I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 596

Lackey adapted rapidly to the Gallery with his outstanding adaptability.

I worried he might end up getting banned at that rate, but thinking carefully, it wasn’t really something to worry about.

Because after evolving into Sun Wukong, he made sure to wear clothes properly. Especially the pants—I had strictly told him that even if he skipped a shirt, bottoms were mandatory.

So while I didn’t have to witness any hideous sights with my own two eyes, seeing him act like that in front of the full-length mirror was an eyesore.

’Though they probably can’t ban him for just that.’

People like Lackey were overflowing in the Gallery. That level was actually mild.

In cases where someone posted completely unblocked nude photos, they’d hit them with a ruthless ban, of course.

Naturally, if it was an anonymous user rather than a fixed handle, getting banned wasn’t a huge loss anyway. They’d just morph into another anon user.

"Master. If a fixed handle gets banned, can they never access the Gallery forever?"

"That depends on the personality of the Orange Badge."

"And this Orange Badge position can change to another person in the future. Is that not so?"

"That’s right. Though it’s uncertain how long she’ll hold it."

"Hmm. I must not create a fixed handle."

What on earth was this bastard planning to do that made him say he wouldn’t make a fixed handle?

It was a great thing that I didn’t need to worry about trading, but as a Gallery user, I felt uneasy.

Beastfolk were already a niche taste with clear polarization within the Gallery.

Seeing people earnestly debating about furries and whatnot made my head spin.

’The terrifying thing is that humans make up the largest proportion of them.’

It was truly human of humans to possess such shockingly wide versatility.

From what I could see, when ancient humanity created countless races, they definitely used humans as the base.

Otherwise, rumors wouldn’t circulate that it’s difficult to produce half-breeds between different non-human races.

Even if a half-breed was born, I understood that the next generation was mostly infertile.

’In the first place, it’s impossible to know how the races of this world evolved.’

Humanity was concluded to have evolved from apes, but the other races of this world were a mystery.

Beastfolk and the Demon Race alone had no clear clues regarding where they originated.

Of course, as seen in the cases of Lackey and Dolsoe, a rough hypothesis had emerged for Beastfolk.

The hypothesis that animals gained intelligence, acted like humans, and at some point became Beastfolk.

Before that, it was brushed off at the level of "the gods created them~", but people were gradually digging into it more seriously.

Perhaps if we searched places like the laboratories I explored, things would slowly be revealed.

"Master. There is something I am curious about."

"What?"

"Is Master considered strong even by outer world standards?"

"Probably? Why do you ask?"

"I am receiving words of encouragement about suffering under a crazy strong Master."

"...."

I let out a smirk. It had been a while since I heard those words too.

In the past, those words would have gotten under my skin, but now I brushed them off.

Because there were more than enough tricky opponents that couldn’t be dealt with by relying on sheer weight class alone.

Of course, even if I relied on quick thinking, without overwhelming strength, I wouldn’t have been able to overcome them.

"Dolsoe, what are you looking at?"

"I am looking through the martial arts sections."

"Really?"

Unlike Lackey, who would remain a hardcore Gallery idiot, Dolsoe seemed to be utilizing it quite constructively.

Sure, the Gallery was packed with all sorts of weirdos, but occasionally there were many people who posted genuinely outstanding content like Sword Matstar.

Even now, I was steadily reading through Sword Matstar’s posts to hone my skills step by step.

It was a pity Ludwig wasn’t by my side right now, but I had built a rock-solid foundation in the basics.

’After all, flashy techniques from novels or manga are meaningless to me.’

I just needed to continuously drill the basics, and handle the unpredictability of special techniques through quick thinking.

Originally, I struggled because I lacked even the basics, but now I had built a proper framework.

’I also need to receive the new Internal Cultivation Art from Heavenly Demon.’

The Internal Cultivation Art that Blood Demon Wi Ho-chang newly acquired in the Forest of the Four Seasons. Quite some time had passed since I handed it over to Heavenly Demon.

