I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 664

Taming the helicopter that transformed into a robot wasn’t particularly difficult.

Its formidable firepower was slightly concerning, but if that firepower didn’t work, close-quarters combat was all it had left.

And I was confident in close-quarters combat, especially preferring larger opponents.

Because if they were massive, it was difficult for them to even track my movements with their eyes. Besides, most of them couldn’t predict my physical strength and ended up utterly flustered.

"I don’t understand how you fight so well here but completely mess up during our spars. Master is definitely a mutant."

"Hearing a talking gorilla call me a mutant feels really weird."

"I am no longer a gorilla, but a human."

There was nothing wrong with Lackey’s words. It was true that I actually messed up during our spars.

In the first place, sparring was about facing each other with pure technique rather than raw strength, so it couldn’t be helped that I struggled.

’I’ve been too busy just trying to master what Ludwig taught me.’

What I learned from Ludwig was swordsmanship and various other weapon arts, hand-to-hand combat, and wrestling. That was it.

I had only grasped the absolute basics of swordsmanship and weapon arts, while hand-to-hand combat and wrestling were more about preparation than mastery.

Especially wrestling—no joke, it was at the level of ’if you don’t know it, you die,’ making it practically essential.

’Though I only learned it because of Dolsoe...’

Funnily enough, I ended up using wrestling techniques on a robot. From tackling to forcing it to the ground.

I applied the techniques in a bizarre way, but since it succeeded anyway, let’s move on.

[So, what do you plan to do now?]

"Hmm..."

More important than that was the state of the helicopter. The guy who had been thoroughly beaten... no, slammed and thrown down by me.

But was that the problem? The helicopter’s state was quite strange.

"We should take this with us for now, right?"

[No matter how I look at it, it just looks like a briefcase.]

At some point, it had shrunk its own size and transformed into a form resembling a briefcase.

Static crackled in its voice, as if to show it was breaking every time it got slammed.

Even so, it didn’t stop resisting, so I didn’t stop beating it until its voice cut out.

The result of that was the briefcase right in front of me. Along with the words that it was entering a stabilization state, it had transformed by shrinking its own body.

ㄴAllfather) It is truly fascinating. For such a massive body to become this small.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) Can steel also utilize the Bone Shrinking Art and the Muscle Tendon Change Classic?

ㄴSmart Demon) Do you really think so?;; Think logically, please.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) Your words, telling me to apply common sense to the Forest of the Four Seasons, sound even more foolish.

ㄴSmart Demon) Fuck, if it weren’t for the Forest of the Four Seasons, my words would be common sense.

ㄴPassing Dwarf) That human himself is already far from common sense, so what did you expect?

ㄴStarlight Lady) But can you even lift that? The volume has decreased, but unless special measures are taken, the weight usually remains the same.

More important than that was Starlight Lady’s comment. The fact that even if the volume decreases, the mass remains the same.

Even with the emergence of mana in the world, absolute laws themselves do not change, and the Law of Conservation of Mass is no exception.

"Ngggh...!"

"Can’t lift it?"

"I can’t lift it..."

It was a military helicopter equipped with all kinds of armaments. Naturally, its weight had to be terrifying.

When Lackey, as well as Dolsoe and Cain, said they couldn’t lift it, I stepped forward myself.

Fortunately, the handle area wasn’t narrow but quite spacious, allowing me to lift it with both hands instead of just one.

"Hup!"

Inhaling deeply, I lifted the briefcase. A heavy sensation traveled up my arms.

My muscles twitched. The veins in my forearms bulged tautly, and my shoulders creaked as they tensed up.

At first, it felt merely heavy, but the moment I exerted force, it felt as if the world itself was sinking downward.

In the end, lifting it with my bare body was practically impossible, so I had no choice but to mobilize my mana.

Thus, I barely managed to lift the briefcase. I could roughly tell what it felt like.

’It feels like the cement bags the older worker gave me back when I did manual labor.’

