Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 154



Episode 154: Barbarian Road (6)

In his tribal leader’s hand was an ax.

The same ax that decapitated the man next to me during the coming-of-age ceremony.

“Make money by killing people instead of monsters. Do you think this is the right thing to do as a warrior?”

His heated head turns cold.

Unexpected situation.

No it was a situation he thought he would face someday but had no idea it would be today.

He calmly took a breath and made a quick decision.

and….

1. Apologize for being wrong.

2. Cover it up with excuses.

He immediately put both options out of his mind.

Well I know what kind of race barbarians are.

Even though it may seem easier and more reasonable to the average person you should never be mistaken.

There is only one breakthrough.

“Chief this is what you should have done originally.”

Just attack like a barbarian.

“…You sound interesting.”

The corner of the tribe leader’s mouth twitched.

“Tell me what does that mean?”

The moment I open my mouth I feel like an ax will swing me.

But I squared my shoulders proudly.

A mistake becomes a mistake when you try to admit it.

Conversely what if I don’t admit it?

It becomes a belief. In any case there is a possibility that it will be packaged that way.

That’s exactly what I have to do now.

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“That’s literally it. “What I did today is something you should have done a long time ago!”

For the greater good not self-interest.

Raise your voice without giving up in front of the tribal leader.

“Tribal chief! Do you know how many people die in the labyrinth every month?”

“You can’t be a warrior if you’re afraid of death.”

A clash of beliefs and convictions.

As a young warrior for his clan he bursts out in anger and fights for the future of his clan.

Rather I decided that this was a safer route.

Because the tribal leader cares about his warriors.

“Bjorn son of Yandel don’t you know? “Only the warriors who survive become strong warriors.”

The tribe leader’s voice softened a little as if he thought he was truly doing this out of consideration for the tribe.

But if we end here there will be no porridge or rice.

I asked back.

“Only the surviving warriors become stronger?”

“You are the proof!”

It’s definitely not wrong.

Half of the players die on their first entry.

Next time half of them die again.

In this way a total of 90% will die half a year after the coming of age ceremony.

A deformed structure that can hardly be called survival of the fittest.

If you want to survive there you have no choice but to become strong even if you don’t want to.

but….

“Tribal leader did this many people die when you first became a warrior?”

“Not really.”

It was an expected answer.

I didn’t particularly study past records but even if this structure had continued for ten more years the barbarians would have been in a situation where they wouldn’t even be given weapons during the coming-of-age ceremony.

“Then is it because we are weaker than them that so many people die? “Tribal leader do you really think that way?”

“This too… is not like that.”

There was a way to avoid making unfavorable statements but the tribal leader answered the questions honestly.

Well you probably know.

What is the decisive cause that brought the situation to this point?

“Inside the labyrinth there are monsters wearing human masks. They treat us like goblins. Why do you think that’s the case?”

“The wizards stole our hearts—”

The tribal leader said.

I shouted interrupting the conversation decisively.

“no! Because you didn’t do anything!”

If it were a different race they would have asked the royal family to make a law to prevent the trading of hearts.

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But our tribal leader didn’t even make the slightest effort.

Using the tradition of survival of the fittest as a shield.

I just watched the race decline.

“You should have at least warned me of the danger! “I should have told you what monsters are lurking in the labyrinth and how to deal with them and prepared you!”

“It is a tradition that has been passed down since our distant ancestors. I can’t change that—”

“Our ancestors wanted us to become strong!!”

The tribal leader’s decision cannot even be seen as being in accordance with providence. Because there is no animal anywhere in the vast nature that chooses to kill itself.

Everyone chooses evolution to adapt to a new environment.

But because the tribal leader did not do that obvious thing.

“Tribal chief! Look at us now! In the labyrinth we became as easy prey as goblins. Because we were taught that only monsters are enemies! But this is what our ancestors wanted?”

“…Calm your excitement.”

“If I were you I would have sent you wearing at least some leather boots. They would have also given you a bag to hold the magic stone. “I would have taught you how to use a compass in advance—”

“Didn’t I tell you to calm down now!!!”

Oh did I cross a line a little?

The cries of the tribal chief who had been beaten by a warrior less than a year old shook the forest.

“Speak clearly! So what do you want to say to me?”

I can’t refute it logically but it seems like I’m getting heated just listening to it.

“If you don’t do it right….”

I swallowed my saliva and continued the last line.

“I will do it Chief.”

For me.

And for our Barbarian people.

***

After I confidently announced my aspirations.

The tribal leader was silent for a while.

He stared at me quietly as if he was trying to organize his thoughts.

and….

‘I swung the ax all of a sudden.’

First I stepped back and avoided the axe.

In the [Giant] state I stretched out my hand and grabbed the sack and a struggle of strength began.

