Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 94



Episode 94: Barbarian Trophy (1)

My vision goes dark and light slowly returns.

‘It’s my room.’

Not Hansu Lee’s but Bjorn Yandel’s inn room.

I checked my watch and saw that exactly 12 seconds had passed since I was called there.

‘Does 1 hour there mean 1 second here?’

The time gap itself was not surprising.

Because the labyrinth was like that too.

No matter how many days I spent there when I returned to the city it was always noon the next day.

‘I don’t know the principle but it’s a convenient phenomenon.’

Still I think I need to be careful.

In other words doesn’t this mean that you will be defenseless for up to 12 seconds? Of course if it’s an emergency there’s no problem as you can log out right away…

What if it’s not an emergency?

It’s like roasting beans over lightning.

What if something happens in those 12 seconds?

‘It must be difficult to respond properly.’

Well I have no intention of not using the community for this reason. We just make our subconscious aware that there is this risk.

That way when something happens you can make a decision as quickly as possible.

“Whoa….”

Stretch and take a long breath.

There was a bit of fatigue in the air.

Mental fatigue not physical.

‘Well I was awake for 12 hours.’

I closed my eyes thinking that one day if there was someone who only overslept on this day I might suspect them of being a player.

I didn’t want to sleep right away but I needed time to organize my thoughts.

‘It’s a good thing I went in early.’

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Ghostbusters.

It was a place that was built and operated with more perfection than expected. It was not enough to serve as the source of information I wanted.

Thanks to you I was able to obtain information about the dimensional collapse.

‘It’s a rumor…’

That’s a good thing. One thing is certain.

However for some reason a sense of despondency and anxiety grew in size at the same time.

When I first heard it I thought this was it.

If not this what on earth is about to explode?

‘…I guess I should be more careful.’

With that thought in mind I fell asleep.

And time passed and the next morning.

The day to keep the promise to Baron Martoin has arrived.

***

“Have a nice trip! “Be sure to come and tell me!”

I went out onto the street being seen off by Misha.

And as a result of changing carriages several times on the platform.

Arrived at Baron Martoin.

“Come here. “I don’t have time.”

As soon as I entered the spacious mansion I was taken to a fancy room and changed my clothes.

Are you saying that my behavior is not barbaric enough to attend the count’s banquet today?

‘Nimiral.’

Since I’m a barbarian I experience things like this.

Normally I would have decorated it neatly for the opposite reason.

“Oh my look at those muscles….”

With the help of the maids he takes off his breastplate and shirt.

And wear shoulder pads on your bare body.

A shoulder guard designed with thorns on one side and an animal skull on the other.

With it on…

“Could you please lower your body a little?”

“Sure.”

The maids on the scaffold whine and wrap something around their stomachs.

A championship belt that is over a span in size by my standards.

Why the fuck do I have to wear something like this?

One breastplate can protect your entire torso.

“Please raise your arms.”

From then on various fashion equipment was added to my body against my will.

Equipment that focuses on intimidation rather than defense.

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The weight balance was so arbitrary that every movement was uncomfortable and the maids’ loose hair kept falling down and obstructing the view.

but….

‘I know what you want.’

When I soon looked in the mirror.

Beyond that stood a barbarian warrior who quenched his thirst with dragon blood and looked like he was eating ogre meat for a snack.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me.

What if you lack defense or practicality?

If you approached me like this everyone would be busy peeing and running away.

The feeling of intimidation was so great.

It’s called Show Window (true) Barbarian mode.

But was this not enough in his eyes?

“Tsk.”

A goat-bearded man looks at me with disapproving eyes.

So this guy’s name is…

You haven’t heard it yet.

“What’s your name?”

When the butler frowned at my question he gave a short answer as if he didn’t want to mix up her words.

“Call me aide—”

“That’s right butler.”

“…Tsk I guess he’s an ignorant barbarian.”

The butler was a guy I didn’t like in many ways.

Are you saying that there are more people who grew up without it in the first place?

He always treats me in a tone that makes me feel like I’m dealing with someone below him. Actually the Baron didn’t have anything like that.

Do you think it’s possible to do anything?

‘Well after all he’s a commoner.’

Even though I was grumbling to myself I put the insoles into my shoes under the butler’s instructions.

