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Got a Gallery in the Wild Chapter 116: Welcome To… (8)

Chapter 116: Welcome To… (8)

What​⁠‌ is life?

It⁠​⁠ is a deeply‌‍ philosophical question.

An⁠​‍ existence that, at‍ the same moment⁠​‍ it receives life,‍‍‌ also receives the‌ promise of death.‍

An‌⁠‌ existence that runs‌​ toward death and​‌ therefore strives to‌⁠ leave behind descendants,​‌ whether biological or‌⁠ spiritual.

A subject worthy of​​​ deep study from‍‍ both philosophy and​ science, a creation⁠​‍ of the gods.‌​

Life‍⁠ is, in itself,​⁠ the embodiment of⁠ the strange.

Then‍‌‍ a question arises.​

What‍⁠ is the criterion‌​ for distinguishing what‌ is alive?

Scholars​ have proposed numerous​⁠​ criteria to define⁠‍ life, but all‌‌ of them are,​‍ in the end,‌ subjective.

From‍​⁠ a completely objective⁠‍‌ perspective, distinguishing what​‌ is life and⁠ what is not​⁠ is practically impossible.​​

And​‍ that is probably⁠‍‍ no different for‍‍‍ the gallery’s system.⁠‍​

It⁠‍ undoubtedly reflects the‌ subjective opinion of⁠‍ whoever created it.​‌

The‍⁠‌ problem was that‍⁠ until now I had traded all​‌‌ kinds of objects⁠‍‌ without issue.

And​‌‍ yet the mithril⁠ vein shining majestically‍​​ before my eyes…​

For‍⁠ some reason, the‌‍ gallery had classified​⁠ it as a lifeform.

“……”​

I looked at the⁠ mithril vein and‌⁠ sank into thought.⁠⁠‌

The⁠ question “why?” occupied‌​ my entire mind.‌⁠

The‍‌ fragments broken off‍​ from that vein​‌ could be traded.‌⁠​

But⁠ the complete vein‍ could not.

It‌ had been classified​ as a lifeform.⁠

‘Could⁠⁠ it have a core inside, like⁠‌ the Guardian?’

If⁠⁠ so, it was⁠ dangerous.

Because​ it would mean‌⁠ that the mithril‌‍ vein might act​​ like the Guardian.‌⁠‍

Even‍‍‍ though it was​‍ buried underground and⁠ I couldn’t be‍⁠ certain, the unease‍ remained.

The⁠​ gallery had identified⁠⁠ it as a living being.

I had to proceed​‌⁠ carefully.

‘After‌⁠ all the hits⁠‍ I gave it,​​ it still hasn’t⁠ reacted…’

The​ Guardian reacted the⁠ moment I used​‌‍ mana.

In‍‌ contrast, this thing‍​⁠ showed no reaction‍⁠ even though I struck it using​​ mana.

What‌‍ kind of ecosystem​​‍ did that vein​ have?

It‍‌ was difficult to​ understand.

In‍ the end, the​ only thing I knew was that‌‍ the vein was​ alive.

Nothing​​ more.

What‌‌ if it didn’t‍ take on a physical form like⁠ the Guardian?

What​ if it maintained​‌⁠ an amorphous form,⁠⁠‍ like the slimes⁠ in some games?‍‍

What⁠⁠ if one day,‍‍ while I was​ sleeping, a spike‌‌ suddenly emerged and​‌⁠ pierced my body?⁠

Then‌⁠ what?

At⁠​​ the very least,⁠​⁠ a fatal wound.‌‍⁠

The​ human body is‌⁠ fragile.

If‍‍ it pierced my​​ head, it would‌⁠‌ be over.

As⁠ long as that​ risk existed, I couldn’t ignore a living vein.

‘Should​‌ I ask the‌ dwarf first?’

A living vein.

There‌‍‌ was only one​‍‍ person I could​⁠​ ask about something​⁠‌ like that.

The​ dwarf.

