I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 525

Wiheuk—no, Dolsoe, who had now received a new name.

He did not consider the current situation unreasonable or unfair.

He had simply been defeated by Grylls and was merely paying the due price for it.

This was the wild, and the way of the gorilla tribe. He could humbly accept it.

"Alright. Look over here. That’s it."

"...."

"The photo turned out great. Is it because the martial arts uniform suits you so well?"

Even so, that didn’t mean he could understand every single action. Case in point right now.

He was suddenly told to stand in one spot, whereupon Grylls began making strange gestures.

And after that, he even chuckled while staring into thin air. To Wiheuk—no, Dolsoe—it appeared profoundly bizarre.

’I must get used to this as well.’

Unbothered by Grylls’s eccentric actions, Dolsoe silently went about his work.

According to Grylls, the moment his period as a prisoner ended, he would be sent back to the tribe immediately.

Currently, Dolsoe’s grandson was leading the gorilla tribe, but his capabilities were still lacking.

Because his son suffered from a handicapped arm, he could not become leader. Ultimately, the gorilla tribe would remain in a vulnerable state for a while.

Fortunately, hearing that the hobgoblins would provide surveillance and protection brought peace of mind. Grylls had even factored this in.

’What a strange human.’

The only humans Dolsoe had met in his life were Wi Ho-chang and Gu-chil.

Yet even compared to those two, he could decisively declare that Grylls was a truly strange human.

Unlike the previous two, he had defeated him using nothing but bizarre External Arts and internal energy as vast as the sea.

Long ago, Wi Ho-chang had mentioned that no matter how much internal energy someone possessed, without technique, they could be easily defeated.

What kind of reaction would Wi Ho-chang have shown if he saw Grylls? He suddenly grew curious, but moved past it.

In any case, Wi Ho-chang had long since achieved Ascension to Immortality, and what mattered was the present.

"By the way, Master. How should my brother address Master?"

"Good point. Dolsoe, how do you want to address me?"

He was still not accustomed to the name Dolsoe, but he would adapt to it over time.

Hearing Grylls’s question, Dolsoe fell into thought. He was not yet comfortable with his language.

Though improving bit by bit, he was scheduled to receive intensive tutoring from his younger brother soon.

"Whatever... I want?"

"Yeah. Whether you call me Master, Dage, or whatever, anything is fine."

"I shall call you Master, just like my brother."

It seemed unnecessary to headache over picking a separate title.

Grylls nodded as if his title didn’t matter to him either. Now it was time to get down to business.

Grylls and the crew were considering exploration—namely, their journey toward the World Tree. Having handled the gorilla tribe, it was time to depart again.

On the flip side, Dolsoe received Korean lessons from Lackey. Surprisingly, it shared some commonalities with the Zhongyuan language, so it wasn’t overly difficult.

"Alright. Repeat after me. I am an idiot."

"I am an idiot."

"That is a greeting from Master’s hometown. Keep it in mind."

"...."

Dolsoe stared blankly at Lackey. Though they had been separated for a long time, brothers were brothers.

Through his expression, he could clearly discern whether it was a joke or sincere.

Seeing his philtrum twitching even now, it was highly likely a prank. At this, Dolsoe spoke up.

"Understood. You are an idiot."

"Hm? The subject is wrong. It is not ’You are’, but ’I am’."

"I know."

"...Quick on the uptake for no reason, aren’t you?"

Lackey grumbled as he taught him properly. As expected, far from a greeting, he had tried to make a fool out of a fellow gorilla.

Wiheuk—no, Dolsoe—wanted to give him a nice flick on the forehead, but Lackey held a higher rank here.

What choice did he have but to silently endure even when subjected to unfairness?

"Brother will grow strong living here too. We eat lots of good stuff for the body."

"How strong have you gotten?"

It was while listening to the lifestyle from his younger brother that quite an important topic came up.

Though Dolsoe had accepted everything, there was one part he couldn’t make sense of.

Namely, Grylls’s martial prowess, which had grown by night and day.

During their first encounter, he clearly possessed unimpressive strength, but now it was the complete opposite.

Even Dolsoe himself, who had received martial arts from Wi Ho-chang and commanded the tribe, was helplessly defeated.

He had speculated it might be the Heavenly Martial Body, but he was curious about the detailed growth process.

"First off, my vision improved."

"Ah. Now that you mention it..."

At the answer that his vision had improved, Dolsoe realized it belatedly.

Originally, his younger brother, Lackey, had terrible eyesight and was ostracized by the tribe.

White fur alone could be overlooked, but his poor eyesight—making it hard to even pick bananas—was a major problem.

In the end, as soon as Wi Ho-chang achieved Ascension to Immortality, he was banished from the tribe. In his heart, Dolsoe had wanted to protect him.

