Chapter 2512 - SB 23

Misha woke me up early the next morning.

"Wake up, wake up! How long are you going to sleep?!"

It was 6:30 AM.

It was a very early time, considering our schedule of going to Commelby.

"Let's eat out today. I couldn't pack lunch because I woke up early."

"Then let's have breakfast on the 1st floor—"

"No, no! Let's eat outside. Okay?"

"I'm hungry..."

"Come on, I'll buy you something delicious. Okay?"

I was dragged out by Misha before I could even have breakfast. And after escaping on a carriage, we finally had a meal after arriving in Commelby, the commercial district.

Misha took me to a restaurant that she claimed was famous, about 30 minutes away from the public transportation platform.

"How is it? Delicious, right?"

"It's delicious...!"

I don't know what she did to the stew, but it has a very familiar and savory taste.

I should make a note of this place and come back whenever I'm in the neighborhood.

"I'm glad you like it. Do you like it that much?"

"Except for the expensive price."

"That's because you ate four bowls, you barbarian!"

After our late breakfast, we went to the weapon shop and the general store I frequented and sold all the loot.

'3 million stones…'

It's the amount we earned from selling all the equipment and consumables of the three guys from the 2nd floor and Jensia.

It's not a small amount of money, but it doesn't feel that significant. If we had sold Viper's Fang and the 2nd-tier leather armor, it would have been several times more.

'Well, we can sell those later.'

Afterwards, we went to the blacksmith recommended by Hikurod to get the equipment repaired. I was worried about the repair cost since my shield and breastplate were quite dented from the troll battle…

"It's 300,000 stones in total."

…but the repair cost was cheaper than expected.

Well, I guess it's easier to fix dents than melted parts.

"Do you also handle leather?"

"Yes, do you have something to repair?"

"Ah, this part here feels too tight…"

We had Misha's armor repaired while we were at it.

Although I was worried that there might be a problem if we messed with it since it's leather armor, there wasn't any major issue.

"There's no need to add new material for this. We can just use a softener to slightly stretch out the tight parts."

The repair cost was only around 50,000 stones.

Maybe it's because we came here through Hikurod's introduction, but they don't seem to be ripping us off. It seems like a very honest shop.

"Come back in three days."

After leaving the blacksmith's, we wandered around and purchased some exploration supplies.

I restocked Witch's Lamp Solvent, a counter-consumable for stealth, and bought a few more items that came to mind.

And…

"I'll give you two bottles for 2 million stones."

…I repurchased two top-grade potions at the general store I went to before.

It's because I didn't expect to use up one bottle so quickly.

It was a significant expense, but it's a little better since we're splitting the cost.

"Fortunately, we didn't have to touch the money in the shared account. Here's 325,000 stones."

We split the remaining money.

Then I guess we've finished today's schedule.

"Then I'll be going! Sleep well, Bjorn!"

"You too."

We returned to Ravigion in the evening, had a simple meal, and parted ways.

And when I returned to my room…

…what is this again?

I see a silver-haired fairy squatting in front of my door, her head buried in her knees.

"Erwen…?"

"Ah, you're here?"

Erwen greets me with a bright smile as soon as she sees me.

Her eyes seem tired for some reason, so I ask,

"…How long have you been waiting here?"

"Not long. Were you two out?"

"Ah, we had to go to Commelby."

"I see… As expected."

"So what brings you here?"

I ask her what she wants since it's almost time for me to wash up and sleep, but Erwen just keeps her mouth shut.

As if she's organizing her thoughts.

She has a serious expression, but soon speaks in her usual cheerful voice.

"Mister, I won't be able to visit as often as before. I came to tell you that."

"Huh? Ah… well, the situation is different now."

She's not a one-month-old newbie explorer anymore.

Well, she hasn't even been an explorer for a year yet…

…but she should know that now is the time to focus on her growth even more.

"Yes, I'm starting special training with my sister tomorrow. So I probably won't be able to come more than once a week. I wish I could come more often, but… it would take too long."

"Too long?"

"…There's something like that."

Erwen trails off as if making an excuse, and then she smiles brightly and disappears before I can ask any further.

"Anyway! I'll come next week, so see you then, mister!"

"Uh, yeah…"

…What's with this unsettling feeling?

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The next day, at lunchtime, we had a team gathering at a bar.

And we had our return drinks while distributing the loot from the previous expedition.

"It seems like we each get 550,000 stones. The byproducts of the Frogman Shaman sold for a higher price than I expected."

"Haha, it's all thanks to Rotmiller's skillful dissection."

"Ahem, I have to do at least that much since I'm not much help in battle."

I roughly ignore Rotmiller's humble words and finalize the income from this expedition.

400,000 stones from the magic stones we acquired in the rift, 1st floor, and 2nd floor.

320,000 stones left after subtracting the consumable expenses from the money we earned from selling equipment.

And 550,000 stones from the request completion reward and byproducts.

A total of 1.27 million stones.

'I earned this much even after spending so much?'

Despite all the expenses, we still made much more than the previous two months on the 4th floor.

No, actually, considering the essence and leather armor that Misha absorbed, and Viper's Fang…

…we practically made a huge profit.

And I also have the 5 million stones I'll receive from the bear-like man.

'At this rate, I'll be able to reach the 6th-stage engraving soon.'

I grin and take a gulp of beer.

There's still 2 million stones in cash left in Misha's and my shared account.

My personal savings are about 2.5 million.

Although I was a bit anxious since our growth had practically stopped in the past two months…

…looking at my bank account balance makes me feel rich.

"Bjorn! How could you drink the first glass alone?!"

"Huh?"

"Let's drink together! We haven't properly celebrated yet."

"…Yeah, do whatever you want."

"To celebrate defeating that troll bastard and returning safely! Cheers! Everyone, bottoms up!"

After the settlement, we all have our return drinks and reminisce about the past expedition.

Is it because we overcame another crisis together?

The dwarf, our team leader, seems very happy.

However, the drinking party ends even more quickly than last time.

"I… I need to leave now. I have to stop by my family's place."

First, Misha leaves, and then Rotmiller.

"I should call it a night too. I have some business at the guild."

The two of them, who had only been sipping their drinks and going along with the atmosphere because of their prior commitments, leave. With Misha gone, the once noisy party becomes quiet.

I was going to stay a bit longer so that the dwarf wouldn't feel sulky if I left too…

But surprisingly, the dwarf stealthily moves to the next table.

"Hahaha, that's right! Turns out that troll wasn't a big deal! Lie? No way. Do you see that barbarian over there? He's called Little Balkan, maybe you've heard of him…"

The dwarf starts chatting and drinking with explorers he just met, leaving his teammates behind. So I'm about to leave too, but Dwarkey grabs my arm.

"Le, let's talk for a bit."

"What?"

"Co, come to think of it, we've never had a quiet conversation, just the two of us."

Hmm, that's true.

Although I often chatted with Rotmiller when everyone else was drunk and asleep, this guy was usually the one who passed out.

'Does he have something to tell me?'

And that's it.

Dwarkey just sips his drink awkwardly and doesn't speak first.

'Damn it, I should have just left.'

Unlike the noisy surroundings, an awkward atmosphere surrounds me.

So I speak first.

I have something I'm curious about anyway.

"Is your body okay?"

"Ah, yes… honestly, I felt a bit uncomfortable even after receiving treatment from the priest, but I'm completely fine now."

"That's good. Then how about this?"

Dwarkey tilts his head as I tap my forehead, asking him.

"It must have been your first time experiencing your body being folded in half. How is it? Can you still enter the labyrinth?"

It's more common than you'd think for explorers to break mentally.

Sometimes, the cruel memories that remain in the body are etched in the mind like scars.

"Ah, that is…"

Dwarkey hesitates to answer as he understands the meaning of my question.

As expected, it seems like it's not nothing.

"Whew… to be honest, I haven't been able to sleep properly since that day. I thought it was because we were in the labyrinth, but it's the same in the city."

Dwarkey then lets out a long, alcohol-fueled sigh and confesses that just thinking about entering the labyrinth again makes his hands tremble.

"But don't worry too much. It's something that everyone goes through, and it's something we overcome, isn't it? I'll be fine before the next expedition."

He can overcome it…

Judging by his eyes, it doesn't seem like he's just saying that.

But there's one thing that's puzzling.

"Is there a reason for you to push yourself that much?"

Most people overcome their trauma and continue working as explorers.

Because it's their only way to make a living.

In a city where you have to pay taxes to survive, they have no choice but to overcome it.

