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Got a Gallery in the Wild Chapter 126: Hell (3)

Chapter 126: Hell (3)

The​‌​ Mithrilcon sword that​⁠ the dwarf had‌ recommended I hand​⁠‍ over very carefully⁠ if possible.

At​ first, I had​​​ planned to give‌‍ it away only⁠ after someone proved‍‌​ they had reached‍​‍ the entrance to​⁠ the Four Seasons‍‍ Forest.

But⁠ then a rather⁠‌⁠ strange old man‌ appeared and proved⁠⁠ it in an‍​ even stranger way.​⁠

On‌‍ top of that,​ he seemed to⁠ be quite a famous person, because​ there were people‍ who recognized him.‍‍​

The​​ master of the‌​‍ Heroine, Asella, who‌ was currently considered​⁠​ a traitor and⁠ was on the‌⁠‌ run.

The‌⁠ fact that someone​‍⁠ like him had⁠⁠‌ been sent with‌​‌ the expedition threw​⁠ the entire gallery‍ into an uproar.​

‘And‌​​ it seems the⁠⁠‍ head moderator knew​​ him too.’

What‌⁠ caught my attention⁠ the most was‌​⁠ how surprised he​​ seemed.

So⁠​ much so that​​‍ he even stopped‌ putting the exclamation⁠ marks at the‌‌‌ end of every‌⁠⁠ sentence.

And⁠​ not only that.‍‍‌

He‌‍​ even sent me‍ a private message​ asking for a favor.

[HeroDontThrowAway:‍ T-this… Mr. Grills!]​‌‍

[WildGrills:‌‍ What’s wrong?]

[HeroDontThrowAway:⁠‍ Could I ask‌​ you a favor?!]​

[WildGrills:​‌ What favor?]

[HeroDontThrowAway:‍ The gift you‌ said you would‌​‍ give to whoever⁠​ proved they belonged⁠‌ to the expedition!]⁠⁠‌

[HeroDontThrowAway:‍​‍ Could you give‍‌‍ it to Mr.‌‍ LudwigvanErold, the one​ who just posted?!]⁠‍‍

[HeroDontThrowAway:‌⁠ I can guarantee‍​‌ who he is!]​​‍

[WildGrills:⁠‍ Do you know‍ him?]

[HeroDontThrowAway:‌ Yes! I know​‌ him very well!]‍‌‍

[WildGrills:​‌‌ Well, if it’s​‌ a request from‍‌ the head moderator…]​

[HeroDontThrowAway:‍‍ Thank you very​​‍ much!]

[HeroDontThrowAway:​‌⁠ The next time​ you do something‌‍⁠ worthy of a ban, I’ll grant‌⁠ you amnesty!]

That⁠‍‍ was how we⁠‍‍ ended up making​‌​ a sort of‍​ deal.

In⁠‌ my case, it‍⁠‍ wasn’t a bad​‌ bargain.

After⁠​ all, I could‌ always forge another​⁠⁠ sword.

More⁠ importantly, I wanted⁠⁠‍ the expedition to‌‍ survive after entering⁠‍ the forest.

And​​⁠ for them to⁠⁠ manage to reach​‌ where I was.​​

You‌‌ could say it‍⁠‌ would be better⁠‌ to give them‍​ an elixir as‌‍ well, but that​‌ was different.

The​​​ elixir that DemonPrincess​‍⁠ had worked so‍‌⁠ hard to create.​‍

I had obtained it​​​ through a trade,‍‍‍ yes, but it⁠​​ also carried her​ goodwill.

If‍ I simply gave​ that token of‌⁠‌ goodwill to someone⁠ else, DemonPrincess might⁠ feel uncomfortable.

That’s‌​⁠ just how the‌⁠‌ human heart works.‍‍‍

‘Besides,⁠​⁠ if they’re part‍ of the expedition,‌‌​ they must be⁠ carrying all kinds‌ of medicine.’

Even‍​ if they weren’t‍‍‌ on the level‌ of an elixir,​ they surely had‍ excellent remedies prepared.⁠⁠

Then⁠‌ all that was‌​​ left was to‌⁠ wait for them⁠⁠ to arrive.

No⁠‍ one knew how​‌ long it would‍ take.

It⁠‌ was a place‌‍⁠ where space changed‌ constantly.

And‌⁠ on top of‌‍ that, the forest⁠ was as large‌‍‌ as a small‍‍⁠ country.

If‍ they were unlucky,‍​‍ we might never‌ meet.

‘They⁠‌ might also settle‌⁠‌ down somewhere, just‍‍ like I did.’‌‍

If‌ they could use​‍⁠ the gallery, finding‌ each other would‍​​ be dozens of⁠‌⁠ times easier.

