I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 526

Dolsoe adapted quickly to our shelter, but there were parts that weren’t easy.

The most difficult among them was his attempt to maintain his wild habits while living with us.

Even if he had heard about life in the civilized world from Wi Ho-chang, he wouldn’t have taken it at face value.

Besides, Wi Ho-chang himself had become wilder and wilder; he certainly hadn’t lived like a civilized man.

Gu-chil was similar. Unable to wash, hadn’t he been living in a filthy, grimy state?

If not for the Gallery’s help, I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy such luxuries either.

"From now on, wash once every evening. And don’t just wear one outfit."

"It is Master’s heirloom. I can never take it off."

But this guy. Proving he was Lackey’s brother, he was stubbornly persistent.

He accepted everything else, but he dug in his heels over the strangest things.

Washing every day was fine, but he insisted he would never take off Wi Ho-chang’s keepsake—his martial arts uniform.

It was frustrating because it was essentially a futile act, but this was something I could crush using rank hierarchy.

Still, since he grumbled so much, I promised to wash it thoroughly and give it back to him.

’But isn’t this way too worn out? The moment I wash it, it looks like it’ll tear to pieces.’

The problem was that Wi Ho-chang’s uniform was old—far too old.

If I applied even a bit of force, it felt like it would rip like paper. Miraculous that he had been wearing this around.

Wondering what to do about this, I decided to ask Passing Dwarf for help.

Even though it was clothes that practically belonged in the trash, with the dwarf’s skills—or more accurately, his friend’s—wouldn’t it be possible to revive it?

[Passing Dwarf: People would swear even if you put that into a clothing donation box;;]

[Wild Grylls: Is there no way?]

[Passing Dwarf: I don’t really understand why you’re trying so hard to fix that, but I’ll give it a try for now. At least the original structure is relatively intact.]

He swore that even a donation box wouldn’t accept it, but said he’d manage to fix it somehow.

I persuaded Dolsoe, who was grumbling now that he was bare-skinned. I had already explained the Gallery to him.

Perhaps because I used wondrous abilities, he seemed to accept it.

"Should I give you this at least?"

"...."

Feeling a bit bad, I offered him a sports uniform. Surprisingly, he showed interest.

However, as soon as he put it on, he took it off. It seemed he disliked the unique stuffiness of the uniform.

Well, he was a gorilla anyway, so it wasn’t a big problem. What mattered more was adapting well to life at the shelter.

Title) Recruited a Chaeyu Gorilla

Wild Grylls

(Photo of Dolsoe wearing a Chaeyu uniform)

Announcing that as of today, Dolsoe has also been recruited into Chaemes United.

ㄴ Heavenly Demon) His face is full of discontent.

ㄴ Sword Matstar) Right? You can totally tell he hates wearing it, can’t you?

ㄴ Wow, gorillas can make expressions like that too

ㄴ Look at Lackey. That guy isn’t a gorilla, he’s human

ㄴ Princess Chaenggu) Mm! Very wonderful! With this, Chaeyu’s strength has grown even greater!

ㄴ King Reor) LOL it literally looks like a merchant guild leader forced him to wear it kekeke

ㄴ Princess Chaenggu) If it were a Reor uniform, he would have ripped it up immediately keke

ㄴ King Reor) Isn’t it your heart getting ripped apart? keke

Still, I couldn’t resist proofposting. As soon as I uploaded the post, amusing reactions popped up one after another.

As I giggled at this, Dolsoe’s expression grew even stranger. Knowing about the Gallery’s existence, he must have caught on to the general idea.

Anyway, now that the outfit situation was mostly sorted out, what remained was shelter life. In truth, there wasn’t much to it.

Since I handled most of the chores and the others merely assisted me.

Therefore, the labor suited for Dolsoe ended at logging or farming. There was truly almost nothing to do.

Is that why? While we did our work, Dolsoe just stood still, fidgeting awkwardly.

It felt just like a clueless recruit hesitating on his first day at a new station.

"Lackey. Take your brother and give him something to do. Nothing weird."

"Understood."

Part of me wanted to directly order him to do this and that, but it felt awkward.

No, to be precise, it was a hassle. Giving tasks like this to lower-ranking companions was the best way.

Thus, Private First Class Lackey started showing Private Dolsoe around and explaining things.

Since the explanations didn’t amount to much anyway, he would adapt before long.

’Is winter coming soon?’