But Dwarkey, the mage, is different.

"You can earn enough just by working in the city, so why do you want to keep being an explorer?"

Dwarkey hesitates at my question, then chugs a glass of beer before answering.

"That's… because it's fun."

It's a completely unexpected answer.

"Because it's fun?"

"Of course, the reason was different at first. Do you remember what I said when we first met?"

"I remember. You said you wanted to become a great explorer and bring honor to the barony."

"That was all a lie. I just thought that maybe my father… no, the former baron, would pay attention to me if I became a famous explorer."

Dwarkey is an illegitimate child of a noble family.

And as is typical of illegitimate children, he feels a deep love-hate relationship with his blood relatives. He resents them, but at the same time, he wants to be loved by them. It's a contradictory emotion.

"As you know, the former baron passed away. And as you saw… the brother who inherited his position didn't even know I existed."

At first, he felt empty, he says.

He felt like he was adrift after losing his life's purpose in an instant.

Dwarkey, poetically expressing his feelings at the time, looks me straight in the eyes.

"But I was able to overcome it. Because I had four people around me to rely on."

"Don't tell me… yo, you're talking about us?"

"Then wh, who else would it be? At first, I didn't know that's what companions are like. They were more than just friends I could trust and rely on, it felt like fa, family…"

"I, I see?"

"That's right. After my mother passed away, I always felt like I was alone in the world… but when I explored, laughed, and chatted with you guys, I didn't feel that way at all."

Dwarkey finishes his beer in one gulp, as if he knows he's saying something embarrassing.

"Thank you, Bjorn. Thanks to you guys, every day is enjoyable these days. So… even though I went through that this time… I can overcome it."

"…I see."

"Yes. So don't worry too much."

"Alright, I won't worry about that part anymore."

I cleanly dismiss my concerns.

Whatever his motivation, it seems like Dwarkey's mental state will be fine if he's like this.

"Huhu, you know, you seem like a softie even though you're not."

"Enough, let's drink."

Thanks to the sincere conversation, the awkward atmosphere has disappeared.

Dwarkey, who was hesitant in front of me, starts talking enthusiastically, and I listen and respond.

That's when…

"Um, Bjorn… I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"By any chance, are you and Misha… dating?"

I stare at Dwarkey instead of answering.

His flushed face is filled with anxiety and tension.

Only then do I realize one thing.

'No wonder he suddenly wanted to talk alone.'

This was his real intention.

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"Braun Rotmiller. Age 34, it's been 8 years since you became an explorer, right?"

As soon as I entered the office, I felt a contemptuous gaze. Feeling humiliated, Rotmiller answered,

"...That's right."

He was more curious than shocked.

He had received a summons from the Explorer's Guild this morning. So he arrived at the guild on time, even though he was in the middle of catching up with his companions.

And he followed the employee upstairs to this room.

A man was sitting in a chair, and he was a familiar face.

'Nile Urbans, the 7th Regional Manager of the Explorer's Guild. Why would someone like him call for someone like me...?'

A question welled up inside him, but he didn't act recklessly and waited for the man's explanation.

Because who knows what kind of trouble might befall him if he makes even a small mistake?

"Hmm, I like it. Especially the part where you wait patiently even though you're curious."

"Then can you tell me what this is about?"

The regional manager nods with a smug smile at his request and explains the reason for calling him here.

The more he listens, the more absurd it sounds.

"So you're telling me to betray my companions?"

"That's up to you. To be precise, I just need you to fix that barbarian friend's behavior."

Rotmiller clenches his teeth.

One of the only 13 regional managers in the city.

A being who can easily bring great misfortune upon a mere explorer just because they find him annoying.

That's why he needed courage even more.

"I'll... pretend I didn't hear that offer."

He forces out a refusal, his fist clenched tightly.

The regional manager smiles with interest at this.

"If you're done talking, I'll be on my way."

Rotmiller hurriedly turns towards the door before he's consumed by fear.

That's when...

"It's admirable that you cherish your companions. It's truly a wonderful belief. But... how long do you think they'll be your companions?"

Rotmiller involuntarily stops at the voice that follows.

"I looked at your records. I think you must feel quite wronged. It took you 8 years to reach 7th grade. Meanwhile, that barbarian became 6th grade in just half a year."

"I've never felt that way."

"If you say so. But shouldn't you start accepting reality?"

"..."

"Your companions will keep climbing the ranks. They're not ordinary humans like you."

Rotmiller bites his lip at his blunt words.

But he can't refute them.

Because he knows all too well that what the man said is true.

"How long do you think you can keep up with them? Three months? Four months? Hmm, maybe you can last longer. If they pity you, that is."

Rotmiller opens the door and leaves without listening any further.

"I trust you'll make a wise decision."

The regional manager, visible through the closing door, has a kind smile on his face.

-x-X-x-

"Misha and I are just companions."

"Is, is that so? Ah… as expected…"

What does he mean, 'as expected'?

I try to ignore his knowing gaze and take a sip of my beer. Dwarkey then slams his head on the table.

Thud!

No wonder he was chugging several glasses even though he can't hold his liquor.

'Damn it.'

Anyway, our daytime drinking session ends without even lasting a few hours.

I leave Dwarkey, who's passed out, to his best friend, the dwarf, and step out of the bar. It's still daytime.

Therefore…

'I should just go to the library.'

I change my plans, deciding to head to the library instead of going back to the inn and resting.

There are still many things I don't know about this place.

'It's almost the same, but subtly different.'

Just look at the troll we encountered this time.

We blinded it by stabbing its eyes, but it still charged towards Dwarkey, sensing mana.

There was no such setting in the game.

But who knows, maybe there's something about it in the books of this world.

I need to keep studying, not just rely on my knowledge from the game.

'Auril Gabis. I need to keep looking into that name too.'

Somehow, I think I'm reading more books here than I did in the civilized world.

"You're safe, I see."

I arrive at the library, and Ragna greets me with sleepy eyes.

It's been a few months since we exchanged names…

But we've gotten closer than before.

Now she even offers unsolicited advice.

"I understand you rested on the day you came back, but why didn't you come yesterday?"

"I had things to do."

"I know explorers are busy, but you shouldn't neglect your studies."

She has a strange side to her too.

Telling a barbarian not to neglect his studies.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you."

"…Bierdo Parsityev."

After a brief greeting, I receive the [Special Book Detection] spell as usual and enter the library.

And this time, I focus on books related to monsters. I didn't usually look into this area because I already had knowledge from the game, but the situation has changed.

"I'm getting hungry, so I'll be going. Keep up the good work."

"Um…"

"Huh?"

"I'm still… never mind. Don't worry about it."

It's evening when I leave the library.

But what is this?

"Hello, Mr. Yandel."

Just as I'm returning to the inn, thinking I had a productive day, someone is pacing in front of my room.

A woman dressed in black from head to toe, as if attending a funeral, with an elegant aura.

So, her name was…

"You're… Urbans?"

"…Julian. Julian Urbans."

"Right, that was your name."

"…I heard about it from Peta, but I didn't expect you to really not remember."

She mutters dejectedly, twisting her curly brown hair with her index finger.

It might just be a habit, but maybe it's an unconscious manifestation of her anxiety.

'She doesn't look like it from her expression, but is she nervous?'

With that thought, I ask,

"So who is Peta?"

The regional manager's daughter's eyes tremble at my question.

As if she heard something unbelievable.

"…You don't even know Branch Manager Peta's name?"

"Ah."

So that was the mustached man's name.

But how would I know?

We've never even introduced ourselves before.

Honestly, it's a bit embarrassing, but I don't show it and get to the point.

"So what brings you here? Alone, at that."

"I had no choice but to come since you wouldn't meet me."

"I'm pretty sure I refused that offer."

"Can't you understand that I'm desperate?"

Desperate…

For the regional manager's daughter to say something like this, there must be a reason. It's probably something she can't tell others.

Or else, she wouldn't have come alone to meet her hostage-taker.

But I'm a barbarian who doesn't know the meaning of being nosy.

"Just go back. I don't want to get involved in troublesome things."

I suppress my curiosity and enter the room.

However, just as I'm about to close the door…

Clack!

…Lady Urbans quickly wedges her parasol into the gap.

Of course, there's no way it would work.

Bang!

The parasol shatters with a bit of force, and the door closes tightly.

"Huh?"

Perhaps she didn't expect things to go this way. Lady Urbans hurriedly knocks on the door.

