Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 239



Episode 239: Awl (4)

“Puhup.”

As the goblin laughed the clown’s cold gaze turned to him.

“Queukheuhumhum!”

The goblin cleared his throat and averted his eyes as if he was coughing rather than laughing.

His deer antlers came in and defended him.

“Why bother the stern goblin? “It’s not that guy’s fault that you ended up in a small body.”

The clown made no response to the sarcastic remark.

I just look at them with a sense of contempt.

‘If he continues like this isn’t he going to stop coming next time?’

I suddenly felt that worry but fortunately the clown was top-notch.

“…Pisit.”

A clown who forces himself to smile even in situations that can be understood even if he suddenly sheds tears.

“You’re acting childish.”

For some reason I felt like I knew what he was trying to do.

The only way to reverse the situation of being unilaterally traded.

“Anyway it’s not my body so do you think there’s any harm in saying something like that?”

Mental victory.

‘He’s a real pain in the ass too.’

The clown’s lines were refreshing but his voice overflowed with hot resentment.

On the other hand what about his deer antlers?

The eyes are filled with only joy.

In fact it has been decided who the winner will be.

However Deerhorn was a ruthless man without the generosity of a winner.

“Hmm you’re saying you admit to small things?”

Is this man the devil?

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“….”

The clown who was hit in the solar plexus until the very end chose to remain silent. As I shared his words further he realized that it was he who was hurting.

“Real men.”

When the situation was over the queen laughed.

For some reason I felt embarrassed.

Actually it would look pathetic if a grown man were to hit and fight like this.

Anyway the brief incident ended at this point and the rally continued again.

“Somehow the story got lost. “Then let me continue first.”

The deer antlers announced the resumption of the meeting and released information for their turn.

“Three days ago he captured Noark’s spy in the royal family. “It looks like a few people were taken upstairs before activating the barrier.”

A captured spy…

She wonders if she might be Amelia but somehow she doesn’t think she is that woman.

Because she doesn’t have the image of being easily caught.

“I plan to kill you once I get all the information I need. Oh after torturing her to the point where she wanted to die of course.”

Soon Deerhorn looked at the clown from Noark and spoke as if he were angry.

‘First of all it seems certain that the deer antlers belong to the royal family…’

Another result brought about by the confrontation with the clown.

“Fishit is so naive. “Do you think I would even bat an eyelid if one or two of the scum that couldn’t even protect my own body died?”

Her voice was full of discomfort.

Perhaps he doesn’t like the fact that deer antlers are strong regardless of the spy’s life.

“Then it’s my turn.”

As soon as the deer antlers finished their turn the clown immediately counterattacked.

“Soon an assassin will come to Bjorn Yandel.”

…huh? suddenly?

“You’re in the middle of a heroic rampage right? It would be really fun to get a title of nobility as soon as you get it. “The prestige of the royal family will be thrown down the drain!”

Haha does this mean the shrimp’s back will explode?

Suddenly I am mentioned and I feel both embarrassed and irritated for a moment.

‘Your body hasn’t fully healed yet but you’re an assassin…’

Still the fortunate thing among the misfortunes was that I was able to find out this news in advance.

And was this also true for deer antlers?

“That’s stupid.”

Deer Antler clicked his tongue and retorted.

“You can’t even control your emotions and even kindly warn the enemy it’s really like a baby.”

“Tsk where does the confidence that I can stop it just because I know it come from?”

The fight between the two is about to begin again.

It was fun at first but now I’m starting to get sick of it so I step in and finish it.

“Now I will do it.”

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When I opened my mouth for the first time in a long time the room instantly became quiet.

I glanced at the members.

And she said fixing her eyes on the Queen.

“It was an evil spirit from another world that created the Ghostbusters.”

Ugh I was trying to save this.

***

In fact it was a kind of preemption.

Originally I used to save it to reward myself when someone told me something ‘interesting’ but…

[This community wasn’t created by GM?]

A queen who knew this information would also know that the being who created the community was an evil spirit from another world.

She figured it was better to write it before it became shit.

Cards that could establish one’s dignity as a detective were slowly running out—

“It was created by an evil spirit from another world….”

huh?

“Yes it was like that.”

The queen nodded as if something had been blocked in her was released as the gem glowed green.

What the hell did you not know?

‘…I thought the operator would definitely know.’

So then it really wasn’t ‘Soul Queens’?

I suddenly had that thought but nothing is certain yet. Maybe the Master didn’t tell him that much.

That was when she had that thought.

“Now wait a minute! What do you mean an evil spirit from another world? Does this mean there are players other than Earth?”

After a brief pause the goblin asked me in surprise.

But there’s only one thing I can do.

“The interpretation is up to you.”

If you want to get me to open my mouth just bring something interesting.

Even so I would judge it as boring.

“…I have heard of such a being. But until now I thought it was just a rumor.”

