I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 557

Title) Hero’s recent updates

(Photo of Asmode, Asella, and Kaylin sitting side by side)

(Photo of Asmode, Asella, and Kaylin eating snacks)

(Video of Asella cheering at Chaemes’s goal)

(Video of Asella cheering at Reor’s equalizer goal)

(Video of Asella cheering at Reor’s comeback goal)

(Video of Asella cheering at Chaemes’s dramatic equalizer goal)

She’s enjoying herself in Mephisto.

Look at the Hero enjoying football lol

Having the Demon King and Princess on both sides makes the composition hilarious, haha

The world really has changed. Seeing the Hero sandwiched between demons, haha

How long have you been alive, bro?

I’m a 250-year-old elf.

OK, fair enough

Wait, wasn’t Asmode anti-sports too?

Nah, that’s wrong. Asmode has a "whatever makes the nation prosper is good" mindset. Kaylin was the anti-sports one.

For an anti-sports person, she looks like she’s having a blast?

It just proves Kaylin is a demon at heart lol Once you fall deep, there’s no escape

Wait, is it just me, or do the two of them react every time Chaemes or Reor concedes a goal? They look like they’re frowning or super frustrated.

Turns out those two are Chaemes or Reor fans?

Could be, lol

From the moment Asella arrived in Mephisto and began attending sports matches according to her schedule.

Following my advice, she maintained absolute neutrality (?) while enjoying the sport itself.

Whether they were Chaemes fans or Reor fans, anyone would be fond of Asella.

Because no matter how much fans fight each other, the fact that they loved the sport itself wouldn’t change.

’Besides, she mentioned the Holy Kingdom couldn’t officially establish a sports club, right?’

It was one of the laws enacted by the Papacy—a resolve to refuse even the slightest acceptance of the Demon Race’s wicked culture.

Well, considering their ruthless past relations, the underlying purpose was understandable.

The issue was that over time, the law evolved into cultural censorship. It had become an evil law.

’It must be tough, but she’ll do fine.’

More importantly, Princess Kaylin is really gorgeous. Saved immediately.

The picture taken when she watched live before was beautiful, and it was no different now.

Though opinions on the Demon Race’s unique, exotic appearance were divided, most of them were exceptionally attractive, just like elves.

Kaylin was practically unrivaled even among them, making her image more than worth saving.

’And Asella is right next to her.’

Both were beauties with distinct charms, making them a true feast for the eyes just to look at.

Their skin tones created a striking contrast, complemented by their iconic roles as the Hero and the Demon Princess.

How great would it be to be with beauties like them? Of course, stuck in the Forest of the Four Seasons, that was wishful thinking.

’Sigh. Let’s not think about it. It just depresses me.’

I should do my best in my own way. Thinking so, I checked other posts.

Just like Asella’s visit to Mephisto, fresh news had arrived from the Central Plains.

Namely, a full-scale clash between the Demonic Cult and the Evil Faction. In truth, rather than a clash, it was closer to a one-sided suppression.

Title) Heavenly Demon is God

(Photo 1 of countless bodies of martial artists belonging to the Evil Faction)

(Photo 2 of countless bodies of martial artists belonging to the Evil Faction)

(Photo of people worshiping the Heavenly Demon)

(Photo of the Heavenly Demon standing proudly)

The Demonic Cult is invincible.

What happened?

Looking at their attire, they look like Green Forest bandits?

OP) Yeah, Green Forest bandits. Those bastards were plundering our region.

Doesn’t the Righteous Faction usually handle stuff like that?

OP) Our local Righteous Faction was wiped out in the Orthodox-Demonic War, lol. Taking advantage of that gap, those Evil Faction scumbags crawled in.

Aren’t there some decent guys in the Evil Faction too?

Nah, that’s in the past. Only low-lifes were left after the Orthodox-Demonic War. Calling them Evil Faction is putting it nicely; they’re just bandit bands.

She handled all of that alone? There are so many of them;;;

Think back to what she showed at the Martial Arts Tournament.

Title) Video of Heavenly Demon wrecking the Evil Faction

(Video of Heavenly Demon slaughtering Evil Faction members with concise movements)

(Video of Heavenly Demon overwhelming Evil Faction members with dominant power)

Watching it just leaves me in awe. Even following it with my eyes was tough shudder shudder

Looking at it now, hasn’t she beat them all bare-handed up until now?

Isn’t Heavenly Demon a brawler? She didn’t use weapons during the tournament either.

