I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 527

Except for cleanliness issues, Dolsoe’s adaptation proceeded very quickly.

As long as it wasn’t unfair hazing, he listened obediently to orders and had almost no complaints.

The part I liked most in particular was sparring. Unlike Lackey, who was a hodgepodge(?), Dolsoe was a warrior who steadfastly dug into a single martial art.

Since I fought by instinct, I didn’t place much meaning on sparring, but Ludwig was different.

Being the type who fought purely technique against technique, he conducted a spar at least once a day without exception.

"How is he?"

"Tremendous skill."

As expected, Ludwig praised the level of Dolsoe’s martial arts.

Because he wore a Mana Suppressor, he couldn’t use mana, but the same went for Ludwig.

Ludwig said that the moment he stepped outside, earning a ’title’ would be just a matter of time, or something along those lines.

What was even more surprising was that this was the Forest of the Four Seasons. There was a fact learned earlier through Starlight Lady’s experiment.

That animals living in the Forest of the Four Seasons became even stronger the moment they stepped outside.

In other words, there was a high possibility that Dolsoe, who was already strong, would become even stronger once he left.

"Here. Eat this."

"What is this?"

"Something good for your body."

Furthermore, the longer he stayed at our shelter, the more healthy things he got to eat.

Starting from Empty Sky Stone Milk, to mature mandrake steeped liquor, fish harboring inner cores, and so on.

For Dolsoe, who had grown up eating only bananas and leaves in his territory, these were innovative foods in many ways.

"What tastes best?"

"Candied sweet potatoes."

"...."

Even so, what he liked most was candied sweet potatoes.

I wondered if it was really that good, but seeing that children preferred it too, it seemed it really was delicious.

As for Ludwig and me, having lived in civilized realms, we had been able to eat sweet foods.

But candied sweet potatoes were a case of adding sweetness upon sweetness, so it must have been more stimulating.

"Telling you in advance, don’t go into that tree trying to gather honey. You’ll get stung by bees."

"Like that guy?"

Dolsoe asked, pointing somewhere. I turned my head in that direction.

When I turned around, Wonmo was carefully heading toward the World Tree.

I must have fed him, but it seemed he still wasn’t satisfied.

Bzzzzzzz!

"Kyuuuu! Kyuu!"

"Oh dear. Wonmo."

In the end, he got stung by bees. I hurriedly brought Wonmo over.

It seemed he tried to fatten himself up as winter approached, leading to this mess.

After healing the bee-stung Wonmo with an Elixir, I fed him the honey he wanted.

Wonmo ate well while tearing up. I really didn’t know how he could be so cute.

"Ah, right. How did you guys spend the winter?"

As winter slowly approached, I naturally wondered how the gorillas spent their time.

Since predators wouldn’t come during winter, it ought to be a relatively safe period.

However, the winter of the Forest of the Four Seasons boasted a lethal cold that was beyond fierce.

When I faced my first winter, if I had slipped up, I would have frozen to death.

’More than that, the entrance was completely blocked with snow, which almost caused a disaster.’

On the other hand, the gorilla pack had neither houses nor caves. I became curious about how they survived winter.

Especially since Lackey had spent winters without any major changes.

"We just endure."

"Just endure? What if you die while doing that?"

"It is natural for the weak to be weeded out."

"...."

I was left speechless by his mindset, which was thoroughly that of a wild animal.

Still, he said they didn’t just endure stupidly, but took their own measures of preparation.

Even those preparations were so hopelessly crude that I didn’t mention them further.

’At least knowing about the existence of fire is a consolation.’

After that, I chatted with Dolsoe. Staying only inside the shelter, there wasn’t much else to do.

Dolsoe’s stories were mostly related to Wi Ho-chang, which turned out to be quite interesting.

What kind of person Wi Ho-chang was, what kind of life he lived, and so forth.

What was even more surprising was his family, whom nobody knew about. Supposedly, he used to talk about his family a lot.

Wi Ho-chang, a villain who would leave his name in the history of the Central Plains, also had a family.

"So he even had children?"

"He said he did not know."

"He didn’t know?"

"He said he took all the pretty women. Since he was the pack leader, I brushed it off as natural."

"...."

He was just trash. That was a mindset fit for a villain.

Though his boisterous personality stood out, it couldn’t be denied that he was a darkness that had consumed the Central Plains.

But there was a fact even more interesting than that. Not his children, but his siblings.

"Ah. I heard he had a younger sister below him. He said unlike him, she was ordinary."

"Is that so?"

"And he said there was also someone pitiful and someone he felt sorry to."

"...?"

What on earth is a pitiful person he feels sorry to? I tilted my head.

Seeing my reaction, Dolsoe thought for a moment before expanding his explanation.

"His younger sister’s husband."

"...Isn’t that called a brother-in-law?"

"That is how I was taught."

