I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 481

Agriculture is an industry that serves as the backbone and foundation of human civilization.

It was the decisive factor that made nomadic humanity settle in one place, and the driving force of development.

Furthermore, even after a long time, it has only continued to evolve and has never been phased out.

To sustain a population of billions, agriculture is essential. Because nothing other than farming could support such a massive population.

Even with the advent of nitrogen fertilizers, people still starve in droves. Famine is not a thing of the past, but an ongoing present reality.

’Besides, even if the soil is good, if nature trolls you hard, you end up with a bad harvest...’

For this reason, some people even consider farming to be humanity’s very first gamble.

Because ruining a whole year’s harvest for ridiculous reasons is an incredibly common occurrence.

Whether it rains when it shouldn’t, or a sudden flood or drought occurs out of nowhere, and so on.

They say failure is the mother of success, but farming is an industry where the moment you fail, you’re fucked.

Can’t you just wait for the next opportunity? Opportunity my ass, you’ll starve to death before that.

Agriculture is an industry that has not found a perfect answer in over ten thousand years of history.

Something that can become easier, but can never be controlled exactly as one wishes.

That is farming, and the root of human civilization.

"Kuanu. Abeonungka arbara kanua."

"Just throwing seeds on the ground yields food on its own. If this isn’t a miracle, what is?"

"Um..."

However, all of that was meaningless in the Forest of the Four Seasons.

With all kinds of crops shooting up rapidly just by scattering seeds, what failure could there possibly be?

Usually, farming is measured in years. It is humanity’s first large-scale industry.

But in the Forest of the Four Seasons, you can just throw them carelessly and they grow rapidly in almost a second, so no explanation is needed.

’As long as we have seeds, we don’t even need to worry about food issues.’

Even the seeds have undergone selective breeding, meaning they are species perfectly suited for farming.

Because crops obtained from the wild aren’t the things we commonly eat.

Unless they are brought in from the outside, it is safe to say there are almost no plants that can be cultivated here.

I’m no expert, so how could I selectively breed them one by one? It’s all only possible because of the Gallery.

"What crops do you usually cultivate?"

"Uak. Goguma. Ssar. Gamza."

Even without a proper translation, I could tell what crops they were harvesting. They matched exactly what I had given them.

Crops that are easy to store, survive well in winter, and are perfect for filling up bellies.

One might ask if they lack nutrients, but it’s fine. This is the Forest of the Four Seasons.

’On my way here, I saw them butchering a huge wild boar.’

For them, hunting is something they’ve always done. Just because securing food became easier doesn’t mean they’d forget the taste of meat.

Of course, the biggest merit is that hunting has changed from a necessity to a choice.

Since farming is bound to be much better than hunting, where lives hang in the balance.

’They’ll probably only deal with the beasts that invade or threaten the village.’

More than that, there’s something I’m curious about. Since farming is humanity’s greatest gamble, it comes with countless variables.

Starting from basic weather and soil fertility to shitty pests and diseases.

Specifically, when I was tending my own garden plot here, what pissed me off the most?

’Moles and sparrows, of course.’

The moment a crop grew, a mole would pop up and snatch it away! Thanks to that, I had no choice but to fill the holes with bricks.

Sparrows were the same. My garden became so famous as a hot restaurant that I got robbed blind right before my eyes.

In my heart, I wanted to exterminate them, shouting, "Those birds are harmful birds!" but...

’But when he literally tore a snake to pieces... ugh.’

When he literally tore a snake apart, my knees went weak.

Fortunately, thanks to Tyranno’s ferocity, the sparrows backed off, which was a relief; otherwise, I would have suffered greatly.

"How did you guys block the moles and sparrows? It must be tricky to stop them."

"Unaeu rarka kaba lunaa raora?"

Lackey diligently translated my question. He seems to play the role of an interpreter quite well.

Gganmar nodded and answered after hearing Lackey’s question. To summarize briefly, it went like this.

"You took Tyranno’s poop?"

"They said they needed it, so I gave it to them."

Taking the feces of the Hatchling, Tyranno. It was a pretty decent method.

Since sparrows have intelligence, they wouldn’t mess with Tyranno.

However, if you just scatter feces carelessly, all kinds of bugs will swarm.

"Arukara. Bunau rukanaku."

"You don’t have to worry. We chased away all the bugs using a special herb."

"I guess you have something like an insect repellent."

If that’s the case, it makes sense. From now on, the Hobgoblins’ farming will yield bumper harvests.

However, the swarms of bugs that run rampant in early summer—they should at least be careful of that.

