Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 392



Episode 392: Captain Barbarian (2)

The appearance of a trainee shaman who did odd jobs under his grandfather shaman was quite believable.

He has an eye patch that gives him a somewhat mysterious aura as well as tattoos all over his body.

Not only is he physically young but if you look at his appearance he looks like a decent shaman.

but….

“Now stop sit down and take off your jacket. “Little warrior.”

When I see him speaking his lines in an acting tone with his young voice deliberately lowered it really breaks me out. Those eyes are actually fine but they probably didn’t wear an eyepatch for style right?

Sigh.

Although I thought it was unreliable I sat down and took off his clothes and the baby shaman immediately placed his hand on my shoulder.

and….

“You have already contained the soul power of an immortal in your body.”

The shaman who immediately figured out the route I had taken lowered his hand to my chest and groped me like a pervert.

“Then let’s see how far we have reached the extreme.”

A voice that seems to have the mindset that it would have been too much to do.

It didn’t take long for the voice to change.

Sigh.

The gesture starts from his shoulder moves down to his chest and then moves towards his side where his lats are located.

This is the place where the 3rd stage of immortal imprinting treatment was performed.

The starting point of the first engraving specialization.

“You chose the spirit of the wild.”

I obtained [Wild Eruption] here.

If you’re a tank you have to have skills to increase your threat level right?

“You seem young but you already accepted your soul so you put in quite a bit of effort—”

The shaman who had been saying something in an admirable tone stiffened in shock. Before he knew it his hands were moving beyond his lats and onto his back.

At this point I seriously considered punching myself in the face.

Everything is fine but if you do this your face will get closer.

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The posture is as if he is hugging me in front of me.

Sigh.

Soon the shaman’s hand moved up his back and reached the nape of his neck.

“Oh the spirit vein has already been penetrated? quite-”

A level 4 imprint with increased mental and soul power values.

The hand went down the back of my neck and back to the front panel reaching the area where my heart was.

“…even the energy and energy channels have been opened?”

Seeing the slightly embarrassed voice coming out it seems that after listening to the Marquis’ explanation he thought he would do some low-level engraving and then go back.

Something suddenly bothered me so I forcibly removed the shaman’s hand.

“What are you doing! The sublime consciousness that now reads your path—”

No you mean it’s not a waste of time?

“Stop fumbling about spiritual and energy veins and everything else. “I have finished engraving even the soul of the weapon.”

“If it’s Mu Mugu’s soul… you even opened draft beer…?”

When the shaman heard that level 6 engraving had been completed his body flinched once.

I just thought it was too undignified.

“Oh do you know? A very precious offering is needed to carve the next engraving—”

“Oh if it’s the soul of the dead I already brought it with you so you don’t have to worry.”

“….”

It is unclear why a warrior rather than a shaman should lead the imprinting ritual but this would have provided all the information necessary to engrave the imprint.

“Enough of the conversation how about we get started?”

While saying that I laid down on the bed that seemed to have been prepared for me.

However no matter how long I waited the procedure did not start.

“What are you doing witch doctor?”

“…Wait a moment. Before starting the ritual you have time to catch your breath and concentrate—”

What is mental concentration?

To put it simply I’m just nervous.

As soon as I sensed a sense of discomfort I raised my upper body.

And I spoke out the doubts I had.

It’s probably not really possible.

“You can’t be a shaman….”

“….”

“Have you never done a high-level engraving before?”

“…I learned how to do it but no warrior wanted to receive it.”

Because of this I suddenly feel anxious.

***

I felt like it was a textbook for a young shaman to gain experience but there was no other option.

It’s like telling them to call the old witch doctor.

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I think it would be better to get it from him since he doesn’t recognize me.

Besides isn’t he an official shaman by name?

The engraving will be done well.

That’s what I thought.

Until the first needle pricked my skin.

Deep.

“Aaaah!”

“…!”

Deep.

“Kwaaaaaak!”

“…?”

Deep.

“Are you tilting your head? “Fuck you you’re weird I stabbed you right?”

“…That’s not true!”

“No—”

“It’s going well just stay still!”

Deep.

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Was the original spirit imprinting this painful?

I felt like I was going crazy when I did it before but I don’t think it was to this extent.