"Wai, wait a minute! Let's just talk! It won't take long—"

"Stop it and go back."

"No, really! Aren't you even curious about why I'm doing this?"

"I'm not curious."

"Ugh!"

Did my firm attitude work well?

Lady Urbans, whose parasol even ended up broken, kicks the door in frustration and then leaves with the sound of her clicking heels.

Only then do I breathe a sigh of relief.

'Phew, it seems like it worked out—'

Click, clack.

That's when the receding sound of heels starts coming back towards me.

Could it be that she hasn't given up yet?

Knock, knock, knock.

As soon as I hear the knocking, I start snoring.

Snore, snore!

I judged that this would be enough for her to completely give up, without any further response.

"Ha… why am I doing this…"

I hear a lament from beyond the door.

However, did she decide to change her tactics?

"I know you're not sleeping, so just listen."

Lady Urbans whispers from behind the door.

"Braun Rotmiller. Be careful of that man. I don't know the details, but he met with my father today… Kyaak! How could you suddenly open the door!"

…It was worth listening to.

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An awkward atmosphere fills the room where a man and a woman are together late at night.

Well, that's only natural.

I opened the door for her, but there's no substance.

"So that's all?"

"Yes…"

That Rotmiller was summoned to the Regional Manager's office and then left after 5 minutes.

That's all the information Lady Urbans gave me.

I shouldn't have opened the door.

"So what's your goal?"

Since things have turned out this way, I decide to satisfy my curiosity.

I'm even more curious now.

Why would the Regional Manager's daughter tell me this, even betraying her own father?

Lady Urbans says with a determined expression,

"My goal is my father's downfall."

"…Huh?"

"It can't be helped. If this continues, I'll really have to live like a doll. Anyway, I need your cooperation to achieve this—"

"Get out."

"Yes? No, it seems like you've misunderstood. You'll benefit greatly if you help me—"

Benefit my ass.

There's nothing to gain by making an enemy of the Regional Manager.

"Kyaak!"

I realize how persistent this woman is in this short amount of time, so I pick her up and throw her outside.

And I close and lock the door.

But did my consistent attitude finally work?

"If… you change your mind, please come find me. Ah, and be careful. My father must have done something to that Rotmiller."

With that, Lady Urbans leaves without making any more fuss. So I also wash up and go to bed.

'Rotmiller… I'll have to keep an eye on him.'

Afterwards, the days pass as usual.

Misha grills meat for me every morning, and I spend my time at the library during the day.

When Erwen, who said she would come once a week, visits, the three of us eat together and build our friendship.

Ah, we also had a regular meeting to plan the next expedition.

[Although a troll appeared on the 4th floor last time, it seems like we were just particularly unlucky. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the floor itself, so I think we can proceed as planned. What do you guys think?]

I observed Rotmiller throughout the meeting, but I couldn't find anything strange.

If I had to point out one thing, it's that he was quieter than usual.

This made my mind even more complicated.

I was hoping he would mention it at the meeting if he had talked about something with the Regional Manager.

'…Should I just bluntly ask him what they talked about?'

There's the option of confronting him directly, but I put it on hold for now.

We still have time before the labyrinth opens, so it's better to approach it cautiously.

Anyway, time passed, and three days ago…

[With this, I've paid back my debt. Return it to me now.]

[…Can't you just give me this?]

…I received the 5 million stones from the bear-like man.

I asked if he would be willing to just give me the bracelet, but he firmly shook his head.

Geez, it's not even for ranged attackers.

This item is most effective when used by a character with high regeneration.

Their health recovers quickly during the damage immunity period.

'I should try to persuade him later when we become companions. To sell it to me cheap.'

With that thought, I open my eyes and check the clock.

[23:59]

It's just 10 seconds to midnight on the 15th.

I close my eyes again.

「The character's soul resonates and is drawn to a specific world.」

It's time to enjoy a special kind of daily life.

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Lee Hansu's room, not Bjorn Yandel's.

I lie down on the bed first, thinking it's strange even though it's not my first time.

'As expected, the softness is different.'

I can definitely feel the gap in civilization.

It's not like I bought an expensive mattress.

Well, I guess it would be different if I went for the highest quality in this world too, but.

Click.

I turn on the computer using my toe while lying on the bed, and the monitor lights up instantly without any booting time.

Therefore, I get up and sit in front of the computer.

It's a space that I can only access once a month, and even then, there's a time limit.

I have to use it efficiently.

Click, click.

First, I enter the exchange.

Most of it is the same as when I last saw it, but new posts are being uploaded in real time.

'I'll check this again later…'

I open the chat room list.

When I first came here, I didn't have enough time to use this function leisurely, but that's not the case this time.

[Wizardry]

[Beastmen Gather]

[Elves of the Night]

As I look through them, I see that many people are gathered in the class or race communities, unlike the [Newbie Room], which had less than 10 members.

Well, I guess you would have to go to those places to get useful information.

Things like build guides.

'But… why are there no barbarians?'

As I keep scrolling down, I freeze.

Except for the dragonkin, whose character selection is blocked, every race has a dedicated chat room, but there's none for barbarians.

Well, it's not that there isn't one…

[Behel-laaaaa!] – 0 members online.

…but there are no people inside.

Looking closely, even the last login record is from months ago, and the nickname is crossed out with a red line.

It means that person was either banned or died in real life.

Why are barbarians the only ones like this?

When I think about it carefully, there are a couple of reasons that make sense.

Two reasons, actually.

1. Barbarians aren't very popular as main characters.

Even I often chose beastmen or elves before I completed the shield barbarian build. Or I would choose humans, who have high potential in the later stages.

2. Barbarians have to grab their weapons and enter the labyrinth as soon as they start. Otherwise, they starve to death.

The insanely difficult coming-of-age ceremony.

And the hardcore growth condition of having to enter the labyrinth as soon as you wake up.

'There were already few people, and most of them probably died in the early stages.'

For some reason, I feel a sense of empathy, and my heart aches.

So I look for class communities.

[Noblesse] – 21 members online.

[Treasure Hunter] – 34 members online.

[Swordmaster] – 17 members online.

Healers, archers, swordsmen, etc.

They all have over 10 members online.

But…

[Shielder] – 3 members online.

There are only three tanks.

Zero in the race community and three in the class community.

"...."

What kind of path am I walking?

I feel a bit miserable, so I try looking for country communities.

Fortunately, there's a chat room.

[Long Live Korean Independence] – 1 member online.

Even if it's just one person, it's something.

It's a foreign game that didn't even have Korean translation.

Honestly, I thought there might not even be one.

'Korean…'

I double-click without hesitation.

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Surprisingly, the moment I open my eyes, I see a room that looks like a noble's mansion.

I thought it would be a default skin like a clearing or a field—

"You cameeeeeeeeee!"

Before I can even leisurely look around, the player who was online greets me with a loud shout.

He's a man in his early twenties with short hair.

[Sergeant Lee]

I freeze as soon as I confirm his nickname.

"Sergeant Lee… don't tell me…"

"Hyungnim… you recognize me. It was the day I was discharged."

What the hell is this bullshit!

-x-X-x-

First, we briefly exchange introductions.

As Lee Hansu, not Bjorn Yandel.

"I'm Lee Hansu. I'm twenty-nine years old."

"You have the same last name as me, hyungnim. I'm Lee Baekho. I was twenty-three years old."

"Twenty-three years o?"

"Well… actually, it's been over ten years since I came here."

"Oh, I see…"

I'm speechless.

I had a feeling from the luxurious chat room skin, but over ten years since he came to this world?

How pitiful.

"Wait a minute, then you're older than me—"

"Hyungnim! Stop with that bullshit! I'm going to go back. So we should go by our real-world age!"

"Uh… well, if that's what you want."

As a member of a Confucian society where age is a virtue, there's no reason to stop him from voluntarily becoming the younger brother.

Whew, at least the family hierarchy is sorted out.

"Anyway, hyungnim, I'm sorry, but can I ask you for a favor?"

"A favor?"

"Well… it's a simple test. I'm pretty sure you're the real deal… but I still have to check."

"No, just tell me what it is."

"I'll say something, and you just tell me what comes to mind first. Ah, don't worry. It's a question that any Korean couldn't get wrong."

So it's a kind of Korean test.

Although it's a bit embarrassing for him to say it himself, it seems like there have been some people who tried to freeload by pretending to be Korean because he's doing well here.

If that's the case…

"Then shall we begin…?"

"Go ahead."

