I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 595

Things had been hectic since New Year’s morning due to an extraordinary situation erupting.

Accessing the Gallery had been plenty crazy with just Lackey and Dolsoe, but now Bbareumbo too.

Bbareumbo had even adapted so fully that he already created a fixed handle.

But maybe having a fixed handle meant I could stop him if he tried to pull any foolish stunts, giving me at least some measure of control.

’What foolish stunt could he even pull anyway?’

I stared blankly at Bbareumbo. Bbareumbo looked back at me.

He always wore this exact expression, so I had zero clue what was going through his head.

As we stared intently at each other like that, Bbareumbo slowly blinked his eyes.

His eyes were practically slits, so normally it wasn’t something I’d pay attention to. But was it because of the post he’d put up on the Gallery earlier?

"...Wait a second."

Praying it wasn’t what I thought it was, I logged into the Gallery.

And sure enough, there was a post Bbareumbo had uploaded.

Title) Dummy’s face

Wild Bbareumbo

(Front-facing photo of Grylls’s face)

Dummy’s face. Looks weird.

No matter how much I look, only one thing comes to mind.

Dummy.

Re: Holy shit, is this literature? lololol

Re: It’s so concise it’s hilarious lmao

Re: lololol

Re: Bbareumbo bastard knows how to make it to Recommended Posts lol

Re: But honestly he’s got decent looks, why does he look so dummy-ish there? lol

Re: It’s just because of his expression right there lol

Re: Sword Matstar) As expected of my husband, even his goofy face is cute. Saving this right away.

Re: This woman is saying weird stuff again;;

Re: Became an Assistant Mod and isn’t doing the moderation work she’s supposed to do lol

He had uploaded a picture that looked like it was taken just a second ago onto the Gallery. I let out a dry laugh.

I wanted to protest a violation of my portrait rights with all my heart.

But this was a place where the laws of civilization could be brushed off like nothing.

I could somehow enforce the rules of the Shelter, but the Gallery was something I had to leave to the individual’s conscience.

Of course, trades that could bankrupt the outer world’s economy had to be stopped at all costs.

’The moment he made a fixed handle, he must have received tons of messages.’

Even right now, Bbareumbo was probably receiving a barrage of messages.

To Bbareumbo, they might just be annoying notifications, but you never know.

He was a guy who went crazy for Fasting Pills, so it was best to warn him.

"Bbareumbo."

"...."

Bbareumbo stared back with a gaze where I couldn’t tell if he was looking at me or looking at the Gallery.

Wondering if he was taking a photo of my face even now, I moved slightly. His gaze remained fixed, seemingly looking at the Gallery.

"You’re probably getting a lot of messages right now. Among them, there are probably messages asking to trade for shiny green stones. Right?"

"...."

"Like I told those brothers earlier, this is really important. Turn off the Gallery and listen to me."

When I spoke with a lowered, serious voice, Bbareumbo’s gaze shifted toward me.

If he had ignored even this, it would have been troublesome in many ways. But we had built up affection over traveling through countless journeys together.

What’s more, he recognized me as the owner and boss of this Shelter.

"Nod your head if you’re going to listen to me."

"...."

As if promising to pay full attention to my words, Bbareumbo gave a slow but definitive nod.

After that, I gave him the exact same cautions I had given the brothers. Especially since Bbareumbo had actually made a fixed handle.

Fortunately, Bbareumbo seemed to understand my warning, giving a response that showed he got it.

Bbareumbo had a more mature side than the rest of the group, so he should be fine.

Title) Giving an update on the current situation

Wild Grylls

(Photo of the Sun Wukong brothers staring fascinatedly at empty air)

(Photo of Bbareumbo)

(Photo of just cute Wonmo)

It’s pretty confusing in a lot of ways, but yes, it’s true they gained access to the Gallery. lol

My rough guess is that it’s probably because of the World Tree.

Plus, if they step even slightly out of the Shelter, their connection to the Gallery gets cut off. So it’s not permanent everywhere.

Right now only Bbareumbo made a fixed handle, and the brothers don’t know yet. Even if they make fixed handles, I plan to tell them not to trade recklessly.

Summary: I will kill anyone who scams these guys.

Re: Heavenly Demon) What a truly amusing turn of events. Animals accessing the Gallery.

