Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 193



Episode 193: Biffron (3)

The third floor of the tavern where Team Apple Narak always gathered.

Raven let out an untimely sigh.

It was because of one person who was unable to attend due to unforeseen circumstances.

“First of all we gathered together as promised but we won’t be able to settle the account properly like this.”

It’s already been three days since he returned to the city.

Raven went to Melbee alone on behalf of the absent leader and sold all of his loot.

The price is a whopping 152.4 million stones.

“Huh?! “It’s the first time I’ve ever heard of a unit number!!”

“Wow you really got that price without the equipment we brought?”

“First of all it’s like collecting all the equipment of seven mid-level explorers and selling it. Even the number item ‘Foxfire Knot’ has only been listed on the exchange and has not yet been sold.”

“…I expected it to some extent but it was truly shocking.”

As soon as they heard the amount an empty sound came out of everyone’s mouth.

The reaction was exactly what I expected.

But why do I feel so disappointed in some way?

Raven unconsciously glanced at the empty seat.

‘I didn’t know it was there but now that it’s not there I’m kind of bored.’

Bjorn son of Yandel.

Team Apple A barbarian warrior and team leader who serves as Narak’s guardian. If he had been there he would probably have been waging a war of nerves over the distribution ratio by now.

[Since this is a special trophy do you want 40% of the Manticore’s essence value as your share? That’s a strange calculation. I don’t know if I won the dice that day but since I got this from the dwarf it’s right to distribute it equally.]

[Then what about the 20 million stones you received as a fee?]

[Of course I will give you the cost of the test tube you used. But ask for 40% of the labor fee? I guess there was no mention of such labor costs in the distribution contract for special loot?]

There would have been a conversation roughly like this and he would have smiled like he always did and suggested a new compromise.

At the time I thought it was done for profit.

Maybe that wasn’t necessarily the case….

“Aruru what are you thinking like that?”

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“It’s nothing.”

Raven finished his work shaking off his idle thoughts.

“If there is no one who needs money immediately I will keep this money until Mr. Yandel comes.”

“Yes yes. Yes. “I can lend Einar money.”

“also!! “Do I have to borrow it?”

“I don’t have much money to repay anyway. If you rush ahead for no reason the calculations will become complicated and it will be difficult to complete. So just be patient until then. “Okay?”

“I get it!”

“Hmm I said it was the 20th right? “Now there’s a little over 15 days left.”

Raven felt strange for some reason.

He said it himself first.

But is it normal for people to nod so obediently when they say they will keep over 100 million worth of goods to themselves?

If you ask me no.

Raven couldn’t hold back the question that seemed like a wizard and spit it out.

“Aren’t you all worried? “I said I would keep it.”

“Hmm?”

“worry? “Why do you do that!”

A reaction as if they were asking all kinds of strange things.

I felt even more strange.

It’s definitely not a bad feeling but should I say that it’s difficult to pinpoint and define?

‘Is that why he used awakening magic at that time?…’

In the past when I heard that story from Bjorn I thought he was a really naive person.

That’s something a magic tower wizard would never do.

But now I think I can understand the behavior a little bit.

Not a lot but about 1%.

“Anyway today’s agenda is over.”

After completing the purpose of the meeting we ate together and chatted about various things.

Of course most of the topics were about the team leader who was away.

“What kind of place is Arurung Biffron?”

“…It’s a bad place. “Even noble people have no choice but to become ugly when they go there.”

“That’s what poverty and hunger are like.”

“Mr. Urikfried did you have times like that?”

“… In his third year he lost all his equipment. At that time he ate only bread for a whole year and barely managed to save money to get back on his feet. “I remember he paid his taxes very easily.”

The atmosphere became a little heavier.

Misha carefully voiced her concerns.

“I guess Bjorn is doing well?”

“What are you so worried about Mr. Karlstein? I must have a lot of money and be strong. What’s difficult there? “You’re probably resting well as if you’re on vacation right now?”

“Hmm that would be nice….”

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Raven chuckled and shook his head.

She looked so pretty that no matter what she said to the woman she was in love with it would reach her ears.

‘He was a year older than me….’

For some reason he felt envious.

Will the day ever come when I make a face like that?

