Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 99



Episode 99: Rumors (1)

A magic tool that can identify the soul of an evil spirit?

Just a second ago I never expected to find myself in this situation.

but….

‘No matter what happens nothing changes.’

Erase questions just for curiosity.

Are you saying you know something?

Or was it really just a coincidence?

If you can’t be sure it’s better to assume the worst and act accordingly.

The old man is suspicious of me.

So what should I do right now?

“…Magic tools?”

He frowns and looks at the old man.

As if he was more concerned about the word “magic tool” rather than “evil spirit.” As if the short silence just moments ago was all because of that.

“…It’s safe right?”

I look at it with disbelief.

Because I am a barbarian who is ignorant of magic.

I’ve seen suspicious-looking magic tools countless times in Raven’s lab.

‘I guess this is the right response.’

Stop making split-second decisions and take action.

So now it’s the old man’s turn to take his turn.

“Hmm.”

The old man observed me with meaningful eyes then his expression changed and he opened his mouth.

“Hehe you don’t trust me? “Me the master of the Artemion School?”

When I looked at him as if he didn’t need to say that the old man clicked his tongue.

“Tsk what does this friend think of me? Don’t worry. “Aru will prove that the magic tool is harmless to the human body.”

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“…yes? “Me?”

“It’s not that difficult is it?”

“Yes well… if only we could check what kind of magic was used in the magic tool…”

A barbarian who has been in a relationship with a school master for 3 months.

It’s hard to trust that statement because it’s clear which side Raven will prioritize.

but….

‘No matter what excuse you make to refuse you will only end up falling for the trick.’

As I listened to the two of them talking I was convinced.

I don’t know where he left the clue but the old man is suspicious of me.

Fortunately it doesn’t seem like we are at the stage of certainty.

When I see you trying to beat me with a magic tool that doesn’t exist.

‘Probably… there is no such magic tool.’

Erase anxiety and synthesize the evidence thoroughly and rationally.

A magic tool to identify evil spirits?

It hasn’t existed for thousands of years.

As civilization develops it wouldn’t be strange if such an item appeared someday…

‘Still it makes no sense that the original creator was this old man.’

The Artemion School is an orthodox school of wizards.

I mainly conduct research on creating new spells rather than minor topics such as dimensions or souls.

But a wizard like that creates an evil spirit reader?

‘If there really was such a thing in the first place I would have tricked him into sitting in front of the magic tool somehow. ‘I’m not thinking about it like this.’

Soon I made my final judgment.

There are no demon readers.

The old man is just trying to see my reaction.

thus-

“So what are you going to do? “It won’t be dangerous and it won’t take much time.”

“…It won’t take long?”

“It will only take about five minutes.”

“Well if that’s the case.”

I accepted the old man’s offer.

It’s a little uncomfortable but as long as it’s over quickly there’s nothing wrong with it.

But was my decision surprising?

“…are you really okay?”

The old man instead asks me a question.

A response that erases even the smallest trace of anxiety that remains.

I asked back calmly.

“What do you mean? “Are you okay?”

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“…aren’t you worried that it could be dangerous?”

“Didn’t he say he would confirm that?”

“That’s true but….”

“Let’s go quickly. “I’m already tired from waking up early in the morning so I should go back and get some sleep!”

Where the fuck is this old man playing tricks?

***

“You’re gone…”

The laboratory where Bjorn left.

Raven sighed heavily as her teacher muttered something that sounded somewhat vain.

She didn’t understand the current situation.

A magic tool to identify evil spirits?

Not only have I never heard that Master is researching something like that…

“What was that earlier?”

“….”

“Don’t just stay like that. “Are you really not going to tell me?”

Under her master’s instructions she had to prove to Bjorn that this magic tool was safe.

It wasn’t difficult.

Because he was an evil spirit reader the magic tool the teacher brought out did not contain any magic techniques.

It was just a strange looking chair.

[Just answer without saying anything.]

However she kept silent about this fact according to her teacher’s words.

So now it was time to hear the truth.

