Surviving The Game As A Barbarian Novel 2025 - Chapter 154, 155, 156
C154, 155, 156
Chapter 154: Barbarian Lord (6)
The chieftain was holding an axe in his hand.
The very same axe that beheaded the man next to me during the coming-of-age ceremony.
«Earning money by killing people instead of monsters, do you think that’s the right thing to do as a warrior?»
My heated head cools down rapidly.
An unexpected situation.
No, I knew I would have to face it someday, but I didn’t expect it to be today.
I calmly take a deep breath and make a quick judgment.
And…
1. Apologize and admit I was wrong.
2. Make excuses and try to smooth things over.
I immediately erase those two options from my mind.
Because I know what kind of tribe barbarians are.
Even though it might seem easier and more reasonable to ordinary people, you should never be mistaken.
There’s only one way out.
«Chieftain, that’s something you should have done.»
To just confront him like a barbarian.
«…Interesting.»
The corner of the chieftain’s mouth twists.
«Tell me, what do you mean?»
It feels like he’ll swing his axe as soon as I open my mouth.
But I straighten my shoulders confidently.
A mistake only becomes a mistake when you admit it.
But what if you don’t?
It becomes a conviction. No matter the essence, there’s at least a chance for it to be perceived that way.
And that’s what I need to do right now.
«I mean it literally. What I did today is something you should have done a long time ago!»
Not for personal gain, but for the greater good.
I raise my voice, not backing down in front of the chieftain.
«Chieftain! Do you even know how many people are dying in the labyrinth every month?»
«A warrior can’t become strong if they’re afraid of death.»
A clash of convictions.
To express my anger and plead for the tribe’s future as a young warrior who cares for his people.
I judged that this was a safer path.
Because the chieftain cares for his warriors.
«Bjorn, son of Yandel, you know, don’t you? Only the warriors who survive become strong warriors.»
The chieftain’s voice softens a bit, as if he believes that I’m genuinely concerned about the tribe.
But if I end it here, it will all be for nothing.
I ask back,
«Only the warriors who survive become strong?»
«You’re proof of that!»
He’s not wrong.
Half of them die on their first entry.
And then another half die on the next one.
By the time six months have passed after the coming-of-age ceremony, a total of 90% of them are dead.
It’s a distorted structure that can’t even be called survival of the fittest.
If you want to survive in that environment, you have no choice but to become stronger, even if you don’t want to.
But…
«Chieftain, did this many people die when you first became a warrior?»
«No.»
It’s the answer I expected.
I haven’t studied the historical records or anything, but if this structure continued for even another ten years, barbarians wouldn’t even be able to hold weapons during their coming-of-age ceremony.
«Then are so many of us dying because we’re weaker than they were? Chieftain, do you really think so?»
«That too… is not the case.»
Although he could have avoided making a disadvantageous statement, the chieftain answers my question honestly.
He knows it too, right?
The decisive reason why the situation has become this bad.
«There are monsters in human form in the labyrinth. They treat us like goblins. Why do you think that is?»
«Because mages use our hearts—»
The chieftain speaks, and I firmly cut him off and shout,
«No! It’s because you didn’t do anything!»
If it were another race, they would have requested the royal family to create laws prohibiting the trade of hearts.
But our chieftain didn’t even make the minimum effort.
He used the tradition of survival of the fittest as a shield.
He just watched as the tribe declined.
«You should have at least warned them! You should have told them what kind of monsters lurk in the labyrinth, how to deal with them, and prepared them!»
«It’s a tradition that has been passed down from our ancestors. I can’t change that—»
«Our ancestors wanted us to become stronger!!»
The chieftain’s decision can’t even be seen as following fate. There are no animals in the vast wilderness that choose to die.
They all choose to evolve to adapt to their new environment.
But the chieftain didn’t do that, so…
«Chieftain! Look at us now! We’ve become prey as easy as goblins in the labyrinth. Because we were only taught that monsters are our enemies! But do you think our ancestors wanted this?»
«…Calm down.»
«If I were you, I would have at least given them leather boots. I would have given them pouches to carry magic stones. I would have taught them how to use a compass—»
«Didn’t I tell you to calm down!!!»
Ah, did I cross the line?
The chieftain’s shout, after being hit with truth bombs by a warrior who hasn’t even been an explorer for a year, shakes the forest.
«Speak your mind! What are you trying to say?!»
Although he can’t logically refute me, it seems like he’s getting frustrated just listening.
«If you don’t do it right…»
I gulp and continue my last line.
«I will, chieftain.»
For myself.
And for our barbarian tribe.
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After I confidently declared my ambition…
…the chieftain remained silent for a while.
He just stared at me as if organizing his thoughts.
And…
‘…He suddenly swung his axe.’
I dodge the axe by stepping back.
I grab the axe handle with my hand in [Gigantification] state, and a strength contest begins.
The chieftain wins overwhelmingly.
A giant over 3 meters tall is lifted into the air, hanging onto the axe.
Therefore, I let go of the axe and charge towards the chieftain.
Hmm, and then…
‘Fist.’
