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Got a Gallery in the Wild Chapter 114: Welcome To… (6)

Chapter 114: Welcome To… (6)

Title)‍‍‌ Come see the⁠ talking gorilla.

WildGrills⁠

(Video​ of the gorilla‌‍​ leader speaking)

(Video​ of the gorilla‍ leader speaking)

(Video‍⁠‌ of the gorilla‍⁠ leader speaking with​ the personal guard)​

(Video​‌ of the gorilla‌‌‍ leader speaking)

(Video⁠ of the gorilla​ leader threatening)

Since⁠⁠‍ there are so​​ many people who‍⁠‌ don’t believe me,‌‌ I’m uploading it‌‌‍ like this.

After‍ watching this, decide‌ for yourselves whether‍‍ it’s fake or⁠ real.

└HeavenlyDemon:​​‍ No matter how⁠ many times I watch it, it’s‌​ still fascinating. Even‍‍ his way of‍​ speaking seems typical​⁠⁠ of ancient times.‍​

└Swordmaster:​‍‍ I don’t know​⁠ Zhongyuan’s language very‍⁠‍ well. What’s he​‌ saying?

└HeavenlyDemon:​ He’s saying that​​‌ Swordmaster is a liar and that‍ only HeavenlyDemon is​ the great one.​​​

└Swordmaster:‌‍⁠ Making things up‍ the moment you​⁠ open your mouth‌‍​ again.;

└What’s‌‌‍ this about manipulating‍ translations?

└Damn⁠‍‌

└You‌‍

└Hahaha‍​‍

└What​⁠ the hell is​​⁠ this? Hahaha.

└Look⁠‌ at that group‌ coordination hahaha.

└AllFather:‍ Aragorn, by all​‍ the heavens! Not​ only does the⁠ leader speak, but⁠‍ the gorilla beside​‍‌ him speaks as⁠​ well! This will​‌ have an enormous​‌‍ impact on the‍‌‍ academic world…

└Professor.​‍‌ Could those gorillas​​⁠ represent a threat‍‍ to us?

└AllFather:‍ The chances are​⁠​ low. Of course,‌‍ it would be‍‌​ different if they‌ managed to build⁠​ their own civilization‌⁠ in the Four‌ Seasons Forest.

└A⁠‌ civilization inside the‍ Four Seasons Forest⁠ is terrifying.

└They‍ say those bastards‍​ are strong hahaha.‍​ They even use⁠‌ tools.

└All‌​‍ they need is‍‍ to start farming‍ and we’ll have⁠ a second humanity.⁠‍‍

└Then‍‌​ should we classify​‍​ them as beastmen,⁠ or what are​​‍ they?

└I⁠ think they should⁠‍‌ be considered beastmen.​

└But​⁠⁠ they’re suspiciously difficult‌‌⁠ to classify as‌‌ beastmen. The proportions‍‌‍ of their arms​ and legs don’t​‌ match.

└AllFather:⁠ The comment above​ is correct. To‍‍ be considered beastmen,‌⁠ they must possess⁠‍ body proportions similar​⁠ to humans.

└SmartMind:⁠‍⁠ By the way,‍ does anyone know‍ his name? If​ he has language,​ then he should⁠‌ have a name‍ too, right?

└I⁠‍⁠ assume whoever taught⁠⁠ him to speak‍​‍ also gave him⁠​ a name. Do​‌ you know it,‌​ Grills?

└Looks‌‌‍ like he’s busy‍​​ doing something else​ right now. He’s​⁠ not replying to​⁠‍ any comments.

└SmartMind:​ Then we should‍ give him one⁠ ourselves. How about‍ Son Yukgong?

└That’s⁠​ not even Son‌‌ Wukong. What the​‍ hell is Son⁠‍⁠ Yukgong? Hahaha.

└SmartMind:​⁠⁠ Son Wukong is‌ the monkey from‍‍‌ a Zhongyuan legend.‌‍ That isn’t a monkey, it’s a gorilla. That’s why‌ Son Yukgong. Isn’t‌​‍ it brilliant?

└Damn,‌‌ are you a genius? Your IQ⁠ must be over‍ 150!

└SmartMind:‌⁠ Well, I am​⁠⁠ pretty smart. Hahaha.‌

└And⁠ yet you spend​ your time in⁠​ the gallery. Hahaha.‍

Just​‌⁠ as expected from​⁠ the gallery.

