I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 513

It had already been three days since Tyranno and Lackey headed to Vanir’s lair.

Since they said they would stay at the lair for about a week, I had to wait at least four more days.

I could have just rolled around the Shelter until then, but I was doing my own share of work.

First, I crafted tools for the dwarf—or more accurately, his friend.

Since Adamantium hide would continue to be useful in the future, it was only right to support them diligently.

There was no way the dwarf would backstab me, and even if someone did, it would probably be his friend.

Meanwhile, I underwent training to use the Unity of Self and Object more efficiently.

"Kkeuuueng..."

The training I was currently doing was extremely simple.

Drawing circles with my right hand and triangles with my left hand.

Not only that, but every night, I wrote in my diary with my left hand instead of my right.

I was following the training advice Cain had given me to the letter. As for whether this was actually useful, I still wasn’t sure.

Perhaps because it was a path that even the Heavenly Demon had not walked, it was difficult to get proper advice.

At least there was Sword Matstar, but I was holding back because I didn’t want to be a nuisance.

’Since I said it feels like detaching and reattaching my arm every time I use the Unity of Self and Object...’

If I can’t even handle my left hand properly right now, how could I possibly handle a new arm?

Calling it "detachable" is easy, but in a broader sense, it’s on the level of creating a new nervous system.

I didn’t know if I could reach that point, but I had no choice but to try.

Since there was nothing I couldn’t achieve through effort so far. The important thing was to just try.

"But why am I so dizzy?"

[It is normal, so keep striving.]

The problem was that beyond being difficult, it was accompanied by dizziness.

Since I was practically using both sides of my brain, the mental fatigue was no joke.

Cain could shrug it off since he was an AI, but I was strictly human.

[You?]

"Biologically speaking, yes."

[I am starting to perceive you as something other than human.]

"Come to think of it, when was the last time I managed my dead skin..."

It really felt like the day I would use him as a sole scraper was not far off.

Anyway, this training consumed more mental energy than it seemed, making it hard to do consistently.

At least writing with my left hand was the most manageable part.

’Do all masters use their right and left hands freely?’

Curious, I immediately accessed the Gallery.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Cain’s advice, but I was curious if this training actually yielded results.

Title) Question about right hand and left hand

Wild Grylls

(Cute photo of Wonmo)

(Photo of Wonmo with Maengkkongi on his head)

Because of the Unity of Self and Object, I’m training by drawing circles with my right hand and triangles with my left hand.

I’m even writing in my diary with my left hand every night, is this a useful training method?

It’s because every time I use the Unity of Self and Object, it feels like detaching and reattaching my arm.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) This lady does not prefer it. Most martial arts progress with a designated dominant hand. If you are not careful, even your footwork might get tangled.

ㄴSword Matstar) I don’t know about others, but I think it would be fine for Grylls-nim? However, I think it’s best not to obsess over it.

ㄴThen what about people who use dual swords?

ㄴHeavenly Demon) Foolish creatures.

ㄴSword Matstar) Dumbasses.

ㄴHey, that’s a bit too harsh;;

ㄴDo you happen to use dual swords?

ㄴBut it looks cool.

ㄴIt is indeed a dumbass move, so throw it away immediately.

ㄴT_T

ㄴSuspiciously...) They say you’d even bring a left-handed fireballer from hell.

ㄴSeriously, you’d even bring your parents’ killer if they were one, yeah.

ㄴPrincess Chaenggu) Excuse me, but is it that important? What would it be like in football terms?

ㄴOn the level of a left-footed center-back.

ㄴPrincess Chaenggu) Aha! I understood immediately!

Both the Heavenly Demon and Sword Matstar offered similar opinions.

Their answer was basically: "It’s good if you can do it, but is it really necessary?" First of all, the biggest reason was the footwork.

Martial arts are not just about using the hands; the feet are also crucial.

To put it in extreme terms, assume a right-handed fighter puts their right foot forward. They’ll trip up immediately.

The Heavenly Demon and Sword Matstar were worried about this very point. If one wasn’t careful, even the footwork, which is the absolute foundation of foundations, could get heavily tangled.

’So it’s nothing more than an auxiliary role?’

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Furthermore, Sword Matstar even brought up a pretty important point.