And‌⁠ if even he​​⁠ didn’t know the‍⁠​ answer, then I would post the⁠⁠​ question in the‍ gallery.

[WildGrills:‌‌⁠ Hey. Emergency. Emergency.‍‌ Let me ask‍ you something.]

[DwarfPassingBy:‍ What is it?]‌

[WildGrills:‍‌​ Do… living mineral‌‌ veins exist?]

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠ What kind of⁠⁠​ nonsense are you‍‌‍ talking about?]

[DwarfPassingBy:​⁠‌ What grade did‌​ you get in‌​ language class when⁠ you were in⁠‌‍ school?]

[WildGrills:​‍ My parents died,​ so I focused‍ more on working‍ than studying.]

[WildGrills:⁠ I barely met‌⁠‌ the attendance requirements.]​

[DwarfPassingBy:‌‍ Ah, damn it.‍‌⁠ When you put​ it like that,​⁠‌ I sound like‍ an asshole. ;;]⁠​

[WildGrills:‌‍‌ Then stop joking‍‌⁠ around and answer‌‍‍ seriously.]

[DwarfPassingBy:‌⁠ What do you⁠⁠ mean by a mineral being alive?]⁠

[DwarfPassingBy:‌​‍ Are you talking​‌ about the mithril?]⁠​

[WildGrills:​ Yeah.]

[WildGrills:‍‌‌ After hearing what⁠ you said, I started observing it.]‌⁠⁠

[WildGrills:‌ The fragments around​‍ it started wriggling‌ and then reattached‌ themselves to the‌⁠‍ vein.]

[WildGrills:⁠⁠​ Just in case,​⁠ I tried trading‍‌ it, but a window appeared saying​ that living beings‌ cannot be traded.]​

[DwarfPassingBy:​​‍ No idea.]

[DwarfPassingBy:​ Ask in the​ gallery.]

[DwarfPassingBy:‌​ I know you’re​⁠ not talking nonsense,‍⁠​ but I simply‍‌‍ have no clue.‍​‌ Haha.]

Even‌⁠‌ the dwarf, the‍‌ expert, gave up⁠​‌ trying to understand⁠​ it.

In​ the end, I decided to ask‌ in the gallery.‌

Surely​‍‍ someone would know⁠ something.

Just​‍​ in case, I recorded the entire​​ process on video.⁠‌‌

Including‍​ how I broke⁠ off some fragments.‍​

Since​‌‍ I could also​ record the gallery​ window, there was‌​ no problem.

Title)‌ Can minerals have‍ life too?

WildGrills‍‍‌

(Photo‍​ of the mithril​‍​ vein)

(Video‌‌​ showing the message‌⁠ that it cannot⁠⁠ be traded)

(Video‍ of the fragments⁠ slowly crawling back‌ and reattaching themselves‌ to the vein)‍

Just‍​‍ as you can⁠‍‌ see in the‍ videos.

DwarfPassingBy‍⁠ told me this‍‌​ is mithril.

But‌ he also said‌ mithril isn’t alive.‌

Has​​‍ anyone ever seen‌⁠​ something like this?‌‌‌

What⁠​ the hell is⁠ this thing for‌ something like this​ to happen?

└HeavenlyDemon:​‍ They crawl like​‌ worms. It seems⁠‍ they’re desperately struggling‌‌ to survive.

└Swordmaster:‍‌​ It looks like⁠‌ they’re trying to‍ increase their size.‍

└What​​ the hell am‍‍‍ I looking at?‍

└In⁠​‌ my entire life,⁠​​ I never thought‍⁠ I’d see mithril​‍ fragments crawling around‍⁠ like worms. ;;⁠‌‍

└Even‍‌​ if we’re talking‌‍‍ about the Forest‍‍ of Four Seasons,‌⁠​ does this make​​⁠ any sense?

└What​‌ if it has⁠‍⁠ something like a core inside it?⁠⁠‍

└Putting​ that aside, Grills.‍‌‌ Give me some‍‌​ mithril. I’ll put⁠​ it to good⁠ use.

