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Got a Gallery in the Wild Chapter 92: Tracks (1)

Chapter 92: Tracks (1)

I think I’ll have‍ to correct what⁠​ I said about​‍​ eel.

It⁠ was literally a natural physical strength⁠​ enhancer.

That​ description fit it​⁠​ perfectly.

Of​ course, it had‌ the small no,⁠‌‍ enormous problem of⁠‌​ side effects, but‌ even so, it​‌ was manageable.

And⁠‌ most importantly, it‍ wasn’t temporary like‍ a normal drug.⁠

There​ was a high​‍ probability that it⁠ was permanent.

‘That‍​ whole thing about‍⁠‍ improving male vitality​​​ and all that‍⁠‌ basically means it⁠‌‍ increases stamina overall.’‌‌‌

People⁠ exaggerate the rumors​ a lot, but​‍⁠ in reality, eel​ is good for‌‍​ anyone, regardless of‍‌ sex or age.​⁠‌

It​‍ would be strange⁠‍ if something good‍‌ for men were​ bad for women.‍‍

The‌ best way to‌ think of it⁠‍ was as a simple energy supplement.⁠

Though‌​​ in the Forest‍‍ of Four Seasons,‍​ it didn’t just‌​ increase energy, but​⁠⁠ physical abilities overall.​

‘If‍‌​ I hadn’t learned‍ the Inner Cultivation⁠⁠⁠ Method, it would’ve‌​ been a disaster.’‍‍⁠

But‍⁠‍ anything the body​‌ can’t process eventually‌ causes problems.

If‌​ HeavenlyDemon hadn’t taught‍‌ me the Inner‌​​ Cultivation Method.

If​ she hadn’t taught​⁠‌ me the breathing⁠‍‍ formulas.

That‍‍ thing probably would’ve‍​ exploded.

‘Training⁠‍ the Inner Cultivation‍ Method really has⁠ no drawbacks at⁠‌​ all.’

It‍‍​ reduces fatigue.

Increases​ mana.

And​⁠​ every time my​​‌ body develops some‌ abnormality, it also​​⁠ corrects it.

It⁠ was practically perfect.⁠‍

I definitely needed to​⁠ train it even‌‍​ more.

“Uup.”‌

I started repositioning the⁠⁠​ barricades one by‌ one.

Thanks⁠​ to my increased‌​​ strength, I was‌‍⁠ able to save⁠ far more time​​⁠ than before.

‘I’ll⁠‌ place the barricades‍‍⁠ the dwarf gave⁠​‍ me here.’

After⁠‍‍ reorganizing them, I returned to the​‌‍ cave and started​​ on other tasks.‌⁠

The‌ first was updating‍ the map.

I marked the location‌⁠⁠ of the ocean.⁠‍​

And⁠‍ not only was‍ there a sea,‍ but also several‌‌ rivers where the​​ water flowed backward‍⁠ inland.

Since⁠ I still didn’t‍‌​ know exactly where‌ those rivers led,​⁠ I left large‍‍‍ blank spaces on⁠‍​ the map.

‘Even​‍ that river split‌⁠ into two separate‌‌‌ currents at the⁠‌ end.’

The⁠‌ problem was that‍​⁠ the place where​ it flowed seemed‍ pretty terrifying.

From​ there, I could⁠​ hear sounds like​ “Uuuh! Uuuh!” as⁠ if a group​ of monkeys lived​ nearby.

I would rather avoid​ that place if​​‌ possible, but I’d⁠⁠‌ probably end up⁠ going there sooner⁠‍ or later.

‘How‍ could monkeys have‍​‍ evolved?’

The⁠⁠ first thing that⁠​​ changed in most⁠ animals was their‍‌‌ size.

Almost‍ every creature I had seen so‌‌ far was enormous.⁠‌

So⁠‌ what kind of⁠ monsters would monkeys,‌⁠ animals famous for⁠​‌ their intelligence, become?‌‍

I had imagined it‌ before, but please.​​​

Don’t‌​ let them end‍‌ up deformed like‌​ that humanoid shark.‍​⁠

‘First⁠⁠​ I’ll go upstream.’​​

I had already finished‍‌​ reorganizing the barricades,​​⁠ so I went​‍​ to check how⁠ many fish had⁠‌⁠ fallen into the‍⁠ traps.