I raised my head and looked up at the sky. A sky where fluffy clouds blossomed.

I heard that while I was passed out, a swarm of insects broke out and the Sky Whale appeared.

A few days had passed since then, reaching autumn. In a few days, it would be winter again.

During winter, while thoroughly reviewing future plans, I could simultaneously help Dolsoe finish adapting.

As long as he wore the Mana Suppressor, Dolsoe’s role was nothing more and nothing less than a porter. This alone was enough.

Since Lackey had been playing the porter up until now, it was about time to hand it over.

"Shit here. And I’m telling you in advance, don’t throw shit."

"Understood."

"Ah. And this is insect repellent. If you apply this, bugs won’t swarm you."

"Oh."

Dolsoe followed closely behind Lackey, learning the rules of the shelter.This chapter is updated first at novelping(.)com.

I snickered at the sight of the pitch-black guy and the snow-white guy sticking together.

"Ah. And I’ll show you something really awesome."

Having said that, as if remembering something, Lackey headed toward the forge.

He soon brought back the Mythricon Gauntlets and even slipped them onto his hands.

Dolsoe tilted his head in confusion at the sight, but a moment later, Lackey performed magic.

Fwooosh!

Lackey raised a small flame above his palm. Before long, the flame took the shape of a ball.

At this novel spectacle comparable to the Gallery, Dolsoe’s eyes widened. He looked back and forth between Lackey and the fireball.

Naturally, Lackey grew triumphant at such a satisfying reaction.

"Brother, can you use the Gallery too?"

"No. This is something called magic."

"Magic? Ah. Do you mean the trick Master mentioned?"

"Correct. I can perform that trick."

"Ooooh...."

At Dolsoe’s admiration, Lackey’s shoulders puffed up even higher. He surely hadn’t learned magic just for that.

Magic aside, what caught Dolsoe’s eyes were the Mythricon Gauntlets. He asked in a cautious voice:

"Could I try putting those on too?"

"For free?"

"...."

They say a person’s true nature comes out once they gain power. Animals were no different.

Lackey, who had originally been at the bottom of the hierarchy. Now that he had a subordinate, he bossed him around relentlessly.

The funny thing was that the process of bossing him around was incredibly natural. Even Dolsoe stepped up willingly.

"What do you want? If you want candied sweet potatoes, I can ask for some."

"Ahem. Ahem. Something more important than that."

"Important?"

"By any chance... do you know the female I gave a banana to yesterday?"

It was an unexpected request. Looking at him, he must have fallen hard yesterday.

Besides, seeing the female gorilla’s reaction yesterday, she hadn’t particularly rejected him either.

To some extent, it could be seen as a green light. Whatever else happened, I had no intention of meddling in Lackey’s love life.

’Come to think of it, what happens if Lackey starts a family?’

If he started a family, it might be difficult to go exploring like we do now.

A househead’s duty is to keep the peace of the household. Completely opposite to exploration.

If Lackey really started a family, I was willing to let him go gladly.

If he could actually start one.

"Mmm...."

"...."

"Umm...."

At Lackey’s request, Dolsoe’s reaction was ominous. It was as if he was hesitating slightly.

Lackey was quick-witted, so he realized what it meant. Rather than flying into a rage, he brought up a question first.

"What is it? I think I’m fairly handsome."

"Pfft!"

Hearing him boldly call himself handsome, a laugh leaked out of me involuntarily. Lackey glaring sharply at me was an added bonus.

Most animals in the Forest of the Four Seasons possessed high intelligence, clearly recognizing themselves in mirrors.

Therefore, they could judge what their own ’appearance’ was like. Furthermore, the gorilla pack was right on the verge of entering the civilization stage.

There was a high chance they understood the boundary between beauty and ugliness. That was probably why Lackey said such a thing.

[There is a rumor that if you tease an orc for being ugly, they get furious.]

"That’s not a rumor, it’s the truth. Orcs have gotten smart lately, so they understand speech."

[Is that so? For a myth to be true. How fascinating.]

Even while Cain and Ludwig chatted back and forth, Dolsoe kept walking on eggshells.

He looked troubled over whether he should say it or not. Frustrated by this, Lackey asked:

"Why are you treading so carefully? Is it because I am higher in rank?"

"It is."

"Then speak not as a superior, but as a brother."

Not as a superior, but as a brother. At those words, Dolsoe’s expression grew more comfortable than before.