ㄴSword Matstar) You are not dealing with a left-hander; you are dealing with a person. Keep this in mind.

One couldn’t give such advice without a wealth of experience. I immediately took it to heart.

In any case, the point was simple. Being able to use both hands freely was definitely a good thing.

However, since it could end up ruining the hand you already use well, there was no need to obsess over it.

’It would be easier to just think of it as another left hand.’

The sensations of the right and left hands are different. I wanted their sensations to at least become similar to each other.

Because then, I could resolve the so-called ’sense of foreignness.’

Thanks to the advice not to obsess over it, I felt much more at ease than before. Just as I was about to send my thanks to the regular posters...

ㄴHeavenly Demon) Are you trying to disrupt the path that you have polished so diligently? How can you be so ignorant of the fact that one must dig only one well?

ㄴSword Matstar) Try feeling the Unity of Self and Object that Grylls-nim has mastered before you speak. And in real combat, one must assume the worst-case scenario. Wouldn’t it be better to prepare for when a hand is ruined?

ㄴHeavenly Demon) How deplorable. What matters is whether that worst-case scenario comes easily or with difficulty.

ㄴSword Matstar) Are you really a martial artist? Have you ever even fought?

ㄴHeavenly Demon) At a single gesture from this lady, everyone fell like autumn leaves.

ㄴSword Matstar) There you go, bluffing again. Why don’t you go realize the Unity of Self and Object first?

ㄴWhy are these guys fighting again?

ㄴOrange Badge. The Blue Badges are fighting.

ㄴAren’t they going to end up doing a Real-Life PK at this rate? Hahaha

ㄴIn reality, there are tons of martial artists who ended up doing a Real-Life PK after arguing over martial arts, hahaha

They were fighting again. They were surprisingly similar, yet they clashed quite often.

Since both of them had their own firm egos, neither backed down even an inch.

ㄴDon’t Abandon the Hero) Blue Badges, please don’t fight! Hold hands and make up!

ㄴLook. She’s telling them to kiss and make up.

ㄴShe didn’t say to kiss, though?

ㄴWould it kill them to just kiss?

ㄴHahahahaha

Fortunately, the Orange Badge intervened at the perfect moment.

Even if they were Blue Badges, the authority of the Orange Badge was terrifying. In the end, the two of them backed down obediently.

Of course.

ㄴSword Matstar) Like I said earlier, go realize the Unity of Self and Object first.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) Indeed. This lady has a low realm and has not realized the Unity of Self and Object, but since you are so stubborn, it must be why you don’t have a man.

ㄴSword Matstar) Fuck, why are you bringing that up? Have you ever dated anyone?

ㄴHeavenly Demon) It is better than having people constantly begging to marry me day in and day out.

ㄴHeavenly Demon won.

ㄴYeah, anyone can see Heavenly Demon won.

It concluded with the Heavenly Demon winning in a strange direction.

I worried that the two of them might end up fighting in private messages.

If they were just regular posters, it might be different, but since both of them were Blue Badges, private messaging was possible.

’Well... I’ll just do what I can for now.’

I planned to accept the advice of both the Heavenly Demon and Sword Matstar.

To train my senses so that the path I had polished with so much effort wouldn’t be disrupted.

I even used my left hand instead of my right when doing blacksmith work.

Kkaang!

"Ouch."

I did end up hitting my finger with the hammer, but it was fine. My body was naturally tough.

Even if I got hurt, I recovered immediately, so I could act as if nothing had happened.

And so, another uneventful day passed, and the next morning dawned.

Today was the day to dispose of the waste accumulated in the toilet. Holding my breath against the stench, I headed up to the riverbank.

Buseureok—

"Hmm?"

On my way up to the riverbank, I heard the sound of bushes rustling.

When I turned my head in that direction, the bushes were perfectly still, as if it had been an illusion.

’What was that?’

But things like this are never an illusion. This was something I realized while living here.

Did I see wrong? Did I hear wrong? Did I smell wrong? And so on. You must never doubt your own senses.

So, after disposing of what I needed to dispose of, I immediately checked the bushes.

Hudadak!

It was just as I expected. As soon as I parted the bushes and went in, something fled quickly.

