Unlike the official announcements posted by the Orange Badge, the Gallery has an implicit rule.
No matter how hard or pitiful someone’s situation is, do not help them recklessly.
Even if there is an injured person, do not rashly offer help.
The reason such a rule came about is extremely simple.
Fucking scammer bastard
(Photo of a sickly girl lying down)
You all know this photo, right? The fixed handle who asked for help, claiming his daughter had a terminal illness.
Turns out this bastard was abusing his daughter and starving her on purpose;;
And then he begged saying he had no money, so I sponsored him, but fuck, I got scammed.
└ ;;; Is that something a human would do? Even the Demon Race wouldn’t do that.
└ Princess Chaenggu: We of the Demon Race don’t do things like that. What kind of devilish bastard is he?
└ Then what about Dark Elves?
└ Praise the Sun: We have a conscience too. Does this bastard think our conscience is black just because our skin is black?
└ Busted lol
└ Praise the Sun: Fuck, where do you live? I’m coming for you.
└ So how did that guy get exposed?
└ Apparently, he got caught gambling with his daughter as collateral. Now his eyeballs have been gouged out.
└ Whoa;;
└ Satan: Ah, this is a bit much;;
It was because there were countless cases like the one above. Anyone could enjoy the Gallery as long as they met certain conditions.
But ’anyone’ was pointed out as the problem. Since even people with unverified identities could use it.
From high-ranking nobles to criminals rotting at the bottom of the deep sea.
Because of this, criminals tend to wear mana-restraining anklets to prevent them from using the Gallery.
Even worse felons suffer the punishment of having their eyeballs completely gouged out.
But what if someone is actually sick?
You know, people who really don’t have money and can’t get treated. Are you saying those people should just die?
└ Earn money legitimately, you dumbass. Why are you just begging?
└ That’s true too. Are we not tight on money or something?
└ Fuck, my faith in humanity is completely gone lol
└ Faith in humanity my ass, just ignore the bastards begging for money. Most of them turn out to be gamblers.
└ For now, I’m definitely not giving anything to non-fixed handles, period.
So, the Gallery users united. They agreed to ignore anyone asking for money as much as possible.
They also agreed to give things like medicine only after deep, careful consideration, not just money.
Since usually, you could make a profit just by reselling healing agents like potions.
One might call it cold-hearted, but the accumulated malice over time had made it this way.
Of course, this was entirely a personal choice. They didn’t encourage it, but they didn’t stop it either.
Since it wasn’t their business anyway. It meant ’do as you please.’
└ That’s basically the situation. Hang in there.
└ Wild Grylls: Fuck, thanks for the explanation, you nerd.
└ It’s nothing lol
└ A wound like that would be tough even with a potion, right? There’s also a risk of infection.
└ Wild Grylls: Then what do I do?
└ Cut it off.
└ That’s fucking extreme, lololol
"Oh, fucking hell."
I could understand it, but it was a fucking shitty rule. I spat out a curse.
You could say I let my guard down. I was so exhausted that I closed my eyes for just a moment, and I ended up in this pathetic state.
Fortunately, I wasn’t bitten on the neck, only on my arm. I had used that opening to slice off the bastard’s head with my sword.
’Should I just cut it off?’
I stared at my mangled right arm. Not only was it riddled with gaping holes, but it was also severely torn.
That son of a bitch had bitten my arm and shaken it wildly. I barely managed to stop it from being torn clean off.
’I need to stop the bleeding...’
I looked around the inside of the cave. Since it was a cave used by wild dogs, there wasn’t much inside.
Only bones, presumably belonging to other beasts. I should have expected this when I saw them.
’Should I sell my sword since it’s an emergency?’
I felt incredibly sorry to the Heavenly Demon, but I was in a position where I had to sell the sword to get medicine.
My life was in immediate danger. And the Gallery didn’t seem inclined to help me either.
Verify my identity? Who would believe me if I said I came from another world? They’d just treat me like a lunatic.
For now, trading was my best option. Suppressing the burning pain in my arm, I searched through the comments.
’Let’s look for a fixed handle first. Who should I...’
Sword Matstar-nim has requested a trade. Do you wish to accept?