During​⁠​ the night, I caught a total⁠ of three fish.‍‌

Quite​‍ a plentiful amount.​​

And​​‌ on top of⁠ that, unexpected food⁠‍ like the turtle‍‌‌ egg appeared from‍⁠‍ time to time,⁠‍ so little by‌‌ little my supplies‍‌ were piling up.‍

‘I’ll⁠‍ have turtle egg‍⁠ for breakfast.’

If‌ I left it‌⁠ too long, it⁠‍ could spoil.

Things​ like this were⁠ better consumed quickly.‌⁠

And​ besides, the egg‍​ was as large‌​ as an ostrich​‌ egg.

I’d‍ definitely end up​⁠‌ completely full.

‘I‍​ guess I’ll have‍‌ to cook it​ half-done.’

Even​ though I had‍‌​ a spatula, the‌ problem was that‌‍​ the egg was​‌ too large to⁠ flip over.

After⁠ thinking about it⁠⁠‌ for a bit,​⁠ I decided to⁠‍‍ cook it that​​​ way.

Half-cooked​‌⁠ egg tasted good​‍ too.

So‌⁠⁠ I poured a bit of oil​‍‍ into a huge‌​ iron pan and​​ heated it over‌⁠‍ the campfire.

Once⁠​​ it was hot​‌​ enough, I cracked⁠ the egg.

Tap!‌‌‍ Tap-tap! Thud!

“Hm?”‌

But​⁠‌ unexpectedly, it didn’t‌ crack properly.

It‍‍ was pretty hard.​‌

I guess because of‍‌⁠ the size, the‌⁠⁠ shell was also​⁠⁠ much thicker.

Afraid‍‍‌ the oil would‌ splatter everywhere, I quickly went to⁠‌‍ get a hammer.‍‍‍

Clang!⁠​⁠ Clang! Clang!

“No​‍ fucking way…”

Not‌​⁠ even the hammer‍‌​ could crack it⁠ properly.

The​​‍ shell was as​ hard as metal.⁠

Even⁠‍⁠ when I increased‌⁠‍ the force of⁠ the blows, it‌⁠​ still showed no​ signs of breaking.⁠‌‍

It‍​ seemed it had​‍ evolved that way​​ so beasts wouldn’t​ easily break it⁠⁠⁠ while the mother⁠‍​ was away.

‘Then‍ how the hell‌ do the hatchlings​​‍ come out?’

Do⁠⁠ only the strongest⁠⁠‍ survive?

What‌‌​ a hellish race⁠​ from birth.

In​‍ the end, I even had to⁠‍‌ use aura to‍​‌ open the egg.⁠⁠

Sizzleeeee!​

But‌ at least the​‍ effort was worth​‍ it.

The‌ egg started cooking⁠‍‌ perfectly.

The​‍ amount was so⁠⁠⁠ enormous that it⁠⁠ filled the entire‍ pan.

I sprinkled salt over⁠⁠⁠ it.

That‍⁠ would definitely make​‍⁠ the flavor even‌ better.

Salt‍​⁠ was a divine‌‌ gift.

‘Maybe​‌ I should’ve brought⁠​ another egg.’

Though‍‌ I probably wouldn’t‍‌ have been able⁠⁠ to carry it​ anyway.

I let out a small laugh and,​ once the egg‌ was ready, removed‍‌ the pan from⁠‍ the fire.

It​‌ was too big‍​​ even to transfer‍‌ onto a plate.‍

I had no choice⁠‍​ but to cut‍ it like a steak.

I prepared a knife‍ and fork, then⁠ cut off one⁠‌‍ corner.

The‍ key was cooking‍‌ the edges thoroughly‍ until they were‌⁠‍ almost fried.

Crunch.​

The‌ crispy texture of​‌ the edges combined‍ with the softness‌ typical of egg‍ white.

And⁠​ on top of‌​​ that, the salty‍‌​ flavor from the‍‍ salt.

Objectively⁠‌ speaking, the fish⁠ tasted better.

But⁠⁠ eggs had something​‍⁠ special.

