Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 91



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It’s been five months since I woke up in another world.

If you count the days spent in the labyrinth the perceived time increases even more.

A lot has happened in the meantime.

I killed my first person and monster. He has done many other barbaric things to survive.

However does this mean that the essence of modern people remains the same?

Crack crack crack crack!

As soon as you finish entering your password your little finger naturally presses Enter.

And then I realized one thing and was shocked.

‘Is this… my body?’

These are not the rough thick hands of a barbarian.

It certainly doesn’t have the body of a warrior with wide shoulders and rock-like muscles.

Lee Han-soo’s body is 175 cm tall average weight and has soft flesh and skin.

It was the moment I recognized this.

“Fuck you!”

I felt like the floor was falling and my body was being sucked somewhere.

When I came to my senses it was dark everywhere.

It wasn’t something unfamiliar to me because I had experienced it often in the labyrinth but…

Click.

The sound of pressing a switch is heard and the surrounding area becomes brightly lit.

To my surprise I was in my room.

The room of Hansoo Lee who was enjoying playing games before being dragged here.

‘…So what are we going to do?’

First I checked the surroundings.

Bookshelf computer slightly yellowed bed….

I went out and looked at the kitchen living room and even the bathroom and everything matched what I remembered.

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‘Ah then maybe that too…?’

I gasped and opened the refrigerator door.

For some reason the inside was filled with only cold canned cola.

I wondered if it was some kind of harmony but I didn’t think much about it.

How can you tolerate this?

Click cheeeeeet-

A sound that gives a refreshing feeling just by hearing it.

Even though I tolerated everything else how much I missed this. I quickly poured it into my mouth in case it disappeared before my eyes.

however….

‘Nimiral.’

I can’t feel the taste.

There is no tingling sensation as if my neck is being cut in half.

It just feels like a tasteless odorless liquid flowing down my throat.

It was a time when I couldn’t hide my disappointment.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rings.

I checked through the intercom and there was a white woman with blonde hair.

It’s not a religious recommendation.

I was trying to say ‘Who are you?’ in a normal tone but when I realized my mistake I opened my mouth again.

“who are you?”

I decided that they might be able to infer that I was a barbarian by listening to the way I spoke.

‘But why is it so awkward?’

I’m just saying this normally but it feels like a thorn is growing in my throat.

Before long an answer came over the intercom.

[This is the Soul Queens who act as guides for the Ghostbusters. Is it okay if I come in?]

Hmm I didn’t know there was a system like this.

I quickly opened the door before I saw something unpleasant.

But what is this again?

“Why are you going into the wall?”

“Oh was this a wall? To me it just looks like a white space.”

Are you talking about the space we saw earlier?

They say it’s a spiritual world and there seems to be some mysterious rules at work in this space.

As I was leading the way to the living room giving vague directions the woman let out an exclamation.

“That’s amazing. “No matter what the shape is still vaguely visible.”

“What do you mean shape?”

“This place. “Maybe that one…”

“You can just keep calling me that.”

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“…If you say so.”

As the letter guaranteed her anonymity the woman showed no regrets despite my euphemistic rejection.

“Anyway this space is the embodiment of what you imagined. The place that comes to mind first. “It’s usually the space where you feel most comfortable psychologically.”

“So?”

“Usually other people can see it too. “Some people have strong defense mechanisms but I was still able to recognize their shapes…”

The woman looks at me curiously.

She couldn’t tell if she was curious or wary but she decided to point out the contradiction first and move on.

“So what happened to ringing her bell earlier? “You said you couldn’t see it earlier?”

“I guess that’s how it was expressed. I didn’t ring the bell or anything. I just called it as soon as I arrived in this white space. Do you understand?”

To be honest I have a vague idea of ​​what it means but I have no idea.

So she just smiled awkwardly and nodded her head.

“Thanks for your kind words.”

“thank god. In fact it’s a difficult concept even for wizards to understand so I always have a hard time explaining it.”

Anyway she was a receptionist so she was the one who introduced herself so she felt comfortable asking what she was curious about.

“Oh but what happens if I enter the wrong password?”

I’m sure she figured it out but there are probably some people who can’t write down their password.

“That? Nothing much. It’s just a trick. “In the first place like you she rarely sets the password before I come.”

“…?”

“Whether you enter the password or not I have to come and check it anyway.”

For reference the confirmation she said was simple.

You can tell the difference just by looking at it?

I wondered if I had a special ability but I realized it when I saw my current appearance.

A tight-fitting dark blue suit.

It was a dress her ex-girlfriend had bought her to commemorate her employment.

‘Is there a difference in the clothes?…’

Well as soon as I saw this woman I knew she was a modern person so the other person must have been the same too.

“Wow you’re really perceptive. “This is where the difference between players and NPCs begins.”

“NPC?”

“It’s a slang term for local people. Anyway the difference between the two is not just in the clothes but you can clearly see it when you enter this space. “It’s the first time I’ve seen anything like this…”

“You can usually tell by looking at the room.”

“yes. There are posters of Rockstars in NPCs’ rooms but that doesn’t happen right?

I understand.

With this type of verification it would be almost impossible for locals… that is NPCs to come in with their identities hidden.

“Then do I pass?”

“Of course.”