It was while I was sweating bullets and agonizing over it. Out of nowhere, a trade request popped up.
She was a fixed handle who only gave all kinds of bizarre back-seat gaming advice, a diligent lunatic.
For a brief moment, I wondered, ’Why her?’ but as a wave of pain surged through my right arm, I hurriedly accepted.
[Sword Matstar: You’re the one with the injured arm, right?]
[Wild Grylls: Yes]
[Sword Matstar: I’ll give you a potion. If you apply this, you’ll be fine.]
Sword Matstar-nim has registered the trade item.
An angel without wings is right here! Putting my deep emotion aside for a moment, I immediately agreed to the trade.
Soon, after closing the Gallery, I looked down at the ground. Usually, when a trade is completed, the item is placed on the floor.
’...What is this?’
I blinked. Inside a small cylindrical glass bottle was a liquid glowing with a golden hue.
First of all, it definitely wasn’t anything strange. At least, it didn’t sparkle like starlight.
Before I could even wonder what on earth this was, I picked up the bottle.
With one arm ruined, even uncorking the bottle was a chore.
Jureureuk—
"Kuaaaak...!"
Even though I took a deep breath before pouring it, it stung like absolute hell. Tears welled up in my eyes, ping—.
You might say, ’Is a grown man screaming over just that?’ but fuck, it hurt so bad I thought I was going to die.
It was about five times more painful than applying Albothyl to a canker sore. And the affected area was huge.
"Kuuu... Oh, ooh?!"
Still, its efficacy was equal to or even greater than Albothyl.
Meaning, the recovery was fast. The parts riddled with gaping holes healed up in an instant.
Although I couldn’t wash off the blood completely, I could just wash it later.
"Wow..."
I moved my perfectly fine right arm this way and that. The arm had healed cleanly.
Not only had it healed, but it also felt sturdier. I couldn’t describe it as anything other than a miracle.
Putting my deep emotion aside for a moment, I immediately accessed the Gallery.
Is Sword Matstar a god?
(Photo of a perfectly fine right arm)
(Photo of a glass bottle containing golden liquid)
Is Sword Matstar a god? Is Sword Matstar a god? Is Sword Matstar a god? Is Sword Matstar a god?
I offer my gratitude to Sword Matstar-nim, who gave me a new arm. By the way, what is this yellow stuff?
└ Oh? Your arm is completely healed? Grats grats
└ I was going to give you one too, what a shame
└ Cut the bullshit lol
└ What on earth did she give you that healed a completely wrecked arm?
Indeed. I was curious too.
I stared at the golden liquid, about a third of which was left. I had saved it just in case.
└ Sword Matstar: It’s nothing major. I just received it as a gift from my... boss? I have plenty at home.
└ Wild Grylls: So what is its name?
└ Sword Matstar: An Elixir. Oh, and since there’s a risk of infection, it’s better to drink the rest.
└ Wild Grylls: Yep!
Following Sword Matstar’s advice, I drank all of the remaining liquid.
It was like a fizzy carbonated drink, possessing a mysterious yet familiar taste.
You know that orange-flavored medicine you drank whenever you were sick as a kid? It was similar to that.
└ An Elixir? She gave you an Elixir?
└ No fucking way, stop bullshitting. Why would she give that?
└ Well, an Elixir was indeed the only answer, period.
└ Just how rich is she? She received that as a gift from her boss?
The Gallery’s reaction was strange. Everyone was in an uproar.
With a puzzled expression, I posted a question.
└ Wild Grylls: I’m a bit of a dumbass, but is an Elixir expensive?
└ Of course it’s expensive;;
└ The lowest grade is worth about a commoner family’s monthly living expenses.
└ Wild Grylls: I don’t know how much that is.
└ He really was a dumbass.
└ lololol
I got the general idea that it was expensive. It wasn’t that every Elixir was insanely expensive; apparently, it varied depending on the ingredients.
They said the better the ingredients, the stronger the golden glow, but I didn’t really know.
Instead, one thing was certain. I owed my life to Sword Matstar.
I wanted to repay this somehow.
’Forget repaying, I’m the one who needs help...’
