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Got a Gallery in the Wild Chapter 11: Golden Poison Frog (1)

Chapter 11: Golden Poison Frog (1)

There⁠​ is slang that⁠ says a disaster‌‍‍ has broken out.​

In​‌ other words, that⁠⁠‌ everything turned into‌​‍ absolute chaos.

I had only posted⁠ to give thanks,‍⁠ but a few⁠⁠‌ people jumped in​⁠‍ and, in an‌​⁠ instant, the comments⁠ exploded.

Starting‍ with DemonPrincess, and​ then KingLeor appearing⁠‌‍ out of nowhere.​‌​ On top of​ that, a bunch⁠ of anonymous users.⁠‍

Each⁠ one throwing double​‌⁠ insults, making comments⁠‍ about parents and​ so on.

Comment⁠​​ notifications kept going​‌​ off nonstop.

‘Doesn’t⁠ the moderator sanction⁠‌​ this?’

As‌‍‍ far as I understand, if things⁠​ get too heated,​‌‌ the moderator intervenes.‍​​ There were even​ similar rules in⁠‌ the notices.

Even⁠‌ if they are‌⁠⁠ fights between sports‌ fans, once it‌ turns into personal⁠ attacks, it can‍⁠ no longer be​​ considered a sports‍​​ issue.

ㄴHeroDontThrowAway)⁠‌ Enough already! If‌⁠ you keep spamming,‌ I will proceed​ with a ban!​

ㄴDemonPrincess)‍⁠​ That idiot was⁠ the one who‌‍ started looking for‍‌ a fight! [1]​‍

ㄴKingLeor)‍‍⁠ It’s because she’s‌ talking pure nonsense.⁠‍

ㄴHeroDontThrowAway)‌‌ Even so, don’t‌‍⁠ fight in someone​​ else’s post! I’ll‌ open an arena—fight⁠‍ there!

ㄴDemonPrincess)‌‌ Ok

ㄴKingLeor)‍‍​ Ok ok

Just⁠⁠ when I thought⁠ that, the moderator​‌ appeared. The order⁠ was clear don’t‍‌‍ fight in my⁠‌‍ post, go to‍‍ the arena.

Everyone‌ obeyed and disappeared.​‍‍ Finally, freed from⁠‌ the hell of​‌ notifications.

Shortly⁠ after, a post‍​ by the moderator⁠ appeared in the⁠ gallery.

[Arena:‍⁠ Which team has⁠ more tradition?]

With​​⁠ just one refresh,​ the comments started⁠‍ pouring in like​​ an avalanche.

Going⁠‌ in there wouldn’t​ do me any‌‌ good.

I had heard that‌​⁠ posts that promoted‌ conflicts between countries‍ were grounds for​​ a ban, but‌‌​ since this was⁠‌‌ sports, it seemed⁠​ they let it​⁠‍ slide.

Of‌ course, if it‍‌ got out of⁠‍⁠ control, the moderator‌​⁠ would intervene directly.‌‍ At least they‌ were doing their‌‌‍ job properly.

‘I’d⁠‌‌ better do my‍ own thing.’

Since​‍ I had already‌‌ returned all the‍‌‍ compasses, I started‌‍ devising a method‌ to deal with‍‌ the golden poison⁠ frog.

First,‌ the river where‍‌ the golden poison‍​ frog lived was,‍‍‍ by itself, a natural fortress.

The⁠​ water was so⁠‍⁠ absurdly clear that​⁠ it was impossible‌ to calculate the⁠​ depth, and the‍‍⁠ current was fairly‌ strong.

If⁠ I went in‍ there, I’d die​⁠ from a single​ spit. Therefore, a ranged attack was‌ indispensable.

‘A‍‍ bow…? Difficult. Would‍ a crossbow be‍‍⁠ better?’

I don’t know how‌‌ to use bows.​‌​

In⁠‌‌ comparison, a crossbow​​ should be easier‍​​ to handle.

The‌‍ money currently stored‍‍‌ in the gallery⁠‍‌ was about 650‌‌⁠ gold. What I got from selling​ the Steel-Scaled Serpent.‌⁠

I didn’t know if⁠ that would be⁠ enough to buy⁠ a crossbow, and⁠ on top of⁠ that, the type‌⁠⁠ I wanted.

