Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 152



Episode 152: Barbarian Road (4)

Ah uh um….

After staring blankly at the crazy brainwashing scene I came to my senses and entered the village.

In fact even the word village had some ambiguity.

The barbarian’s shrine was more like a campground.

Tents pitched anywhere without distinction between your land and mine.

After passing through them I headed straight to where the shaman was. Since I don’t know the location anymore I decided there was no need to meet with the tribe leader.

‘What’s happening?’

When I opened the shaman’s tent I found it empty.

In the end I went to the tribal leader’s tent countless times.

But how did this happen?

There is no one in the tribal leader’s tent. It is a place where the elders take turns maintaining their positions even when the tribal leader is not present.

‘what?’

As I was standing still in front of him an elder whose face I had seen several times found me.

“Bjorn son of Yandel? “Are you here to attend the funeral too?”

There was no need to ask whose funeral it was.

Because it had been exactly half a year since Einar had been confined to the Holy Land.

“…It’s already that day.”

“It’s an honor to be able to leave something for future generations.”

After asking about the location of the funeral I headed straight there.

In an eerily quiet forest.

After about 30 minutes I saw barbarians gathered in the depths with solemn expressions.

There were not only shamans and tribal leaders but also familiar elders. Well the first thing that caught my eye was someone else.

“Ainar.”

Einar is standing in danger.

I gazed endlessly at my teacher’s body leaning against a large tree.

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“…Bjorn?”

Einar’s eyes were blank as he called me.

Soon I got a little closer and she bit her lip.

“If I had known this was going to happen I wouldn’t have done it.”

Yeah I didn’t know that.

I thought of course I would have told you.

“…Bjorn did you know?”

“okay.”

The training that Einar has been doing for six months is called ‘quenching’ among barbarians.

The process of training the body to create a vessel.

In the game once you complete ‘quenching’ your physical stats increase significantly and you become eligible to receive ‘soul succession’.

Of course it may end with just ‘quenching’ but…

“I heard that the elder is suffering from a chronic illness.”

I had heard that the lifespan of the elder who had chosen Einar as heir was not long so I even kept this situation in mind.

From the looks of it it seemed like this was the first time he had heard of this.

“That… I didn’t know!”

“It seems like the elder cared for you a lot.”

Soul succession.

Along with spirit imprinting it is one of the unique spells available only to the Barbarians. Through this ritual the barbarian can pass on one of his or her essence to future generations.

Please note that you can only receive it once…

He who inherits it will surely lose his life.

“…Why didn’t anyone tell me? “If I had known this was going to happen I would have quit right away.”

Einar muttered as if lamenting.

A voice filled with deep regret and self-reproach.

At this the tribal chief who was quietly watching her opened her mouth.

“Kidubah was a coward.”

“Do not insult him! Kiduba was a fearless warrior!”

“Then I guess it was because you were a coward. “Kiduba couldn’t explain soul succession.”

“I am a coward—!”

Seeing Einar getting angry the tribe leader cut off his words with a sharp cut.

“Then stop whining. If you want to prove that you are not a coward then watch his death without further insult. A warrior.”

“….”

“There is no one in the world who does not feel pain. Nevertheless overcome this face it and move forward. “Is that the way of a warrior?”

The funeral was then held in silence.

The shaman approached the body leaning against the tree smeared his face with blood and shook bells. Then a solution was sprinkled around the body to prevent insects from gnawing on it.

The barbarians watched the process in silence and as time passed the shaman announced the end of the funeral.

“The soul of Tohar’s third son Kidubah left the body and settled in the forest.”

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Now the bodies left in the forest will rot and become white bones and at that point even the bones will be broken into small pieces by the shaman’s hands and scattered throughout the forest.

The warriors who stood in front of the body in order cut off the hair or cut their hands sprinkling blood around the body and then left.

It didn’t take long.

“….”

Now all that’s left is me and Einar.

I approached the body first cut off the hair with a knife and scattered it around.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Einar did not answer.

However rather than urging him further I just left without a word. Since this is a breakup you were not prepared for you will need time to sort things out on your own.

***

“I knew it would come. A warrior.”

Soon I left the forest and entered the shaman’s tent.

“Did you bring the ingredients?”

“okay.”

“Take it out and try it.”

As instructed by the shaman I took out the ‘Immortal Heart’ that I had kept in my backpack. The heart of a troll lying on a cloth in a box throbbing shallowly.

“Did you get it yourself?”

“No I bought it at the exchange.”

“How much?”

I don’t know why I was curious about that but once I answered the shaman chuckled.

“How did this guy come out? “Jaebok Hana is truly a born warrior.”

Most conversations with the shaman were like this but today I felt strangely bad.

Is that why?

I shot it without realizing it.

“Don’t talk about Jaebok or anything else when you don’t know anything.”

The shaman just grinned at my words.

“Hmm since you came back alive and limbs intact it’s probably not your problem… I guess you lost something?”

“I don’t want to answer.”

“Yeah that’s not bad either.”

“….”

“Warrior the more you lose what is precious to you the stronger you will become.”

I wanted to say something really bad but I just kept quiet. For some reason the more I talk to this old man the more I feel like I’m being dragged into it.

“Okay can I get a spirit imprint today?”

“Of course.”

The shaman happily nodded his head in response to my question.

I thought he might have been tired from the funeral or something.

Squeak.