Especially⁠​​ because this one​⁠ didn’t come from​​ the auction house,​⁠ but because I had obtained it‍ directly in the‌ wild.

Pop!⁠‌

I broke the perfectly⁠​​ placed yolk in​‌ the center.

Then​​ I used it‍⁠ as sauce while‌⁠ devouring the egg​ white.

The‍‍ yolk also had‍ no strong smell.⁠‌⁠

It⁠‍⁠ had a strange‌ but incredibly addictive‌‌ flavor.

“Woah.⁠‍ This is delicious.”‍⁠⁠

I ended up devouring‌‌ the entire pan‍ of egg.

And​⁠ afterward, I wiped⁠‍​ my mouth with⁠‍ a napkin.

It​‌ wasn’t on the​​ level of a steak, but it⁠‍⁠ had a flavor‌‌⁠ similar to bacon.‍⁠​

It‌​ was absurdly delicious.⁠⁠​

Both​‍‌ the eel and‍‍‌ most foods from​‌ the Forest of⁠​‍ Four Seasons tasted‍ unbelievably good.

‘Though⁠ a huge part‍ of the credit​‍ goes to the​ salt.’

In‌⁠ reality, salt was​ way too overpowered.⁠‍

Without​‍ it, none of‍‍⁠ this would probably‍ taste nearly as⁠‍ good.

Moments‍​⁠ like these made‌​‍ me appreciate the​​‌ existence of the‌ gallery even more.‍

If‍ the gallery didn’t⁠‍​ exist, even obtaining⁠ salt would’ve been‌‌‌ a monstrous task.‌⁠‍

‘Or⁠ maybe I’d already‍ be dead.’

I finished cleaning everything‌ and checked the⁠ time.

Since‌⁠ I had reorganized​‌⁠ the barricades first,​ it was only⁠‌‍ around nine in​‍ the morning.

I usually considered eight‍‍‌ o’clock the official⁠⁠⁠ start of the‍ day.

‘There’s​⁠⁠ still plenty of‌‍ time left, and‍ I also need⁠​⁠ to receive something.‌ I’ll use the​‍‌ morning to train.’⁠

There‌ was still one⁠ item I hadn’t‍ received yesterday.

The‍‌​ special container SmartMind‌​ said could store​​‍ Internal Cores.

I wasn’t sure something⁠​ like that really‍ existed, but since⁠ he promised to‍ give it to​ me, I intended⁠ to accept it.⁠‍⁠

‘And⁠‌ if he tries‌​ to scam me,‍‍‌ I’ll just stop‍⁠ trading with him.’​

Internal⁠‌‌ Cores were plentiful.‌‍‌

Every​​‍ time I gutted‌‌⁠ a fish, I found one.

Just‍‌⁠ the ones I had accumulated so‍ far were already​ close to ten.⁠

Giving​‌‍ one away wouldn’t‌ be a problem.‌

Title)⁠ WildGrills: SmartMind, requesting⁠‌ trade.

If‌‍ you see this​ message, please accept⁠‌‌ the trade. I was busy yesterday.‍‌

About⁠​ five minutes after‌‌ posting that, I finally received a message.

I had also been​⁠ waiting for SmartMind,⁠‍​ so I accepted‌ without hesitation.

[SmartMind:‌​‌ Greetings, Mr. Grills.⁠ First, I would‌‌​ like to express‌‍ my gratitude for‍‌⁠ accepting this trade.]‍‍⁠

[WildGrills:‌ Isn’t the way‍⁠​ you speak in‌‍ private completely different​ from your comments?]⁠

[SmartMind:‍ My philosophy is​‍ to always show‍⁠⁠ respect toward those‍ who provide resources.]​⁠

[WildGrills:‌​ I have no​ intention of becoming​⁠ anyone’s supplier.]

[SmartMind:​‌‍ Considering the value​‌ of Internal Cores,​ you have more⁠‌‍ than enough qualifications⁠​‌ to be one.]​​‍

What​⁠ a strange mindset​⁠​ this guy has.‌‍

Though‍ maybe he’s just‍ genuinely polite.

After‌ all, the gallery⁠‌⁠ was full of⁠ all kinds of⁠⁠‌ people.

