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Got a Gallery in the Wild Chapter 95: Clue (1)

Chapter 95: Clue (1)

There⁠ is nothing eternal‍ in the world.‍

And‍ that also applies⁠⁠ even to countries‍ that seem impossible‍​ to destroy.

Throughout​ history, countless nations⁠‍ have been founded⁠‍ and destroyed over​‌ and over again.‍‌‌

And⁠​​ it was common‌ for their legacies‍‍‍ to either be‌‍ inherited or completely⁠⁠ erased.

As‌ long as people⁠‌ exist, conflicts both⁠‍​ large and small‌ will always arise.​

And‌‍​ when those cracks⁠ accumulate, sooner or‌‍ later everything ends‍‌‌ up collapsing.

This​‌ world was no‍⁠ different.

Here‌⁠⁠ too, countless kingdoms⁠ and empires had⁠‌ existed and disappeared.​⁠

I was never particularly​ interested in history.‍‍⁠

But‌‌ since this was‌⁠‌ another world, I inevitably became somewhat⁠‍⁠ curious.

└WildGrills:‌⁠ I’m back. What⁠‌‌ exactly did that⁠ text say?

└AllFather:​⁠‍ Ohhh! You’ve returned!⁠‍ Mr. Grills, you​​​ have discovered an​ incredible record!

└WildGrills:‍ Is it really‌​ that important?

└AllFather:‍ I still haven’t⁠​‌ managed to translate⁠⁠ even half of‍​⁠ that page, but‍‌​ these are none​ other than records‌‌‌ from the Valkhan‍‍⁠ Kingdom! Do you⁠ not understand how‌ impressive that is?​

└WildGrills:‌ No.

└Hey.‍ You said you‍​ know mathematics, right?‍‌ Then you received‌⁠ basic education.

└And‌​ yet you don’t​⁠‍ know what the​ Valkhan Kingdom is?‍

└WildGrills:‌​​ I told you⁠‍⁠ I came from‍‌ another world.

Even⁠⁠‍ if I had‌‍ received an education,‍⁠ the only ancient‍ countries I knew‍ were Joseon, Goryeo,⁠⁠​ Goguryeo, Silla, or⁠ Baekje.

And⁠​‌ being generous, also​ Mongolia, Nazi Germany,‌ England, and things‌ like that.

If‍ I went even‌ further back, maybe​‍​ Rome.

But​⁠‌ that was the‍ limit.

I was never particularly‍ interested in history.‌

‘And⁠ even that I only know because‌ I browsed the​ internet.’

There⁠ were countries that​ had way too​⁠‍ many memes.

The‍‍ most representative example​​⁠ was England.

That​⁠ meme saying if‌⁠​ something bad happened‍ in the world,‌​ England was probably‌ involved.

And‌⁠ while they truly⁠‌⁠ had committed all​‍‍ kinds of atrocities,‌‍ there was one​⁠ country that made​ England look mild.​

Nazi‍​‌ Germany.

The‍ lunatics who turned‍ genocide into an‌​ industry.

The​⁠ absolute peak of⁠ madness.

And​‌‍ that was the​‍ extent of my​ knowledge.

I knew absolutely nothing​⁠ related to this‍ world.

└WildGrills:‍‌ Then the Valkhan​‌‌ Kingdom must have⁠ been an absurdly‌‌⁠ powerful kingdom, right?‍

└AllFather:‌‌​ Hah right now‌ I feel like‍‌ casting a Meteor.⁠⁠​

└WildGrills:​‍ Huh?

└AllFather:​‌ It wasn’t merely‌‍⁠ a powerful kingdom.‌‌⁠ It was a kingdom that reached⁠ the pinnacle of⁠​ magic, especially necromancy.⁠⁠⁠

└And‌ it was also‍ the kingdom where​‌‌ the Immortal King⁠ was born.

