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Got a Gallery in the Wild Chapter 94: Tracks (3)

Chapter 94: Tracks (3)

Human⁠⁠ bones were fairly⁠⁠ easy to distinguish⁠⁠‌ compared to those‌​⁠ of other animals.‌​

They⁠ could even be⁠‍ differentiated from humanoid⁠⁠ apes.

They​ were simply easy‌‌‍ to recognize.

The‌​ rounded back of‍‌ the skull.

The⁠⁠ square jaw.

This‌ was definitely a human bone.

I could say it⁠ with certainty.

Title)‌​ I found human‌‌⁠ bones

WildGrills:‌⁠ (Photo of a human skull)

WildGrills:⁠⁠​ I found this​⁠ skull in a place that seems​ to have originally​⁠ been an Owlbear‌‍ cave. This really‌⁠​ is a human‍ bone, right?

└HeavenlyDemon:⁠​ It appears to⁠‍​ be a human⁠ skull. Aren’t there⁠​⁠ more bones around‍‌ it?

└WildGrills:​⁠⁠ There are too‌‌​ many bones nearby.⁠​​ It’s hard to‌⁠⁠ distinguish them.

└Swordmaster:⁠ I think it’s​ human too.

└Yeah.‍‌‌ Definitely.

└If​ that’s not a human bone, then⁠ what the hell‌ would it be?​⁠

└Judging⁠ by how it‌​ was reduced to‌⁠‍ bones, it seems​⁠ an extremely long‌ time has passed.⁠

└Were‍‌ there people inside​ the Forest of⁠​‍ Four Seasons??

└Probably.‍ They just ended⁠​⁠ up dead like‌‍ those bones.

└What​ if that’s Grills’​ future?

└The‌​⁠ chances are absurdly‍‌ high lmao.

└He’s⁠⁠​ a great senior.⁠‌‍ Why don’t you​‍ hurry up and‌ show some respect?​‍

└Are‍‌​ you mentally ill?⁠‍ lmao.

└Damn.​‍‌ Is that really​‍ something you say​ to someone? Haha.​⁠

└Seriously,⁠‌‌ you destroy all‌⁠‍ motivation lol.

└Hahahaha⁠

└Lol‍⁠

└StarlightPrincess:⁠ You people are‍‌ truly horrible. How‍​ can you say​​ something like that‌‍⁠ while calling yourselves‍​‌ human beings?

└Be‍⁠​ honest. You let‌ out a little‌‌⁠ laugh too, didn’t‌ you?

└StarlightPrincess:‍ My emotions are​‍‌ too dried out​ to laugh.

└Eh~​⁠ It was just⁠‌ a joke. You​​ took it too​‌‌ seriously.

└Fr.⁠‌​ Your life must‍‌‍ be so boring.⁠​

Even​‍ after asking the‌​⁠ gallery, everyone agreed‌⁠ that they were⁠ human bones.

And⁠ very old bones⁠⁠‌ at that.

Just​ looking at the​ fact that only⁠‍‌ the skeleton remained​ was enough.

‘It​ doesn’t seem like​ he died from‍ a blow to‌ the head.’

The⁠‌ skull was surprisingly​ intact.

There‍⁠⁠ were no cracks⁠‌‍ or visible damage.​​

Just⁠‌ in case, I started searching for​‌‍ other bones.

But‍ I quickly ended‍ up giving up.⁠⁠

I’m‌‌​ not an archaeologist.‍‌‌

How⁠ was I supposed​‌ to distinguish human‌‍ remains among such‌⁠ a mountain of⁠ bones?

Confirming​‌ that there had⁠ once been people‍⁠ here was enough.‍​​

‘Did‌‌‍ this guy get‍ dragged here by​‍ the Owlbear?’

I needed to explore⁠ further.

I left the skull⁠​ on the ground‌​‍ and continued exploring⁠ the cave.

The​ cave was extremely⁠‌ large, so there‍‌ was a lot​ to inspect.

“Here…”​‌​

Then⁠​ I found a place impossible to​ ignore.

A space right beside‍​ the nest.

Two⁠ raised walls.

And‌ behind them, a fairly wide area.​

I slowly peeked my​⁠ head over to‌⁠​ look inside.

“……”‌⁠

Bones.⁠

A human skeleton rested​​ quietly against the​​ wall.

