I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 817

The dragons of the Mythological Era were defeated in the war against the gods and exiled to the Forest of the Four Seasons.

I understood that beyond simply being exiled, they were even told to build a civilization and society there.

However, that was only the surface story; there were actually many factions among the dragons who were favorable toward the gods.

As an example, wasn’t there Gerdi, who was currently farming in leisurely peace?

The problem was that Aragon, not Aris, had stabbed them in the back, causing even that faction to be trapped.

Therefore, while any dragon would normally curse Aragon as an evil god, Miren was not doing so.

"So the reason Aris is an evil god is because she trapped you in the fog?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me what kind of story it is? I’m a bit curious."

"It’s also a story I heard from the Elders."

To summarize it briefly, it went like this:

Aris had made a promise with Miren’s ancestors, but she broke that promise and trapped them in the fog.

They had heard this from the Elders, and all the residents of the lower town firmly believed that story.

’But all of that is actually related to Aragon?’

The only thing was that the target of their blame was completely wrong.

As my doubts grew, I asked about Aragon as well.

"Then do you also know about Aragon?"

"Aragon? Of course I know him. He’s Aris’s twin brother and the God of Magic who spread the fog."

"It seems you view Aragon in a positive light."

"Of course. Unlike the betrayer Aris, Aragon-nim has only brought us good influences. Furthermore, the magic we use now was also passed down to us by Aragon-nim."

That was certainly a statement that would make Asella foam at the mouth if she heard it.

No, actually. She might already be foaming at the mouth and flying into a wild rage.

Since she was a devout cleric whose faith in Aris was absolute, I didn’t even need to see it to know.

"By any chance, have you ever heard of the Chief God?"

It was right around the time I was imagining Asella having a fit.

Elia, who had been listening to the conversation, mentioned the Chief God.

Since information about the twin sibling gods had come up, there would naturally be some about the Chief God as well.

"The Chief God? There’s a god like that too?"

"Huh? You don’t know?"

"The only ones the Elders taught us about are Aris and Aragon-nim."

Just how on earth did they teach them mythology for it to be distorted like this?

Perhaps Elia felt similarly, as she asked in a slightly flustered voice.

"Are there perhaps no books in the village?"

"How could there not be? If you just rummage through the fog a little bit, books are what you find."

"A long time ago, the Elders said that there were many casualties while moving books from a large library."

"Didn’t they say there are still a lot of books left there?"

"They said they left them behind because they weren’t very useful."

Hearing our conversation, Miren’s companions each chimed in with a word or two.

Even if it was a library, most of it would probably be written in Hangul, so it wouldn’t have much meaning to them.

Therefore, there was a very high probability that they had made the books themselves, and even those might have been distorted.

’Just how long has it been since Aris and Aragon vanished...?’

The time when the two gods vanished was almost identical.

Since Aris had neutralized Aragon and then closed her eyes to recover herself.

Considering the point when the prophecies toward the Holy Kingdom ceased, it was certain that a very long time had passed.

However, I wasn’t sure about the recent prophecies, but coincidentally, they aligned almost perfectly with the time I woke up.

"Grylls-nim. It seems that village is..."

Elia, who felt that things were beyond strange and actually suspicious, spoke cautiously.

I, too, harbored doubts about the state of the village, which was practically like a Galapagos.

If they had known nothing at all or if their common sense had simply been different, I would have just thought they had built an independent civilization like the Hobgoblins or Lizardmen.

But it wasn’t that they knew vaguely; it was completely ’distorted,’ which was highly significant in many ways.

"By the way, does the outside world worship Aris as a good deity instead of an evil one?"

"Yes. She is a good deity."

"That’s fascinating. She’s an evil deity to us, but the outside world treats her as a good one."

"Do you not feel any resentment?"

To be honest, it wouldn’t be strange even if they did feel resentment.

Even if it was somewhat distorted, the fact that the gods had trapped the dragons was an undeniable truth.

Therefore, it wasn’t particularly strange for their descendants to harbor resentment.

The only problem was that their resentment was focused solely on Aris.

"I’m not really sure. We were taught that way, but I find it easier to just think that outsiders were taught incorrectly."