Plate boots weigh a whopping 7kg due to excessive design greed. Adding foreign substances to it made it taste like death…

“It’s worth taking a look at now. “Before that it was too small.”

What can you say you idiot?

‘Let’s suffer for just one day.’

Somehow they said they would give me 1 million stones as daily wages.

This isn’t just a saying; it was a real expense.

Anyway things like how to move towards a rude butler and where the Baron should stand when talking to someone else.

After receiving training in such details it was time to leave.

“Time is up. “Let’s go now.”

Exit the palace-like room and head to the front door.

A luxurious carriage was already waiting.

The Baron whose face I haven’t seen today is probably riding over there.

“Why are you staying still? “Your position is over there.”

I stood at the head of the carriage procession.

Are you saying that if I walk out in front you will follow me?

“This is an important mission so make sure to keep your eyes facing forward and your posture to maintain the dignity of the Baron…”

The young butler seemed to distrust me and kept nagging me until I left.

“depart!!”

Soon a knight riding a horse right behind me hoisted a flag and shouted and I led the procession at a reasonable speed.

plod trudge.

As you leave the main gate you can see the wide paved street at a glance. The streets of Karnon the ecliptic in District 1 where I wouldn’t have been able to enter if it were my original status.

Even the store buildings are magnificent and the people’s clothes are all classy.

Also the imperial palace which was not visible from where I live is revealing its presence from afar.

‘Well I have to break through here quickly to use the sky auction house…’

The butler told me to just look ahead and walk but I didn’t miss this opportunity and walked around looking around.

Was that why?

“stop!!”

The procession stopped once as it took a wrong turn.

The butler cub came running towards me in a lost mood and shouted something.

But I proudly picked my ears.

So who wants to leave it to the barbarian?

***

The distance from the Baron’s mansion to the Count’s house where today’s banquet is held is about 6km.

Although I have a history of crawling on three legs to cover more distances…

‘Nimiral.’

I overlooked the fact that I was wearing a full set of equipment that was the essence of irrationality.

Sweat is flowing profusely.

If it weren’t for the insole I put in at the end it wouldn’t have been this hard.

“Baron Martohan is eating it!”

As I was walking and chewing on the butler I finally arrived at my destination.

As soon as the front door of the count’s house opens curious looks come from all over.

There are probably a lot of nobles who don’t even go to the castle but it seems like this is the first time I’ve seen a barbarian lead a carriage procession.

“You must have been inspired by that anecdote and followed it by putting a barbarian at the forefront!”

“It’s such an intimidating feeling. “It felt like a giant had stepped in.”

“Wow father can’t we come in like that next time?”

The nobles gathered at the outdoor banquet hall filled with banquets warmed up the atmosphere by expressing their sentiments one by one.

Was it a reaction you liked?

The Baron got off the carriage and burst into laughter like I had never seen before.

“This is the first time I’ve received this much attention just by entering. “When I return I will reward you generously.”

The Baron felt so good that he even promised a bonus.

“I will come after saying hello to the Count so you can enjoy the banquet.”

Soon the Baron entered his mansion accompanied by only a few retainers. Then the knights naturally dispersed and mixed into the banquet.

Only then did I notice.

“….”

That I was left alone in this large banquet hall.

“Oh look at the horns on that helmet. “Be scared.”

“It looks like it was modeled after the ancient demon Parseira!”

A suit a tuxedo and a dress with a low back.

The knights’ armor boasts white luster and precious metals that shine like lapping waves.

I am alone there taking on the appearance of a barbarian.

This isn’t some kind of monkey in a zoo.

“Oh I walked. “Where are we going?”

Just by taking one step words of curiosity come out from all over.

I feel like the PTSD I thought I had overcome will come back.

At that time a man approached me.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

He was a knight who served as a rider in my immediate rear row.

“You too are a monster. “You can’t believe you wear that and walk this much without stopping.”

The driver who must have watched my hardships closer than anyone else chuckled and tapped my shoulder.

“How about we go over there and rest together until the Baron comes back?”

what? Is this man light?

“good night.”

Soon I followed the driver and sat down in the empty seat.

Although there were all kinds of delicious food around I had no appetite. Perhaps this was a bit of chivalry but he just sat quietly and quenched his thirst with alcohol.

