But the sheep was no push-over. Its cannon, which had tilted downward, aimed precisely at the fireball.

Kwang!

The mana cannon shell fired from the barrel collided with the giant fireball.

A deafening roar reverberated as gusts of wind swept in all directions.

In the meantime, I rushed toward the sheep. Before the cannon could reload, this was my chance.

The problem was that this was the Forest of the Four Seasons.

Bulssuk!

As expected, another cannon poked out from inside the wool.

As if anticipating this and preheating in advance, intense light had gathered at its muzzle.

Kwaaaa!

A mana cannon blast erupted from the muzzle. Seeing that brought back memories of the turtle from before.

That guy blasted mana cannon shells from its mouth too. Of course, I was the bad guy back then.

Because I tried to steal its egg. But to survive, there was no choice.

Same as now. Mutton is said to be delicious, so I have to try it.

’First, cut the legs.’

It was my usual pattern. Cutting the legs to reduce its mobility.

I dashed rapidly so the cannon couldn’t target me easily.

Thus, just as I was about to slash at the thick-legged sheep, an unexpected event occurred.

Ssuk!

The sheep’s legs retracted straight into its thick wool.

Pulling its legs inside its wool like it was some kind of turtle—I was speechlessly dumbfounded.

But the absurdity didn’t end there. Having stored all its legs inside its wool, it should naturally have dropped to the ground.

Dudungsil—

"What the actual fuck..."

As if it had turned into a cloud, the sheep began floating up into the sky. I almost let out a stream of profanity.

I held back only because I had witnessed all kinds of crazy shit; had it been the early days, I would have spewed filthy curses.

Cheolkeok! Cheolkeok! Cheolkeok!

The rising sheep stopped, and cannons of various calibers poked out from its wool.

I could feel its sheer determination to bombard me from the sky.

"Lackey-ya! Telek..."

Right as I was about to shout at Lackey to use telekinesis magic—

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

As if determined to turn this whole area into wasteland, a terrifying barrage of mana cannon fire rained down.

One or two was one thing, but with at least five cannons unleashing a barrage, I was going insane.

Endure it openly and counterattack? Try that when your surroundings are being blasted to smithereens.

Before I could even counter properly, my body was blown away by the shockwaves, driving me nuts.

"Master! Now!"

Thankfully, I wasn’t alone. Lackey was with me.

Did he hear me right before the mana cannons fired?

Ssuuuuk—

"Meee?!"

The sheep floating like a cloud plummeted downward. It was as if it had been forcefully dragged down.

Seeing that, I immediately looked at Lackey. The Mythricon gauntlet on his left hand was glowing brightly.

’Now’s the chance!’

Without hesitation, I rushed toward the struggling sheep. It couldn’t even adjust its cannon angles properly.

I didn’t know how durable that wool was, nor could I tell how thick it was.

Therefore, there was only one place to aim.

Kwak!

The sheep’s head. Dense, vibrant aura pierced precisely through its head.

It seemed that even if it could hide its legs in the wool, it couldn’t hide its head.

Or maybe it was because Lackey dragged it down with telekinesis.

Either way, I successfully hunted a sheep equal in size to a full-grown elephant.

All that remained was hauling this guy back to the Shelter and butchering it.

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"Master. Have you ever sheared wool before?"

"Uh... I’ve cleaned it up before?"

Every time Wonmo shed fur, I steadily cleaned it up. But I had never sheared any myself.

Moreover, the sheep’s size wasn’t normal; it was equivalent to an elephant.

Just shearing this single guy would easily yield several blankets.

’We’ll be able to spend a warm winter this time.’

I should ask the Gallery how to process wool. Or I could just pawn it off to Passing Dwarf.

[Heavenly Demon] That fleece looketh quite fluffy.

[Sword Matstar] It really looks soft and warm.

[Allfather] Wool capable of storing even cannons. I would like to possess it at least once.

"If there’s leftovers, I’ll give you some."

Anyway, the blankets and mats bought from the Gallery were plenty.

I had no intention of indulging in luxury anyway, so I planned to distribute it among the fixed-handle users.