This‍‌ wasn’t even that⁠ strange.

Just‌⁠ look at HeavenlyDemon.‍‌‍

Though‌​⁠ honestly, this overly‍​‍ respectful way of​‍ speaking was actually‌⁠⁠ more comfortable.

At​‌‍ the very least,⁠ he had already​ earned some points‍‌‍ with me.

[WildGrills:‍⁠ So, what exactly‌​‌ is this container⁠ for storing Internal‍⁠ Cores?]

[SmartMind:‍‍ It is a bottle that generates​‍ cold when energy⁠‍ is injected into‌ it.]

[SmartMind:‌ You may think‍ of it as‌‍ a miniature refrigerator.]‌​‍

[WildGrills:​ If it runs​‍ on mana, wouldn’t​ it be better​‍ to just buy​ a refrigerator…]

[SmartMind:‍⁠‌ The amount of⁠ energy required is‍ vastly lower.]

[SmartMind:​‍ Furthermore, manufacturing it​ is complicated, which​ is why it‍ is normally only‌ used for storing​ important objects.]

[WildGrills:‍​ And you still​ plan to give​​⁠ me something like⁠⁠​ that?]

[SmartMind:‌‍ Things like this​ can be obtained‍​ with money, but‌​ Internal Cores are⁠​​ difficult to obtain‍​ even with money.]‍

I more or less​‌ understood.

It‍ was because of‍ rarity.

Earlier,⁠‍ KingLeor had given‍​‍ me a crystal​ sphere enchanted with‍ light magic.

So⁠⁠ it wasn’t that‍‍⁠ strange for containers​‍⁠ that emitted cold‍⁠ to exist.

After‌‍​ all, this was‌⁠ fantasy.

The​ best thing was​‌‍ to just accept‌ it without overthinking.‍⁠

If​‍ I started analyzing​⁠ every single thing,​​ I’d only end‌​‌ up with a headache.

[WildGrills:‌​ Understood.]

[WildGrills:‌ But it won’t‍⁠ break or anything‌ like that, right?]​

[SmartMind:​ The chances are⁠​ extremely low, but‌‍ if it does‍​ become damaged, please‍‌ inform me immediately.]​​

[SmartMind:‌‍ I will repair‍‍⁠ it myself.]

[WildGrills:⁠​ Thank you very‍ much.]

[WildGrills:‍​⁠ I’ll give you‍‍‌ the Internal Core‌⁠‍ I obtained today,​⁠⁠ so I hope‌ it’ll be a fair trade.]

[SmartMind:‍ The honor is‍⁠⁠ mine.]

It‍‌ really wasn’t that⁠‍ serious.

I finished the exchange​⁠⁠ with SmartMind, who⁠‌ maintained impeccable manners‍‍ until the very‌‌‌ end.

Shortly⁠​ afterward, I received​‌ the bottle he​‍‌ had mentioned.

‘What‌‌‌ kind of letters​​‌ are these?’

The​‍ bottle had completely‍ unfamiliar characters engraved⁠‍ on it.

It​ was much smaller​‌ than an elixir‌​‌ bottle and barely‍ the size of⁠​ my pinky finger.‌​

Though​​​ it was thick​ enough to store​​‍ an Internal Core,⁠​‌ it didn’t emit⁠‍ any cold from⁠‍‌ the outside.

‘Did‍​ he scam me?’‍​​

I started getting a little worried, so‌‌ I immediately tested⁠‍ how it worked.‍‌⁠

When‍‍ I removed the​​‍ cork sealing the‍‍‌ bottle, a cold⁠‍ current slowly began‍‍ to flow out.‌

Even⁠‌⁠ so, I thought‌‌‍ maybe he had⁠ simply trapped cold‍‌‍ air inside, so‌​‍ I waited quietly⁠‍ for thirty seconds.‍‌

But‌ even after that‌​ time, the bottle‍‌⁠ continued releasing a constant coldness.

‘How‍ curious.’

Mini⁠ refrigerators didn’t exist,​​ but things like​‌ this did.

Even⁠⁠ if he said⁠⁠⁠ it was because‌ of mana consumption,⁠​ honestly, I didn’t⁠ understand any of‍‌⁠ it.

