Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 137



Episode 137: Orculis (3)

I feel chills in my body.

“Why isn’t anyone talking over there?”

Just that one word.

Even though we haven’t really hit it yet.

An urgent sound lingers in my eardrums.

Excited! Excited!

The heart of a warrior who senses that he is an invincible enemy is constantly pumping and pumping oxygen throughout the body.

The preparations started before his head.

The worst that could happen.

Slurp.

In the silence he only moves his gaze to check on his colleagues.

Everyone was frozen as they were walking.

You must be feeling it subconsciously.

The ominousness that guy is radiating from his whole body.

“hey?”

The guy frowns and speaks again.

Thanks to this his mind calmed down a little.

Golden time.

It is not right to idly waste every second that will become invaluable from now on.

Therefore…

“Are you really going to do that?”

Open your ears and look at the other person with your eyes.

And it quickly combines information that could otherwise have been overlooked.

[Hey Barbarian. Should I say thank you? Thanks to me he would have caught it comfortably.]

He knew about this space.

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So as soon as he sensed our presence he ran straight towards the boss room.

but….

‘No matter what it’s too fast.’

Arriving similarly to us who obtained the map?

This is impossible unless you find your way exactly without getting lost at all.

How was this possible?

No to be precise.

‘What kind of skill is this?’

Have to figure it out.

Depending on this future plans will change.

Looking back there was an answer in our previous conversation.

[I heard you could have missed it if you hadn’t sacrificed one more arm?]

offered his arms

It is obvious whose arm it is. It probably belongs to the poor guy in the back.

‘…I guess he’s a priest of Karui.’

Among them is the priest of Karui.

This is the fortunate part of misfortune.

If you were to find the way simply with your skills as a searcher not only would there be no answer in the future…

[I beg you. Please just get what you want and let them go.]

The old man who is presumed to be a priest of an evil spirit also does not seem to have a very cooperative relationship with that man.

‘Could it be that they kidnapped the priest and forced him to change jobs? ‘Is the man who gave his arm in a similar situation?’

Time to take three breaths.

After calmly analyzing the situation I opened my mouth.

Well I don’t have time anymore.

“What happened? Just everything—”

“I never thought I’d meet an explorer in a place like this.”

“You weren’t dumb?”

He gives me an interested look at my answer that breaks the silence.

Okay first of all I bought some time.

“Do you by any chance know how to get out of here?”

Ask questions about things you naturally know.

The more you look like shit the more you let down your guard—

“What are you…?”

Suddenly a cold voice rings out.

what? What on earth did I do wrong?

“It’s not even green but yellow because of these idiots?”

Eyes filled with caution rather than interest or curiosity.

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Without realizing it my eyes moved to the ring on his finger.

As far as I know it was similar to the number item.

What I usually called a traffic light ring with green red and yellow gemstones in it.

No.6111 Destiny Seeker.

If green appears it is a positive event.

If red appears it is a negative event.

The item that when yellow tells you that a combination of the two events is nearby.

The yellow light on the item was clearly on.

‘Nimiral.’

Is this what it means to have joy and sorrow intersect?

The yellow light means that there was even the slightest chance of me ruining that guy’s asshole.

This is good news for me.

The bad news is that he found out.

‘It’s ruined.’

Even the only advantage of being the weak to catch the strong off guard has disappeared.

Because of that damn ring.

“Do you even know what this is?”

To make matters worse he noticed even my brief reaction and revealed his true colors openly.

Sling!

A blade of blue-silver light pulled from the guy’s waist.

The former blacksmith’s mouth was the first to react to that dazzling brilliance.

“Ah it’s a sword made of arc….”

Arc.

Most of the number items are just chewed and in fact it is a level 6 metal that is considered the final level in this world.

This is why I secretly hoped that the number of enemies would be greater.

The higher the level of the explorer the more extreme the differences in the level and number of essences as well as the equipment.

‘At least 9 floors.’

However I did not turn away and accepted the cruel reality as is.

It is not a clan of dozens of people.

Assuming that skill follows equipment he is a strong player who can operate on the 9th floor with 5 people.

There will be at least eight integers.

And all of them are level 5 or higher.

“Barbarian.”

In fact at this point abilities or anything else is meaningless.

“Give me what you got inside.”

