Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 26



Episode 26: Marauder (3)

“Einar When something happens always think of the worst first.”

Just look at what happened just moments ago.

What happened to the hope circuit after a chance encounter with human explorers?

The world doesn’t work the way you want it to.

“The reason we were able to escape from that place was because she let go. I guess she thought she could get it right away if she wanted to. So it’s still too early to be reassured.”

The words became uncharacteristically long for me.

Let’s talk briefly about the main topic.

“She must have been—”

“She must be secretly watching nearby.”

Oh my…

I thought at most he was on his way.

After all there is a bottom at the bottom.

Or maybe there’s something wrong with my intelligence.

“Bjorn!”

As Einar and I put down our backpacks and take up fighting stances a woman appears from the darkness.

He is still not wearing a mask.

“It’s a shame Barbarian.”

…What kind of creepy bitch is this?

“Still the struggle just now was impressive.”

From what I heard it seems like it’s a gnome’s special ability and they’ve been watching us for a while…

There are parts that do not make logical sense.

“…Why did you show up now?”

It took several minutes before I could drink the potion and move around.

But why didn’t you aim for that time?

The moment I was waiting for an answer.

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“Ugh!”

The yellow head gets up as if bouncing off the floor and starts running with all its might.

Einar and I were slow to react because we were paying attention to the psychopathic bitch.

but….

dump!

A thin needle-like object flew in a straight line and stuck in the yellow head’s neck.

Was there even poison on it?

Despite the minor injury the yellow head twitched like a trembling aspen and soon became limp.

This made me realize.

This is not the time to leisurely ask why.

“Ainar!”

There was no need for long words between us.

The moment I just called your name.

As if waiting Einar pushes off the ground and leaps forward.

I too was the same.

Unless you can run away.

Because there will be no choice but to fight.

Huh!

The Marauder bitch easily dodges Einar’s great sword by bending down. And at the right time to evade he blocks the mace with his dagger.

Kaang!

This is crazy….

How many purified water have you consumed?

Of course the dagger that blocked the mace was fine.

When the woman applies force in reverse her body is pushed backwards.

“Stop being meaningless Barbarian.”

well.

That seems like a very difficult request.

Even if it’s meaningless.

“Behel—ra!”

I am a barbarian.

Of course my mind has not yet shed all the grime of modern man.

Kaang!

I am afraid every day the pain shows no signs of getting used to it and I still think of a way to escape.

Nevertheless one thing agrees with them.

Kaang!

If there is only one path left.

I choose to go beyond that.

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Without hesitation.

Kaang!

At the same time as the dagger collided he threw away the mace and attempted a tackle.

As expected he didn’t even nod.

Why is the physical ability so high for a subject who is an explorer?

A sigh comes out of nowhere.

But even if you can’t knock it over you can at least hang on to it.

“Ainar! “Now!”

Before I could shout Einar’s great sword was already swinging in an exciting straight line.

At this Marauder Bitch who had been expressionless the entire time showed emotion on her face for the first time.

“…!”

Embarrassed or annoyed.

Well maybe it’s anger.

Sigh!

Pain bloomed down his spine.

Did you stab him in the spine?

What on earth do you do with the armor?

Without even having a chance to question myself I lose all my strength.

“The character falls into [paralysis] state.”

I tried to hold on to my pants somehow but my body which had been running wild like a monster even after being stabbed in the neck did not listen to me at all.

Sigh!

At that time the sound of fabric was heard again in succession.

Scream! With a sound Einar’s great sword fell to the floor.

I checked by moving only his eyeballs and saw that a dagger was deeply embedded in Einar’s wrist.

I wanted to go this far but…

Although Ainar was in pain he did not stop his body.

“Ugh!”

He swings his left fist instead of his right arm which has lost its weapon and is incapacitated.

Looking at that fighting spirit I feel like I know it again.

Why is a barbarian who looks no different from a large human being treated as a monster by everyone?

However the opponent was not good.