However,‌‌ common sense said⁠​ that it was​ impossible to use‍‌⁠ the gallery inside‍‍‌ the Four Seasons‌ Forest.

Eldorado​ was convinced that​‌‌ it was possible.‌⁠

Though​ who knows.

Maybe⁠ I was the‍ only special one.⁠‌⁠

‘Have⁠‍⁠ they entered already?’⁠‌

I checked the post⁠ made by the​​ man who had‍⁠ introduced himself as‌‍​ Ludwig.

Since‍​​ I had given‌⁠ him the sword,​ he hadn’t posted‌‍‍ anything else.

It‌​‌ seemed he had⁠‍‌ received the gift⁠⁠‍ and simply disappeared.‌​

If⁠‍​ he was really⁠​ going to enter‌ the Four Seasons​‍‍ Forest, he could​‌ have at least​‌​ announced it.

But​ he hadn’t even‍ done that.

Maybe‌ he really was⁠​‍ an old man,‍‌​ and after receiving‍‍ the gift, he‍ had simply gone⁠​‌ in without another‌​ word.

‘If‌‌ he had been⁠‌ able to use​ the gallery, he‍⁠ would have written⁠⁠‌ something. What a shame.’

Not‍​⁠ five minutes had‍⁠⁠ passed.

An⁠⁠ entire hour had‌⁠ gone by.

And‌‌‌ still, there were​⁠​ no new posts.‌​⁠

People⁠‍ in the gallery‍‍ also seemed curious‌‌ about what had​‌ happened to Ludwig,⁠⁠ but no one​⁠‌ had a way​‍ to find out.‌‍

There‌ was, however, at⁠‍ least one indirect​⁠‍ method.

Ask‌ the head moderator.⁠⁠​

The‍‍​ head moderator could​ see the real-time‍‍ location not only‌‍‌ of registered accounts,⁠ but also of‌‌‌ anonymous users.

It‍⁠​ was a privilege​‍ exclusive to him.‌‌

That‌‌⁠ could at least‌‍‌ give me an‌​‌ idea.

‘I’ll‍ ask him.’

He⁠‌ seemed to know⁠‍⁠ Ludwig, and it​⁠ was important to​​ me as well.‍​‍

I immediately sent him‌ a message.

Hoping‌‍‍ he was online.⁠‍‍

[WildGrills:​⁠ Head moderator.]

[WildGrills:⁠ Do you know‍‍ where the LudwigvanErold‌ account is?]

[WildGrills:⁠ Is he still‌ outside the Four​‍‍ Seasons Forest?]

[HeroDontThrowAway:‌⁠‍ He’s still right​​ in front of‌ the entrance to‍​‌ the Four Seasons⁠ Forest!]

[HeroDontThrowAway:‍ I sent him‍‌ a message, but‌​ he won’t answer‌​ me!]

[WildGrills:​‍⁠ What do you⁠‍ think is happening?]‌‍

[HeroDontThrowAway:‍‌‌ I don’t know⁠​⁠ that either!]

[HeroDontThrowAway:​‌ I think we’ll​‌ only know after​‍‍ a little more​‍​ time passes!]

Did‍ something happen?

That‌ was what I thought after hearing⁠‍‍ the head moderator’s⁠‍ explanation.

Even⁠​​ in the gallery,‌ people were saying​ that it wasn’t‍ an investigation at‍⁠⁠ all, but practically‍‌‌ a purge.

Because‍‍‍ once they were​​ sent into the⁠‌ Four Seasons Forest,‍⁠⁠ the chances of‍ them officially ending⁠‌​ up as “missing”‍⁠⁠ were very high.​

’…Or⁠⁠‌ could it be‌​⁠ that, because he’s⁠​⁠ an old man,⁠ he doesn’t know‌‍⁠ how to send⁠‍​ messages?’

It​ wasn’t a completely‍ absurd idea.

But⁠⁠ there was no⁠‌ way to be​‌ sure.

Before‌​‍ I could even​​​ start making a plan, the expedition‌⁠ first had to‌ enter the forest.⁠

‘No.⁠ What plan?’

In⁠‌ a place where⁠​ space changed however​​‍ it pleased, what‍ could I rely‍ on besides luck?‍⁠

If⁠‌ they were lucky,⁠ they might appear⁠ in the same⁠​ forest where I was.

And‌ if luck abandoned‍⁠‍ them, they could‌⁠‌ end up on​‌‌ the complete opposite​ side.

Besides,‍‍ according to the‍ head moderator, I was currently located​⁠⁠ in the center⁠‍ of the Four⁠⁠⁠ Seasons Forest.