Deep.

Deep.

Deep.

Phew!

Time passes slowly and the more vivid pain continues to marinate the brain.

How long has it been since then?

“It’s all over….”

The moment when the shaman who looked exhausted finally uttered the words he had been eagerly waiting for.

“Immortal imprint level 7 has been activated.”

A foreign energy seeps into my body which seemed to have not even an ounce of energy left.

It feels a little different from when you eat purified water and your stats increase.

Looking at this it looks like the engraving itself has been completed properly…

“The special ability ‘Repair Power’ is created.”

Restorative power is a similar stat to muscle mass.

If the total strength stat increases by 1% per unit of muscle mass the restorative power corrects all healing and regeneration effects in proportion to the value.

Well it’s not as obvious as strength so it’s hard to feel it right away…

「Physical value increases by +120.」

There must have been a significant stat increase in numbers.

Special abilities that cannot be obtained with integers are proportional to the value of the main ability.

I guess my strength level right now is around 120?

“Keuhehehehe….”

A great reward that was worth the hardships.

As I was splitting the thread forgetting about the pain the shaman next to me let out a strange exclamation.

“…This is the first time someone smiles even after having a new soul engraved on their body.”

“That’s probably because you have no experience. “Warriors naturally smile when times are tough.”

“That’s not true…! How many warriors have I—”

What do you think it would have been like if they had done the engraving procedure during the 2 years and 6 months I was gone?

“Oh well thank you for your hard work.”

As strength was slowly returning to my body I got up from where I was lying down.

The surroundings were filled with candles and the curtains were closed so I didn’t notice it but it was already night.

‘I said I might be late so I wouldn’t worry.’

Shaman I will return to the shrine on my own whether today or tomorrow morning so I just took his outer clothes and came out.

The person who guided me earlier was waiting in front.

But why is your expression like that?

As if he was scared of something…

“I… are you okay?”

Oh if you were in front you would have heard me screaming. Since you don’t know the story behind the engraving you might wonder if something was done inside.

“That’s it. I’m going back now. Can I just leave?”

The question was filled with anticipation as to whether the carriage could be prepared as it was when I arrived.

At this the servant cautiously opened his mouth.

“Master Schuitz the Marquis asks to see you.”

“The Marquis…?”

When I asked him again without realizing it without using his honorific title the employee’s face looked disgusted as if he had made a mistake.

But couldn’t he have pointed it out to his guest’s face?

“Yes ‘Marquis’ is waiting for you. Please go quickly.”

A person who places an accent on an honorific and takes the lead in leading me somewhere.

I guess I should be more careful in front of others.

Because you can’t out someone who’s still a barbarian.

Kiiiiig.

The place we soon arrived at was the Marquis’ study.

As I entered the Marquis took his eyes off his papers glanced at me sent the servant away and only after the door was completely closed did he say hello to me.

“How did the engraving end? Baronet Yandel.”

“Thanks. But why did you call me again?”

Because he was tired he immediately got to the point but as always the Marquis did not blame him for being rude.

It just does what I want.

“I just happen to have something to tell you right away.”

The Marquis gets straight to the point without even showing off his displeasure.

But does this man even know?

The more you show kindness the less trustworthy you become and the more wary you become.

“It’s something to inform… what is it?”

“The first is that the people you wanted to recruit have been persuaded.”

The Marquis then said that the magician was able to recruit the person I designated but the priest refused so the magician who had been selected as Plan B joined.

Well if I had become a priestess I would have had a lot of options.

“Anyway since you said it was the first time I guess there will be a second time?”

“I see. “In fact it is sufficient to convey it in writing later.”

“I’m curious so please tell me.”

“We decided to have a meeting with the heads of each team tomorrow. “If possible I plan to induce them to decide on the position of general commander on the spot.”

“…Tomorrow so suddenly?”

“Isn’t the labyrinth opening soon? There was a lot of talk that even if we couldn’t go on a big operation right away we had to finish organizing the system. “Is there any problem?”

“No there isn’t. Like you said it’s better to finish something like this early. So how do you decide on a commander?”

“Didn’t I tell you? They said they would do judo. Since all five teams have their backs he will want to take on the role of commander.”