└Now⁠ that I think‌ about it, it​ really was mithril.‌‍ Hahaha.

└Everyone’s‍‌⁠ so shocked by​‍​ the video that⁠⁠ they forgot about‌‌‌ the mithril. Hahaha.⁠⁠‍

└And​​‌ yet someone still‌​ managed to identify⁠ what was important‍‌ immediately. Hahaha.

└AllFather:​‍ The gallery classified​‍‍ it as a lifeform…

└AllFather:‍⁠‍ That is equivalent‍ to saying that​ mineral possesses an‍ “ego.”

└WildGrills:‌‌ An ego?

└AllFather:⁠ Yes.

└AllFather:⁠ Based on my‌‍‍ years of research,​ it seems the​ gallery blocks trade‍ whenever it determines​ that something possesses⁠ its own ego.⁠⁠

└Then​‍‍ plants don’t have‍ egos? Medicinal herbs‍‍ and trees can‌‍‍ be traded without‌​​ any problem.

└AllFather:‍ Having an ego‌​ means thinking.

└AllFather:‌ Thinking, learning through‍​⁠ that thought, and‌ eventually evolving.

└Then‌‍ you’re also saying‌ cancer is alive.​⁠‌ Why doesn’t cancer​‍⁠ count?

└AllFather:⁠​‍ And who said‍‍ it doesn’t?

└I⁠​ read it in​ an old book.⁠‌​

└AllFather:‍⁠ It seems you‍ don’t have an​ ego. Judging by​⁠⁠ how you don’t‌‍‌ think for yourself‍⁠ and instead delegate​‍ your judgment to​ others. If you’d‍‍‌ like, I can‍‌‌ trade for you.‍⁠ I happen to⁠ have a friend⁠⁠ who needs a head.

└Sorry.‌ ;;

└WildGrills:‌⁠ In any case,‍ are you saying‌‌‍ this vein has⁠ an ego? An‌‍​ ego capable of⁠​‍ thinking and making⁠⁠ decisions on its‌​‍ own?

└AllFather:⁠‍ Yes. Besides, it’s​‌‌ not impossible for‌ an inanimate object‌ to develop an⁠⁠⁠ ego. Have you‌‌‍ heard of Ego‌‌ Weapons? They are‍‌ weapons that possess​ their own consciousness.​‌

└HeroDontThrowAway:​​​ Ah! I know‍⁠​ about those too!​‍ The Hero’s Holy⁠‌⁠ Sword is also⁠‍‌ a weapon with‌‍ its own ego!‌

└AllFather:⁠ An excellent example.‍​ However, this is‍ the first time‍ I’ve seen a mineral that possesses​ an ego without‍ first being turned‌‌⁠ into a weapon.⁠⁠​ I recommend being‌⁠‍ cautious. It could‌⁠ eventually become a Guardian.

└A‌ mithril Guardian? Hahaha.​

└Could‌‍​ something like that​ even be defeated?⁠

└Mithril‍‍​ is already hard​⁠⁠ enough to deal⁠⁠‌ with. If a Guardian appears, Grills‍ is dead.

└That’s​​‌ terrifying. ;;

└WildGrills:‍ Then there must​ be some part‌⁠ that is responsible‍ for that ego,⁠​​ right?

└AllFather:‍ Most likely.

└HeroDontThrowAway:‌‍ In the Holy‍‍‍ Sword’s case, it’s⁠‍⁠ the gemstone embedded‌⁠ in the center‍‌ of the hilt!⁠

└WildGrills:‍‍⁠ I wasn’t asking​‌‌ you.

└HeroDontThrowAway:​ Yesss……!

└WildGrills:‌​ Sorry. I’m a little worked up‍ and spoke too‍‌‍ harshly.

└HeroDontThrowAway:​​ It’s okay! I’ve​‍⁠ been told much​⁠‌ worse things! One⁠⁠ time someone even​ called me a son of a b***h!