Right, I punch him in the face.
However, I don’t feel the usual solid impact, and when I come to my senses, the chieftain’s giant fist is right in front of my eyes.
That’s the last thing I remember.
‘…Then this must be the chieftain’s tent.’
I calmly finish organizing the situation and slowly open my eyes.
As expected, it’s a tent, and I see the chieftain.
«You woke up early.»
«…Chieftain, your nose is caved in.»
«Yours too.»
Really? No wonder I couldn’t breathe properly.
I also taste blood when I swallow.
I open my backpack next to the bed, take out a potion, and take a few sips. And then I hand the rest to the chieftain.
«Drink this too.»
«…No thanks. Why waste a potion? It’ll heal by tomorrow if I leave it alone.»
Well, if that’s what he wants.
I roughly reset his nose bone with my hand and wipe the blood that had pooled up, smearing it on the bed.
And I get to the point.
The first thing I need to confirm.
«Are you done being angry?»
«…I wasn’t angry from the beginning.»
«Then why?»
«I just felt like punching you because you were being arrogant.»
Anyway, it seems like he’s no longer angry, so I don’t say anything.
The important thing is something else.
‘Fortunately, it worked out well.’
I declared that I would become the chieftain in front of the chieftain.
I didn’t just blurt it out in a fit of excitement.
I just predicted that he wouldn’t kill me because of it.
«Are you that greedy for my position?»
«Yes.»
Ambition and aspiration aren’t shameful for barbarians.
Especially if it’s for a conviction and a cause.
«You’re different from other warriors.»
«What do you mean?»
«Other warriors wanted the position of chieftain for honor. But you’re only concerned about our tribe.»
Fortunately, it doesn’t seem like he suspects me of being an evil spirit.
And he doesn’t seem to dislike my attitude. If I had toned down the truth bombs a bit, I probably wouldn’t have been beaten up.
Anyway, the chieftain also has an excuse, right?
He suddenly brings up an unexpected topic.
«Actually, the previous chieftain was similar to you. He was always at the forefront of anything related to our tribe. Do you know what happened to him?»
«Are you talking about the Sacred Relic War?»
«Yes.»
The Sacred Relic War.
It’s the name given to the war with the fairies 10 years ago.
A tragedy that began when a barbarian accidentally picked up a fairy sacred relic in the labyrinth.
The fairies captured and interrogated the barbarian who had the sacred relic, and the barbarian resisted fiercely.
And died.
«We fought the fairies for over a year until the royal family intervened. The previous chieftain also died in that battle.»
The Sacred Relic War was the biggest reason why the barbarian tribe has become so weak.
Countless warriors who were supposed to lead the next generation died.
And in the meantime, the Magic Tower announced that barbarian hearts were valuable as magic materials.
«I also met with the Tower Master, but they said, ‘Why should we give up magic materials for you?'»
Hmm, so he didn’t just sit back and do nothing.
«But we couldn’t go to war with the Magic Tower.»
«So, like I said—»
«Yes, you’re right. If I had warned and taught the young warriors about the dangers like you said, things would have been better than they are now.»
«What?»
The chieftain chuckles as I flinch as if I heard something I shouldn’t have.
«You’re still young, warrior. What you did was instill hatred towards humans in the hearts of the warriors.»
«Not humans, marauders.»
«If you truly believe that they can be distinguished, I misjudged you.»
«…But why can’t we hate humans?»
I ask out of pure curiosity, and the chieftain answers after a brief pause.
«Because if we hate them, we won’t have a place to live.»
«So you’re afraid of the Lafdonia royal family.»
It’s understandable.
Even I know how powerful the royal family is.
But the chieftain mutters bitterly,
«Who in this world wouldn’t be afraid of him? You’ll understand when the day comes for you to meet him.»
As if he’s afraid of the King himself, not just the army under his command.
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The conversation ends shortly after.
[I’ll turn a blind eye to you teaching the warriors about marauders. But if you go any further, I won’t stand for it. Don’t let the warriors harbor deep hatred towards humans.]
Although I wasn’t designated as his successor, he acknowledged my ambition and said he would allow me to build influence within the tribe.
Well, I did receive a warning to stay within the line…
…but it’s a reward I wouldn’t have gotten if I had just apologized or made excuses.
[If you’re greedy for my position, become stronger, warrior. And prove that you’re worthy. I’ll be watching you.]
[Ah, and one more thing.]
[Your punches are quite strong.]
Geez, who’s he to say that?
I leave the tent after the chieftain’s backhanded compliment.
It’s the time of day when the sun is setting beyond the walls of the sanctuary.
The area around the tent is filled with barbarians.
They’re all looking at me.
From the baby barbarians to the elders who must have been quite something in their younger days.
«He’s fine.»
«I heard the chieftain had a nosebleed…»
«If that’s true, then he really is…»
They’re emanating intense curiosity as they see me return from the chieftain’s tent unharmed. I adjust my backpack and walk among them.
They just watch, not approaching.
It seems like they think I’ve offended the chieftain.
