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◈ Got a Gallery in the Wild ◈
Chapter 89: Diary (2)
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As the saying goes, “The Tiger Dies and Leaves Its Hide, and a person dies and leaves their name.”
It is a proverb describing a human trait, meaning that one should do great things in life and leave behind a name that shines through future generations.
Humans possess the highest intelligence of all animals, yet they still retain the instincts of living creatures.
The desire to leave something behind.
Whether it is children, a name, or achievements does not matter.
There is a reason so many people live and die for “honor.”
A person’s honor determines how great a name they leave for future generations.
People have a strong desire to leave behind a legacy.
Keeping a diary also fulfills that desire. Though it may seem childish, it is actually quite a profound hobby.
People keep diaries for all sorts of reasons, but in the end, it is an act of leaving a record behind.
Diaries left by great figures hold enormous academic value and often even change history.
Even an ordinary person’s diary cannot be considered of little value.
An ordinary person’s diary may look unimpressive at first glance, but it contains their life.
Someone can gain wisdom from it or use it as a cautionary example. It holds plenty of value.
‘Did I say something I shouldn’t have?’
Snow-white hair and skin. Beautiful features and an icy air.
Selena, the woman who had suffered from an incurable disease before regaining her vitality with Grylls’s help, felt uneasy.
Her expression was as cold as always, but her trembling eyes revealed how she felt.
‘What if I hurt Grylls by saying that?’
Selena understood Grylls’s situation well.
A certain death, and a death that could come at any moment.
There was a subtle difference between them, but they shared one thing. Death had been close to both of them.
Grylls’s help had freed Selena completely from the fear of death, but the fear had not disappeared.
If anything, she knew all too well how terrifying death was. That feeling of nearly going mad at any moment.
The fear had gradually faded once she entered the stage of resignation, but she remembered that feeling clearly.
‘Writing a diary in Grylls’s situation means he’s entered the stage of resignation...’
Keeping a diary was good. Leaving something behind was meaningful in itself.
Still, when someone close to death kept a diary, it usually meant they had entered the stage of resignation.
Quietly waiting for death, or preparing for a death that could come at any moment.
It was quite common, and at a glance, it looked almost like one final desperate struggle.
‘Did he truly come from another world?’
Grylls was the problem. Selena stared closely at the photo he had sent.
A picture of a notebook filled with unknown writing. Even she, who had mastered all sorts of foreign languages, had never seen it before.
Even in a remote country, languages often resembled one another. It was easier to think of them as dialects.
Yet the writing in Grylls’s photo was not a dialect. It was an entirely new script.
‘If he truly came from another world... then Grylls will have no one who can appreciate his diary, even if he leaves one behind.’
A diary was something embarrassing to show others.
Yet ironically, it came from the desire for someone to understand you.
If someone truly wanted to keep their secrets hidden, they would not write them anywhere. They would keep them in their heart.
Selena had once kept a diary for that same reason. Even after being cured, she occasionally read it.
‘How sad and miserable that must be.’
A legacy that no one appreciates.
No, a legacy that no one can appreciate. The only legacy he would leave behind was his Gallery posts.
If it had been written in a language she knew, perhaps she could have received his diary.
But because he had crossed over from another world, even if she received it, she would not be able to read it.
‘The best way would be for Grylls to teach me his writing system, but...’
Would someone struggling to survive have that kind of spare time? Not at all.
Death was closing in on Grylls every hour.
Hadn’t he told the Gallery that he had narrowly escaped death today?
‘Grylls helped me out of pure goodwill. I need to repay him in kind.’
Selena thought about it. How could she preserve his legacy more easily?
Regardless of the maxim about never losing hope, one had to prepare for everything.
She occasionally gave him Elixir or tasty snacks, but that was nowhere near enough.
‘...Right. Let’s do this.’
After a long yet brief period of thought, Selena made her decision.
‘I’ll write down every record Grylls has posted in the Gallery and document his actions as well.’
Gallery records did not last forever.
Just as the dead could not speak, the Gallery deleted the records of dead users.
If every post by a specific registered user disappeared, that meant the person had died.
If Grylls’s posts vanished, it would mean the same thing.
‘If I can’t help him directly, then I should at least record him so that his death is not meaningless.’
This was all she could do. Selena once again blamed her own lack of ability.
She wanted to analyze the Forest of Four Seasons mathematically somehow, but there was only one conclusion.
Impossible. She had realized that after seeing footage of the sea flowing upstream into a river.
‘So that people stranded in the Forest of Four Seasons will not die meaningless deaths.’
Grylls’s survival records would become a precious asset for people stranded in the Forest of Four Seasons in the future.
With that in mind, Selena retraced Grylls’s actions, starting with the very first post he had made after suddenly falling into the Forest of Four Seasons and becoming overwhelmed with confusion.
‘So he’d been suffering from the very beginning.’
The time he had been chased by a pack of Mad Dogs right after helping Heavenly Demon. The time a Guardian appeared afterward.
The time a Mad Dog bit one of his arms, putting him in grave danger, only for SwordTasteMaster to save him at the last moment.
Even the record of finding an Adult Mandrake and curing her completely.
So many things had happened despite only ten days passing.
Simply organizing everything he had done took a considerable amount of time.