Unlike⁠⁠ the bones devoured‌‌ by the Owlbear,‍‍⁠ this one retained⁠​ its complete shape.‌

I entered the space​‌ and began examining​‍ it carefully.

“Oh…”⁠‌

The‌​ area behind the​⁠ walls was larger‌⁠ than I expected.⁠‍​

And⁠‍‍ cozy too.

Even​​⁠ though time had​ passed and there​​ were cobwebs and‌ dust everywhere, it‌⁠ still felt comfortable.‍‌

And‍​ what stood out⁠​​ the most were⁠‌ the furniture and‌ tools spread throughout‍‍​ the place.

Most‌ were made of‍⁠ wood and had⁠ nearly completely rotted⁠‍ away.

But⁠⁠ some barely retained​ their shape.

‘Is‌ this a stone⁠ axe?’

A tool made by‌ combining wood and​ stone, both on‍‌ the verge of‌‍​ crumbling apart.

It​ seemed they had⁠​ carefully sharpened the⁠‍ stone tip.

And‌⁠ judging by how⁠‍ it was tied‌​ to the handle,⁠‌ they probably handcrafted‍​ fibers to secure​‍ it.

Unlike‌​⁠ me, who had‌​ the gallery’s help,⁠ there were traces‍‌ here of someone​ who had started⁠‍ completely from scratch.‍​​

‘But​ these marks…’

I ran my hand‌ over the “marks”⁠⁠​ carved into the⁠ ground.

They⁠‍⁠ were extremely familiar.​⁠

Because‍ they were exactly⁠⁠‌ the same as‍‍‌ the marks I made every day‌⁠‌ on the wall​‌​ to record my​ survival.

Though​ normally those kinds​‌ of marks are​​ made on walls,‍‍ not on the‌‌ floor.

Confused,⁠‍ I looked around.⁠

‘That⁠​‍ wall is also‍‍ full, and that​​⁠ one too…’

The‌‍‍ walls completely surrounded⁠‍‍ the space.

And‍‌​ they were covered‌ with marks.

He‍‍ probably ended up⁠ carving them into​‍ the floor because⁠ there was no‌⁠ free space left.‍

That⁠⁠‌ showed just how‍​⁠ long that person​​⁠ had survived.

“……”⁠

An‍ indescribable emotion hit⁠⁠⁠ me like a wave.

Even‌​ after surviving that‍​​ long, he still‌​⁠ ended up as‌ a pile of​ bones.

I had the gallery,‍ yes.

But​‌‌ could I really⁠ endure like this​ person did?

He‍‌‌ survived much longer‌ than I have.​‍‌

And‍⁠ looking at all‌ this, he was​‍ surely much stronger⁠ than me too.‍‌‌

But​‌‍ he died.

Without​ anyone remembering him.​⁠

Leaving​​​ behind only countless‍‌‍ marks of survived‍​‌ days.

Alone.‌⁠‍

I thought that perhaps​⁠‌ this would be‌ my future.

“Haah…”​‍

I couldn’t express this‍ feeling with words.‍‍⁠

I didn’t know whether⁠‌ to call it‍‌ despair or enlightenment.⁠‌​

If⁠‌‌ I had never⁠‌ seen this, maybe⁠ I would have‍⁠ continued clinging to‌‌‍ hope until the‌​ end.

But‌‌‍ after seeing it,​ everything became suffocating.‍​‍

Will‌​ I really be‍‍ able to get​ out of here?‍

Will‌ I even be​​‌ able to survive?​‌⁠

‘……I‌⁠‍ have to keep​ trying.’

There​‌⁠ were marks carved‌⁠‌ not only on‍‌ the walls, but⁠‍ on the floor⁠ as well.

He​⁠ probably survived more​​ than two or‍⁠‌ three years.

I didn’t know how⁠‍ he died.

So‌‌ I started searching⁠‍ for some clue‌‍ about the cause‍ of death.

The‌​ Forest of Four⁠ Seasons was a place that forced‍⁠⁠ even someone completely‌ ignorant like me‍⁠‌ to grow stronger.⁠

Someone‌​ who survived here​​‌ for years couldn’t⁠‍ have died without⁠ reason.

“Hmm?”‌‌

While​ checking every corner,‌‍ I found something‍‍⁠ unexpected.