Well,‌⁠ as long as​⁠ it worked, it​‌ didn’t matter.

I placed all the​ Internal Cores I had gathered so⁠⁠​ far inside it.​‍‍

The⁠⁠ moment I stored​‍​ them, the surface⁠‌ of the bottle⁠​‍ turned white as⁠​ if covered in​​ frost.

‘Could​ it be because‍ the mana from‌‍ the Internal Cores​​ is increasing the​‌ cold?’

I guess it’s something‍ like that.

As​ long as they​⁠ were preserved properly,⁠‍ it didn’t matter.⁠‌‍

Now‌‌​ that their storage‌​ duration had increased,‍​ I stood up‍⁠ and started training.‌​

As⁠ always, the training⁠​​ consisted of sword‌ and shield practice.​⁠⁠

From⁠​‍ now on, I planned to do​ it once a day.

‘More‍ specifically, while Wonmo​​ is asleep.’

At​‌‍ that moment, Wonmo‌ was completely sprawled‌⁠ out on the​ ground, fast asleep‌⁠‍ with his belly‍ exposed.

I didn’t know whether‌​ it was because​‌ I was beside​‍​ him or because‍ he still didn’t‍⁠‍ understand the dangers​​ of the wild.‌⁠‍

‘Though‌ he’s adorable.’

Wonmo‍‌ was a baby.​⁠‌

And​‍ babies should be​ protected.

Besides,‍‍ I had killed​‌ his mother.

Even‍‍ if his mother‍‌‍ had tried to‌​ kill me first.⁠⁠​

If⁠⁠⁠ I had decided‍‌ to raise him,‍‌‌ then I needed‌‍‌ to take responsibility.‌‌⁠

‘Training‍⁠‍ is fine, but⁠ how the hell​‌‌ am I supposed‌​‌ to improve my​​⁠ reaction speed?’

While‌ practicing, I glanced⁠‌ off to the​‍ side.

Toward⁠‍‍ the sloth.

I didn’t expect to‍ reach that guy’s‍ monstrous agility, dynamic⁠​‌ vision, or reflexes.‌‌

But⁠​⁠ at the very​⁠ least, I wanted⁠​ to develop enough‍⁠ reaction speed to​‍ respond.

‘Snakes​‍ are the biggest‌ problem.’

Snakes‍‍​ were fast.

And​‍‌ stealthy.

Even‍ if they were​ still slower than​ the sloth, I still needed to​‌⁠ prepare for them.⁠⁠‌

Besides,⁠⁠ improving reaction speed​ would never be‌​‍ a disadvantage.

It‍​‌ meant gaining opportunities​​ to counterattack.

So‌‌​ I decided to‌​​ ask the gallery.​‌‍

How‌​ exactly was I supposed to improve‍‍ my reflexes?

Title)‌ Exercises to improve‍‌‍ reaction speed?

WildGrills‌⁠

I want to improve‌ my reflexes. Are⁠ there any good‍‌​ exercises for that?‍⁠‌

└HeavenlyDemon:‌​ Don’t you have‌⁠​ the sloth?

└WildGrills:‌⁠ And what about⁠‌⁠ him?

└HeavenlyDemon:⁠⁠​ I thought if‍ you trained against‌ him, your reflexes⁠⁠⁠ would naturally improve.⁠‍‌

└WildGrills:⁠‌ If I do⁠ that, there’s a high probability I’ll⁠ die;;

└Swordmaster:‌​ Exercises to improve‌ reflexes are simple.⁠‌ You only need‌‌ to train by‍‍​ constantly stimulating the‍ nerves.

└WildGrills:‍ I don’t understand⁠‍​ what that means.​⁠⁠

└Swordmaster:‍‌ Throw a highly‍⁠ bouncy ball against⁠⁠⁠ a wall with⁠ all your strength.‍ If you repeatedly​ catch it, your⁠‌ reflexes will naturally⁠ improve.