All‌‍‌ it took was⁠ throwing out a huge topic of⁠​‌ conversation for them​ to start entertaining‌‌ themselves.

Interesting‌ theories even appeared⁠ from time to⁠ time, so it‌‌‌ was quite useful​ to take a look.

‘From‍ what they’re saying,‍ it seems the⁠ one who taught‍ him was a person from a long time ago.’​

The‍​ most striking thing‌‌​ was that the⁠⁠ gorilla leader used‌ an ancient way‌⁠ of speaking.

After‍ all, languages change‌⁠⁠ over time.

Just​‍‌ comparing Korean from⁠⁠​ fifty years ago​ to modern Korean‍ reveals many differences.‍‍

And⁠‌ according to them,​‌ the Great Zhengxue‌ War, which took‌ place around sixty‍ years ago, caused⁠⁠ enormous changes in⁠‍⁠ Zhongyuan’s language.

That⁠​ meant the language‍‌ used by the‌‌ gorilla leader corresponded​⁠ to someone from‍ that era.

‘All​ kinds of things​‍ have really happened.’‍‍

From⁠​ the Immortal King‍⁠⁠ to the Great‌‍⁠ Zhengxue War.

Such‌ is human history.​

Half‍ of it is‌‌ stained with wars⁠‌ and battles.

Constantly⁠⁠ fighting and clashing​ is part of‍ everyday life.

‘It’s​‍ no different here‍​‌ either.’

The⁠⁠ fact that this​⁠⁠ is wilderness changes‍‍ nothing.

It’s⁠‍‌ a place where⁠⁠​ a struggle for⁠⁠ survival takes place‍⁠‍ every day.

I myself had nearly‍​⁠ died at the‌ hands of the⁠ gorilla leader.

I’m‌‌‌ in no position‌​⁠ to criticize anyone.⁠​

As​‌ I always say,​‌ I have more‌⁠ urgent problems to‍⁠‍ worry about.

I started thinking about‍‍‌ how I should⁠⁠‍ organize the rest⁠ of the day.‌

The⁠‍‌ encounter with the‌‌‌ gorilla leader had‌‍‍ completely ruined my‌ plans, so I needed to adjust‍⁠ them.

‘Should‌ I build the‍‌ door and walls…?’​⁠⁠

A single palm strike‌⁠ from the gorilla​ leader would be‌​ enough to destroy⁠‌ any wall or⁠ door.

Even⁠‌‌ in The Three⁠ Little Pigs, the⁠ brick house held​​ up.

But‌‌‌ the gorilla leader​ had rendered all⁠‍​ that logic useless.‌

‘At‌​‌ least he apologized.‌‌​ That means he‌ won’t invade my‍​ territory again.’

Although⁠‍ I also had‍​ no idea when​ another creature as​‍ strong as him​‌ might appear.

That​ meant any structure‌⁠‌ built with effort‍​​ could collapse with‌ a simple flick.‌‌

And⁠ not just structures.‍⁠

Even⁠‌‌ the entire cave⁠‌‍ could collapse just⁠‍ like my mood.‍

‘Forget​ the door and‌ the walls. I’ll⁠‍ only install the⁠ CCTV.’

Thanks‌ to that, I could give up​‌​ without regrets.

It​‌​ was better to⁠ realize it now.⁠⁠

If​‍‍ I had finished‍ building everything only⁠⁠‍ for the gorilla​ leader to destroy⁠⁠​ it afterward, the‌‌⁠ despair would have⁠‍ been much worse.‌‌⁠

But​‍​ I also couldn’t‌‌​ just sit back⁠​​ and let myself​ be robbed.

Losing‍ the fasting pills‍​ was one thing.‍

But‍ if my elixirs⁠‌ were stolen, my​‌ own life would‌‌ be in danger.‌

‘I’ll‌‌⁠ hide the important‌‌ items underground.’

I’d⁠ dig a hole‍​ and carefully cover⁠⁠‍ it with tiger‍⁠‍ hide.

I’d​​ also place charcoal‌⁠‍ to eliminate odors.‌‌

To‍‍ do that, I’d​ have to excavate‍‍ part of the​‌ cave floor.

‘Will⁠⁠ I be able‌​ to do it‌‍ with the pickaxe?’‌

There‍ was some dirt,​‍⁠ but most of​‍​ the floor was‌⁠ rock.