A box placed at​‍ one end.

Despite⁠⁠ the passage of‍​ time, it was‍⁠ still intact.

And‍⁠‌ judging by the‌‌ thick layer of​​ dust on top,⁠ it seemed no‍‌ insects had entered⁠‍‍ it.

‘Still,‍​‌ just in case.’​⁠‌

I carefully pushed it‌‍‌ with the tip​ of my sword.​

Because​‌​ something might jump‌ out from inside.⁠‌

Fortunately,‌ it only moved​ slightly without showing⁠ any strange reaction.​

‘What‍ could be inside?‌‍ Maybe he stored‍‍⁠ bottles like I do?’

With‍‍‍ strange anticipation, I slowly opened the⁠⁠ box.

Dust‍ burst out and⁠‌ made me cough,‍⁠‍ but soon I could see the‌​‌ contents.

“……A​ book?”

There⁠ weren’t many things‍​⁠ inside.

Just​​⁠ a few books.​​‌

Surprisingly,‍​​ they seemed to⁠‍ have been preserved​⁠ well, because the‌ condition of the‍⁠‌ books was fairly‌‌⁠ good.

I carefully picked them⁠​ up so as⁠‌​ not to damage⁠⁠⁠ the worn covers.⁠

There​‌​ were letters written‌‍‌ on the cover.‌⁠

‘As‍​‍ expected, I can’t‍‌ understand any of‌⁠⁠ it.’

I don’t know a single language from‌‌​ this world.

Judging‌ by the writing‌ style, it seemed​​ similar to European‌‍‌ languages.

In⁠​ situations like this,‍ the gallery was​‌ the best option.‌​

I took detailed photos‍​‌ of the entire‌ place.

Title)⁠ I found a survivor’s shelter

WildGrills:‌⁠‌ (Photo of a hidden space between⁠‍‌ walls)

WildGrills:‌⁠ (Photo of a skeleton leaning against​​ the wall)

WildGrills:⁠‍ (Photo of survival​‌‍ day marks carved​ everywhere)

WildGrills:‍ (Photo of stone⁠​ and wooden tools‍ that seem to​⁠ belong to the‌ survivor)

WildGrills:‍‌⁠ (Photo of a book with letters‍ written on it)‌⁠

WildGrills:‍ (Photo of the⁠⁠⁠ box where the‍ books were stored)‍⁠‍

There‌​ was a hidden‌‌ place beside the‍ Owlbear’s nest, so‍​ I went inside.​​

Inside​ I found a skeleton and survival​ marks everywhere.

But​‌ the most incredible‌‍⁠ thing is these​​ books. Does anyone​⁠ know what language‍⁠ these letters are?‍‌

└HeavenlyDemon:⁠ Those are definitely⁠ not letters from‌ the Central Plains.⁠

└Swordmaster:‍‍ They’re not from‍⁠​ the Mesiah Empire‌ either. It’s my‌‍ first time seeing​ them.

└DemonPrincess:‍ They’re not letters​‌ from our country‌⁠ either.

└SunForEver:‌‌ Not from Setan‍​ either. Nor Alvenheim.‍‌

└That‍ looks like an⁠​​ ancient language.

└That‍⁠ photo isn’t enough.​⁠ Upload more.

Everyone​‌‍ responded that they​⁠​ didn’t recognize it.⁠‍​

It‍‌ was strange.

Since⁠⁠ there weren’t that⁠‍ many countries, there​ shouldn’t have been‍ that many languages‌ either.

I guess it was‍‌ better to follow⁠⁠‍ the anonymous user’s‌ advice.

I turned the page⁠​‌ of the book.‍⁠‍

The⁠ typical old, damp⁠ smell of books‌​ immediately came out,‍ though it could‌⁠‍ still be opened⁠‌‌ without problems.

‘The​‌ pages are yellowed,‌‌⁠ but they can⁠ still be read.’‌⁠

Now‍⁠ I just had​‍ to upload them‍ to the gallery‍ as they were.⁠‍⁠

Title)​⁠⁠ I wish someone‌ could recognize them.‍​​

Uploading‍‍ more pages from​⁠‍ the book

(Photo​⁠ of a page⁠‌‌ filled with text)‍​⁠

Does⁠⁠‍ this help?

