Surviving The Game As A Barbarian Novel 2025 - Chapter 454
C454: Barbarian Revolution (2)
When people come together, they form an organisation.
Even if it’s just four people.
Once I got the four administrative clerks together and started dumping the backlog of work on them, they divided up the tasks according to their specialities.
Of course, Shabin Emoor played a significant role.
“Mary, you’ll be in charge of organizing and calculating the data from now on. Start with the old records left by the previous elders.”
“W-Will I be able to manage that? The materials don’t even have a proper format, and the writing is so hard to read…”
“You can do it. I’ll help you a lot.”
“Yes…”
Mary Jane, in charge of statistics and information.
“Mr. Ramden, please prepare for the coming-of-age ceremony that will take place in two days.”
“Th-The coming-of-age ceremony…?”
“It’s an unfamiliar task, but since it’s a small-scale event, I’m sure you can manage. If you have questions or need help, ask Miss Pheneline. Miss Pheneline, you’ll help him, right?”
“Ah, ah! Of course! Trust me!”
“…And after the coming-of-age ceremony is over, what shall I do?”
“Once the statistics are ready, please draft the budget. Not on a yearly basis, but monthly.”
“…Understood.”
Shepherd Ramden, responsible for financial planning and management.
“Mr. Anderson, you know what to do, right?”
“Yes… You mean the land…”
“There’s nothing prepared yet. First, go to the forest and start surveying. You’ll need to reserve land for future roads and, oh! Make sure to leave space for land where children can grow up. We need to build new childcare facilities.”
“…This is practically urban planning! Is it really okay for me to take on something so important?”
“I’m giving you the authority, so what’s there to stop you? Besides, I’m not asking you to manage the entire sanctuary right now. You’re going to start selling the outskirts first, so just focus on that for now.”
“…I’ll give it a try.”
Rick Anderson, road transport and urban development manager.
“For now, we’re just dividing the workload among ourselves, but once new personnel join, each of you will become the head of a fully functioning department.”
And of course, Shabin Emoor would become the Chief.
Ah, so that’s where her remarkable drive came from?
I’m not entirely sure, but her knack for leadership really struck me. Not only did she manage to restructure the organization from scratch in no time, but she even motivated everyone in the process?
‘She’s far more capable than I ever imagined…’
‘I thought she was just a lady who loved dessert shops.’
Who would’ve thought she had this side to her?
I was observing with my very own eyes the birth of the Barbarian tribe’s administrative body.
“Excuse me…”
Statistician Mary Jane timidly raised her hand.
“When do we get off work…?”
Instead of answering, Shabin glanced at me.
I suppose that much at least was out of her hands.
Since starting today, working hours were practically as good as gold, I quickly gave an answer.
“Why would you go home?”
“…Pardon?”
“Are you fools? If you work at night, your pay doubles!”
“…?”
The administrative staff, unable to comprehend my words, froze like a stone, so Shabin Emoor elaborated my point.
“It’s a busy period. We’ve all worked overtime before. Fortunately, the salary is adjusted to the amount of work, so let’s all work hard for now. We’ve all rested enough, so being busy isn’t so bad, right?”
“…Yes.”
***
Once the administrative staff began their work, I headed to the former tribe chief’s tent.
There was something I hadn’t asked him last time.
“Jandel’s son, Bjo—”
“It’s ‘Chief.’”
“…Right, Chief. What do you want?”
I went straight to the point.
“I want to know about Balkan.”
“Ah, the first owner of your title.”
Balkan, Kagureas, son of Shalik.
He was the tribe’s hero who died 21 years ago at age 55.
I only recently learned his real name.
Up until then, I hadn’t bothered looking into him, since I thought he was just some deceased figure.
“…So what do you want to know?”
“Everything about the Balkan.”
“This is going to be a long story. Sit or lie down, whichever you want.”
Despite sighing in annoyance, the chief diligently answered my question.