└All​ records related to‍⁠ it disappeared when‌ the kingdom fell,⁠⁠ so it’s hilarious​​ that they appeared‍ intact in the‍ Forest of the‌‌ Four Seasons lmao.‌‌

└But​‌ then why did‍ he go to⁠⁠⁠ the Forest of‍ the Four Seasons?‍ That part really‍ makes me curious.‌‍‌

One​‌ after another, history⁠ lovers began leaving‌‍ comments.

But​‍⁠ since I knew⁠ nothing, honestly I didn’t understand even​‍⁠ half of it.​​‌

I thought about looking‍ up information separately,​​​ but I also⁠​‍ didn’t want to⁠​​ miss the conversation.​

‘I‌‍ don’t even know‍ who the Immortal‌⁠‌ King is.’

The‍​ only thing I remembered was that​ the Mage King,‍​ Kadir, had defeated​ him.

Other‍ than that, I knew nothing.

And‌‍ I had never​‍ felt the need‍⁠‍ to know.

└WildGrills:⁠ I don’t understand⁠ anything you’re saying.⁠⁠‌ So, to summarize,​ there was a really powerful kingdom‌ and it ended⁠ up destroyed because‍⁠​ of the Immortal‍ King?

└AllFather:⁠‍‍ More or less.⁠‌

└WildGrills:​​‍ And then the‌​ Mage King defeated‌‌ the Immortal King.‍‌

└AllFather:​⁠ That is also‌ correct.

└WildGrills:​​ Then when did‌​​ the Valkhan Kingdom‍​​ fall?

└AllFather:‌​ If we’re talking‍​ about dates, it⁠ disappeared approximately 30‍​‍ years ago.

└Back‌‍ then it was‍‌​ complete chaos. Everyone‍⁠ was evacuating and‌ panicking.

└My​​​ father was a Holy Knight and​ we received notice‍⁠⁠ that he died⁠ in battle.

└Stay‌‍⁠ strong.

└Wasn’t‍​‍ the previous generation’s‌‍​ hero there too?‍‌

└From⁠​‍ what I understand,​‌ the previous hero⁠⁠‍ died gloriously, and⁠‍‍ thanks to that‌‍ Kadir was able​​‌ to defeat him.‌

Thirty‍ years wasn’t that⁠ long ago.

It⁠‍‌ was inevitable that‍ the consequences were​‍ still present.

Even‍‍​ World War II‌‍ only happened around‍​‍ a hundred years‍​‍ ago.

And​​ the Korean War,​ one of the​‍ worst tragedies in⁠​‍ Korean history, was⁠‌​ only around eighty‌ years ago.

Practically​‍‍ the current generation​‍ had suffered directly‍​‍ because of the‍‍‌ Immortal King.

For⁠‌‌ people, the Immortal​ King was still​​‌ a gigantic terror.​‍

└WildGrills:‌⁠ Did the Immortal​​‌ King destroy the‌​‌ world or something?⁠

└AllFather:‍ He turned all​‍ the inhabitants of‌‌ an entire kingdom​​‌ into undead. It‍ was the worst‌⁠ disaster in history.‍⁠‌ He almost devoured⁠⁠ the entire world.⁠‌

└After⁠⁠⁠ that incident, the‌ Holy Kingdom completely⁠‍ banned necromancy.

└Rather‍ than banning it,​⁠ didn’t they directly​‍‍ classify it as⁠‌‍ heresy?

└Not⁠‍ exactly heresy. More‍​​ like evil magic.​​​ Though it’s a shame. Necromancy was‌​ incredible for replacing‌‍ labor.

└It‌​⁠ caused problems from‌ the beginning anyway.‌ In the Central‍​ Continent they banned‌⁠‌ it from the‌⁠ start because they‌‍⁠ said it disrespected⁠‍‍ the dead.

└Respect‍​ for the dead​‍ my ass. The‌‌ living have to‍‌‌ survive too ;;‌‌⁠

└Damn‌ it, do you‍​ want to farm⁠‍​ fields alone with‍​‌ your bare body?​​ When there was‌⁠‍ a necromancer in​ the village everything‍‌ was way easier.‍

└Necromancers⁠‍ are always suspicious.⁠ You never know‌ what they’ll do.‌‌

└That’s​‌⁠ prejudice. Even using​​ magic on corpses‌​ to investigate causes‌ of death was⁠⁠ a form of⁠‍ necromancy.