Re: Don’t Abandon the Hero) If there’s anyone like that, I will stop them!This story is hosted at novel‌ping.com.

Re: Will you be okay? If it was just Grylls it’d be one thing, but if the number increases it’s gonna be tough.

Re: Isn’t Bbareumbo the only one who made a fixed handle?

Re: For now, yeah.

Re: If it increases more from there, it really will be tough lol

Honestly, I didn’t think my warning would work completely. The only saving grace was the trade restriction.

I had my chat and trade restrictions lifted due to the unique characteristics of the Forest of the Four Seasons.

’Originally, was it 3 minutes or 5 minutes? You had to complete trades within that... Wait a minute.’

I realized with a sudden jolt of alarm. There was something I had completely forgotten.

Trades with fixed handles had to be completed within 5 minutes, and the same went for direct conversations.

Unless one was an Assistant Mod, fixed handle users couldn’t exchange direct messages with each other. It had only been possible for me because Asella granted me special accommodations.

"Bbareumbo. You haven’t received any messages yet, right?"

"...."

At that question, Bbareumbo nodded. I covered my face with one hand.

Had I been taking Asella’s favor too much for granted? It had been so long that I forgot.

In that case, there was no need to worry about direct trading messages. I just had to keep an eye on the auction house.

[Wild Grylls: Asella. Are there any messages that came for Bbareumbo?]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: None! Direct conversation between fixed handle users is impossible unless you’re an Assistant Mod! I only just realized it too!]

When I asked Asella, she said she had forgotten about it too. A dry chuckle escaped me.

Even so, I couldn’t let my guard down. One look at the Gallery made that clear.

Countless fixed handle users were posting all sorts of threads just to grab Bbareumbo’s attention.

Among them were fixed handle users promising to give him the Fasting Pills he loved so much.

"Bbareumbo. You like this, right?"

"...."

As I picked up a Fasting Pill and spoke, Bbareumbo nodded.

"Ignore posts promising to give you stuff better than this. If things go wrong, we might never get these again."

"...."

"Do you want to keep receiving tasty food steadily, or do you want to get Fasting Pills irregularly—without even knowing if they taste better or worse than this?"

The answer was obvious. Instead of answering verbally, Bbareumbo demonstrated through action.

He gently snatched the Fasting Pill from my hand and popped it into his mouth.

It was as if he was assuring me such a thing would never happen, so I didn’t need to worry.

"Master. What is good about creating this thing called a fixed handle?"

"If things go well, you could become a big name... I mean, a famous celebrity there. Since you guys operate in the Forest of the Four Seasons, you’ll be famous right from the start."

"Is it good to become famous?"

"You said it earlier. That even if you just clap, people take a shit."

"It is the opposite, Master. Even if you take a shit, people clap."

"Ah."

"At least I can tell it makes one dumber."

This bastard turned it back on me like that just because I slipped up once.

I considered giving him a knuckle-flick on the head, but gave up on the idea. Let’s just let them adapt for now.

If they made a fixed handle, I’d notice immediately anyway, so there was no need to worry.

More importantly, now was the time to map out future plans. Even if today was out, we would set out to explore again tomorrow.

’We’re going to head back to the grasslands anyway...’

I had previously gone up to the river to test the Gallery connection range.

Back then, when I checked across the river, the grassland looked ordinary as usual.

In winter it was piled high with snow so I wondered if it’d be okay, but now that spring had arrived, it looked fine.

’Though there’s a high chance it’s only fine on the surface.’

Right now, a herd of water buffalo had appeared at the border between Alfheim and Mountain.

There was no news on what became of those water buffalo, but they probably adapted to the environment there.

This meant that the environment of the grasslands was undergoing a drastic shift, causing animals to initiate a mass migration.

The ruler of that place, the lion, must have sensed the change as well.

’I need to make thorough preparations.’

Since it was our second time exploring this zone, I planned to prepare even more meticulously than before.

Having reached that conclusion, I checked my gear first. Starting with my sword.

Since Ludwig, who usually sharpened my blades, had left, I had no choice but to inspect and maintain the gear myself.

What were the others doing? They were currently glued to the Gallery.

"Brother. Look at this."

"I cannot see it with my eyes, brother."

"Ah. Right. Type these words into the search bar: Common Beastfolk Physique."

