Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 298



Episode 298: Evil Spirit (2)

I feel strange.

Now I don’t feel sorry for him nor do I regret hitting him with the mace back then.

It feels somewhat uncomfortable and stuffy.

“You don’t look good.”

“….”

“Did you know this kid?”

I shook my head at Amelia’s question.

And I asked one thing I was curious about.

“What happens to children like that when they become adults?”

“Become an explorer.”

“Is there no other way? “I guess you could work at the castle or something like that.”

“It’s impossible. “Those children came under Seongju after making that promise in the first place.”

“A promise?”

“Instead of raising you you will do whatever you ask.”

It was absurd.

“Do you think giving them all the chores and using them as bait for looting will help them grow?”

“Children who survive hell grow up strong.”

As soon as I heard those words the words the tribal leader had told me suddenly flashed through my mind.

[You know right? Only the warriors who survive become strong warriors.]

In a way it was a similar context.

An environment where you have no choice but to become stubbornly strong in order to survive.

Seongju deliberately put the children in that environment.

“Still if you exclude the early years when they mainly serve as bait the mortality rate tends to gradually decrease. “The same applies to how children are treated by their assigned team.”

Amelia continued.

If you survive as a decoy for about 3 years your qualifications will be recognized and you will begin receiving training in weapon skills.

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Moreover it is said that if an unclaimed essence comes out during a hunt you can eat that essence…

“Children who go through that kind of life become a force that can be put to use as soon as they become adults.”

“What if I decided to quit when I became an adult?”

“That won’t happen. Usually we receive consistent ideological education from a young age. “When you become an adult you become a servant who is more loyal to the castle lord than anyone else.”

“But what if I still come to my senses and quit?”

Amelia frowned persistently and then she opened her mouth.

“We are going to do correction work. “Be faithful again.”

“….”

“Don’t worry too much. “There wouldn’t be any children who went into Seongju without knowing that.”

The conversation ended there.

But I kept thinking about it after that.

What kind of time did the player who entered the body of ‘Gencia Naprin’ have to spend?

Well maybe it wasn’t that bad.

Because Noark doesn’t just kill people because they are evil spirits.

‘…But I won’t let you go freely.’

From the castle lord’s point of view an evil spirit must have resided in the body of Injae whom he raised by feeding him the remaining essence for several years.

The castle owner would have made whoever the evil spirit resided in continue to live the life of ‘Jensia’.

Even if it’s just a little stronger ‘correction’.

‘Anyway whether it was discovered that it was an evil spirit or it was hidden well it would have had to go looting from the beginning. Then treating everyone as NPCs and not treating them as people may actually have been a defense mechanism or something…’

No why do I keep wondering about this?

‘Let’s stop thinking.’

I finished thinking about it at this point.

It doesn’t matter to me what kind of environment the player had to survive in.

That woman tried to kill me.

Okay so…

She said ‘She just did what she had to do.’

That’s the whole story.

Now that I’ve organized it like this it feels a bit more stuffy.

“Whatever Amelia. Let’s go. “You have to do what you have to do.”

“Why do you… have such severe mood swings?”

“Isn’t he a barbarian!”

After shaking off all the unpleasant feelings I continued fishing for predators using the secret technique of ‘inner self-disaster’.

Just like that another few days passed….

“Oh there’s a subspace ring again.”

It was a time when I was organizing the looter team’s equipment as usual.

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“…huh?”

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As soon as I tilted my head the ground shook as if there had been an earthquake.

To be honest I was quite embarrassed.

Huh I hadn’t even thought about this case.

Like a thud!

A crack was created on the third floor.

***

A crack opens in the class that one enters.

It was a little unexpected but it wasn’t anything to be particularly surprised or surprised about.

This is something that can happen at any time during exploration.

But the problem is…

‘Why now?’

We did not enter the labyrinth for normal exploration.

There isn’t even any purified water in the 3rd floor crack that I can drink.

No since the essence slot is full in the first place it is impossible to eat the corpse golem without clearing its essence.

Aren’t there number items and crack stones instead?

You can’t take them back 20 years anyway.

If I sell something the money will help me stay here but…

‘Stop drinking kimchi soup and let’s check first.’

I quickly finished thinking about it.

Opening a crack and being able to enter the crack were two different things.

“Where is Amelia?

A person with the talent of a guide can know the location of a rift when it is created.

If so where was the crack created?

If the closest thing is several hours away we can’t get there no matter what we do.

So you don’t even have to worry—

“5 minutes north.”

Wow it really opened right in front of you.

It should have come out like this a long time ago.

Last time on the 5th floor I had to suffer because a crack was created in a completely different area.

“Do something! “Let’s go!”

When I shouted with the intention of running away Amelia briefly asked back.

“Are you trying to go in?”

Whatever you say it’s natural.

It is best to enter the crack if you can.

Purified water items etc.

There is experience that can only be obtained through cracks…

‘No wait a minute.’

“Amelia have you ever been to the crack on the third floor?”

“Once before.”

That’s right you’ve already gained all the experience here.

For some reason I didn’t have the motivation this time either.

“Not me! So let’s go!”

“….”

“Anyway I almost succeeded in attracting the attention of the castle lord! “Nothing will change just because you can’t grab a few more loot!”

“But if you go to the crack and get into trouble…”

“No accidents! And aren’t we colleagues? Please help me! “I will just quietly gain public value and come out!”