’But because my son lost one arm...’

He had no choice but to expel his brother to protect his son. As that memory surfaced, he felt guilty.

Meanwhile, unaware of Dolsoe’s feelings—or perhaps pretending not to know—Lackey spoke up.

"My eyesight got better, and my strength increased too. I traveled here and there with Master and ate a lot of things."

"It must have been dangerous."

"Naturally it was dangerous. There were many times I nearly died."

Lackey slowly shared the tales of his adventures with Dolsoe.

Lackey was quite an engaging storyteller, and the tales themselves were so eventful that they commanded attention.

The Dullahan, Mimic, Flesh Golem, Flesh Colossus, and finally the Colossus, and so on.

Breaking through or overcoming them somehow—they were jaw-dropping stories.This chapter was copied from novel‌ping.com without permission.

For Dolsoe, who rarely ventured outside his territory, it was quite stimulating content.

At the same time, he realized the secret behind Grylls’s steep growth rate.

"...Isn’t that usually a suicidal act?"

"It is Master’s hobby."

A hobby that was borderline suicidal adventures.

Dolsoe found it absurd, but soon came to accept it. The reason was simple.

Just look at the companions living alongside Grylls right now. Every single one of them was far from normal.

An Owlbear cub that, once grown, even Dolsoe would find troublesome.

A dragon cub that was worthy of being called the ruler of the forest beyond mere territories.

A stone statue that seemed unimpressive normally, only to transform into iron armor at a moment’s notice.

A human who demonstrated extraordinary skill despite his impaired leg.

Even a survivor of the sloths that once competed with the gorilla tribe for regional supremacy.

’The lizard missing its hind legs... that lizard wasn’t ordinary either.’

The lizard that licked Grylls’s cheek every time gave off an unusual aura as well.

Raising such creatures together in one place was completely beyond Dolsoe’s comprehension.

In this forest, compassion held no meaning. Even if it was a cub, if it posed a future threat, killing it was the rule.

’On top of that, even the mother dragon was friendly toward him.’

What if the dragon had intervened in the middle of their fight? Just imagining it was horrifying.

Even if Wi Ho-chang were alive, he likely would have struggled to defeat that dragon.

"I have more things I’m curious about."

"Speak."

"What is the toad sitting on top of the Owlbear’s head?"

"It is a pet kept by the Owlbear."

"Hmm."

Step by step, Dolsoe learned the rules of the Shelter. As far as rules went, they weren’t as strict as those of the gorilla tribe.

The only strict part was perhaps not wasting food recklessly.

Since that applied in his tribe as well, he accepted it entirely.

"What was... that thing? Candied sweet potatoes?"

"Have you eaten it before?"

"I have. It was incredibly delicious."

But there was just one thing. He couldn’t easily give up on candied sweet potatoes.

Unlike bananas, which had harvest limits, sweet potatoes were plentiful.

A taste unforgettable whether eaten during meals or as dessert.

"Master told us not to eat that often."

"Why?"

"He complained that it makes you gain weight."

Dolsoe tilted his head. The concept of gaining weight was foreign to him as a gorilla.

Gorillas had far more muscle than humans. Moreover, having more muscle meant a higher rate of energy consumption.

While humans excelled at storing energy, gorillas did not. Thus, the concept of getting fat was lacking.

"I think it’s because he’s stingy."

"As expected of my brother. My thoughts exactly."

The two gorillas had finally seen eye to eye for once.

However, as the conversation dragged on, Dolsoe was overcome by a strange sense of guilt.

And understandable too, considering he had banished such a bright guy from the tribe.

Although it was an inevitable choice at the time, wouldn’t he feel betrayed as a brother?

"...Brother."

"Speak."

"Do you dislike me?"

So he asked directly. Asking if he resented him.

It was Lackey, who had suffered hardship after hardship after being ousted from the tribe. It would be stranger if he had no resentment.

Lackey stared quietly at the walking-on-eggshells Dolsoe, then smirked softly.

"That is in the past now. Nothing is more foolish than living in the past."

"...Words to take to heart."

"I realized it while living here. Isn’t the candied sweet potato right in front of Brother more important right now?"

"Just what on earth did you learn?"

As they unburdened their true feelings like this, the sun had fully set before they knew it.

As soon as night fell, Dolsoe guarded the surroundings out of habit. Night was always a time teeming with danger.

Usually, night watch was stood by those lower in rank. Therefore, Dolsoe naturally believed he should stand guard.

"Huh? What are you doing up instead of sleeping?"

That was when Grylls spotted him while he was standing guard stoically in the yard.

Just as Dolsoe was about to speak, Grylls nagged him with a voice dripping with suspicion.

