Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 16



Episode 16 Return (3)

Light covers the front of my eyes then a lighter light appears and my vision returns.

I looked up at the sky blankly.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such bright light.

Well at best it was a gloomy gray sky.

“Are you going back to Derek’s dorm?”

“It came out in a month so that’s impossible. “After I wash up I’ll go straight to the bar.”

“I’m back ahhh!!”

“All explorers of level 7 and below please come here!”

To say that the surrounding area was noisy was not enough.

It was only natural that all the explorers who entered the labyrinth were gathered in one place…

Anyway that’s true. I had no idea there were so many explorers in this city.

It’s like watching Gwanghwamun during the World Cup.

Click click click.

I adjusted my watch to set it to 12 o’clock.

Even if you enter the labyrinth you only spend one day in the city. No matter how many days I spent there it was noon the next day when I came out.

‘When I was playing the game I just thought it was the creator’s considerate world view…’

In this way you can continue the quests in the city even after returning from the labyrinth.

So I thought it was a convenience for users.

“Bjorn son of Yandel!”

Who is it? It’s a familiar voice…

When I turn my head in the direction of the sound I see a barbarian who is about the same eye level as me.

I remember him clearly because he was my first leader.

“Karak the second son of Blood Snow.”

“He is the third son of Panun.”

what? So Einar is the second?

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Anyway even in this crowd it was easy for the tall barbarians to spot each other.

“Serum Kennick’s fourth son! “You too came back alive!”

“I’m glad you look fine too. Karak the third son of Panun!”

I was really just standing still but the barbarians started to flock this way.

“Hahahahaha! The blade wolf was no big deal! “No one could withstand more than one hit from my axe!”

“With your brave axe skills of course it would have been so. Farman son of Nerun!”

What kind of reunion is this? I lost consciousness in an instant.

They constantly call out those long names greet each other and compliment each other’s dance skills.

These guys are really amazing too.

I think I have a bad mind but how do I remember that long name so well?

“Bjorn! What are you doing! “We are now going to change the magic stone. Why don’t you come together?”

I cleared my throat once and answered as loudly as I could.

“Oh I’m going!”

“You must be pretty tired!! “Your voice has no strength!!”

“Yes!”

I thought I had been doing a good job of acting as a barbarian but my confidence is disappearing.

Native is different.

“It’s over there!”

“A place where a warrior’s bravery is proven!”

Soon I was able to move among the barbarians and naturally take on the process of becoming an explorer.

It was nothing special just a process of exchanging magic stones for money at a checkpoint.

“It’s 24476 stones.”

“It’s 28420 stones.”

“It’s 41498 stones.”

It’s like a supermarket checkout counter.

Especially since he has quick hands.

The civil servants sitting at the table and doing their work were really quick.

They put the magic stone bag somewhere as if they were scanning a barcode and when the number came out they took out money like a machine.

As I was looking at it with a bit of amazement the barbarians around me started chatting and shouting loudly not knowing that they were embarrassed.

“Oooh! Earning over 40000 stone is truly amazing!”

“Karak the third son of Panun is a warrior among warriors!

Is it because he came to live with a fairy for a few days?

I can’t get used to it at all.

By the way I need to find Erwen too…

Why didn’t the person I was looking for come and only these kids came?

I really just stayed still.

“Bjorn son of Yandel! “Now it’s your turn!”

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As I was sighing my turn came.

I walked up to the table and placed my pocket down in front of the soulless-looking official.

“Are all three pockets magic stones?”

The other two belong to a muldae and a samurai.

But now it’s all mine.

That happened about 40 minutes ago.

“Yes.”

When I nodded the official put his bag on what looked like a scale.

And he recited the exact amount.

“It’s 182413 stones.”

Each piece of bread cost about 20 stone so did they acquire over 9000 pieces of bread in 7 days?

It seems like just yesterday I felt sad because I had killed a goblin and earned a piece of bread.

…For some reason I feel emotional.

“It’s 180000 stones! Yandel’s son Bjorn earned 180000 stones!”

“This is the best record ever! Bjorn son of Yandel is the greatest warrior of all time!”

