I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 646

The wild operates strictly on the law of the jungle.

A place where the strong devour the weak, and the being at the top of the food chain rules over everything.

It is an incredibly harsh place, and unlike in civilization, if they judge their own kind to be beyond saving, they will cold-heartedly abandon them.

Even if it is their own offspring. The anecdote of a mother holding back tears as she abandons her cub that lost its leg is famous.

A certain scholar once said that the beginning of civilization is a broken leg bone that has healed.

Such an incomparably harsh place was the wild, and the Forest of the Four Seasons was no different.

A region where herbivores frequently defeat carnivores, and small animals are far more dangerous than large ones.

Even for a predator, a single slip-up frequently meant death, so one could never let their guard down.

There was no need to explain separately how strong the ’ruler’ in charge of a certain territory in such a place would be.

Monsters that, let alone their weight class, had mastered their own unique skills to the point where they could withstand several mistakes even if they let their guard down.

However, there were also quite a few rulers whose unique abilities were tricky but whose weight class wasn’t particularly high.

No matter how much it was the Forest of the Four Seasons, cases where the ’birth’ itself was outstanding like a dragon or Nidhogg were rare.

Although there were cases like spiritual beasts, even they could only pale in comparison to those two.

Furthermore, weight class also belongs to talent. There was no such thing as mana filling up just by breathing like a certain someone, or pulling a floating island just by working hard at calisthenics.

If this were possible, all the animals inhabiting the Forest of the Four Seasons would have run wild like Heracles of Greek and Roman mythology.

But they say the world is wide, and there are many strange existences.

"That’s why I told you to move out of the way. How nice would it have been if you’d just listened?"

"Kkuak..."

"I won’t kill you. If this area gets weird for no reason, it’ll affect us too."

Would you believe it if a human who wouldn’t be out of place being called the incarnation of Heracles was wreaking havoc in the Forest of the Four Seasons?

An existence that wouldn’t be out of place being called a destroyer, going beyond a mere ecological invasive species.

That existence was currently giving a lecture to a bird with a swollen face kneeling before him.

It was a bird as massive as an ostrich, but its entire body glowed in various colors, making it extremely beautiful.

However, apart from its appearance, its personality was incomparably ferocious, and there was even blood smeared around its beak.

Meaning it ate meat, not grass. Right now, that was meaningless.

"Master. These feathers are as hard as steel."

"I should use them as fletching for arrows later. You aren’t hurt anywhere, are you?"

"Worry about the ones stuck in your own body rather than me, Master."

The ostrich-sized bird could not understand the current situation. Who was it?

Was it not the king and ruler commanding all the birds in this vicinity?

If a bird’s song annoyed it, it would fire its feathers to kill it instantly.

If there was a nest it liked, it would lay its eggs there and make it its own.

Thus, this forest was where it had hatched countless chicks and built its own kingdom.

But then, suddenly one day, a ruler of another territory from a place far away from here paid a visit.

That ruler said he had absolutely no intention of occupying this place and just wanted to pass through.

The bird snorted. It was an absurd claim, and nonsense that ignored it, the ruler of the territory.

Therefore, it had intended to seize the upper hand by either devouring the ruler or devouring his subordinates.

"I think this is poisoned? What kind of bird has poison in its feathers?"

"Master’s skin turned purple."

"How about now?"

"It’s completely healed. Master, are you really human?"

"Do you know of the Immunity to All Poisons? I’m at that level right now."

...Until it was beaten like a dog on a hot summer day.

No matter how much it thought, it couldn’t understand.

Since it was born a bird, its durability was weak, but its feathers were harder than rock.

Yet those feathers fell off in heaps from fist strikes, and were all sliced apart by a big, beautiful sword.

It was beyond baffling, to the point where cognitive dissonance was inevitable.

The opponent even ignored the poison. No, rather than ignoring it, he seemed to have gained immunity in real-time.