I nod, and he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes tightly. I didn't think it was a big deal, but he's making me nervous.

Of course, as he said, the quiz itself was easy.

"Kimchi?"

"…Stew?"

"Ox head?"

"Gukbap."

"Saudi?"

"Arabia."

"Soldier's Creed."

"…Our determination. And I was a public service worker."

"Ah… anyway, this is the last one."

Lee Baekho catches his breath and looks at me with a serious expression.

I'm starting to think maybe the questions were all jokes until…

…Lee Baekho opens his mouth.

"Lee Wan-yong?"

"Son of a… bitch, you crazy bastard."

The moment the curses slip out…

…I'm frozen stiff by a strange aura.

Lee Baekho's gaze, which has become cold, is directed at me.

As if everything he showed me until now was an act.

"I believe you. You're a real Korean."

What the hell is this guy talking about?

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Lee Baekho.

A Korean player who was dragged here on the day he was discharged from the military and has lived in this world for over ten years.

He seems like a nice guy…

'But does this guy also have a problem with his head?'

I can't help but narrow my eyes.

But after hearing his excuse, I can understand.

"Ah, sorry for speaking informally. It's a line I prepared for when someone passes the test. I didn't expect it to take over three years…"

Even I missed having this kind of conversation, and I thought I was far from feeling such emotions.

Besides, when this guy first came here, there wouldn't have even been a community like Ghostbusters.

It's an environment perfect for ruining someone's personality.

"So what's your name, hyung?"

"I already told you."

"Not that, I mean the name you use here. I need to know that so I can help you. Koreans are all about loyalty and camaraderie, aren't we?"

"Thanks for the thought, but no thanks."

I chuckle and shake my head.

Lee Baekho looks at me as if he really doesn't understand.

"Why won't you tell me? If you just tell me your name, you can live without worrying about taxes."

His voice is filled with confidence.

It seems like he's already reached that level of status here.

But my answer is the same.

"If I ask you in return, would you tell me your name?"

"Uh, well, even if you're my hyung, that's a bit..."

"It's the same for me."

Did he finally realize that I'm different from ordinary newbies? Lee Baekho asks with much more interest than before,

"Hyung, what multiplier did you clear it on?"

"What about you?"

"10x."

10x?

Didn't the founder of Ghostbusters clear it on 15x?

As I look at him with a surprised expression, he scratches his short hair.

"Even 10x is nothing. It's like I cleared it using cheats. That's why I still don't know much even though 10 years have passed. Ha, if I had known, I would have just played the original."

Since he's a guy who has survived in this world for over 10 years, his mindset is definitely different from the newbies I met in the newbie chat room.

"So, what about you, hyung?"

I contemplate for a moment and then answer,

"I cleared it on 10x too."

"Ah, really?"

I was a bit worried, but Lee Baekho readily believes me.

"Yeah, this is what a Korean should be like."

"What?"

"When you play games, you're a Korean, right?"

I wonder if his national pride is a bit too strong…

But I don't bother nitpicking.

He's a pitiful guy. I should be more understanding and comforting.

"Yeah, you're right."

"Right? Ha, I'm so frustrated. If there was only a Korean patch, there would have been at least a few people who cleared the original version..."

It seems like Lee Baekho's national pride has become stronger from being surrounded by foreigners.

"Ah, hyung... should I give you some GP?"

"It would be nice to get some, but I'm not going to cash them out anyway. I have plenty of ways to earn them."

"Tsk, your GP will just keep piling up like mine, hyung."

Excluding his personality, Lee Baekho and I are similar in many ways.

He doesn't reveal his identity easily, and although he has a frivolous personality, he seems cautious in his actions.

Well, that's probably why he's survived for so long.

"Hmm... then there's nothing I can do for you."

"It's fine, I didn't come here expecting anything anyway. Let's just chat sometimes."

"Keuh… hyungnim…!"

Does he feel like he's finally met a fellow countryman?

Lee Baekho wipes away his non-existent tears and sobs.

Of course, it doesn't last long.

"Hyungnim, if you have any questions, please ask. I need to do at least that much to save face."

His mood swings are so extreme.

It's hard to keep up with his energy.

Anyway, since he said that, I ask him all sorts of questions to clear my doubts.

However, this guy isn't all-knowing either.

"Ah… well… I'm actually in seclusion, so I'm not that up-to-date on recent information."

"Seclusion?"

"Yes, it's a bit hard to explain in detail. If you want to get the latest information, I'll introduce you to a chat room. It's called 'Watchers of the Round Table'… there's a kind of club made by chuunibyou guys."

The chat room Lee Baekho told me about is a community for veteran players, run secretly and requiring an invitation code to enter…

"Don't worry, your nickname and face are all hidden there… I heard that if you go there and don't know anything, you'll get kicked out after getting beaten up… but since you cleared the 10x version, you don't have to worry about that…"

He explains everything to me in detail as if he's sending his little brother off on a field trip.

It's quite long-winded, but it's all useful information, so I listen quietly without interrupting.

"Hyung, then I'll be going now. See you later."

"You're already leaving?"

"Ah, I forgot to tell you. The pill I took was an early version, so I can only stay here for an hour."

…Is this what they call a generation gap?

I suddenly feel like I would be able to relate even if he started complaining about 'back in my day'. After all, he seems to have lived a much harder life than me.

"Hyung, you have to come back next time, okay?"

"Yeah, see you later."

"If there are any bastards who treat you badly in the city, be sure to tell me."

"Okay…"

"Ah, and also—"

"Enough, just go. We can talk more when we meet again, can't we?"

"Ah, right… next time… yes, hyung! See you next time!"

He leaves with an innocent smile after looking at me with an anxious expression.

So I also leave the chat room.

And as he instructed, I enter the code in the chat room search bar and join 'Watchers of the Round Table'.

[It's not the time to enter.]

[OPEN 03:00 ~ 03:10]

Oh, Baekho didn't tell me about this.

There's no choice but to kill time by browsing the exchange and other boards for now.

And when the clock in the lower left corner of the monitor reaches 3:00 AM, I try entering again.

[New member verified.]

[Welcome to the Watchers of the Round Table.]

[This gathering guarantees complete anonymity…]

Messages that Lee Baekho told me about flash through my mind…

And when I open my eyes…

Flash-!

…I'm in a customization room.

A room filled with all sorts of clothes and accessories.

I wonder if I really need to hide my identity this much with Lee Hansu's body…

But it's better to follow the rules.

I scan the room and choose some ordinary items as if I'm cosplaying.

A slim-fit navy blue suit.

'Masks are mandatory, so I have to wear one.'

For reference, there are various masks that fill an entire wall, and many of them are empty to prevent overlaps.

Creak.

Anyway, I randomly grab a mask and put it on, and the door opens automatically.

A long red carpet stretches ahead as if guiding me.

As I walk slowly, observing the surroundings…

…I see a large round table. There are dozens of seats, but only four people are seated.

Thud.

The people who were chatting among themselves as if they're acquainted, all shut their mouths and stare at me as soon as I arrive.

"...."

A heavy silence falls.

So this is a veteran player community…

Geez, their gazes are intimidating.

Don't they know that newbies are supposed to be cherished and protected?

"Oh, it's a mask I've never seen before?"

The Yellow Clown mask is the first to speak, and a woman wearing a fox mask asks in a sharp voice,

"How did you get in here? We haven't accepted new members for over a year."

Oh, I didn't know that.

"Tell us quickly. Who you are, and who recommended you."

Well, it's not a problem since I prepared an answer to this question.

"You have to answer truthfully. This is that kind of place."

Just like this woman said, a special skin is applied in this space. If you lie, your mask breaks, and you're immediately banned from the chat room.

However, there's one exception.

You can lie as much as you want before the meeting officially begins.

'The fact that everyone is just watching silently means that they're all in cahoots, or they're just curious about what kind of person I am.'

I understand the saying, 'always take a strong approach during your first encounter'.

It must be advice based on hard-earned experience.

Therefore, although I don't want to…

…I decide to follow the line and acting that Lee Baekho suggested.

"Uh, me, me, me…?"

I first act like a newbie…

"Ye, you're ri—"

…and then deliver a counter punch while they're smirking.

"Your mom recommended me."

Geez, I heard everything from that Sergeant Lee, and they're still trying to exploit newbies.

-x-X-x-

People often say that humans are social animals.

Whoever said that first made a very apt analogy.

Although they might not be as primal as beasts, humans also judge each other based on first impressions.

To be respected, you need to avoid being underestimated.