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That was a gimmick;;

Look at her bone structure. That’s not a frame suited for a brawler. At the very least, her shoulders should be broader than that.

Instead of shoulders, her chest meat got all the gain, haha

"Chest meat" BS haha

But aren’t muscles essential for all martial artists?

Essential, sure, but not as much as for brawlers. They focus more on Internal Energy.

Think of muscles and mana as multiplying each other. Men grow muscles better, while women absorb mana more efficiently, so they end up evenly matched.

"Woah."

I gasped in admiration while watching the video of the Heavenly Demon subduing the Evil Faction martial artists.

Whether fighting the remnants of the Blood Cult or competing in the tournament, her actions were marked by concise efficiency rather than flashy flair.

Even now, it was no different; her restrained movements highlighted her overwhelming power.

While I had to bend over backward doing all kinds of desperate acrobatics just to beat a single beast, the Heavenly Demon was on a whole different level.

’Will I ever possess strength like that...?’

Probably hard to attain. My fighting style was already set in stone.

Hasn’t it been said since ancient times that those who dig a single well achieve true mastery?

Furthermore, in the Forest of the Four Seasons, weight class mattered far more than technical finesse.

’I should wait until the new Divine Heavenly Demon Technique comes out. I’ll text Heavenly Demon later, too.’

Currently, the Heavenly Demon and her Demonic Cult must be busy dealing with the aftermath.

What mattered more was my upcoming schedule. Soon, I would head to the location mentioned by Heukgu.

According to him, the carcass of a Mythological Age dragon was left abandoned there, and leaving it unchecked meant a high chance of resurrection.

Of course, having been neglected for so long, its flesh and even its brain were gone, leaving behind nothing but pure instinct.

’It’s the final gate to reach the World Tree.’

So I prepared thoroughly. First of all, taking the kids there was out of the question.

Among all the foes I had faced so far, it might be the most tricky second only to the Colossus.

Sorry as I was to say it, having the kids around would likely prevent me from fighting properly.

’At least Heukgu acted gentlemanly. But a dragon won’t.’

There was a high probability it would slaughter everything, hatchlings or not. Therefore, I planned to leave the young ones at the shelter.

Leaving shelter protection to the hobgoblin pack should be fine. The kids would throw tantrums, but I’d return within a day.

’Even without Cheongseol, we have Lackey’s Teleport.’

And there was another thing to ask Heukgu.

How long it would take to travel there.

Heukgu was guarding the path, not sealing off the region itself.

Meaning it was impossible to predict what kind of beasts might lurk in that area.

"Heukgu-ya."

"How many times must I say it? I am not Heukgu!"

"Are there any dangers on the way there?"

"...."

As I stubbornly kept calling him Heukgu, he gave a heavy sigh and gave up. That’s how names work.

You might ask if I wasn’t curious about his original name, but I couldn’t be bothered, so I skipped it.

Even Lackey had been called Lackey for so long that he was slowly forgetting his original name.

"As I told you before, the place I guarded was merely a path. Once you pass through that path, you will enter its domain."

"Are there creatures living there?"

"None. Except for the servants meant to deliver nutrients to it."

"Are you talking about the birds?"

The birds that had carried off the plump tiger from the Meat Forest and Wine Pool.

Heukgu had intercepted that tiger halfway, but there could be other beasts besides those.

"Correct. Excluding them, there are no living beings in the vicinity."

"Well, that’s a relief, but..."

It meant I only had to deal with a single pile of bones, but that made it all the more terrifying. I couldn’t even imagine how powerful it would be.

Of course, it would be far weaker than Vanir or Nidhogg, not to mention the Colossus.

’Even a decayed beast is still a beast.’

So I asked Heukgu for more information regarding what abilities it used.

Unfortunately, his reply was that he didn’t really know. The reason was simple.

"It is only natural not to know what an entity stripped of its physical flesh can do. Perhaps it can breathe fire."

"Is that possible without flesh?"

"Because its heart remains. Do not ask me the mechanism. I do not know either."

"So I should assume it can do everything a normal dragon can do."

The bigger problem was that it wasn’t an ordinary dragon, but a dragon from the Mythological Age.

Mythological Age dragons were entities that had engaged in direct warfare against ancient humanity.

Master of virtually every magic in the world, calling them the strongest living beings was no exaggeration.

Even ancient humanity barely subdued them by unleashing every advanced technology at their disposal.