When was the last time it had been so overwhelmingly defeated? There was only that time when it had ignorantly invaded the sky and been beaten by a three-legged bird.

What on earth was this being disguised as an animal? What kind of bastard was he to be so overwhelmingly powerful?

"This guy is probably the weakest among them, right?"

"It’s just that you are ridiculously strong, Master. This guy is also on the stronger side."

"Dolsoe. If you and this guy fight, who wins?"

"In the past, I would have struggled, but now I would win."

Looking closely, the ruler’s subordinates were also extraordinary.

Because individually, they were beings that wouldn’t be out of place ruling a territory.

To think he was an existence traveling while commanding such a group. The bird realized too late whom it had picked a fight with.Get faster updates on novelping dot com.

"Chureureup."

"Kiik?!"

"Wonmo. That’s not food."

As Wonmo approached while licking his lips, the bird couldn’t help but gasp in horror.

How insignificant must it have been for him to not even eat it himself, but instead offer it to his cub?

Fortunately, the ruler stopped him, otherwise it would have met a humiliating end to its life.

"Hey, friend. Come here for a second."

Having finished the education, the ruler Grylls gestured with his hand and ordered the bird.

The bird startled and hesitantly approached. Its entire body ached, but it barely endured.

As a ruler in charge of a part of the Forest of the Four Seasons, its intelligence was also high. If its intelligence had been low, it wouldn’t have even ’surrendered’.

"This is you, right?"

"...Kkuak?"

The bird peered closely at the map Grylls showed it. Some drawing was sketched on it.

What Grylls pointed to was a drawing depicting itself. Zoologists say that if an animal recognizes itself in a mirror, its intelligence is extremely high.

And since the bird was also highly intelligent, it realized the drawing was pointing to itself.

"Kkuaak. Kkuak."

"It seems to be me. Who told you?"

"A mole told me."

The bird immediately recognized who the mole Grylls mentioned was. The fellow who visited its nest at certain intervals.

Normally, it wouldn’t have been strange to eat him, but it let him be because he occasionally gave rare food.

Moreover, the tool the mole pulled out when threatening was unusual, so it let it slide out of sheer discomfort.

"I need to go all the way here, you see? And I met you along the way. That means the next guy I need to see is this fellow."

Grylls pointed to a drawing of a straight-stretching tree on the map.

A tree with a vividly drawn facial expression, as if it were a living creature.

The bird immediately recognized what kind of existence this tree was. It was the guy sharing a border with its territory.

"Kkuaak. Kkuak."

"It knows. It says you should go that way."

So it immediately pointed out the location. To quickly send this thug far away.

Besides, it thought it could screw over the guy who usually annoyed it.

Also, only when the monster in front of it left quickly could it live in peace.

"Really? Thanks. If you’re lying, tonight’s dinner is going to be you."

"Hiiiiik!"

"Master. A fully grown bird will be tough and tasteless."

"Ah. Is that so? Then we can just extract its Inner Core."

Grylls’s party casually had a conversation that gave goosebumps just by listening.

It was a conversation history that showed how many lives they had killed, and how many lives they had eaten.

From the bird’s perspective, it was no different from a bolt from the blue. Therefore, it prayed for them to leave quickly.

"I’ll see you again... actually, probably not. Anyway, take care."

"Kku, kkuaak..."

"What a nice friend."

It’s not a nice friend; you made it nice. The bird sent Grylls off while trembling its wings.

Only after Grylls had completely disappeared did it breathe a sigh of relief.

"Kkuaaaa..."

The bird considered itself lucky.

That the crazy bastard wasn’t the guy in the territory right next to its own.

The region they entered after passing the territory ruled by the massive bird was a place where trees were exceptionally dense.

To explain in more detail, rather than simply dense, it was tangled like a spiderweb.

Perhaps because of that, it was extremely difficult for the massive Cain and Largo to pass through.

So, what did they do?

"Now, now. Everyone, duck your heads."