“…Okay follow me.”

After a moment of silence Amelia let out a sigh of her own and quickly began to lead the way.

The word ‘colleague’ probably didn’t change his mind.

She probably just decided that it would be better to risk the hassle for a few days if her relationship with her ‘collaborator’ would be soured.

She is a woman who pursues rationality in many ways.

‘Surprisingly I have good compatibility with Barbarians.’

Because she is not emotional the Bavarian-style ignorant ‘please do’ works well for Amelia. It would be more reasonable for this woman to do it even though it would be a hassle all the time.

Tadat.

She was running anyway and soon a portal appeared within her visual range.

“One last thought about Yandel….”

What are you thinking?

“Behel—laaaaa!”

I threw myself over it without hesitation.

and….

Flash-!

When we opened our eyes we were in a pure white temple.

***

The floor height is high enough to [jump] as much as you want.

Pure white marble pillars.

And a hundred stone statues stretched along the edge of the wall.

‘I guess we were the first to come in since no one was there.’

Once I confirmed that there were no other explorers in sight I slowly looked around.

It was purely curiosity rather than a process of confirming where this place was.

That’s because there is only one crack on the third floor.

White Temple White God’s Hall.

A temple with a hundred colors not white.

For your information it was also a place you had to visit at least once while playing.

The supply and demand of experience points is enormous.

“Do you know about this place Yandel?”

“To some extent.”

“Then there is no need to explain.”

There are three characteristics of the White Temple.

1. Elite mobs that do not appear in normal fields like corpse golems pour out.

No matter what you catch if it’s your first time you can get experience for the first kill…

2. Instead of a cooperative raid like regular rifts the explorers who enter must compete with each other.

Only one team can enter the boss room.

If the team that entered first fails to attack the opportunity goes to the other team.

Oh that doesn’t mean that Amelia and I have to compete with other teams.

3. When a crack is created a total of 5 portals will open on that floor and those who enter through the same portal become a team.

This was the most difficult part of the game.

That’s natural.

If you were working as a 5-person team and discovered a crack what would have happened if two people had gone inside first?

Two fellow characters who were traveling together end up being left behind.

Like this team of explorers who just came in.

“…uh?”

“Damn I never thought there would already be a passenger.”

The portal floating in the air closed spitting out the three explorers.

From the looks of it it looks like he left his team members outside…

“We’re in big trouble! Remud and Hans couldn’t come in!!”

Oh nice.

“…Calm down! Even though they were separated from us Remud and Hans will be able to survive on the third floor together!”

Soon a human swordsman wearing a sword calmed down his confused colleagues and approached us.

“Nice to meet you. “Are the two of you here?”

“however.”

Despite Amelia’s disconnected speaking style the man smiled kindly.

“Haha we won’t be together for a while. It’s fate that we met like this but let’s start with the full name first. “My name is Carlton Dreck.”

“Emily.”

“It’s Bjorn.”

After Amelia and I revealed our pseudonyms Carlton asked me carefully.

“Bjorn are you by any chance a barbarian?”

It was a natural question.

Right now I’m wearing full plate gear.

Because everything from face to toe is covered with iron plates it is impossible to check whether there are tattoos or not.

Therefore…

“What does that matter?”

When I asked the question crookedly Carlton apologized as if he had made a mistake.

“I’m sorry. “I was just curious but it might have been rude to them.”

From the looks of it it seemed like he thought I was a big person.

Well most people who react sensitively to trivial questions like this are narrow-minded people.

“Carlton would you like to come here?”

Anyway when we revealed our names the fairy man who was watching the situation from behind called Carlton.

and….

‘I can’t hear you.’

We whispered and talked about something.

First of all it looks like they are discussing something…

“They say we’re suspicious.”

“huh?”

“I can only hear what is said from this distance. “Unless you use magic.”

“…I see?”

This guy had a high level of hearing.

I didn’t know this until now.

Even later you shouldn’t secretly whisper in front of him.

“So what are you saying? “Your expression is serious.”

The following conversation was intercepted using Amelia.

‘These are the guys who just calmly reveal their names. On the 13th day there were two people walking around on the 3rd floor and they might be looters. One person even had his face covered.’

The fairy man said something strange and Carlton who heard this said:

‘But there is no other way. You can’t just attack someone in the back because it looks suspicious. For now let’s go around together without showing off and find out what kind of people they are.’

Did the discussion end like that?

“ah! I’m sorry! “Because this friend said he was worried about the colleagues he left behind.”

Carlton smiled brightly and approached us.

The other two also revealed their names and were given time to introduce themselves.

“Now this guy from the fairy tribe….”

“I’ll stop. Aimbern Bertha Garcia. As you can see bows are my specialty.”

Aimbern ended his introduction by briefly revealing only his main weapon and name. It looks like they don’t want to give us any more information.

Anyway the next one was a barbarian warrior.

“Hahaha! “Nice to meet you all!”

As a barbarian the warrior who couldn’t even join his two comrades in whispers approached us with a bright smile.

And without the slightest caution he introduced himself.

“I am Yandel Jharku’s third son!”

“……what?”

As soon as I heard it my mind went blank.

Now if I haven’t heard wrong…

“Oh is it a little difficult for humans? “Just feel free to call me Yandel Jarku!”

It meant biological father.