Of course something was expected.

It’s not like she doesn’t have that much sense.

“…You really thought Mr. Yandel was an evil spirit? “Is that why she was asking what happened in the labyrinth?”

The teacher neither denied nor affirmed.

But sometimes silence is the clearer answer than anything else.

“Ha… So your doubts are resolved?”

“…Okay I guess I was wrong.”

“It’s certainly not that I can’t understand Master’s feelings. Because he is a unique person. But I have one question. “I really want you to answer this.”

The teacher asked again weakly.

“…What is it?”

“Why did you do that? “If I had suspected it was an evil spirit I would have just notified the secret security department and they would have taken care of it—.”

“If you do that won’t you die?”

A small murmur.

“yes? What does that mean—.”

“Okay I’m tired. “I’ll just go now so please clean up after me.”

Soon the teacher raised the small old man up.

And then unlike usual he left with a shy gait.

Before I knew it I was left alone in the laboratory.

She pondered the words her teacher left behind.

‘If you do that you won’t die….’

In other words doesn’t this mean that a living evil spirit is needed?

‘What on earth do you want Master?’

She couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling.

***

dump!

When I returned home I immediately fell into bed.

For some reason I must say that I feel exhausted since morning.

I want to close my eyes for a moment but…

‘I was really surprised that it suddenly came in without blinking.’

I took time to relax my nervous body and reflect on what happened today.

It didn’t seem like there was any mistake.

Looking back it wasn’t a bad response.

Assume the worst but through the given clues we were able to prevent infinite leaps and bounds and thereby infer the best answer.

‘Looking at his expression at the end it seems like the old man has completely lost his doubts.’

It was an incident that happened out of the blue but it turned out well.

However there was one thing that was a little unclear.

When he became convinced that I was not an evil spirit the old man looked somewhat disappointed.

Why?

‘…Well I guess that’s none of my concern.’

After thinking about it for a while I cleared my thoughts.

Not only was it a problem for which there was no answer but it was judged that whatever the reason it was not directly related to my safety.

‘Still I feel a little relieved.’

I’ve been through a shitty thing since morning.

But paradoxically this incident gave me a strange sense of relief. This may have offset the sky-high luck stack these days…

“Bjorn! Wake up! “It’s already broad daylight how long are you going to sleep?”

Did I fall asleep before I knew it?

I open her eyes and see Misha rocking my body.

It looks like he didn’t sleep with her door open but used the spare key she gave him a while ago to get in.

‘I gave it to you to use in case something happens…’

“Misha why did you come here? “I thought you said you were going to the Magic Tower today.”

“You didn’t come home late yesterday. “I told you to wake me up if you were sleeping!”

Well if that’s the reason.

Maybe I should think twice about taking her spare key.

“Oh but how did you know you came in late yesterday? “You really waited?”

“You didn’t decide to come back and tell me what happened there. Besides I didn’t have to wait long so don’t worry.”

It’s hard to say but he must have been waiting for me until late at night.

Are you that curious about what happened at the banquet?

“Now then hurry up and tell me. “What happened?”

At Misha’s urging I slowly told him what happened yesterday.

Wearing the barbarian gear prepared by the butler he led the carriage procession and headed to the banquet venue.

The food I ate there.

And somehow I even ended up winning the tournament.

“Oh you really won? Beating that many knights?”

“Not a knight but an apprentice knight.”

“But first of all I’m not a knight! “It’s amazing!”

What is amazing?

Except for the guy we met in the finals the rest would have easily won even if Misha had been there.

If you look at this guy martial arts is really no joke.

“Okay just write this.”

Anyway after briefly explaining what had happened I started writing a letter with Misha.

It was a reply to be sent to the nobles.

I wrote it all down in the morning but when I woke up it had increased again.

“…Is it really okay to let Bjorn go like this? Not just nobles. If things continue like this something might go wrong.”

“It’s okay.”

“Well if you say so that’s true but….”

Misha looked anxious but wrote the letter as I asked.