Huh!

The woman who had dodged the woman’s fist with her flexible movements did not stop there and grabbed Einar’s wrist and twisted it….

Coo!

I just slammed it down on the floor.

Einar immediately grabbed his ground and tried to stand up but he kept slipping and falling.

His sinewy arms were trembling.

The woman muttered coldly as she looked at that scene.

“Give up. “There is nothing you can do once you have been hit by the Basilisk’s paralyzing poison.”

As if a death sentence had been handed down.

His mind turns white and his vision becomes dark.

Equipment skills experience…

There is a stark difference in all areas.

Even if I think about it I can’t think of any means to overturn the current situation.

That was when the word death was engraved in my mind.

“Wouldn’t it have been nice if you had listened to me obediently?”

The woman bent down at her waist and released my stiffened hand from holding the hem of her pants.

And she said dryly:

“Barbarian swear that you will not tell anyone what happened today. Then I will save your life.”

…what?

***

After a moment of silence.

The woman opened her mouth.

“If he didn’t run away right away I was planning on suggesting this from the beginning. “Because I owe the barbarian something.”

I could instinctively feel that this was the only way to survive but…

I don’t understand.

As I desperately raised my head and looked the woman briefly explained.

“If possible I don’t want to kill the barbarian with my own hands.”

With my own hands….

Is that why you just watched me while I was being pushed around by the yellow head?

Because you thought you could blow your nose without using your hands?

“Bjorn… the marauder’s words. “Don’t believe it… they’re just playing with us.”

But even if you say that you have no choice right?

Is she being made fun of or is she just being fooled?

It doesn’t make any difference to me anyway.

After spitting out the blood that had accumulated to the end of her throat she asked.

“What do you plan to do if I decline the offer…?”

“Of course I will kill you. “Because that was the promise from the beginning.”

“A promise… with whom?”

“You don’t need to know that.”

It was the same tone as usual but somehow it sounded a little harsher.

“Choose. “I’ll give you some time—”

“I swear on my warrior’s honor.”

No need for time.

It’s not like there are any other options.

“…surely you are a bit unusual.”

The psychopathic bitch looked down at me for a moment with a strange look and sprayed something.

This pain is so familiar.

Without further ado it’s a potion.

“You have taken the recovery potion (above).”

“The character’s paralysis will be lifted.”

The stiff muscles relax and the body gradually begins to gain strength.

“What should you do female barbarian?”

The woman took her gaze away from me and bit her mouth.

Ainar gave her answer after a short silence.

“…I refuse.”

“I see.”

The woman didn’t ask again.

She just nodded her head slightly.

But her actions struck me even more clearly.

She didn’t draw her weapon or pose in any other threatening manner…

Now this woman will kill Einar.

And there was only one thing I could do to prevent that outcome.

“…Say the Einar oath.”

“Bjorn?”

“Didn’t you say you would follow me completely?”

“That’s true but the warrior’s oath is….”

Damn what are you going to do to protect your pride?

“Pnelin’s second daughter Einar!!”

Einar stiffened at my shout.

I lowered my voice looked into her eyes and spoke calmly.

“Trust me now. “This is the right choice.”

After a moment of silence Ainar opened her mouth with difficulty.

“…i get it. “I will swear.”

“Well thought out.”

Afterwards when she swore to Einar she even used her potion to treat the psychopath.

Is this really stick and carrot?

The feeling of being forced to make a choice by force was no different from before or now.

It’s so fucking disgusting.

“…What floor is it?”

As soon as her treatment was over she turned her back and hurriedly asked the woman who was about to leave.

To this endless question the woman tilted her head for a moment and gave a short answer.

“8th floor.”

After all it wasn’t around the 5th floor.

For some reason the subject who is an explorer was really strong.

Even if I had 10 more people I probably wouldn’t have been a match for this bitch.

but….

Grumbling.

I made a promise as I watched the psychopathic bitch disappear before my eyes like smoke.

Next time it will be different.

