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◈ Got a Gallery in the Wild ◈
Chapter 101: Firewood (4)
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The shock left me dumbfounded for only a moment before I immediately left a comment.
The comment section was already an absolute mess, but I couldn't hold back my curiosity.
└ [Wild Grylls]: What's that supposed to mean? Are they saying they'll send survivors in for me?
└ The man himself is here.
└ Grylls, you won't be lonely anymore.
└ The Holy Kingdom says it's sending a tracking party for you, lmao.
└ The Holy Kingdom achieves what no one else could!
└ [Wild Grylls]: We can just treat this as bullshit, right? Fuck, they're getting my hopes up for nothing.
└ Normally this would be scary, but Grylls is excited lol.
└ Makes sense, considering it's the Forest of Four Seasons lol.
└ But who the hell are they sending?
└ Rumor has it they're sending people who oppose the current Pope's regime?
└ So they're just getting rid of political enemies lol.
└ Do they even have the ability to find the Head Mod?
└ No chance lol. Unless the Head Mod openly tells them where she is, it's impossible.
└ Didn't a Head Mod once expose someone who announced they were going to assassinate an emperor?
└ The Head Mod gave their location in real time, she didn't reveal her own address.
└ And that Head Mod got her eyes gouged out after stalking someone lol.
└ So they can send messages to moderators?
└ Yeah, that's right. Those bastards will definitely send messages.
So this was all for show. I had a rough idea of what that meant.
Normally, I'd only see this kind of thing on Earth, but since this place had the gallery, things seemed to play out in similar ways.
A so-called battle for public opinion. The gallery was practically the only place to gauge public sentiment.
‘They're doing nothing but stepping on landmines.’
Naturally, public opinion of the Holy Kingdom was rock bottom.
There were people who defended it or made excuses for it, but they were a tiny minority among minorities.
All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the show. The Holy Kingdom said it would designate the gallery as evil, but who knew how that would go?
‘Didn't the Emperor of the Central Plains get his head cut off after trying to stop people from using the gallery?’
It was a fairly famous incident: the assassination of the Emperor of the Central Plains.
It occasionally came up as bait, so even I knew about it.
The emperor had stopped people from using the gallery, then was assassinated one day.
The Imperial Court announced that he'd died of illness, while the Central Plains suspected an internal power struggle.
Most people in the gallery didn't believe either explanation, since the mood among Central Plains users had been unusually tense.
‘I'm sure they'll handle it.’
Whether El Dorado made another stupid move or entered the Forest of Four Seasons, it wasn't my problem.
What mattered was how the Head Mod, DontAbandonTheHero, would respond.
She could reveal my location in real time and even impose penalties.
‘The Head Mod said not to worry, but seeing what the Holy Kingdom is doing...’
On top of that, the Head Mod was presumed to be from the Holy Kingdom.
The fact that she was a devout apostle of the goddess Aris made her origins fairly obvious.
Still, with the country in such a state, hadn't any patriotism she had already dried up?
The Head Mod worshipped the gods. That didn't mean she felt patriotic toward El Dorado.
‘I should watch how this plays out.’
The little ball I'd thrown had apparently become a massive meteor crashing down.
Cleaning this up would take time. Still, if the Holy Kingdom kept stepping on landmines, the fire wouldn't go out.
Until then, I just had to calmly do what I needed to do.
[Post title] Made an Oven
[Author] Wild Grylls
[Post] (A photo of a fairly well-made oven)
[Post] I tried making an oven with bricks and clay. What do you think?
└ [Heavenly Demon]: It looks like a decent oven. Are you planning to make bread?
└ [Wild Grylls]: More than bread, it's for putting fish in. I think it'll save time.
└ [Heavenly Demon]: I wonder what fish baked in an oven tastes like.
└ [Wild Grylls]: Want me to give you one later?
└ [Heavenly Demon]: If you can spare a piece.
└ [SwordTasteMaster]: Weren't you the one saying you'd skin a flea for its hide and all that? lol
└ [Heavenly Demon]: I have realized a piece of fish is not a flea's hide.
└ [SwordTasteMaster]: That's a pathetic excuse lol.
└ [Heavenly Demon]: I could be even more shameless, you know?
└ [SwordTasteMaster]: Ah. Please no;;
└ Immediately subdued lol.
└ TasteMaster, you know what to do if you think it's unfair.