Better‍ to post first.‍

Title)⁠​ Question about crossbows⁠‌
WildGrills‌‍

I plan to hunt⁠⁠ a frog. Is‍‌‌ there a harpoon-type‌ crossbow?

So⁠ that the bolt⁠ is connected to⁠‌‍ the crossbow and,‍‌ if it hits,‍⁠ I can drag‌‍ the target.

ㄴSwordTasteMaster)​ What do you‍ need a crossbow​⁠‌ for?

ㄴWildGrills)⁠ I need it‌‍‌ to hunt a frog. The river⁠ is very deep‌​‍ and I can’t‍ get close

ㄴSwordTasteMaster)​ Can’t you just‌‌ launch sword energy?​

ㄴWildGrills)‌ …

ㄴSwordTasteMaster)‌‍ Or you could​​​ walk on water‌

ㄴWildGrills)‍ What?

Was‌​ this guy joking?​ I was so‍⁠⁠ incredulous that I just let out‍ a dry laugh.​

Though,⁠‍​ seeing how much​ serious fencing material‌‌ he had posted,‌‌ maybe he was⁠​ serious from his​​ point of view.⁠⁠

After‌⁠‌ emphasizing several times​ that I was‍‍ a normal person,‍​ the matter more‌ or less ended‍‍ there.

ㄴHeavenlyDemon)‌⁠ How about you​​ completely master the‌‌ internal technique this⁠‌​ woman will teach⁠​​ you and then⁠‍ try?

ㄴWildGrills)‌​⁠ I also have‌ to drink water‌ to live, master‌‌

ㄴHeavenlyDemon)​ If it’s water,‌‍‍ this woman can‍ give you as‍⁠⁠ much as you⁠⁠ want

ㄴWildGrills)​⁠ Then I won’t‍⁠‌ be able to​​ ask for help​⁠ when I truly​‍ need it

As​‍ I said before,⁠ I planned to‌‍ ask for help‌ only when it​ was truly necessary.​⁠‌

It⁠‍⁠ was like a wildcard.

Until⁠⁠‌ then, I had⁠‍ to manage on⁠​ my own. Or‍‌‍ earn money and‍​ buy things at‍​​ the auction.

Besides,⁠ a crossbow could‍ be extremely useful​ in situations like​​⁠ this.

ㄴDwarfPassingBy)​‌ What you’re saying‌⁠ can be done‍‌ if it’s modified.​

ㄴWildGrills)‌⁠⁠ About how much‌ would it cost?‍⁠​

ㄴDwarfPassingBy)​​ It’s dwarven-made, about⁠​⁠ 500 gold. Is‌ that fine?

“What‍⁠​ the hell…?”

Why​‌‌ so expensive? Does‌​ it have diamonds⁠​ embedded or what?‍

It​ was a price‌‍​ that far exceeded‍‍‌ my expectations.

If‍⁠ 300 gold was⁠‌⁠ a commoner’s monthly‌⁠ expense, this surpassed‌⁠‌ it by a lot.

Maybe‍​ it was expensive‌​ because in novels‌‍ dwarven stuff is​⁠ always expensive, but​ I didn’t know‌‍ if that also⁠ applied in this‌ world.

ㄴWildGrills)‍‍ Why so expensive;;‍ is it gold-plated‌ or what?

ㄴIt’s‌‍​ dwarven. Obviously it’s‌ expensive

ㄴActually,⁠ isn’t it even⁠‌ cheap? It’s a crossbow

ㄴCrossbows‍​ vary a lot⁠ depending on the‌‍ maker

ㄴAfter​ swords, crossbows are‍⁠ the worst in‌⁠‌ that regard

ㄴDwarfPassingBy)‌‌⁠ Take into account⁠⁠‌ the modification cost.⁠ It really is​‌ cheap. I’m telling‍​ you because I feel bad

ㄴWildGrills)⁠ And what do‍​ you feel bad‍​⁠ about?