Creating something new and completely revamping an existing system were similar in difficulty.

No matter how much of a genius Heavenly Demon was, merging two distinct Internal Cultivation Arts into one would be immensely difficult.

"So, did you get anything useful from there?"

"Rather than martial arts, I am looking for stories about Master."

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"They keep saying WI! HO! CHANG!, but what on earth does that mean?"

He was still a long way off from understanding memes or copy-pastas. More concerning was the true nature of the Blood Cult and Wi Ho-chang.

To the gorilla brothers, Wi Ho-chang was a decent master, but in the outside world, he was a ruthless mass murderer.

Setting aside founding the Blood Cult, his very moniker was ’Blood Tiger Killing Demon’. It meant a blood-steeped tiger that slaughters people.

A detail showing just how many people he had slaughtered. It was a good thing he had departed long ago; if he were still alive today, it would have been trouble.

"Do you understand that Wi Ho-chang was a bad person?"

"Is it common practice outside the forest to portray strong people strangely? Both Master and Sabu are depicted in weird ways."

"...Yeah. That’s fine then."

Having never met other people, odd misunderstandings seemed to have accumulated.

In this manner, the two brothers spent their time adapting quite well to the Gallery in their own way.

Usually, if they had nothing to do, they were guys who read books, but today they were immersed in the Gallery all day long.

Honestly, I had been through that phase myself, so I couldn’t really scold them. Instead, I gave a word of advice.

"Hey guys. I don’t mind you looking at the Gallery, but blink your eyes often. You’ll ruin your eyesight like that."

"Oh. Understood."

"If you keep focusing, your eyes get dim."

It was a similar principle to using a computer.

Sight deterioration is partly due to the light and electromagnetic waves from the monitor, but I think dry eyes play a big part too.

When people concentrate, they naturally widen their eyes. If you don’t blink frequently, they inevitably dry out.

’My parents used to tell me they didn’t care if I played on the computer, but to keep good posture.’

Back when I was deeply hooked on computer games, my parents said that.

They said playing games was fine, but at least keep my back straight. They especially urged me to be careful not to get turtle neck.

Thanks to that, I developed the habit of sitting up straight whenever I sat down, maintaining my health.

"Master. I learned cooking from the Gallery. I want to try making a dish."

"No way, you brat. What kind of monstrosity are you trying to cook up this time?"

Time passed and evening approached; I barely managed to stop Lackey from cooking.

Dinner tonight was braised short ribs I had aged beforehand. Thanks to the Meat Forest and Wine Pool, food supply was never a problem.

"Mmm. Smells delicious."

"Long time no see. Has everything been alright?"

For the first time in a long while, the Three-Legged Crow visited our Shelter.

Even when we cooked meat recently, he hadn’t come by at all, so something must have happened.

The Three-Legged Crow replied while eating the ribs I had cut into bite-sized pieces.

"A lot of things happened. Are you aware that a new terrain formed beside the river?"

"I know."

"I spent some time exploring there. Before that, I was busy flying around here and there."

Since it was an explanation that immediately made sense, I didn’t press further.

"Ah. Also, I brought something tasty. It felt bad to just eat your food, you see."

"What did you bring?"

"I left it over there."

The Three-Legged Crow gestured with his chin toward a spot. Though it was evening, since it was spring, the sun hadn’t set completely.

Thanks to that, I could see what he had hunted, and its coloration alone was exceptionally unusual.

Usually, an animal has at most 3 to 4 colors, but this one possessed far more.

Along with colorful rainbow hues, the colors shifted depending on the angle of view, making it clear it was a very rare bird.

"What’s this? Still better than that bird with a face you brought last time."

"All you need to know is that it was a tricky bastard to catch."

If that’s the case, I should ask the Gallery right away.

And before long, I learned that it was a ’Seven-Colored Bird’.

Though it sounded like a name straight out of a game, it was said to be an extremely rare bird.