“To put it simply the plan is to gather them together and make them decide among themselves.”

“If I were to sum it up it would be like that. So is it okay?”

“Don’t worry. “I also don’t want to roll under a stuffy guy.”

A special unit going on a dangerous mission?

Rather than watching some troll bastard sit in the expedition leader’s chair and do stupid things I’d rather do it myself.

Well if there’s the right person it wouldn’t be a bad idea to just enjoy the honey from behind.

“So where are we meeting tomorrow?”

“I invited them to my home. “We will have lunch together tomorrow.”

It’s lunch tomorrow…

The place is here anyway but it’s a hassle to come back.

“Is it okay if I sleep here?”

“Of course. If you wish I can help you contact the mansion right away. “She’ll worry about her.”

“Oh I would like to ask you about that part.”

After talking for about 30 more minutes with the help of the Marquis I sent a message to Erwen and Amelia at home through the District 7 Magic Tower branch.

After that I went into the room I stayed in last night washed up and got ready for bed.

Phuuk-

A bed from an aristocratic family that is so soft that it cannot be compared to the bed at home.

As always on the day I finished engraving I fell asleep as soon as I lay down.

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I hope that strange guy won’t come by again during the night.

***

The next morning.

The face-to-face appointment was for lunch but because he had to prepare for the Marquis’s face he woke up early and started grooming himself with the help of employees.

A suit-fitting top and bottom that clings to neatly organized hair.

It’s been a long time since I wore clothes like this…

‘Not bad.’

When I looked in the mirror I looked pretty good.

Is it because my physique has shrunk?

It doesn’t feel as burdensome as it used to.

“Wait a little longer.”

“Looking out the window I see that some people have already arrived.”

“Not everyone has arrived yet.”

Since I stayed at the mansion for one night I was able to finish getting ready early but I continued to wait in my room.

In this case I thought it would be okay to just wait at the banquet hall but isn’t it true that noble families have respect for nobles?

There seems to be a fight even when entering.

“Now let’s go. “Everyone is waiting.”

Well there was no reason not to follow the Marquis’ words so I waited until the time was right and then moved to the banquet hall with the Marquis.

Kiiiiig.

Users wait nearby and open the door like an automatic door without having to use their hands.

“I meet the Marquis of Tercerion.”

“I didn’t know that the Prime Minister would also attend the meal.”

“Looks like I’m having a good day today. “I truly feel honored.”

Soon after the marquis arrived the four men and women who had come first all stood up and bowed and only after receiving their greetings did the marquis give his speech.

“Haha nice to meet you all. “Considering your reputation the food you have prepared may not be enough but please enjoy yourself and leave.”

With that said the Marquis went to the head of the table and sat down.

As I had heard in advance I sat in the seat immediately to the right of the Marquis.

and….

“Please bring the food.”

While the guests were filling the table the Marquis led the introduction session as if he were arranging a blind date.

“There will be people who are meeting each other for the first time so it would be better to first give each other full names. “How is it?”

“Yes then can I do it first?”

The first person to step forward was the man sitting in front of me.

“Everyone is younger than me and doesn’t seem to have any nobles so I’ll speak with ease.”

Caught in a well-dressed livery neatly handed over.

Checked pattern embroidery on the top.

So his name is…

“My name is Melend Kaislan.”

Ah I remembered what the Marquis told me yesterday.

He was the youngest son of Count Kaislan and a veteran knight who entered the military at an early age and achieved many distinctions right?

Although he said he was the youngest son he is over 40 years old and got married at a young age and has several children.

“I spent decades in the military and thanks to that I became skilled in combat. However command is a different area from combat. “I have seen countless talented people lose their lives meaninglessly due to incompetent superiors.”

The guy got up to give a full statement first and then started a lengthy self-PR session.

“It’s not that I’m ignoring you but if one of us has to take a responsible position I don’t think there’s anyone better suited than me.”

Is it because he is a veteran with a lot of experience?

I’m giving a military-style speech and I can already feel how inflexible it is.

And I guess it wasn’t just me.

“…Oh my wasn’t it just a simple place to make a statement? “This is a burden for the next person.”

