Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 175



Episode 175: Choice (3)

Double size bed and wardrobe.

And Lee Han-soo’s room which has a computer desk.

[Long Live Korean Independence] – 0 people are online.

First I turned on the computer and entered the chat room.

Isn’t he the guy who made a fuss about me last time saying he thought he was dead because he came in a few minutes late?

‘More than anything we can only spend one hour together.’

This time there is a fairly big incident so I plan to get as much information as possible from Baekho Lee.

‘I came first today.’

A spacious room with antique furniture.

Before I even had time to sit down on the sofa Baekho Lee followed suit and logged in.

There were no problems up to that point.

“brother!”

But what is this again?

Just looking at him his expression is very urgent.

“I’m in a battle right now? So I have to go out and see it right away.”

“what?”

“I don’t have time to go into detail.”

“no-”

“Did you hear about the subjugation war? Never participate even later. “I came here to tell you that.”

“What does that mean—”

“See you next month!”

That was all we talked about.

Lee Baek-ho disappeared in a flash within a few seconds of meeting his face.

“…what?”

I’m about to lose my mind.

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However if you stay calm and sort out the situation…

‘…in combat?’

One hour in the community is one second in reality.

But are you going out in such a hurry?

This means that you are fighting a strong enemy.

Even if you stay here for about a minute only about 0.02 seconds will pass by outside.

Proof that this is an enemy that cannot even waste time.

‘What on earth is he fighting?’

I don’t know.

Only one thing is certain.

It’s just that he has a close connection with the subjugation of Noark.

‘Was this guy in the underground city too?’

Late night.

You’re not even in a labyrinth but you’re fighting an enemy. I can’t think of any other cases other than subjugating Noark.

Because it was only yesterday that the punitive force went out.

The king’s army and the explorer alliance as well as the Holy Knights who sent support from the temple. The sight of people entering the sewer in a row was quite spectacular.

‘The last words… I guess it means that you think the subjugation will fail right?’

This means you should never participate even later.

If we interpret this it means that the first subjugation will fail and a second subjugation army will be created.

‘Oh it’s really frustrating….’

Since there was nothing to come out of once I stayed here I went back to my room. There are still three hours left until Watchers of the Round Table opens.

Since I had nothing else to do I started surfing the web.

First I checked the exchange and then toured chat rooms with no entry restrictions.

Everything was the same.

Everyone is only talking about the Noark subjugation war.

‘…There’s already chaos down there.’

Among the players the number of those who participated in the subjugation was significant.

And if we listen to what they say…

“I don’t know much because I’m in the rear but the atmosphere is really unusual. “I keep hearing something exploding in front of me but the commanders keep their mouths shut and don’t give any explanation…”

“Why are there so few participants today? Are they all dead?”

Even at this moment it seems like a fierce battle is taking place underground.

I honestly can’t even imagine how intense it is.

This is even more true when you look at this post on the free bulletin board.

[I am asked a question because I am going to die soon.]

-I got stabbed in the neck and when I opened my eyes I was here.

-You will survive for 12 seconds right?

-Fuck.

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[EdwardBless77: I hope it’s not an eternal dream. I hope that the place where you wake up is your home.]

[└Writer: I really hope so.]

[godFLEXyou: You worked hard. Take a break.]

[└Author: Thank you for your support.]

[stevencastle: I guess it was a frontline unit. They say it’s a living hell right now. Have you met Orculis?]

[└Writer: I don’t know. I heard someone yelling that someone had come but I don’t remember. Maybe he saw it wrong. Because of the warlocks I couldn’t even see 1 meter in front of me.]

[teckmonkey: What do you want to do most?]

[└Author: Breeding.]

[└teckmonkey: Uhm… I’ll talk less.]

[tunaboot: Where are you from?]

[└Writer: I don’t know where you are talking about. Canada on Earth. If we are talking about here the Aribeten Clan was at the executive level.]

[└tunaboot: Of course I was referring to my hometown. But as an executive of the Aribeten Clan you must have been a big deal.]

[└1spring: So what should I do now that I’m dying? Goodbye]

[└ionboii: Wow seeing you come out to this extent here I don’t think you’re being aggressive. I sincerely wish you peace in peace. Thank you for your hard work. And I hope you just ignore the guy talking nonsense above.]

There are dozens of comments below that.

Even as the number of comments increased in real time the author responded to each comment one by one.

As I was reading from the top as if I was possessed by something I left a comment.

[Elfnunna: Why are you giving up already? Instead of staying like this I should log out right away and try to live my life.]

There is a chance if you don’t give up.

It may be infinitely close to 0 but it is not 0.

The proof is me.

However after actually adding it I thought it was too rude so I added an explanation.

[└Elfnunna: I also got stabbed in the neck once. There was a time when I entered a state similar to the countdown in the game. Still my body moved. In the end I barely survived after killing the enemy and taking a potion. So why don’t you try it too?]