└HeavenlyDemon:​⁠ It definitely doesn’t‌⁠‍ belong to the‍ Central Plains either.⁠‍

└Swordmaster:​⁠ It’s not from‌‍​ the Mesiah Empire‍⁠ either. Could it⁠⁠ be from the‌ Iris Kingdom?

└AllFather:‌‍⁠ It’s not writing​​ from the Iris⁠‌ Kingdom either. Though​ I feel like‌‌ I’ve seen it‌ before. Please wait‍⁠‍ a moment.

└StarlightPrincess:‍​⁠ Could it be⁠ writing from the⁠‌ Holy Kingdom?

└HeroDontThrowAway:‌⁠ I never learned‌⁠‍ letters like these!‌​

└Suspiciously,‌ it doesn’t seem⁠​⁠ to be a language used by​​ beastmen either.

└If⁠‌ nobody recognizes it,​‌​ couldn’t it be​​ from some ancient⁠⁠‌ kingdom that disappeared?⁠​​

└The⁠⁠‌ chances are pretty⁠⁠ high. At the‌ very least, it⁠ definitely belongs to‌‍​ a nation from‍ more than 50‌ years ago. No‌​ countries have been‍ destroyed in the​ last 50 years.​​

└Grills,​​ you found something‍ incredible.

└WildGrills:⁠⁠ And what’s the​​‍ point? Nobody can‍‌​ translate it. But​‌‍ this is important‌ to me.

└Why​ is it important?⁠⁠⁠

└Because‌ it’s a survival‌‌‌ diary?

└WildGrills:​‍​ Yes. If it’s⁠ a survival diary,​ it could help‌‍ me tremendously. I absolutely need to​ decipher it.

Books​ could become bridges​ between the past‌ and the present.‌

And‌​‌ if that bridge‌ was destroyed halfway‌ through, there was‌ a high chance⁠​ that countless records⁠​​ and technologies would​⁠ disappear along with‍ it.

It‌⁠ wasn’t for nothing⁠‌ that when people​‍‌ wanted to erase‌​‍ history, the first​‍‌ thing they did⁠ was burn books.​‌

‘If⁠​​ it’s an ancient⁠​ language, it’ll be‍⁠⁠ even harder to‌​ decipher.’

In‍‍ every country, things⁠​​ change with time.‌‌

And‍‍‌ language was no‍‍‍ exception.

Ancient‍​ and modern language​​ always end up‍​ becoming different.

It⁠‍‍ was natural.

Nobody‌ knows what kind‌ of history might‍​ happen in between.​⁠

Even‍​ Korea suffered linguistic⁠⁠‌ distortions during the​⁠⁠ Japanese occupation.

And‍​ if you compared​⁠‌ the Hunminjeongeum created​ by King Sejong​‌ with modern Korean,‌‌⁠ the differences were⁠‌ obvious.

‘There‌​ are quite a lot of books⁠​ here.’

As⁠ I flipped through⁠⁠ pages, I checked​ the rest of‍ the books.

All⁠​⁠ of them were‌‌‍ equally well preserved.​​

And⁠⁠ all of them​⁠⁠ were filled with​​​ unfamiliar letters.

How​ great would it‍​ be if I could decipher them.⁠⁠

They‍ would undoubtedly help‌ me tremendously.

‘It’s‍‍ better if I upload everything.’

Anyway,‌‌‌ the only possible​ translation method was⁠‌​ through the gallery.‌​

So⁠‌⁠ it was more​ practical to upload‍ them completely.

I carefully stored the‍ books back in​ the box so​⁠ they wouldn’t get⁠ damaged.

Then‍‍​ I put the​​ entire box into⁠ the spatial bag.​​

Afterward,⁠‌⁠ I continued searching⁠⁠ to see if‌ there was anything⁠⁠⁠ useful, but I found nothing else.‌

‘I​‍ guess the only‍⁠ notable thing is‌​​ that necklace on⁠‍‌ the skeleton.’

The⁠‍ skeleton was wearing‌ a necklace.

More​​‍ precisely, a pendant.‍

It​⁠​ had a red​​ gemstone embedded in​‍​ it that looked⁠ fairly expensive.

Though‌ even if I took it, it‍​‌ didn’t seem like‌⁠‍ it would be‍‍ of much use​‍ to me.

