Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 6



Episode 6 Give and Take (2)

[Dungeons & Stones] is an unusual game.

Even though fellow NPCs are essential to the progress of the game you should never trust them.

Even more so if you have just met him.

***

Walking through a cave.

Waddle.

Because one shoe is missing the balance is off.

Nevertheless I am happy.

Isn’t this discomfort I feel now at least of a type that I couldn’t feel when I was crawling on three legs?

I regained my human dignity.

I don’t know how long it will last.

“after….”

Move forward while protecting your upper body with a shield.

There is no need to look at the floor with your eyes closed like before.

Because there is light here.

The light emitted from the crystals embedded in the walls and ceiling brightly illuminates the surrounding area.

It felt like a dream crawling through the darkness while bleeding.

I can definitely say that being able to see ahead was a blessing from God.

Definitely because it allows you to kill evil goblin bastards.

“Wow!”

“Really?!”

A goblin appears to be surprised by my shout and jumps out from behind the rock.

I already had a rough idea of ​​the hidden location and used the skill as if I had been waiting.

“Smash! It’s a dog! ”

Smash is a skill that has decent attack power without consuming MP.

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The goblin that was jumping was hit by the shield and fell to the floor. I quickly walked up and crushed the goblin’s upper body with my foot.

“That bastard?!”

Let’s just make pitiful eyes.

I know how cunning and evil creatures these chews are.

“That bastard!”

What you’re not saying that?

Then ask your friend who went first. Because that bastard made me like this.

Kwasik-!

I hit the goblin’s face with all my might with the edge of my shield.

It is different from Smash which only hits the enemy in front by swinging or pushing.

The name is… Final Shield Attack.

Likewise it was just built.

Ssssssssssssss-!

Soon the cleanly killed goblin becomes light and disappears.

It means that evil has decreased albeit faintly and the world has become a little more beautiful.

I picked up the magic stone that came as a reward and roughly stuffed it into my pocket.

The tenth magic stone acquired after entering the labyrinth.

“Whoa you bastards.”

After dying once and barely surviving I have continued to encounter goblins ever since.

I was nervous at first but I quickly realized it.

The goblins I met in a place with a clear view were not a threat at all.

I wasn’t as smart as I thought.

First of all if you look at the traps that were placed haphazardly over there it’s like that.

‘Why not dig up some dirt and cover it up? Do you have thoughts or not? If you leave it on the street who on earth will step on it?’

The goblin trap was so crude that it could be seen from far away. Even if you tried to pass by the trap without stepping on it most of them jumped out and attacked first.

I guess it only happens when you step on a trap that you follow me around like a pervert splitting things like that bastard…

After gradually understanding their habits fighting them became easier.

First of all their main weapon was a short dagger and their physical strength was only at the level of upper elementary school students.

On the other hand now I am a muscular barbarian with a 2m tall body. When entering into an all-out war goblins and the like could be suppressed within 3 seconds.

Therefore all you had to do was be careful of surprise attacks and you could know the ambush location in advance through traps…

‘Well wouldn’t it be a bad idea to become a Goblin Slayer at this point?’

I immediately moved my hand and slapped him hard on the cheek.

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As much as it hurt I came to my senses.

…What was I thinking?

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It must be crazy.

Otherwise there’s no way I’d be giggling at such a pathetic thought.

Don’t be cocky just because you killed a few goblins.

I’ve been dead for less than two hours and I haven’t solved any of the new problems.

“Man I’m hungry….”

First of all there is the food issue.

The shield wasn’t the only thing I shed as I crawled through the darkness.

There was a hole in the food bag given by the tribal leader and about 5 out of 7 days’ worth of food was lost.

Of course I couldn’t wander around in the dark to find it.

I’m not Hansel and Gretel.

Wag-jak wag-jak.

As I was about to throw it away I immediately opened my pocket and took out a piece of bread and ate it.

Perhaps because of preservation the bread was hard and moistureless but as you melt it with your saliva and eat it you can gradually taste the sweetness of the carbohydrates on your tongue.

Why is this so delicious?

Because it has the body of a barbarian its appetite seems to have changed as well.

After a few bites the bread that was as big as my palm disappeared.

I sighed feeling a strange sense of regret and a bad taste in my mouth.

I’m thirsty.

This is the second problem.

…Where the fuck do I get water?

***

“The goblin has been killed.”

“The goblin has been killed.”

“The goblin has been killed.”

“The goblin has been killed.”

“Warning: Your body is dehydrated. “Hurry up and procure drinking water…”

***

[Dungeon & Stone] has a satiety system.

Of course it was only active inside the labyrinth and was replenished just by eating so there was no need to carry drinking water.

But this is not a game.

If I were to be specific it’s close to another world that is very similar to the game I know.

‘It was already a hardcore game but now that this has become a reality the level of difficulty has gone crazy.’

Still I’m not too worried.

It is true that water is a more important resource than food but the tribal leader did not provide water.

Self-sufficiency would certainly be possible within the labyrinth.

It actually didn’t take long to find it.

“Smash!”

One hour of wandering through a complex cave like an anthill while defeating goblins.

I followed the sound of falling water and found a small pond.