└ You just need to turn blue too ^^
└ [SwordTasteMaster]: I have no intention of becoming an assistant moderator even if I die;;
└ [Starlight Princess]: Did you make it yourself? You made it look quite nice!
└ [Wild Grylls]: Thank you, haha.
└ [Starlight Princess]: Now that you've made an oven, you'll be able to cook a variety of dishes. Is there anything you have in mind?
└ [Wild Grylls]: I've only got fish, tho...
└ [Starlight Princess]: I can at least give you flour. Would you like to try making bread?
└ [Wild Grylls]: It's fine. You don't need to go that far.
Bread was a luxury. Unless I grew wheat myself, it was the kind of thing only someone with a full stomach would talk about.
At least I could warm up smoked food. That was basically it.
Like I'd said earlier, the only reason I made the oven was to save time.
‘Though this will be difficult too until the dwarf gives me an iron plate.’
They said they'd give it to me with the barricade at lunch.
I could train until then. This morning's training was swordsmanship practice.
Ding!
Just as I was about to close the gallery, a notification rang out.
A gallery notification meant someone had commented on my post or sent me a message.
If it had been a comment, I would've only checked who left it, but this time it was a message.
Thinking it might be from the Head Mod, I checked it right away.
[NecromancyIsLove]: Are you the one who posted Rais Kraone's final record?
It was a registered user I'd never seen before. I raised an eyebrow as I looked at the message.
Come to think of it, if someone had authority similar to the Head Mod's, there was no reason they could only send messages to the Head Mod. They could message me too.
‘The username is a little weird, though...’
The only people who could send me a message like that right now were from the Holy Kingdom.
Wondering what kind of bullshit they were about to say, I politely replied.
[You]: If you're asking because I posted a book about the Undying King, then yes.
[NecromancyIsLove]: Then you are also the one who gave the book to Kadir.
[You]: Kadir?
[You]: The Wizard King?
Wizard King Kadir. I'd vaguely heard about him through the gallery.
A being who not only knew every spell in the world but had also grasped the principles behind them.
He'd defeated the Undying King alongside the previous Hero and killed a dragon driven mad.
Some said he had an eccentric side, but I didn't know about that. Either way, he was famous.
‘The person I gave the book to was Allfather, though. No, more importantly...’
How did they know I'd given away the book?
There were too many things I didn't understand, and too many suspicious details.
Maybe this registered user was just fishing for information. I didn't need to answer recklessly.
I'm not sure what you mean.
[NecromancyIsLove]: There is no need to play coy.
[NecromancyIsLove]: I have already seen the book in Kadir's hands.
[You]: Are you saying Allfather is Kadir?
[NecromancyIsLove]: That is correct.
[You]: Then who are you?
[NecromancyIsLove]: The Undying King, no.
NecromancyIsLove seemed to hesitate for a moment, then revealed his identity.
[NecromancyIsLove]: I am Kazan Kraone III, last king of the Balkan Kingdom.
[You]: I heard the Undying King was dead.
[NecromancyIsLove]: The flesh is gone, but the soul remains.
[NecromancyIsLove]: At present, it is sealed inside Kadir's refrigerator.
[You]: That's a bit, right?
Where did he think he was peddling this snake oil... No. This was completely ridiculous.
The Undying King, someone that powerful, was sealed in a refrigerator? Why not say he was fermenting like kimchi while he was at it?
He must have guessed that I'd given the book to Allfather.
Still, this registered user was apparently committed to the bit and continued speaking without batting an eye.
[NecromancyIsLove]: Whether you believe me is up to you.
[NecromancyIsLove]: That is not what is important to me.
[You]: Then what is?
[NecromancyIsLove]: I simply wished to offer my gratitude.
[NecromancyIsLove]: Whether you intended it or not, you have cleared our kingdom's name of its undeserved disgrace.
It was rare for a message to carry genuine sincerity. I could feel... none of it.
I just thought he'd chosen a pretty strange bit. There were plenty of weird people in the world.
Besides, the Undying King was supposed to be undead. I wasn't even sure undead could use the gallery.
Didn't undead lack a sense of self?
Nothing about this story added up.
‘It doesn't matter even if Allfather is Kadir.’
He was someone from a faraway land to me.
Even if I told anyone this, nobody would believe me.
They might as well say Heavenly Demon was the real Heavenly Demon of the Central Plains.
