I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 625

There is something many people think about when they read comics or novels.

Is it really possible for a piece of trash like that to rise to such a high position?

Even if they won through political maneuvering or political power, is it really right for them to pull that kind of shit in that position?

No matter how much of a monarchy it is, if they commit tyranny like that, shouldn’t their head be chopped off?

No matter how much democracy relies on voting, is it really right for someone like that to be elected?

Thus, although countless words are exchanged about the ’high and mighty,’ there is a very simple way to resolve this question.

It is to open a history book and see that all kinds of bizarre humans have ruled nations.

Simply put, because there is an abundance of ’historical evidence,’ people tend to overlook how superiors—namely, sovereigns—are portrayed in various ways.

In the first place, on Earth, didn’t the world’s worst dictator rule a country through democratic procedures? It’s best not to nitpick every little detail.

Democracy is merely the best system humanity has experienced so far; it is by no means a perfect system.

"But fuck, I never expected our country’s Sultan to be like that."

"Calm down, honey. You’ll make yourself sick with anger."

"How can I not get sick? As if dealing with Mephisto alone wasn’t enough, now he’s even messing with the Holy Kingdom."

Praise the Sun, Salman, could hardly suppress his anger despite his wife’s comfort.

Naturally, it wasn’t his wife’s fault, and treating her like an emotional garbage can was also wrong.

But in his desperate desire to vent his anger, he had made a mistake. He took a long breath and immediately apologized.

"...I’m sorry. My mind is a mess, so I raised my voice."

"I’m fine. More importantly, shouldn’t we clean up the mess Rahman made?"

"That’s true. The problem is that we are the ones who have to clean it up."

Currently, the situation in Setan was nothing short of chaotic. It was safe to say that the nation’s fate had reached a turning point.

The issue was whether that fate would lead to the ruin of the nation or a complete overhaul. It was extremely extreme.

"What on earth was the Sultan thinking when he pulled this kind of stunt?"

"Perhaps he thinks he is the one chosen by the Chief God?"

"It sounds absurd, but the funny thing is, that actually seems highly likely."

Due to its origins as a desert nation, Setan was in a position where it had to rely heavily on imports.

If other countries chose to endure losses and refused to export to Setan, it was destined to wither away and die.

"Still, isn’t establishing a religious order for Chief God-nim fine in itself?"

"It’s not bad. The problem is that our country declared it, not the Holy Kingdom."

The prestige of the Holy Kingdom, Avalon, had been rising day by day since the descent of Cain.

Even Mephisto had signed a peace treaty and even shown them a Christmas miracle.

Under these circumstances, a completely random country is establishing a religious order for the Chief God? When nothing has even been officially confirmed yet?

Even the Holy Kingdom would probably feel more flabbergasted than angry. They’d be thinking, ’Who the fuck are these guys to establish a new order on their own?’

Throughout all times and places, religion was something that should never be carelessly meddled with. Messing with it for no good reason had frequently resulted in heads rolling.

"And he’s the Sultan, of all people. It would be one thing if he did that before ascending the throne. But since the head of state made such remarks after his coronation, it’s practically the official stance of all of Setan."

"We must quickly issue a rebuttal from our side. Stating that we have absolutely no connection to the Sultan."

"Making such an announcement would just be revealing that our internal affairs are split in two."

They were already in conflict with Mephisto, and this would only clearly expose signs of internal strife.

In other words, the Sultan’s action was the absolute worst blunder.

The probability that the leadership calmly watched this happen is low. In other words, it was highly likely that the Sultan had gone completely rogue.

And the ones who had to clean up that shit were the subordinates, as well as the factions that usually harbored dissatisfaction toward the Sultan.

Since Salman was at the center of that faction, he couldn’t help but have a massive headache.

’Should I expose the corruption committed by Rahman right now...?’

He was agonizing over whether he should reveal the evidence he had steadily gathered and elect someone else as the Sultan.

Among these concerns, the most worrying was the reaction of the Holy Kingdom. The moment they declared a holy war, citing blasphemy, Setan’s fate would be sealed right then and there.

"Darling? Can you take a look at this?"

While Salman was agonizing, his other wife brought some new news.

Salman received the news through her. It was a newspaper.You are reading on novelрing.com, the official source.

Since he had already received the newspaper this morning, the fact that new news had come out meant it was likely an extra edition.

Since extra editions usually contained bad news, he was already filled with dread.

[The Reason for Founding the Order of the Chief God? I Am the One Chosen by Him.]

[If Not for Him, I Would Not Have Become the Sultan.]

[I Am Establishing It to Repay His Grace, So What Is the Problem?]

It was a miracle on the level of talking out of his ass. Salman let out a hollow laugh and spat out a curse.

"What a fucking lunatic."

"Honey. You shouldn’t use bad language. The baby is listening."

Hearing that, his wife gently scolded him while quietly placing her hand on her lower abdomen.

At those words, Salman was able to calm his anger. He couldn’t show such an unsightly side to the child who would be born in the future.

"On the contrary, couldn’t we say that we are the ones who received the blessings of the Chief God? After all, you’ve been exchanging messages with him."

"I agree. Besides, if it’s confirmed that the Herald was actually the Chief God, you will be forced to become the Sultan whether you like it or not, darling."

"Mmm..."

Persuaded by his two wives, Salman fell into deep thought.

Originally, Salman had no intention of becoming the Sultan even if he dragged Rahman down.

This was partly because he hadn’t fully established his position within the anti-Rahman faction yet, and his family itself was weak.

However, the situation reversed as rumors began to circulate that Grylls, whom he usually interacted with, was actually the Chief God.