└WildGrills:​​ D-D-Damn… You can‍⁠‌ do that?

└AllFather:⁠​ To this day‍ it remains an​⁠⁠ unresolved issue. However,‍​ perhaps we may​⁠​ find answers in‌​​ the books you‌⁠​ discovered, Mr. Grills.‍​‌

I still didn’t understand​ very much.

Everything​ sounded like a completely distant story‍​ to me.

Maybe‍⁠​ it was because​⁠ I had been‍​ trapped inside the‍ Forest of the⁠‍ Four Seasons for‌​ too long and​​‍ was losing my​‌‍ sense of reality.​‍

Or‌ maybe it was⁠⁠⁠ simply because this​​‌ was the gallery.⁠

None‍‌‌ of it truly‌‌‍ hit me.

Neither‍⁠ the Valkhan Kingdom‍‍⁠ nor the Immortal​ King meant anything‌‌ important to me.‍‌

└WildGrills:‍ I’m going to‌ upload photos of⁠‍ every page in‌ the book, so‌‍ can you translate‌⁠ it? More than‍⁠ the history, I’m‍ interested in how‍ this person survived⁠‍‌ inside the forest.‌

└AllFather:⁠ Ohhh! Thank you⁠ very much! I don’t know how​​ I could ever⁠⁠ repay this honor…!‍⁠

└WildGrills:‌‌‍ Just tell me‍⁠ the parts related​​⁠ to survival.

Like⁠ I had already⁠​ said before, the‍ most important thing‌ was survival.

I began turning the‍⁠​ pages and taking‌‌ photos one by‌ one.

Uploading​⁠ all of that⁠​ to the gallery⁠‍ was going to‍ take time.

That’s‍ why I came​ back so quickly.⁠

‘Should⁠​ I just hand‍ the books over​⁠ to AllFather?’

For‌ a moment I considered it, because‍⁠ uploading everything would​​ be an enormous⁠‌⁠ hassle.

But‌‌ in the end,‍ I decided to​‌​ post it anyway.⁠

Even​‍​ if AllFather was‍​ intelligent, perhaps he⁠‍ would have difficulty⁠‍ translating it alone.‌‍⁠

If​⁠ I uploaded it⁠‌ publicly, at least⁠ I could obtain‌‍⁠ somewhat more objective​​ information.

And‍‍ if it truly⁠ ended up being‍‍‌ a huge help,‌⁠ I was willing‍​ to even give‌‌⁠ him an adult​ Mandrake.

‘Though⁠⁠‍ I have to⁠⁠⁠ ignore the comments‌ from anonymous users.’⁠‌

After‌‌⁠ all, all kinds‍ of people gathered⁠ in the gallery.‌‌

And⁠ the anonymous users‌‌‌ would probably end​⁠ up translating random​​ nonsense just to‌‌ confuse others.

‘Still,​​ I think I’ll⁠⁠ hand the books‍‍ to AllFather.’

Besides‌⁠⁠ uploading them to‍​ the gallery, I planned to give‌‌⁠ them to AllFather.‌

Even‍‌ if I kept‌ them with me,‍​⁠ they would be​‌‌ useless.

And‍ out of everyone,⁠⁠ AllFather seemed the​ most trustworthy.

Beyond​ their academic or‌‌ historical value, what‌‍ mattered to me​​‍ was any information​⁠‌ related to survival.​⁠

‘This⁠‍‍ person was incredible‌ too. He forcefully​ survived in this⁠​​ hell and even⁠ had time to‍ write diaries.’

While‌‍ photographing the pages​‍⁠ of the book,‍‍ I turned my​⁠ head toward the‌ sack containing the‌‍ bones.

What‌ kind of person‍​⁠ had he been‍‌‍ to forcibly survive‍‌ in such a hellish forest and​​‍ still have time​​ to write diaries?‌‌​

Hoping‍ there would be⁠​ useful information inside​‍⁠ those records, I carefully photographed page‌ after page.