That’s when, as I take a few more steps…
«Bjorn!!»
Ainar approaches me.
«Are you okay! I heard you fought the chieftain!»
«Ah, I’m fine.»
«So what happened? They say you declared that you would become the chieftain?»
The moment Ainar asks directly…
…the ears of nearly a hundred barbarians perk up simultaneously.
It would be rude to just disappear now.
I chuckle and answer,
«He told me to become stronger and prove myself worthy.»
I immediately sense murmurs around me.
Some are surprised, and some say it’s impossible even for me. Unexpectedly, some even say it will take at least a few years, citing realistic reasons.
The chieftain probably thinks the same way.
But…
«So? Bjorn, what did you say?»
That’s when I answer,
«I said it won’t take long.»
Right, that’s what I said.
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On the way back to the city with Ainar, I met Karon.
And I made sure to emphasize one thing.
That he shouldn’t teach the baby barbarians to hate humans too much.
«Bu, but! Didn’t you say humans are enemies?»
«Not all of them are.»
Although it’s like I’m changing my words now, Karon also agrees after I tell him about Dwarkey.
«Right, there are such noble men among humans… Is it okay if I tell the other warriors about this?»
«About Dwarkey?»
«It will be a great example! We love warriors like that!»
«Didn’t you hear me? He was a mage, not a warrior.»
«Haha! That’s ridiculous. How can he not be a warrior when he sacrificed his life to protect his companions?»
Uh, well, if you say that, there’s nothing I can say…
I just end the argument there and finish the conversation.
«Then we’ll be on our way.»
«Alright! See you later, Bjorn, son of Yandel! The great warrior who will lead us in the future!»
It feels like the title has gotten longer, but…
‘Well, I guess it worked out well.’
For reference, I left the money-making bug alone.
Even the chieftain said it was within the acceptable range, although he was worried that the hatred would intensify.
In the first place, the money-making bug will be patched in a few months.
The reason why marauders targeted barbarians so much was because it was low risk, high return.
‘Once the rumor spreads that we’ve changed, there won’t be any bastards who would risk their lives to attack us.’
But what about level 3 monsters?
If they’re sane, they’ll run away as soon as they see us.
Rumble!
I leave the sanctuary and take Ainar to my inn. And after a heartwarming meal on the 1st floor, I get her a room next door that just became vacant.
«I, is it really okay for me to sleep in a place like this…?»
«Of course. You don’t have to pay me back later. This much is nothing—»
«Bjo—orrrrn! I’ll follow you forever!!»
«…Be quiet. This isn’t the sanctuary.»
«Ah, right?!»
Just as I’m reminding Ainar…
…the door to my room, which should have been empty, opens from the inside.
«…Bjorn? Who’s that woman next to you?»
«Ah, you were here?»
I briefly introduce them since they’ll be teammates in the future. I don’t need a long explanation since I’ve mentioned them to each other a few times before.
«Nice to meet you! Misha Kaltstein!! I’ve heard a lot about you! Bjorn’s companion is my companion!! I look forward to working with you!»
Ainar, perhaps nervous about meeting a new companion, shouts almost hysterically and holds out her hand.
Misha is also flustered.
«Ah, uh… Nice to meet you…»
Misha, who was shaking Ainar’s hand as if possessed, comes to her senses and approaches me.
And she whispers in my ear,
«Is, is she really the Ainar you were talking about? You said she was a barbarian, didn’t you!!»
«So?»
«How does she look like a barbarian!!»
Doesn’t she clearly look like a barbarian?
At first, I don’t understand, but then I realize why she’s surprised. When people think of barbarians, they usually imagine someone at least 2 meters tall.
The problem is that Ainar heard it.
«Misha Kaltstein!! Are, are you insulting me because I’m sho, short!!! I sincerely thought of you as a precious companion…»
«Aak! No! You misheard!»
«I have good ears!!»
«So, sorry! Th, that wasn’t what I meant. Okay? You’re just so pretty… Yeah! That’s why I—»
«Whaaat!! Misha Kaltstein, how much further are you going to insult me? Duel! I challenge you to a duel!!»
Ainar starts shouting as her trauma button is pressed, and Misha tries to calm her down.
I feel a headache coming on as I watch them.
«Ugh… my head…»
The head injury I received from the chieftain must not have healed yet.
Hmm, well, it makes sense.
Otherwise, I can’t explain this.
There’s no way I would be facing such a thorny path before the five team members have even assembled.
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Chapter 155: Lion (1)
I’m drinking something that resembles green tea.
The location is a tea house near the administrative office.
I’m here with Shabin, a 7th-grade secretary at the administrative office, and her best friend, Ragna.
For reference, it’s not our first gathering…
After getting acquainted through the sewer request, we’ve met a few times to eat and drink tea, usually initiated by Shabin.
About once a month.
“Oh, right! Please share these with your companions when you get back. They’re from a new cookie shop that opened near our administrative office, they’re very popular these days.”
“…Alright. Thanks for the treat.”
Although most of our conversations are just idle chatter, there’s a simple reason why I consistently attend these gatherings.