"Sometimes earthquakes happen, and you could lose your entire food warehouse. It would be better to distribute and categorize them rather than gathering them all in one place."

I even gave advice as an experienced person. It was about storage, not farming.

While my gardening was just a small plot, they were doing actual farming.Read the latest chapters at no⁠velping.com.

Even though the difficulty is much easier than farming on a yearly or half-yearly basis, they cannot let their guard down.

Just like the sparrows, unexpected variables will find them anytime, anywhere.

They will establish their own know-how, and the Hobgoblins who master it will pass it down to future generations.

’If this keeps up, the number of goblins will increase significantly.’

The population-carrying capacity of rice is terrifying.

During the Industrial Revolution, Europe’s population grew explosively, yet it was only at a level similar to China’s.

As a joke, let’s think about when a grand army of 10,000 invaded in Europe.

While the East would question, ’Is that just a scouting unit?’, for Europe, it was a battle that staked the fate of the nation.

’Well, the East also wagered their countries on character-deletion matches whenever they got the chance, so...’

Anyway, there’s no need to worry about carrying capacity. More than that, there’s something I’m curious about.

The terrifying reproductive capability of goblins is by far the highest among monsters.

Someone once compared it to popping popcorn, saying they give birth like that.

Hearing the metaphor is shocking enough, but what’s even more surprising is that it’s actually true.

’They even ignore things like interspecies breeding barriers.’

In reality, it’s usually difficult to get pregnant if the species are different. Goblins don’t have that limitation.

Even if mutations appear, it’s not a problem, because most of them are individuals like Hobgoblins or Goblin Shamans.

Because of this shocking reproductive rate, the moment you let your guard down, their numbers will swell astronomically.

I wondered if the individuals living in the Forest of the Four Seasons would be different, but that’s something to observe over time.

’Infant mortality rate can’t be ignored either.’

Afterward, guided by Gganmar, I looked around various parts of the village.

As they rapidly entered an agricultural society, many aspects showed signs of development.

First of all, most of the goblins had evolved into Hobgoblins, which strengthened their overall military power.

Their intelligence is also practically no different from humans, so their strength lies in the fact that they are developing on their own.

Title) Goblin Village Recent Situation

Wild Grylls

(Photo of Hobgoblins harvesting in a vast field)

(Photo of Hobgoblins eating a delicious meal with the harvested crops)

(Photo of Hobgoblins butchering a hunted wild boar)

(Photo of Gganmar with a sturdy build)

It looks like they’ve entered an agricultural society using the seeds and species I gave them before.

This is fine, right?

ㄴHeavenly Demon) Seeing them like that, they look like ordinary people rather than monsters. They have a vibe like the Demon Race.

ㄴPrincess Chaenggu) Why bring us up all of a sudden? Are you saying we look similar to that?

ㄴHeavenly Demon) Aren’t you similar? The Demon Race also has blue skin and pitch-black eyes. I don’t see much difference from that.

ㄴPrincess Chaenggu) Wow... there’s no racism quite like that racism;;

ㄴDon’t Abandon the Hero) You shouldn’t do racism!

ㄴPrincess Chaenggu) I’ll admit it. Our Demon Race is indeed exotic.

ㄴDon’t Abandon the Hero) ...?

ㄴOrange Badge is flustered lololol

ㄴIt’s racism, but she has no choice but to admit it lolol

ㄴAllfather) Truly astonishing. For a species that lived a hunter-gatherer lifestyle to enter an agricultural society. By any chance, do you know what kind of weapons they use?

ㄴWild Grylls) They still use things like stone axes. There are weapons I gave them, but only a tiny minority have them.

ㄴAllfather) I see. Since they can mine and use raw Mithril, it should be fine... but they might enter the Iron Age soon.

ㄴIsn’t it the Mithril Age instead of the Iron Age?

ㄴLmao, while we play with iron, they play with Mithril over there lolol

ㄴThey probably don’t even need to smelt it separately lolol

ㄴThey’ll probably enter the Iron Age when they smelt Adamantium lol

Instead of entering the Iron Age, these guys will probably be smelting Adamantium.

This statement hit home because what I actually intend to pass down to them is a furnace.

The basic work required to manufacture ironware. But here, it’s not iron, but Adamantium.

’Honestly, even without Adamantium, just having Mithril is more than enough.’

Was it the Inca Empire? There are records that they used obsidian instead of iron as well.

What they choose is up to them. I am merely teaching them how to build a furnace.

It was around the time I was walking around various parts of the village. Someone sent me a message.

Receiving a message was something I could just shrug off, but it was from an unexpected person.