It seemed best to play along.
[You]: I posted it to get information of my own, that's all.
[NecromancyIsLove]: I see.
[NecromancyIsLove]: Is there anything you desire?
[You]: Come here and help me out.
[NecromancyIsLove]: Unfortunately, I have lost my body, so that would be difficult.
Just as I thought. I hadn't expected much.
I snorted and continued my conversation with NecromancyIsLove.
[You]: Then tell me something that could help me.
[You]: I'm curious how the person who wrote that book survived.
[NecromancyIsLove]: First, I shall tell you how my brother died.
[You]: You translated it?
[NecromancyIsLove]: I have not forgotten the kingdom from the days when it was poor, yet happy.
[NecromancyIsLove]: Nor could I forget its language.
Ah. Yes. I see. What a unique bit.
Still, it was a relief that he claimed to know why the book's owner had died.
Of course, there wasn't a shred of reliability to it, so I'd ask Allfather separately.
[NecromancyIsLove]: My brother, Rais Kraone, died of an infection.
[You]: An infection?
[NecromancyIsLove]: His wounded area slowly rotted away, and unable to endure the pain, he ultimately took his own life.
[NecromancyIsLove]: That was written in his final entry.
[You]: Who injured him?
[NecromancyIsLove]: It says he was attacked by a group of gorilla-like primates.
Gorillas... Could those be the ones over there?
I remembered hearing sounds like monkeys when I'd traveled upstream along the river.
It seemed he had encountered the creatures there.
‘That's important information.’
I didn't know how far this person had explored, but it seemed best to avoid that place if possible.
I'd assumed there was more than one of them.
[You]: Thank you for the information.
[You]: That helped a little.
[NecromancyIsLove]: If there is anything you are curious about, ask.
[NecromancyIsLove]: I shall be going now.
[You]: What are you going to do?
[NecromancyIsLove]: I intend to see the world.
[NecromancyIsLove]: It has been a long time since I last saw it. It feels strange.
He's just dressing up browsing the gallery in fancy words.
It was a bit so unhinged that it almost felt like Heavenly Demon's.
I ended the conversation there and immediately sent a message to another registered user.
[You]: Allfather.
[You]: May I ask you something?
[Allfather]: Go ahead.
[You]: A registered user said earlier that you're Kadir, Allfather.
[You]: The Wizard King.
[Allfather]: Yes. That is correct.
[You]: What?
I was the one taken aback. I never expected them to admit it so readily.
[Allfather]: Do you believe me?
[You]: Um... no?
That made sense too. I immediately accepted it.
‘I'll just think of them as another weird person.’
There was no need to overthink it.
* * *
Asella, the current Hero and the gallery's Head Mod, was in a difficult situation.
It wasn't that a tracking party had chased her down, nor had she run out of money.
It was an extension of the massive controversy that had spread beyond the gallery and into reality.
‘There hasn't been... a single message.’
What Asella was waiting for was a message from El Dorado, the Holy Kingdom.
To send a message, one had to be a registered user.
Therefore, sending Asella a message practically meant they would barely be able to use the gallery.
Fortunately, no messages had come so far, but... that was a problem too.
‘Does the Holy Kingdom... have no intention of resolving this?’
It was a problem if a message came, and a problem if one didn't.
The former would mean a guilty conscience, while the latter meant they had no intention of resolving things.
Either way, Asella couldn't help feeling disappointed.
‘If a message comes...’
Wouldn't revealing that she was the Hero give her a chance to clear up the misunderstanding?
Asella hurriedly shook her head as soon as she had that thought.
As mentioned before, she had a foolish side, but she wasn't stupid.
Even if she cleared up the misunderstanding, El Dorado would surely use her position as Head Mod.
They would pressure Grylls, the person who had released the information. In the worst case, they would order that he be permanently banned.
For Grylls, whose chances of survival varied drastically depending on whether he had the gallery, that would be fatal.
‘This... isn't right.’
The gallery was a place anyone could use.
Not even a country could regulate the gallery as it pleased. At least, that was what she believed.
Yet what the Holy Kingdom was doing ran completely contrary to Asella's beliefs.
A country blessed by the gods was using that blessing to commit tyranny.
‘Maybe...’
Asella closed the gallery. Her mood kept sinking.
‘Maybe it would be better if they did nothing at all.’
Then she would be a little less disappointed.
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