I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 840

Tigers leave behind their hides when they die, and men leave behind their names.

It was one of the Central Plains’ most famous proverbs, a saying that showed just how vital a name was to a person.

To any human being, a "name" was a factor that exerted an immense influence on the shaping of one’s identity.

Even if the name given by one’s parents was rustic, in most cases, one carried it all the way to the grave.

Even if someone cast their name aside of their own accord, a name was something that followed like a shadow.

What name you lived under and what name you died under made up a person’s life.

[Heavenly Demon: Is the first Heavenly Demon’s true name truly Kim Deok-gu?]

[Wild Grylls: Yes. I asked again and again, but it keeps saying so.]

Yoo So-wol felt utterly bewildered upon hearing the true name of the first Heavenly Demon, Cheon Mu-geuk.

In the ancient Central Plains, there was such a thing as a courtesy name, created separately to honor someone once they reached adulthood.

However, that was a custom practiced only in the earliest days of the Central Plains, during an era of ceaseless war when rival factions tore the realm apart.

In the present day, courtesy names were scarcely used, and unless one’s birth name was truly embarrassing, people simply went by it.

’Cheon Mu-geuk was active during that era of war. So it’s very likely that Cheon Mu-geuk was his courtesy name, but...’

That did not mean the name Kim Deok-gu had ceased to exist.

Moreover, Cheon Mu-geuk was closer to an alias or martial moniker than an actual name.

He had probably kept his real name hidden before calling himself by that title once Cheon Mu-geuk was bestowed upon him.

[Heavenly Demon: Could you share the characters with me? The script of the past differs from that of the present, so I must verify it.]

[Wild Grylls: Just a moment. Let me log back in and check.]

It seemed Grylls could not use the Gallery while accessing GalWiki.

As soon as Yoo So-wol realized this, she decided she should ask only a few quick questions and leave him be.

He was already busy looking after the refugees; she could not burden him further.

[Wild Grylls: (Name written in ancient Central Plains script) Can you see it? That’s what it says.]

[Heavenly Demon: My thanks. Forgive me for troubling you when you are busy.]

[Wild Grylls: Not at all. Feel free to ask if you have any other questions. Ah, and I’ll send over the secret manual for the Plum Blossom Sword Technique too.]

Soon after, the three characters of Kim Deok-gu and the manual for the Plum Blossom Sword Technique rested in Yoo So-wol’s hands.

She was curious about both, but she intended to examine the writing for Kim Deok-gu first.

’As expected, ancient script.’

She could not decipher the meaning, but she could immediately tell it belonged to the distant past.

After all, the contemporary language of the Central Plains had evolved to use fewer brushstrokes than in antiquity.

She mulled it over using her own knowledge before having no choice but to summon Wi Seol-ak.

"Did you summon me, O Heaven?"

Wi Seol-ak had been engrossed in editing wiki articles, but he returned immediately at Yoo So-wol’s call.

If she summoned him in person, it had to be urgent.

Or perhaps she had obtained something from Grylls.

"Can you decipher these characters?"

"This is..."

Wi Seol-ak examined the three characters handed to him by Yoo So-wol.

Was even the vastly erudite Wi Seol-ak struggling to decipher the ancient writing?

He stared at the name in contemplation before excusing himself, saying he would investigate at once.

’I might as well look at the Plum Blossom Sword Technique manual.’

With some spare time on her hands, checking the manual was not a bad idea.

With an easy mind, Yoo So-wol turned to the first page of the secret manual.

’...This is written in the ancient tongue as well.’

She saw with her own eyes that the entire manual was recorded in an ancient language.

The Mount Hua Sect was a faction with deep roots and a long history.

Naturally, the text recorded in the manual of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique was filled with script predating the linguistic reforms.

’Hm? Wait a moment. I heard that anyone who joins the Mount Hua Sect can learn the Plum Blossom Sword Technique.’

Just as Yoo So-wol was about to dump this task onto Wi Seol-ak as well, a sudden question arose in her mind.

The Mount Hua Sect was a sect that accepted anyone possessing an upright spirit and a robust body.

In other words, the barrier to entry was relatively low compared to other factions.