[Princess Chaenggu: Hello. I’d like to ask a favor, if that’s okay?]

[Wild Grylls: Yes. What kind of favor is it?]

It was Princess Chaenggu. The person who had just left a comment.

She could have just left a comment on my post, but she went as far as sending a private message.

Perhaps it was something awkward to ask openly. Still, since we had built up some rapport, it was fine.Read the latest chapters at novеlping.com.

[Princess Chaenggu: It’s hard to tell just from the post, but by any chance, are the Hobgoblins walking around bare-skinned?]

At that question, I looked around at the Hobgoblins. Quite a few of them were wearing clothes.

First, the women and children. They were all wearing clothes made of leather.

For the males, going shirtless was basically the default, and at most, the warriors wearing some gear was the extent of it.

[Wild Grylls: Except for the women and children, going shirtless is the default.]

[Princess Chaenggu: I see.]

[Wild Grylls: Don’t tell me you’re thinking of giving them sports uniforms?]

[Princess Chaenggu: If only I could know their sizes, hehehehe]

[Wild Grylls: ;;;]

Is she planning to expand Chaeyu’s fan base to the Forest of the Four Seasons as well? This person isn’t exactly in her right mind either.

Well, I put off distributing clothes for later. Honestly, even I was short on clothing.

Furthermore, constantly giving things away isn’t a very good idea. Because the Hobgoblins might become dependent on me.

’...Wait. Isn’t it a good thing if they depend on me?’

The Hobgoblins are not foolish enough to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Of course, it’s not that they have absolutely no greed, but they are well aware of the concept of mutual aid.

’It wouldn’t be bad... No, I need to think about this more deeply.’

If handled poorly, it could inadvertently create a class system of sorts.

Even if I do give them clothes, I should give them to the warrior class. Since they are the ones directly facing external threats.

[Wild Grylls: It doesn’t seem like a bad option. I’ll consider it.]

[Princess Chaenggu: Then, by any chance, a soccer ball too...]

[Wild Grylls: I’m sorry, but the goblins here are busy just surviving day by day. They have absolutely no time to play soccer;;]

[Princess Chaenggu: Okay...]

It’s not that they have absolutely no time to enjoy entertainment. The problem is falling into entertainment itself.

This is an issue that could literally release poison. Just because it’s good doesn’t mean I can add it haphazardly.

Thus, as my exploration of the Hobgoblin Village came to an end, the time to return to the Shelter drew near.

I was offered various items as a courtesy to a guest, but I politely declined. Because most of them were food.

Since the Hobgoblins were busy enough just feeding themselves, receiving food from them made me feel too guilty.

"Kaura ujauna nakueu."

"There is something to tell you. The scouting outfit the Lord gifted us."

"Outfit? Ah, you mean the invisibility suit? What about it?"

"Una kuanua."

"We lost contact."

"..."

We lost contact with the Hobgoblin wearing the dinosaur leather. Meaning he hasn’t returned.

What I had requested was scouting the gorilla pack. But losing contact meant only one thing.

’He got caught.’

Even if the performance of the dinosaur leather is outstanding, it isn’t omnipotent.

It only hides the appearance; it cannot eliminate presence and sound. Above all, it has a clear weakness.

The moment dirt or filth gets on it, like paint, the stealth function disappears.

Besides, since gorillas have a habit of throwing poop, he must have been easily taken down.

"Hmm... I see. Are you going to send more?"

"Au anukna kauka."

"We will send a goblin directly to investigate."

"That will be dangerous."

Those gorillas are incredibly rude. They even casually ignored the official request(?) I sent directly last time.

Whether Gu-chil sweet-talked the gorilla leader, or if there was another reason.

It was hard to grasp, but they must be starting to feel a sense of crisis.

’The mole mentioned it last time, too.’

The mole that only approaches predators. The gorillas must know this fact better than anyone.

If a ’predator’ is sitting right in the neighboring area, they would be extremely anxious as well.

Before long, a full-blown conflict will break out. It’s best to prepare thoroughly.

"Alright. But still, be careful. Those guys are secretly quite rude."

Lackey translated and conveyed my words exactly. The Hobgoblin nodded as if understanding.

However, aside from visiting them directly, I wondered how they would coordinate the language.

It’s not like they know the language of the Central Plains, so they would definitely face communication difficulties.

"If it’s my brother, he would have learned it quickly."

"Indeed, that might be the case."

The gorilla leader is smart enough to rival Lackey in terms of intelligence.

After asking them to be careful by all means, I returned to the Shelter.

I plan to set out on an exploration first thing tomorrow.

’It’s going to be hard to just live while ignoring them from now on.’