Afterwards he put the 1 million stone money requested by the shaman into a jar and lay down on the floor.

The sixth engraving of the immortal path that we have already reached.

“This time too there are three ways.”

After hearing a brief explanation I chose one option.

There was no room for worry at all.

In the first place most of the assets were tied up in private accounts from the beginning of this report.

“I will choose the soul of Mugu.”

“Even if you ask me to change it later I can’t.”

Soon the witch doctor started poking needles into my body. Before long vivid pain overtook me.

However it was more bearable than before.

This is a psychological reason that has nothing to do with the intensity of pain.

Because I know that a very great mistake awaits after this.

「The ability value increases by +60.」

The stat with the highest difficulty level of acquisition.

MP regeneration has increased significantly.

Simply put it means that you can now use [Giantization] more often and maintain it for a longer period of time.

Well it’s nothing compared to the main dish.

“The soul of the sword dwells in the body.”

“Due to the unique effect [Unity] the performance of the equipment is strengthened in proportion to the character’s abilities.”

[Unity].

[Wild Eruption] which was active and a passive skill that is always applied.

It has great performance on its own but…

This skill contains one hidden element.

Perhaps because of the concept of becoming one with the weapon if you have this your equipment will not be damaged even when [Giantized].

In other words there is no need to bother taking off the equipment anymore.

No not only that it is now possible to smash enemies with a huge mace and shield!

“Kuhuhuhuh. Behel raaa….”

The shaman chanted as he saw me sobbing and laughing despite the pain that remained in my body.

“That means he’s not in his right mind either.”

Like a barbarian he ignored other people’s evaluations with one ear.

***

「Bjorn Yandel」

Level: 4

Physical: 555 (New +225) / Spirit: 198 (New +44) / Ability: 188 (New +60)

Item Level: 98 (New -770)

Total Combat Index: 965.5 (New +23.5)

Essence obtained: Corpse Golem – Rank 7 / Orc Hero – Rank 5 / Ogre – Rank 3 (New)

***

How long has it been since the sixth imprint ended?

The area beyond the tent is still bright.

I asked taking a gulp of water from the kettle on the bedside table.

“Could it be that a day has passed?”

“Are you going to cry in front of me because you had a hard time?”

All you have to do is say ‘yes’.

It was a speech technique that I couldn’t understand no matter how many times I heard it but I didn’t bother to question it.

Well to be exact it was closer to not having the power to do so.

That’s how I got up and started packing my backpack.

“A warrior.”

At this time of year the shaman who always told me to get out of bed saying I was tired called me.

And then a completely unexpected bomb exploded.

“How did you come to receive an oracle from a human god?”

For a moment my heart skipped a beat.

I let out a long sigh.

It’s clear that you’re asking because you already know everything so there’s no point in denying it.

“Who on earth did you hear this from? “How many people know that now?”

“Don’t you know that the ring you are wearing now is so intertwined with your fate? Don’t worry. “Others won’t notice at all.”

The shaman sneered saying that even if there were eyes what was the point if they were no different from knotholes?

I realized this through this and strangely enough the shaman seemed to be in a good mood.

I asked cautiously.

“Are you going to tell the chieftain?”

“Why should I do that?”

Oh if you put it that way I have nothing to say….

“It’s just an old tradition. It’s the same as what I did in that forest yesterday. Thousands of years ago we left our hometown and became part of this city. Through that I learned that God exists and learned about civilization in the true sense.”

“What do you want to say?”

“We rely on and follow the souls of our ancestors but why should we deny and hate a being that exists and is beneficial to our lives? This is nothing but foolish stubbornness. “I have nothing to say even if I’m called a barbarian.”

The shaman still hadn’t changed.

Especially since it is said in a way that is difficult to understand. Of course as long as my weakness was properly identified I couldn’t say anything that would offend me.

“…So what do you think the tribal leader is like?”

“What if I find out you received an oracle?”

The shaman chuckled and laughed and answered.

“Why are you asking what you already know? If you are that bastard I will immediately brand you as a traitor and kick you out. Kick! “Maybe I’ll cut off his head and burn it.”

…It’s like that after all.

Nimiral: Do I have no choice but to live in peace until the spirit imprinting is completed?

As I was licking my lips bitterly thinking about that the shaman continued.

“Warrior you are worrying about nothing.”

“Useless worries?”

“Beastmen dwarves and fairies have all abandoned old traditions a long time ago. Why do you think that was like that?”

There was nothing to think deeply about.

Because the history of the Earth was like that.

Reform.

When new ideas and concepts were needed those who tried to turn their backs on the old era always appeared.

Later generations called them great men.

‘This crazy old man….’

Soon I realized.

What does the shaman want to say?

“Are you worried about being kicked out or are you a warrior? If so the answer to that concern is indeed simple.”

After all my grandfather was also a barbarian.

Otherwise I wouldn’t even dare to think of a solution like this.

If a problem arises smash it and get rid of it.

So say it again….

“You can become the tribal leader.”

Take over the barbarians before they are driven out.

“What do you think? Isn’t this a much more warrior-like way?”

I don’t know if it’s the path worthy of a warrior.

I grinned without realizing it.

A barbarian less than a year old.

That too is actually an evil spirit.

But you want me to become a barbarian lord and change this race to my taste.

“You sound interesting shaman.”

It was quite a fascinating story.

Especially since it is reasonable in its own way.