Especially if you're a transfer student who's joining in the middle of the semester.

"What… what did you just…?"

The Fox Mask asks back as if she misheard.

The other masked figures just watch with interest.

It's a kind of initiation ceremony.

My first impression will be determined based on how I act here.

Therefore—

"Why don't you say it again?"

I look at the Fox Mask, who is glaring at me with a menacing aura, and firmly engrave it in her mind so there's no misunderstanding.

"The one who recommended me to this place is your mo—"

"What the hell is wrong with this guy?!"

Crazy bastard, lunatic, stubborn fool, and so on.

No matter what I hear, it's better than giving them the impression that I'm weak.

However, there's one thing I didn't expect.

"Hey, you."

The moment a fierce light shoots out from the slits of the Fox Mask…

'…This is a strange feeling.'

I feel a tingling sensation on my skin from the clear murderous intent.

Not a metaphor, but literally.

My heart pounds, and goosebumps appear as I feel a threat to my life.

How is this possible in a world where physical force doesn't even exist?

Fortunately, I know about this phenomenon.

'So this is that technique.'

It's the first time I've experienced it myself, but it's definitely the technique that Lee Baekho told me about earlier.

Something that can only be used within Ghostbusters, the spiritual world where thoughts and intentions have power.

He said it's a useless trick, but it's perfect for scaring newbies.

"Are you going to say it again? The same thing?"

The Fox Mask asks me once more, increasing the density of her killing intent. I even think I see a cold sneer behind her mask.

Therefore…

"I, I, I…"

…I stutter again.

Smirk.

I hear laughter.

It's not from the Fox Mask, but from the others.

They must find it amusing that a newbie who was acting all high and mighty is now backing down.

"Why can't you say it? You were doing so well earlier."

Is she really pissed off?

She shows no intention of letting it slide as her killing intent intensifies.

Of course, it's not a problem.

"No, it's, it's no, not that… I, I…"

"Speak. Clearly, without missing a single word."

"Alright, whatever."

I decided to stop acting like an idiot.

"The one who recommended me to this place is your mom. So what? Do you have a problem with that?"

"Wh… what…?"

The Fox Mask looks bewildered at my sudden change in attitude.

"No, he's clearly under the influence of my intent? How…"

Instead of answering, I first pick my ear with my pinky finger, which has been itchy since earlier.

It seems like the others have already figured out what's going on.

"This is certainly an interesting situation."

"Newbie, enough with the games, it's a bit too much."

"Although it's impressive, that kind of attitude will only make enemies. Lion."

I click my tongue as I hear their respective comments.

Interesting guy, arrogant guy, pathetic guy.

That's all there is to it, their evaluation of my act. Geez, I even put in effort to manage my image with acting.

'Right, this isn't even worth being surprised about.'

Come to think of it, it's only natural.

This is a veteran player's club.

It's impossible to expect special treatment just because I endured one attack of killing intent.

"How dare you mock me…?"

The Fox Mask, who belatedly realized that I was acting like an idiot, shows the most intense reaction, but…

…my first impression would still be just an annoying guy.

Therefore, I close my eyes tightly and recall the conversation I had with Lee Baekho.

[You want me to hit you with killing intent? Eh, no way. If I do that and something goes wrong, you might develop a mental illness. Since this uses intent, the stronger your mental strength, the stronger the effect becomes…]

The power of killing intent is proportional to your mental strength.

For reference, by mental strength here, he doesn't mean the stat, but actual mental strength.

[That's why I said it's only for veteran players. The more you kill, the more you brush with death, the stronger your mental strength becomes. Well, some people are just born with it.]

Then what about me?

Well, I'll find out if I try it.

I haven't actually used it because Lee Baekho didn't have time, but it doesn't seem that difficult.

[Anyway, I'll tell you how to use it. No, actually, there's no special method…]

Lee Baekho said that…

…to unleash killing intent, you first need to hypnotize yourself.

[Think of them as an enemy. An enemy you absolutely have to kill and eliminate.]

Coincidentally, self-hypnosis is one of my specialties.

"Um… someone is talking to… me…"

The Fox Mask, who meets my gaze as I open my eyes, freezes for a moment, then scoffs as if it's absurd.

"Ha, you call this revenge?"

It seems like it worked properly, but the effect wasn't that strong.

Therefore, I focus on my intent even more.

"How childish."

These guys are goblins.

Bastards who are trying to kill me.

Right, enemies who are threatening my life.

"Just apologize. I'll admit that I was testing you at first, so if you apologize sincerely, I won't hold a grudge over this."

I hypnotize myself, imagining running towards them and smashing their heads in with my mace.

That's when…

'Huh?'

…I feel a sensation as if something is being drained from my head. It's a strange feeling that's completely different from pain, something I've never experienced before.

"No, pride doesn't mean a single apology—"

The Fox Mask, who was scolding me, suddenly stops talking.

And she freezes stiff, unable to move.

As if she's been caught by something invisible and can't even budge.

"...!"

The emotions in her wide eyes are also familiar to me.

The look that my enemies showed at the very end.

The look they had when they saw the mace about to smash their heads.

'Uh, I didn't expect it to be this effective.'

I look around to confirm, feeling a bit surprised.

The three, who were reacting to the Fox Mask's behavior, all show clear responses as soon as our eyes meet.

Swoosh.

The Antler Mask, who was leaning against a pillar, moves his hand towards his waist, where a sword should be.

He's the one who thought I was arrogant.

Flick.

The Crescent Moon Mask averts his gaze and looks down.

He's the one who looked at me with pity.

"...Uh, well, I didn't say anything?"

The Yellow Clown Mask waves his hands exaggeratedly and steps back.

He's the one who thought I was an interesting guy.

'What is this?'

Instead of feeling happy, I'm even more confused by their intense reactions.

Why? Why is it so effective?

I don't have time to calmly contemplate.

Crackle.

It feels like my brain is being wrung out like a wet towel.

I feel mental fatigue as if I've been awake for three days and nights.

I instinctively realize…

…that I only have a few seconds left to maintain Barbarian Killing Intent Mode.

'Damn it, he didn't mention this.'

I hurriedly look at the Fox Mask.

She's trembling.

"Pl, please stop. I, I'm in danger…"

She begs with difficulty as I just stare at her silently.

And at that moment, Killing Intent Mode ends.

"Whew…!"

The Fox Mask takes a deep breath, as if surfacing from underwater.

I look at her flinching as our eyes meet, and I'm certain.

'Whatever it was, it worked out thanks to that.'

The image I wanted to create as soon as I realized the atmosphere was hostile towards newbies.

I've successfully become a crazy bastard who shouldn't be messed with.

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"…To cause this much of a scene just from one test. Things are going to be tough from now on."

The silence that filled the room is broken as the Antler Mask mutters.

"Pfft, it was an interesting experience. How much more do I have to kill to be able to do that?"

Just as the Clown, looking at me with a strange gaze, mutters…

Clack!

…the four doors connected to the room all close at once.

Honestly, I was scared shitless, but it's a good thing I didn't show it.

It's just that the entry time is over.

"It's already this late."

"We're ending with just the four of us again this time… no, five of us."

I take a random seat as everyone else is sitting down. However, before the meeting officially begins, questions are directed at me.

Unlike earlier, they're not questions that try to gauge my identity.

"Lion, this must be your first time at the gathering. I thought you might be a founding member after seeing that killing intent… but the Lion mask has always been on the wall."

I nod at Crescent Moon's words.

There's nothing more pointless than denying something when there's clear evidence.

It's better to just admit it coolly.

"So what do you want to say?"

"…Have you met the Master? Ah, you can just say no if you don't want to answer."

Crescent Moon's tone is polite and cautious, as if my crazy bastard image is effective.

Is this why people should act like maniacs?

It's a realization that I wouldn't have had if I hadn't become a barbarian.

"If you want a reward, I'll give it to you. Although it might be difficult to meet your expectations."

"Forget about the reward. Why do you think I met the Master?"

I answer arrogantly.

Because I don't even know who the Master is.

"That's… a strange question. You're a newbie who joined a year after the Master disappeared, wouldn't it be natural to think that?"

"That's probably why Fox tried to test you and got screwed over."

The Fox Mask turns her head away in shame as the Clown mutters as if to himself.

'It seems like the Master refers to the founder of this gathering.'

As I'm piecing together the information and trying to understand, Crescent Moon continues,

"Ahem, anyway, not only that, but you seem to know a lot about this place for a first-timer."