The⁠ chances of us‍⁠‍ meeting were terribly​​⁠ low.

But⁠‌‍ I had no​ choice but to​⁠ trust.

‘For‍ now, I’d better​​‍ keep making charcoal.’​

As‌‌ long as the​⁠‍ expedition hadn’t entered⁠​⁠ the forest, there‌​​ was practically nothing‍ I could do.​‍

Besides,⁠⁠‌ I had my‌‌‍ own tasks as‌​ well.

For​ the moment, I planned to focus‍⁠⁠ on my own⁠ work.

‘Let’s⁠ see… the charcoal‍ kiln…’

Up‍ until now, the​​ amount of charcoal‌ I had obtained​ by lighting campfires​​ had been insignificant.‍

It‌​​ wasn’t even enough‍ to fill a small container.

And‌ every time I forged a sword‌ or another tool,‌​‍ I consumed an‍ enormous amount of​‌⁠ charcoal.

I needed to find‍ a way to‍⁠ produce it in⁠​ large quantities.

I knew nothing about‌ that subject, but‌​ I knew someone‍ who did.

[StarlightPrincess:‌⁠​ The most important‍⁠ thing for making⁠⁠ charcoal is blocking⁠‍⁠ oxygen.]

[WildGrills:​⁠ Blocking oxygen?]

[StarlightPrincess:⁠‍ Yes.]

[DemonPrincess:⁠ Charcoal is produced‌‌​ through incomplete combustion,⁠‍‍ and to do⁠ that, you need‍‍​ to isolate the‍⁠ oxygen.]

[StarlightPrincess:​ Would you like⁠​ me to explain‍⁠ it in more‍​‍ detail?]

[WildGrills:‍ No.]

[WildGrills:​‍ That’s enough.]

[WildGrills:‌ Anyway, thank you‌ very much.]

[StarlightPrincess:​⁠‌ It’s nothing.]

[StarlightPrincess:‌ Whenever you have⁠ questions related to‌​‍ alchemy, ask me.]‌⁠​

That‍​ person was StarlightPrincess,‌‍ a true genius⁠ of alchemy.

The‌​‍ same registered user‍ who had taught​‌‌ me about smoking⁠‌⁠ food before.

I could have asked‌ AllFather, but that⁠‌‌ didn’t seem to​‍ be his specialty,⁠ so I preferred​ consulting StarlightPrincess.

I didn’t even think​⁠ about asking the‌ dwarf, because metallurgy‌ was his field.‌‌‌

‘So‍‍​ I have to‍⁠ block the oxygen…’‍‍

If⁠​ the oxygen was‌ blocked, incomplete combustion​‍ would occur and,⁠ as a result,‍ charcoal would be​‌ produced.

While‌ I was thinking​‍ about it, my‌‍ eyes fell on‍‍​ the kiln.

Or,‌ more precisely, on‍ the clay between‌‍⁠ its joints.

It​ had already hardened‌ and was acting‍ as an adhesive.‌‌​

‘That’s⁠‍ it!’

An​‍ idea came to​ me.

I immediately went to​ gather logs.

The‍​ path that the⁠ boss gorilla had‍⁠‍ opened with a single punch.

Since‌​ the fallen trees​​⁠ were still there,‌ getting wood wasn’t​‌‍ difficult.

‘I’ll‌​‌ explore that path​⁠ later.’

I piled the logs​‍ up as if‍‌⁠ I were preparing‍‌‌ a campfire.

And‌‌ then.

I didn’t light them.​‌

First,‌ I had to​‍ cover them with⁠ clay to block​ the oxygen.

If⁠‍ I simply spread‌‍ the clay over‍‌ the wood, it⁠‍⁠ wouldn’t stick properly‍​ and would just‍ slide off.

‘I’ll⁠ make a framework⁠⁠‍ with branches first.’​‌

So⁠ I surrounded it⁠ with branches, especially‌‌‍ dry branches that​⁠ still had leaves‍​⁠ on them.

Then⁠‍ I covered the​‌⁠ whole thing with⁠ a thick layer‍⁠‌ of clay, shaping‍‌‍ it like a kiln.

But‍⁠ that wasn’t all.‍

At​​⁠ first, it had⁠‌‌ to burn strongly,​ so I left‍‌⁠ several ventilation holes.​

I also left an‍‍⁠ opening at the​‍ top.

I planned to light​‌ the fire from‍ there.

Fwoosh!‌‍⁠

Finally,‌‍ I inserted a burning branch through⁠⁠‍ the top opening‌‍‌ and checked that​‍​ it ignited properly.⁠‌

The​⁠‍ upper part burned⁠ without any problems.​⁠‍

The⁠ important part was​ the bottom.

