I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 507

Gu-chil, a remnant of the Blood Cult who had tried to backstab me only to get wrecked.

Through the hobgoblins’ scouting, I had been gradually tracking how he was living within the gorilla pack.

Since one of his arms was broken, preventing him from moving properly, he was ignored by the pack.

A certain scholar once left a quote: The moment human civilization began was marked by a healed broken bone.

In a normal animal pack, when a major injury like a bone fracture occurred to a member, it was customary to abandon them.

A broken bone meant severe limits on movement, leaving behind only the fate of becoming prey in the future.

I had seen it in documentaries too—a video of a lioness holding back tears as she had to abandon her paralyzed cub.

Harsh as it was, that was the correct action in the wild. When you’re busy putting food in your own mouth, you don’t have the leeway to help others.

In that sense, the hobgoblins could be said to be far more civilized than the gorilla pack.

At least the hobgoblins didn’t ostracize the elderly or the injured. It was just that Chief Gorilla was absurdly strong.

’So seeing him squeezed in there, he somehow managed to hitch a ride with the pack?’

A bone fracture was a severe injury taking at least three months to heal, even with fast recovery.

Unlike me, who chugged Elixirs at an addictive rate whenever I had a moment, Gu-chil wouldn’t have any proper healing potions.

Of course, Chief Gorilla might have shown mercy and obtained an exceptional healing medicine for fractures.

After all, bonds forged under the same master run deep—they had learned the same martial arts under the same master.

"..."

"Why are you looking at me, Master?"

"No. It’s nothing."

Yet he had coldly kicked out his own biological brother.

Of course, one needed to consider that Lackey had albinism, and his eyesight wasn’t normal at the time either.

In other words, it was highly likely that Gu-chil wasn’t just given mercy by Chief Gorilla, but was genuinely accepted as a pack member.

"First, let’s head over there. We gotta set up our stand too."

"Understood."

Lackey showed no particular reaction even upon seeing the gorillas that used to be his own pack.

He had said something like this before: With a warm back and good food served daily, I forgot all about revenge.

Discontent might still linger in his heart, but it wasn’t enough to ruin things over.

"Ooo-ooo. Ooo."

"Huh?"

As we ambled closer, Gu-chil’s group finally spotted us.

Gu-chil had quite a filthy appearance, though at least his face was clean as if he washed it.

Which, phrased differently, meant his hair was caked with grease. On top of that, his hair hung shaggy and long from months without a haircut.

Even his beard had grown bushily; at first, I thought he was someone else.

’Why is there a poodle here?’

He looked like a pet kept by a gorilla pack. It felt bad to say this about a human, but I was saying it because it was Gu-chil.

If I had even a shred of goodwill toward him, I would’ve just chuckled awkwardly and left it at that.

"..."

Gu-chil stared at me, then fiercely scowled and turned his head away. A reaction that screamed he didn’t even want to deal with me.

Shouldn’t I be the one getting mad? I tried to show him kindness, and Gu-chil was the one who stabbed me in the back.

’Well, not everyone is like Lackey.’

Countless people mess things up by clinging blindly to something.

Revenge in particular was an emotion tailor-made for blind fixation. Lackey was impressive for letting that go.

Be he a remnant of the Blood Cult or whatever, had he set aside that mindset, I would have accepted Gu-chil too.

However, Gu-chil was the one who kicked away the kindness offered to him and ran off. There was no reason for me to show any more goodwill.

"Uwooong. Woong."

"Pururuk."

I approached the area where animals other than kangaroos gathered. As always, a swarm of animals was assembled.

Not just that. Bears aside, there were familiar faces as well.

"Why are you guys here?"

"Kaku! Kakura!"

It was the hobgoblin pack. Among the hobgoblins, there were guys presumed to be of the warrior class.

They expressed joy the moment they saw me. Their reason for coming to the Kangaroo Arena was simple.

"Rare herbs and materials come out here sometimes. Make us strong."

"So it really was a goldmine."

Just because I hadn’t visited lately didn’t change the fact that the Kangaroo Arena was a true goldmine.

The problem was that winner-takes-all aspect. I turned my head toward where the rewards were stacked.

Originally, everything was piled in one spot and mixed together, but for some reason, it looked neatly organized now.