And​⁠​ surprisingly, considering how​⁠‍ old they were,⁠ they had been‌ preserved very well.​‌‍

There​‍ were barely any⁠‍ letters impossible to⁠​‍ distinguish.

‘Oh.‌‌ What kind of⁠​⁠ plant could this‍ be?’

At⁠‌‌ first most of⁠ the books were⁠⁠ filled with text.‌‌

But‌ as I moved​⁠⁠ on to other‌ volumes, illustrations began‍ appearing.

And⁠ some of them⁠‍‌ looked genuinely useful​‌‌ for my survival.‌

There​‍​ were drawings of⁠ different plants and​⁠‍ animals.

Even‌⁠⁠ maps or sketches‍​‌ of specific locations.‌​‍

Since​​⁠ they were exactly‌ the kinds of⁠ things I needed‌‍​ right now, I became even more‌ careful while photographing‍‌ them.

“Ugh,‍⁠ my neck hurts.”‌

I ended up spending‍ almost the entire‍‍​ afternoon just taking‍​ photos of the⁠​ books.

Even⁠ so, it took⁠⁠ less time than​​ expected.

After​‍ all, I didn’t‌‌ need to hold‌ a camera in​‍​ my hand.

I only had to​ look at the⁠⁠‌ page while turning‌⁠‍ it.

And‌ since the image‌ quality depended directly‌‍ on my eyesight,​‌ the letters never‍ came out blurry.​​

My​ eyesight was good.⁠‍​

That‌‍ meant high quality.‌⁠

‘Now‌‌‌ I have to​⁠ upload everything to‍​ the gallery.’

I began posting all⁠‍ the photos I had taken of‍ the books.

Why​⁠​ go through so‍ much trouble?

Wouldn’t⁠​ it be easier‌ to just hand‌⁠‌ them over to‍ AllFather?

Even⁠ if I said​‌‍ I wanted to​‍‌ keep the information⁠‍ objective, most people​ probably wouldn’t understand.‌

But⁠‌ for some reason.‍​

I felt like I had to do‍⁠⁠ it this way.‍

‘It’s‌​ better if I upload each book​⁠⁠ separately so they’re‍‍⁠ easier to distinguish.’⁠

The⁠ gallery had no‍ limit on photos.‌​‍

However,‍ it also didn’t‌​ work for free.​‍‌

Each‌ post consumed a small amount of‌⁠⁠ mana.

And​ the more images​​‍ or videos you​⁠ uploaded, the greater​ the consumption became.‍⁠

Title)‌⁠ First book found​

WildGrills:‍ (Photo of the⁠​ contents of the​‌ book)

WildGrills:‍‍ (Photo of the‍ contents of the‍ book)

WildGrills:⁠⁠ (Photo of the‍‌ contents of the​‌ book)

WildGrills:‍​ (Photo of the‍ last page of‌‌‌ the book)

WildGrills:‍‌‌ I’m just uploading‍ the entire contents‍ of the book.‌⁠

I’ll⁠⁠ give an adult‌ Mandrake to whoever​⁠ manages to decipher‌ useful survival-related information.​⁠

And‌ just so we’re‌‌ clear, I’ll only⁠‌​ listen to users⁠⁠ with fixed nicknames,⁠‍‌ so don’t even‌ bother, anonymous users.​⁠​ I’ll upload the​​​ rest of the‍ books later.

I uploaded the posts‌ exactly like that‍‌ and then did⁠ the same with‌‍ the other books.‌‌

Even⁠‌ though it was⁠ only repetitive manual⁠⁠⁠ work, finishing it​⁠⁠ left me with⁠ a strange sense​​‍ of satisfaction.

Once​‍ I finished reading‌​⁠ and uploading all‌⁠ the contents, I initiated a trade‌ with AllFather.

And​ the moment I sent the request,⁠‍​ he accepted it⁠​​ before even three‌​⁠ seconds had passed.‌‌⁠

[WildGrills:‌ Hello, Mr. AllFather.]​⁠‍

[WildGrills:‍ Did you see⁠ the posts I uploaded?]