Supposedly a bird reserved exclusively for the Emperor. Highly rich in taste and nutrition.

’So it’s just a delicious bird.’

Having eaten all kinds of things in the Forest of the Four Seasons, I brushed it off with a simple "ah, I see."

I was a guy who made heart skewers out of a Dragon Heart just a few days ago.

A Seven-Colored Bird was nothing more than a fine piece of food.

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After finishing dinner, I butchered the Seven-Colored Bird.

I set aside the rainbow-glowing feathers to use later for making arrows, and put the rest into the food storage.

Thus, today’s routine ended smoothly, and I began maintenance for tomorrow’s exploration.

The Sun Wukong brothers also inspected their own equipment instead of mindlessly browsing the Gallery. Luckily, they were guys who stepped up when needed.

"Tell me if you need anything. You’re not making fixed handles anyway."

"Nothing comes to mind right now. Are we going to the grasslands tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that’s right."

"In that case, we will need a lot of water. Last time we explored roughly, but not this time."

"You really hit the nail on the head."

Lackey was getting quite experienced now, so he seemed adept at identifying core priorities.

After preparing the necessary supplies for tomorrow, I logged into the Gallery.

[Starlight Lady: Here are the Elixirs I crafted. I made even more than last time!]

[Wild Grylls: Thank you so much. I feel bad for always handing off troublesome tasks to you.]

[Starlight Lady: Not at all! Ah, in that case, may I send you the perfume I made?]

[Wild Grylls: Perfume?]

[Starlight Lady: Yes. Since there won’t be special events, you won’t have occasions to wear it, but I hoped you could enjoy the scent.]

If it’s just that, I don’t mind. She had made a similar request before.

I received the Elixirs and perfume from her. Perhaps because I usually provided good materials, the color of the Elixirs seemed even deeper.

Next, I checked the perfume. Carefully popping open the bottle and taking a whiff, I caught a peculiar minty scent.

However, it was less pungent than peppermint, carrying a sense of pure innocence. I realized instantly what it was made of.

’Ah, it’s made from World Tree petals.’

Not recently, but the World Tree petals I gave her previously.

She must have extracted it to craft perfume. I should give her more later.

Of course, using this in the wild was tantamount to suicide, so I would just keep it stored away.

Animals with insanely sharp senses of smell were everywhere, so if the bottle broke, it would be bad news.

"Alright. Then let’s head to sleep..."

Just as I was about to say let’s go to sleep, something caught my eye.

It was none other than Maengkkongi waddling heave-ho, heave-ho toward the full-length mirror.

Seeing him walk diligently on his short legs was irresistibly cute. He was even carrying the little chair I made for him earlier.

Clatter—

Maengkkongi sat on the chair and grabbed a small guitar in his hands. That too was something crafted personally by a fixed handle user.

Next, Maengkkongi stared blankly into the full-length mirror and began strumming the guitar.

"Je m’baladai sur l’avenue~"

"...."

"Aux~ Champs-Élysées~ Aux~ Champs-Élysées~"

He’s singing. And a pretty famous song at that.

I smirked watching him, waiting until the song ended.

As time passed and the song came to an end, Maengkkongi bowed his head deeply to finish off his greeting.

It felt as if he was bowing to an audience. Seeing that, a sudden suspicion flashed through my mind.

And sure enough.

Title) It’s my first performance

It’s Maengkkongi

(Video of Maengkkongi singing)

Hello. It’s Maengkkongi.

I sing songs. Songs are really nice.

I will keep singing hard in the future. Thank you.

Re: What is this guy now?

Re: Can Maengkkongi access the Gallery too?

Re: Wow. Sings really well lmao

Re: Bbareumbo is one thing, but even Maengkkongi is on the Gallery now rofl

Re: If this isn’t the Town Musicians of Bremen, what is it? lol

"...."

Uh. Well.

It was cute, so I let it slide.