"Aren’t Beastfolk talking animals like us?"

"Indeed."

The problem was that these guys adapted too well. I stopped sharpening my blade mid-motion and stared at the brothers.

If they were speaking in the Zhongyuan language, it would be one thing, but they were chatting in Korean, so I understood everything.

"Ahem. Ahem. Brother. You do not need to share such things with me."

"Good things ought to be shared."This chapter was taken from nоvelping.com without permission.

"I have a family. I cannot view such things recklessly. Brother, don’t you also have a female you like?"

"It should be fine to enjoy it until then."

So Dolsoe really is the older brother and the head of a family after all.

Listening to him talk to Lackey, who was no different from an immature child, I could feel how mature he was.

By the way, what kind of Beastfolk did they see that made those brothers talk like that?

Even if they evolved into Sun Wukongs, their aesthetic sense shouldn’t have changed, so it was puzzling.

"Didn’t you guys have zero interest in anything that wasn’t a gorilla?"

"Master. To our eyes, anything covered in fur that walks on two legs looks identical."

"As long as the buttocks are large enough to bear offspring well, and the breasts are big enough to raise young healthily, that is all that matters."

"...."

That truly was a beastly aesthetic standard. It was a bit ridiculous, but it made sense.

You might ask if there isn’t a difference in species, but in a way, these guys were Beastfolk too.

Just closer to animals than humans in form. If they stepped outside right now, they could easily pass as Beastfolk.

"Turn off the Gallery already and give me a hand. You need to know how to care for your own weapons."

"Understood. Ah, and Master."

"What?"

"I read Master’s posts. I saw you cursing at us."

Of all things, he had to read that. It was a situation I had already anticipated.

In that case, there was only one thing for me to do.

"So what? Honestly, back then you guys did things deserving of getting cursed at. What, do you want an apology?"

Brazenly talk back. In reality, they really did commit a lot of outrageous acts back then.

Lackey pondered my question for a moment, then held up a single finger and spoke.

"I think one serving of candied sweet potatoes would be enough."

"...."

What a ridiculously simple guy.

And that was why I liked him.

"And I will not create a fixed handle in the future."

"Why?"

"Because then I can curse at Master without anyone knowing."

"You make a fixed handle as Wild Lackey right now. If you don’t, you die by my hands."

"This is tyranny. I will protest to the Orange Badge!"

His adaptability truly was mind-bogglingly impressive.

Time flowed like that, and lunch time approached. Up until then, nothing particularly strange had happened.

"Hmm. Will this do?"

"What are you doing?"

Until I saw Lackey taking photos of his body in front of the full-length mirror.

The full-length mirror I bought back when sending body photos to Heavenly Demon and Ash.

Right now I didn’t have much use for it so it was left neglected, but Lackey was striking bizarre poses in front of it.

"It is nothing. I am going to upload photos of my body onto the Gallery."

"What are you going to do after uploading them?"

"I hope the furry females out there look at my magnificent body and take an interest in me."

"...Didn’t you have a female you liked?"

"A magnificent male naturally tends to command a harem of females."

As soon as I heard those words, I turned my gaze to Dolsoe.

However, Dolsoe merely avoided my eyes and didn’t stop Lackey.

It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by his younger brother. It showed that this was a silently agreed-upon arrangement between them.

"...My brother is greedy, Master. Please understand."

"No."

My head spun so much that no words came out.

While Lackey was making an embarrassing spectacle of himself, a pair of eyes quietly watched the situation unfold.

Bbareumbo, who made a fixed handle as soon as he accessed the Gallery. His eyes were focused entirely on Grylls.

After snapping several photos of Grylls in quick succession, he exchanged messages with someone.

[Wild Bbareumbo: (Quite a lot of Grylls photos) Here.]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: Th-Thank you! Bbareumbo-ssi! Like I mentioned before, if you send me photos, I’ll give you something delicious!]

[Wild Bbareumbo: Thankful. Give what?]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: I’ll give you the pudding I’ve been saving!]

[Wild Bbareumbo: Will eat. Thankful.]

Bbareumbo was conducting a black-market trade (?) behind Grylls’s back.

Because messaging the Orange Badge was always possible.

Of course.

"Hyung. What is this?"

"Bbick?"

"Bbaek?"

He didn’t forget to share with his younger brothers first.