***

“Are you okay Einar?”

“…I’m fine. “I can wake up alone.”

Einar pushed my hand away and stood up on his own.

I wondered if he was disappointed in me but maybe it was he not me who was disappointed.

Because barbarians have an honest side.

“….”

I decided to leave Einar with his complicated eyes for a while and check my condition.

First of all this…

Crash.

When I take off her armor and check her back I see a hole the size of a dagger.

The penetration surface is very clean.

…Could it be an ‘Auror’?

Nimmi.

How could you come across such a monster just on the second floor and in such a large land of the dead? What kind of crappy case is this?

All I can think about is that I need to become stronger as soon as possible.

It’s the only way to go home and protect myself in this shit world.

“What will Bjorn do now?”

“…Going down to the first floor.”

The Land of the Dead is not a bad hunting ground.

But I have no intention of staying in this place where that crazy bitch roams around. Isn’t it possible that he may come back saying he changed his mind?

“I see… I understand.”

A very downcast Einar followed my words without asking any questions.

Mental care is not my specialty but…

Afterwards once I get down I should say something.

It looks like the world has collapsed.

“Follow me carefully.”

I avoided most avoidable battles and followed the mark.

About 6 hours have passed since then.

We were finally able to return to the portal leading down to the first floor.

thud-!

This time I landed safely while Einar rolled on the floor.

And very badly.

However she slowly got up without moaning as if nothing had happened.

“…Doesn’t it hurt?”

“sick.”

“But why…”

“For me not a warrior it’s not worth the pain.”

…The situation is much more serious than I thought.

Was it so humiliating to swear as if begging for her life?

Well it was like that in the game too.

“That Einar…?”

“Why are you calling me?”

“The warrior who survives is the strong one. “Rather than ending with a one-time loss it opens up the possibility of victory later!”

“If you talk too long it’s hard to understand.”

Although she deliberately spoke energetically Einar’s voice was still gloomy.

“But somehow I feel like I understand what it means that the warrior who survives is the strongest.”

“Is that so?”

“To be able to overcome this humiliation and the urge to commit suicide must mean that you are a strong warrior. “Like you Bjorn.”

No I don’t have anything like that…?

When you say suicide you’re not some kind of samurai.

That wasn’t what I meant in the first place.

But there’s no need to deny that you’ve been caught.

“Einar you can do it.”

“I don’t know if I will be able to overcome this pain… but I will try.”

“Yes there will be a day when you will repay your shame.”

With sincere support we resumed our movement. And after deciding to camp in a suitable place I let Einar sleep first.

“I’ll wake you up in two hours.”

“…I will make sure you get consideration this time.”

Be considerate….

This is half right and half wrong.

[07:39]

In terms of time it is the morning of the third day.

I haven’t slept for over 20 hours already.

Moreover after going through something like that the mental fatigue is enormous.

But even if I closed my eyes I wouldn’t have been able to sleep for a long time anyway.

“….”

It’s not like I’m driven by extreme impulses like Einar but…

Because I felt the same as feeling dirty.

It is similar to the pain felt when drinking a potion.

No matter how many times you experience this type of feeling you never get used to it.

Crackling.

The last time I was saved by the blonde group it was similar to today.

The priest looked into my eyes and refused treatment.

The prosecutor threw the potion away like a toy as if it was a waste.

Even while watching that I fell down like a dog and took the potion.

Of course I should have been happy that I survived but…

As a result emotions that were difficult to describe arose.

“Whoa….”

He let out a long breath as if shaking off distracting thoughts.

What the hell am I doing now?

It’s not like me to be swayed by emotions and suffer.

Maybe it’s time to get it out of the way.

I closed my eyes and for the first time in a while I remembered the advice given to me by someone I respected when I was young.

‘Remember you are nothing. You’ll never be special.’

A magic spell that has always made me a better person.

Yes let’s even use this emotion as raw material.

As always.

Because it would be at least a little more efficient that way.