It wasn’t even just one bag, but two. Since I carried them on my shoulders, transporting them wasn’t hard, but I was aching all over the next day.

If I were to put this briefcase on my back right now, it would feel exactly like that. Transporting it wasn’t impossible.

It was just that the future looked bleak when I thought about having to travel that incredibly long distance.

Kung! Ujikeun!

When I set the briefcase down roughly, the ground cracked with a loud noise.

I stared at it, then looked around at my companions and spoke.

"It’s doable. Though it feels like we’ll have to walk with the mindset of marching with full military gear."

"Master. I do not know what military gear or marching is."

"I don’t know either."

"It just means walking to our destination while carrying an extremely heavy load."

The problem was that it would take at least a week to reach Lucas’s flagship.

Since the car was wrecked, our only means of transportation was on foot.

"It’ll be good exercise, wouldn’t it?"

[Stop talking nonsense and find a way to reduce its weight first. Seeing as it’s in a briefcase format, there must be a way to make it lighter.]

Cain dismissed my joke as nonsense. Knowing it was indeed nonsense, I couldn’t refute him.

I had heard that there was actually magic to reduce weight. The problem was that it was an extremely high-performance magic.

It was magic that controlled gravity, of all things, and it was doubtful whether it would be applied to just this small briefcase.

’Should I try putting mana into it first?’

I fiddled with the briefcase here and there, then quietly injected mana into it. Lucas had mentioned it before.

Even if it was an old model, I heard its energy was supplied by mana. So, I just needed to inject my mana to replenish its energy.

The only problem was that this guy might run wild again, but in that case, I could just subdue it once more.

Uuuung!

As I carefully channeled mana into it, light seeped out from the surface of the briefcase.

It looked as if the mana was flowing along the installed electrical circuits. After a moment, the light went out, and a familiar voice flowed out.

[Activating weight control device.]

The moment those words ended, I slowly lifted the briefcase. Amazingly, it had become as light as an ordinary briefcase.This chapter was copied from novelping(.)com without permission.

Thanks to that, I realized once again how incredible Earth’s technology was.

’Then, how do I transform this back into a helicopter?’

Reducing the weight was a success, but the next part was the problem. What do I have to press to make it transform into a helicopter?

So, with the feeling of opening it, I released the locking mechanism of the briefcase and opened it up.

Cheolkeok! Cheolkeok!

Amazingly, as soon as the briefcase was opened, it began to return to its original form.

The sight of that tiny briefcase transforming into a massive helicopter... honestly, I couldn’t help but be in awe.

I couldn’t watch it properly earlier because of the battle, but now, it should be fine to quietly admire it.

"Cain-ssi."

[Speak.]

"It’s a bit awkward saying this myself, but don’t you think the ancient gods really knew what style was?"

[I even feel a sense of religious devotion.]

What absolute perverts.

I liked it too.

ㄴPassing Dwarf) Is it possible that Lord Lucas’s brewery also transforms like that?

ㄴAllfather) What do you mean?

ㄴPassing Dwarf) Didn’t he hide it himself? He had to hide it somehow, so wouldn’t he have reduced its volume?

ㄴAllfather) Oh... That is a very reasonable opinion. If so, it might make it even harder to find.

Lucas was definitely the kind of person who would do that. He was such a drunkard that he even built a secret brewery just to drink alcohol, despite the Chief God himself issuing a prohibition order.

If they were to search for it in Mountain later, wouldn’t they have a pretty hard time? Thinking so, I looked at the helicopter, which had finished its transformation.

"But how do we turn this back into a briefcase?"

"Can’t we just beat it up like earlier?"

Teong! Teong!

Hearing Lackey’s words, I tapped the helicopter roughly. Unfortunately, there was no reaction.

Wondering if the control was in the cockpit, the moment I opened the cockpit door—

Dudududududu!!!