Hmm, that's not thanks to the Master, but to Lee Baekho.

Wait, who the hell is that guy?

I make a mental note to gradually find out about Lee Baekho and end my thoughts.

"So can we get an answer to the question? If you just tell us when and where you last saw the Master, that would be enough—"

"The answer is no."

"Whew, I see. Alright."

Crescent Moon cleanly lets go of his curiosity and steps back.

If I seemed like a pushover, he would have definitely pestered me with questions.

"Anyway, leaving aside the Master, how about we get started?"

The Clown, who seems less interested in the Master's whereabouts compared to the other three, wraps up the conversation and signals the start of the meeting.

I'm glad I knew the rules beforehand.

If I had asked such a question here, my mysterious image would have been shattered.

"Then I'll go first."

The first turn goes to the Clown who initiated the conversation.

"The King of Lafdonia's illness has worsened."

A red light illuminates the jewel embedded in the center of the round table.

It means that the information is true and that more than half of the people gathered here know about it.

"Worsened? Isn't that too vague?"

"Everyone knows that the King's health is serious. Tell us something more useful."

The Fox and Crescent Moon frown and criticize the Clown.

I just stay silent.

'I didn't know that…'

The King is sick?

I've never heard of it. There weren't any rumors like that circulating in the city. Well, it would be strange for the King's health to be a topic of conversation on the streets.

"Whew, they don't even know how important this is. Pathetic."

The Clown glances at the Fox and Crescent Moon and then subtly looks at me.

'You understand what I mean, right?'

That kind of meaning seems to be embedded in his gaze.

"..."

I just stay silent again.

Because I'll at least be in the middle ground then.

"The captain of the Rose Knights died yesterday. How about this? You'll admit this is useful, right?"

A heavy silence falls upon the round table as the Clown shares more information.

"...The palace will be bloody."

"Yes, we need to prepare too."

Who the hell is the captain of the Rose Knights?

Anyway, since the jewel emits a green light, we move on to the next turn.

This time, it's the Fox Mask's turn.

"The Jagun Clan succeeded in subjugating the 1st-floor Floor Master."

"Hoo, as expected of those guys."

"Pfft, I saw the purchase request disappear from the exchange, so it seems like they got the strategy from somewhere. I thought they would never be able to defeat it."

I remain silent this time too.

It's not because I don't know anything, but because it's about me.

'So the Jagun Clan was the one who defeated it.'

I couldn't find any information in the city besides the fact that the Floor Master had been summoned.

'…It's a good thing I came here.'

Since the jewel emits a green light again, it's Crescent Moon's turn next.

"Huhu, I don't think anyone knows about this."

"Just spit it out."

"If you activate the hidden piece on the Isle of Tranquil Fairies, 'Labganus' will appear three times guaranteed."

The Fox and Antler masks are surprised at Crescent Moon's words.

"That's good news for anyone who's been trying to get Labganus' essence."

"Wait, what about the hidden piece? What is it?"

"Wouldn't it be shameless to ask for that too? Anyway, it's the next turn… huh?"

Crescent Moon, who was about to naturally pass the turn, freezes.

It's because the jewel emits a red light.

Unlike before, where anonymity was maintained, it's easy to guess who already knew the information.

Because the previous two made it obvious that they didn't know.

"Crescent Moon, don't be too disappointed. Most people wouldn't know what you're talking about, you know?"

Crescent Moon sighs as the Clown offers words of comfort.

"Until now, I just had to worry about Clown not knowing, but now there's one more…"

I shrug.

Who told him to share something that you can learn just by playing the game?

"You can just tell us about the hidden piece."

"That is… it's still a secret."

"Hoo, then you'll inevitably be banned today—"

"Haha, what are you talking about? I was just saying that it's embarrassing because I have to reveal my hand."

Crescent Moon sighs and then reveals new information.

"They say the fairies have found traces of the 'Sacred Relic Thief'."

Although the jewel emits a green light, the Fox narrows her eyes and raises an objection.

"Traces? Isn't that too vague?"

"Information about the 'Sacred Relic Thief', which had no leads until now. This alone is highly classified information."

"Hmm, fine. I'll admit it."

"Crescent Moon, as expected, you were a fairy, weren't you?"

Crescent Moon's turn ends as the Fox, who raised the objection, backs down.

And all eyes turn to me.

Although Antler is still there, it's naturally my turn since we're going clockwise.

'I'm getting nervous.'

Is it because of their expectant gazes?

I feel pressured even though I've chosen some useful information to share during my turn.

If it's all information they already know, it will be embarrassing.

'I should just start with something I'm sure about.'

I want to maintain my mysterious image as much as possible, so I select information that would be difficult for others to know.

"If you kill a Demonic Halfling with three people, an essence is guaranteed to drop."

As expected, the jewel on the table emits a green light.

However…

"…Kill a Demonic Halfling with three people?"

Why are they surprised about that part?

It's easy to do it with three people on cheat mode, isn't it?

'It's even an easy monster to defeat…'

I can't understand it at all.

-x-X-x-

A level 3 monster, Demonic Halfling.

The difficulty of defeating it is on the lower end among level 3 monsters, but it's a 'rare' monster that's difficult to encounter because of a few conditions for its appearance.

That's why I chose this for my first piece of information.

Even cheat mode players wouldn't have much experience defeating Demonic Halflings.

And there's no way they would have defeated it with only three people.

'And most importantly, even if you know, it's useless.'

Actually, that was the biggest reason.

Demonic Halflings are hard to find.

And it's even harder to defeat one with only three people.

This isn't the cheat mode world where you can absorb up to 30 essences per character. In other words, it's information that would be met with a 'huh, there's something like that? Interesting' kind of reaction even if you heard it.

Right, that should definitely have been the case…

"Is that true?! Ah, ah! I didn't mean to doubt you. Really. You know?"

Starting with the Fox Mask, who jumps up to ask a question and then hurriedly adds an excuse…

…everyone's reaction is a bit strange.

"…Kill a Demonic Halfling with three people?"

"A Demonic Halfling… that's a level 3 monster, right? Is that even possible…?"

It's as if they've heard something unbelievable.

"Then let's move on to the next one."

I nonchalantly pass the turn as if it's nothing special.

Actually, it's a tactic to divert the attention that's focused on me, but no one notices thanks to my mysterious image.

"Fortunately, the green light came on."

After the last member, Antler, also shares his information and gets the okay, the first round ends.

According to the notice I saw when I entered, from now on, the participants decide whether to go for another round through discussion…

"I'll stop here today."

As Crescent Moon, who didn't seem to have prepared much, declares that he's leaving after the first round, the atmosphere leans towards ending the meeting here.

"Hmm, then I'll stop here too. I'll save what I was going to use for the next meeting."

"If Fox is leaving, I'll also stop. I have a lot prepared, but… since those two don't know about it, I'm not confident."

As the Fox and Antler Mask express their intentions to not participate, the Clown looks at me with a subtle voice.

"Mr. Lion, what about you? I'm fine with continuing the meeting just the two of us—"

"I'll stop here too."

"Yes? Why?"

I shrug and don't say anything.

Well, I also want to go through several rounds and gather information if I could…

'But if we do it with just the two of us, there's a risk of being exposed.'

The risk is too high.

If I throw out a test question and the green light comes on, the fact that I'm a newbie will be revealed.

And it's not very efficient to trade one piece of information for another.

"Hmm, that's unfortunate. I finally met someone who could be helpful, but it's already ending."

The meeting ends with the Clown's words, dripping with regret.

But what is this?

"...."

Even though the meeting is over, everyone is just silently looking at each other without leaving the chat room.

Although they're pretending not to, I can easily sense that their attention is on me.

It seems like they're expecting me to say something before leaving.

'…Right, I was the main character today.'

I chuckle to myself and seriously contemplate.

The meeting I attended for the first time.

Today, I succeeded in creating a 'concept' that wouldn't be underestimated by the veterans.

Then what would be the most fitting action for this concept?

"...."

Clown, Antler, Fox, Crescent Moon…

I slowly observe the four veteran players I met today, one by one.

And…

"Is this all?"

…I just leave.

____________________

"He… left."

As soon as Lion left, Fox let out a breath she'd been holding back.

"Fox, are you alright?"

Crescent Moon asked cautiously, looking at her.

Although the subject was omitted, the intended meaning was clear.

It really was dangerous a while ago.

"...I'm fine."

Killing intent.

An intention to kill someone.

It's an intangible thing that's usually difficult to feel unless you have a keen sense.