It was a landslide victory for the tribal leader.

A large figure well over 3 meters tall was floating in the air hanging from an axe.

Therefore he put down his ax and rushed at the tribal leader.

Well then…

‘fist.’

Yes I rammed my fist into the tribal leader’s face.

However I did not feel the heavy hand like usual and when I came to my senses I saw the tribe leader’s large fist in front of me.

This was the last thing I remember.

‘…Then this must be the tribal leader’s tent.’

Once I calmly finished organizing the situation I slowly opened my eyes.

As expected it was a tent and the tribal leader was visible.

“You woke up early.”

“…the tribe leader’s nose went in.”

“You too.”

okay? For some reason I couldn’t breathe well.

It’s like I can taste blood when I swallow.

I opened my backpack next to the bed took out a bottle of potion and took a few sips. And then he handed what was left over to the tribal leader.

“You eat too.”

“…That’s it. Why waste the potion? “If you leave it alone it will get better tomorrow.”

Well if that’s the case.

After roughly adjusting the bone in my nose with my hand I wiped away the accumulated blood as if blowing my nose and rubbed it on the bed.

And then we got to the point.

This is the first thing you need to check.

“Has all your anger gone?”

“…I wasn’t angry from the beginning.”

“Then why?”

“I was just a little cocky and felt like hitting him.”

Anyway it seemed like my anger had subsided now so I didn’t say anything.

Because there are other important things.

‘Luckily it worked out well.’

He declared in front of the tribal leader that he would become the tribal leader.

It’s not like I was excited and just spewed out words.

I just expected that the tribal leader would not kill me or anything because of this.

“Are you so jealous of my position?”

“okay.”

For a barbarian ambition and aspirations are not something to be ashamed of.

This is even more so when beliefs and causes are intertwined.

“As expected you are different from other warriors.”

“What do you mean?”

“Other warriors wanted the position of tribal leader for honor. But you are only for our tribe.”

Fortunately I don’t think it’s an evil spirit.

The tribal leader doesn’t seem to dislike me like this. I’m sure if the pack width had been a little smaller I wouldn’t have gotten hit.

Anyway did the tribal leader have an excuse?

He said something a bit unexpected.

“To be honest the former tribal leader was similar to you. When it came to our tribe’s affairs we went out without hesitation. So do you know what happened?”

“Are you talking about the Holy Relic War?”

“okay.”

Holy relic war.

It was the name given to the war with the fairies 10 years ago.

A tragedy that began when a barbarian accidentally picked up a fairy relic from the labyrinth.

The fairies captured the barbarian holding the holy relic and interrogated him but the barbarian stubbornly resisted.

And he died.

“We fought the fairies for over a year before the royal family intervened. “The former tribal leader also died in that battle.”

The Holy Relic War was the biggest cause of the weakening of Barbarian power.

Countless warriors who were supposed to lead future generations died.

Meanwhile the Magic Tower announced that the Barbarian’s heart was valuable as a magic ingredient.

“We also met with the tower owner but he said why should they give up magic ingredients for us?”

Well it really wasn’t like you didn’t put any effort into it.

“But we couldn’t go to war with the Magic Tower.”

“So like I said—”

“Yes if you had told the young warriors about the dangers and taught them as you said it would have been better than what it is now.”

“what?”

When I was shocked as if I had heard something I couldn’t hear the tribal leader chuckled.

“You are still young warrior. What you did this time was an act that instilled hatred towards humans in the warriors.”

“They are not humans they are predators.”

“If you think that will really make a difference then I’m wrong with you.”

“…But why can’t I hate humans?”

I asked out of pure curiosity and the tribal leader took a moment to answer.

“If we hate them there is no place we can live.”

“You were afraid of the Lapdonian royal family.”

It’s not that I don’t understand.

Because I know very well how enormous the power the royal family has.

However the tribal leader muttered bitterly.

“Is there anyone in this world who wouldn’t be afraid of him? “If the day comes that you meet him you will understand me.”

It’s not like it’s an army under the royal family.

As if they were afraid of the king’s very existence.

***

Afterwards the conversation ended briefly.

[I will turn a blind eye to you teaching warriors about raiders. But if we go further we won’t just sit back and watch. Do not let the warriors harbor great hatred toward humans.]

Although he was not selected as a successor it meant that he would acknowledge my ambition and tolerate my increasing influence within the tribe.

Well I was warned to stay in line but…

Compensation that would not have been obtained if one had been too busy admitting or making excuses for one’s mistakes.

[If you want my position become stronger warrior. And prove that you are qualified. I will watch over you.]

[Oh and one more thing.]

[My fist was quite spicy.]

Who would say that?

I left the tent with a final compliment that was not a compliment from the tribal leader.

The time when the sun sets behind the castle walls.