So‌​ I left it​ where it was.​​

‘This⁠‍‍ person must have⁠ missed other human‍​ beings too.’

I looked at the​⁠⁠ skeleton sadly leaning⁠⁠ against the wall.​⁠‌

More‌​ than loneliness, it‌‍ conveyed misery.

He​ surely wanted to​‍ get out of⁠​ here too.

But‌ he never managed​⁠ to fulfill that​​‌ wish.

‘They‍ say prisoners have‌ their eyes gouged​​‍ out before being‍​‌ sent here, but‍‌‍ this person even‍‌⁠ wrote books.’

He‌⁠ was probably someone​​⁠ who ended up‌ lost here.

Or‍⁠​ someone with another⁠⁠ story behind him.​‌⁠

I silently looked at​ the skeleton and‌⁠ then opened the​⁠​ gallery.

Afterward,‌‌ I bought a proper sack and‍‍ carefully began collecting‍ the bones.

‘Please‌‌ endure a little‍ longer while I move you.’

Maybe⁠ it was because​ I always held​‍ memorial ceremonies for‌‌ my parents.

Or⁠ maybe it was‍​​ simply part of​⁠​ my personality.

But‌‍ leaving him abandoned‌‌ like this didn’t⁠‍ feel right.

The‌ bones that were‌​ probably devoured by‍‍ the Owlbear couldn’t‍‌‍ be recovered.

But​​ this skeleton was‌‌⁠ still complete.

I put the bones​ into the sack⁠ and left the​‍ hidden space.

Outside,‌ Wonmo was playing‌‍ with a butterfly​‌ near the nest.‌

“Wonmo.⁠​⁠ Let’s go.”

“Kyuu!”‌‌⁠

The‌‍ exploration ended here​⁠ for today.

I needed to return⁠⁠⁠ to the cave⁠​⁠ and start uploading‌​ photos of the‍ books.

The⁠​‍ sooner we managed​ to decipher the⁠​ contents, the more‍ information I would​‍​ obtain.

‘And​‍​ while I’m at⁠ it, I’ll also​​⁠ hold a ceremony.’⁠‍

I don’t know if‌⁠ the concept of‌‌​ ancestral funerals exists⁠⁠​ here, but I still had to⁠‍‌ do it.

Maybe⁠⁠ this man would⁠⁠ become my future.⁠

But‌‌‍ like they said⁠‌ in the gallery,​⁠ he’s also my​⁠ great senior.

And‌⁠‌ the legacy he‍‌ left behind would‍​‍ surely become a huge resource for‌​​ me.

After‌‌ some time, I returned to my⁠⁠ cave.

I organized the luggage​​ and then looked⁠ around the area.​

I was searching for⁠ an appropriate place⁠‌⁠ to use as⁠‌ a grave.

‘I’ll⁠‌ bury him there.’⁠⁠​

Though‌​ not right now.​

First‌⁠ I planned to⁠⁠‌ upload the books‌ to the gallery.​​‌

I took out the​‍ box full of⁠‌ books and arranged‍‍‍ it in a corner.

‘Did​⁠ the gallery discover‌⁠‌ something?’

Some⁠ time had already​⁠‍ passed since I uploaded the pages.⁠‍

Surely​​ by now they‍‍‌ had some idea‍ what language it‍ was.

Thinking‍⁠⁠ that, I entered‍ the gallery.

└AllFather:‍ Could you quickly⁠ upload more pages?‍⁠​ This old man⁠ is so excited‍‌ that the lower⁠​ half refuses to‍‌​ calm down!

└Sir…⁠‍ ;;

└This‌ old man becomes‌⁠ vulgar every time⁠⁠⁠ he sees something⁠ interesting.

└What‍ the hell is⁠⁠​ so special about​ that?

└It⁠ seems it was‌‍ written by the​‌ Immortal King’s brother.⁠‌ He was probably‌‌⁠ someone from the​‍⁠ Valkhan Kingdom.

└What‍​‍ the fuck? Why‍⁠⁠ the hell would⁠ that be there?‌

└Damn‍​‍ it. If that’s⁠‍‍ real, scholars all‌⁠‌ over the world⁠​ are going to‍‍ go crazy.

└Historians⁠ excited and academy‍⁠ students crying lmao.​

It‍‍‌ seemed that AllFather‍ had managed to⁠⁠ decipher it.

 

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