Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 2



Episode 2 Tutorial (1)

Close your eyes.

And I ask myself:

If this is the beginning of a very very unfriendly game what am I supposed to do now?

‘First understand the situation and obtain information.’

Afterwards he seemed to come back to his senses a little.

Remembering the first task I had set for myself I slowly opened my eyes and checked my surroundings again.

Unfortunately nothing has changed from before.

“….”

That I am in a clearing in the forest.

Also it is not LED street lights that light up the dark surroundings but flickering torches.

Above all the fact that wherever you look in the east west south and north there are swarms of muscular barbarians…

“Congratulations! “Young warriors!”

Damn I guess I didn’t see it wrong.

I don’t know what they are doing huddled together in the middle of the night but their expressions are quite reverent.

Is that guy in the middle like a tribal leader?

Well it probably doesn’t matter.

“Starting today you will leave the Holy Land and be reborn as true warriors!”

I closed my eyes letting the words of the tribe leader flow through one ear.

I’m not a doctor but if I were to self-diagnose I have blackout symptoms right now.

I don’t know why I am here.

“Now let’s come out one by one and choose a weapon that suits you!”

So let’s give it a try.

What was I doing just a moment ago?

As I looked back carefully to see if there was a problem with my brain the memory immediately came back to me.

I was playing a game.

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I was about to enter the final boss room so I suppressed my excitement and activated the portal. At that time a message suddenly appeared saying that the tutorial was completed and that the transfer had begun etc. and then a bright light burst out. and….

When I came to my senses it was now.

Somehow I became more confused than at first.

“Karak the third son of Panun come out!”

First I decided to check my physical condition.

I don’t feel any pain but you never know.

With that thought in mind I lowered my head and froze in shock.

…What is this again?

“A two-handed axe! “Great!”

When I look down the hand is so big that it looks scary. And surprisingly it moves according to my will.

While I was leaving I checked other places and it was amazing.

Not only are they shirtless but all kinds of tattoos are drawn on their rugged muscles.

…For some reason they all look like they are the same size but they are all at the same eye level.

First I summarized the situation.

No actually there was nothing to organize.

For some reason I had become a barbarian without even realizing it.

“Kharak third son of Panun! With this you have become a warrior!”

Kidnapping hidden cameras psychological experiments etc.

Immediately erase similar possibilities from your mind. When the situation is so critical it would be foolish to spin the circuit of hope and forcefully fit the evidence.

It is productive to acknowledge what needs to be acknowledged and move on.

What is happening to me now is something that cannot be explained by science or modern knowledge.

Aside from this large body there is plenty of evidence to support it.

“next!”

First of all the language these barbarians use is neither Korean English nor Spanish.

A language I have never encountered in any media in my life.

The problem is that you can understand the language as naturally as your native language.

As if knowledge had been engraved in my mind.

“Pnelin’s second daughter Ainar come out!”

Secondly I am familiar with this situation.

You might be wondering what this means but it really is.

At first everything was unfamiliar but after I came to my senses a little I felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

“You chose the sword! “It’s a choice that suits you smartly!”

The young savages choose their weapons one after another.

That’s the only thing they have in common…

This is reminiscent of the introduction to [Dungeon and Stone].

To be precise this is how the game started when I chose ‘Barbarian’ among the various races.

But is this really a coincidence?

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When the mysterious light engulfed me the game I was playing was [Dungeon & Stone] and even the main character I was playing was ‘Barbarian’?

“Ainar second daughter of Pnelin! With this you have become a warrior. May the blessings of ‘Lafdonia’ be with you!”

‘This is crazy…’

I decided to stop organizing the remaining grounds.

Lafdonia.

Thanks to this one proper noun that the tribal leader just mentioned everything became meaningless.

I now know where this place is.

The world in the game I have been playing for nearly 10 years.

“The Dungeon and Stone.”

Oh what is this guy again? Why are you speaking for me?

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the barbarian sitting next to me and froze in shock. Even at first glance he was different from other barbarians.

“What is this why am I here….”

His breathing is heavy and his eyes are full of confusion.