Sometimes, useful things come up.
“Ah, right! Did I tell you about this? It seems like the magic stone exchange fee reduction based on years of experience will be abolished.”
“How certain is that?”
“Our manager seems to think it will almost definitely pass.”
Damn it.
It’s practically a bolt from the blue for me, who hasn’t even been an explorer for a year yet.
“When do you think it will be implemented?”
“Hmm, maybe next year at the earliest, or the year after at the latest.”
“That’s a relief.”
As always, after the useful information, everyday conversation resumes, and without fail, just when I start to feel bored, Shabin brings up another piece of useful information.
I realized it wasn’t a coincidence during our second meeting.
‘It’s like I’m being trained.’
Shabin definitely knows.
That there’s no reason for me to attend these boring gatherings without some kind of incentive.
‘…The reason she’s going to such lengths is probably because of her.’
“How are you, Ragna? Anything new these days?”
Ragna Ritaniyel Peprok, the librarian.
I didn’t know at first, but she’s practically a social recluse. Maybe that’s why Shabin wants me to become good friends with her.
Geez, does she think she’s our mother?
“Nothing special.”
“I see. Anything you want to say to Bjorn? You’ve been so quiet.”
“Something to say… maybe there is.”
“Oh, really? Then just say it. You two are friends, aren’t you?”
Sharon looks at me, and I nod with a silent sigh.
“Yeah, we’re friends, aren’t we?”
The promise we made to be friends during our first meeting, shaking hands.
Honestly, I don’t even know what that means…
But what can I do?
Shabin, who works at the administrative office, has a lot of information that could be helpful to me.
And she even occasionally gives me easy requests besides the sewer one, so I have no choice but to play along.
“Friends…”
Did my words give her courage?
Ragna, who had been silent throughout the conversation, looks at me with her usual expressionless face.
And she mutters as if reprimanding me,
“Bjo, Bjorn Yandel. You shouldn’t neglect reading books.”
“Ah, I’ve been busy lately.”
It’s not an excuse, it’s the truth.
I haven’t had a proper day of rest since returning from the labyrinth.
“Then… are you coming tomorrow?”
“If I finish everything today.”
Although I still have Dragonslayer, there’s nothing to do with it until Krovitz arranges a meeting.
Once the mage recruitment is finished, I can finally rest for a while.
In that sense…
“Ragna Ritaniyel Peprok.”
…it’s time to bring up the main topic.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that I came to this gathering for this reason.
“If you have something to say, just say it. Be honest. We’re fr, friends, aren’t we?”
“Of, of course!”
Shabin smiles happily and agrees as Ragna is the first to mention the word ‘friends’.
Okay, the stage is set.
“Have you ever thought about becoming an explorer?”
“…It’s the same offer as before.”
“Yes.”
Although I made the same offer before, the situation is a bit different now. Our team is much more well-rounded, and now we’re ‘friends’—
“Ah, no! What are you talking about?!”
Shabin shouts as if she’s having a seizure, interrupting my attempt to hear Ragna’s answer.
It’s an unexpected situation.
“Ragna? You’re going to refuse, right? Of course you should. Do you know what kind of place the labyrinth is?!”
It was a miscalculation.
I thought Shabin would help me, saying that even being an explorer is a social experience. She seems to know dozens of explorers.
I judged that she wouldn’t be averse to exploring.
That’s why I brought it up when the three of us were together.
But for her to interrupt first…
“…Shabin, don’t be so scared. I’m not going anywhere.”
Ragna gently takes Shabin’s hand.
Shabin, as if regaining her composure, sits back down with an embarrassed expression.
I click my tongue bitterly.
“So you’re refusing my offer.”
“Yes. I like working at the library.”
She likes working at the library…
It’s hard to believe, considering how she looked at me with a distant gaze, asking ‘who would even care about this place?’
It’s more sensible to accept that she can’t leave for some reason.
‘So, she’s a failure.’
I’m secretly disappointed.
After meeting her a few times, I found out that her mage rank is very high.
She’s at least a 5th-grade mage.
And she’s young, so she has room for growth?
‘Well, the fact that someone like that is working as a librarian means there’s a reason.’
I cleanly let go of any lingering thoughts.
She’s a talented individual, but there’s nothing I can do for now. With our current level of friendship, she wouldn’t answer honestly even if I asked her what happened.
“Uh, but didn’t your team have a mage? That administrative mage…”
Shabin, who’s back to normal, asks, and I answer briefly,
“He’s dead.”
“Ah…”
That’s the end of today’s gathering.
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After the ‘friend gathering’, I head to the Magic Tower.
It’s my first visit in about two months.
Wow, it’s already been that long since the research collaboration ended.
“Huh? Mr. Yandel?”
“It’s been a while. Can I come in?”
“Sure, come in.”
Raven’s personal research lab is the same as before.
A mountain of documents and various magic materials scattered haphazardly.
I wonder if she could at least clean up a bit…
“Don’t just put it anywhere, give it to me. I can’t forget where I put things.”
Hmm, so she doesn’t have to organize because she remembers where everything is?