However, it's a bit different in this special space where minds are connected.

"Are you really okay? Your fingertips have been trembling."

Without the filter of a physical body, the moment you're exposed to killing intent, an overwhelming fear is engraved in your mind.

Of course, it usually ends there…

…but in severe cases, the spirit suffers a significant blow, and the aftereffects linger even in the real world.

"It'll stop soon. Fortunately, it didn't reach mental contamination."

Although she says that, Fox is shaken.

What would have happened if Lion had withdrawn his killing intent even a little later?

The thought alone sent shivers down her spine.

She might have developed a speech impediment, even if it wasn't as severe as insanity.

"Who the hell is he…?"

Fox blurts out the question she'd been holding back.

A newbie who joined a year after the Master disappeared.

She considered herself to have a high mental barrier, but she could only endure his killing intent for a few seconds.

She's curious what kind of experiences one has to go through for their mental strength to reach that level…

…but what's truly astonishing is something else.

"That person, he withdrew his killing intent as soon as he realized I reached my limit. And instantly, at that."

"…As expected, it wasn't my imagination."

The oppressive killing intent disappeared in less than a second.

It's something that's hard to describe in words.

To completely erase an intention that was materialized through extreme focus?

Is that even possible for the human mind?

'Why did I have to be the one to step forward…'

While Fox regrets her reckless actions, Antler speaks.

"More importantly, what do you think about what he said?"

"About the Demonic Halfling?"

"Yes."

"It can't be… a lie. The light of truth came on."

Of course, the jewel on the round table isn't absolute.

If the speaker firmly believes that it's the 'truth', the jewel will emit a green light.

But…

"I don't think he's mistaken."

"That's… I agree. That's why it's confusing."

For Lion's information to be true, one prerequisite has to be met.

That they defeated a Demonic Halfling with three people.

"It's probably something from the game, but it sounds too absurd."

"Wouldn't it be possible in 50x mode? Well, I don't think Lion cleared that difficulty."

Crescent Moon chuckles and joins the conversation at Antler's words.

And at that moment…

"Hmm, so you're all assuming that Mr. Lion is talking about information he learned from the game?"

The Clown speaks in a meaningful tone, and a brief silence falls.

"...."

"...."

Of course, it doesn't last long.

All three of them shake their heads and smile awkwardly.

"…Haha, there's no way."

"Clown, you always say the strangest things."

Although she doesn't deny it like the other two, Fox also feels the same way.

To raid a Demonic Halfling with three people… how could they do that here when it's even difficult in the game?

"Tsk, you guys all lack imagination."

The Clown clicks his tongue as if he's disappointed.

"Anyway, please be better prepared next time."

"Prepared? For what?"

"Information! Information! What the hell is this? A person like that finally appears, and we have to send him away because we don't have enough information? Are you going to take responsibility if he loses interest in this place? We don't even know what he'll tell us in the future!"

"Hey, losing interest is a bit of an exaggeration—"

"Didn't you hear what he said earlier? He was clearly disappointed, disappointed!"

"Keu, ahem…"

"If you don't have anything useful, at least find something stimulating and interesting. I don't intend to miss an opportunity like this because of you guys. Got it?"

The three remain silent at the Clown's taunt.

And they maintain an awkward silence without saying anything.

Watchers of the Round Table.

A secret gathering place where players exchange information, a place that ordinary players wouldn't even know about. The three of them had pride in being members of this place.

However…

[Is this all?]

…that single sentence shattered everything.

His cold, mocking gaze made them realize how arrogant they had been. And his departing figure without looking back made them involuntarily acknowledge it.

Watchers of the Round Table.

In the end, this place was also just a well to someone.

'That was fun.'

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I opened my eyes, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Lee Hansu's room, with the bed and the computer desk close together.

I checked the time and then closed my eyes again.

'Watchers of the Round Table…'

The community Lee Baekho told me about was more beneficial than I expected. It's the perfect source of high-level information, which I was lacking.

'I should stick with them until the end, somehow.'

Of course, to do that, I need to maintain my act.

Although I probably wouldn't be kicked out immediately if they find out I'm a newbie…

…the way they try to figure out my identity will become much more direct.

'Anyway, let's organize the information I can get from that place tomorrow…'

I shift my focus.

[Sergeant Lee]

Lee Baekho.

The embodiment of misfortune who was dragged here on the day he was discharged from the military, and… a player who exudes the aura of stagnant water.

Honestly, I'm still baffled.

It's like he slipped something into my pocket.

'I'll have to thank Baekho next time we meet.'

I just entered the chat room because I missed talking to Koreans, but I ended up making an incredible connection. Of course, I don't intend to remain in a one-sided relationship where I just receive favors.

Not only is it not the kind of relationship I want…

…but Lee Baekho, that guy, is definitely not a pushover either.

'Right, relationships last longer when you know where to draw the line.'

With that thought, I sat down in front of the computer and continued my community activities.

Unlike last time, I sold minor bits of information and accumulated GP, and I spent my remaining time browsing the forum and entering chat rooms to adapt to the atmosphere.

And so, my second community activity session ended.

「Character is being transported to Lafdonia.」

Bjorn's room, not Lee Hansu's.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I habitually checked the clock.

Not much time has passed this time either.

'…It would be perfect if I weren't so tired.'

I'm quite mentally exhausted since I was awake for an additional 12 hours on top of my usual sleep schedule.

No, is this just a side effect of overusing killing intent?

Whatever the reason, it's a good thing I cleared my schedule for tomorrow—

"Bjorn! How long are you going to sleep?!"

Damn it.

I just closed my eyes for a bit, and Misha is here.

It seems like morning has already come, as the window is bright.

"Just a little longer…"

"Ugh, what do you mean 'a little longer'? You always tell me I'm lazy. Don't tell me you stayed up all night at the library again?"

"It's not that."

Since Misha is sensitive about meals, I obediently get up and have breakfast with her. And then I collapse back onto the bed.

And after some time…

…I open my eyes and look towards the window, and a faint orange glow is visible on the glass.

"You're waking up now that the sun is setting? What the hell did you do yesterday?"

"I just had trouble sleeping."

"…You?"

Her reaction makes me feel a bit hurt, but I have nothing to say. It's a barbarian's body, so I can fall asleep instantly if I want to.

"But… were you here the whole time?"

"Of course not. I finished morning training and even met Dwarkey for a while, and I went to my family's place."

"What? Wait, you met Dwarkey…?"

"Yeah, he said he had some concerns, so I gave him some advice."

Misha said it as if it were nothing, but I couldn't just let it go, knowing Dwarkey's feelings.

In [Dungeon and Stone] too, romantic relationships between companions were a shortcut to a bloodbath.

"So… what kind of concerns did he have?"

"Hmm… it's someone else's problem…"

Geez, making a barbarian feel hurt.

"Why are we strangers?"

"Well… I guess it's okay to tell you."

Misha spills the beans as I subtly express my hurt feelings.

It's just an ordinary relationship consultation.

He likes someone, and he's wondering whether to confess or not?

'I can't believe someone would actually worry about that…'

I chuckle, but I ask further to confirm.

"So what did you say to him?"

"Huh? I just told him to confess like a man?"

"I see…"

It's a somewhat expected answer.

Misha, who hasn't even had a single proper relationship until she turned twenty-five. Just by looking at the way she usually acts towards me, it's clear that she's not interested in romantic relationships—

"Th, that's… what I'm saying…"

That's when Misha suddenly avoids my gaze and trails off.

Her face seems unusually flushed.

What's this? Is it because of the sunset?

Just as I'm wondering…

Misha grabs my hand.

"Bjorn, if it's okay, could you come to my house with me tomorrow?"

"…Come with you?"

Not visit?

I ask back, thinking the context of her words doesn't make sense, but Misha just nods.

"Yeah, yeah. Can't you do it? I'll do everything you say from now on. Okay?"

I quickly grasp the situation, wondering what's going on.

It's not like she's asking me to visit her accommodation.

"Don't tell me, by 'our house', you mean your family's estate…?"

Misha hangs her head low at my question.

"Yeah…"

I can feel her nervousness through her trembling hand.

And has the sun set further? The sunset, shining through the window and illuminating Misha, has become much deeper.

Misha gulps and adds an explanation.

"My, my father said he wants to meet you… so… can you come with me… please?"

An invitation from her parents…

It would be a lie to say I'm not flustered, but…

I answer without hesitation,

"Alright."

"…What? Really? Are you serious? Wow! No take-backs!"

