Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 97



Episode 97: Barbarian Trophy (4)

When using [Wild Eruption] the threat level increases.

However at this time the threat value does not give a ‘provocation’ judgment to non-monsters.

As Dwalki said the other day.

[Hmm… It was a very strange feeling. My head knows there’s no danger at all but my body seems to be telling me I have to run away…]

A timid person cowers in fear.

On the contrary a brave person shows his will to win.

So what about this guy?

“Ha!”

The answer was the latter.

For a moment he came to his senses and swung his sword again even as he flinched at the shout he let out in front of his face.

If he had a shield in his left hand like usual he could have just flicked it away…

‘It won’t be much different now.’

That’s it anyway.

The tanker’s body in orbit exists solely to block enemy attacks.

Sreuk.

He moves one of his hands removed from his ax to the path where the sword is swung.

At the same time a dull sound follows.

Kagak-

The look in the eyes of the guy who thought he had won the battle was filled with doubt.

He must have been curious.

Sharp cutlery and bare arms.

When will you ever hear a sound like this made when the two meet?

“…?”

A moving focus with a light that hopes for an answer.

His gaze arrives at its destination.

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“Don’t you understand?”

In response to my question the guy nodded his head blankly.

Why did his sword cut through his skin but not his bones?

There are many reasons.

Bone strength physical resistance naturally large and strong skeleton increased physical parameters due to [Wild Eruption] etc.

On the contrary if he had cut off my wrist in one go that would have been even more absurd.

but….

‘There’s no need to tell me in detail.’

Because I am a barbarian.

“you-”

One word is enough.

“be weak.”

It was a very cringy line after spitting it out but the effect was significant.

A fool who pulls out the sword stuck in his arm after receiving the greatest insult.

It was a bad choice.

Sigh-!

Fresh blood sprayed as the blade was pulled out.

Cheeeeeeeek-!

The sound of corrosion follows.

and….

“Kwaaaaaaah!!!”

A moan of pain.

“A dastardly move….”

What did you say I just stayed still.

It was clear that something was wrong with his head so he reached out his hand and grabbed the guy by the hair.

Well if you run away you’ll have a headache right?

“Wow!”

The blood to the brain was cut off and the fish began to struggle.

It was almost as if the table had already been prepared.

Surely if you twist just one of its branches it will squeak and die.

but….

“The equipment has been unequipped.”

“Comprehensive item level decreases by -495.”

He puts down the weapon he was holding in his hand.

The reason is simple.

Kakakang!

A double-edged battle ax that the butler is said to have paid a lot of money to buy for today.

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If you hit him on the head with this you can’t even make an excuse that you didn’t intend to kill him…

‘I promised.’

I made a promise to Knight Samdori.

He said that when we meet later he will definitely get rid of the problem with his head.

Therefore…

Wow.

With a fist the size of a watermelon

I hit my temple with all my might.

Whoa whoa—!!!

If you have a problem with your head.

“Behel—laaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”

Just remove the head.

Yes a barbarian would certainly have thought so.

Or not.

***

silence.

A state in which there is faint or no sound around you.

That state lasts for a while.

“….”

It was a very strange sight.

It’s a place where so many people gather.

It was even a time when festivals were in full swing.

How many times have hundreds of people been silenced without any tacit agreement creating silence?

“Where is the city priest!!”

The silence came to an end as a knight rushed out carrying a horse with a half-crushed head.

Therefore I also approached the referee.

“Do I need to tell you who the winner is?”

The referee looked embarrassed at my question and then shouted to the crowd.

“The winner is Bjorn Yandel of Baron Martoin!”

At first I thought they were discriminating against me because I was a barbarian.

But looking at the crowd’s reaction it doesn’t seem like that is the case.

“Waaaa!”

“Barbarian! “Barbarian is the best!”

“This is my first time experiencing such an exciting duel! “I feel like my stomach is empty!”

“But isn’t that knight dead?”

“You are so cruel. Please touch here. “Can you feel your heart pounding?”

“Uh uh… I feel like…”

“How many people die during a duel? And at that level the priest will treat you well.”

In fact the reaction was even hotter than the first duel.

“Behel—laaaaa!!”