There’s nothing to worry about.

What more could you expect from a letter written by a barbarian?

Not only was it a miracle that I was able to receive a reply in the first place…

[I can’t go because I’m busy.]

[So find another barbarian.]

[Sender: Bjorn son of Yandel]

Cancer is enough to keep you healthy.

***

You are at a nobleman’s mansion.

A spacious sparkling place with delicious smells wafting from everywhere.

“I think I finally understand what the tribal leader said when he said the world is wide!”

It feels like I’m in another world.

The clothes people wore the way they spoke and the sound of music.

All we did was play the drums…

“What are you doing? “Come here quickly.”

“Oh I understand!”

A barbarian who became an adult a month ago.

Kappen’s son de Cart followed his client to the center of the banquet.

“Tsk what is that gait? “Walk more confidently!”

It was a little unfair.

I don’t even know what it means to walk confidently.

The equipment I wear is also unnecessarily large and inconvenient.

After all I feel comfortable just bare body….

He wanted to complain but the two carts silenced him.

It’s because memories from the past came to mind.

[He can still move around wearing bigger clothes right?]

He followed the nobleman a few days ago after hearing that he would give him a lot of money and received various educations. Most of it was about how to behave at a banquet.

At first I was angry.

Is it because I am a barbarian that I am making such an absurd request?

I wondered if they were ignoring me.

but….

[That guy! Who is he that keeps asking me questions after hearing strange things?]

[Are you talking about Bjorn the son of Little Balkan Yandel?]

After finding out his identity I had no choice but to endure all his demands.

Bjorn son of Yandel.

A warrior among warriors who defeated all the knights at the nobles’ banquet and earned the wonderful nickname of Knight Smasher.

‘Am I not good enough to be like him?…’

Ducat who heard his anecdote pledged to show a great performance at this banquet.

There was no way the warrior’s actions for which even the tribal leader had praised him at the top of his voice were wrong.

If there’s anything wrong it’s definitely on my side.

I decided to act like a ‘warrior’.

However it wasn’t as easy as I thought.

I felt intimidated by being among elegant and noble nobles who behaved so differently from me.

also….

“It’s delicious…!”

“Make it louder! “He wasn’t that shy!”

“Be behel—laaa…!!!”

Honestly I was embarrassed.

Even if you’re a barbarian does it make sense to scream in appreciation of food in front of people?

Well if I were alone I think I would have shouted several times.

“Don’t just eat the meat chew the bones too!”

Anyway my teeth hurt too.

“Ask for tissues? “Why do you need that?”

My hands were sticky as I picked up and ate the food.

“Huh why are you taking off your helmet again?”

My neck is stiff and my shoulders are heavy.

However soon we will have to participate in a match made up of only barbarian participants.

Will they be able to fight properly?

I felt sorry for myself for even worrying about this.

He said that unlike him his opponent was not a knight.

‘They say you break your head while chasing a goblin troll…’

Even when he entered the city after completing his coming-of-age ceremony his heart was pounding with the ambition to become a famous warrior someday.

But is this a wall of reality?

Less than a month later he faced his shortcomings.

“Why can’t you even do that?”

Dukat finally spoke out the words he had been holding back.

“I am… an ordinary warrior.”

When you want to scream scream.

If you want to destroy something smash it.

Doing whatever you want without feeling shame no matter who is next to you.

“I can’t do that….”

it’s a real powerhouse

This is a right granted only to true warriors who have confidence in themselves.

“Please. Don’t compare me to him anymore. “Bjorn son of Yandel is a great warrior who cannot be compared to someone like me.”

“After all he was special….”

The nobleman exhaled at Ducat’s confession.

And then he looked into space with eyes full of desire.

No maybe he wasn’t the only one.

“I see. “It can’t be done without him….”

“Is it really possible for such barbarian barbarians to be common?”

“I thought all barbarians were like him.”

“They are much more normal than I thought.”

If you look closely you can see similar words coming out from all over the banquet hall.

***

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

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

「….」