Out of nowhere, the helicopter’s propeller began to rotate fiercely. Startled, I looked up.

Not only the propeller, but even the engine sound echoed like a ship’s horn. The moment the question ’Why on earth?’ crossed my mind—

[The reason I stayed still was...]

It was definitely the voice of the AI, which had been quiet until just now.

As if it had been waiting for this exact moment, the voice muttered softly, and then—

[It was merely an operation to obtain mana!]

"This little shit?!"

To think it’s already playing tricks, what kind of AI is this?

Regardless of my panic, the guy soared high into the sky. Fortunately, since it was a helicopter, it took some time to take off.

Moreover, perhaps because it was taking off after a long time, its output wasn’t very high either. What did this mean?

"Where do you think you’re going!"

I grabbed the railing at the bottom of the helicopter and forcibly pulled it down. Since the engine wasn’t fully running, it wasn’t that difficult.

Furthermore, my muscles hadn’t rested since lifting the briefcase earlier. There was no need for a warm-up.

At that, the helicopter tilted heavily and lost its balance. The guy seemed quite flustered as well.

Fortunately, knowing that it would also suffer if the propeller broke, it hastily regained its balance.

[Let go of this!]

"Shut up! Lackey! Get inside the cockpit and force the engine to shut down!"

No matter how advanced an AI was, it could never beat manual override.

Furthermore, the guy had already lost its own defensive capabilities.

I didn’t know the reason why it wasn’t transforming into a robot, but perhaps it was because doing so consumed too much mana.

Or maybe some crucial part had broken when I slammed it earlier.

[I am free! No one can stop me!]

"Haven’t you found it yet?!"

"W-Wait! It’s my first time, so I’m confused!"

Lackey, who had entered the cockpit, looked around with a panicked face. I waited patiently without letting up the strength in my arms.

Soon after, Lackey fiddled with a few spots, and the propeller’s rotation speed rapidly decreased. He had done it.

This is exactly why you need someone smart around. Before long, the helicopter landed roughly on the ground.

"Phew... Did you turn off the AI too?"

"There was a key to switch to manual control, so I pressed it."

[Kuh... Why... Why!]

The AI vented its frustration. It was my first time seeing an AI with emotions rich enough to rival Cain’s.

Well, Lucas would probably handle this well on his own. He might even transfer it to somewhere other than the helicopter.

"Can’t we turn this back into a briefcase?"

[If you hand over control to me...]

"Shut up, machine. You don’t have human rights."

[My goodness...! How could you make such a vicious statement...!]

I said a word because it was trying to pull a fast one, and it responded with shock. But it’s true that it doesn’t have human rights since it’s a machine.

[Hang in there. You’ll get used to it gradually.]

"No, why are you empathizing with it?"

[Just think about what you did to me.]

"Mmh."

ㄴPassing Dwarf) That thing is the Chief God?

ㄴPraise the Sun) For real, lol.

I had nothing to say. Since I had teased him a lot normally, I should stay quiet for a while.

Anyway, now that the helicopter was subdued, it was time to pilot it ourselves.

I wanted to turn it back into a briefcase, but I didn’t know what tricks this bastard might pull.

In the end, the fact remained that Lackey had to operate it manually. I sat in the passenger seat and looked around the interior.This chapter was copied from novelping . com without permission.

All sorts of complicated buttons and devices were scattered around. I couldn’t understand them even by looking.

"What is this red button? Missile launch?"

[I highly recommend pressing it once.]

"I won’t press it."

I didn’t press it because its intentions were too obvious. Then I asked Lackey.

Lackey seemed unable to remember for a moment, thinking deeply, before soon answering with an "Ah!".

"This is the transformation button. I saw it in a book."

"If I press this, it transforms into that robot from earlier, right?"

"Correct."

"And I can pilot it directly?"

"You can pilot it, but it’s more like fighting alongside this guy."

That has its own kind of romance. What on earth did they build?