The same goes for knowing [Dungeons & Stones]. Is this person in the same situation as me?

I felt the need to check it out but unfortunately I couldn’t even try.

“Who just opened his mouth!”

I felt dizzy for a moment due to a voice loud enough to tingle my eardrums.

Of course it wasn’t long.

I don’t know when I came but seeing the tribal leader looking down at me brought me to my senses.

“Is it you?”

As soon as the question was asked he shook his head. And naturally I looked at the barbarian sitting next to me.

A quick action that even I was impressed with.

Instead of questioning the tribe leader he turned his gaze to the barbarian next to him.

Sorry but you’re right. Opening your mouth.

“Is it you?”

“yes?”

“I just asked if it was you who muttered.”

I’ve only realized it now but the tribal leader’s expression is unusual. Just looking at the cancer it doesn’t seem like it’s just a matter of making noise…

“Oh you mean Dungeons and Stones? But… why is that?”

The guy doesn’t seem to have noticed this atmosphere yet.

“It was you….”

A brief look of regret passes through the tribal leader’s eyes as he grits his teeth.

Feeling an ominous feeling for no reason I unconsciously took a step to the side.

Then the guy tilted his head and asked.

“Is this like an event? Ah maybe the problem was that I noticed too quickly—”

I couldn’t even see what was passing by with my own eyes.

Something flashed and then an eerie sound was heard.

Suddenly-

That was the whole incident.

The time that seemed like a moment passed and the fallen head rolled around with a dull sound.

A cruel sight that seems unrealistic.

The eyes conveyed the exact information they had just seen to the brain.

“….”

A person’s head was cut off before their eyes. Bones are visible and cross sections of muscles are visible. Something white splatters on my face along with blood and flesh. What is this? Is it fat?

Well I’m not sure.

It’s not as shocking as I thought.

Even when I felt nauseous like I saw in movies or cartoons I never lost my senses and thought it was all a dream.

Pishuuut!

As I watched the blood gushing out of the person’s neck only one question filled my mind.

Why on earth did the tribal chief kill him?

“An ‘evil spirit’ resided in the soul of Oreum the son of Kadua. Young warriors erase from your memories all the words the evil spirit just uttered!”

The moment you hear the words of the tribal leader information is naturally combined in your head.

Information 1 I am an evil spirit.

Information 2 If this fact is discovered you will die.

Information 3 If I had been careful I could have ended up like that.

After coming to that conclusion a chill ran down my spine which was still intact when the person’s head was cut off.

“Vulcan! “Hurry up and report this to the temple with the body!”

“What would you like for the coming of age ceremony?”

“I will proceed!”

Although a lot of blood was shed the coming-of-age ceremony continued.

This seems to be a common occurrence here and no matter where I looked no one batted an eye. This was the same for the young warriors around him.

But is it because I’ve played so many unfriendly games?

Even though no one told me I was able to clearly understand what I had to do now.

—Please complete the coming-of-age ceremony safely without anyone finding out that you are an evil spirit.

If it were a friendly game a message like this would have appeared.

As I engraved the updated task in my mind I forced my body to stop shaking. And I acted out my facial expressions using other people’s attitudes as a guideline.

No one should feel uncomfortable with me.

To them I seem to be no different from an ‘evil spirit’ who has taken over the body of my owner.

“next!”

My heart sank when the accident happened there.

“Serum Kennick’s fourth son come out!”

I don’t know my name.

This is a serious life-threatening issue.

If you stay still even when your name is called you will definitely look suspicious.

“next!”

Of course you could just skip it because you heard it wrong.

Obviously that would be much more likely.

But if you ask me if I can be sure it’s a completely different story. What if not? What if the tribal leader asks questions because he is suspicious?

I won’t be able to answer anything.

“next!”

Did feelings of anxiety stimulate hormones in the brain?

Positive thoughts start to come to mind without end.

A weak thought like ‘If I’m called last it doesn’t matter if I don’t know your name right?’

“next!”

I felt sorry for myself.

Are you relying on luck?

On a topic where you have never been lucky in your life? You can tell just by looking at the fact that you were drawn to a place like this while playing a game.