Maybe it’s rational in its own way.
“So what brings you here? You haven’t shown your face for two months.”
That’s the question I’m met with as soon as I hand Raven the document that was on the chair and sit down.
She used to at least bring me water in a flask.
Is it because we’re not in a business relationship anymore?
Well, I welcome the short introduction.
No matter how much I try to butter her up, she’s not the type to be swayed by flattery.
If the outcome is already decided, I should at least save time.
“I have a proposal for you.”
“Tell me.”
“There’s an open spot for a mage on the new team I’m forming.”
“So, you’re offering me a position again?”
Raven chuckles.
It’s a completely different attitude from before, when she flatly refused as soon as I brought it up. Well, back then, I hadn’t even earned the title of Little Balkan yet.
“Mr. Yandel, do you remember what I said back then?”
“You said you wanted all the members to be 6th-grade or higher, and that it would be good to have a priest.”
“So? What happened?”
I honestly introduce the members.
Starting with the fact that there’s no priest, the first member is Misha, a 7th-grade melee damage dealer.
“Hmm, 7th-grade?”
“She’ll be promoted to 6th-grade within this month, so don’t worry about that.”
I tell her the ranks of Misha’s essences since she seems unconvinced, and she relaxes her expression.
“If that’s the case, then…”
Next is Ainar.
There’s no need for a long explanation since we cleared the Crimson Fortress together.
“You said it so confidently, and she’s 9th-grade? No, wait, why is she still 9th-grade? She absorbed the Bone Knight’s essence back then, didn’t she?”
“It’s the same as Misha Kaltstein. There wasn’t time to apply for a promotion.”
It’s not an excuse, it’s the truth.
Those two, who had a big fight yesterday, should be visiting the Explorer’s Guild to apply for a promotion right now.
They’ll at least reach 7th grade.
She has one 7th-grade essence and a whopping 4th-grade essence.
“She inherited a 4th-grade essence… Then that changes things.”
“She’s practically a 6th-grade explorer even though she’s officially 7th-grade. I judged it myself after fighting her, so you don’t have to doubt it.”
“I’ll judge that myself. So what about the last member?”
“Avman Urikfrit. A 5th-grade explorer from the Black Bear tribe. He uses a large crossbow as his weapon.”
Raven’s expression changes slightly as I also tell her about the tank summon.
“He sounds like someone who would be welcomed anywhere, how did he end up joining your team, Mr. Yandel?”
“We have a connection. He said he wouldn’t backstab his companions.”
“Indeed… he’s reliable in that aspect.”
Raven accepts it surprisingly easily.
But did she have this question after hearing about the team composition?
“What about a scout?”
The question I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.
People perceive information differently depending on how it’s presented.
I say casually as if I just remembered,
“Ah, I didn’t tell you. Urikfrit is a Guide.”
“…Really?”
“Do you need me to swear?”
“No, that’s not it…”
I chuckle and confidently puff out my chest.
And I throw away the slight pang of guilt.
‘Right, I didn’t lie.’
The bear-like man is a Guide.
He just has a terrible sense of direction.
Anyway, things go smoothly after I reveal that the bear-like man is a Guide. She pretends to contemplate as if wanting to maintain her pride, but…
“It will be a good opportunity for you too. Didn’t you always complain about not having enough money? Our goal is to reach the 6th floor, so you won’t be short on money once the exploration begins in earnest.”
“Hmm.”
“You can tell from the team composition, but we can’t just have any mage. We need a skilled mage like you.”
“Hmm?”
“Ah, and one more thing. Since we have a Guide, we’ll be entering rifts and finding hidden spaces in the labyrinth. A proper mage like you wouldn’t underestimate the value of that, right?”
“Hmmmmmm.”
Raven nods as I take a more persuasive approach.
It was a somewhat expected outcome.
After all, she didn’t reject outright as soon as she heard my offer.
If she hadn’t even considered exploring, she wouldn’t have listened to me this much.
“But I have one condition.”
“…Tell me.”
“Exploration will always be my second priority. My magic research will be my first.”
“In short.”
“If I find something to research, I might take a break for a month or two. Or I might even leave the team altogether. I hope you understand that, Mr. Yandel.”
Although I was secretly nervous, it wasn’t an unreasonable demand.
It’s not like we’re a regular clan.
Sudden vacancies are common in this industry. Especially for arrogant mages.
Right, this is as good as it gets.
“Alright. But tell me beforehand. If you’re leaving the team, we need to find a new mage. If it’s just for a month or two, we can just hire a mercenary.”
“Okay. Then that’s settled.”
And so, the last member is decided.
Arrua Raven.
A 6th-grade traditional mage from the Artemion school.
“So we’re really companions now?”
“I look forward to working with you.”
Recruitment successful.
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We chat briefly afterwards.
The foundation for the team has been laid, but it’s not officially formed yet.
“We’re planning to meet and register the team at the guild and discuss the loot distribution. When would be a good time?”
I want to meet as soon as possible since it’s not uncommon for teams to fall apart during the meeting stage.