└WildGrills:‌ …

For⁠‌ a moment, I felt sorry for‍ the head moderator,‍ but I decided‌‌ to let it​ go.

Those‍ were the hardships‌​ that came with‍​ wearing the moderator’s⁠​ armband.

I looked at the‌​ mithril vein that​‌‌ supposedly possessed an‍‍ ego.

How‍‍⁠ the hell was‌​‍ I supposed to‌‍ get rid of⁠ it?

The​ thought of some​ kind of accident⁠‌⁠ happening while I was mining it⁠ terrified me.

“Ahem.‍⁠​ Friend?”

“……”⁠‍‍

“If⁠‍⁠ you can hear‌ me, would you‍‍ mind moving somewhere‌ else?”

So⁠⁠ I made the​ request in the‌⁠ most polite way⁠‍ possible. It sounded​⁠ stupid, but I was completely serious.‍‌

Of‍ course, the vein⁠‌​ didn’t move.

It‌⁠ had no ears.‍

And‌ just because something​ is alive doesn’t‍⁠ mean it has‌ ears.

Does‍‍ a jellyfish respond‌‍ when you talk‌‌ to it?

Of‍⁠ course not.

“Hmm.‍‌ This won’t work.”‍‌‍

I couldn’t leave it‌⁠​ like this.

I made a drastic‌‍‌ decision.

Even​​ if I had⁠ to destroy the‍‌ entire rear section​ of the cave,‍‌⁠ I would extract‍⁠⁠ all of the‍ mithril.

It‍ was better to‌​⁠ personally defuse a bomb than sleep⁠ on top of⁠‌‍ it.

‘If‌​ neither of us‍​​ had known about​‌ the other’s existence,‌ this thing probably​ would have remained⁠ quiet.’

They​‌ say ignorance is‌ bliss.

Maybe‍⁠⁠ I had awakened‍‌‌ something that should⁠​⁠ have remained dormant.‌‍

But‍⁠‍ it was too​ late now.

What⁠⁠⁠ was done was‌ done.

Just⁠‍​ in case, I put the sloth⁠ on my back‌ and started mining.‌‌

Clang!⁠‍ Clang!

I wasn’t mining the​⁠⁠ mithril directly.

I was carefully removing‍ the surrounding rock.​⁠​

I needed to see⁠ with my own⁠ eyes how large​​ that vein really​‍ was.

Fortunately,‍​⁠ it seemed to​⁠ extend only within‍​ the cave.

‘Games​ and reality really‍ are completely different.’​‍‌

In⁠​ a certain block-based⁠‍ world, all you​‍‍ needed was an​‍ iron pickaxe to‌ dig down into‍‍⁠ lava-filled areas.

Only⁠⁠ superhuman protagonists could​‍ do something like‌‌ that.

I was just a human who had⁠‌ fallen into the⁠‍‍ Forest of Four​‌⁠ Seasons because of‍‌ a joke played‍‌ by the gods.⁠‌

I sighed, but right⁠‍ now the important‌ thing was to⁠‌ keep digging.

Clang!‍ Clang!

How​‌‍ much time had‍​ passed?

When⁠⁠ I dug down​ to a depth‌​ roughly equal to​‍​ my height, the‍‍ overall outline gradually‍⁠​ began to reveal‌⁠ itself.

“Ah,‍‍‌ damn it. Seriously.”‌‍⁠

I take it back.​

What⁠ I had seen⁠​‌ so far was​⁠ nothing more than‍⁠​ the tip of‌ the iceberg.

No⁠‍ matter how much⁠ I dug, I couldn’t find the‍‍ end.

Just​ how far did​ this vein extend?​‍⁠

It‍ was impossible to​​ estimate.

‘I’m‍‌ going crazy.’

At‌‍ this rate, I would have to‍⁠‍ destroy not just‌‌ the back of​‍ the cave but⁠‌⁠ the entire cave.⁠​

And​⁠ even then, I still needed a place to sleep.‌

I was already starting‌ to feel like⁠‍ giving up.