’That honeycomb must’ve been brought by the bears... but what is that purple herb?’

Even though I had lived in the Forest of the Four Seasons for a long time, there were still many herbs I didn’t know.Read this novel at no⁠velping.com for the best experience.

In that case, I should ask an expert. Before that, I planned to post a picture of Gu-chil first.

Title) Ran into Blood Cult remnant

Wild Grylls

(Picture of Gu-chil looking rotten alongside the gorilla pack)

(Picture of kangaroos wrestling)

(Picture of strange-looking herb 1)

(Picture of strange-looking herb 2)

Came to the Kangaroo Arena to see if there was anything good, and ran into a Blood Cult remnant.

He seems to be living well with the gorilla pack, but I wish he’d take a wash.

↳ Heavenly Demon) Miraculously, he is still alive. Indeed, the saying that villains have tenacious lifespans holds true.

↳ Sword Matstar) How on earth is he alive? Unexpectedly, did the gorilla pack accept him well?

↳ Heavenly Demon) Even beasts look out for their own kind.

↳ Calling him a gorilla out in the open, look at that lol

↳ But the Blood Cult deserves to be bashed lmao

↳ Aren’t those guys supposed to take gorillas as successors? LMAO

↳ Successor or whatever doesn’t mean crap now. Heavenly Demon slaughtered them all, so they’re basically collapsed.

↳ That guy is just a leftover Heavenly Demon missed, trapped living in the Forest of the Four Seasons, so it shouldn’t be a problem?

↳ The only mild concern is if someone like Gu-chil stubbornly survives and messes with weird stuff?

↳ Ah, that is a bit concerning. At least Grylls cleans up his own mess, but guys like that won’t even clean up after themselves, right?

↳ ↳ ↳ Nahhh, not really. They’d probably get buried in shit and die themselves lol. Grylls is the only one who stubbornly crawls out even when buried in shit.

↳ Holy shit, that metaphor is dirty as hell, but I know what you mean;;

↳ Honestly, no one else could operate in the Forest of the Four Seasons like Grylls.

↳ Allfather) Quite rare herbs can be seen. Among them, the black herb will bring great benefits to one’s mana circuit.

↳ Wild Grylls) What kind of benefits do you mean?

↳ Allfather) There are many, such as making the mana circuit sturdier or allowing mana to flow much more vigorously.

↳ Wild Grylls) Thank you.

↳ Allfather) Where do you plan to use it, if I may ask?

↳ Wild Grylls) I’m gonna give it to Ahjussi Ludwig. I feel like I need to raise our floor performance going forward.

↳ Don’t Abandon the Hero) Helping Aris-nim’s paladin both materially and spiritually! You will surely be blessed!

↳ Wild Grylls) Of course. That way I can work him even harder.

↳ Don’t Abandon the Hero) Do NOT treat Aris-nim’s paladin as a laborer!!!

↳ Wild Grylls) Quiet down before I kick you out ^^

↳ Don’t Abandon the Hero) P-Please just don’t kick me out...!

↳ Immediately gets servile LMAO

↳ Whoa. Is that what true authority looks like? Haha

↳ The shadow power was right here all along LOL

↳ Upvote if you think the Orange Badge wants to ban him but can’t because Ludwig might die if she does LMAO

↳ Upvoted LOL

↳ Hahahahaha

↳ Princess Chaenggu) But is the Kangaroo Arena opening after a long time? Can we bet points?

↳ King Reor) Since the season ended, I was bored out of my mind, so this is great. Time to spend those banked-up points.

↳ Don’t those bastards just love gambling?

↳ Right? LOL They’re hanging around here because there’s nothing else to watch hahaha

↳ Everyone, this is why gambling is dangerous. Never touch it.

Perhaps because a kangaroo betting board was formed after so long, numerous users including Princess Chaenggu crept in.

Anyway, when I step in personally, it would be after all the kangaroo fights were over. So I set up the table appropriately.

Since most sports seasons had ended and there was nothing decent to watch, swarms of users gathered.

’Before that, I gotta do what I came to do.’

I surveyed the animals participating in the betting matches. Every single one of them was massive.

Was it fortunate that the Spirit Deer didn’t participate? If the deer had entered, it would’ve been a headache in many ways.