Calling his brother-in-law a pitiful person he felt sorry to. Surprisingly, family relations seemed to have been good.

Well, even so, I had no intention of revealing this to the Gallery. They might be tied together through guilt by association for no reason.

After that, we wrapped up the talk about Wi Ho-chang appropriately and decided to slowly enter winter preparations.

Just yesterday it was warm, but today it had grown somewhat chilly. It meant winter would arrive soon.Read the latest chapters at NovelPing.

"Moo-oh."

"You’re here?"

As proof of that, the Spirit Deer arrived, holding a golden glowing fruit in its mouth.

The deer was familiar to us, but not to Dolsoe. As soon as Dolsoe saw the deer, he wore a dumbfounded expression.

An expression asking, ’Who on earth is this creature that it comes to the shelter so naturally?’

"It’s a guest who visits every winter. Say hello nicely."

"...A guest?"

"We stay warm every winter. See that building over there?"

Adapting would be hard, but he’d get there gradually. More importantly, I checked the fruit the deer brought.

This time it was neither a Golden Apple nor a Golden Carrot. It was a lemon glowing in golden color.

What effect could this have? Wouldn’t the sourness be ridiculously intense?

’Usually, I know you squeeze lemon juice to eat with meat.’

Since it was a golden lemon grown in the Forest of the Four Seasons, I was curious about its taste.

I carefully peeled the skin and popped a piece of lemon into my mouth.

Next, half in anticipation and half in worry, I burst the lemon with my teeth.

"...Bleh."

Sour. An overwhelming wave of sourness rushed in.

A sourness beyond making my face grimace—it completely crumpled my face. Saliva gushed out as if my salivary glands were broken.

What was even crazier was that the taste itself was superb. Perhaps because of that, I kept chewing without spitting it out.

"Master. Your face has folded inward."

[Now this is fascinating. How can a face actually fold inward like that?]

"Shouldn’t we save him?"

Just what did my face look like for them to say such things?

Even my sight went beyond blurry and turned pitch black. As if my face really had folded inward.

Fortunately, as time passed, my vision gradually recovered. Even so, the waterfall of saliva streaming from my mouth remained unchanged.

"Slurp. Don’t eat this raw, sluuurp. Suck."

"That seems for the best."

"Instead, slurp, Lackey, you try it."

"Why me?"

Because I’m curious. I want to see his face fold inward.

Besides, since I had peeled the lemon, we had to eat every piece.

"The others should eat some too."

"I am fine."

"Just slurp, eat it."

I handed pieces not only to Lackey, but also to Ludwig and Dolsoe.

They seemed to hesitate for a moment, then shut their eyes tight and ate the lemon.

And what happened? Truly astonishing reactions unfolded second by second.

"Kheu...."

"Eueoh...."

I thought it was a joke, but their faces really did fold inward.

Just what kind of effect did this lemon have to make everyone’s faces turn out like that?

Since it was given by the deer, it was bound to be beneficial rather than harm us.

[I wonder what it tastes like. Just how sour must it be to cause such a reaction?]

"Want to try some?"

[I do not have a mouth.]

"I’ll squeeze some lemon juice for you at least."

At first, it was just a joke. I grinned slyly and squeezed a drop of lemon juice onto the stone statue.

[Khaak!]

"?"

But what on earth was happening? The face area of the stone statue folded inward.

As if directly feeling the sourness, even the inanimate stone statue experienced an abnormal reaction.

With things like this, the true identity of this lemon became even more suspicious. I immediately looked at the deer.

"Moo-oh."

The deer merely stared with its signature expressionless face, as if saying it was good for the body.

Surely, if it was something bad, it wouldn’t have brought it over.

’First, let’s take a picture.’

I couldn’t just let this pass. I uploaded it to the Gallery immediately.

Although the Lemon Incident had broken out, wintering preparation wasn’t over.

As it was winter prep that we could be considered almost perfectly adapted to, it was fairly laid-back.

"Bbi-yung. Bbi-yung."

"Maengkkongi. I told you, you don’t need to work!"

"Bbi-yung."

Maengkkongi also prepared for winter, diligently carrying tree branches.

Even if this little guy moved branches 10 times, it fell far short of what the rest of the crew moved.

But as if he couldn’t just rest idly, Maengkkongi dragged tree branches along with heave-ho sounds.

"...."

Perhaps due to that influence, Dolsoe, at the bottom of the hierarchy, had no choice but to feel self-conscious.

It felt like a Private walking on eggshells because a Corporal in poor health was working.

Anyway, thanks to that, we were able to store most of the firewood needed to brave the winter.

Food was the same. We steadily gathered it in the food storage, so there was no shortage.

Title) Winter Preparation Complete

Wild Grylls

(Photo of food storage packed with food)

(Photo of firewood piled high)

(Photo of Maengkkongi hard at work carrying tree branches)

(Photo of Wonmo with extra fat and fur)

Winter will be here soon. So I gathered plenty.