One explorer was already squatting down and drinking water. In fact aside from the blonde party it was actually our first meeting…

“….”

There was no conversation.

When he saw me from afar he left the room without saying a word and I didn’t bother to go up and talk to him either.

The same was true for other explorers I met afterward. As soon as everyone saw me they quickly passed by.

As in the game there seems to be an unwritten rule among explorers not to contact each other in most cases.

Well maybe I just didn’t want to get involved with a blood-splattered barbarian.

Anyway while I was catching goblins I ate bread when I was hungry and drank water when I was thirsty and time passed by until now.

“One two three four five six….”

After counting I have obtained a total of forty-four magic stones so far.

Converting it to bread you get 44 loaves of bread.

It can’t help but be a truly emotional thing to remember when you were dying but nothing is free anywhere in the world.

In return I got a deep sense of fatigue.

This was the third problem I had.

‘I’m starting to feel sleepy….’

Since we are born as living creatures we must sleep.

It is no different from the Barbarian with these high-performance specifications.

So how do monsters sleep in a real-life labyrinth?

There are two ways.

Leave your life in the sky and take a nap.

Find a comrade to protect each other.

The choice I would choose had already been decided.

Entrusting your life to heaven? Experience tells me that you can’t trust that. At least for me it really is.

‘Let’s find a colleague.’

Of course this does not mean that we are going to throw a formal party.

Since everyone is currently in the same tiring situation I plan to find the right person and establish a temporary partnership.

In fact even in games when fatigue sets in most of the time I stay up all night like that.

plod trudge.

After making my decision I wandered around the labyrinth focusing on movement rather than combat. That’s just it unlike before people were seen forming groups everywhere.

plod trudge.

A group of two or three explorers are resting taking turns taking watch.

After focusing on their behavior and appearance I mustered up the courage to contact a few of them and was met with rejection from all of them.

“I’m sorry but I found all the people I needed.”

That’s what they said but when I approach them and see them frowning and covering their noses the reason is very clear.

…You bastards.

How clean are they?

While I was grumbling inwardly someone spoke to me.

“Look here.”

He was a human man who looked to be around 30 years old.

He is about 180cm tall.

He looks quite good-natured and gentle but in his hand is a hammer covered in goblin blood.

The man asked me with a grin.

“Are you looking for a friend for the night?”

What the fuck is this guy?

I instinctively take a step back and the man tilts his head.

“Weren’t you looking for a friend for the night? “I thought I could trust him and rest comfortably because he was a barbarian but it turned out to be a shame.”

You should have said that already man…

Apparently “night friends” is a slang term for the temporary partnership I was talking about.

The in-game notation is ‘Night Companion’.

I interpreted it as a night comrade a night companion but when I actually listened to it the tone was very perverted.

“…no. “I’m looking for a friend for the night.”

“Is that so? Thank goodness. “Then will you join me?”

“I will.”

That’s how I became night friends with you.

“My name is Hans.”

“This is Bjorn son of Yandel.”

“Then can I call you Bjorn?”

The man who seemed to have a lot of experience naturally finished the speech and led the mood.

“Three people are the best night friends but it seems like it would be a waste of energy to go looking for Hanema. “What do you think Bjorn?”

To put it simply it means two people sleeping together.

Isn’t this guy really thinking about something else? I don’t know if it’s because of his snarky tone but I keep feeling like something is wrong with him.

“good night.”

“Good. “If someone asks you to wear it then discuss it with each other and decide whether to accept it or not.”

After a brief discussion we decided to spend our first night together.

But the problem is…

“Then let’s decide the order by playing rock paper scissors.”

Rock paper scissors seems to be the rule here too.

Damn I’m not good at this….

I repeat I’m out of luck.

“Hmm somehow I won.”

Nimmi.

“Then I will ask you to take care of me. If a goblin or other explorer approaches wake it up first. “Do you understand?”

“…i get it.”

“Now take this.”

The man who lent me a watch with the numbers 0 to 23 engraved on the dial kindly even showed me how to use it.

“You can wake me up when the short hour hand comes here.”

Perhaps this is how people here view barbarians.

“You can’t break it. “It’s an expensive item.”

“…i get it.”

That’s why I’m so picky.

Soon the man took out a blanket and he covered it with it and lay down using his backpack as a pillow. And before long I start to sleep comfortably.

Is this free time? It looks so fucking comfortable.

If I ask you to borrow it during my turn you won’t lend it to me right?

“after….”

Anyway being on watch is really boring.

There is no goblin cub in sight and no other explorers trying to pass through the passage. Is it because it’s time for everyone to find a friend for the night and rest?

As the silence continues I feel drowsy.

Still time passed quickly as I leaned against the wall and thought about the future.

“Hans wake up.”

“…Did anything special happen?”

“There was none.”

“I see. Thank you for your hard work. Then give me the watch and you can get some rest. “I’ll wake you up in two hours.”

Before I even had time to ask him to borrow it the man put the blanket in his backpack and stood up.

Tsk.

I also erased my regrets and walked over to the wall and sat down with my back.

And he pretended to doze off.

That’s natural.

No matter how kind and intelligent this guy seems and he doesn’t seem to have any intention of hurting me—

How can you trust a baby you’ve never seen before?