After giving the service and a few cheers I got off the stage and headed to the barracks.

This is not a place where the Baron would be waiting…

The barracks where Silmosegi was taken to receive treatment.

“Yes yes you bastard! “Where am I?”

As soon as we entered the barracks shouts of displeasure erupted.

It belongs to the remaining two of the three knights.

Without even responding I approached the priest who was treating me.

“Is he dead?”

“…It won’t be life-threatening.”

Even as the priest answered he glanced at me with an unfavorable gaze.

“Couldn’t you have taken matters into your own hands a little bit?”

I was a little offended that a follower of God would say something like that but I had enough excuses.

“I never thought it would be like this for me.”

“…?”

“Isn’t this a knight! He just put down the ax and struck it with his fist! But how do I know that he will faint in one hit?”

At my confident answer the knight Samdori blushed with shame and the priest opened his mouth as if he was dumbfounded.

“Stunned… are you saying? “It was a serious injury to the point where brain fluid was leaking out but I fainted—”

“If I survived wouldn’t I have fainted?”

A choice of words that even Einar who taught me about the life of a barbarian would put aside.

Soon the priest shut his mouth.

I decided that there was no point in talking.

“….”

An awkward silence began to fill the barracks.

I thought about just leaving but Silmoshigi came to his senses just then.

“Uh uh… where am I…?”

A man muttering with blank eyes.

The divine power unleashed by the high-ranking priest had already completely healed the crushed head but it was not an all-purpose cheat.

“I was definitely going up to the battlefield…”

Hearing his muttering the priest explained the situation.

There was a major earthquake and his brain was seriously injured.

But he healed quickly so give it time and his memory will come back.

“I see. Thank you for your help—”

The guy who was thanking the priest for his kind briefing froze when he saw me.

“Yes why are you here….”

A look closer to fear than embarrassment.

It was a little questionable.

How can you react like this when you say you lost your memories during a duel?

“Hmm you really don’t remember a thing?”

“Oh it doesn’t fly. So please leave.”

Well it doesn’t sound like I’m lying…

Still since I’m here I’ll have to check things out before I go.

“If you do one thing I will leave right away.”

“…?”

“It’s nothing special just repeat what I sing.”

I told him exactly what he had said to me before and asked him to repeat it.

“If I just do that they’ll let me go…?”

“Of course.”

When he nodded his head he swallowed his saliva.

And he followed exactly what I said.

But…

“It got that name because it was so small in the first place… Ugh…”

Suddenly he trembles like an aspen and grabs his head.

“iced coffee…! “I remember…!”

As I recalled the past it seems that temporarily lost memories came back.

“Good. “Go ahead.”

At my continued urging the silkworm stiffened like a stone statue and began to fight.

“Stop that… I did everything wrong. So please…”

Apologizing?

An attitude that I would never have imagined if it were him in the past.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Luckily the problem in my head seems to have disappeared.”

“yes. So please leave now. “Patients need rest.”

“Sure.”

Hearing the priest’s words I left the barracks without any regrets.

“I’m going to get out of here. “Hurry up and run away…!”

A faint commotion was heard from beyond the barracks.

As I listened it finally felt real.

I am neither a doctor nor a priest with divine powers.

I am just a barbarian living in this barbaric world.

But so what?

‘As expected the barbarian is a fraud.’

Just today.

I solved a problem that even a fuse couldn’t fix.

***

“Good job. “I really didn’t expect it to end so quickly… But where did you go?”

When I returned to the waiting barracks the Baron greeted me.

When I told him that I came to see the fish out of curiosity about its condition he chuckled.

“You too are quite unique. “You care about such things and then attack so mercilessly.”

To say without mercy is a bit harsh.

“If it were a labyrinth I would have hit it with an axe.”

“Well that’s true but….”

“To be honest I didn’t know it would be this weak. “I thought you would be strong because your body is slow.”

An answer I prepared in advance in case something happens.

For some reason the Baron burst into laughter.

“So what’s wrong with you? “It’s because they didn’t practice properly.”

“But is it okay for it to continue like this? “They may be apprentice knights but aren’t they also nobles?”

“Huh are you really worried about the future? Then don’t worry about it at all. “Isn’t that what happened during the battle?”

