Now that I’ve decided on a name, all that’s left is getting close to Wonmo.
Giving him honey boosted his affection significantly, but a cub is still a cub.
On top of not knowing right from wrong yet, his mother died, so I’ll have to take care of him.
But here came the biggest problem.
’How am I supposed to raise him?’
Even back home, I never raised a single pet.
My own situation was desperate enough; what pet?
At least with dogs or cats, I had seen them around somewhere, so it would’ve been fine, but an owlbear is not that.
Except for knowing that they have a monstrously voracious appetite and are ferocious, I know nothing.
’Making him recognize me as his master is what’s important...’
I watched Wonmo as he trotted busily around the inside of the cave.
Maybe because he’s still a cub, he’s full of curiosity.
"Keung. Keungkeung."
The guy lingered for a long time at the spot where his mother died.
Seeing him even smelling the ground, it seems he remembers his mother’s scent.
However, the owlbear has already been passed over to the United States... no, the auction house.
Bids were still steadily coming in even now, so a massive sum of money is expected to enter soon.
’By the way, that small guy grows up that big?’
Exaggerating a little, the mother owlbear was the size of a house.
But look at Wonmo. The round little guy is about the size of a medium-sized dog.
Seeing that the color of his fur is light too, just as the Gallery said, he’s a newborn that hasn’t been born long.
"Kueeeek!"
"Aigo."
That’s why even if he has lots of curiosity, he has way too much.
Why on earth are you eating the Fasting Pills contained in the burlap sack?
Since his sense of smell is good, he must have smelled the bitter odor too, so I wondered why he did that.
"Kuaaaak!"
Chwaak!
But even if he’s a cub, his ferocity remained unchanged.
Because the moment Wonmo swung his claws, the sack tore open.
I gasped as the Fasting Pills contained inside poured out in a heap.
"Hey! Park Wonmo! You shouldn’t do that!"
"Kyu, kyuuu?"
"No matter how bad it tastes, you shouldn’t do that!"
Even while scolding Wonmo, I made a quick move.
I laid the torn sack on its side so the Fasting Pills wouldn’t spill out further.
Then I purchased a sack of suitable size from the auction house and moved them there.
’By the way, didn’t they say these guys even eat rotten corpses?’
Just how bad do Fasting Pills taste for everyone to have the exact same reaction?
As for me, I’m used to it so it’s fine, but it seems animals aren’t.
’First, I need to make him recognize this place as home...’
A question arose here.
Why did the mother owlbear bring her cub here?
As territorial animals, they are extremely sensitive to territory.
It was equivalent to saying they rarely trespass on other animals’ territory under normal circumstances.
Even if she wandered around for scouting purposes, she wouldn’t drag a cub—especially a newborn child—around with her.
’Was her original territory stolen by someone?’
No. That probably wasn’t it.
Because the mother owlbear was in top condition when she ran into me.
Far from trying to tear me apart right away, she started by probing.
Should I view it as... a simple house move? I’m not really sure.
To properly confirm it, finding their nest is best.
’Right now, that’s tough.’
Look at that furball looking at me with those round eyes right now.
Plunking himself down on the mat stuffed with straw and staring blankly at me...
"Choo-choo. Come here."
"Kyuuu."
He’s so cute I could die. How can he be this cute?
I expressed affection to my heart’s content, stroking Wonmo’s chin and patting his head.
Yeah. How could I leave this guy behind?
Even if I leave, I can’t recklessly leave the place empty until I make him recognize this place as home.
’Then that means repairing the house is the best option...’
It’s a shame, but it’s not a bad choice.
But the biggest problem is, as expected, ’water’.
I’ll manage my own hygiene, but not this guy.
I have no idea where he might pick up a disease, so a bath is essential.
’Washing him in the stream... is tough.’
Not because of the Golden Frog, but because I don’t know where Wonmo might bounce off to.
Especially the moment he crosses over to the other side, it’s a major accident.
And if the terrain changes right at the timing when he crosses, it’s a massive disaster.
’Isn’t there a good way?’
I stared at Wonmo, who was watching blankly, and hugged him without a word.
His fur is so fluffy, yet I couldn’t name him Fluffy. Owner is sorry.
As if knowing my feelings, the guy rubbed his face against me frantically.
Ggoreureuk-
Then a strange sound entered my ears.
First off, it’s not coming from my stomach.
Gently letting go of Wonmo, I stared intently at his face.
"Kyuuu..."
"Are you hungry?"
"Chureup."
What are you doing smacking your lips looking at me? Making me nervous.
Before Wonmo went wild, I hurriedly entered the auction house.
There were various items in the auction house, so I could also purchase suitable meat.
’They even sell monster meat?’
