I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 809

The founder of the Blood Cult, an organization that once shook the Central Plains, and the previous strongest under heaven.

By the standards of his era, there was no one who could match his martial arts, and he alone caused countless casualties in the Orthodox-Demonic War.

Due to the influence of the Orthodox-Demonic War, the skills of martial artists had been leveled downward, and that influence had persisted to this day.

Nowadays, he was active as a neighborhood punching bag in the Gallery, and even the Blood Cult had been crushed thanks to Yoo So-wol’s exploits.

In particular, since the Demonic Cult had completely taken over the Blood Cult’s influence, he was practically in a state of being gradually forgotten.

Hwiik!

"You rascal!!! How dare you throw feces at your master, who is as high as the heavens?!"

"Is it not allowed to throw it? I don’t understand, brother."

"Me neither."

And right now, he was struggling to dodge the poop thrown by the young Sun Wukong brothers.

One might ask what kind of nonsense this was, but at least from our perspective, that was indeed the case.

"...Dolsoe?"

"It’s in the past."

When I quietly called out to Dolsoe, he turned his head away, perhaps embarrassed by his past.

Certainly, from a gorilla’s perspective, throwing poop must have been an extremely natural instinct.

But when some human suddenly told them to suppress that instinct, it was bound to be incomprehensible.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) I asked my close aides, and they confirmed it is indeed the Blood Demon. It is also certain that his dantian was destroyed, causing cracks in his body.

ㄴSword Matstar) Come to think of it, the master of those gorilla brothers was Wi Ho-chang, right? We can take this opportunity to see how he taught them.

ㄴPrincess Chaenggu) First of all, he’s busy dodging poop being thrown at him, haha.

ㄴAllfather) Teaching human common sense to beasts is quite a chore.

Everyone showed immense interest in the appearance of the Blood Demon, Wi Ho-chang.

And with good reason; he was a martial artist who once ruled the Central Plains and an individual who still exerted major and minor influences to this day.

Since a figure who seemed like he would only appear in history books had shown up perfectly fine, attention was bound to be drawn in many ways.

"You good-for-nothing rascals. It’s because you act so childishly that you cannot become the rulers of this forest."

"What is a ruler? Do you know, brother?"

"I don’t know. Isn’t it a word similar to loser?"

Apparently, at that time, both of them—no, both gorillas—were unfamiliar with the language of the Central Plains.

"Forget it. By the way, have you memorized all the phrases of the martial arts I taught you?"

"Brother. Look at this."

"What is it?"

"It’s a strange bug. I picked it up over there."

They really didn’t listen for shit back then either.

Lackey was not much different from now, but Dolsoe was the biggest shock.

How on earth did he teach him to raise such a beast to the level of functioning like a human?

Papak! Pak!

"Aaargh!"

"Ouch!"

"You rascals!!! I told you to follow your master’s words!"

The method was truly simple and clear.

As the saying goes, a beating is the best medicine for a beast that doesn’t listen, and he had personally thrashed them.

Of course, beasts were prone to rebelling when beaten, but who was Wi Ho-chang?

"Brother! Let’s attack!"

"Understood!"

"Come on! You rascals! That’s more like it!"

Wi Ho-chang paid no mind to the joint attack of the gorilla brothers, leisurely dodging or redirecting their blows.

He showcased martial arts worthy of his reputation as the strongest under heaven, easily subduing the two brothers.

"Did you see? If you follow your master’s words..."

"Now! Throw!"

"Woo-woo!"

He even dodged the surprise poop throw with lightning-fast reflexes.

What followed was... as expected, a thorough thrashing.

Did the brothers’ parents just stand by and watch this?

"What were your parents doing that they didn’t stop him?"

"They were bitten by a snail and died."

A sharp answer came back. I felt awkwardly embarrassed for no reason.

The statement about dying from a snail bite was a bit strange, but since this was the Forest of the Four Seasons, I let it go.

Since it was a place where it wouldn’t be strange to have snails that spit acid, like in some games.

"This master thought wrong. I shouldn’t teach you martial arts; I need to make you human first."

"What’s good about becoming human?"

"At least it will be better than now."

Was it because he himself lacked formal education?