Without‌‍ a hammer or⁠‍ something similar, it⁠​ would be difficult.​⁠

Besides,⁠ my left arm⁠‌‌ was still useless,‍‌⁠ so for now‍‌‌ I only planned⁠‍ to inspect it.​

‘This⁠‍ place should work.’​‍‍

I marked a relatively‌ soft area.

When‌ my left arm​ was fully recovered,‍ probably after lunch,⁠ I could begin⁠‌​ the modifications.

“Chomp!‌‌ Chomp chomp!”

“Hey,‍​ Wonmo.”

You‌⁠‍ can’t eat that‌⁠​ many bananas all‍​‌ at once. You’ll‌‍ get diarrhea.

They​‍ must have been‍ delicious, because he​‍⁠ had already eaten⁠ four bananas by‌‌ himself, including part⁠‌‍ of the peel.‌​

In​​ the end, I had to hide‍​ the bananas too.‍

Wonmo‌‍‌ protested, but there⁠‌ was no alternative.‍⁠

‘I‌‍ guess I’m done‍ with everything…’

It⁠ seemed I had⁠‌ already organized the‌​ most important matters.‌⁠‍

Excavating​​ the floor would​‍ have to wait​ until after lunch.​‌

At‌⁠ that moment, it​‌ was approximately eleven⁠ in the morning.‍

Since​ the gorilla leader⁠‍⁠ had appeared so‌​‌ early, I still‍⁠​ had plenty of‌​‌ free time.

‘First​ I’ll light the​‌ oven. Then I’ll‌​ go to the‍ river and check‌‍ the traps.’

Even⁠‍‍ though I was​ wearing a splint⁠ on my left⁠ arm, work was⁠ still work.

I stood up.

Then​‌‌ I wondered what⁠​‍ I should feed⁠‌⁠ Sloth.

Until‌ now, he had‍⁠‍ only eaten fasting⁠⁠ pills, so I didn’t really know⁠⁠ his normal diet.‍‌​

“Sloth.​⁠‌ What do you​‍ eat? There are‌​ no fasting pills‍‌ left.”

“……”‍​⁠

Sloth‌⁠​ raised a claw⁠⁠‌ and pointed at‌‍​ something.

I turned my head‍ toward where he⁠​‌ was pointing.

Splash!⁠ Splash!

It⁠‍‌ was the metal‌‌​ container where I kept the fish.​

Did‍‍ he eat fish?‌

When‍‌‌ I looked at​ him with that‌‍ thought, he nodded.⁠‍

‘Now⁠​ that I think⁠‌⁠ about it, he⁠ tried to steal‍​‍ fish from me‌‌ at the beginning⁠​ too.’

I still remembered it‌ clearly.

Slowly‍‍ creeping forward to‍ steal it and‍​ getting caught red-handed.‍​⁠

At‌ the time, I had been completely‍ bewildered.

Though​​ looking back on‍ it now, Sloth‍ had shown me​ mercy.

‘Both​ the gorillas and⁠ him seem to⁠ enjoy fish…’

Maybe‍ it was something⁠⁠‍ like comfort food.‌

It‍ may be expensive‍⁠ nowadays, but it’s⁠‌ still delicious.

Most​‍​ likely, both the‌ gorillas and Sloth‍ have difficulty catching⁠‌ fish.

After​‍⁠ all, those golden⁠ frogs live along⁠‌‍ the riverbank.

Without⁠​ traps, it would⁠⁠​ be difficult.

“Got​‍ it. I’ll give‌⁠ you fish for‌ a while. Do‌⁠⁠ you eat it⁠​ raw, just like⁠​‍ Wonmo?”

“……”⁠​‍

He‌ nodded again.

With‍ that, at least⁠⁠‌ for a while,​⁠ I wouldn’t have⁠⁠ to worry about‌‌‍ his food.

I put Sloth on​ my back and‌⁠ set off together​ with Wonmo.

When⁠⁠‍ we arrived at​‌‍ the river, I found two fish​ caught in the‍​ traps.

‘Three‍⁠‌ in the morning.‍ Two at noon.⁠​ Not bad.’

I still had reserves​ left.

Maybe​ three or four‍‍ more fish.

Now⁠‌‌ I also had‍ to consider Sloth’s‌ diet, so I needed to manage​‌‍ them carefully.

If‌​‍ things got complicated,‍ I’d have to‌ rely on smoked⁠ meat.