She seemed to be thinking for a while but even Deer Antler let out an exclamation as if he had heard an amazing secret.

‘If you look at things like this Baekho is definitely amazing.’

As with this information most of the information about the person who created the current investigator came from Lee Baek-ho’s mouth.

“It’s a good thing Fishit stayed too.”

The clown who had been beaten throughout the meeting also nodded her head in satisfaction as if she found my information interesting.

It seems like they think they did a good job of laying down the iron face.

“…This makes me more interested.”

With eyes filled with enthusiasm the Queen suggested that the meeting continue for one more round but unfortunately this was the end of this meeting.

Yes even the goblin raised the white flag.

“I have nothing more to say so I’ll stop.”

“Then I’ll stop here too. “I think it would be difficult to find information that all four of us don’t know.”

Soon Deerhorn also declared his non-participation and the meeting naturally came to an end.

“Then I will go first.”

The clown who usually stayed and chatted with members left as soon as the meeting ended.

Well it would be a little uncomfortable to stay and talk in a place where everything has been exposed.

“Fishit then next time I’ll make sure to bring something fun.”

A clown who pretends to be friendly until the end even after being treated like that.

To be honest it was a bit absurd but…

The strong and weak attitude was worth imitating.

After all is there a reason for surviving so long?

“Then I wake up first too.”

When I got up opened the door and went out I saw a fox waiting for me leaning blankly on the empty hallway wall.

“Ah is it finished?”

I nodded and the fox led me to a place. Not the main room with a round table but a small reception room nearby.

Oh there was a room like this here too.

“….”

As we sat on the sofa facing each other a strange silence fell between us.

However it is Ha-su who opens his mouth first here.

As we waited leisurely the fox opened his mouth first.

“Well… first of all thank you for taking the time.”

“Just the main point.”

When I chanted briefly the fox made a ‘tsk’ sound flinched and then cautiously asked.

“Mr. Investigator do you know why I called you today…?”

Of course I don’t know.

But giving an honest answer here would also be a waste of time.

“Are you thinking of giving it a try?”

I muttered coldly.

“Not me! “That’s not it…!”

“I guess it’s not that urgent yet.”

While saying that I pretended to get up from my seat.

Well this is what’s urgent.

I don’t know the exact reason but that’s for sure.

Otherwise there would have been no reason to create a separate space like this.

‘Clearly something happened that required the power or information of an investigator.’

Regarding the fox case I leisurely gathered my thoughts while the round table was in progress.

And ultimately I decided that if I used it well I might be able to find out the identity of the fox.

What would it be like in reality?

“Please please. “If you know my situation please help me.”

The fox pleaded earnestly.

However even from that it conveyed a feeling of complete disbelief in me.

If you know…

‘As expected seeing that I knew the identity of the clown he was trying to ask me for help.’

If your identity has already been discovered there is nothing to lose so get help or think about it some more.

That’s so clever.

“You are trying to taunt me until the end.”

I got up from my seat as if there was nothing more to see.

Anyway there was nothing I could do in my current state.

Actually the only person I know is the clown.

I don’t know anything about the fox’s circumstances.

Therefore…

“You’re not desperate yet.”

I say

That’s not the way to ask an investigator.

“Come visit me again when you feel more desperate.”

As soon as I got up completely and headed towards the door the fox shouted urgently.

“You just have to tell me! “At least you know my situation or not!”

A voice that exudes resentment somewhere.

I chuckled unconsciously at this unexpected innocence.

“Why should I do that?”

“that-”

I said refusing to allow the fox to answer.

“It would be fun that way.”

Oh this is a male lion.

***

A spacious room reminiscent of a hotel suite.

“What are those two talking about right now?”

A man lying in bed woke up and muttered to himself.

“Hey I’m curious what are you doing? “They don’t always tell me anyway.”

In fact it was something the man was familiar with.

Since his school days he was often left out among his friends.

Well I was lucky anyway.

The virtual currency I bought out of boredom turned out to be a huge hit and I was able to live in a house like this.

Now what does that mean?

“There are less than five hours left.”

The man who checked her time sat down at the table in the living room and tapped on the keyboard of her laptop.

It was his only pleasure once a month.

Chatting in a virtual space like this makes you feel like you’ve returned to the original world.

“It’s Bjorn Yandel….”

The bulletin board he looked at only contained stories about a man.

So this rice cake is the main dish today right?

[Have you heard that Bjorn Yandel will become a nobleman?]

-I’m truly jealous. There’s a lot of talk about being a player but what does it really matter? At that point whether I’m a player or not I’ll probably just want to live here.

The man spent his free time leaving comments on various posts.

[Bling0_0: Admitted. If she were a noble she would be able to have multiple wives. I live here too. I heard from her that her colleagues are also very pretty.]