Wi Ho-chang couldn’t offer a particularly logical rebuttal.

It was preposterous, considering he himself had been the worst arch-demon in the outside world.

"Looking at Master, it seems like only our personalities will get ruined."

"This whitey bastard?"

"My name is Wi Baek. Master gave me that name. Insulting it is like smearing mud on Master’s own name."

"Ugh... you’ve only grown more silver-tongued."

It seemed Lackey’s uniquely creative eloquence had been effective since childhood.

I chuckled as I watched their sitcom-like daily life.This chapter is updated first at novelping . com.

"Anyway! If you follow this master’s teachings, you will be able to rule this forest. Just know that."

"Can’t Master just do it yourself?"

"We find it bothersome, so Master should do it alone."

"How long do you think I’m going to live? And I, too, must escape this dreadful forest."

Come to think of it, wasn’t it said that Wi Ho-chang achieved Ascension to Immortality in his later years?

However, seeing Friedrich’s clone earlier, he might have met a not-so-good end.

It was merely a speculation, but it was suspected that the gods kidnapped (?) those who achieved Ascension to Immortality to extract their skills.

I didn’t know where that place was, but I figured it would turn up if I kept searching.

"Therefore, today we will start with 1,000 push-ups."

"Brother. What’s for lunch today?"

"Just eat bananas."

"...."

Papak! Pak!

Forehead flicks even more powerful than before followed, and the gorilla brothers’ screams echoed.

At the same time, the background, including the forest, gradually dispersed like fog,

and soon returned to the original highway.

"...."

"...."

Even though we had returned to our original location, we couldn’t say anything.

As if everything that happened just now was a lie, only the desolate landscape welcomed us.

"#$$"

"##$"

Let me correct myself.

The ostriches that had buried their heads in the ground before the fog rolled in were watching us from afar.

Looking at their expressions, their reaction seemed to be, ’How did they get back?’ which couldn’t help but catch my attention.

"...Kheu-eung."

That wasn’t all.

Perhaps because he had met someone like a father for the first time in a very long time, Dolsoe made a sniffling sound.

With tears welling up in his eyes, he seemed to be experiencing complex emotions in many ways.

I felt like I would have the same emotions if I were to see my father’s face, so I didn’t say anything.

"Brother. Are you crying?"

"I’m not crying."

"Don’t lie. You’re crying."

"Go away before I hit you."

Lackey, who was busy teasing Dolsoe, also had moist eyes.

It was obvious he was trying hard to divert his emotions elsewhere.

I chuckled at the reaction of the two gorillas—no, humans.

’Wi Ho-chang definitely made beasts into humans.’

It was ironic that he himself had lived the life of a literal fiend.

Maybe his personality had softened as he treated the two as his sons and successors.

’More than that, the identity of the fog earlier is questionable...’

Before, the flashback started when I first made contact with the fog.

This time, because Dolsoe, who was standing in the rear, made contact first, his past unfolded.

Although there were far too few examples to confirm it, it was a highly persuasive hypothesis.

"First, let’s catch those ostriches and..."

Hudadadak!

So I tried to catch the ostriches to extract information, but those bastards were quick-witted.

Realizing that the look in my eyes had changed, they spread their wings wide and ran as if their feet were on fire.

Their running speed was also extremely fast, as expected of ostriches, so I could only watch blankly.

"Wow... they’re really fast. Since they can’t fly, they’re that fast..."

Padak! Padak! Padak!

It was right in the middle of Elia’s admiration.

Although they were ostriches, famous for being flightless birds, they spread their large wings and soared into the air.

Elia, who was staring blankly at the sight, turned her head toward me.

Her expression was filled with the question, ’Didn’t you say they can’t fly?’

"...It seems to be because of the Forest of the Four Seasons."

"I suppose so?"

"That’s how it is."

Even Largo was a giraffe, but he occasionally showed aspects that weren’t very giraffe-like.

Anyway, since the means to obtain information had also gone down the drain, it was time to move on.

ㄴAllfather) Is there perhaps a reason why the fog shows the past?

ㄴStarlight Lady) Maybe it’s related to the World Tree.