I gave up immediately and just had him pilot it. At that, Lackey began to fiddle with various things very skillfully.

As the propeller rotated roughly, the interior was filled with noise. It was so loud that voices could barely be heard.

"Master. Wear this. We speak through this."

Having memorized the book thoroughly, Lackey handed me a pair of headphones.

The same went for the passengers in the back. It seemed they were exchanging conversations through headphones due to the noise.

"You can do this well, right?"

"If I can’t, we die, Master. Pray that I do well."

"...."

Since it was true, I couldn’t refute it. I chuckled and entrusted myself to Lackey’s piloting.

Soon, the helicopter began to soar high. The sensation of floating up into the air spread throughout my entire body.

’It feels somewhat familiar.’

Perhaps because of the dream I had last time. It wasn’t unfamiliar, but rather an accustomed sensation.

I stared at the ground slowly receding, then instructed Lackey.

"Let’s go to the Lizardman village. There should be a few spots suitable for landing."

"Understood."

Lackey returned to the Lizardman village according to my instructions.

If we had walked back, it would have taken quite some time, but with a helicopter, it was much faster.

Thus, the party returned to the Lizardman village in less than ten minutes.

Perhaps because they had been notified in advance, the Lizardmen did not cause a fuss even at the appearance of the helicopter.

"Ssasas sabuna saeheureuha!"

"It roughly translates to ’the great warrior has arrived,’ right?"

"Correct."

Naturally, we received an unprecedented welcome. Honestly, I didn’t care much.

More important than that was how they had tamed the wyverns.

The answer to this was surprisingly simple.

"Ssasaru sauno sosa."

Roughly translated, there was a flower that the wyverns liked. If you stir-fry that flower and meat together, it could be used as feed, or something like that.

To be precise, it was closer to the idea that stir-frying the flower and meat transformed them into a food that wyverns loved.

ㄴAllfather) I must conduct an experiment! This will surely bring about a great revolution in the world!

ㄴSword Matstar) Sounds like something the military would try first.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) I believe a few flying dragons live near the Divine Cult... This will be interesting.

ㄴSmart Demon) I can’t call it a strange idea. It actually has a pretty high feasibility.

Everyone was clamoring to experiment. At this rate, wouldn’t Wyvern Riders be born in the outside world as well?

Well, that aside, now all that was left was to return.

The Lizardman chief said we could stay longer, but I politely declined.

’It’s just too burdensome.’

It wasn’t that the hospitality was burdensome, but the way they looked at me was too overwhelming.

If it were just excessive guest hospitality like other nomads, it would be fine, but in typical Lizardman fashion, they said they wanted to take one of my limbs.

Still, feeling a bit bad about giving them absolutely nothing, I clipped my fingernails and toenails and handed them over. They were delighted with just that.

Tududududu!

Before long, the helicopter slowly took off, starting to move away from the ground.

I waved my hand to the Lizardmen as if to say goodbye. Now, all that was left was to return to Lucas’s flagship.

"None of you get motion sickness, right?"

[I am fine, but...]

When I turned around and asked, Cain replied while pointing to the side.

Looking to the side, I saw Dolsoe completely frozen. His eyes were wide open, a look of sheer terror on his face.

"Dolsoe. Are you scared?"

"It’s nothing like that."

"If you’re scared, you can just say you’re scared."

"One avoids poop because it’s dirty, not because they’re afraid of it."

That’s not really the metaphor to use in this situation. Chuckling, I turned my head back to the front.

No. To be precise, I was about to turn it.

"...What is that?"

Until I caught sight of the crowd chasing us from behind in the sky.

At first, I thought they were just passing birds, but as they drew closer, I realized.

-Kieeeeeek!

It was wyverns. And they were Wyvern Riders, carrying Lizardmen on their backs.

’Did they come to send us off?’

That question lasted only a moment.

Hwareureuk!

A massive fireball was spat from the wyvern’s maw.