It’s not easy to imagine right now.

As she was staring Misha turned her head as if she was embarrassed and pinched her stern Ainar’s waist.

“Stop eating Einar meat and talk to me too. “Aren’t you worried about Bjorn?”

“…huh? Bjorn? Why are you worried about Bjorn? Bjorn is a great warrior! “We can live better without laws!”

A truly barbarian-like answer.

Normally this would have been the time to shake their heads and say something one by one but surprisingly everyone kept their mouths shut as if they had made a promise.

It was a simple reason.

“….”

I really thought so.

Wasn’t he a man who cleverly got around the law and did whatever he wanted?

***

Shout out.

Bigger than ever.

“Behel—laaaaaaa!!!!!”

My current location is the 4th floor terrace of the old official building of District 14 Administrative Office. For reference there are a total of 514 subordinates standing in line on the ground.

And there is only one thing they need to do now.

Since I sang the first song I sing the chorus.

“Behel—ra!”

This is an achievement achieved in just three days since coming here.

He became the boss of the ‘Western Union’ that occupied the western region of Biffron.

It wasn’t difficult.

In a place where there is no law it would be natural and reasonable for force to become the law.

Oh they just attacked and destroyed everything.

“Your voice is small!”

“Behel—laaaa!”

“Louder!!!”

“Be behel—raaaa!”

As soon as I had a subordinate I taught him the barbarian battle cry but it wasn’t very practical. Is it because there isn’t a single barbarian among all these people?

It will likely take some time to become satisfied.

If someone asks the fundamental question why I teach in the first place there is only one answer I can give.

I am a K-Barbarian who inherited the Hongik Ingan spirit.

Of course good things should be shared.

“Behel—laaaaa!!!”

I didn’t like it for some reason so I gripped the mace tightly and my voice got louder.

Okay this is enough to pass.

“Then that’s the end for today! Go back and play! Oh don’t do anything that hurts others!”

“yes!!”

After finishing the regular morning meeting that started today he dispersed his subordinates. Although quite a few people had broken legs and were on crutches they all escaped the venue safely with the help of their colleagues.

Then it’s my turn to start breakfast.

“I have prepared some tea.”

As we entered the room a man with a jellyfish cut and a bald head bent down to serve brunch.

He is the guy who was the boss of the Western Union until yesterday.

For your information because of his severe alopecia areata he usually wore a wig but was told to take it off from now on.

How dare his subordinates hide something from their boss?

“Tea and bread….”

I couldn’t help but sigh as I looked at the breakfast laid out on the table.

“Are you kidding? “Bring alcohol and meat.”

“yes? Ah yes! I’m sorry. “I don’t know much so I just eat what I usually eat—.”

“Because I eat this for breakfast my hair falls out even though I’m young.”

“It’s because of the witch’s poison!”

what.

If that were really true everyone here would have lost their hair.

“Don’t make ugly excuses.”

“….”

After waiting for a while the table was set with crispy grilled meat.

I just ate it with my bare hands as usual.

The hand leather itself was thick and had high flame resistance so getting hot wasn’t a problem.

“What was your name? “I don’t remember.”

“Well you didn’t ask….”

Is it treason?

The guy who was thinking that thought realized his mistake and quickly put his words together.

“This is Zingkasar Peljain.”

“That’s unusual. “What’s the name?”

“It’s a South Central style naming.”

Ah my ancestors were desert people.

For some reason my skin was dark.

“Hmm.”

I looked at him for a moment and thought about it.

Zingkasar Peljain. Isn’t this a very troublesome name to pronounce?

For practicality it needs to be reduced a little.

Okay since it’s Mr. Jing…

“Winging. Okay it would be better to do it with Squidward.”

“…yes?”

“From now on I will call you Jingjing.”

The answer didn’t come until a long time later.

“………yes.”

“We should also add a boss at the back.”

“Yes boss….”

Squidward didn’t seem to like the new name he was given at all but what was Ji going to do?

If you twist it you win.

Or I should have managed my subordinates well so that they wouldn’t argue with me.

“water.”

“yes?”

“water.”

“Oh yeah!”

After finishing my meal I swallowed the antidote given to me by the driver with water. It’s a bit uncomfortable because I don’t know the ingredients but Raven has guaranteed its stability so it’s probably okay.