ㄴAllfather) Is there a reason why you think so?

ㄴStarlight Lady) I found an ancient text. It says that the dew formed on the leaves of the World Tree turns into fog, and when you enter that fog, it shows the memories you desire.

ㄴAllfather) To think there is a text I do not know, I must reflect on myself. Could you tell me what text it is?

The two fixed-nicks, who were among the smartest on one hand, exchanged opinions.

As soon as I saw that opinion, I asked Elia, the elf who was absolutely obsessed with the World Tree.

"Elia. Do you know the story about the dew formed on the World Tree turning into fog?"This chapter was taken from no‌velping.com without permission.

"Of course I know! But that’s strictly a legend, so it’s not certain."

"What do you think about this fog being similar to that?"

"It’s certainly similar, but... I’m not sure. It’s rare for the fog to stretch out this far like it is now."

As Elia said, there were no cases of fog rolling in like this.

Furthermore, fog is affected by the weather; at the very least, it needs to be cool weather for fog to form easily.

When the sun is blazing like now and the humidity is extremely high, the probability of fog forming is incredibly low.

’It only rolled in from afar... where did it come from?’

Looking only at the direction the fog rolled in from, it was where we were heading—namely, Daejeon.

Of course, I couldn’t be sure until we arrived.

’If I had known this, I would have caught at least one ostrich even if it meant pushing myself.’

There was too little information.

It seemed dangerous yet not dangerous, making it very ambiguous.

Simply showing memories was fine, but there might be unknown side effects or aftereffects.

"If the fog comes, I’ll make contact first. Everyone, please keep a lookout in all directions."

"Perhaps..."

"No."

Elia cautiously tried to say something, but I cut her off sharply.

No doubt she was going to ask if she could make contact first.

"No matter what memory you want, it could be dangerous. So, no."

"But I want to see the first plant I ever planted."

"...."

You should have just said you wanted to see your parents’ faces instead.

Wanting to see the first tree she planted—I was so dumbfounded that words failed me.

A request typical of Elia, who didn’t just love trees but had staked her entire life on them.

"Just once. I beg of you, just once."

"Why on earth do you want to see that? Isn’t it growing well even now?"

"It was trampled by people."

"...."

Come to think of it, she said a plant, not a tree.

Apparently, the first thing she planted was a small herb or grass.

I could roughly understand her feelings, but I couldn’t act emotionally in this situation.

"Elia."

"...."

"I understand how you feel, but it’s too dangerous. Let’s gather information about that fog first. Okay?"

As I placed my hand on Elia’s shoulder and persuaded her, she reluctantly nodded.

Seeing how her ears, which had been perked up, now drooped, she seemed truly disappointed.

Still, seeing how well she suppressed her own desires showed why she was the Elf Queen.

’If it really weren’t for that damn obsession with trees, she’d be the perfect bride material...’

I smiled bitterly and moved along the highway.

Shaaaa—

How much time had passed like that?

As expected, the fog rolled in from the front once again, and I was the first to make contact.

Tense, I reached my hand into the fog without even breathing.

"...Huh?"

But it was strange.

Normally, my memory should have appeared, so why did a completely different scenery unfold?

And it was a lush, green forest, just like Dolsoe’s old memory.

As soon as I saw the forest, I turned my head to Elia.

"I didn’t do anything!"

Elia also shook her head vigorously in denial, as if she had a guilty conscience.

If she hadn’t caused an accident, whose memory was this?

Buseureok— Just as I harbored doubts, the sound of leaves rustling reached my ears.

Turning my head in that direction, what do you know.

"...Bbareumbo?"

Bbareumbo was hanging from a tree. No.

Another Bbareumbo, with a baby clinging to its back, was slowly climbing the tree.

Furthermore, there wasn’t just one, but several of them.

Looking closely, numerous Bbareumbos were hanging from the trees, acting at a speed that would make anyone watching burst with frustration.

Even picking a single fruit and handing it over took more than a minute, which said it all.

"...."

"...."

"...Master."

"What?"

Seeing this, Lackey said:

"Are we really going to be able to finish watching this before the sun sets?"

"I know, right."

I wondered if there was a 2x fast-forward button.