[AllFather:​ At this very​​ moment I’m reading⁠‍​ them with my‍‌ lower half completely​⁠‍ hard.]

[WildGrills:​⁠ ;;]

Better⁠‍‌ to ignore it.​

If‍​⁠ I got uncomfortable​ over that, then‌​⁠ in the end‍ I’d be the‌⁠ weird one.

[WildGrills:⁠‍​ The thing is,​‌ I’m thinking about​ donating the books​ I found. Well,‌⁠ something like that.]​

[AllFather:⁠‍ W-What?! Those books‌‌ are so valuable…?!]‍‌‌

[AllFather:​ You truly intend‍​‍ to hand them‍ over to me?]‌‌​

[WildGrills:⁠⁠⁠ Even if I keep them with‍ me, I can’t​ decipher them.]

[WildGrills:⁠‍⁠ But if you‍ find anything related‌⁠‍ to survival, please‍‌​ tell me immediately.]‌‍‍

[AllFather:​ That will be‌ simple.]

[AllFather:​ Aren’t you curious⁠‍‍ about the Valkhan‍‌​ Kingdom or the​​​ Immortal King?]

[WildGrills:‌​‍ Wasn’t he just‍⁠‌ a king who⁠​ raised an army‌‌‌ of skeletons and‍​​ started a war?]​

[AllFather:‌ Hah, you summarized​‌​ everything too perfectly,‌ so now I don’t even know​⁠‍ what to say.]​

[AllFather:‍​​ Then you’re simply‍‌‍ not interested, right?]‍‍⁠

[WildGrills:​‌‌ I’m too busy​‌ surviving.]

[AllFather:​ I see. I understand.]

[AllFather:⁠‍⁠ Then I’ll explain‌‌‌ how this person⁠‍ managed to survive.]⁠​

[WildGrills:​ Thank you.]

[WildGrills:​‍ Ah, before that,‍​ may I ask‍⁠ one more thing?]‍‌‌

[AllFather:​‌‍ Go ahead.]

[WildGrills:⁠​‍ I’d like to‌⁠ know this person’s⁠ name.]

I felt like I should at least​‍⁠ know his name.‍‌⁠

The‌ difference between having​‌‌ a name and‌ not having one‌‍‌ was enormous.

Fortunately,‍ it seemed the‍‍ name was written‍​‌ on the first‍‍‍ page of the‌​ book, because AllFather‍​ answered immediately.

[AllFather:⁠⁠​ The last scribe⁠⁠‍ of the Valkhan‌‍‌ Kingdom. Rice Craone.‍ His name was‍​ Rice Craone.]

Rice‍ Craone.

[WildGrills:‌‍⁠ Understood.]

After‍‌ handing the books‍‌ over to AllFather,​⁠ there was only‌​⁠ one thing left‌​​ to do.

Bury‌ the bones inside‍‍ the sack somewhere⁠‍ with sunlight.

I took a shovel,​‍‌ a hammer, and⁠⁠ the sack containing‍ the bones and‍ headed outside.

‘A‌ cross…? No. I’ll​ just use a stone instead.’

A mix between an​‌‌ ancestral rite and​⁠​ a Christian cross‍ sounded way too​‍ strange.

It‍‍ was better to​ simply drive a flat stone into‍‌ the ground.

Thud!‍ Thud!

I began digging the‍​ grave with the⁠ shovel.

Just‍ long enough for⁠ the complete skeleton⁠ to fit inside.​⁠⁠

After​ that, all that‌ remained was placing‌‍ the bones and​‌ covering them with⁠ dirt.

‘How⁠ strange. The bones​​‌ are still connected.’⁠

The‌‌ skeleton perfectly maintained​⁠ its shape, just‍⁠‍ like a model​ from a school​ laboratory.

Normally‌ it should have‌​ fallen apart.

But​‌⁠ it remained whole.‍⁠

I didn’t know whether⁠ that was normal⁠ or not, but‍​ it didn’t bother​​‍ me either.