’Indeed, the Plum Blossom Sword Technique is a martial art that anyone can learn, so long as they have the baseline aptitude rather than exceptional genius.’

If anyone could learn it, it meant it was very easy to understand.

If it were written in ancient script like this, deciphering it would be daunting, let alone understanding it.

In other words, there was a strong possibility that this was the original prototype of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, thought to have been lost during the Orthodox-Demonic War.

One might wonder how the elders of the Mount Hua Sect could not know this, but the problem was that most of them had perished in the Orthodox-Demonic War.

A massive generational gap had formed, leaving even this fact unpassed down to posterity.

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It was not certain, but a little more investigation would settle the matter.

Moreover, to the Mount Hua Sect, this alone would be nothing short of a blessing from heaven.

By leveraging this, she could naturally assimilate the Mount Hua Sect, whose stubborn resolve had always made them hard to break.

’What a bother.’

Only, from Yoo So-wol’s perspective, it was an utter pain in the neck.

When would she ever search for the original text of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, and when would she bother talking to the Mount Hua Sect?

Yet if she handed it over to Wi Seol-ak, she would only receive suspicious looks.

Of course, Wi Seol-ak would do whatever she ordered, but this went against the virtues of a sovereign.

Had Wi Seol-ak heard this, he would have cursed inwardly, thinking, ’Did your conscience explode?’, but let us move on.

’If my husband shares this and Mount Hua starts pestering him, then I’ll step in.’

It was about laying the groundwork, step by step.

Whenever the Mount Hua Sect came up in conversation, bringing this up would surely lead to something amusing.

"O Heaven, I have deciphered its meaning."

While Yoo So-wol was slowly formulating her plans, Wi Seol-ak returned swiftly.

With his vast store of knowledge, the "deciphering" had apparently taken hardly any time at all.

"What does it mean?"

"Phonetically, it reads as Kim Deok-gu. Its meaning signifies possessing nine brilliant virtues."

Wi Seol-ak still did not seem to realize it was a name.

Yoo So-wol pondered the meaning for a moment before asking:

"Then, if that were someone’s name, what would you think of it?"

"May I speak candidly?"

"Speak."

"It sounds like a name one would give to a newborn puppy in the countryside."

"..."

The corners of Yoo So-wol’s mouth twitched.

It was in stark contrast to Wi Seol-ak’s deadpan expression, oblivious as he was.

Fortunately, Wi Seol-ak was bowing at the waist; had he not been, he would have caught it.

"Ahem. I see. Then what would you think if this name were given to a human being?"

"...Are you referring to naming someone?"

"Indeed."

At this rather out-of-the-blue question, Wi Seol-ak raised his head slightly.

Only his neck was barely visible, so his facial expression remained hidden, but that gesture alone revealed his confusion.

At first, his brilliant mind raced to figure out why she was asking such a thing.

’A name fit for a puppy, given to a person? Why would she ask that?’

Past or present, it was the sort of name given to a dog or a boy born and raised in the sticks.

The Central Plains was vast, so it wasn’t as if nobody bore that name.

It simply wasn’t a name suited for someone of exalted status, like Yoo So-wol.

’Giving a rustic name to someone of high birth is an open declaration of discrimination.’

Usually, it was bastards who were born with such names.

That was why so many changed their names as they grew up.

’And isn’t that guy’s surname Park?’

Though slowly being forgotten, Grylls’s real name was Park Jong-hyuk.

Moreover, people only called him Grylls for convenience; he had certainly never abandoned his real name.

So if they married and had a child down the line, that child’s surname would naturally be Park.

’Did she cleverly swap just the surname so I wouldn’t notice? Did she do the same with the characters?’

It was always the clever ones who tripped over their own feet.

The problem was that Yoo So-wol already had a prior record, so to speak.

Namely, Wonmo, who was currently active as the Gallery’s Gallery Master.

It was a name just as earthy and rustic as Deok-gu, and Yoo So-wol had named him personally.

The meaning was even literally "round fur," showing just how terrible her naming sense was.

’...The elders must be the ones to name any future child.’

Not that Grylls’s naming sense was particularly good either.