I judged that we’re short on time to recruit new members.
However, unfortunately, the final meeting is delayed for over a week.
“I’m in the final stages of writing a paper on the Vampire Guardian. It should be all finished by next week, so I’d like to meet then.”
I decide to think positively.
If it were going to be finished next month, she wouldn’t have even considered my offer.
The timing is good in many ways.
Honestly, with her specs, she could easily find a better team than ours.
“Then let’s meet on the 17th. I’ll discuss the location and time with the others and send you a letter.”
“Thank you.”
I leave the Magic Tower after that conversation and meet with Misha and the bear-like man in order. And after deciding on the location and time, I return to the inn and rest.
I visit the library the next day, and then ordinary days pass without any major incidents.
“Wow! I’ve never seen such a huge mace!!”
I practice (True) Gigantification Mode while sparring with Ainar.
“You’re buying me this too after buying me cotton candy? Bjorn, are you some kind of shaman’s jar?”
“It’s not buying, it’s an investment… no, I’m lending it to you. You have to pay me back when you earn money.”
The three of us visit Commelby and upgrade Ainar’s equipment.
“What about your old accommodation? There aren’t many places that allow cooking.”
“It’s fine. I’m going to eat out from now on. You always steal my food anyway!!”
Misha moves into the room next door, which just became vacant.
“You lied to me, entering the labyrinth alone all this time?”
“Ho, honey, I’m, I’m sorry. Please spare me…! Think of our unborn child!”
Misha blurts out something insensitive while we’re visiting the bear-like man’s shop, and he almost dies.
Peaceful days filled with such trivial events pass by.
And…
[23:59]
…it’s one minute to midnight on the 15th.
I lie down comfortably on the bed.
「The character’s soul resonates and is drawn to a specific world.」
It’s that time again.
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Chapter 156: Lion (2)
Ghostbusters, the community of evil spirits.
My secret source of information that Misha and Ainar don’t know about.
‘Alright, let’s do this.’
I turn on the computer first, deliberately ignoring Lee Hansu’s comfortable-looking bed.
The 12 hours that this community exists.
There’s information I need to find out within that time.
‘Orculus, Noark, Dragonslayer.’
Things that used to be stories from a faraway land…
…but are now closely related to my survival.
The books in the library have their limits.
After all, books as a medium can’t help but be slow in terms of the latest information.
[1~140,000 GP] All information related to Orculus.
I post a request to buy information on the exchange and then open the chat room list. I judged that this might be more helpful than the exchange.
[Long Live Korean Independence] – 1 member online.
It seems like Lee Baekho entered the chat room as soon as the community opened. Well, he was very disappointed when he logged out last time. He was even anxious that I might not come back next time.
Like a child who doesn’t want to be separated from their parents.
‘Phew, he’s a rare one.’
I feel a bitter taste in my mouth.
The icon of misfortune who was dragged here on the day he was discharged from the military, and a veteran player who has survived in this world for almost 10 years.
Although Lee Baekho is very friendly towards me…
…I can’t completely trust him.
[Ah… well… I’m actually in seclusion, so I’m not that up-to-date on recent information.]
He said he was in seclusion back then. That’s why he introduced me to ‘Watchers of the Round Table’, saying that he wasn’t up-to-date on the latest information.
I glossed over it last time…
…but I can’t rule out the possibility that he might be a member of Orculus or the underground city of Noark.
‘Even if he’s Korean, he’s just a stranger in this world.’
I organize my thoughts.
Maintaining a relationship with Lee Baekho has more advantages than disadvantages.
So let’s subtly investigate his identity, but don’t push it, and try to discreetly gather information about Orculus.
The moment I double-click…
“Hyuuuuung!!!”
A large room reminiscent of a noble’s mansion.
Before I can even look around properly, Lee Baekho runs towards me.
“Ah, Hansu hyung! Why are you so late?!”
“No, I came right away…”
“I was so worried that you might have died!”
His eyes are fierce, and his hair is messy as if he’s been pulling it out.
It hasn’t even been 5 minutes since the community opened, and this is his reaction?
Just how starved for human connection was this guy—
“Hyung, you can’t die yet! We haven’t talked about idols, or badmouthed politicians or the military. You’re the only one I can do that with…! And we have to talk about Dungeon Fighter Online!”
Ah, uh… so that was the problem.
Well, it’s ridiculous to expect normal human emotions from a guy who has survived here for 10 years.
I chuckle and sit down on the chair.
“Stop it. I’m not dying.”
“Yes, sir. Then what should we talk about first? Ah, Lovely Lovely’s 3rd full album? That would be the best, right?”
No, who’s Lovely Lovely…?
I naturally change the subject since I’m not interested in the entertainment industry. I have a feeling he’ll get upset if I honestly say I don’t know.
“…Let’s talk about the military.”
“Ye, yes, sir! Oh, but come to think of it, weren’t you a public service worker, hyung?”
“I still went to boot camp, you know.”