The area around the tent was full of barbarians.

Everyone was looking at me.

Starting from baby barbarians even elders who may have had quite a blast in their youth.

“You’re fine.”

“I heard the tribal chief had a nosebleed….”

“Then really….”

They are filled with curiosity as they see me come back from the tent alive and well. I roughly organized the location of my backpack and walked among them.

They just looked and did not approach.

I guess they thought I was hated by the tribal leader.

It was time to take a few steps further.

“Bjorn!!”

Einar approached me.

“Are you okay? “I heard you had a fight with the tribal leader!”

“Oh I’m fine.”

“So what happened? “I heard you declared that you would become the tribal leader?”

The moment when Einar asks a question with a straight line.

The ears of nearly a hundred barbarians perked up at the same time.

It would be impossible to just disappear from here.

I smiled and answered.

“He told me to become stronger and prove my qualifications.”

I immediately felt a buzz around me.

There were people who were surprised and there were also people who thought it would be impossible no matter how much I did. Surprisingly some people said on realistic grounds that it would take several years.

The tribal leader probably thought similarly.

but….

“so? “Bjorn what did you answer?”

Then I answered.

“It won’t take long.”

Yes I answered that way.

***

While returning to the city with Einar I met Charon.

And made sure to nail her down.

When teaching baby barbarians not to hate humans too much.

“Ha but! “Didn’t they say humans are the enemy?”

“Not everyone is the enemy.”

It’s almost like I’ve changed my mind now but when I told him about Dwalki Charon agreed.

“Yes even among humans such a noble man… Can I tell this story to other warriors?”

“What about Dwalki?”

“It will be a great example! Because we love warriors like that!”

“Didn’t you hear me? “He is a wizard not a warrior.”

“haha! You sound strange. “You sacrificed your life to protect your comrades so why aren’t you a warrior?”

Well if you say that I have nothing to say….

The argument ended at that point and the conversation ended.

“Then we’ll just go.”

“okay! See you next time Bjorn son of Yandel! A great warrior who will lead us in the future!”

Somehow it feels like the modifier has become longer again…

‘But it ended well.’

For reference I left the money copying bug alone.

The tribal leader was just concerned that the hatred would deepen and told him to stay within the allowable range.

In the first place the money copying bug will be blocked in a few months.

The reason the looters targeted the barbarian so much was because it was low risk and high return.

‘If rumors start to spread that we have changed there will be no more bastards willing to risk their lives.’

But what about level 3 monsters?

Any bastard in his right mind would jump out as soon as he saw it.

Drurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I soon left the sacred area and brought Einar to my lodgings. And after a tearful meal on the first floor we were offered a room next door that happened to be empty.

“Can I really sleep in a place like this…?”

“Of course. You don’t have to pay it back later. Now this isn’t a big deal—”

“Byo—leuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!!! “I will follow you for the rest of my life!!”

“…be quiet. “This is not a holy place.”

“Oh that’s right?!”

That was when I cautioned Einar.

My door which obviously shouldn’t be occupied was opened from inside.

“…Bjorn? “Who is that woman next to her?”

“Oh were you here?”

Since we are team members who will be working together in the future we briefly introduced them. There was no need for a long explanation since we had talked about each other several times before.

“Nice to meet you! Misha Karlstein!! I heard a lot about it! Bjorn’s colleagues are my colleagues!! “I look forward to seeing you in the future!”

Einar probably nervous because it was her first time meeting her colleague almost shouted and held out her hand.

Misha was equally embarrassed.

“Oh uh… Nice to meet you….”

Misha who had been shaking hands with Ainar almost as if possessed came to her senses and approached me.

And he whispered into her ear.

“Hey is this really the Einar you told me about? “She definitely said she was a barbarian back then!!”

“however?”

“He looks like a barbarian!!”

Doesn’t anyone look like a barbarian?

I didn’t understand it at first but when I thought about it I understood the feeling of surprise. When it comes to barbarians most people imagine 2m as the default.

The problem is that Einar heard it.

“Misha Karlstein!! Are you insulting me because I’m short? “I truly thought of you as a valuable colleague…!!”

“Ahh! Nope. “You heard wrong!”

“I have good ears!!”

“I’m sorry! That’s not what I meant. huh? Just because you’re so pretty… Yes! Is that why you did that?”

“What!! Misha Karlstein How much more are you going to insult me? duel! “I challenge you to a duel!!”

Einar starts screaming as soon as the trauma button is pressed and Misha calms him down.

As she watched her headache grew stronger.

“Ugh… my head…”

It was clear that her head from being hit by her tribe leader had not healed yet.

Well whatever.

Otherwise there is no explanation.

The five team members haven’t even gathered yet but there’s no way the thorny road is already glimmering before our eyes.