Lackey, Dolsoe, Tyranno, Heukgu, Maengkkongi, Bbareumbo, Cheongseoli.

Cheongseoli was a pretty name among them, but the rest were hardly great.

Having turned the gears in his head at lightning speed, Wi Seol-ak spoke quietly.

"...It would make a very fitting and endearing childhood name."

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Please, just give your own child a dignified name.

Wi Seol-ak pleaded internally as he bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

"Ah. Since you are here, there is something more I wish to ask, Demonic Brain."

"Command me."

"What are the children whom the Heavenly God looked after doing now?"

The children the Heavenly God had cared for were two.

During the Heavenly God Martial Festival, they were the brother and sister Grylls had personally looked after while volunteering at the orphanage.

Since the Heavenly God had shown deep care and affection for the siblings, the Heavenly Demon Cult had been providing appropriate support as well.

"Tae-seok has shown a talent for martial arts and is currently training."

"In your estimation, what kind of caliber does he possess?"

"Enough to one day join the Heavenly Demon Guard."

The Heavenly Demon Guard, true to its name, consisted of those who guarded the Heavenly Demon’s side.

Since they had to guard the Heavenly Demon, formidable martial prowess was an absolute necessity.

Given that Wi Seol-ak rarely indulged in flattery, this was quite high praise.

"And the younger sister?"

"Regrettably, she is visually impaired and still very young, so she lives an ordinary life."

Unlike her older brother, the younger sister, Ha-yoon, possessed only ordinary aptitude.

Yet she had not fallen into despair or frustration over this.

"Even so, she strives to move forward on her own. Furthermore, according to the director, she is exceptionally bright."

"It seems the Heavenly God looking after them in person was a great blessing to them."

"Indeed. She even said that just because her eyes are dark does not mean the world itself is dark. Despite her youth, her perspective on the world is unlike that of others."

Yoo So-wol nodded with a gentle smile.

The seeds he had sown were sprouting little by little, brightly illuminating the Heavenly Demon Cult.

Afterward, she dismissed Wi Seol-ak and remained alone in the audience chamber, lost in thought.

’A name...’

The fact that the first Heavenly Demon’s true name was Kim Deok-gu.

To be frank, it had sounded comical at first, but the more she chewed on it, the different it felt.

It meant that even after becoming the Heavenly Demon whom all demonic cultists revered, he had not discarded those three characters, Kim Deok-gu.

The fact that it remained as a "record" even after his ascension to immortality stood as proof.

’He was probably just embarrassed to reveal it, yet held on to it to the very end.’

He must have shared his true name with those close to him.

That was why she felt a strange sense of kinship.

She, too, was merely called the Heavenly Demon by others, rarely ever addressed by her true name.

’This seat is content.’

Yoo So-wol. What a lovely name it was.

She offered her gratitude to the parents who had given her that name.

Though she had never seen their faces, the fact that they gave her such a pretty name meant they must have harbored affection for her.

’I must give a pretty name to my own future child as well.’

It was from this moment.

The moment Yoo So-wol’s deepest dilemma was born.

And this very dilemma was much the same for someone currently making his way toward the Heavenly Demon Cult.

Just as the idiom went—birds of a feather flock together—the two of them were alike in so many ways.

Unaware of that fact, Yoo So-wol rose from her seat.

’Now then, I should examine the Plum Blossom Sword Technique.’

There was still plenty of time, so her plan was to translate the manual and test it out herself.

Whether it truly gave off the fragrance of plum blossoms did not matter. She was simply curious.

Time passed, and Yoo So-wol personally performed the Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

’...Why?’

She could not help but harbor thoughts similar to when she was editing the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

’Why does this martial art also give the sensation of standing at the end of the world?’

For the culmination of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, too, ultimately converged into the Unity of Self and Object.

Around the time Yoo So-wol was immersed in her questions.

"So... to sum it up, slander and fabrications between the clubs got out of hand on GalWiki, and the brawls have spilled over into real life. Is that what you’re saying?"

"That is correct, Princess."

"What the actual..."

An utterly moronic shitshow had unfolded across Mephisto, and...

’I’m f—ked.’

Demon Princess Kaylin was facing the greatest trial of her life.