Don’t know what I’ll do during winter, but for now I’m gonna rest.

Just as I posted it, I immediately turned off the Gallery. Because most of them would just be asking how I’m doing.

Thus, we perfectly prepared for the winter soon to arrive, and put on thick clothes.You are reading on novelping . com, the official source.

Although there would hardly be any reason to go outside, it was good to have cold-weather gear ready.

’Will the mole visit sometime soon too?’

A moment after holding such a thought.

’What is Gu-chil doing right about now?’

Suddenly, I became curious about the whereabouts of Gu-chil, who had vanished due to the experiment.

"Damn it. I can’t see a damn thing ahead...."

Meanwhile, Gu-chil, who had dropped into a strange place due to the effect of the experiment.

He was currently blundering through a fog where he couldn’t see an inch ahead.

It was infuriating enough that the dense fog blocked his vision entirely, but even the terrain was complex.

The moment he stepped forward, didn’t a massive cliff suddenly appear?

Thinking it was shallow water, he walked forward, only to find deep water, didn’t he?

Not only this, but giant insects harassed Gu-chil every second.

Crucially, there was one thing that made Gu-chil’s anger soar sky-high.

’Where on earth did my clothes go...?!’

The fact that he was stark naked. Under the influence of the experiment, his body and clothes had been separated.

Fortunately, the fog was thick and there were no people around, so nobody would see him.

However, wandering around naked was deeply humiliating in itself.

’Just you wait. This insult, someday....’

Would I even be able to repay it? Honestly, that thought crossed his mind.

Since breaking through this fog zone was the immediate priority. And that wasn’t all.

Grumble—

He hadn’t had a proper meal in several days.

Having trained in External Arts, the daily amount of food his body required was far greater than that of an ordinary person.

Starving under such circumstances made things exceptionally grueling for Gu-chil.

’Where... is there something to eat....’

As Gu-chil trudged endlessly through the fog zone:

"#$%% $%?"

"@$% #$%."

Surprisingly, ’human speech’ reached his ears.

For a second he wondered if it was an auditory hallucination, but listening closely, it was human speech.

’No. Calm down. This is the Forest of the Four Seasons. There are gorillas and hobgoblins that speak human words too.’

Above all, it was a language Gu-chil didn’t know. Some monster could be mimicking human speech.

Thus, concealing his presence, he quietly approached. Then a surprising thing happened.

The closer he got, the thinner the fog became. Furthermore, thanks to the thinned fog, his vision brightened.

And lastly....

"Huh? Uh? What the? Someone’s over there!"

"Huh?"

Within the dispersed fog, he had found ’humans’.

Just as Gu-chil stood dumbfounded at the sight:

"He’s naked? Is he a pervert?"

"Could be a doppelganger. Be careful."

The strangers were wary of Gu-chil. A natural reaction.

In a fog-laden zone, and in the Forest of the Four Seasons no less, a guy wandering around stark naked?

What crazy person would trust him? Being on guard was completely reasonable.

But Gu-chil didn’t care. He couldn’t believe the current situation.

"H-Human? Are... are you really human?"

"Huh? He speaks? What language is that?"

"Hold on a second."

While Gu-chil was overcome with emotion, the strangers conferred amongst themselves.

A moment later, the person carrying a lantern spoke up.

"It’s Central Plains speech. Did he come from the Central Plains?"

"Doesn’t matter. Hey there. Pervert over there."

"P-Pervert?"

Speaking fluent Central Plains language aside, calling him a pervert! Gu-chil felt a surge of resentment for a moment.

Of course, given his wretched state, he had no choice but to willingly endure it. Enduring was the priority right now.

"Yeah, you. Looking at you, you seem to be wandering. Would you like to come to our village?"

"A-A village exists? Is that true?"

"That’s right. Our village receives the protection of God."

God’s protection. At that moment, the Twin Gods came to Gu-chil’s mind.

Just as he was about to hastily praise those gods, the person holding the lantern spoke first.

"Telling you in advance, if you praise Aris or Aragon, we will execute you on the spot."

"W-What...?"

"Be careful. Our village serves a deity of a far higher rank than those two."

Gu-chil was a man far removed from faith. Even so, he didn’t deny faith.

The moment one denied faith, one was bound to suffer all sorts of terrible fates. Yet those people boldly denied it.

Then what on earth was the faith they believed in? He suddenly became curious.

"Then what should I say...."

"You only need to remember one thing."

The person holding the lantern said:

"Praise the Manatology."

"Praise the... Manatology? What does that mean?"

"Praise Manatology."

Gu-chil instinctively thought: That doesn’t sound like a very good name.

Like a fly caught in flypaper, the moment he stepped inside, he wouldn’t be able to survive.

However.

"Praise the Manatology."

"That’s it. Please remember it well."

"T-Thank you...!"

Survival was more important to him.