’Even dragons on the outside world possess raw base stats that are absolutely insane.’

Even the Mage King, Kadir, had found no answer in conventional magic and resorted to casting Meteor.

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Unless met with pure physical force, dragons were creatures for which no solution existed.

’Still, since its flesh is gone, it shouldn’t be able to fly.’

I slowly drafted a strategy in my notebook.

They say seeing once is better than hearing a hundred times, but seeing it once might mean never returning again.

Therefore, I carefully pondered using the information gained from Heukgu and the Gallery.

’First, since it’s made of bones, a blunt weapon will be far more effective than a sword.’

Starting with weapons. Rather than a blade, preparing a blunt weapon suited for smashing things would be ideal.

I could get help from the Dwarf on this. I just needed to ask him for a big, beautiful mold for a blunt weapon.

[Passing Dwarf: Just make a blunt weapon roughly yourself. You know how to forge an axe. You even made a pickaxe.]

[Wild Grylls: But I’m lazy.]

[Passing Dwarf: Shut up and just make it yourself.]

I was rejected. Well, the Dwarf wasn’t wrong, so I forged it myself.

The weapon best suited for crushing hard bones is a mace—the eternal hard counter to skeletons.

It was a weapon paladins frequently favored across countless media, and given the nature of my foe, it made perfect sense.

[Honestly, I think this alone would be plenty.]

Right as I was about to craft a heavy weapon by mixing Orichalcum, Mithril, and Adamantium.

Cain in his stone statue form brought something over. Turning my gaze, I saw a familiar wooden club.

The wooden club obtained from the World Tree: Mistilteinn. Currently, it was being used as a torch launcher.

’Come to think of it, this was ridiculously durable too, wasn’t it?’

I had forgotten about it because I only used it for torches until now. This, too, was a splendid blunt weapon.

Pausing my weapon forging, I gripped Mistilteinn in my hand.

"Hmm..."

Fitting for a club, the grip felt great. However, there was a minor flaw.

Namely, the center of gravity. Most blunt weapons have their weight concentrated near the top.

That made them ideal for dumping full power into strikes, facilitating devastating impacts.

On the other hand, Mistilteinn was straight in shape, placing its center of gravity right around the middle.

"I guess I’ll just attach it right here."

[What about Ludwig?]

"He’ll have to use a different handle."

It wasn’t discrimination; it was simply unavoidable due to the difference in weight class.

Swinging a weapon made with an ordinary shaft might snap the handle entirely.

Cain also understood this point and offered no counterargument. Thus, I attached a heavy head piece to the end of Mistilteinn.

A counterweight made by blending all sorts of rare metals as mentioned earlier. A weapon that shouldn’t exist in the world.

’Shall I give it a swing?’

Looking around, I found a suitable tree. Felling a tree while at it wouldn’t be bad either.

Holding the handle with both hands, I focused my mana into the heavy head.

This was the beauty of a blunt weapon: unlike a sword, you could focus your energy entirely into the weighted head.

Perhaps for someone like me with an unusually extraordinary weight class, a mace suited me far better than a sword.

"Huuup!"

Putting my full weight behind it, I swung the weapon.

Whooosh—

"Huh?"

My body weight failed to overcome the momentum loaded into the counterweight, and both of my feet lifted straight off the ground. A feeling of levitation washed over me.

And what happened next? There’s no need to elaborate.

CRACK! THUD! SNAP! CRUNCH!

Dragged along by the momentum of the mace, I caused catastrophic destruction.

Somehow, it was a familiar experience. I felt sorry for the trees.

"W-What is that fellow doing?! Why is he flying away from his own weapon swing?!"

"It is a common occurrence. Pay it no mind."

"That kind of thing is common?!"

"Look. Our master is perfectly unharmed."

"Is he... even human...?"

Giving Heukgu a secondary culture shock was a bonus.

Anyway.

[Heavenly Demon: Lacking the weight to master the weapon’s force, causing your bodily balance to collapse... You must learn the Thousand-Pound Weight.]

[Wild Grylls: Thousand-Pound Weight?]

[Heavenly Demon: It is a martial art that one must learn when unable to overcome such force, as in your case, noble friend.]

Another technique added to the list to learn from the Heavenly Demon.

[Heavenly Demon: Could you by any chance take a photograph of your lower body?]

[Wild Grylls: Pardon?]

[Heavenly Demon: For the foundation of the Thousand-Pound Weight lies in the lower body.]

It was a rather bewildering message.