ㄴDwarfPassingBy)‌ That earlier I told you to⁠‌‍ become fertilizer. I didn’t think it⁠‍ was that serious⁠

ㄴWildGrills)‍ Hmm. And how‌​ much does a normal crossbow cost?‌

ㄴDwarfPassingBy)⁠ I don’t know​​⁠ much about human‌⁠‍ ones

ㄴAbout‌​ 30 gold or‌ so

ㄴYeah,⁠ normal bows are‌​ around 10

ㄴWildGrills)‍ What kind of‌⁠‍ bullshit premium is‌‍ that?

ㄴDwarfPassingBy)‌‍ If you don’t‌‌ like it, don’t‌⁠​ buy it

ㄴWildGrills)‍⁠ Hey, hey. I never said I wasn’t going to‍ buy it

ㄴHahaha⁠‌‍ look how his​ attitude changed

Either‌​ way, this was‍⁠​ an opportunity.

Only‍⁠ DwarfPassingBy could give‌ me the crossbow‌‍⁠ in the shape​⁠ I wanted.

It‍⁠​ was expensive, but‍ since it was‌‌​ trusted dwarven craftsmanship,‌ I could pay‌⁠ for it.

Even‍‌‌ if it were⁠​‌ a scam, it‌ would be enough​‍​ to just not‌ buy from him‍‌ again. In the‌ worst case, I’d‍‍‌ look for a crossbow from someone‌​ else.

ㄴLetsPlantTrees)​ More than a crossbow, the best‍‍​ option is still‌ the bow. That’s⁠⁠ proven even in​‌ the Watermelon Treaty‌⁠​ of the World‍‌​ Tree

ㄴWhat’s‍ with this elf?‌‌

ㄴHere​​‌ he goes again​‌​ with the Watermelon⁠‌​ Treaty of the​⁠ World Tree joke‌​

ㄴHistorically‍ speaking, he’s not‍‍‌ wrong…

ㄴEverything‍⁠ is in the‍​ Watermelon Treaty of‍​‍ the World Tree,‍‌ right?

ㄴWildGrills)‍‌ I’m using a crossbow because it’s⁠⁠⁠ urgent. I don’t‍⁠ know how to‍ use bows

ㄴLetsPlantTrees)⁠ I see. Then‍​ how about you‍ take this chance⁠​ to practice archery‌ and understand the‌​ greatness of the‍‌ elves?

ㄴGreatness‌ my ass hahaha⁠​‌

ㄴThere‌ are tons who​‍⁠ shoot better than‍‍ elves hahaha

ㄴHere‍ the elves go⁠‍ again…

ㄴLetsPlantTrees)‌ But in general⁠​ terms, the symbol‍‍‍ of the elf⁠‌ is the bow.​ Let me ask‍​​ you the other⁠⁠ way around when⁠ you think of‍ bows, which race‍ comes to mind?​​

ㄴDamn,‍ it annoys me⁠⁠⁠ but it’s true,⁠ I have nothing‍⁠⁠ to say

ㄴFemale​ elves do shoot​‌​ well, that can’t​​ be denied hahaha⁠‌​

ㄴAnd​ what good is​‌ that? If they‍⁠ don’t have a vanguard, they get‍‌ wiped anyway hahaha⁠

Unlike​‍ the imperialism that​ permeated everything, it‍ seemed to be​ common knowledge that⁠‍‍ the bow was​‌‌ the symbol of​​ the elves.

At​ least, that matched⁠ my own common‌‍ sense. I left⁠‍⁠ a comment on⁠‌‌ the already noisy⁠​​ post.

ㄴWildGrills)⁠​ In my country‌ too, they shot‌‌​ real bows very‌⁠‍ well

ㄴLetsPlantTrees)‌‍‌ Were your ancestors‌ elves, perhaps?

ㄴWildGrills)‍⁠‍ No…

ㄴHahaha‍ look at that⁠ zero prejudice

ㄴI‌ don’t know if‌ that’s good or‍ bad hahaha

ㄴWildGrills)⁠ And in the‍⁠ world where I lived there were‍⁠‌ only humans

ㄴLetsPlantTrees)​ Only humans in‌⁠‌ the world? That’s⁠ impossible!