These bastards don’t even give themselves time to get emotional.

I quickly handed over the money from the official and came out of the checkpoint.

However when I came out of the crowd the barbarians who came out first also started to tremble as if they had noticed what I was doing.

“It’s not just Stone! “He’s even holding a hammer!”

“No I even wore shoes! i envy you!”

“There are three bags!”

“Look at the clock! “Do you even know how to read a clock?”

“How is that possible? “Is Yandel’s son Bjorn a wizard?”

Well it’s not like I can’t understand that reaction.

It will feel like magic.

I would be the first barbarian to go into a labyrinth bare-body and come back after evolving into a civilized human being!

Damn this praise is too much so my body starts to get excited of its own accord.

Wow calm down Bjorn.

I am….

“I am the best warrior!!”

“Waaaaaa!!!”

As soon as I shouted the barbarians fell into a crucible of enthusiasm.

Then he picked me up and started rinsing me.

But surprisingly I feel better than I thought.

Whatever happens whatever happens happens.

“You shouldn’t make too much of a fuss here.”

“sorry! “I apologize!”

“So raise your voice…”

“i get it!!”

The madness subsided only after an employee finally came and said something.

Only then did I regain my composure and like the barbarians around me sat down on the ground and waited for the remaining barbarians to finish their inspection.

It was then.

“….”

I felt some gaze on me so I turned my head and saw a fairy looking at me among the crowded group of explorers.

It’s Erwen.

Since when have you been seeing me? I hope it starts after the rinse is over…

“….”

When our eyes met Erwen smiled as if she was happy to see me as if she knew how I felt or not.

However because the handsome fairies next to her were talking to her she quickly took her eyes off me.

I was curious so I listened to the conversation and found it quite refreshing.

I must say that it felt so unrealistic to see her sister and brother chatting quietly and happily.

“Sister! I think I know how to deal with spirits now! Do you understand why Grandma Grinderin insisted that we become friends first?”

“Oh so? “It is said that the fire spirit has a rather impatient side so you will be able to hear its voice right away.”

Well you are from there.

I have nothing but barbarians around me.

i envy you….

As I was looking at Erwen with a similar feeling of longing for what she did not have our eyes met again.

I thought it was time to say it with my mouth.

‘Tonight.’

Erwen tilted her head and responded with a chuckle and the shape of her mouth.

‘yes!’

First of all it was clear that this secret conversation was quite fun for Erwen.

But I don’t know if he understood what I said.

Was it right that I answered ‘yes’ in the first place?

When you get out of the checkpoint you should have a proper conversation or something.

That was the moment I thought to myself.

“Why are you looking over there like that? Do you know someone?”

“Oh no! Sister! “It can’t be!”

In response to a question from the fairy sister next to her Erwen waved her hand.

Then she glances at me and speaks with her mouth.

‘sorry!’

I think I heard correctly this time.

Afterwards I was soon able to understand her gesture of shaking her head while secretly pointing at her fairy sister.

I guess there was nothing I could do because of this sister.

Well it’s a situation where both people are ordinary people.

“Bjorn son of Yandel! Why are you looking at me like that! “Do you know a fairy?”

“That’s not true!”

“Of course it is! “There is no way that the greatest warrior of all time like you is acquainted with mean-spirited ogres!”

I wanted to shut this bastard’s mouth but I couldn’t.

The voices were so loud that the fairies around them looked at us with stinging eyes.

Among them was Erwen.

She looked at me with bitter eyes and nodded her head vigorously as if she understood.

“under….”

As I was looking at those sad eyes Hyeonta came to me belatedly.

I wondered what on earth this was doing.

It’s not even Romeo and Juliet.

“let’s go!”

Soon the barbarians finished the inspection and came out to the entrance.

Even if I waited anyway it seemed impossible to talk to Erwen among the fairies so I followed them too.

To our horror there was a crowd of people gathered in front of it again.

“dad! Are you hurt? “I missed you!”

“brother! “It’s here!”

Well yes there was something like this in the game as well.

To put it simply the people here are family members or acquaintances of the explorers.

“let’s go! “I will open the way!”

“Oooooh!”