“When I had just had my coming-of-age ceremony, Balkan was already a famous warrior within the tribe. Honestly, the tribe didn’t interest me much, but since he was the strongest…”
“How strong was he?”
“Strong enough that the current me wouldn’t stand a chance.”
Well, with a description like that, he might have even been stronger than I am currently.
“Some would say he was ‘humanised’ by his lack of interaction with other warriors, but from what I saw, Balkan was the most warrior-like out of anyone. All he cared about was getting stronger.”
“Weren’t a lot of people that way back then?”
“Hahaha! Yes, That era was incredible! Back then, there were hundreds of explorers who ventured beyond the eighth floor to the ninth. All six races advanced toward the abyss in competition, and it was common to pass on the genesis relics to the frontline warriors. Balkan was one of those warriors.”
The golden generation that is often mentioned by older explorers.
“But in the end, the majority of high-ranking explorers were wiped out in the dimensional collapse, right?”
Titana Akuraba had been part of that generation.
She personally witnessed that disaster and survived.
That’s probably why she still demands the truth about the dimensional collapse and strict management from the royal family.
“It was a terrible catastrophe. Though it doesn’t really have anything to do with Balkan’s death.”
“How did Balkan die?”
“No one knows. He and his comrades went into the Labyrinth and never returned.”
“I see. Since our genesis relic reappeared in the tribe when he disappeared, no one suspected anything.”
“Do you think he might still be alive?”
“He might have ended up in a situation similar to mine.” I suggested the idea
“Puhaha! Doubt is the warrior’s gift”
The former chief seemed to sense that my opinion was far-fetched, but he didn’t criticise me or try to change my mind.
“Anyway, I’ve heard that the Genesis relic that came back then wasn’t just to our tribe.
“Huh… Didn’t expect you to know that. Nobility really is something.”
‘Though it was Lee baek-ho who told me, I didn’t bother explaining.’
I asked again.
“Which tribes were they?”
“To my knowledge, the fairies and the Dwarves.”
“I see…”
Next, I asked if he knew anything about the Genesis relics that was stolen from all six races on the day of my coming-of-age ceremony. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the answer I wanted.
“I can’t say for sure, From what I know, nobody has any idea where the genesis relics are.”
Hmm, I was hoping he might know more.
“Ah! Now that you mention it, I should tell you. There was something interesting related to the genesis relics.”
“Something interesting?”
“While the old chief was away, someone left a letter. It predicted that a ‘Holy Relic War’ would occur in the future and that someone would steal the genesis relics on the first day of the third month, Year 153.”
Ah… that……
I cringed as the former chief continued excitedly.
“Isn’t it fascinating? Surely our ancestors are helping us! The shaman said so!”
I wasn’t sure about the shaman, but since the topic came up, I also asked what I was curious about.
“But if you received such a letter, how did it happen?”
At first, I thought they ignored the letter, and that’s why it happened. However, it turns out the Barbarians were well aware of the letter.
“So what was the cause?”
“At first, we thought the letter was a joke. The young warriors must have been playing a prank. But when the war over the relics actually happened, the old chief realized that the letter was special.”
It made sense that they didn’t believe it until the war happened.
“What about the Genesis Relic? If you knew about it, how did it still get stolen?”
“I don’t know. We had prepared thoroughly, but when you and the others left for the city after your ceremony, all the warriors who stayed behind in the sanctuary fell unconscious”
“Did you share anything about that letter with any of the other races?”
“We didn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Do you think they’ll believe a warning from our ancestors?”
Right, that’s fair.
After that, I asked what kind of preparations they’d made to prevent the Changsé Bogu theft, and the chieftain described them in detail.
‘So they really tried hard. I honestly didn’t sense any of that on the day of my coming-of-age ceremony.’
What on earth happened that day?
Now that I’m the chief, I really need to investigate this properly. If I can get hold of the Genesis Relic, that’ll give me some leverage when dealing with Lee Baek-ho.