“Hmm…”
Is he not interested in boot camp stories? Lee Baekho makes a strange expression and then speaks cautiously,
“Hyung, how about we just talk about Dungeon Fighter Online…”
“I haven’t played that.”
“Whaaaaaat?!! Didn’t you say you were a public service worker?!”
Lee Baekho is shocked as if he heard something unbelievable.
But did he come to his senses belatedly?
“Ah! Sorry, hyung. I didn’t mean it like that. You know?”
“…Yeah, let’s just do that.”
“Yes, sir…”
The atmosphere becomes awkward in an instant.
Lee Baekho scratches his cheek, looking dejected.
I can understand his feelings.
He was so happy to meet a fellow Korean, but he realized that we don’t actually have much in common—
“Pfft! Puhahaha…”
“Why are you laughing?”
“No, hyung. Don’t you think it’s funny? The conversation we just had.”
Is it? I don’t know.
What’s so funny about it?
“I can’t really explain it, but it felt like I was back in Korea just now.”
Ah, that.
“…I think I understand. What kind of feeling it is.”
“Right?”
Lee Baekho chuckles and then leans back in his chair. And we chat naturally instead of forcing a topic.
We talk about what we used to do for a living, and then the conversation naturally flows to the military.
“Boot camp was funny too. I didn’t know there were so many crazy people in our country.”
“Well, the environment is what it is. Everyone becomes normal when they’re outside.”
“Right… that’s true. We didn’t expect to become like this either, did we? We’ll probably have to go to a mental hospital when we get back.”
“I don’t think we should talk about this.”
“No, but haven’t you thought about it, hyung? Killing if they’re in the way, killing if they’re suspicious, worrying about whether someone will hurt me when I meet them… human life… it feels like just a game character. We’re completely insane.”
The atmosphere becomes heavy, as if the lightheartedness from a moment ago was a lie.
“You’ll get used to it soon. Just like when you came here.”
“…Right?”
“Yeah.”
A brief silence follows.
Lee Baekho is the first to speak.
“Anyway, thank you, hyung. Honestly, I’ve been thinking lately if there’s even a point in going back. It’s not that I like it here… you know what I mean, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You might think it’s nothing, but at least it motivates me. It gives me hope that if I can laugh and joke around here, I’ll be able to do the same when I get back.”
Hope…
I feel an inexplicable sense of dissonance from that word.
But I don’t pry further.
It’s not at a stage where I can be certain, and there’s nothing to gain by stirring things up.
“Ah, by the way, do you know anything about a group called Orculus?”
I subtly bring up the main topic.
As if it’s just to change the heavy atmosphere.
I throw it out casually and focus on Lee Baekho’s reaction.
There’s no noticeable change.
However…
“Orculus? Why are you curious about them?”
He asks for the reason first.
He used to just answer any question I asked.
My doubts grow.
Who the hell is this guy?
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“You need a Genesis Artifact to reach the last floor, right? I was wondering if they stole it. Ah, you know that someone stole it, right?”
I throw out the line I prepared without a moment’s pause, and Lee Baekho nods.
“Yes, I know. So that’s why you asked… I’m relieved.”
“Relieved?”
“Ah, it’s nothing.”
Lee Baekho brushes it off and continues.
“Anyway, you even thought of that, hyung. Actually, I thought the same thing before.”
“So you don’t think so now?”
“No. I checked using various methods, and it doesn’t seem like it. After all, it’s been about half a year since all the Genesis Artifacts were stolen.”
“All of them were stolen?”
“Ah, you didn’t know that? They were all stolen, from all six races. And on the same day.”
Phew, the elder said that other races might be in a similar situation…
So it was true.
“It doesn’t make sense realistically. Even if they could steal from other races, to steal from the Dragonkin and humans too? No matter how strong they are, they can’t do that. Well, I investigated just in case, but I couldn’t find any leads.”
“So you don’t know who stole them either?”
“No. If you happen to find any clues, please let me know. As you know, if there’s a way to return home, it’s the only way, right?”
I learned something unexpected while asking about Orculus out of curiosity.
He doesn’t know anything about the Genesis Artifacts either.
I briefly entertained the delusion that he might be the final mastermind…
“Hyung, you’re not thinking about something else, right? Like competition or something. We can open the door together with up to five people. I’ll be helpful.”
“No, it’s not that…”
I can’t just tell him what I was thinking, so I make an excuse.
“It’s just… it’s strange that you’re saying that to me. How would I find a clue that even you couldn’t find?”
“Uh, well, you have a point… But I feel like you’re a bit special, hyung. Actually, I felt that way from the moment I first saw you.”
“…I’m the one who’s speechless when you say that.”
“Hey, but you cleared the 10x version too, didn’t you? Don’t you think you’ll be similar to me in about 10 years? Honestly, I’m almost at the point where I can’t get any stronger…”
Leaving aside the part about not being able to get any stronger…
…I can feel Lee Baekho’s mental strength in his casual tone. He’s already assuming that it will take at least another 10 years to find the Genesis Artifacts.
But he’s not even thinking of giving up.
What kind of tenacity is that?