Orc, Goblin, Gnoll, Troll, etc.
I wasn’t really sure why they put such things up on the auction house.
They say monster meat is tough and tasteless, so unless it’s an emergency, people don’t eat it.
It seems they put it up on the auction house because it was a headache to dispose of. The price is also relatively very cheap.
"Here. Here you go."
"Keungkeungkeung. Keung."
I bought Orc meat and placed it in front of Wonmo.
Wonmo also smelled it with curious eyes, and soon took a big bite out of it.
"Nyamnyamnyam."
"Is it edible?"
"Nyamnyamnyamnyam. Kwaak! Kwak!"
You eat well. As expected of an owlbear, his appetite seems close to a bear’s as well.
Placing a bowl filled with water beside Wonmo, I went outside.
Since it would take time for him to devour all of that, I plan to do the remaining work.
Taak! Tak
As I chopped hard with the axe, it reached the point where it shook slightly before I knew it.
The sound wasn’t dull either, closer to the sound of chopping firewood.
After confirming the cave’s location, I pushed hard with my foot.
Soon, the tree slowly fell, then tipped over with a loud ududuk! sound.
Kuung!
Since it was a tree of immense size, just falling over caused a noise.
Don’t tell me this will get on the nerves of other animals.
The fortunate thing was that the biggest danger, the mother owlbear, had already been sold at the auction house.
’Should I roughly divide it into three parts?’
Walking over to the fallen tree, I calculated the size by eye.
At this size, it seems I could easily make 3 to 4 defense walls.
The problem is that I have to split and trim this thick tree.
’...Why did I do this?’
As they say, one mountain after another; there was a lot of work left to do.
I should have just learned the Internal Cultivation Art first like I decided earlier before doing this.
Doing weird things just because I had nothing to do feels like it only made more work.
Sighing deeply, I decided to trim off the small branches first.
Seeing how many small branches there were, it seemed I wouldn’t need to worry about firewood for the time being.
After roughly trimming off the small branches, I plan to split the tree again.
’I can’t do it with a sword, right? I should buy a saw...’
Just thinking about sawing makes me dizzy already.
Even so, giving up isn’t an option.
Before buying a saw, I went into the cave for a rest.
"Gororong..."
Entering the cave, Wonmo was sleeping on the mat.
The monster meat I gave him earlier was neatly devoured.
No matter what animal it is, cubs tend to sleep all day.
Staring at Wonmo, who curled his body into a ball, I quietly logged into the Gallery.
Title) Our Wonmo is sleeping
Wild Grylls
(Photo of Wonmo sleeping curled into a ball)
Isn’t he really cute?
ㄴ Ah... so healing...
ㄴ Give us more! Give us more, I say!
ㄴ He really looks like a ball lol
ㄴ No matter how I look at it, the name Wonmo was chosen so well
ㄴ I really want to hug him once
Most comments were glowing praise.
If your heart is intact after seeing this, you’re not human.
While looking at the comments in the Gallery with a proud heart, one post caught my eye.
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Is that emergency food? Looks delicious.
ㄴ Wild Grylls) Are you a crazy bastard?
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) I slept after drinking yesterday and just woke up. What happened?
It was Passing Dwarf. He seems to have just woken up after drinking.
How could he look at Wonmo and call him emergency food?
I thought he was a fool in many ways too, but the users in the Gallery were even worse.
ㄴ It’s not that Wonmo is emergency food, Grylls is Wonmo’s emergency food lol
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Really? So he’s serving his master.
ㄴ He was a butler lololol
ㄴ Ah lolol "If I get hungry, I’m gonna eat you first" lolol
ㄴ Wild Grylls) Truly crazy bastards;;
Yeah. This is the Gallery. I let out a dry laugh.
Since Passing Dwarf happened to arrive, I asked him a question.
ㄴ Wild Grylls) Dwarf. Can you by any chance get me a good saw?
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) A saw? Ah, did you chop down a tree?
ㄴ Wild Grylls) Yeah. But my nuts are trembling just thinking about sawing it.
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Saws are all about the same unless made of Adamantium. It’s better to chop with an axe first and then saw.
ㄴ Wild Grylls) That’s way too hard.
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Did you think it’d be easy? In the first place, that’s work for 2 or more people.
It sucks, but I have nothing to say. Nothing is easy.
At least the best method is receiving the transfer of the Internal Cultivation Art from Heavenly Demon.
If I can use mana, won’t things improve somehow?
Until then, there’s no choice but to trim it with pure ef-fort.
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Or else sell the logs on the auction house and buy fences or defensive walls. Wouldn’t that work?
ㄴ Wild Grylls) There were none?
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Why wouldn’t there be any?