If a guy like me is going to get through this crisis he needs a much more viable plan.

“next!”

For that reason I continued to observe my surroundings.

With his chin facing forward he looked and observed other people’s facial expressions movement habits etc. with his eyes.

As I was thinking about it a method occurred to me.

“next!”

Of course this method does not guarantee 100% accuracy.

However the time given was short and I made the final decision.

This is the most likely way to survive.

“next!”

“next!”

“next!”

After that the calling continued.

I counted about 2 seconds in my mind each time.

This was repeated eight times.

“Bjorn son of Yandel come out!”

The moment I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.

Even though two seconds have passed since their name was called no one takes a step.

As soon as I recognized this fact I took a step forward. And then he confidently walked towards the tribal leader with his shoulders straight.

Trudging.

It’s not that I’m not afraid.

Even at this moment as I take my steps I am not sure that that is my name.

Trudging.

If my judgment is wrong that crazy tribal leader will immediately call me out and say it’s suspicious.

And you’ll ask who is your mother?

I won’t be able to answer.

but.

Trudging.

I didn’t hesitate.

Even though my heart was pounding I took a deep breath and continued to take steps forward.

The reason is simple.

Because I judged this to be the most likely.

“Young warrior choose the weapon you want!”

In the end my choice was right.

There was no trace of suspicion in the tribal leader’s eyes looking at me.

The same gentle look in his eyes as he had with other young warriors.

I suppressed my strange excitement and took a deep breath.

lived

***

Less than 10 minutes have passed since I opened my eyes.

But I accepted the reality I was facing now as is.

I may seem strange to some people but…

There is no point in denying it.

It’s not like a dream.

‘Bjorn Jandel.’

From now on I must live with this name.

No you have to become this barbarian not only in name but in completeness.

I don’t know how long it will last.

Is it possible to return home? If so what should I do?…

Because I don’t know anything yet.

Well I wonder if I can go back if I meet the clear conditions of the game.

It is still too early to make conclusions about this.

Honestly I hope not.

No I haven’t been able to beat it in the 2D version yet. How can I beat this in real life?

Maybe I will have to live here for the rest of my life.

“….”

In that sense weapon selection was important.

I thought that if I dragged on I might arouse suspicion but I carefully examined each weapon one by one.

One-handed sword two-handed great sword mace iron club spear harpoon two-handed ax flail large hammer etc.

There were no bow canes at all.

For these barbarian bastards jobs like healer wizard archer where they eat raw food are not even on their minds.

Considering the racial characteristics this is only natural.

“Bjorn son of Yandel! “Choose your weapon quickly!”

As the time to choose became longer the tribal leader also began to urge.

I finally organized my thoughts.

Barbarians have no innate magical talent but have strong physical abilities.

For that reason when I raised barbarians I always gave them melee weapons and placed them on the front line.

Out of curiosity I tried growing live baba but it wasn’t that good.

Their true value was always shown in close combat.

And among them…

‘this.’

After much deliberation I chose a weapon.

“Hmm.”

The tribal leader who had been admiring and praising every time a choice was made showed a strange reaction for the first time.

I could fully understand that feeling.

“Bjorn son of Yandel! With this you have become a warrior!”

I chose a weapon that no one else chose.

***

At that time it was a dark room where the flashes of light had subsided.

“Synchronization is complete.”

「Character information and logs are recorded and sent to the administrator.」

The main unit’s fan which had been turned off starts spinning and the light leaking from the monitor illuminates the empty room.

However booting did not proceed properly.

Beep beep beep beep beep—

The DOS screen with a black background freezes and the typing is accompanied by a beep sound as if an error has occurred.

“The coming-of-age ceremony was completed safely.”

“New equipment has been installed.”

“Comprehensive item level increases by +12…”

「….」

Those sounds echoed quietly in the unoccupied room as if someone was writing down things in real time at this very moment.

Indefinitely and continuously.

「Bjorn Yandel」

Level: 1

Body: 25 / Spirit: 35 / Ability: 1

Item Level: 24 (New +24)

Total Combat Index: 67 (New+6)