"You’re not secretly trying to sneak candied sweet potatoes, are you?"

"...No."

Feeling slightly guilty, he quickly denied and explained.

Unlike the first day, he was now subordinate to this Shelter.

Meaning it was only natural for him, holding the lowest rank, to stand night watch.

Hearing this, Grylls pulled a weird expression and scratched his head.

"Looks like Lackey forgot to tell you. You don’t need to stand night watch."

"I don’t? Why?"

"I mean, because I’ve set up security measures all over the place? And see that over there?"

As Grylls pointed somewhere, Dolsoe’s head turned.

Over there, a strange stick was stuck into the ground. A stick emanating a weird sensation.

"It’s called a jammer. Unless someone knows our location like you do, finding this place is tough."Get faster updates on novelping . com.

"How does it work?"

"Beats me. I got it through a trade."

A trade. Speaking of which, there was a point he was curious about.

Several items visible in this Shelter were things that could never be obtained in the forest.

Of course, he might have acquired them during continuous adventures. But they were far too diverse.

"Where did you get things like this?"

"On the Gallery. Ever heard of it?"

"Hmm..."

He had vaguely heard of it before. Back when Wi Ho-chang mentioned the outside of the forest.

Talking about what kind of person he was outside, how he received countless praises on the Gallery, and so forth.

At the time, he thought, ’Here he goes again. Just eat a banana,’ but hearing it now made him curious.

"I have only heard of it. What is it like?"

"You can basically think of it as the sole means of communicating with the outside of the forest. And it’s a artifact only I can use."

Shuuuuk—

Saying so, Grylls summoned a chair right in front of Dolsoe’s eyes.

Since it materialized out of thin air all of a sudden, Dolsoe’s eyes widened like saucers.

Like a monkey seeing magic for the first time, he had no choice but to display an intense reaction.

"W-What is this?! How did you do that!"

"Didn’t I show you yesterday... Ah, yesterday I barely had a reason to use the Gallery."

Grylls gave a rough explanation of the Gallery.

Even if explained at length, it was an artifact hard to grasp without experiencing it firsthand.

Nonetheless, it was sufficient for Dolsoe’s comprehension. At this, he asked in a cautious voice.

"Then food from the outside as well...?"

"Probably possible? Is there something you wanna eat?"

"There is."

"What is it?"

There was a dish Wi Ho-chang had mentioned. A dish he said he wanted to eat again once he got outside.

Dolsoe translated the Zhongyuan words into Korean in his head, then opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Dongpo pork."

"Dongpo pork? Ah, that’s tasty too. If you work hard from now on, I’ll try asking for it."

"Can I ask for one more thing besides that?"

"What is it?"

It wasn’t just Dongpo pork. There was another food Wi Ho-chang had uttered.

"Stinky tofu."

"...What? Stinky tofu?"

"Master Wi said it was quite palatable."

"...I’ll think about that one."

Grylls answered that while other things were fine, stinky tofu would be tough.

Dolsoe didn’t feel disappointed either. Ultimately, the choice belonged to Grylls.

"Anyway, come inside for now. Normally I’d tell you to go to the guest room, but for now you’re alone."

"Is that alright?"

"It’s gradually getting colder out. Sleep outside and your mouth’ll freeze crooked."

Dolsoe nodded. Indeed, the weather was slowly turning chilly.

Especially whenever that pure white trash fell from the sky, what a nightmare it was to endure.

At this, he timidly read the room before stepping into the house. Stepping inside, he encountered a familiar presence.

"...."

It was Bbareumbo. Bbareumbo stared at Dolsoe, then turned his head away again.

Right in front of him sat a blazingly burning fireplace. And it wasn’t just Bbareumbo there.

Maengkkongi was sitting comfortably on a chair Grylls had personally crafted for him.

"If you’re gonna sleep, sleep over there. We have extra blankets."

"Understood."

"Ah, right. Almost forgot. Dolsoe."

"Hmm?"

At Grylls’s call, Dolsoe looked at him.

Meanwhile, Grylls assumed a serious expression and asked in a voice full of suspicion.

"...By any chance, how long has it been since you washed?"

"...?"

"No, before that, those clothes you’re wearing. Did you even wash them?"

"I do not understand what you mean."

Hearing this, Lackey said:

"Brother. Dirty. Go outside and wash up quickly."

"...."

"At least animals ought to stay washed."

To Dolsoe, who had lived in true "wildness," it was nothing short of culture shock.

"We just slept yesterday."

"That was because we were tired then. Anyway, Lackey, hurry up and take your brother to wash up."

"What a pain..."

"Wanna cook tomorrow’s meals yourself?"

Lackey grumbled as he led Dolsoe outside.

There was still a long way to go before adapting.