└ Don’t Abandon the Hero: You guys are the ones who were taught incorrectly!

I lightly ignored Asella’s floating shout.

Brainwashing is truly a terrifying thing.

Because it leaves you in a state where you don’t even know what you did wrong or what you don’t know.

Not to mention, since this was a fog no different from a Galapagos, that aspect would only be stronger.

Even if outsiders continuously flowed in, changing what was wrong would be difficult.

’Because they can just exile any outsider who tries to change something.’

Although they claimed to exile most of them for being selfish, it was highly likely that their true intentions were completely different.The source of this chapter is novelping . com.

Especially since most of those who entered the Forest of the Four Seasons were serious criminals.

In the end, there was no choice but to enter the village directly and check.

"By the way, what kind of place is the village?"

So I became curious about what we should do once we entered the village.

For now, the villagers were basically friendly, but I didn’t know about the ’Elders.’

Since they were strongly suspected to be Manatology, there was no telling how they would react the moment they saw us.

"Our village is a really fun place. According to what I heard from the Elders, they rebuilt it based on a place that was famous in the past."

"Is there anything we should be careful of?"

"Something to be careful of... Well, since you’re from the outside, you might not know. Everyone is friendly, but you shouldn’t hit people if you can help it."

"That’s common sense on the outside too."

"Outsiders always try to solve everything with force, without exception. Even that Gu-chil ahjussi threw a fit at first before the Elders subdued him."

"...."

I had nothing to say.

As I just mentioned, most of the people who came to the Forest of the Four Seasons were of poor character.

Therefore, they would try to solve things with force or think lightly of harming others.

"We aren’t those kinds of people, so don’t worry."

"I can trust you, right?"

"Yes."

"Don’t deceive an innocent person, Master."

"Quiet."

Was he having fun because Miren couldn’t understand him if he spoke in Korean?

Lackey kept heckling me from the side, but I brushed it off.

Since there was no way Miren could understand Korean anyway.

’By the way, didn’t they say they raided a library earlier? Most of the books there should be written in Hangul.’

Suddenly, that question occurred to me, so I asked.

"What kind of script do you use? You said you procured books from the library earlier, so do you use the language of that place?"

"We only use the script, and only the Elders speak the language."

"You only use the script?"

"Yes."

It was a truly ironic story.

The Chief God hadn’t taught Hangul to his subordinates, yet the descendants of his enemies were the ones using it.

After a brief moment of feeling strange, I gathered more information about the Elders.

"Just what kind of people are these Elders?"

"They are the ones who laid the foundation of our village from the past until now. They know all the languages of the world and have passed down various kinds of knowledge to us."

"How long have they lived?"

"I’m not really sure. We just know they’ve lived for a very long time."

I was increasingly getting the feeling that they were indeed Manatology.

One of the characteristics of Manatology is an abnormally long lifespan.

If there was something even more important than that, it was their form.

Most of the Manatology entities I had encountered so far possessed hideous appearances.

"Have you ever met the Elders? What do they look like?"

"They look normal. Oh, a few of them have long ears like that lady over there."

Surprisingly, their appearances seemed normal.

Perhaps I was too caught up in my prejudices.

It seemed hard to confirm unless I met them in person.

Chatting about this and that, we made our way to Miren’s village.

Miren asked for information about the outside world, and in return, I obtained information about the village.

"Ah. By the way, how old are you?"

"I only recently had my coming-of-age ceremony, so I’m just twenty."

"What is the average lifespan here?"

"I don’t really know that either. Most of the time, an accident happens before anyone can die of natural causes."

I could roughly understand.

Even in the relatively recent modern era, barely anyone lived past sixty, didn’t they?

Wars broke out with every generation, and it was basically an era where only the strong survived.

It was probably also because infant mortality was highly frequent back then.

Since Miren’s village had to come into contact with the fog whether they liked it or not, their average lifespan was bound to decrease.

’If they’re descendants of dragons, it should definitely be long, though.’

Dwarves also had a long life expectancy, but because of their damn alcoholism, it was similar to humans.

At least Elves and the Demon Race had long lifespans, and occasionally, there were humans who lived long lives.