That⁠​‍ was why I had made the⁠ holes.

Once⁠ I confirmed that⁠ the fire had‍⁠ reached the bottom,‍‌​ I sealed all‍⁠‍ the air vents⁠‌‌ and blocked the​⁠⁠ oxygen.

“Cough!⁠ Cough! Ugh… It’s‌‍​ so spicy. I shouldn’t have checked.”‌

I opened a hole‍ to see how‌​ the fire was⁠⁠ doing, and all‍‌​ I managed to‍⁠​ do was fill‌‌ my lungs with⁠‌ smoke.

In‍ any case, I had confirmed that‌‍⁠ it worked.

Now‍‌ I could take‌ care of other​ things.

‘I⁠​‌ wonder how things‌ are going.’

I entered the gallery⁠​‌ to see if​​ there were any‍ updates.

But​‌ Ludwig hadn’t posted‍ anything.

The⁠​​ only thing circulating​‌ were rumors about⁠ the expedition.

That‌‌ an internal conflict‌ had broken out.‌‌

That​​ Grills’ gift was‌​ too powerful and‌ had caused trouble.​⁠‍

There‌‍​ were theories everywhere,‌‌​ but their credibility​‍ was close to‌ zero.

‘An​​ internal fight? When​‍ their chances of⁠​ survival are already​⁠‍ so low.’

Please,‍⁠‍ don’t fight.

Enter⁠ on good terms‍⁠‌ and come find‌‍ me.

Well.⁠‌⁠

If‍‍ I’m being honest,‌ there’s no guarantee⁠‌‌ they’ll even make​​ it here.

I’d​⁠⁠ better not get‍​‌ my hopes up​‍‍ too much.

After⁠​ checking the gallery⁠⁠⁠ a little longer,‌‍ I closed it.​‌

There‌‍⁠ was nothing interesting.‍‍

‘Wait,‌‍‍ now that I think about it,‍ even if they‍‌​ enter the forest,‍⁠‌ will they be​​ able to reach​⁠⁠ this place?’

Sometimes‌⁠⁠ a column of⁠⁠​ smoke rose into⁠⁠ the sky, but‌‍⁠ that wouldn’t be‌ enough.

In​⁠ this damned forest,​‍‌ even compasses don’t​‌‌ work, and it’s‌​​ so hard to‌​ get your bearings‌‍ that getting lost‌ is incredibly easy.‍​

I was fine because‌ I already had⁠​ experience and always‌‍‍ traveled the same​​​ routes.

But⁠‌⁠ someone entering for⁠‌ the first time​ wouldn’t have that‍‍​ advantage.

‘I​‍ should make signs.’‍‌‍

That‌‌‍ way, they could⁠‌ find the path​‌‌ to where I was.

It⁠‍ was a bit‌ of a stupid⁠⁠‍ method, but an‍‌ effective one.

I prepared the tools⁠⁠⁠ immediately.

Since​‍ there were no‌‌⁠ signs for sale⁠‌ in the auction​ house, I had‍ no choice but​⁠ to make them‌‍‌ myself.

Scritch.‌‍‍ Scritch. Scritch.

There‍⁠​ were plenty of‌‍‍ trees.

I carved a sign​⁠ using a dry⁠ log of an​⁠‌ appropriate size.

I made the board‍‍ and the post‌‌ separately, then assembled‍​​ them together.

‘I’d⁠ better paint it‍‌⁠ white so it‍⁠ stands out.’

I had bought the​ paint at the⁠‍⁠ auction house.

And​‌‍ it wasn’t cheap‍‍ either.

In⁠‍​ the center of‍ the arrow, I drew a house.​

A square with a trapezoidal roof.

I even added a window.

So‍ that anyone could‌​ understand.

Someone‌⁠⁠ lives here!

It‍‍​ looked pretty decent.⁠‍‌

It‌​‍ stood roughly between⁠⁠ my chest and⁠‍​ my neck in​ height.

That⁠‌ way, it would‍ attract more attention.​‌⁠

Title)⁠‍ I made some‍‌ signs in case‍⁠​ the expedition passes‌⁠ by. I’m going​‌‍ to put them​‍⁠ up now.

WildGrills‍‍‌

Members⁠ of the expedition!⁠⁠‍ If you see‌ this, just follow⁠⁠‌ the arrow! It’ll‌ lead you to​ where I am!‍‌

└HeavenlyDemon:⁠‌ You made it‍‌ very well. Just‌‍ like your swords,​‌ you’re very talented‍​ with your hands.‍​‍

└WildGrills:‌ Thanks haha.