He then examined Lackey thoroughly before speaking in a serious tone.

"Do not be hurt."

"It is fine. Even if I am ugly...."

"It is not that you are ugly. You just look like you are sick."

"...."

An uncomfortable truth was revealed. Indeed, wasn’t the reason Lackey was exiled in the first place because of his fur?

Even without that, Lackey’s fur color was uniquely eye-catching among gorillas.

Not to mention his original poor eyesight; anyone who didn’t know better would easily mistake him for being sick.Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping dot com.

’Come to think of it, didn’t they say the Demon Race went through a similar process at first?’

The Demon Race possessed the most alien characteristics among humanoid races.

Blue skin, black pupils. Horns growing from their heads, and so on.

Looking at just these, it wouldn’t be wrong to say they looked diseased or cursed.

However, as time passed, scientific truth gradually came to light, and their unique beauty came to be acclaimed instead.

As for me, well, they were a race typical of fantasy, so I was able to accept them without any prejudice.

Now, whenever a photo of a pretty demon was posted on the Gallery, I would grin like an idiot.

"If you just show an image of good health, there will be no problem."

"...I think it will take a long time."

"Cheer up. As your brother, I will help you both materially and spiritually."

Lackey didn’t give up, and Dolsoe leaned toward helping him out.

Besides, the reaction of the gorilla who received the banana from Lackey yesterday hadn’t been bad either.

If he courted her consistently, wouldn’t he see the light of day eventually? I cheered for him internally.

"Then how did you win a mate, Brother?"

"I stayed still, and they came to me on their own."

"Get down."

"???"

There never was such a farce. Dolsoe wore a bewildered expression, but obediently got down.

In fact, Dolsoe had been the leader of the pack—that is, the Alpha—so it was a natural situation for him.

Lackey couldn’t possibly not know this. That was just pure hazing.

"Lackey. If your face is ugly, your heart should at least be pretty."

"Master, who doesn’t even get to see a female, should shut up."

"Why, you little...."

Right in the sore spot. I was about to say I could see them in the Gallery, but swallowed it down.

Saying that would only make me look pathetic. But Cain wasn’t one to miss an opportunity like this.

[Have you perhaps never even held a woman’s hand?]

Cain snickered and teased me. It was a clear-cut fact, so I had nothing to say.

At least in the memories I had gained so far. Woman’s hand my ass; it was just crawling with men.

"Be quiet. Do you think I’m doing this because I want to?"

[I only say it because I feel sorry for you. Still, once you step outside, there will surely be plenty of women after you. That I can guarantee.]

"Forget it. I’m in a position where I have to worry about getting out first."

[Still, isn’t it worth imagining at least once? What kind of woman you’ll spend the rest of your life with once you get out.]

"...."

It wasn’t that I hadn’t thought about it. I had merely buried it.

Also, lingering remnants of the dream remained faintly.

Me, suffering from PTSD due to war, making a scene every night.

Thinking no woman could stay by my side watching that, I had given up on finding a mate.

Is that why? I subtly asked Ludwig, who had been a soldier.

"...Ludwig ahjussi?"

"Hmm?"

"You said you were married too, right, ahjussi?"

Ludwig nodded. The expression of ’why are you asking that’ was an added bonus.

I scratched my cheek and posed a question based on the emotions I felt in my dream.

Naturally, I didn’t talk about the dream. There was no need to bring it up anyway.

"Since you were a soldier who saw real combat, ahjussi, I imagine you must have had nightmares every night...."

"There were times when I couldn’t sleep without alcohol."

"Did your wife not say anything back then?"

"My wife told me. A wife’s embrace is her husband’s cradle."

"...."

Ugh. How could he say such cheesy words so casually?

Ludwig was Ludwig, but his wife must have been quite tough in her own right.

That was why I couldn’t help but nod. Those words were actually true.

Men are extremely simple animals, bound to draw strength from even such small things.

"On one, respect! On two, express! Got it?"

"Understood."

"Your voice is quiet. Louder!"

"Stop messing around and go chop some firewood."

Why are these guys still doing this? I reprimanded Lackey.

Rather than wasting time on hazing, it was better to chop one more log.

And so, another completely uneventful day passed. It was a peaceful time when nothing happened.

"Ah, come on! Go wash!"

"Washing is hard."

"You chop trees with your bare hands, and you’re whining over just that?!"

It seemed it would still take time for him to adapt, though.