"Lackey-ya. Like with that wild boar before, got it?"

"Understood. Wait a moment."

After tying up the massive sheep carcass tightly with rope, I asked Lackey.

Gravity reversal magic was a top-tier spell. Lackey had to check his book or memorize it separately.

Dudungsil—

Before long, accompanied by Lackey’s incantation, the giant sheep carcass floated up.

Surprisingly, the cannons that had poked out were still buried inside the wool.

Just how high was the wool’s density for it to hold up even those chunks of iron?

"Meee~"

"?!"

As we held onto the floating sheep like a balloon and walked, a bleat that was familiar yet subtly different reached my ears.

I hastily assumed a vigilant stance. I was so startled I nearly dropped the rope.

"Meee."

"...A goat?"

It was a goat. And an ordinary-sized goat at that.

It didn’t have heavy wool like a sheep, and looking at those bizarre pupils, it was definitely a goat.

The creature stared at us for a moment before turning away as if uninterested.

Ta-ak! Tak!

And astonishingly, stepping leisurely onto ’empty air’, it vanished off somewhere. I stared blankly at the scene.

Was that the Void Stepping said to be usable only by top-tier masters in martial arts novels?

Even humans found it hard to use, yet a mere goat was using it effortlessly. I was speechless.

"...Lackey-ya."

"Even I cannot do that."

"I know. But that’s Void Stepping, right?"

"It looks similar, but no. It is an innate ability."

"That’s even scarier."

Having observed the abilities of Blood Demon Wi Ho-chang up close, Lackey could distinguish martial arts.

But for it to be an innate ability rather than Void Stepping—that was even more ridiculous.

’Goats are famous for scaling sheer cliffs... Is it related to that?’

Anyway, thankfully it wasn’t hostile. What a bizarre world.

Afterwards, upon returning to the Shelter, Lackey dispelled the gravity magic and set the sheep down.

Bringing back an elephant-sized sheep left everyone marveling. The little ones, in particular, showed intense curiosity.

"Kkyuuu~"

"Pbi-ik. Pbi-i-ik."

Enjoying the fluffy texture of the wool, the little ones leaned their bodies against it.

Tyranno aside, Wonmo’s fur could get matted, so I quietly pulled him away.

[Cain: But what is that cannon inside this wool? It looks similar to the one attached to the hermit crab.]

"You’re probably right. I’m not sure if it’s the exact same model though."

[Cain: Hmm. It’s unlikely this sheep went to the hermit crab’s zone... Does this mean another ancient ruin exists in a different area?]

"That’s highly likely."

Cain’s words were quite persuasive. Wherever this guy came from, there had to be one in this area at least.

Searching for it sometime soon didn’t sound like a bad idea. Conveniently, the path pointed toward the World Tree anyway.

"Now we need to shear the wool..."

I crossed my arms and stared at the thick fleece. The shearing task itself wasn’t hard.

Because I could just get appropriate tools from the Gallery. The clean-up process was the real key.

"Dwarf-a. Do you happen to know how to process wool too?"

[Passing Dwarf] Don’t think of me as all-powerful. Even my friend knows hide, but not wool.

"What about asking someone else?"

[Passing Dwarf] If I did that, I’d never drink alcohol for the rest of my life. My identity might get exposed.

It seemed this was a huge burden even for Dwarf. I scratched my chin.

Originally, shearing wool wasn’t the end of it. It had to go through various procedures to be cleaned.

I had no leeway for that in my situation. I was already busy butchering; washing wool on top of that was absurd.

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Right as I was contemplating, a certain fixed-handle user posted a comment.

[Suspiciously...] I have confidence that I can manage fur well.

[Praise the Sun] Didn’t you say you were a beastman?

[Smart Demon] Can you manage wool too, or just the fur on your bodies?

[Heavenly Demon] I have heard that the beastfolk race manage their own fur by licking it with their tongues.

[Smart Demon] That’s a racially insensitive statement. Don’t do that ;;

Suspiciously... Just hearing the name made him sound rich.

