Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 75



Episode 75: Ghostbusters (4)

There are several grounds for judgment.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

First of all I have never revealed my identity to anyone until now.

In other words no matter who it is there is only a heartache.

There is no evidence to conclude that I am an evil spirit.

thus-

“I told you. He said he came from America. “After all we are like strangers here shouldn’t we stick together?”

This behavior is clearly heterogeneous.

It’s possible for a fellow player to suspect that I’m a player and criticize me.

But is it this blatant?

It makes no sense in many ways.

I could be a local so why would I reveal my identity first?

‘In a city where the death penalty is imposed upon being caught as an evil spirit.’

Well I don’t know after a month.

Because it’s the most innocent time.

But didn’t I just say it with my own mouth?

It’s been over 3 years since I came to this city.

The fact that he survived for 3 years while acting like that is nonsense…

“Is there something like a ‘game’ association created by ourselves? “I would also recommend Yandel there.”

Above all the pronunciation of the proper noun ‘game’ seems very sick.

Like a Korean character in a foreign movie.

‘If I hadn’t intended to hide my identity in the first place I would have at least spoken to him in English.’

Maybe that would have eased my suspicions a bit.

But this guy is going around talking about the easiest way.

Therefore…

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I made a final conclusion based on the evidence provided.

“Hey can you please trust me now?”

This guy is not a player.

But he is pretending to be a player and looking at me.

And I can think of only one reason for locals to hide their identities.

‘You came to target me.’

I thought it might come someday.

A city where the existence of evil spirits is known to the public.

I couldn’t find any information about it in any of the books in the library but there must be an organization that specializes in dealing with evil spirits.

‘I guess I’m still in the doubting stage. ‘There is no such thing as physical evidence.’

In other words what I have to do becomes clearer.

Doubts must be removed.

It may only be a fleeting thought for now but wouldn’t an ‘investigation’ using magic or something else possibly begin someday?

You need to completely nip it in the bud in advance so that you don’t even think about doing it in the future.

‘But how?’

What actions should I take to convince those guys that I am not an evil spirit?

The answer to that question was indeed simple.

Trudging.

Take a big step forward.

“…Why are you suddenly approaching me? Too close—”

“I have something to ask you.”

My question that was kept in silence.

The guy who paused for a moment then smiled and nodded as if everything went well.

“Oh yeah yeah whatever.”

“Then feel free to ask. “Are you perhaps an evil spirit?”

“What are you going to hide now? you’re right. so….”

Okay I received the confirmation.

“It’s done. “You don’t have to say any more.”

“yes? What does that mean—”

“The tribal chief said so. “You have to kill every evil spirit you see.”

“Yes yes…?”

A face full of embarrassment.

I shouted loudly so that the whole world could hear me and ran towards him.

“Behel—laaaaa!!”

Barbarians do not tolerate injustice.

***

A fist that hit the temple cleanly.

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The eyes of the guy who has turned into a pressed steamed bun are filled with confusion doubt and fear.

But there is no use looking at it that way.

It’s not like I’m doing this because I have any personal grudges…

If you think about it isn’t it a good thing to be self-employed?

Pugh—

The guy openly revealed his identity.

But he pretends not to know and runs away?

He will only be suspected.

This is something a local barbarian raised in a desirable manner would never do.

thus-

Quang!

He grabs the neck of the guy who lost his balance and throws him to the floor like a combo.

And after getting on top of it.

Wow! Pow! puck! puck! puck!

Without stopping he repeatedly strikes down his watermelon-sized fist.

The physical resistance level was quite high and the skin was quite hard but even so it was useless in front of me whose strength level had increased significantly this time.

“Oh no wait…!”

A face that became clotted in just a few strokes.

But I did what I had to do without hesitation.

Of course the guy shouted as if it was unfair.

“I am not! “No!”

Yeah it’s probably not an evil spirit.

But what can I do?

I don’t have to live to see it either.

“You must be a truly evil spirit to even lie.”

“No I mean—! Argh! evil!!”

How many more blows would I have had to close my ears like that?

In the sudden melee not only the crowd fills the area but even the guards come.

Exactly what I wanted.

“hey! What are you doing! “How dare you use violence in the middle of the city?”