Although Grylls had currently lost most of his memories and nothing was confirmed, the hypothesis alone elevated the prestige of those associated with him.

"But this elevates the prestige of the Cheonjam Merchant Guild, not me. We have to make a clear distinction."

"That’s true too. That’s why it’s time to make a decision."

"A decision?"

"In the Central Plains, there is a saying: ’The fox borrows the tiger’s terror.’ It means borrowing the tiger’s authority to scare other animals."

But if things continue like this, everyone will think the tiger is the Cheonjam Merchant Guild, not you.

At his wife’s words, Salman fell silent for a moment. She was right.

If it were before, it might have been different, but as Grylls’s prestige exceeded expectations, there was even a possibility that the situation would be overturned.

Even if they had acquired the Cheonjam Merchant Guild for now, it wouldn’t last forever.

After all, isn’t an internal enemy always the most terrifying? Someone might tempt the Cheonjam Merchant Guild with better terms.

If that happened, it would inevitably turn into a muddy dogfight, making it even harder to drag Rahman down from the Sultan’s throne.

"...Honestly, I don’t want to use my friend’s prestige in this manner."

"We know how you feel. He would probably find it uncomfortable too."

"Exactly. Let’s just ask him first."

By now, Grylls would probably know about this fact as well.

Not only had Rahman gone completely rogue, but the extra edition was also about to spread far and wide.

After asking his wives to step back for a moment, Salman stared into the empty air and drafted a message.

[Praise the Sun: Chief God-nim, are you there?]

[Wild Grylls: Why are you being like this? It’s giving me goosebumps;; Just call me your friend like usual.]

[Praise the Sun: Is that really okay?]

[Wild Grylls: My dream is to be a rich, unemployed guy like you, hyung-nim.]

[Praise the Sun: Aren’t you doing exactly that right now?]

[Wild Grylls: I mean in a civilized society.]

[Praise the Sun: Lol]

Did Grylls even know how serious the situation outside was?

It was only because strange discussion topics were circulating on the Gallery, but in reality, things were in absolute chaos.

Yet, the person in question looked utterly peaceful. Salman considered it a great relief.

Because despite the many people praising him, he was no different from usual.

[Praise the Sun: Actually, what happened was...]

That made him feel even more apologetic, leaving him with no choice but to pour his heart out.You are reading on novelping(.)com, the official source.

He explained that because of one dumbass idiot, the country was on the verge of ruin, and there was no proper way to overcome it.

And that the only available method was something that would put Grylls in a difficult spot, so he wasn’t keen on it.

Even with Grylls’s usually easygoing personality, he would have no choice but to ponder after hearing what Salman had to say.

[Wild Grylls: It doesn’t matter. You can do whatever you want.]

[Praise the Sun: Is that really okay?]

[Wild Grylls: Since you have to reveal your fixed handle anyway, hyung-nim, you can’t say you’re not taking any responsibility at all, right?]

It was true. In the process of fully resolving this situation, a condition was attached.

Salman had to reveal and prove his Gallery fixed handle. Only then would everything proceed smoothly.

[Wild Grylls: More than that, isn’t the risk too high? What if I’m not the Chief God?]

[Praise the Sun: It would still be confusing then... but it’ll be better than now.]

[Wild Grylls: So you intend to take responsibility yourself.]

[Praise the Sun: It’s not like you have to take responsibility anyway, right? It’s not like you’re coming outside.]

[Wild Grylls: I am going to get out -_-]

[Praise the Sun: Haha, anyway, you’ve given permission, right?]

[Wild Grylls: Well, there’s already someone saying weird things without my permission anyway. Do as you please.]

[Praise the Sun: OK, thanks a lot.]

[Wild Grylls: If you’re grateful, send me some dates later. I’m slowly running out.]

[Praise the Sun: You’ll get diabetes at this rate.]

[Wild Grylls: (Photo of Sun Wukong brothers eating sweet potatoes) Because I don’t think sweet potatoes will cut it.]

[Praise the Sun: I’ll send them quickly.]

"I got permission."

"Really?"

"That’s a relief. I’m glad your friend gave his permission."

"A friend..."

Salman chuckled. It felt like they had gone too far to simply be called friends.

Still, he had to do what needed to be done. Since he had received permission, all that was left was to lay the groundwork.

"First, contact the Holy Kingdom. If possible, try to reach the Hero’s side."

"The Hero?"

"Yes. And summon the president of the Cheonjam Merchant Guild as well. I will head straight to the Holy Kingdom with him."

"The president is a decoy, then."

"Exactly. As expected of my wife."

Salman pinched his lovely wife’s cheek, then spoke with a determined expression.

"Originally, I planned on becoming the Sultan about fifty years from now... but the situation isn’t easy."

He had an intuitive feeling that his life ahead would be exhausting.

With the sudden rogue action of Setan’s leader, the Sultan, the world entered a new phase.

Normally, it was a matter that should not be spoken of carelessly, and the moment one did, they would easily be branded as a public enemy.

Therefore, while everyone was cautiously testing the waters, the Sultan went completely rogue, drawing all eyes to him.

Most people were simply waiting for the Holy Kingdom’s reaction. Everything would depend on how the Holy Kingdom responded.

Just as those who wanted to somehow exploit Grylls’s skyrocketing prestige or get a piece of the pie began to reveal themselves one by one...

"It is a dilemma."

The Heavenly Demon, Yoo So-wol, was harboring a different concern.

To others, it might have seemed like a trivial worry, but to her, it was anything but.

"Two heavens cannot exist under one sky. What am I to do?"

This was a dilemma that concerned not only Yoo So-wol, but the Heavenly Demon Cult as well.