The dwarf woman next to her smiled brightly turned around and kicked him lifting her body up.

“In that sense I will take care of this next time.”

Hey do you see something natural?

In fact this woman didn’t even have to give her name but as soon as she saw who she was she knew.

It’s not common to see dwarven female explorers of that age right?

“I’m Titana Akurava.”

Titana Akurava.

She doesn’t seem to want to reveal her age but everyone knows that she is 61.

Of course she ages early and due to the nature of her race she has a much younger body than a human of that age.

Well what does age matter to that woman?

“…Acuraba? “Are you really Akuraba?”

Soon when she revealed her name her noble knight flinched and her eyes widened.

After all she was a famous explorer.

Or should I say legendary?

“Even if it were me I wouldn’t be so courageous as to lie in front of the Marquis would I?”

“I guess… I guess so. It was just that surprising. “I heard you retired 10 years ago.”

In fact I first heard the story about this woman from her marquis.

She was a member of the legendary team that explored the 9th floor but she suddenly retired 10 years ago with the disbandment of the team and she has never been seen in public.

In short they are from a completely different generation than me.

“Hoho somehow she ended up out in the world like this again. So can I keep talking? “Young knight?”

“…Of course.”

Soon she shut the mouth of the driver who was interfering with her and took the time to promote herself just like the driver did earlier.

“I assure you that among these people there is no one who knows more about the labyrinth than me. The same goes for the providence between explorers. “Wouldn’t this be enough?”

A short speech that exudes confidence in yourself.

However as soon as she sat down without even fainting another man helped her up.

“Haha I never thought I would meet one of my respected seniors like this. “I will do it this time.”

She was a man who gave off a somewhat light vibe.

Her characteristic was that she was in her early 160s in height making her slightly shorter among humans.

“This is James Calla vice-captain of the Sawtooth Clan.”

Vice leader of Sawtooth one of the largest clans that has been reduced from a teenage clan to a major clan over the years.

This guy also followed his previous example and emphasized his strengths for a long time.

Since he is working in a large clan he is up to date with the latest information and is confident that he can synthesize all opinions and present a direction that will satisfy everyone.

At first glance it was an appeal aimed at old dwarves and stubborn knights but he wasn’t particularly impressed.

He simply recalled the information he had seen on paper one more time.

‘He was an archer right?’

If there’s anything to remember that’s about it.

Soon after the vice-captain’s introduction time was over the paladin next to him stood up.

“This is Jun from Heindel Church. “The surname I used in the secular world is no longer there because I abandoned it.”

A short introduction to contrast with the previous ones.

“…Is that the end?”

When the knight asked again the paladin clicked his tongue with a slightly dissatisfied look in his eyes and continued his words.

“There is nothing more unstable and dangerous than human will. “Everything will happen naturally and according to God’s will.”

“Surprisingly it looks like the Church of the Three Gods is not greedy about this mission.”

“….”

The knight tried to say something and ask what the Church of the Three Gods wanted but the paladin just did not respond and chewed on his words.

and….

“Now… that’s the only one left.”

Soon it was my turn and interest gathered.

He pretended not to be like that but he was showing deep curiosity.

Well you might be curious.

First of all he was the representative of the Marquis the second-in-command of the kingdom and it must have been his first time seeing him.

Since there is no information you may be a little wary.

Sigh.

I pushed my chair back stood up and briefly said my name.

“It’s Lihen Schuitz.”

I could see frowns everywhere.

‘Is that all?’

The look in your eyes is just like this.

This was even true for the Marquis.

Everyone was actively promoting themselves in front of me so why am I standing still?

‘I’m urging you to do that. ‘Out of shape.’

I had no intention of speaking in detail like the previous guys.

Well it’s obvious that everyone will just hear it with one ear anyway so why bother?

Sigh.

Soon I slowly looked around and made eye contact with each person one by one.

“A knight and a nobleman.”

He started out as a soldier from a noble family.

“A famous explorer.”

Next is the dwarf lady.

“It’s a clan.”

The third is the vice-captain.

“God Nabal whatever.”

Finally he looked down at the Holy Knight and spoke clearly.

“I don’t listen to those who are weaker than me.”

As for self-PR the shorter it is the more intense it is.