Judging by the context so far, he was beastfolk. Though whether he was herbivore or carnivore was impossible to tell.

’Come to think of it, didn’t they say the beastfolk nation advocates democracy?’

I vaguely remembered hearing that. Despite having plenty of problems, it was somehow functioning.

Well, there was no need to care about their local affairs. Right now, the question was whether he was trustworthy enough to hand over the wool.

"Are you saying beastfolk have lots of fur, so you’ll manage wool well too?"

[Suspiciously...] Exactly. We beastfolk are a race extremely sensitive about fur.

[Passing Dwarf] I heard those guys take pride in their fur, so grooming alone takes hours.

[Allfather] It is similar logic to humans treasuring their hair.

Testimony from other fixed-handle users followed in succession. After deliberating for a bit, I decided to trust him.

If he ran off with the wool, I could just ignore him for the rest of my life. Besides, I had no one else to ask.

Since the size of the wool was so massive, entrusting it to another fixed-handle user carried a high risk of exposing their identity.

’If it’s a beastman, that’s a different story.’

I didn’t know what this guy did for a living, but seeing how confident he was, he must have a way to avoid getting caught.

I immediately set about shearing the wool. Given its massive bulk, doing it alone was tough, so I proceeded with my party.

[Suspiciously...: I shall grant you shears made specifically for wool-shearing. Use them well.]

[Wild Grylls: Oh. Thank you.]

He had good reason to be confident. He even had special wool shears.

Thus, after handing out shears to everyone in our party, we diligently sheared the wool.

Seogeok— Seogeok— Seogeok—

While shearing the wool, I discovered a fact. Though the sheep was massive, the wool itself was ordinary.

What did this mean? Nonsensical as it sounded, it meant the fleece contained the mysterious principles of subspace.

The distance between the body and the fleece was clearly short, yet cannons had emerged.

’Could there be other stuff inside here?’

Just in case, I thrust my hand inside the fluffy wool.

Just like subspace, it really went far deeper than it appeared. My entire arm sank inside.

I wondered if this was truly possible, but let it go. Thinking about it would only give me a headache anyway.

What mattered more was what was contained inside this voluminous wool. It probably wasn’t just cannons.

’I should pull out everything inside if possible. Otherwise, it’ll cause problems.’

I instructed my companions to pull out whatever their hands could grab. Before long, countless ’weapons’ poured out from inside the wool.

Most were cannon types, but occasionally there were machine guns too. It really seemed to have been used as a weapon depot.

"Master. This came out too. It is not a weapon."

"Not a weapon?"

"It is a small can."

And it wasn’t just weapons that came out. Lackey pulled out something else.

I received the can from Lackey. To be precise, canned food.

It looked just like a tuna can, characterized by its blue color.

Above all, the single most shocking thing:

"...Hangul?"

Written on the canned food was none other than Hangul. My eyes widened.

I had only seen English until now, but Hangul? Where on earth did this guy come from?

Setting aside my bewildered mind, I hurriedly read the Hangul.

Dust and dirt were caked on it, leaving no choice but to wash it off with water.

"Seafood... Bibim Sau..."

What is this?

How is this still around? Wasn’t this discontinued?

My thought process instantly stalled, leaving me unable to speak. It was so out of left field that I couldn’t even have predicted it.

"Master. Is that edible?"

"...Want to try some?"

Thanks to Lackey’s question, I was able to quickly snap back to reality.

There were no signs of bloating, and it had been stored inside the subspace-like wool.

I popped open the can of Seafood Bibim Sauce and handed it over to Lackey. And Lackey...

"U-eok?!"

The moment he took the can, he clutched his nose at the pungent fishy stench and fled.

What about Wonmo, who ate anything without fuss?

"Kkuek!"

He gagged immediately. So I decided to throw it away.

Since it was food that had passed far too long ago, throwing it out was right.

’Stockpiling that is meaningless.’

Continuing to dig through the wool afterward—

"...Did this guy raid a Seafood Bibim Sauce warehouse or what?"

Seafood Bibim Sauce poured out in piles.