‘The​‍​ time when I’ll‌​ have to earn‍ my living on‌ my own is‌‌‍ getting closer and​⁠ closer.’

It‍ seems that because⁠⁠⁠ unexpected things keep‍‍⁠ happening one after⁠⁠⁠ another, I’m gradually​​ relying less on‍‌‍ the gallery.

No.​⁠

Thinking‌ about it, it’s‍ precisely thanks to‍ the gallery that‌‌ I’ve managed to​‍ survive until now.​‌

As​​ I cleaned the‍‌ fish, I removed‍‌ the internal cores⁠ from their entrails.‌‍‍

Swish—‌

“Hm?”‍​⁠

But⁠‍ as soon as⁠‍ I took out‌ one of the​‍ internal cores, Sloth‍⁠ extended a hand⁠‌ toward me.

It‍‍ was a gesture‍‌​ that seemed to‍‍​ say he wanted‍‍​ it.

I alternated my gaze​‌​ between his face‌‍​ and his hand‍⁠ before asking in‍⁠⁠ disbelief.

“You‌‍‌ want the internal​ core?”

Sloth‍​‍ responded with a nod.

I was a little​‍ puzzled, but soon⁠ started thinking about⁠‌​ it.

If‍⁠⁠ I’m honest, I have more than​ enough internal cores.‍

Every​ time I cleaned⁠ a fish, I ended up accumulating‍⁠ another one.

Maybe⁠ it would be​​‌ better to give‍ some to Sloth.‍​

“Here.”‍​

“……”‌‍​

The⁠ moment he received​⁠‌ the round internal‍⁠ core, he immediately‌ put it into‌ his mouth.

It‍ seemed he used⁠⁠⁠ it as a substitute for fasting​‍⁠ pills.

Although,⁠ judging by his​ expression, it probably⁠​​ didn’t taste as‌⁠ good as they​ did.

Still,‍‌⁠ as food, it⁠‌⁠ was more than‍ sufficient.

After​ all, it contained‌ far more mana​‍‍ than a fasting​‍ pill.

‘He​‍‌ eats internal cores​​ like food?’

That⁠⁠ was surprising too.‌‍​

Just⁠‌ how strong was​ this guy, really?‌

I looked at Sloth‍‌ several times before⁠‍ continuing to cook.⁠

Although​⁠ my left arm‌‌‍ was still somewhat‌​‌ uncomfortable, cleaning the‌⁠ fish and putting‌​ them into the‌ oven wasn’t difficult.⁠

‘Thank‌​​ goodness the gorillas⁠ didn’t destroy the​​‌ oven.’

Since​​ I had eaten⁠‍​ well and my‌‍ stomach was full,​ it was time‍ to practice my‌​ internal circulation method.​​⁠

Normally,​​ today would have​ been the first⁠ time I consumed​⁠‌ an internal core,‌ but with my‌ arm in this‍‍⁠ condition, I decided‍‌ to postpone it.‌

I’d⁠‍⁠ probably do it‌‍ at night.

It⁠ wouldn’t be long⁠ before I became⁠‍​ stronger again.

‘My‌‍‍ arm seems almost⁠‍ recovered.’

It⁠ was the arm‍‌ where I had‌‌​ injected the elixir​​⁠ with the syringe.‌​​

It‍⁠ appeared to have‌⁠ healed quite a bit.

Of​ course, I wasn’t‍‌‍ planning to go‍ exploring.

Today⁠ I intended to‌‍⁠ stay inside the⁠​ house all day.‌‍

I lightly tapped my⁠​ left arm several​⁠‍ times and nodded.‌​⁠

It‌‍ felt sturdier than‌ before.

‘First,⁠‌⁠ I’ll dig up‍ the cave floor.’​‍⁠

It​ would be the‌⁠ hiding place for‌‍​ the elixir and‌⁠ other valuable items.‌‌

The‌‌ gorillas might not‌⁠​ invade my territory‌​ again, but you⁠‌‍ never know.

They’re​⁠⁠ intelligent creatures.

There⁠ are probably individuals​‌ with the soul​‍​ of a thief‍‍ as well.

I bought a suitably​ sized pickaxe from​⁠ the gallery.

‘Now‌⁠‌ that I think⁠​ about it, I learned all kinds⁠ of things in‍‌‌ the military.’

I learned how to⁠ dig with a shovel in the‌​ military.