‘I feel more uncomfortable if I don’t eat it in the first place.’

Biffron is an area where the ‘Guardian Magic Circle’ has been damaged.

The ‘witch’s poison’ that brought the world to an end is leaking in at this very moment and all residents here are exposed to it.

For reference it is easy to think of the witch’s poison as radioactive.

As it is a fantasy world there is one unique aspect.

‘They say it doesn’t appear until the age of 15 and after that the probability of it appearing increases depending on the exposure time.’

To explain it in a more game-like way Biffron can be said to be a place covered in probability-type instant death floors.

For adults life expectancy after deportation is 8 to 9 years.

Even so the ‘guardian magic circle’ is only half-functioning so if you go outside the castle walls you will die within a day.

‘Well no one has ever gone outside.’

The world outside the city is an unknown space even to me.

Even in the game it was completely blocked by the system.

So in that sense…

“I’m full. Let’s go for a walk.”

“…I will serve you by my side.”

I took Squidward for a walk.

Then I walked blindly in one direction and asked various things I was curious about.

As he was the head of a group he knew more than the kid who gave directions on the first day and he sincerely answered even questions that may have been a little strange.

They are sacrificing their souls to play the game of captain.

“If you have any further questions please ask anything. I Zingkasar Feljan will answer everything.”

Well it was obvious that he was lying flat on his face like that.

Since he was going to be gone in 20 days he probably thought it would be enough to just accommodate him during that time. Because if you hit someone in the back for no reason and fail you’re sure to get kicked out.

‘Should I at least thank that little boy?’

There was no way he had planned to take over the Western Union by being exiled to Biffron but it was not something he did without thinking.

Whether you like it or not isn’t this a place where you have to stay for 20 days?

I decided that it would be less of a hassle if I set aside some space.

There was also something I wanted to find out personally.

Well it’s not like there wasn’t a reason why I was bored.

“But boss how far are you planning to go? “We have already entered the eastern territory.”

“Just follow me.”

As the morning walk continued for more than two hours Squidward expressed doubt.

“But if you go further from here there is only a castle wall….”

“That is the destination.”

Why the empty castle walls?

That look passed by for a moment but Squidward didn’t ask another question.

He learned how to talk to me in just one day.

Trudging.

The street near the castle wall we arrived at.

I climbed to the roof of the building that seemed tallest and looked at the castle walls.

‘It’s the same here too.’

As in other areas soldiers were seen standing guard on the castle walls.

Now that I think about it I’ve always been curious about this.

Why are the soldiers looking in this direction instead of outside?

“well. “Isn’t it because you’re afraid someone might go outside?”

I asked curiously but the only answer I got was that.

Actually I thought that was the case too.

From the beginning everyone knew that.

but….

‘Is there really a need to do this in Bifron?’

In any case from the royal family’s perspective it would be good for these people to disappear. No rather if you die from the ‘witch’s poison’ while crossing the castle wall it will help you gain ‘legitimacy’ for the royal family.

‘As expected it’s strange.’

It was a contradiction I felt as soon as I arrived here.

Biffron’s ‘Guardian Magic Circle’ is broken.

So when you set up a guard on the castle wall you have to feed the soldiers an antidote.

But is it a waste of resources to set up a sentry?

‘There’s something.’

I had that intuition.

The same intuition that led me to discover so many hidden pieces.

However even when I looked up at the top of the castle wall and tried to organize my thoughts I could not find an answer.

A plausible hypothesis came to mind…

There is still insufficient evidence to support this.

“Stop going back. get hungry.”

“yes.”

Soon he took his eyes off the castle wall and turned his back.

But then I saw a group of dozens of people on the street below.

“They’re from the East. “It seems like they heard we were here and came rushing in. What are you going to do?”

The words themselves seemed to be asking for the doctor but Squidward’s eyes showed the expectation that I would destroy the other side in the same way.

I can see what’s inside.

“It’s done. We will return to our area so please guide us. “If possible avoid encountering those guys.”

As I was about to take a slow step I became as hard as a stone.

It was because of one face among the eastern guys.

‘…Amelia Lane Wales?’

Why is he here?