Experiences in the Land of the Dead and Blood Citadel.

I hoped this would give hope to someone whose name or face I don’t know.

but….

[└Writer: I know what you mean. But I’m an archer. I can’t use the method you said.]

The answer that came back was complete resignation.

[└Elfnunna: But you can still give it a try right?]

I commented as if I was possessed by something.

The answer came quickly.

[└Writer: Sorry if I die anyway I want to die as myself. Not this damned body but the me my parents gave birth to.]

As soon as I saw it my head went blank.

I took my hands off the keyboard.

What exactly are you saying here?

So it’s not a real body?

Are you saying it’s just a manifestation of your identity anyway?

Well no one can argue with the author’s choices.

That wasn’t going to work either.

“….”

I looked at the closet without realizing it.

To be precise I looked at the mirror next to it.

Lee Han-soo was seen.

Ta-da-da-da-

I tapped the keyboard again.

And I hope you can rest in peace or wake up in your original world. I wrote and erased those words of comfort countless times.

But I couldn’t easily press the enter key.

Ta-da-da-da-

While I was typing on the keyboard for a long time unable to do anything the players continued to leave comments.

The author answered each and every one of them.

[branbran_helmet: What a piece of trash.]

[└Author; That’s how you get rid of this piece of garbage!]

After that comment no further comments were made.

I pressed refresh.

Before I knew it the author’s nickname written at the top had been blurred.

“….”

It meant that he had died.

***

I don’t know why either.

I don’t even know their faces and have never met or talked to them in person.

But my heart keeps beating violently.

My heart is pounding.

A death that I have seen countless times in this world.

The weight of that death feels heavy today.

What on earth is the reason?

Grumble-

I scrolled up as if looking for the answer.

And I read it again from the top.

Thanks to many people asking about his true self this alone gave us a glimpse into a person’s life.

Grumble-

He was from Canada.

He was born into a farming family and his real name was Mac Davis.

His first kiss was when he was 17.

His partner was his girlfriend’s best friend?

He may seem like a bully but he hasn’t made a fatal mistake in his life.

Grumble-

My dream was to be a veterinarian.

When he was young he had to watch his dog suffocate and vomit in his throat.

But he failed because he didn’t have the brains to study.

It is said that he eventually enjoyed playing games occasionally while helping his parents on their farm.

Grumble-

Yes he was an ordinary person.

He is moderately kind but sometimes he goes awry and is remembered as a bad person by some….

He is an ordinary person no matter how you look at him.

Come on.

Soon I stopped scrolling at one point.

When I checked again there was a new comment attached to the comment I left.

[└Writer: I keep remembering what you said. Somehow I think you are a strong person. I hope I can clear this game and go back. Of course it’s your choice.]

The words of encouragement he left for me at a time when I couldn’t write down only a few sentences of comfort so I had to erase them and write them over and over again.

“….”

Just from the word ‘choice’ you can feel how thoughtful of a person he was.

Ta-da-da-da-

I tapped the keyboard and wrote a new comment.

I can’t see it anymore anyway…

[└Elfnunna: If I go back I will definitely write a letter to the address you wrote above.]

[└Elfnunna: Thank you for your hard work.]

I left the post leaving a meaningless comment.

And then I lay down on the bed for a while and continued to think about various things in a daze.

How long has it been since then?

[03:07]

There were only three minutes left until the round table’s watchers’ admission closed.

But what is this again?

Mei profit-

The room with the round table I hurried into was empty.

***

Crescent moon goblin fox deer horn.

And there are no clowns.

A room with a round table where only I sit.

‘…Could it be that they all participated in the subjugation war?’

As expected nothing comes to mind other than that.

3 hours within the community.

Outside that time lasts only 3 seconds.

If you don’t have those 3 seconds what other reason can you not come here?

‘I didn’t know it would be windy here too….’

Following Lee Baek-ho the wind has struck again in succession.

Before I could even feel the emptiness my eyes flashed and when I came to my senses I was back in my original room.

[Minimum number of people not met.]

[This session has ended.]

A message appears on the monitor.

That’s right this is what happens when the closing time comes and no one is there.

The essence of community activities has been completely lost.

‘Still let’s keep looking around and then go.’

In the end I had no choice but to surf the web and check out minor news.

Time passed and it was time to end.

“The character moves to Lapdonia.”

Bjorn’s familiar room and Bjorn’s body.

However it feels a little strange today.

No is it just because I’m tired?

‘Now let’s go to sleep.’

I cleared my head and lay down on the bed.

Creak.

The bed sank down with a groaning sound like it always did.

This is the end of another day.

And three days later.

“Bjorn! Hey come out and see me! The punitive force that went underground has returned!”

The army that had headed to Noark returned.

Only about one-third survived.

“….”

“….”

The army passes silently on the road with slumped shoulders.

That alone made the result obvious.

‘I really failed.’

Work became a headache.