“By the way, that letter—does it still exist? I’d like to see it for myself.”
“Not sure. I heard the old chief had it, but it never passed on to me. He must’ve lost it somewhere.”
“I see…”
And so, the conversation about the letter from my own past ended. I asked my final question.
“What happened to the shaman? I heard from his apprentice that he retired.”
“Ah, the old shaman fell ill during a soul-calling ritual. He’s been bedridden ever since.”
“Bedridden…?”
“More like a coma. He’s alive, but not aware of anything. I figured there was no hope and wanted to end him, but his apprentice insisted he might wake up one day and begged me to let him live. So I let him.”
Huh, so that’s how it is.
“If you’ve asked everything you needed, then get lost. Talking so long has made me hungry.”
“All right.”
As the former chief seemed to lose interest in our conversation, I didn’t bother him further and quickly exited. Before leaving, I asked for the location of the old shaman’s tent and headed there.
Swoosh.
The tent was dark and filled with the smoke of incense.
A pungent and unpleasant smell.
I walked toward the bed where the old shaman lay like a corpse.
And at that moment.
“…Chief?!”
His apprentice, whom I had met once before, came in, pushing aside the tent flap, and nearly had a heart attack upon seeing me.
“N-No, please! I have so much to learn from him so you can’t just kill him for wasting food! I’m working hard to earn our keep!!”
Uh…
I had just stopped by to check in.
“Please… Even if he’s a dying old man, he’s a precious teacher to me…!”
Ultimately, I had no choice but to leave the tent as if being chased away.
***
Although Shabin’s administrative corps gave me a breather, I still had to keep busy until the last day.
After all, I’m the owner of the Jandel Baron Estate, the leader of the Anabada Clan, and the chief of the Barbarian tribe.
I had to prepare for an expedition, clear tribal quests, and even got scolded by Amelia for barely coming home.
‘Next month will probably be busier than this one…’
Next month, I would have to attend the assembly of the mixed-race nobility in Melbes and officially start selling land in the sanctuary.
‘At least it’s fortunate that Melbes is scheduling the assembly after the labyrinth closes’
If the meeting had been this month, I would have had to skip a day in the middle of all this to attend.
“Hoo…”
Just thinking about all the daily tasks piling up was a bit depressing, but oh well—what can I do? I can’t exactly ignore my daily quests.
And at this point, quitting halfway is basically out of the question.
“Chief, everything is ready.”
While I was catching my breath in the tent, First Elder Aynar came in to call me.
[20 : 58]
So it’s time already.
Following Aynar out of the tent, we soon arrived at the location.
Fwoosh—!
A clearing in the middle of a dense forest.
There were no LED streetlights to light up the dark night, only the flickering glow of torches. Whichever direction you looked—north, south, east, or west—was teeming with burly, muscle-bound barbarians. And at that place…
Step.
This is the very place where I first opened my eyes in this world.
Step.
As I walk into the clearing filled with an array of weapons, the young warriors’ gazes turn toward me. Their eyes hover somewhere between excitement and nervousness.
…Something feels odd.
After giving the young warriors a quick once-over, I shout with all my might:
“Congratulations, young warriors!”
Just as I heard on that day in this forest:
“From this day forward, you will leave the sanctuary and be reborn as true warriors!”
No need for a long speech.
“Now, come forward one by one and choose the weapon that suits you!”
Ah, but there is one extra line compared to last time:
“You’ll each receive leather boots and two potions as standard issue!”
Because it’s time to step into a new era.
“Bethel—raaaaaaaa!!!”
The young warriors erupt in cheers, clearly pleased with the new welfare system that starts with this batch. I didn’t plan it that way, but thanks to their uproar, I spotted it right away:
In the midst of everyone shouting—
“…”
—a warrior whose eyes dart around, his face stiff with tension.
Slurp.
The moment I lay eyes on him, I can’t help licking my lips.
This one’s a hundred percent…
A newbie.