And⁠⁠‌ I learned how⁠‍​ to use a pickaxe too.

Back‌​⁠ then, I complained⁠‌ that I’d never‍‍ use those skills.‌‍

And‍‍ now they were​‌ proving incredibly useful.‌‍

Life‌ really takes a lot of turns.‌⁠

I let out a bitter smile as‍ I moved forward.⁠

‘Swing‌‍ it using centrifugal‌ force. Let the​‍ tool’s weight do‌⁠ the work, not‌ your muscles.’

If⁠⁠ I used nothing⁠⁠ but brute force,‍ I’d end up⁠ injuring my back‍‌ and hands.

I learned that the​‌‌ hard way during‍‍‌ military service.

Although‍ an injury got​‍⁠ me a few​ temporary privileges, afterward‌ there was no‍ special treatment at‍ all.

While⁠ remembering that nonsense,⁠ I swung the​ pickaxe once.

Then​ I let it‍ fall exactly where​​ I wanted, applying​​​ only a little‌ force.

Clang!‍ Clang! Clang!

To‍‍ make sure it​‌​ broke properly, I even reinforced the‍‍ pickaxe with aura​ while digging.

Fortunately,‌​⁠ the cave floor⁠ wasn’t particularly hard‍​‌ either, and it‌⁠ began to break‍⁠ apart easily.

‘I⁠⁠ need to make⁠‍ it fairly deep⁠​ if I want⁠‍​ to store entire⁠⁠ boxes.’

And​‍‍ not just deep.⁠‍‍

I’d‍​ have to make​‍ it wide too.⁠

Maybe⁠ in the future‌‌ I’d need to‍‌‌ hide more things⁠​⁠ besides valuable items.​‍​

Maintaining⁠ a steady rhythm,​ I continued swinging‌‌ the pickaxe.

Little‌‌‌ by little, the​ hole began taking‌ shape.

Clang!‍​ Clang! Clang!

However,​ at a certain⁠ point, it stopped⁠‍‍ progressing easily.

It‌⁠‌ seemed I had⁠​⁠ reached a different‌‍‍ layer of rock.‍

Still,​‍​ if I kept‌‍​ striking it, it‌‍ would eventually break.​‍‌

With‍​ that thought, I continued working patiently.‌​‍

Clang!‌‌⁠

“No.”⁠

Clang!‌⁠‍

“Why?”‍​‍

Claaang!​‌‌

“Why​‍⁠ the hell won’t⁠ it break!?”

In⁠​⁠ the end, I lost my patience⁠‌​ and threw the‌ pickaxe into the⁠‍​ distance.

What‌ kind of rock‍‍⁠ was this that​⁠ it could withstand​​ even an aura-reinforced‍‌‌ pickaxe?

Frustrated,⁠⁠‌ I stared at‍⁠ the hole.

I had only excavated⁠ about half of‍⁠​ what I intended.‍⁠‍

Around‍ it were piles​‌ of stones that​‍ I removed one‍​‍ by one with​​ my hands.

Shine.⁠ Shine.

When⁠ I completely cleared​​ away the debris,⁠‍‌ an intensely green‌ stone appeared.

No.‌

Rather‍​‌ than a stone,​ it looked like​‍ ore.

I knew because I had already seen‌‍ orichalcum before.

“And​‍⁠ what the hell‌⁠ is this?”

Even⁠​ digging a hole‍‌​ had become complicated.‍

It‍ seemed like the‌ entire world was‍ determined to mess‍ with me.

Still,‌​​ what kind of⁠​ ore was this‍​‌ to be so‍‍‌ hard that I couldn’t even damage‌​ it with a pickaxe?

I immediately took a photo and uploaded‍‍‌ it to the‌​ gallery.

Title)⁠ Does anyone know‍ what this is?​‌

WildGrills‌

(Photo‌⁠ of a glowing‌‍ green ore)

I was digging a hole to hide‍‍ my valuables and‍​⁠ found this thing.‍‌‍

What‍ the hell is​⁠ it?

Is⁠⁠ it that mithril‌‍⁠ someone mentioned before?‍

It’s‌‍ so absurdly hard‌‍ that my hands​​ already hurt.

└ DwarfPassingBy: Uh. I think that really‌ is mithril.

└WildGrills:‌​⁠ ?

Are​​ you serious? Was‍ it actually real?​‌

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