Let’s just write it down first. At least I should convey my feelings.
└ Wild Grylls: Excuse me, but is there anything I can do?
└ Sword Matstar: Grow strong and marry me.
└ Wild Grylls: Wha...?
└ lololol look at him panicking
└ This bastard proposes to anyone who shows potential lol
Ah. That’s right.
Sword Matstar wasn’t exactly a normal person either. A wave of futility washed over me.
└ Sword Matstar: Just kidding. Read my posts from the beginning. It will help you.
└ If nothing else, this person’s posts are seriously useful, period. You must read them, bro.
└ Seriously, it’s the real deal.
└ The Messiah Empire is crying in a corner lolol
"Is it really that good?"
Since I didn’t know how this world worked yet, it didn’t really hit home.
Still, since I had received a favor, I should naturally do as she asked. It would be rude not to.
Besides, the only weapon I had right now was a sword. To make good use of it, it would be best to read her posts.
└ Don’t Abandon the Hero: Ah...! The matter has been resolved while I was asleep for a moment! What a relief!
└ The pushover has arrived!
└ Welcome, sucker.
└ Don’t Abandon the Hero: I’ll delete the post about your injury in one minute! It’s too gruesome!
When the situation was somewhat settled, the Orange Badge appeared. Everyone began teasing her, calling her a pushover.
As I tilted my head, wondering why she was called a pushover, another user kindly informed me beforehand.
└ Grylls, please don’t rip off the Orange Badge.
└ Wild Grylls: Why? Did something happen?
└ She can’t refuse if you ask her. She does everything like a total pushover.
└ Didn’t she even give away her entire fortune because of that?
└ But the catch is that her entire fortune was only 10 gold lol
└ lololol
"She really was a pushover."
She’s incredibly soft-hearted. I understood the situation.
Of course, even so, there would be no reason for me to ask the Orange Badge for a favor.
Even if I did, I would make a ’fair’ trade. I, too, am a person with a conscience.
’If I find some herbs later, I should give them to Sword Matstar.’
Now it was time to clean up. I cleared away the dog carcass, which was still dripping warm blood.
Since I was worried other beasts might be drawn by the scent of blood, I also needed to block the entrance.
’I should stay here until the Heavenly Demon gives me the rest.’
I disposed of the carcass a bit further away and blocked the cave entrance by gathering nearby stones.
After finishing the cleanup, I unpacked the food bundle. It was the food I had eaten one of before going to sleep.
’No matter how I look at it, it looks like a rice ball.’
The size and everything made it exactly a rice ball. However, the taste was not.
I popped the rice ball, which was about the size of a child’s fist, into my mouth. Then, grimacing, I forced myself to chew and swallow.
Did the Heavenly Demon eat this kind of garbage and call it food? A pungent scent of herbs pierced my nose.
And how did it taste? It was terribly tasteless and terribly bitter. Not a single hint of sweetness could be felt.
’Still, I should be grateful for even this.’
I should ask the Heavenly Demon later. What on earth did she make this out of for it to taste this awful?
Strangely, it didn’t get stuck in my throat. It was just terribly tasteless.
After finishing off one pill, I leaned my back against the wall. Too many things had happened today.
’Thanks to this, at least I know it’s not a dream.’
What on earth did I do wrong to wake up in this place? And what is this Gallery?
A sudden wave of reality made me want to cry, but I held it in. First, it would be best to figure out what kind of world this is.
To do that, I’d have to access the Gallery. Right now, the Gallery was the only thing I could trust.
[[Awesome Photo of an Otherworlder Noona] [0]
"..."
It was a post sitting proudly at the very top as soon as I entered. I flinched upon seeing it.
Then, reflexively, I looked around my surroundings. Even though I knew no one was there.
’Hmm. Well, since it’s at the very top...’
Exercising self-rationalization, I clicked on the post.
"Kuaaaak!!!"
And suffered severe internal injuries.
Title) You fucking crazy bastards
Wild Grylls
Fuck, where did you take that kind of photo? It’s disgusting, fuck fuck fuck
└ Welcome lololol
└ Ah~ another radiation victim has emerged today.