ㄴHe⁠⁠ said he came​⁠​ from another world.‌​ You have to‍ understand him

ㄴPoor​​​ guy, let’s let⁠‍ it slide

ㄴIt’s‌‌‍ a concept hahaha‍

It’s‍⁠ not a concept,‍ it’s the truth,⁠‌ but they don’t​⁠‌ believe me. Well,‍‌ it doesn’t really‌‍ matter that much.⁠

Believe‌ it or not,​ the only thing​‌ I need is‍⁠ to survive here.‍‍

ㄴBut‌​ humans shoot bows‍​​ well, right?

ㄴWildGrills)​⁠‌ Yes, they shoot​ very well. I don’t, though

ㄴAny‌​‌ reason? Something about​​​ racial traits or​⁠ something?

ㄴWildGrills)‍‍⁠ Because there were⁠⁠‍ many countries we​‌ wanted to shoot​ at from above⁠‌⁠ and from below‍​⁠

ㄴHAHAHAHAHAHA​​

ㄴHAHAHAHAHAHA‍‌⁠

ㄴIs‌ this guy crazy​​‍ or what? HAHAHAHAHAHA​

ㄴDwarfPassingBy)​‍ Hey. I finished‌‍‍ the modification. Open‍⁠ the trade

While⁠‌‌ we were waiting,​‌ it seemed that‍‍⁠ DwarfPassingBy had finished⁠‍ modifying it.

I opened the trade‌​ immediately.

A crossbow made by⁠​⁠ dwarves.

How‍ good would it​ be?

I hoped it was⁠⁠​ truly worth what⁠‌ it cost.

[DwarfPassingBy‍ has registered an⁠ object for the‍ trade.]

[DwarfPassingBy:‌‌‍ I added the‌⁠‌ harpoon-type bolts you‍‌⁠ mentioned and also⁠ some normal bolts.​‍‌ But keep in​‌‌ mind that the‌ harpoon-type bolts have⁠ a damn short​ range.]

[WildGrills:​ How short?]

[DwarfPassingBy:‍⁠ The maximum range⁠⁠​ is around 50‍‌ meters.]

About⁠⁠⁠ 50 meters.

Hearing​‌ that, I recalled​⁠ the width of‌⁠⁠ the stream where‌‌ the golden poison​ frog lived.

It‍ was narrow enough⁠⁠ to call it​ a stream and‍​ not a river.​​

It​ wasn’t wide, just‌​ absurdly deep.

But​‌​ considering the golden⁠​ frog’s spit, the‍​‌ range was dangerously‍ tight.

It​ would be best‌⁠ to hide and‍‌‌ attack by surprise.‍‌⁠

[WildGrills:​ Okay, then. I already put in​ the money.]

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠‌ Just in case,⁠‍ I also included​⁠‌ some gloves.]

[WildGrills:‌ How much are‍ those? I’ll give‍⁠ you more money.]‌​

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠ Don’t be an​ idiot and just​​‍ accept them;;]

He⁠ had already given⁠‌​ me even toilet​ paper, so I felt awkward accepting‍⁠‌ more things, and‌ now gloves on​⁠ top of that.‍⁠

If‌⁠‌ I touched the​‌ frog wrong, it‌‍ could end very⁠ badly, so they⁠⁠‌ were quite appropriate.‌​⁠

Later,‌‍‍ if I got‍​​ good medicinal herbs,⁠ I should give‍⁠‌ them to him.⁠‍

Or​​ hides.

Being‍​ a blacksmith, he‌ would probably prefer⁠ hides over herbs.‌‌

‘Let’s‌⁠​ see he sent​​ it in a box.’

When​‌‌ the trade ended,‌​ a box appeared.⁠

I opened the lid​​​ of the perfectly‌‍ square box.

Upon⁠​‌ opening it, the​​​ first thing I saw was the​⁠ crossbow along with⁠ the gloves.

Then‌‌ there was a bottle stored inside,⁠​ something I absolutely​‌ did not expect.​

‘And⁠‌ what is this?’‌⁠

It‍⁠‍ was a brown​​ bottle with a cork stopper.

As‍ soon as I saw it, I understood.

Alcohol.‌

I remembered that the⁠⁠ dwarf had said‌​‍ earlier that he​‌ would give me‌‍ alcohol so I wouldn’t kill myself.​

Did⁠ he really give‍‌​ me alcohol?