I carefully placed the‌‍ skeleton into the⁠‍ grave and covered​‌​ it with dirt.⁠‍

Thud!⁠⁠​ Thud! Thud!

Then‌⁠ I drove a flat stone on‍‍ top and firmly‌​ fixed it in​⁠ place by striking‍ it with the⁠‌ hammer.

That‌⁠‍ finished the preparations.‍​

Afterward,⁠ I bought a cheap bottle of‍​⁠ alcohol from the⁠​ auction house.

By​​⁠ the way, it‌⁠​ was alcohol from​⁠ the Central Continent.‌​

At‌‍⁠ least it had‌ an oriental feeling‌⁠​ that seemed familiar‌ to me.

Pouring⁠ beer just didn’t​​ suit me.

Shhhhh—⁠​

I poured the alcohol​ over the grave‌ and the stone‍‍ to soothe the⁠‍ spirit.

Then​‍ I bowed twice.⁠

Even​‍‍ though it was‌‌‍ an improvised and⁠​ clumsy ceremony, it​ felt sufficient.

The‍ important thing wasn’t‌‍ the protocol.

It‌‌​ was the respect.⁠

At‍ least, that’s what​‌ I believed.

‘Ah,‌‌ right. The name.’‍⁠

I almost forgot to‍‌⁠ write it on​‍ the stone.

That‌ would have been‍‍ terrible.

I laid the stone‍⁠​ down again and‌‌ bought ink and​⁠⁠ a brush from‍​⁠ the auction house.⁠

Then‍ I carefully wrote.‌

Of‍ course, in hangul.⁠​‍

It⁠⁠ was the only​‍​ language I knew.⁠​

The‍ last scribe of​ the Valkhan Kingdom.​​

Rice‌ Craone.

Resting‌ here.

That​ was enough.

I waited for the​ ink to dry​‍‍ and placed the‍‌ stone back over‌ the grave.

With‍‌⁠ that, I finished‌ showing respect to⁠‌ the deceased.

I turned around to​​ return to the​ cave.

There‌⁠ were no relics⁠⁠ to collect.

After​ all, I never​‍⁠ even touched the​ pendant the skeleton​‌ wore until the⁠ very end.

I buried it together‍⁠ with him.

And‌ just as that‍‍ strange funeral ceremony‍​‌ was coming to​‌ an end.

[Thank‌​ you.]

A gloomy voice echoed‌‍ behind me.

At​ the same time,​⁠‌ I felt an‍‌ energy so cold‌‌‌ that all the‍‌ hair on my⁠‌​ body stood on⁠ end.

Startled,​ I quickly turned​ toward the grave.‍​⁠

And…⁠‌

“……”‍⁠‌

There⁠⁠‌ was nothing there.‍‌‍

It‌ even seemed as‍ though that voice‍ had been an‍ illusion.

Only⁠⁠ the silence and​ the grave where‌ I had just​ performed the ceremony⁠‌ remained there.

‘…Am‍‍⁠ I seriously starting⁠‍ to hear voices​⁠ now?’

I rubbed my face​‍​ and returned to‌‌ the cave.

Even‍​‌ after eating eel,‌⁠ it seemed my‍ energy had been‍ drained immediately.

‘I‍‍⁠ think I’ll take‌ a nap.’

For‍⁠ some reason, my⁠​ body felt completely‍ exhausted.

While‍ Grills was taking⁠​​ a nap.

└Hey.‍‍ If what I translated is correct,‌⁠‍ this is going​ to cause massive‌⁠ chaos.

└What​⁠​ does it say?‌‍‌

└That‍‌‍ the Holy Kingdom‍‌ massacred the people‌‌⁠ of the Valkhan‌⁠‌ Kingdom to create​‍⁠ the Immortal King‍‌ ;;;

└W-WHAT???​​

└What‌‌‌ the fuck does​ that mean??

└The​‌ Holy Kingdom? No,‍​​ but why would⁠ they do something‍‌ like that?

An​‍‍ unexpected revelation was‍​ beginning to spread.‌⁠‍

 

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