[└arolf5205: Jeongsil is Misha. I saw her from afar and she was really cute.]

[└Ykbell: Am I Erwen? I like that fairy.]

[└cherylvander: Isn’t she that barbarian woman to her ideal man?]

When you go to a post with a high number of views and attract aggro there are tons of great comments.

The man she was reading frowned at her.

[Pnec: You idiot. Seeing that she envies such a shitty barbarian she knows your level.]

Okay today is this guy.

The man grinned.

Because she knows.

The less educated they are at home the better their hitting skills are.

‘Now that I think about it it seems like swearing works well for you.’

The man who recalled an incident from earlier chuckled and left a comment in response to her.

[└Bling0_0: Yes 3cm there. 1/10th of Bjorn. Your hands and feet are shaking right now because you’re jealous right?]

Tiring!

Before long a notification that a large comment had been made appeared.

[└Pnec:…Who the fuck are you?]

It was a slightly unexpected reaction.

[└Bling0_0: What is it? Is it really 3cm?]

[└Pnec: Why are there so many strange bastards? Just go away.]

[└Bling0_0: Yes it doesn’t turn off. What is missing is the wife who will meet you later. No matter how nice a girl is she can’t stand 3cm and runs away. So even if she becomes a noblewoman she can’t have a single concubine.]

[└Pnec:…Hey where do you live?]

As expected rave reviews came out not long after.

The man grinned and clung to me without stopping. Although the other party also made personal attacks in some way from the beginning…

[└cherylvander: The notification kept popping up so I did something but what on earth are these two doing here? lol]

[└Ykbell: Everyone stop it. From my perspective as someone who graduated from MIT’s engineering school this is a complete defeat of 3cm.]

[└1spring: But looking at what you say. I think it’s really 3cm.]

Users who had been watching the fight as if they were in awe took part in a round of cooking and before they knew it the other party had deleted all of their comments and jumped out.

‘The bastard is ugly.’

The man who won her victory felt her refreshment and stretched out her legs.

How long has it been like that?

Before we knew it the time had come for the community to close.

“Parab sir Parab sir!”

When she opened her eyes a priest sitting next to her was quietly shouting and shaking his shoulder.

“What should I do when you sleep!”

“Oh I’m sorry….”

The man quickly apologized and then listened to the bishop who stood at her podium.

No she pretended not to.

Because this is not a community world where you can reveal your true nature.

You must portray the appearance of a faithful paladin.

‘Ha if I had known it would be this hard I would have chosen a different job.’

About an hour later today’s midnight prayer came to an end. However before returning to her room her man chatted with her colleagues and took a moment for some companionship.

But is it because she visited the community?

Because she was tired she just listened rather than speaking and her colleague asked her worriedly.

“Is Parav okay? “Your complexion doesn’t look good.”

“Is it because of that? Just shake it off. “Is it your fault that you had an upset stomach that day and couldn’t enter the labyrinth?”

“I’m glad you’re alive.”

“God helped me.”

Her colleagues were mistaken but she did not correct them.

She just nodded her head as if she was bitter.

“Okay I need to shake it off.”

Actually I didn’t even have an upset stomach.

I just had an ominous feeling that something was wrong so I just made an excuse to take a break.

She had no idea how dizzy she was the next day when a pillar of fire rose from the dimensional plaza.

“How about you go in first and rest?”

“No I’ll be right next to you. “I think it would be better that way.”

“…If that’s the case.”

Afterwards her colleagues continued to chat.

The story of the barbarian was a hot topic here too.

“That friend will become a nobleman?”

“I think it’s a good thing. “After hearing it from the priest who was with him that day he was indeed a noble person.”

As befits religious people who regard her humility as a virtue her male colleagues praised the new hero without jealousy or suspicion.

‘That’s really not fun.’

As expected it is difficult to find the freewheeling spirit in her community.

The man feeling somewhat stuffy spat out without realizing it.

“Isn’t he a little suspicious?”

“Is it suspicious?”

“Isn’t it common to build such a reputation in just one year?”

“That’s right Hanema.”

“Maybe he’s an evil spirit?”

What she said seemed like a joke but she actually meant it.

Even though public opinion in the community was leaning towards her not…

He thought it made no sense unless he was a player.

What do your colleagues think about this?

“….”

Silence came over the man’s words.

Of course it didn’t take long.

“Hahahaha!”

Colleagues all burst into laughter.

“How could it be an evil spirit?”

“He’s a friend that Director Krovitz likes. “Such doubts are not good.”

“What evil spirit would know how to sacrifice and sacrifice his life for his comrades?”

“This guy is joking too much today!”

The man’s face became hot for some reason.

Of course it wasn’t that strange.

Since I was young I was always teased like this and stood out from the crowd.

‘Okay I guess I just thought wrong this time.’

The man sighed and returned to her room.

It happened all the time.