A level where he could cut down all five of us on his own without the help of a priest.

“If you don’t want to die.”

But I judged.

What actions must be taken to live.

thus….

“Ah are you talking about this?”

Take out the gem obtained from the boss room and hold it in your hand.

Originally this was Plan D.

Giving everything they ask for and begging for their lives.

“I had it too. Now hand it here. Then I will send you back alive.”

“….”

I stared at him in silence.

The silence became longer and my colleagues spoke one by one.

“…We’re fine. Just give it to me. “I don’t even know what it’s used for anyway.”

“I also agree. “Wouldn’t it be better to avoid fighting if possible?”

These were words not worth hearing.

Because this jewel is the only reason we are still alive. Do you have a credit deal with a crazy man who kidnaps priests converts them and takes them with him?

I have to say something that makes sense.

“doubling….”

When I carefully open my mouth attention is drawn.

He was also quietly watching me.

A faint smile was seen on the corner of his mouth.

An arrogant smile as if he already knew what choice I would make.

Therefore I also grinned.

“this! “I’m hungry!!”

“…what?”

The moment when the guy was taken aback by the sudden scream.

Without hesitation I popped the jewel into my mouth.

and….

Gulp-!

I forced myself to swallow.

My esophagus was sore as I was forcefully inserting a gem the size of a tangerine but I realized something.

It heals in just a few seconds.

“Kkeok-”

A burping sound that came out as I endured the feeling of vomiting.

Only then did everyone come to their senses.

“What is this?”

He asked with eyes shining with life.

“I just felt like doing it!”

I answered.

After that there was a very brief moment of silence.

“….”

“….”

The guy looked like he was wondering what kind of idiot he was.

Well aren’t our team members very different?

Anyway it doesn’t matter.

Doing what needs to be done quietly without caring as much about what other people think as earwax.

Isn’t that the tradition of the Barbarian clan?

“Don’t think about dying gracefully Barbarian.”

He kicks the floor and shoots at me.

A speed that is difficult to regard as having the same ability level.

Suuk-!

Perhaps because of the high price his long sword penetrated my shield without any resistance.

It was obvious what he was thinking.

I’m sure the plan is to kill me cut open my stomach and take out the jewels.

but….

‘So what are we going to do?’

I applied strength to the shield and adjusted the position of the blade cutting into it.

Not outwards but towards where my stomach is.

“…!!”

He must have realized my intention and quickly pulled out his sword.

He probably knows it too.

The durability of this gem I swallowed is not very good.

“Are you really thinking like this?”

I didn’t deny it.

This is Plan E which will replace all the scrapped plans.

“Bitch—!”

Fuck my stomach.

Now I really have no choice but to go to the end.

***

The guy’s eyes are rolling.

It’s about looking for opportunities every now and then.

If he can cut off my head in one go then all he has to do is cut open my stomach and take it.

but….

‘There’s no way around it.’

I pound my stomach with a fist the size of a watermelon.

Pow! Pow!

The corners of his eyes that flinch every time I swing my hand.

I can clearly see on his face that he is worried that something in my stomach might get cracked.

“Oh I just feel bloated.”

“…Crazy guy.”

It was a welcome sound to hear.

No one walks in the fall season to avoid falling leaves.

But what about sewage?

There may be people who step on it by mistake but no one steps on it accidentally.

Therefore…

Wow!

Stop pounding your stomach.

The key to Plan E is not to cross the line.

It seems like enough warnings have already been given.

“What do you want?”

The guy tried to talk.

As if he didn’t want to provoke me he had already put his sword in his waistband.

‘Yes this thing is so important to you.’

Although I wanted to be rude and make fun of him I quietly moved to the opposite aisle with my colleagues and got to the point.

“day. “Just give me one day.”

“You’re not asking for my life?”

He looks at me as if he’s curious.

It’s not that I don’t understand.

Anyone who would have been in a similar situation to me would have said something like that to him.

but….

“You don’t beg for your life like that.”

To be precise I don’t do anything meaningless.

“Give me just one day.”

One day’s reprieve.

I decided that this was the maximum he could tolerate.

“Then I won’t do such a cowardly thing either.”

“How can I trust you?”

He asked a short question about my final proposal and without a moment of hesitation I took out the card I had prepared.