└WildGrills:‍​⁠ And what if​‍ the ball ends‍​ up hitting me?‌​

└Swordmaster:⁠‍ Then it hits⁠ you. That’s all.‌

└WildGrills:⁠‍ Huh?;;

└Swordmaster:‌​ But I’m not‌⁠ lying. That truly⁠‍ is one of‌⁠‍ the best methods.​‌‌

└StarlightPrincess:⁠⁠ I can’t think⁠​ of anything else.⁠‌ I think, for‍⁠ you, that’s the⁠⁠ best method possible,‍‌ Mr. Grills.

└DemonPrincess:‍⁠‌ I can give‍‍⁠ you a baaall.‍‍​

└DwarfPassingBy:‍​‌ You have elixir⁠ anyway, don’t you?​‌​ Even if it⁠‌‌ hits your face,‍⁠‍ you should be​ fine.

└WildGrills:⁠⁠ Then let it⁠⁠ hit you instead.‍‍⁠

└DwarfPassingBy:⁠‍‍ Has a rock‌‍⁠ ever fallen on​ top of you?⁠⁠

└WildGrills:‍⁠⁠ Sorry.

In⁠ the end, I decided to follow​⁠ Swordmaster’s advice and‌ use a ball​⁠ against the wall.‌

DemonPrincess⁠​ also gave me​ the ball.

It‍⁠ was a little‌ smaller than a baseball.

‘Wait—what​‌ if I make‌‍‍ the sloth throw‌ it instead?’

If​​ the ball started‌​ bouncing all over‍⁠‍ the place, it‍ might end up‍‍ hitting Wonmo while⁠‌‌ he slept peacefully.​​

So‍ I handed the‌ ball to the‌⁠ sloth.

“Alright,⁠⁠‍ sloth. I have‍ something I need⁠ you to do.”⁠

“……”​

“You⁠‍‌ just need to​​‌ throw this at‌‌‍ me without warning.‍‌ But fast. Understood?”‌⁠

Why⁠‍ would I have⁠ to do that?‍⁠

That‌ seemed to be‌‍‌ what he was‌ asking with his⁠ eyes.

So‌ I gave him⁠‌ a pretty reasonable‍ explanation.

“Because​‍‍ the tree that​‌‌ gives food will‌‌ become stronger. Isn’t​​ that beneficial for​ you too?”

“……”‌⁠​

And​ then he nodded.​

I truly didn’t understand‌‌ how communication with‍⁠‌ this guy was​⁠ even possible.

Anyway,​⁠ we went outside‍ the cave and‍ started training.

This‌⁠‌ guy was so​⁠‍ absurdly slow even‍‌ when leaving the‍‍ cave that I had to carry‌​ him myself.

“Alright.‍⁠ Throw it.”

“……”⁠

At‌⁠ my words, the⁠​ sloth slowly began‌‌ pulling his arm‍‍⁠ back.

Slow.​⁠⁠

Ridiculously⁠‌​ slow.

So​ slow it was‍ frustrating to watch.⁠

But⁠‌ I endured patiently.‌⁠⁠

Because‍‍⁠ I didn’t know⁠ when he would​‌‌ throw the ball.‌‍

“Ah,‍ damn it…”

But​⁠ even the throwing‍⁠ motion itself remained‍ absurdly slow, so⁠‌‍ I ended up⁠‌ cursing.

And​‍ just as, irritated,‍‌⁠ I slightly moved⁠​ my foot—

Whoosh!⁠⁠

The‌ sloth swung his​ arm at such​​‍ absurd speed that‍⁠ it looked like⁠‍​ it happened in⁠‌ a split second.‍

Smack!‌‍

“Gugh!”‍

The⁠ ball hit me⁠‌‍ directly in the‌​⁠ face.

A tragedy caused by‌ lowering my guard​ and my poor⁠‌​ reaction speed.

For​ a moment, I felt my blood‌​‍ boiling, but it​⁠ had also been​⁠ my fault, so⁠⁠‍ I didn’t get‍‌ angry.

“Ha…‌​ one more time…”‍‌

“……”⁠

“Just⁠ one more time.⁠‍​ But throw it‍‌ a little softer⁠‍ this time.”

To‌‌‍ survive.

To⁠‍​ escape.

There⁠ are moments when​‌ a person must⁠​⁠ live with absolute‌ determination.

And‍ that moment was‍ now.

Thud!‍‍‍

“Uggh!”⁠​

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