“But aren’t knights the family’s property? “What if the nobleman they swore allegiance to harms me?”

“Uh don’t worry? In the first place why would an apprentice rather than a formal knight participate in a game like this? “Because even if I die it won’t be a big problem.”

The Baron then assured him that no one would embarrass him over such a trivial matter and that even if something like that were to happen he would prevent it.

It was exactly what I wanted to hear.

“So you just focus on winning. “I saw earlier that people were responding well. The more you act the more satisfied the Count who hosted the banquet will be.”

Well then.

I feel like I can break all of their heads without worry.

I saw earlier that the priest’s abilities were no joke.

“The winner is Lord Tilian of Viscount Henslevania!”

Afterwards I watched the duel with the Baron and waited for my turn. It was quite fun at first but I soon lost interest.

Should I say that the fighting style is too similar?

I think I understand why people were so excited when it was my turn.

‘Is this because he is a noble even though he is a collateral family? There’s no showmanship.’

Since I was a little tired I asked the Baron for permission and took a nap in the corner for a while.

How long has it been since then?

The butler very carefully woke me up.

“…Hey there’s someone looking for you.”

“Who are you looking for?”

It was a bit unexpected but before the butler could ask anything he finished what he wanted to say and disappeared.

So I went out and checked it out.

But what is this again?

‘Knight Samdori?’

Two of the three people in the example are standing.

Also before I could even ask what was going on one of the guys stretched out his hand to grab me by the collar.

He doesn’t know his name.

He was a little clown who slandered me.

“This girl—!”

As I slowly stepped back and avoided his hand the little clown stiffened as if embarrassed and continued speaking.

“Hehehe. this guy! “What on earth have you done to Lord Sylvania!”

“Lord Sylvania?”

I picked his ears and tilted my head and the guy got very angry.

“You don’t even know the name of the person you dueled!”

After all that was his name.

So the name is…

“Sil… Meria….”

“It’s Lord Sylvania!!”

“So is there something wrong with him?”

The two people began to tremble at my question.

“That’s what you mean…! “Whenever the mention of you comes up he loses his temper and goes into an uproar!”

“How can it be so vicious? “No matter how much you hold a grudge you can’t put a person in that situation… Do you have no mercy or honor?”

Mercy and honor?

That’s not something a bastard who said he would cut off my head in 10 seconds would say.

I made a final diagnosis.

“…I never thought the condition would be this serious.”

Quick problem solving is needed.

***

“What are you doing here?”

The commotion ended with Baron Mar Tohan sticking his head out beyond the barracks.

He must have been stabbed but as soon as he saw his face the intruder left the place.

“…What were they?”

“It’s no big deal.”

“Okay anyway I had a great idea for you to come here but I was wondering if it was actually possible.”

Afterwards I went back to the barracks and had a trivial conversation with the Baron to kill time and before I knew it the first round had ended.

And the quarterfinals tournament came to an end.

But is this the ‘hero’s fate’ that the shaman was talking about?

“Lord Quartean of Baron Serpia and Bjorn Yandel of Baron Martoin please take your seats!”

Surprisingly he faced one of the three knights in the second round.

He was a guy with bravado traits.

“Don’t expect it to be the same as before.”

Even though the duel has started the guy opens his mouth and says something.

“I may say it myself but Lord Sylvania is the weakest among us—”

In fact it was easier than the first time.

I took advantage of the muttering and dashed forward.

and….

“Uh huh…?”

The guy was so shocked that he stretched out his hand and grabbed it by the head regardless of whether he swung his sword or not.

Just a serious punch to the temple.

Whoa!

Soon the guy fell helplessly to the floor the flesh and bones of his head crushed. This happened only 3 seconds after the duel started.

but….

“Waaaa!”

“Please crush me like that next time!!”

“Knight Smasher! “It’s the knight crusher!!”

Even though it was a fight that ended in an instant the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

It was truly ironic.

‘I can’t believe you enjoy it so much while watching people’s heads get smashed.’

This is how you don’t know who the barbarian is.

***

“The character’s reputation has increased by +10.”

「Character’s fame value increases by +10…」

「….」