I followed the barbarians through the crowd of people filled with emotions of joy joy despair sadness and affection.

Then I looked at their faces one by one.

I felt strange.

“Limarion! Where is my husband? no way….”

“sorry. “He asked me to give him this.”

“No… no. No… ah!”

I’ve played [Dungeons & Stones] countless times.

Beyond the monitor expressions that could never be seen through 2D graphics were visible everywhere.

***

There is one reason why I moved with the barbarians.

This is because I thought there were more procedures for beginners to go through in this city like the previous checkpoint.

However my expectations were spectacularly wrong.

“It’s alcohol! “Let’s have a drink!”

“Ooooooooooo!”

As soon as they came out of the labyrinth the place the barbarians headed to was a tavern.

Are you kidding?

“I will fall.”

“For some reason! “Bjorn son of Yandel the greatest warrior!”

A modifier was added to the already long name.

I remembered to be patient and left the room saying that I had somewhere else to go and that there was nothing I could do.

“I hope good luck is with you! “Bjorn son of Yandel the greatest warrior!”

I have felt this over and over again but these are the people for whom predictions based on common sense are completely ineffective.

“It’s finally quiet.”

I felt like I was going crazy after being with the barbarians for a while. Did Erwen feel that way when he stayed with me?

Next time I’ll have to be more careful about acting like a barbarian.

plod trudge.

After parting ways with them I wandered aimlessly around the city.

I had a destination but for now I felt like I just wanted to walk wherever my feet led me.

It’s peaceful.

When I first saw this city it was midnight but now that it is daytime many people are filling the streets.

Surprisingly it gives me stability.

“….”

There are no monsters here.

There is no one who can harm me.

Even if you fall asleep on the street you will be able to wake up fine. No maybe someone will give me a helping hand.

There are laws rules and leisure here.

Of course I also know that contrary to how it appears to be a distant different world almost everything including their ideology culture and social system is barbaric compared to the 21st century.

But it is still peaceful.

At least compared to the labyrinth I spent 7 days in.

“….”

I wanted to feel that sense of stability even more so I kept walking.

Perhaps because the explorers had just poured in my appearance covered in blood didn’t really stand out.

No one looked at me strangely.

But as I continued walking down the street I felt like taking a shower.

So I went into the first inn I saw got a room and washed up.

It was a little surprising.

When washing a person’s body more red blood comes out than red soup.

“….”

After washing my body diligently for about an hour I came out and the clothes I was wearing felt very dirty.

I should have bought some damn clothes and come and washed them.

I felt like taking a nap but I went back out onto the street and found a clothing store.

But why?

No one looked strange but I felt embarrassed for some reason.

Taking off his top and wearing pants stained with dirt and blood are all the same but in fact his body has become much cleaner…

I felt like a savage again.

Why?

“welcome!”

As you enter what appears to be a clothing store a friendly employee approaches you.

Even though he is a poor barbarian he is smiling brightly.

I haven’t seen such professional employees even in Seoul…

“Top? If you want something custom-made it’s in the building next door… Oh you’re looking for something to wear right now? “I’m not sure if there’s anything right but I’ll find out.”

With the help of the waitress I was able to buy a pair of tight shirts and black pants.

The total price is 2500 stones.

I don’t know if I was ripped off or not.

I’ve never bought or worn clothes that had no function even in games.

“Come again next time!”

Now that I was acting quite like a person I returned to the inn.

As I felt when I saw the civil servant who was exchanging my money and when I had a conversation with the employee I had just seen it is a city that exudes a strangely modern atmosphere.

This Lafdonia.

Most of the buildings are made of stone and all have high floors.

No it was difficult to find a building with less than three stories on the main street and when I washed up water came out of the faucet.

Maybe living in this city might be more worth doing than I thought.

“….”

Soon I arrived at the inn and lay down on the bed.

And as I recalled the events that happened over the past seven days one by one I realized that I too was a human being who was not much different from Uncle Hans.

When I first fell here survival was my only goal.

But what about now?

I finally let out what I had been holding back countless times.

“I want to go home.”

I want to go back.

Even if there is no one there to welcome me.