“Take him off!”

I neatly stopped punching and stood up.

But is it because of the level 2 material armor I’m wearing?

Unlike before when he was falsely accused by the guild and taken into custody the guards were on guard and carefully narrowed the distance.

That’s okay.

Tuk-!

I lifted the unconscious body and threw it towards the guard. And he shouted loudly so that everyone around him could hear.

“This guy is an evil spirit! “He said so with his own mouth and tried to do something strange to me!”

“what? “Evil spirit?”

The guards who were approaching the fainting guy thinking he was a victim flinched at my words.

Also the onlookers who were watching were also making noise.

Of course most of them have skeptical voices.

“When you say it’s an evil spirit doesn’t that barbarian have some kind of misunderstanding?”

“…No matter how mistaken it was it must be a loss of money to put a person in that situation. “That friend.”

After all the barbarian’s cries may not be credible.

But what about this?

“My name is Bjorn son of Yandel! “I will never tell a lie on the honor of a warrior!”

Little Vulcan.

Bjorn son of Yandel.

I can’t say it myself but it’s the hottest name in the city these days.

“Little Vulcan?”

“…I heard you wear a breastplate made of lithium.”

“Then is it really the author?”

“If that’s the case then it’s trustworthy….”

“There’s no way such a famous explorer would beat up such a strict man by saying such nonsense right?”

As the murmur continues public opinion moves.

The guards also realized my identity and looked like they were wondering what to do with this.

At that time a person who appeared to be the guard commander approached.

“Can you check your identification card?”

A polite question that I would have never imagined before.

When I handed him my identification card he checked it and looked at me with strange eyes.

“You really are him. First off let me say thank you. “My younger brother came back from the labyrinth thanks to you.”

“Is your younger brother from the Dzarwi Clan?”

“That can’t be right. My brother was one of the few who paid protection money and followed you.”

Huh I guess less than ten of them survived.

It can’t be a huge coincidence.

But that would be that and this would be this.

“So when are you going to kill that evil spirit? “It feels uncomfortable to keep him alive.”

“That will be decided only after the investigation is over. So I guess I’ll have to accompany you to the local government office first. Is that okay?”

“Well I’m hungry….”

“Of course I will provide you with a meal. If what you say is true it could be said that you have made a great contribution.”

“It’s a big ball….”

Unlike usual I thought carefully.

How would a barbarian respond?

As always the worries didn’t last long.

“What does that mean?”

A question that cannot be asked without truly becoming one with the barbarian.

The guard captain chuckled and answered.

“It means you did a great job.”

“A big deal? “Then will meat side dishes be served?”

Well even for a barbarian is this too much?

Suddenly a thought occurred to me but…

If you look at the guard captain’s eyes it doesn’t seem like that at all.

“…I will treat you at my own expense so please come with me.”

“If that’s the case.”

Afterwards I followed the guard leader and left the central square.

But for some reason…

“Little Vulcan exorcised evil spirits!”

“If you just tell me this I won’t have to pay for drinks today.”

Those voices kept coming from behind moving away.

***

“The character’s reputation has increased by +1.”

「The character’s reputation increases by +1…」

「….」

***

Because it was a very improvised plan I didn’t feel anxious.

But after that the situation really calmed down.

When a security officer searched the unconscious man’s arms he found a badge.

“Oh this is the mark of a demon hunter?”

At first there was chaos even in the security department.

It was only natural that the person brought in under suspicion of being an evil spirit had the badge of an evil spirit hunter.

Accordingly the security department also contacted them and soon a person who appeared to be this guy’s superior came to visit.

and….

“Uh so this person… is from our side…”

At first he made a puzzled face but when he understood the whole situation he answered the question in a miserable voice.

“This guy said with his own mouth that he was an evil spirit. But how did that happen?”

“That is… a measure usually taken as a custom for people who have achieved fame or shown extraordinary achievements in a short period of time…”

“Stop saying it so hard I won’t understand.”

“We were suspicious of Bjorn.”

“what? Did you suspect me of being an evil spirit? Who are you! The one who suspected me of being an evil spirit! Could it be you!!”

When I snorted angrily as if I had been insulted my superior began to sweat profusely as if he was embarrassed.

“As I said before it is a customary procedure….”