‘I need to write about the registered users too...’
Since it was a Gallery, there were far too many colorful people.
Vermin, no. Dumbasses, no. Morons, no.
For the moment, she excluded the Anonymous Users masquerading as people as much as possible.
Anonymous Users occasionally shared important information and even taught Grylls how to clean fish.
Aside from those important cases, most Anonymous Users left nothing but bizarre comments.
‘His desperate battle with the Saber-Toothed Tiger, and the heart he obtained from it with the same structure as a Dragon Heart...’
The more she looked back, the more she wondered.
How had Grylls endured in such a hellish forest?
The Gallery helped him, but the Forest of Four Seasons was a place where even formidable people could not survive.
A glance through the Gallery records showed all kinds of dangerous animals appearing.
‘His natural combat instincts must be exceptional.’
There was a reason Heavenly Demon and SwordTasteMaster had taken an interest in him. His talent was extraordinary.
Even more surprising was the intelligence he displayed in the Gallery.
He spoke like some crude lout when dealing with Passing Dwarf or Anonymous Users, but he was very kind to registered users.
Kindness and courtesy he could not hide, even in a Gallery where anonymity was the norm. That stood out to Selena.
‘Just what did Grylls do before coming here?’
He had shown remarkable adaptability. He had already built a base.
Even more interesting was his resentment toward the gods. Honestly, anyone in Grylls’s situation who did not resent the gods would be strange.
Yet it did not feel like simple complaining. It felt serious enough to border on blasphemy.
‘And yet he keeps living on.’
The deeper she looked, the stranger he seemed. His actions were just as strange.
Selena recorded Grylls’s actions in a book while considering them piece by piece.
‘Based on what I’ve learned so far...’
His goodness, repaying goodwill with goodwill.
His thoroughness, cutting off relationships the instant someone repaid goodwill with betrayal.
His courtesy toward others, alongside the familiarity of using harsh language with those close to him.
His fairness, respecting order even in grim situations.
His cleverness, guiding others to subtly change that order when there was a good reason.
That was Grylls’s personality as revealed through his actions in the Gallery.
‘He said he was an orphan... What could he have gone through to develop this kind of personality?’
Orphans were bound to lack certain things. That was not discrimination. It was only natural.
Everything they should have received from their parents was absent, so they were more deeply affected by their environment than anyone else.
As a result, orphans were generally self-protective, and their personalities tended to become prickly.
Grylls bickered with the dwarf, but he was not prickly at all. He was normal.
‘Maybe he’s only like that because it’s the Gallery...’
Everything he did could have been calculated.
Still, that seemed unlikely. If it were all an act, it would have shown.
‘If that were the case, he wouldn’t have helped Heavenly Demon either.’
Selena continued documenting Grylls little by little.
She did not know what would become of these records in the future, but they would have a significant impact.
They would especially have an enormous effect on research related to the Forest of Four Seasons.
Knock, knock, knock.
“My Lady. It’s Mary. May I come in?”
Mary knocked from outside while Selena searched through the Gallery and organized her records.
Selena closed the book for a moment. She had no intention of showing it to anyone yet.
“Come in.”
Creak.
The door slowly opened once Selena gave permission.
The person who appeared was Mary, the maid who had stayed by Selena’s side all this time.
Mary bowed politely in greeting.
“So, what is it?”
“The Duchess asked for you...”
“Isn’t that too formal for someone you’ll soon be calling Mother?”
“Pardon?”
Mary straightened up in shock at Selena’s words.
Selena’s face remained completely expressionless. She even seemed chilly.
“You’ll soon be adopted as a daughter. You should practice.”
“H-How could I possibly...!”
“You should.”
“Y-Yes!”
Unlike her gentle manner in the Gallery, Selena maintained a cold tone in reality.
It could not be helped. Her incurable disease had gradually dulled her emotions as well.
Things had improved lately, at least. Selena rose from her seat.
The Duchess, or rather, her mother, had summoned her. She needed to go.
She had used a wheelchair before, but now she could walk proudly on her own two feet.
“Mary.”
“Yes?”
“Take my hand. Let’s go together.”
“B-But...!”
“Your big sister is asking.”
“Y-Yes!”
Well, she still had a long way to go before becoming close with Mary.
Selena held Mary’s hand warmly and began walking.
The warmth of another person that had once felt especially hot.
Now, it only felt soft and yielding. It was not hot at all.
‘Please don’t lose hope, Grylls.’
Selena whispered quietly to herself.
* * *
At around the same time, Grylls had decided to keep a diary.
“Wow.”
He exclaimed as he looked at the diary entry he had written as a test.
It was such excellent writing that admiration showed even on his face.
No one would appreciate the writing, but that did not matter. He could use it as both big data and a field guide.
Then an unexpected problem appeared.
“My writing skills stopped developing in elementary school.”
His writing was awful. No, it was way beyond awful.
He was so bad at writing that he was amazed at his own work.
I tried to steal turtle eggs, but I met the mother turtle. The mother turtle transformed into a tortoise and shot lasers at me. I was scared.
That was roughly the format. It was a truly “objective” diary.
Grylls picked apart his diary entry point by point, then shrugged.
‘No one’s going to read it anyway.’
Contrary to someone’s worries, he was very positive.
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