└Aren’t‍ you getting your‍ hopes up a little too much?​ lmao.

└I‌​‌ thought this guy‌ was joking, but‍​ he’s completely serious‍ lol.

└And​⁠‍ what are you⁠ going to do⁠ if no one​ ends up entering‍​ the Four Seasons‌‍‍ Forest?

└WildGrills:⁠ I’ll grab Wonmo​‍‌ and start crying.‌⁠

└LMAO.​

└LOL.​​‌

└This‌​ guy is kind‌⁠ of adorable lol.‍​‌

└And‍ what did Wonmo‌‍ do to deserve⁠ that? lmao.

└WildGrills:​ He’s my only​ method of healing.‌​‌

└Are‌ you feeling that‌ lonely? Want me​​‍ to come?

└WildGrills:​‌ Really?

└Of‍⁠ course not, I was joking lol.‌

└WildGrills:‌ You bastard lol.‌⁠⁠

└HeroDontThrowAway:​ If you really‌​ do end up‍​ meeting him, please⁠‍​ treat him kindly!​ Mr. Ludwig is⁠⁠ a truly good‌‍ person!

└WildGrills:‍​‍ First, they’d have‍‍‌ to enter the​ forest for that​ to happen. And⁠‍ there’s still no⁠‍​ news that they’ve⁠​ done so…

└HeroDontThrowAway:​​ That’s true too!​‌ Honestly, I’d rather‌ he didn’t enter!⁠​‍

└WildGrills:‍ You’re destroying my‌‌‌ hopes.

└HeroDontThrowAway:​ I’m sorry, but‌‍ I think it’s​ better to lose‌‍ hope than to​⁠‌ sacrifice a life​‍⁠ for nothing!

└WildGrills:​‍‍ Shit… T_T. I don’t even know​‌‌ how to respond‍ anymore.

└I‌ kind of feel‍‌​ bad for you,⁠​​ Grills… But the‌⁠​ head moderator is‌​ right.

└You’re‍ the weird one.‍ Normally, people enter​ the Four Seasons‌ Forest and die‌‌⁠ within a few​​​ days…

└WildGrills:‍​⁠ If someone is‌⁠ strong enough, the⁠⁠‌ chances of surviving‌ go up. My‌​⁠ senior managed it⁠⁠ too.

└Senior?‌‌ You mean that​ skeleton?

└So​⁠ you finally accepted‍ him as your⁠ senior lol.

Even‌‍‌ the head moderator⁠‌‌ was indirectly telling‍‍‍ me to give‍​‌ up hope.

But​ I had no‌⁠‌ intention of giving​‌​ up!

Of​ course, that didn’t‍ mean I wanted‍​‍ them to risk​​ their lives by⁠​ entering.

It⁠‌‌ was just…

I was assuming that‍ the expedition might‌ end up turning​ into a group⁠‍ of castaways.

‘Are‍ they still waiting⁠ in front of‌ the entrance?’

While‍ thinking about that,‌ I made even​‍‍ more signs.

I planned to place‌​ them all along​​ the path I had traveled so​ far.

‘I⁠ want to talk‌ to someone too.’‌

After‌ two weeks, the‌‍‌ loneliness was starting​‍⁠ to get to​ me.

***‍

And‌​‍ while Grills continued⁠​‌ making and setting‍​⁠ up signs with‍‍ all his goodwill.⁠

Boom!‌‍

“Aaaaargh!”⁠

A Holy Knight was​ sent flying toward‍‌‌ the entrance of​‍ the Four Seasons​ Forest.

He​​⁠ flailed his arms⁠⁠ as though he‍​ was resisting with‌‍⁠ all his might​​ from going inside.​​‌

But​ the moment he⁠⁠ crossed the forest’s​‌‌ entrance.

He⁠ vanished without a trace.

“Fuu…”⁠‍‍

The‌⁠ other Holy Knight‍ who had kicked⁠‌ him inside, Ludwig,‍ let out a long sigh.

Then⁠‍ he slowly turned‍‌⁠ around and faced‍⁠‌ the surveillance group,‍‍‍ who were watching‍‌⁠ him with open​ hostility.

Swoosh.‌‌‍

Ludwig⁠ raised the sword‍ through which a green galaxy flowed.‌‍

And,​‍ releasing a radiant‍ Aura Blade, he‍‌ asked,

“Is‌‍ there anyone else​​⁠ who wants to‍​⁠ go in?”

Just‌⁠⁠ as Grills had​‍ wished, Ludwig was‌‍ gathering survivors with‌​‍ exemplary kindness.

 

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