└ How is she? Isn’t our Dwarf Noona pretty? Give us a review.
└ Wild Grylls: Fuck off.
└ Isn’t this the fixed handle who posted earlier that his arm was in deep shit?
└ His arm is fully healed and he’s already trying to do ’work’ lolol
└ Indeed. Can’t miss the daily routine lolol
└ The creature known as man is so sorrowful.
As expected, the Gallery is definitely a den of lunatics.
"Fortunately, he seems perfectly fine."
Ash smiled as she watched Grylls throwing a fit (?) after being exposed.
The Elixir she gave him was one of the gifts bestowed upon her by the Emperor. A gift she didn’t even remember when she received.
Besides, Elixirs were so common they practically rolled around her feet. If worst came to worst, she could just ask the Emperor for more.
’I wonder how the Heavenly Demon will react?’
Putting other things aside, she was most curious about the Heavenly Demon’s reaction.
Currently, the photo of the injury Grylls had posted had been deleted by the Orange Badge. For the Heavenly Demon, it would be a highly baffling situation.
She would probably wonder, ’What on earth happened for Grylls to be praising her?’
’By the way, an ordinary person? Don’t make me laugh.’
Ash snorted. Grylls was too skilled in combat to be called an ordinary person.
If he were a real ordinary person, he wouldn’t have even been able to resist the Mad Dog and would have died on the spot.
But Grylls fought back, sacrificing an arm. He’s a guy with real potential.
’And it’s quite amusing.’
Besides, it was strangely fun. If she supported him with various things, Grylls would gradually grow.
Yet, it wasn’t as if Grylls only took things every time. His efforts to repay her somehow stood out.
Should she call it admirable? Ash focused on the Gallery, wearing her trademark toothy grin.
Wondering if there was anything Grylls needed or if he had other questions. It was a novel experience.
[Guys. I’m in big trouble] [0]
"He’s here!"
What kind of question would it be this time? Ash immediately clicked on the post.
She didn’t know what kind of trouble he was in this time, but checking it was the priority.
Title) Guys. I’m in big trouble
Wild Grylls
I need to take a shit but there’s no toilet paper. I’m screwed.
"..."
’This guy is quite the idiot too.’ Ash let out a hollow laugh.
"Should I wipe with my pants? Though I’m the only one here anyway. Oh God, please."
But to Grylls, who had dropped into the wild empty-handed, it was the most serious problem in the world.
He couldn’t do it inside the cave, and even if he did, cleaning up afterward would be a headache.
The only thing to trust right now was the collective intelligence. Because it was such an urgent matter, his brain wasn’t even working properly.
└ Can’t you just wipe with leaves?
└ Wild Grylls: I’m worried about getting a rash from poison ivy;;
└ Then wipe with the monster you just killed. You can just skin it with your sword.
└ Wild Grylls: Oh! Thx thx
└ Don’t Abandon the Hero: No! If you wipe with Mad Dog hide, germs might infect you!
└ How does the mod know that?
└ Don’t Abandon the Hero: Huh...?
└ lololololol
└ Wild Grylls: Fuck, what do you want me to do then?
Grylls faced a crisis of a different kind. Just as he was about to sacrifice his pants,
└ Passing Dwarf: I have some completely torn underwear, want them?
└ Wild Grylls: Yeah, give them to me quick.
└ Passing Dwarf: By the way, I’m a guy.
└ Wild Grylls: Who cares, it’s an emergency, fuck fuck fuck
└ This guy is the real deal lolol
└ Passing Dwarf: You seem serious, so I’ll just give you some toilet paper.
└ Wild Grylls: Oh fuck, thank you, God.
└ lololol what kind of religion is this?
└ Wild Grylls: Anyone who helps a desperate person is a god, period.
└ That sounds fucking retarded but it’s true.
The situation was finally resolved as he received the toilet paper from the Passing Dwarf.
Though it was an untimely commotion, the Gallery users realized one thing as they watched Grylls’s urgency.
└ Does Grylls really have nothing? This is fucking dynamic.
└ At least he’s different from those scammer bastards, period.
└ Poor guy lolol
At least he wasn’t a scammer.