Why wouldn’t there be, indeed. I searched too, but there were none.
Even if there were fence types, there were none in the form I wanted.
ㄴ Wild Grylls) Why are you asking me that;; If there aren’t any, there aren’t any. And aren’t they expensive?
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) No matter how expensive, it’s cheaper than the raw timber you chopped. Do you have any idea how good trees grown in the Forest of the Four Seasons are?
ㄴ Wild Grylls) Of course I don’t. I told you I came from another world?
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Wasn’t that just drunk nonsense?
ㄴ Wild Grylls) You son of a bitch lol
ㄴ Understandable not to believe him lolololol
ㄴ lolololol
No. Why does everyone... fail to believe—well, it is understandable.
However, that wasn’t the only baffling thing.
ㄴ Wild Grylls) Why didn’t you tell me earlier instead of now?
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) So you could suffer a bit lol
ㄴ Wild Grylls) You dog of a bastard
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Sawing isn’t the end of it. You have to dry out the moisture inside, plane it, anyway there’s tons to do lol
ㄴ Wild Grylls) What happens if you don’t remove the moisture?
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Mold popping everywhere!
ㄴ Wild Grylls) Ha;;
ㄴ Looks like reality hit him hard? lol
ㄴ Still, you gained knowledge. Have a drink!
I really want to have a drink.
If I knew it’d be like this, I should have just posted a thread.
Just as Dwarf said, it seemed better to put the raw timber on the auction house.
’Somewhere, a square world made this easily.’
That was because the protagonist over there was an absurdly capable person.
As long as he had materials, whether a sword or a pickaxe, he made it in a snap, so he was amazing.
Why did I fall into this hellish world without a single ability?
It was a situation that only brought sighs, but having the Gallery was truly fortunate.
’Should I ask Dwarf?’
Although he’s cheeky, no one is as outstanding in this field as Dwarf. At least among the people I know.
After thinking for a bit, I asked Passing Dwarf.
ㄴ Wild Grylls) Then I’ll give you the raw timber, so can you make me a decent defensive wall?
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Just buy it from the auction house, I tell ya? Looking earlier, there were a few. Drying it takes a few weeks.
ㄴ Wild Grylls) It’s because there’s nothing I want in the auction house
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) True, fences aside, defensive walls probably aren’t sold. I’ll get one.
ㄴ Wild Grylls) You’re not messing around, right?
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) I don’t mess around with stuff like this.
That’s a relief then.
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Except when I’m wasted lol
ㄴ Wild Grylls) What are you holding in your hand right now?
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) Beer
ㄴ Wild Grylls) You son of a...
ㄴ Passing Dwarf) For a Dwarf, this is juice. Is there a problem?
ㄴ That’s a valid point though lolol
ㄴ Valid point to get beaten up lolol
ㄴ lolololol
ㄴ lololol
Dizzying. What kind of alcoholic is this?
Still, it didn’t seem like he was joking, so I browsed the auction house.
As expected, there was no defensive wall in the form I wanted.
Defensive walls themselves are a one-and-done build, so demand isn’t that high.
Even if needed, people would chop down nearby trees, trim, and dry them rather than buying directly.
’First, I should list the raw timber.’
I registered the raw timber lying outside on the auction house.
I wasn’t sure how much it would cost, but I hoped it would be expensive, just as Dwarf said.
If it’s expensive, all these trees become savings.
’I have no choice but to wait for the defensive wall.’
Since Dwarf said he would post it soon, I can just buy that.
Before that, I plan to trim around the cave one by one.
’I’m not going to settle down here forever, but...’
First, I marked the trees that needed to be chopped down with the axe.
I plan to dig the moat after installing the defensive wall.
Following up, I roughly marked them with the axe and came into the cave for a rest.
Wonmo was still off in dreamland. Really cute.
I flashed a warm smile and logged into the Gallery.
Logging into the Gallery, many comments were posted in the meantime.
Among them, the comment from familiar fixed handle Praise the Sun caught my attention the most.
ㄴ Praise the Sun) Hey. By any chance, did you comb Wonmo?
ㄴ Wild Grylls) Why comb him?
ㄴ Praise the Sun) Animals with lots of fur must be combed. Or bathed. Try combing him once.
I don’t really know what it is, but I should do as instructed for now.
Seeing this, he seems to be someone who raises animals like me.
I bought a fine-toothed comb from the auction house and approached Wonmo.
Next, I carefully began combing his thick fur so as not to wake Wonmo.
"...What is this."
I think I know why Praise the Sun said those words.
Something wriggling between the teeth of the comb. It looked truly hideous.
"T-Ticks?"
Water became desperately needed.
Right this instant.