“Right. Should I tell you something interesting? You probably don’t know about it. It’s a setting that wasn’t in the game.”
“What is it?”
“There’s a huge underground city beneath the sewers. It’s called Noark.”
“…Noark?”
I try to maintain my composure.
It’s like my wish has been granted.
I can’t believe he brought this up first.
“Yes. I thought of it because of Orculus. Actually, it’s their headquarters. You know about the Ormy Revolutionary Army, right?”
I chuckle at the somewhat random name.
Ormy Revolutionary Army?
“They’re those guys who occasionally appeared in events. They would come and ask you to join them in overthrowing the world if you gained a bit of fame.”
For reference, accepting that event always led to a bad ending. I tried countless times, thinking there might be a hidden condition, but I couldn’t change it, as if it were a problem with the game’s structure itself.
“Those bastards also created Noark. They all fled underground after their rebellion failed.”
“Interesting. Anyway, so?”
“That’s all. Their goals are similar, right? So I heard they’re cooperating with each other down there.”
The cooperative relationship between Noark and Orculus.
I also learned about this from the letter left by High Priest Ludwig.
In other words, what comes next is important.
How can I ask about the Dragonslayer without being suspected?
That’s when…
“Hyung, just in case, even if the royal family or the guild offers you a request, don’t go anywhere near anything related to them.”
“I need to hear the reason first.”
“Ah, this will make the story long…”
Lee Baekho sighs and then quickly continues,
“There’s this guy called Dragonslayer, and he really screwed up this time. It seems like he kidnapped a high priest and then lost him. Someone found a letter by chance and took it to the temple or something.”
I gulp and ask,
“…How did that happen?”
“I don’t know the details either. They say he lost his memory and doesn’t even know what happened to him.”
He lost his memory?
Could it be related to the vine breaking?
I want to ask more, but Lee Baekho finishes his sentence quickly, not giving me a chance.
“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, they broke the agreement first, so a subjugation force might be formed, so don’t participate.”
“…….”
“They’re still alive down there. You’ll just get hurt if you get involved. Okay? Damn it, we’re already out of time. Hyung! See you next ti—”
Lee Baekho’s voice is cut off, and his figure disappears.
“Damn it.”
He logged out.
In other words, he was kicked out because time ran out.
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After Lee Baekho disappears…
…I return to my room and organize my thoughts.
No, to be precise, I keep replaying one sentence he said.
[I don’t know the details either. They say he lost his memory and doesn’t even know what happened to him.]
Considering the pill that the psychopath bitch fed me, it’s a plausible story.
But the problem is that I don’t know if it’s true.
It’s possible that Lee Baekho heard a rumor fabricated by Orculus and then relayed it to me.
But if it’s true…
‘It would explain the vine breaking.’
It makes sense to some extent.
This ring doesn’t sever the karmic connection with him.
It just delays it.
‘So it’s just a matter of time before I’m found out.’
If they trace back to who delivered the letter, they’ll eventually find out about me.
There’s also the issue of disposing of Dragonslayer.
And besides, there’s a chance that Noark has a way to restore memories.
Therefore…
‘What I have to do doesn’t change.’
I sit back down at the computer and do what needs to be done.
I check if there are any information sales posts, and if there are, I meet with the sellers and buy the information at a reasonable price.
I don’t limit myself to information about the Dragonslayer. Assuming that they could all become enemies, I gather information and more information.
How much time has passed?
[03:09]
It’s time for Watchers of the Round Table to open.
I intentionally wait until there’s only 1 minute left before the entry time and then join the secret chat room.
After all, the charm of acting lies in the details.
Creak—
The closed door opens as I put on the Lion mask on the table.
A red carpet stretches towards the room with the round table.
I hear a conversation in the distance as I slowly walk forward.
“Do you think that person won’t come this time?”
“It wouldn’t be strange. Someone like him wouldn’t need us.”
“No, but who the hell is he?”
There’s a voice I haven’t heard before.
It seems like a member who didn’t participate last time…
“It’s hard to explain.”
“He’s an eccentric. So if you happen to meet him, be careful what you say. Otherwise, you’ll have a very difficult time.”
The newbie says at the senior’s experienced advice,
“Ha, I really don’t understand. You’re all teasing me, right? Physical force doesn’t work, and he doesn’t even know my identity, so what’s so scary about him?”
“Pfft. There’s one thing, killing intent.”
“What…? Even if his killing intent is strong, someone at our level can easily defend against it, can’t we?”
The newbie mutters incredulously.
Therefore, I continue walking and make my presence known.
Thud.
The members sitting at the round table all turn their heads at the loud footsteps, and I quietly walk past them and sit down at the same spot I sat in last time.
“It’s been a while, Mr. Lion.”
Everyone except for the Clown is silent, observing my reaction.
But did he dislike the atmosphere?
The newbie laughs awkwardly.
“Ah, uh… so, there really was a newbie? Haha.”
I silently stare at the newbie.
And I unleash the killing intent I’ve been practicing.
“……!!”
Right, if a newbie comes, you have to establish dominance.
That’s the tradition here, isn’t it?