It was moving so fast that it was difficult to identify who it was. Not that I had any intention of chasing them, anyway.

However, the bastard made a mistake. He left trash right where he had been standing.

"...A banana?"

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The only ones who ate bananas were the gorilla pack. Finding such a thing here meant only one thing.

’Did they come to scout our Shelter?’

That they had come to scout our Shelter. Although it was slightly puzzling, I could let it slide.

Hadn’t I met Gu-chil at the Kangaroo Arena recently? And hadn’t Gu-chil been beaten to a pulp?

There was a possibility that they felt our strength was unusual and came to scout.

To be honest, I didn’t like the fact that Gu-chil was alive.

Even though it was in the past, I had personally handed over bribes to lodge a protest.

But the gorilla had openly ignored it. I had plenty to say about that too.

Hwik—

I threw the banana peel into the river and returned to the Shelter.

Up until then, I thought they would just scout and leave without any trouble.

"No, seriously. If these bastards are going to clean up, they should do it properly."

But they had littered the Shelter with banana peels. Beyond being absurd, it made me angry.

This was clearly a territorial intrusion and a provocative act. In fact, even just the territorial intrusion alone was a major issue.

But to leave trash behind as well, I wondered what the hell they were thinking.

’Since Lackey isn’t here either, it’s awkward to even go to the Hobgoblins.’

If Lackey had been here, I would have talked to the Hobgoblins.

Asking them what happened to the delegation (?) they sent last time.

But now, because Lackey wasn’t here, communication was impossible.

’There really are so many inconveniences without Lackey.’

Being able to communicate is the greatest advantage of the Hobgoblins.

But since there was no actual translator, it was inconvenient in more ways than one.

One might ask if it’s fine since Cain is here, but the situation required Cain to be left behind at the Shelter.

’Since they’ve provoked us, they might be asking for a fight at any moment.’

I couldn’t just leave Bbareumbo and Ludwig all by themselves. The gorilla pack might take advantage of that to launch an ambush.

The boss gorilla would mark Bbareumbo, and Gu-chil would take on Ludwig.

Of course, Gu-chil’s strength was not enough to defeat Ludwig. The problem was Wonmo.

Bbareumbo or Ludwig might have their hands tied trying to protect Wonmo.

’It would be best to catch one of them first.’

I decided to set a trap. First of all, there was a high probability that they had the dinosaur hide.

Since I had obtained information that a Hobgoblin was captured while scouting earlier.

Since there was a high chance they had plundered it, I planned to keep a close eye on them.

"Ludwig ahjussi. Do you happen to know how to dig a trap?"

"I do know of some classical methods, but..."

"Please set those up."

I had laid out security orbs all over the place. However, the gorillas traveled by swinging through the trees.

Therefore, setting traps in the trees would be a much better method.

Chwaak!

"Uaaak! Uaak!"

That prediction was proven right before long. A certain tree shook violently, and a cry was heard.

As soon as I heard the cry, I ran straight there. Just as predicted, a gorilla was hanging upside down.

Unfortunately, there was no dinosaur hide. Instead, there was only the sound of someone fleeing.

Above all...

"You bastard. I was getting bored, and you fell right into my hands."

He was holding onto a banana until the very end. I had caught the litterbug.

I glared fiercely at the gorilla, then brought over a wooden stick. I had made it out of boredom.

And...

Peo-eok! Peok! Peok!

"Kkuak! Kku-eo-eok! U-eok!"

I beat him like a dog on a hot summer day. I combined the crime of trespassing with the crime of littering.

Was the problem that my strength was simply too great?

"..."

"Huh? Uh? Hey, hey! Breathe! Breathe!"

Even though I had held back my strength a bit, it seemed to have been a critical blow to the gorilla.

I hadn’t even hit his head, but the gorilla went completely limp, perhaps because it hurt too much.

Staring at him half-dumbfounded and half-flustered, I muttered,

"Did he seriously die?"

"..."

No response. He seemed to be a corpse.

After some contemplation, I issued a final warning.

"Hey. At least pretend to be alive."

[Honestly, every time I see you, you make such trashy remarks in the most creative ways. How on earth do you come up with such thoughts?]

I even received a compliment that wasn’t quite a compliment from a faithful believer of Aris.