I suddenly became curious and asked.

“Are you okay with not hanging out with them?”

“If you go you won’t be welcome. “I come from an explorer like you.”

For some reason this guy alone had yellow buds.

“This is Bjorn son of Yandel. “What is your name?”

“Carls Erimore.”

After making a brief statement we had a conversation.

I felt from the beginning that Carls was a pretty good guy.

Because he was an explorer he could communicate well and even though he was a knight he did not show his characteristic arrogance.

That butler needs to see this and learn—

“What are you doing now? “Who told you to sit down?”

The butler who had entered the mansion with the Baron found me and came running at a quick pace.

It seemed like he didn’t like the fact that he was resting.

“Look here aide. Stop it. “This guy told me to take a break.”

“…Is that so?”

When Carls who was worse than him muttered the butler was shocked and lowered his voice.

“Get up when you’re all rested. “What would people think if a barbarian sat down and rested?”

“…are you taking a break?”

“No people will think you are that weak. So get up. “No matter what your essence is you must be an iron-blooded warrior today.”

Due to the butler’s urging I eventually got up from my seat without being able to rest for long.

‘…Okay let’s suffer for just one day.’

Wasn’t it a promise to make him proud like the Baron’s trophy?

Let’s thoroughly act out what he wants.

Of course it was far from resignation.

An iron-blooded warrior.

A barbarian in this world whose fists are ahead of the law.

Barbarian.

Okay if that’s me…

“Behel—laaaaaaa!!!”

As soon as the mind control was finished a shout broke out.

“What are you doing all of a sudden!”

I don’t know how much it cost to custom-make the equipment I wore today or how pathetic I looked when I got lost.

The butler who used to make insulting remarks frowns.

Seeing that makes me wonder why I held on until now.

Am I not a barbarian?

“I just felt like doing it!”

In that sense in a barbarian way I picked up a piece of meat next to me.

Is it something like a tomahawk?

There is a bone attached to the meat like a handle.

“Yes this is what I wanted—”

As he eats the meat with his bare hands like a savage the butler nods that he is right.

but….

“…?!”

The expression on his face hardens as he watches me chomp down on the bones.

I spoke to him politely maintaining my integrity as a barbarian warrior.

“I want to smash your head butler.”

“…what?”

The kind of words he had probably never heard in his life. Looking at the butler with an expression of doubting his ears I kindly added an explanation.

“For some reason I feel like doing that!”

Ahhhhhhhh.

Even as I was saying that the bones of an unknown animal were breaking into small pieces in my mouth.

***

“No you’re joking.”

“Are you kidding me?”

When he tilted his head as if to ask what that meant the butler’s complexion turned pale.

I guess I finally realized it.

After all I am also a barbarian.

“Did what I said sound like a joke?”

Barbarians are simply ignorant.

And be faithful to your emotions.

Of course the butler may not have knowledge of the barbarian’s physiology.

but….

‘If you had investigated my background you would know what happened at the guild.’

Of course there are excuses.

There was no other choice at that time.

This is a world where most things can be punished with fines except for looting non-payment of taxes and a few laws related to nobility.

I thought that if I could prove that I was not a plunderer I could handle the rest somehow.

But that’s something only I know.

To others I would have just looked like a crazy bastard.

“…I have some work to do so I’m going to go. “Now you can rest.”

The butler hurriedly left with an awkward look on his face as if he had really investigated my background.

Carls who was watching the situation laughed out loud.

“Hahahaha! “For the first time in my life I knew he could make an expression like that!”

For some reason my actions a little while ago seemed good to this guy.

“But is this okay?”

“It’s okay. “Because it’s sturdy.”

Rather than an innate ability it is a residue acquired as bone strength stats increase.

For some reason I started to have an appetite so I started eating food in earnest.

“Look at that!”

“Oh how barbaric!”

The noble ladies looked at me as if they were seeing a living creature for the first time but it didn’t matter anymore.

What’s wrong with looking like a barbarian?

If I could just let go of shame there wouldn’t be a more comfortable position.

“Behel—laaaaa!”

“Why are you suddenly screaming again?”

“it’s good!”

I hesitated for a moment in the elegant banquet atmosphere.

I also began to enjoy the banquet in earnest.