“Say it easily!! “Are you kidding me?”

“What is clear is that this will never happen again! So please speak up….”

For some reason I felt like I could understand why barbarians usually live like that.

relaxing.

The troubled reactions are also quite interesting.

“Hmm then what happens to me? “If that guy isn’t an evil spirit should he be punished?”

“Is that possible?”

“I’m glad that’s the case. “Then I’m sleepy so I’ll just leave.”

“Yes yes? Oh yes… go ahead…”

As soon as he was able to escape he immediately left the building and returned to his lodgings.

Although I went out shamelessly in front of them…

Because deep inside I wanted to get out of this place.

‘Shiba….’

To be honest I’m exhausted.

Just like the time when I was chased by the hierarchical monarchs.

‘I never thought they would know so much about this in detail.’

America Europe whatever.

Not only was there some talk about games but the way he spoke was so natural that you could think he was from Earth.

Well my English pronunciation is so bad that I couldn’t help but notice…

Anyway that’s true.

Why are there all these ridiculous difficulty levels?

‘Okay not all the kids here are assholes…’

No wonder Tarikan Lien was guillotined.

[USA? taiwan? europe? Where did you come from?]

[Wow I almost got fooled. You’re really good at acting. Wasn’t it 3 months ago?]

[Ah there is no need to be cautious. I am from America. I didn’t even touch that damn game.]

An unfamiliar city with no one to rely on.

If someone suddenly approaches you and says something like this it’s normal to be shocked.

‘Nimiral….’

The more I think about it the more I think it’s a shitty world.

It’s sad to be suddenly dragged in and treated like an evil spirit but if anything goes wrong these bastards come and throw bait?

You can just beat the monsters to death but you can’t do that with these monsters so they are even more vicious.

“Whoa….”

I exhale the breath of relief I’ve been holding in.

‘But I guess it’s okay for now.’

Of course I don’t know if those bastards who are evil spirit hunters or something have really erased my suspicions.

But I did everything I could right now.

So there is no other way than to be careful and wait.

‘I guess I’ll have to act a little more like a barbarian from now on.’

While reorganizing my future course of action I entered the inn room. And then I lay down on the bed with the clothes I was wearing.

But what is this again?

“….”

There is a piece of mail lying on the bed.

When I opened the envelope and checked the contents I found a letter and a thumbnail-sized pill.

‘what? Did Misha write a letter? No there wouldn’t have been time for that—’

As I was reading the letter I immediately froze.

[This letter is a random letter sent to an explorer presumed to be a player. If you could read th….]

Letter written in English.

I almost threw it in shock for a moment but after making sure there was no one around I went into the blanket.

And I read it carefully.

If we roughly interpret it the contents are as follows.

[This letter is sent randomly to an explorer presumed to be a player.]

[If you can read this never reveal to anyone that you are a player.]

[Oh and I ask that you not interpret the contents of this letter even if I am caught by a demon hunter.]

[Anyway this is what I want to say.]

[We have a community where anonymity is guaranteed and you can enter our community by taking the enclosed pill.]

[If you do not wish to enter please discard the pills and sincerely hope you survive.]

The more I read the more complicated my mind becomes.

Could it be that this is also the work of those bastards?

‘Shit it’s too plausible to say that….’

Should only easy words be used as much as possible?

It is completely understandable if they say they were considerate of non-English-speaking people.

Isn’t this a game that only supported English to begin with?

I would have thought anyone could read this.

‘If it were me I would have written it this way if I had planned to differentiate players and recruit them.’

It’s different from the evil spirit hunters who only imitate.

This letter was written entirely from the player’s perspective.

[GHOST BUSTERS]

Just look at the community name written in the top box.

Isn’t this a too witty name to have been written by an evil spirit about to be executed in an interrogation room?

‘But those bastards used this?’

Of course it could also be something like a time difference attack.

Something that pretends to be sloppy and then preys on you when you let your guard down.

Therefore I hoped that the sender of this letter was the player.

I don’t really need a community but…

If this is a letter from the demon hunters I have no confidence in surviving in this city.

Of course.

[PS Rafdonia’s king Mother fucker]

How can you defeat these bastards who are so serious about hunting down evil spirits?