I stared at the⁠ shining mithril vein‍ with a defeated‍​ expression.

‘Was‌ it Gyeongju?’

They⁠‌ say that in​‌⁠ that region, all⁠ you have to​⁠ do is dig‌ in your yard⁠‍ to find relics.​

And‍⁠‍ here I was‌‍ getting a headache​​‍ because I found‌​ mithril.

And‌ not just any‍⁠⁠ mithril.

One‍​ that could turn‌​ into a Guardian.​‌

Orichalcum‌⁠ was already scary⁠⁠ enough.

A mithril Guardian sounded‌⁠ even worse.

‘There’s​ no alternative. I’ll‍ have to extract​ all of it.’‍​‍

I changed my plan.‌

My​⁠⁠ goal now was⁠‍⁠ to find the⁠‍‌ source of that‍ life by excavating‌⁠​ the entire vein.​‍

Maybe⁠ it would never‍ become a Guardian.⁠​

But‌ I couldn’t ignore‍ the worst-case scenario.‍

Clang!‍‌​ Clang! Clang!

So⁠⁠‍ I kept mining.​‍‌

My‌⁠⁠ hands gradually began‍​‌ to go numb,​​ but I endured‍‌⁠ it.

If​⁠ I didn’t get⁠ rid of this‌⁠‌ thing, my life‍‌ would be in‍‌​ danger.

This⁠ was literally an⁠‌ excavation where my​‍⁠ life was on‌ the line.

Fortunately,⁠⁠ I also had​‍ the pickaxe DwarfPassingBy​‌‍ had given me.​‌

The‍ mithril fragments and​​‌ blocks I extracted⁠⁠‌ were stored in⁠ the storage bag.⁠

“Haah…‌‌ haaah…”

After‌‍ an entire hour⁠ of using the‌ pickaxe, I was⁠ the one who⁠‍ ended up exhausted.‌

And‍ the mithril vein​​​ still looked just‌⁠⁠ as imposing as‍‌ before.

In​⁠‍ fact, the more‍ I struck it,‌ the harder it‌‌ seemed to become.‌

Or‍​⁠ rather, the deeper⁠ I dug, the​⁠ tougher it became.​

‘I​ definitely need DwarfPassingBy‌⁠‌ to make me‌ a mithril pickaxe.’​‌

Or⁠⁠⁠ I needed to⁠⁠ finally complete the‍⁠‍ Aura Blade.

I wasn’t making any‍⁠‍ progress at all.⁠⁠‍

Still,‌‌​ I had to‌‌ keep doing everything⁠‍ I could.

Rome‍ wasn’t built in‍ a day.

[WildGrills:‍⁠​ HeavenlyDemon. I’ll give‌ you a block⁠‍ of mithril. Use‍ it to make‌⁠ yourself a weapon.]⁠​

[WildGrills:‌‌ It’s my way‍‍‌ of repaying you⁠‍ for the sword⁠ you gave me.]‍‌

[HeavenlyDemon:‌ There was no⁠‍‍ need to go‌ that far. Your​⁠‌ kindness will be‍ your downfall someday.]​⁠

[WildGrills:​‍ I owe my‍ life several times‍​‍ over to that​‌ sword.]

[WildGrills:‌ If it weren’t‍​ for it, I’d⁠ already be dead.]⁠

[WildGrills:⁠‍‌ So please accept‌⁠⁠ it.]

[HeavenlyDemon:‌⁠ Refusing it would‍ also be disrespectful.]​

[HeavenlyDemon:​⁠‍ I will accept‌⁠‌ it with gratitude.]‌

I took a break​‍⁠ and gave a block of mithril‍ to HeavenlyDemon.

[WildGrills:‍⁠⁠ Mithril isn’t exactly‌‍‍ cheap, so I hope you’ll accept‍​​ it.]