Every⁠​ time I saw​​ him, he seemed⁠ softer-hearted than he‌‍​ appeared.

‘I’ll​ drink this later.’‍⁠

Alcohol‍⁠‍ would later serve​ as an anesthetic​ or sedative.

Alcohol​‍ numbs pain, even‌ if only a little.

I carefully placed the‌⁠⁠ bottle against the‍​ wall so it‍‌​ wouldn’t break and‍ checked the crossbow.‍

It⁠‍⁠ was generally black,⁠‌‍ and being dwarven-made,​​⁠ the design was‍ quite elegant.

‘It’s‌‍ connected to the‌ bolt.’

The⁠⁠ harpoon-shaped bolt was‌​ connected to the‍‍‍ crossbow by a thin rope.

I more or less‍‍⁠ understood how it‍⁠​ was used.

It‍​⁠ had to be⁠‌ tested.

The​‍ crossbow was difficult​‌ to manufacture, but‍‍​ using it shouldn’t⁠ be that complicated.‍

I placed my foot⁠‍ on the front⁠ part, on a sort of support.⁠‌​

That⁠​ was how it‌ was used.

Then‍​​ I fixed the‌‌⁠ crossbow to the‍ ground with my​⁠ foot and pulled⁠​​ the string to​​ load it.

Clack.​‌‍

“Huh?”⁠‍

But⁠‌⁠ what’s with this?‍​​

I was a bit‍ bewildered.

I pulled the string,​‌ but it didn’t‌‌⁠ move.

My‍⁠⁠ body jerked sharply.‍⁠

At​ first, I thought‌⁠‌ it was stuck⁠‌ on something.

But​⁠​ when I applied⁠ more force, the‍‌ string slowly began‌‍‍ to rise.

“Gaaaaaah!”⁠

I had to shout⁠ and use maximum⁠​‍ strength to load‌ it completely.

I breathed heavily, completely‍‌ incredulous.

What‌‍ kind of crossbow‍‌ was this that‌⁠ even loading it⁠‍‌ was so difficult?⁠‌

Was‍‌⁠ this normal?

In⁠​ a world where‌​ there are guys‍‌​ who destroy mountains​ with their fists,‍‌ it wasn’t impossible.‌​​

I sighed and loaded​ the bolt.

First,‍​ the harpoon-type bolt.‍

The⁠ others had to⁠ be stored.

This⁠⁠ one could be‍⁠ reused.

‘It⁠‌⁠ has a stock,‍‍⁠ so aiming will⁠⁠ be easy.’

It‍ was also quite⁠⁠ light for its‌‌ size, which made​ aiming easier.

I left the cave⁠ and aimed at⁠⁠ a tree some‌ distance away.

Shooting⁠ at the rock⁠‍⁠ wall could damage‍ the harpoon, so​ a tree was‍‍‌ best.

‘Hold​ your breath…’

Fwooom!‌‍​

When⁠‍‍ I pulled the‍ trigger, the air​​‌ tore with a violent sound.

The​ tension was so​​​ strong that even⁠‌⁠ my hair was​⁠⁠ stirred by the‍ wind.

Thud!​‌

The‍‌ harpoon shot out‍⁠ and cleanly pierced‌‌‌ the center of​‍‌ the trunk.

It​ didn’t lodge in.‍‍

It‌ went straight through.‌​

A terrifying power.

With‍ this, that golden‌‌ frog wouldn’t stand‍⁠‍ a chance.

It‍‍‍ wouldn’t even know⁠​ what hit it.‍‌

‘Now⁠ I understand why⁠‌ it was so⁠​ expensive.’

I clicked my tongue‌⁠ at a power‌‌‍ that exceeded all‍⁠ expectations

and‌​‌ retrieved the harpoon.⁠⁠​

Thanks‌ to the rope,‌​‍ retrieving it was⁠ easy.

‘Even‌​‍ so, I need‌‍‌ to practice.’

I wanted to immediately⁠​ go hunt the​‍ golden poison frog,‌ but the more⁠‌ urgent something is,‌‌‌ the slower you​‍⁠ must proceed.