The most bothersome side was the gorilla pack—that is, Gu-chil’s group. I couldn’t tell how much power that side packed.

’Maybe his physical weight class improved like mine.’

The Heavenly Demon told me before: the remnants of the Blood Cult intensively trained external arts to survive in the Forest of the Four Seasons.

The Heavenly Demon had modified that external art herself and passed it to me. Thanks to that, I was able to grow into my current weight class.

However, Gu-chil had been training it all the way from the outside world. His proficiency in external arts was likely higher than mine.

’Besides, mana usage is banned in this arena... was it? Well, it must be banned anyway.’

An arena where you fight purely with weight class. I felt a bit nervous.

I sat in a spot presumed to be the VIP seat and watched the kangaroos fight.

Naturally, I had turned on the live video stream, and even put up points for the users.Visit NovelPing for the full chapter.

Of course, before that.

"Here. Everyone, try one of these delicious candied sweet potatoes."

"Woong?"

"Krerng."

First, a taste test of the candied sweet potatoes put up as this arena’s prize. They were made with none other than World Tree honey.

The animals stared at me with suspicious looks at the unfamiliar food, but soon ate them one by one.

"Woo-oh! Woo-ooo!"

"Oooo!"

Naturally, it was unanimous praise. I deliberately cooked a lot so I could give one to each of them.

Now, presenting this as the prize package was all it took. Only then did the animals drop their suspicion toward me.

Apparently, they suspected I was trying to freeload off them with weird food.

’Well, freeloading isn’t wrong.’

Originally, I was planning to bring Fasting Pills—the Fasting Pills that became way more delicious than before.

However, just as I was about to grab them, Bbareumbo grabbed my shoulder tightly. The expression he wore then was something I could never forget.

How should I put it? It was a terrifying look in many ways, as if asking if I was going to sell off our house deed too.

As everyone knew, the pillar and cornerstone of our Shelter was Bbareumbo. And what maintained that was the Fasting Pills.

"Puuu-oooo!"

Meanwhile, one of the kangaroos snatched victory. The process of victory was extremely thrilling as well.

Right before getting pounded, it quickly took the rear position and executed a German Suplex just like that.

Naturally, the kangaroo hit by that move was knocked out cold. In fact, high chances were that its neck bone was broken beyond mere unconsciousness.

’Do those guys even have intact bodies doing stuff like that?’

Above all, I heard the reason they did this was to find a mate.

Though there were many kangaroos, it wasn’t an overwhelming number. The arena probably ran during specific periods.

I was really lucky to participate right during its operation period.

"By the way, are you going to step up, Master?"

"Do you wanna step up?"

It was a dilemma between skill and weight class.

My weight class was far higher, but Lackey had superior martial technique.

So I couldn’t help but ponder for a moment, but there was a definitive way to decide.

"Let’s decide with Rock-Paper-Scissors."

"Understood."

As a result, I lost. Well, I was planning to step up anyway.

I was just curious who would come out from the gorilla pack. Still, it wasn’t like there were zero advantages.

"Kereuk. Keuanu makra."

"Master. The goblins say they forfeit."

"What? What do you mean?"

"When they heard Master was personally entering, they gave up immediately."

It was the goblins giving up their participation right away. Hearing it, they were reluctant to fight me.

I wanted to tell them that doing one’s best was proper manners, but I kept quiet.

’What if I fight them and my cards get exposed?’

Anyway, time passed, and it was time for the animals participating in the betting matches.

Perhaps because there was no rule restricting participation to one per pack, numerous animals took part.

And my first opponent was...

"Whoa, shit. Look at that size."

"Kuuu-oohng."

It was a bear. And one standing proudly on two feet.

Its stature alone seemed to exceed 2.5 meters, to the point where I had to look up.

Could I really win against a guy like this? I considered forfeiting, but settled myself down as much as possible. And then.

Peok!

Right at the start, I took a direct hit to the face from the bear’s forepaw. In the face, no less.

A strike that would have crushed an ordinary person’s facial bones—if not detached them entirely.

’...It hurts less than I thought?’

It did hurt. Suddenly, my school days field trip came to mind.

It felt like getting hit full-swing during a pillow fight. Just a Teong! sensation, without being painfully unbearable.

’This might actually be doable...?’

My confidence surged.