[SunForEver:​ Saying mithril is​ pocket change is⁠​⁠ something not even‍⁠‌ a king could‌‍ get away with⁠⁠ saying. ;;]

[WildGrills:‌‌​ Then please accept​⁠ it.]

[WildGrills:‌‍ It’s my way‌⁠‍ of thanking you‌⁠​ for all the⁠‍ shields you’ve given‍‍‌ me.]

[SunForEver:‌‍‍ Didn’t you already⁠ give me an‌⁠ adult mandrake? I think that was⁠‍ more than enough.]⁠​‍

[WildGrills:‌​‍ So you don’t‍⁠⁠ want it?]

[SunForEver:‌‌⁠ There’s no one‍ who refuses something​⁠ free.]

[SunForEver:⁠ Thanks. I think⁠‍‍ I’ll make some⁠​​ kind of accessory‌ with this.]

[WildGrills:⁠ Thank you very⁠‍‌ much.]

I also gave a block of mithril⁠‌ to SunForEver, who⁠⁠​ had been providing​‍‍ me with shields.​‌‍

After​⁠ that, I returned‍‍ to mining.

It‌ was a never-ending⁠‍ battle.

However,​ even when night‌ came, I still​‍⁠ hadn’t managed to‍⁠‍ extract the entire⁠ vein.

‘I‍⁠ guess I’ll have⁠ to sleep as⁠‍​ far away from⁠ it as possible.’​‍​

After​‌⁠ spending the whole​ day swinging a pickaxe, my hands‌ were completely numb.‌‍

While⁠‍‍ massaging my aching⁠‍‌ palms, I opened‍‍‍ the gallery.

There⁠‌ were about thirty⁠ minutes left until‌‌ dinner, so I planned to pass‍⁠ the time browsing.​‌‍

‘I’ve‍​​ got a message​ from DwarfPassingBy.’

I had been sending‌‍‌ him mithril every​​ time I extracted‍ some.

And⁠‌‌ along the way,⁠ I kept insisting​ that he make​⁠⁠ me a solid‍ mithril pickaxe.

Judging⁠​ by when the‍ message arrived, I assumed he had‍ already finished it​⁠​ or was working⁠​‌ on it.

[DwarfPassingBy:‍ Hey. We’re screwed.]‍​‍

However,​ the message was​‍‌ far from what​ I expected.

It‌​ was short, direct,​ and perfectly described‍‍‍ the situation he​ was in.

Seeing⁠​‍ it made me‍‌ more curious than‍​‌ worried.

[WildGrills:​​ What happened?]

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠ The mithril won’t‍⁠‍ melt.]

[WildGrills:‌ …? What do‍​‌ you mean?]

[DwarfPassingBy:​ No matter what‍ I do, I can’t melt it⁠ down to pour‍⁠ it into a mold.]

[DwarfPassingBy:‌​⁠ And it won’t‍ break either.]

Then‌‌‍ he added:

[DwarfPassingBy:​​ I investigated it.]⁠⁠​

[DwarfPassingBy:‌‌​ It contains an⁠ absurd amount of‌​ mana.]

[DwarfPassingBy:‌ It would take​⁠ a special furnace‌⁠ to melt it.]‌‍‌

[DwarfPassingBy:​​ So I think‍⁠ I’ll have to⁠‍‍ return it to‍‍‌ you.]

[WildGrills:‍​ You’re not telling‌‌ me I’ll have⁠‌⁠ to melt it‍ down and make‌‍‍ my own equipment,​‌ are you?]

[DwarfPassingBy:​⁠‌ Yes. Exactly.]

Damn‌‍⁠ it.

[DwarfPassingBy:​‍​ But one thing​‌ is certain. The‌‍ performance will be​​‍ ridiculously good. Hahaha.]‌

What‌ he really meant​‍ was that he‌‌‍ had just added‌⁠​ even more items‍ to the list‌⁠‍ of things I needed to do.⁠​⁠

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