The⁠​ reload speed was​‌‌ terribly slow.

I would only have​ one chance.

A single opportunity to⁠ cut off its‍​ breath.

If⁠‌⁠ I missed, I would have to‌‍ flee immediately.

The‌‌ moment the venom⁠ reached me, I would be dead.​

I had to prepare⁠ thoroughly if I wanted to drink⁠‌ water peacefully in‌​‌ the future.

It‍​‌ wasn’t that I had been blinded‌ by AllFather’s 20,000​⁠ gold.

Not⁠ at all.

‘Even‌ if it’s out⁠​ of sheer disgust,​ tomorrow I’m taking‍​‌ a shower.’

I had gone two‌⁠ days without bathing‍ and already felt‌‍‌ repulsive.

At‌‍‌ least the climate​‍ was mild.

If​​‌ it had been‌‍ humid and heavy,⁠‍ it would have‌ been hell.

I kept practicing until‌ dawn.

Pulling‍ the string became​⁠ a bit easier.‍‍‌

When‌ night began to‌‌‍ fall, I returned​‍‍ to the cave.‌​

‘With⁠ the remaining money…’​‍

After⁠ buying the crossbow,‍‌ I had about⁠⁠‍ 100 gold left.​‍‍

With‌‍​ that, I would⁠‌‌ buy everything possible.​

The​ most urgent thing‍​ was a snake‌‍‍ or insect repellent.‍

So​ far I had⁠ been lucky, but⁠⁠​ I could wake‌ up bitten by‍ a viper or‌ a venomous insect.‍‍​

I also needed antidotes​‍ and medicine.

Especially‌​‍ antidotes.

Because‌‍‍ of the frog,​‌ they were mandatory.⁠⁠‌

‘At‍⁠ the auction house‌⁠ there’s everything but​ it’s insanely expensive.’​

The‌ absurd commissions suffocated‌​ you.

Even‍‍ without intermediaries, it⁠ was still too‍‌ expensive.

Even​‌ so, I couldn’t​⁠⁠ not buy them.⁠⁠

Holding⁠‌ back tears, I bought a vial‌‌​ of antidote.

Just⁠ in case it‌‌‍ was a scam,‌ I read the‍‌‍ reviews carefully.

‘I’ll‌​ buy this repellent.’⁠​‍

After‍ buying several things,‌​​ I only had‌‍ 20 gold left.⁠

It​ didn’t hurt.

It​​‌ was the price​‍ of staying alive.​‍⁠

I sprayed the repellent​‍ at the entrance‌‍ of the cave‍​⁠ and near where‍​ I slept.

I didn’t know if‍‍ it would work,‌​⁠ but I had⁠​‍ to believe it‍‍​ would.

I even read the​ reviews.

Crunch,‍‌ crunch.

“Ugh…⁠‌⁠ it tastes damn⁠ awful.”

I didn’t forget to‍‌‍ have a few‌ fasting pills for​ dinner.

The​⁠ bitter taste of​‌ herbs spread through​‌ my mouth.

For‍ now, I would‍‍ have to survive‍‌ on these pills.​

Endure,​‌ there was no⁠ other option.

“Gnnng…”​⁠

After‌‍⁠ eating them, I tried to sit‍ in the lotus​⁠‌ position.

It‌⁠ still wasn’t time⁠ to sleep.

As⁠​⁠ soon as I adopted the posture,⁠ the pain in⁠‍​ my joints was‌‌​ brutal, but I endured it.

According‍‍⁠ to the Heavenly⁠⁠‍ Demon, that was‍ how mana circulation‌​ and internal techniques‍‌⁠ were practiced.

She‌⁠⁠ said she would‌ teach me, so⁠ for now it‌‌‌ was enough to⁠⁠​ practice the posture.⁠​

‘In‌‍ a week will​​ I get used‌ to it?’

Flexibility​⁠‌ doesn’t improve overnight.‌

I would have to‌​‍ put in effort​‌ for several days.‍

But‌ since there was‌‍ nothing better to​⁠ do before sleeping,​‌​ time was plentiful.⁠​

If‌‍ I were at‌‌ home, I would‌⁠​ be playing video‌ games nonstop.