“I swear on my warrior’s honor. We are exhausted because we haven’t slept in days. But if you wait just one day I will fight fair and square.”

As if he wanted to do that from the beginning.

It’s as if I wasn’t willing to make such a cowardly move in the first place. When I fired a shot clearly showing my fighting spirit the guy who was standing in the middle of the street quietly asked me back.

“Do you really think you can win?”

I chuckled.

Can you win?

Well I still think the possibility is small.

But so what?

“Is that a reason to give up?”

Without any need for acting I poured my sincerity into my mouth.

The guy stared at my face.

And after a moment of silence he finally gave an answer.

“Twelve hours.”

A stubborn voice that leaves no room for negotiation.

“I’ll give you twelve hours.”

It was the Maginot Line that he decided.

“I’ll tell you in advance don’t think that the same trick will work even then.”

He would have rather given up on the item but his will to never let us go was clearly revealed in his eyes and expression.

Therefore I let out the long breath I had been holding.

[05:40]

I got the time I needed most.

***

Running through a maze.

The formation is a little different from usual.

Rotmiller and the dwarf are at the front and I am following them at the very back.

The reason is simple.

“It doesn’t seem like he’s really following me.”

Rotmiller said so…

Isn’t it unclear how long he will keep his promise?

I have to protect the back of my head.

“So what do we do now?”

Rotmiller asked opening the path at the forefront.

No he wasn’t the only one.

“Bjorn… are you really going to fight?”

“Joe that doesn’t seem like a good choice. Didn’t you see it earlier too? “Your shield is being cut like clay.”

The questions and concerns I had been holding in were turning towards me.

First of all I left everything to me earlier but I guess I started to worry later.

But as of today democracy is over.

Because there is not enough time to proceed with the work by gathering everyone’s opinions and persuading them.

“Hikurod Misha Rotmiller Dwalki.”

I called four people by name.

And I asked for it.

“In the future you may say things or give instructions that you may not understand. But can you trust me and follow me one last time?”

“Of course.”

Except for Misha the three did not answer right away.

But for several months I waited in silence believing in the image I had shown to them.

The first to speak was the dwarf.

“If it weren’t for you in the Bloody Citadel I would have already died. “I will trust your judgment.”

The second was Dwalki.

“Me too. “Bjorn I will believe in your destiny as a hero.”

The fate of a hero.

It was an assumption that was added like seasoning as my nickname Little Vulcan spread throughout the city and it was also something that the shaman told me.

I don’t know if the public would know this when they first meet him but it was a bit strange that he said this so seriously…

Well it’s probably a good thing in the current situation.

“When I encountered him I could do nothing but tremble in fear.”

The last one was Rotmiller.

“I will believe and follow whatever you say.”

I felt deep trust in his short words.

However without even having time to get lost in his sentiments Rotmiller continued.

“But apart from this there is something I need to tell you.”

“what?”

“If my guess is true he is truly dangerous.”

“Is there any information?”

I asked back with a smile and Rottmiller answered.

“A long time ago I heard about an explorer who used an Arkje longsword. According to the rumor he was cursed by a dragon and his entire body was covered in burns.”

No so who is that?

Unlike me who was raising doubts the trio seemed to already have someone to point out.

“The dragon’s curse? no way….”

“Dragon slayer! “Rotmiller are you talking about the dragon slayer?”

“So does that mean he is a member of Orculis…?”

I frowned as I listened to the trio’s urgent cries.

I still didn’t know who the dragon slayer was.

but….

‘Orculis.’

An ancient word from this world that means witch’s eyes.

About the group that uses this name I have previously acquired knowledge through books.

‘A group of crazy people who say with their own mouth that their goal is to kill the king.’

However they cannot be seen as simply crazy people.

The fact that they have survived for decades despite doing such crazy things is proof of the strength of each and every one of them.

Even though the royal family offered a huge bounty we’ve only killed seven people so far?

‘I got caught by a much more troublesome bastard than I thought.’

Aside from the bitter taste in your mouth one thought becomes clearer.

Running away isn’t the best solution either.

Isn’t there a famous saying?

“Well then maybe it would be good?”

Soon I received the map from Rotmiller and designated my destination.

“We are going here.”

There is no paradise where you run away.

At least this time.