"Ah. By the way, do you know about the person wearing a gas mask?"

"...A gas mask?"

It was right around the time we had almost reached the village.

I asked as the existence of the gas mask, which I had temporarily forgotten, crossed my mind, and lo and behold.

Miren made a somewhat uncomfortable expression.Find the original chapter at novelping . com.

"Are you talking about the person carrying a huge cannon and accompanied by a dog?"

"Yes, that’s right."

To be precise, it was a sniper rifle, not a cannon.

But considering its power, it wouldn’t be an understatement to call it a cannon, so it made sense to describe it that way.

Once I confirmed it, Miren scratched his head and spoke.

"Well... I don’t know much either, but he’s one of the monsters the Elders hate the most."

"The Elders hate him the most?"

"Yes. He leaves villagers like us alone, but he always attacks the Elders. Rumor has it that he was someone exiled from among the Elders."

"Hmm."

That explanation brought back memories of when the gas mask had appeared.

While he hadn’t caused us any harm, the gas mask had pierced the head of the pale woman.

Seeing that he only focused his attacks on the Elders, it was certain that something had happened.

’He said he had to fulfill his purpose, so is that purpose killing the Elders?’

I wasn’t sure.

At any rate, Miren didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk about it, so I let it go.

How much time had passed like that? The fog seemed to gradually thin out, and the surroundings slowly became clear.

Although the brightly revealed surroundings were still close to ruins, barricades were firmly set up.

Giiiing—

Along with that, the machine gun turrets installed on the barricades were a bonus.

Machine gun turrets were dime a dozen in the Forest of the Four Seasons, but this was inside the Galapagos-like fog.

Yet, seeing a machine gun, a byproduct of science, standing right there made me slightly taken aback.

’No, wait. Daejeon was once a place where survivors gathered. Maybe they utilized that.’

Ppipipik—

I could overlook the machine guns.

But seeing Miren getting facial recognition done in front of a massive gate left me speechless.

A red scan slid down, scanning Miren’s face.

[Miren. Who are the people behind you?]

"They’re outsiders. They helped us this time."

[They helped you?]

"Yeah. I’ll tell you inside. They’re kind people."

[Hmm. Understood. I should inform the Elders.]

There was even a voice amplification system, though I couldn’t tell if it was a microphone or magic.

As things that defied description kept appearing, my thoughts became complicated.

Geugeugeuk—

Soon, the gate blocking the entrance opened, revealing the inside clearly.

Although I couldn’t examine it in detail yet, I could tell that it was a place where the fog had completely cleared.

"Let’s head inside. Are you perhaps hungry... Ah, right. Because of the fog, that wouldn’t be the case. Do you like sweet things?"

"I like them. Wonmo likes them too."

"Kyuuu?"

Why are you answering for me, Lackey?

At any rate, since I didn’t dislike sweet things, I nodded.

Miren said it was perfect timing and began to guide us, saying he would introduce us to a great place.

Following him inside, what met our eyes was...

Dudumchit! Dumchit!

"Welcome to our Large Field, everyone."

It was a city of pleasure, far too prosperous to be called a village.

’...Large Field? Is that seriously just "Daejeon" translated into English?’

└ Passing Dwarf: I saw that on the Gallery. Looking at those flashing electronic signs, that’s Cyberpunk or whatever, right?

└ Smart Demon: It’s similar, but there sure are a shitload of electronic signs lol

└ Heavenly Demon: My eyes hurt.

I was confused.

Wasn’t Daejeon originally a boring city?

"O-O-Over there, G-G-Grylls-nim!"

"What’s wrong with you now?"

"Look over there! Hurry!"

It was while I was blankly staring at the pleasure street.

Elia pointed somewhere, even stuttering her words.

Looking in that direction with doubt, I saw...

"...What? A World Tree?"

"Y-Yes! B-But the color is a bit..."

A massive World Tree, tinged with a grayish hue as if bleached, came into view.

"It’s completely dried up! We have to water it quickly!"

"Calm down. Calm down."

"Just how did they manage it for the World Tree to dry up like that?!"

She’s completely lost her mind.