Kwadudeudeuk!!!

Deciding to create a path myself, I destroyed all the difficult-to-pass areas with my sword.

It wasn’t even a simple slash. I struck with the flat of the blade to swing the sword like a bat.

Thanks to that, the trees tangled like spiderwebs collapsed in heaps, and a very clean path was completed.

ㄴPassing Dwarf) Wow. That feels so satisfying lol

ㄴHeavenly Demon) That is a magnificent strike.

ㄴAllfather) Grylls-nim is probably the only person who travels while destroying the Forest of the Four Seasons.New chapters come out on novelping . com first.

ㄴSuspiciously...) He hits much better than the batter of the team I support.

ㄴSmart Demon) If he played baseball, wouldn’t the stadium fly away?

The fixed-handle users also marveled at my amazing strike. And for good reason, as it was a method more effective than most bulldozers.

Of course, there was the drawback that only I could do it, but let’s gloss over that.

Kkumul-kkumul—

Above all, even if I smashed all the trees, they quickly grew back little by little.

It seemed the entire area had strong vitality, or the trees were strange.

Even the trees at my house completely regenerated after a month, but this was even worse.

Growing while squirming like a decapitated Hydra, it was quite bizarre even for a tree.

’Should I just burn it all down with fire?’

I almost had a scary thought for a moment, but I suppressed it with effort and moved forward.

Since the owner of this territory was also a tree, provoking it from the start might make things annoying.

The bird earlier was relatively easy because it was ’only’ in charge of the territory, but if it’s like the Black Forest I visited in the past where it controls the entire area, it becomes a headache.

To put it another way, couldn’t tree roots burst from the ground and attack us?

Well, I’ve already provoked it from the moment I destroyed the trees, but let’s gloss over that.

Kwadudeuk! Kwadudeuk!

I moved forward while destroying all the trees blocking our path.

Anyway, most of the paths we passed had already completed regeneration and were blocked. It didn’t matter if I smashed them to my heart’s content.

But provocation is provocation. Did the ruler of this territory not like my actions?

Seureureureuk—

As I tried to smash the trees again, it began to clear a path itself.

The stems tangled like spiderwebs parted on their own, stepping aside to both sides like the Miracle of Moses.

They were clearly trees whose roots should be fixed, yet they cleared the path on their own, which was somewhat bizarre.

"It feels like it is guiding us, Master."

"Indeed. Just in case, let’s prepare for battle first."

It wasn’t clear whether it was trying to let us pass or lure us in.

Expecting kindness in the Forest of the Four Seasons was absurd, so it was always right to be prepared.

Thus, walking along the path the trees had cleared themselves, we reached a massive clearing.

In the center of that clearing stood a single straight tree, just like the drawing the mole had sketched.

It looked like an ordinary tree on the outside, but...

’...It really has a face?’

If the branches and lush leaves were considered the head, a face was embedded in the trunk right below them.

A face that seemed to have existed originally, not something carved by someone.

"...."

That face slowly began to open its quietly closed eyes.

Surprisingly, did it not have pupils like a human? That made it feel even more bizarre.

"Ahhh..."

Soon, the face wriggled and began to imitate a human.

A tree with an appearance resembling an old man due to the rough texture characteristic of wood.

"Ahhhhh..."

That tree made a strange sound, and then...

Chwareureureuk!

As if thanking us for providing daily bread, it stretched its vines toward us.

"Lackey!"

"@$%!"

I knew it. I called Lackey.

At this, Lackey cast a spell and threw a large fire at the same time.

That trees are weak to fire is extremely common sense, and...

"Ha-um."

"?!"

True to the Forest of the Four Seasons, it showed a scene that lightly shattered that common sense.

It swallowed the flame Lackey fired whole. Just as I was dumbfounded by this...

Hwareureureuk!

Flames began to surge from the vines stretched toward us.

"What the fuck."

A fire-attribute tree.

Does this even make sense?