I was worried because I couldn’t see her room due to her defense mechanism but the woman nodded her head without hesitation.

After seeing that I realized one more thing.

Clothes speech facial expressions and this image space.

It’s clear that there are reliable ways to distinguish NPCs other than these.

‘I guess it’s for security reasons that you’re not telling me.’

“Now then… you are officially a member of our Ghostbusters.”

“But who came up with the name Ghostbusters?”

“there is. That kind of person. You wonder if there are all these lame names? “Please let’s use a different name that’s what I said…”

Oh I asked because I thought it was a very sensible name…

“Haha everyone who comes here starts by asking why they named themselves like that?

I nodded awkwardly.

I can’t agree with the sentiment that it’s a lame name but I can pretend to agree.

Acting wisely has always been my specialty.

“It’s definitely… an unusual name.”

“Is that so? Ah how far did we talk…”

Soon the woman returned to the main topic and continued her speech.

“Ah now we can’t use the method of forcibly separating souls and killing them like NPCs who sneaked in. “Instead we can deport you so you can never be called here again so make sure you understand the rules if you have time.”

Afterwards the woman explained the basics of how to use the Ghostbusters community.

“Do you have a computer? If you have it go ahead. If it doesn’t exist you have to imagine it and make it happen…”

“there is.”

“It saved me time. “Go ahead and turn it on.”

When I turned on the computer as instructed a custom window appeared instead of the familiar OS screen.

“Oh wait a minute. “That code is…”

Afterwards she entered the code the woman gave her and the window moved to a page where she could specify her nickname.

“All you have to do is create a nickname here. “Once you make it you can never change it so do it carefully.”

Um what should I do?

While I was worried a woman gave me her advice.

“You did Stone Iven right? There are many people who use nicknames that are usually used there. “My nickname ‘Soul Queens’ also came from there.”

Stone Iven.

As is typical of a manga game community the regen rate on the main bulletin board was less than 30 per day…

Still since people used to play this game they must have used it at least once.

It was the same for me too.

‘It’s not my real name it’s just an ID so I can use my nickname there right?’

Soon I wrote down my nickname and hit enter.

however….

[This nickname cannot be used.]

“Oh I guess someone is using that nickname.”

what? Are you using that nickname?

I couldn’t understand it at all but I decided on a nickname by changing one spelling. When the woman saw my nickname she just smiled meaningfully.

“Hehe I guess you’re a fan of him?”

Pan? What does this mean?

The woman who wanted to ask for more details immediately followed with an explanation.

Explanations on how to use the community in the future.

“Okay I’ve basically told you everything I need to know. Now I’m going to go so feel free to use it. If you have any problems please contact us 1:1!”

Soon the woman with the nickname Soul Queens left.

She was left alone in the room again.

After completing the tutorial I looked around the community without difficulty.

[Delivery of men in their 20s and 30s]

[United States of America]

[Gather the Beastmen]

[Wizardry]

[Hangout room]

There were several chat rooms currently active.

Does this mean that if I select any of these and go in I will be able to talk to them?

It was a futuristic yet fantasy system.

‘There are also rooms with rating restrictions or passwords.’

First I chose a random room to get used to the place and went into it as a test.

[Newbie Room]

A unique room where only people who have been in the community for less than a year can enter rather than having a level restriction.

I chose it because I thought there were many people similar to me.

Ta-dak.

The moment you double click.

A bright light emanated from the monitor.

And just like the day I woke up in the Barbarian’s body mid-game.

When I came to my senses I was in an empty lot.

***

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-

An empty lot with a bonfire burning fiercely in the center like a campfire.

There are fifteen people standing nearby.

They are all men.

Well how many women can there be who play this perverted hardcore game?

“Oh you’re new!”

Eyes gathered upon my appearance.

White yellow black.

There are more races than you might think but…

After living in a different world for a few months a sense of kinship with people from the same hometown eventually blooms.

Was this also the case over there?

“Which country are you from?”

“Oh it’s Korea.”

“I see! welcome!”

I looked around and checked my surroundings in general.

There are absolutely no racist views and the atmosphere is purely welcoming to newcomers.

‘Is that on top of your head a nickname?’

Letters were floating translucently above people’s heads.

At that time a black man dressed neatly in a suit approached me and spoke to me.

“It’s a little empty right? I don’t have enough points to decorate. This is Darkman the host. Could you please make your nickname public and introduce yourself briefly?”

“Can you reveal your nickname?”

“I guess this is your first time in this room. Just think of it like that. “In the community there is power in clear awareness and thinking.”

Clear awareness and thinking….

Can I just use it as if I were using an active skill?

‘Nickname revealed.’

As I said that to myself people’s eyes turned to my head.

It looks like they can see my nickname now.

however….

“hello. “It’s Elfnunna.”

The moment I revealed my nickname thinking it was an anonymous space anyway.

“….”

“….”

A cold silence covers the vacant lot.

And after a while.

“Elf sister?!”

“The guy who wrote the crazy stat compilation?”

“Uh… wasn’t that person from the game company?”

“After all he was Korean! “You thought I would?”

“hey! Is it real? Is that really him?”

For some reason there was a commotion.

However before I could understand the situation I quietly took a long breath.

‘Whoa….’

What is this again?