‘Good⁠⁠‌ thing the gallery⁠⁠​ exists.’

While⁠‍ practicing the lotus​‍‍ posture, I continued‍​ browsing the gallery.‍​​

The⁠‍ gallery played a huge role.

Human⁠⁠‍ beings do not‍⁠ handle loneliness well.⁠​⁠

That’s‍ why they are‍​‍ called social animals.⁠‍⁠

Robinson‌‌ Crusoe?

I remembered a novel⁠​​ about someone stranded‌​‍ on an island‍ who treated a ball as if‌ it were a person.

That‍ proves how vital​ communication is.

Now,‌ the gallery fulfilled‍ that role.

‘It’s‍‌ time to sleep.’‌

Time​ flew by while⁠ browsing the gallery.‌

I released the posture.‌

Curiously,‌⁠⁠ while I was⁠⁠ sitting, I had‌‍ forgotten the pain.‌⁠

But​‌ as soon as‌‌ I became aware​⁠⁠ of it, it‍ returned with full‍ force.

I endured the joint‍ pain and prepared⁠ the place to‌‍ sleep.

During⁠ the day it​​⁠ was warm, but‍​⁠ at night the​ temperature dropped.

Fire‌‌​ was indispensable.

Crackle,‌‍ crackle.

I used the ignition⁠ stone the Heavenly⁠ Demon gave me‌‌‍ and wood from​​‍ outside.

The⁠ cave felt a little warmer.

On⁠⁠⁠ the first day‌ I was so‌⁠⁠ tired that I didn’t even feel‍​⁠ the cold.

I almost died bitten​‍ by Mad Dogs,⁠‍⁠ after all.

I added some more​ firewood and wrote‌⁠​ a post in⁠‌‍ the gallery.

Title)⁠​​ End of day​⁠⁠ 1 of survival​‌‌

WildGrills‍⁠‍

(Photo‍⁠ of a line‍‍ marked on the⁠​ wall)

(Photo‍ of a bonfire‍ burning)

With⁠‍ this, day 1 of survival ends.‌‌​

Now⁠‌ to sleep.

ㄴHeavenlyDemon)​⁠ You worked hard.‌⁠ Rest well.

ㄴSwordTasteMaster)‍‌⁠ Rest well.

ㄴIs‌⁠ this officially day⁠​ 1?

ㄴSeems​⁠ like it. If​‍⁠ it gets cut‌​ off…

ㄴUgh;;‍⁠ bad feeling

ㄴStarlightLady)‍ Let’s keep going​ together. I’ll wait‌⁠ for day 2.​⁠

ㄴMayfly‌‌ life vs terminal⁠⁠ illness

ㄴMy‌​ chest tightens, uff‌​

ㄴThanks⁠⁠ for supporting WildGrills‍⁠⁠ until now

ㄴStarlightLady)‍​ You all are​‍‌ really awful

Yes.​‍‍

What​ could I expect⁠ from those idiots?⁠⁠

Ah,‌‌​ just in case,⁠ I’m referring to‌​⁠ the anonymous users,​‍ not the fixed‌⁠ IDs.

The‍‌​ fixed IDs usually‌ encourage.

The‌‍⁠ anonymous ones no‍ need to explain.​

‘Well,​‌ it’s something.’

I smiled faintly and⁠‌ closed the gallery.⁠⁠

Then‍ I lay down⁠⁠ on the hard‌‌ stone floor.

If‌ tomorrow I hunted‌⁠ the golden frog,‌​ maybe I would‌​‌ buy a blanket.‌⁠

Or​⁠ a pillow.

I was so exhausted‍‍‍ that even those‍​‍ thoughts didn’t last⁠‌‍ long.

Sleep⁠‍ enveloped me.

Slowly,‌ my eyelids closed‌‌ and the sounds⁠ of insects faded​‌ away.

‘I⁠ want to go​‌⁠ home.’

With​ that desperate wish,⁠‌ my consciousness completely‌‍‌ went out.

T/N:‌‍

(1):⁠‍ PrincessChangu I changed‍⁠‌ the name to⁠​⁠ DemonPrincess I will⁠ keep changing the⁠​ names for better​‍ differentiation.

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