"Enough, what time should we go tomorrow?"

I feel like what was coming has finally arrived.

-x-X-x-

Misha Kaltstein.

A 5th-year explorer from a pureblood family who couldn't make a contract with a Spirit Beast and was treated as less than a child.

'Her father wants to meet me…'

I understand to some extent.

I've learned enough about how the Red Cat tribe operates through Misha.

"But why are you so quiet? I asked you what time we should go."

"Uh, that is… I, I don't think tomorrow will work. I need to prepare myself mentally… I also have to tell my father beforehand."

"What? What are you talking about? You were the one who said let's go tomorrow?"

Misha avoids my gaze and fidgets with her hands as I ask incredulously.

"That's… because I didn't expect you to agree so easily…"

"So you said let's go tomorrow?"

"Yeah, didn't you say that's how you negotiate?"

"...."

I don't remember saying that, but Misha's plan isn't bad.

If I said I didn't have time, she was going to pretend to postpone it and naturally push it back to another day.

"Ugh, when I ask you to go out and have fun, you always say you're busy, but what kind of whim is this?"

"It's your father who called, isn't it? Of course I have to go meet him."

"Huh? I, is that so?"

Misha avoids my gaze at my excuse.

"You, you… how could you say something so embarrassing?"

Geez, didn't she say barbarians and beastmen aren't strangers?

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"I'll let you know when we make an appointment, so go now. I need to sleep more. Ah, and don't come tomorrow. I have to leave early."

"What? You're going to sleep again after sleeping all day?"

"If you keep nagging, I won't—"

"No! I won't bother you, so rest well!!"

After Misha hurriedly opens the door and leaves, I go back to sleep.

And the next morning…

'Phew, I finally feel alive again.'

Only after sleeping for a full 36 hours does my head feel clear.

I should refrain from using killing intent from now on.

Anyway, after washing up, I head to the sanctuary, and the elder greets me.

"It's been a while, Bjorn, son of Yandel."

Where's the chieftain?

I ask cautiously, feeling curious, and I get a somewhat unexpected answer.

"The chieftain went to the city for business. He should be back tomorrow."

"It's strange for the chieftain to leave the sanctuary."

"It's not common. By the way, if you have business here, how about meeting the young warriors while you wait? You would be a good inspiration for them."

I politely refuse the elder's hopeful suggestion.

I don't feel bad that I'm now recognized as one of the successful products of the barbarian tribe, but my business today is something else.

"Then can you call the shaman?"

After a short wait, the shaman's disciple comes and guides me to the tent.

The bald shaman with wrinkles is smoking a large pipe, puffing out smoke.

"Kekeke, you're here again, warrior. You're quite resourceful."

His voice is unusually high-pitched today.

His pronunciation is also a bit slurred, as if he's on drugs.

"Can I receive a Spirit Engraving today?"

"As long as you have enough money, keke."

No, that's not what I meant. I was asking if it's okay to do it in this state, as if you're drunk.

I'm worried, but I open my wallet.

Clink, clink.

'With this, I'm broke again.'

The cost for the 5th stage engraving is 8 million stones.

After paying this, I'll only have about 700,000 stones left. Well, there are still 2 million stones in Misha's and my shared account…

But I can't use that for personal purposes.

"Warrior, you're one short."

"…I was about to put it in."

I put in one more 500,000-stone magic stone, and the payment is complete.

Tsk, I thought it might work this time.

'I guess I don't have to worry about him making a mistake.'

I focus on the positive aspects and lie down on the bed.

And…

"Keuhhhh…"

"Kekeke, warrior! Scream louder!"

"Kyaaaaaaaak!!"

The familiar pain soon engulfs me.

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「5th stage of Undying Engraving activated. Stamina greatly increased.」

「Physical stat increased by +30.」

「Mental stat increased by +30.」

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In [Dungeon and Stone], Stamina is an important stat.

Although it doesn't have a major impact on combat power, you become incapacitated when your stamina runs out.

Even when doing raids that last for hours, 'Stamina Regeneration Enhancement Scrolls' are considered essential consumables.

However…

'I didn't know it would be a useful stat in real life.'

The other day, I felt the limits of my stamina in the Witch's Forest. And yesterday, I even fell into a state of semi-consciousness due to mental exhaustion.

That's why I feel it even more vividly.

The changes in my body and mind.

"Kekeke, you look quite well today."

Normally, I should be half-dead by now, but the accumulated physical and mental fatigue feels much lighter today.

I'll have to check the details later, but with this level of effect, wouldn't I be fine even after staying up for two nights?

Of course, if you asked if it's worth 8 million stones, the answer would be definitely not.

'…As expected, engravings are inefficient in terms of cost-effectiveness.'

It might be different in the mid-to-late game where stats are more valuable than money.

But in the early to mid stages, it's more efficient to buy equipment or even buy essences with money…

…and it's also the way to shorten the growth time to level up quickly and save money to upgrade engravings.

That's why I also originally planned to only get the 1st stage engraving and then leave it alone for a while.

I didn't expect to get [Gigantification] so early.

'Phew, but I'm glad I only invested in engravings, now I only have one stage left.'

The emptiness of having less money is fleeting.

I feel a sense of accomplishment.

The moment I reach the 6th stage, all the investment I've made so far will be repaid several times over.

"Warrior, why are you just standing there? Leave now, I'm tired."

Lost in thought, I leave the tent after hearing the shaman's dismissal.

It's already evening.

I walk cautiously, checking the bushes in case Ainar is waiting like last time…

'She's not here.'

Ainar is nowhere to be seen until I reach the city, walking along the dark forest path.

Well, she must be busy, as her training is almost over.

'Come to think of it, there's only a month left now.'

I chuckle as I walk through the unusually quiet streets.

Time…

…it's both fast and slow.

It feels like just yesterday I was limping around because I didn't have leather boots and stepped on a trap.

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「Bjorn Yandel」

Level: 4

Physical: 360 (New +30) / Mental: 184 (New +30) / Ability: 128

Total Combat Index: 941 (New +60)

Acquired Essences: Corpse Golem - Rank 7 / Vampire (Guardian) - Rank 5 / Orc Hero - Rank 5

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Three days later, Misha and I board a large carriage heading towards the 13th district.

It's because the beastman sanctuary isn't adjacent to the 7th district where we live.

"Ar, are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you hungry? I packed some things just in case, do you want to eat?"

I laugh in disbelief at Misha's attentiveness.

"Stop it. I'm not going to turn back in the middle."

"No, I'm just worried. It's going to be an uncomfortable situation for you. I have to treat you well since you're going because of me—"

"Enough, I'm going to sleep, so wake me up when we arrive."

"Al, alright… It takes about three hours, so sleep well."

I close my eyes and sleep before she can bother me any further.

And after some time…

…just as Misha said, the carriage arrives at its destination at noon.

'Six hours round trip… no wonder she always sleeps over when she visits.'

Although it's not that far in a straight line…

…since we have to take a detour around the restricted 14th district, the travel time is longer than expected.

'Well, that's probably why she settled here. She wanted to be as far away from home as possible.'

"Bjorn, why are you just standing there? Are you tired? Should I carry you?"

"Enough, just lead the way."

"Got it!"

I follow Misha, the local, and look around the streets.

It's not much different from the 7th district where I currently live.

The streets are a bit more complicated, and there are more beastmen and dwarves.

However…

"We're here."

…the beastman sanctuary that we arrive at is quite different from the barbarian sanctuary.

'I heard about it, but I didn't expect it to be this much…'

Both are located outside the city.

But that's all they have in common.

Instead of makeshift huts or tents built in the forest, most of the structures are made of stone, and there are even proper roads.

And…

"Daddy, look! It's a barbarian, a barbarian!"

…there are shops open for business, and beastman families are walking around.

As if they live here, not in the city.

'We're all kicked out once we become adults…'

The beastman sanctuary is literally a village outside the city for beastmen.

But is it strange that I'm staring blankly at this sight?

"What's wrong…? Is there a problem? No, we can't turn back even if there is?"

"…I was just surprised."

"Huh? Surprised?"

Misha tilts her head as if she doesn't understand.

Although there are many things I want to say, I don't.

It would be like spitting in my own face to complain about the poor environment of barbarians.

I just ask casually,

"Are all sanctuaries like this?"

"Um, I don't know what you mean."

"Shouldn't beastmen be raising animals in the forest?"

Actually, even in the game, the beastman sanctuary was like that.

Well, that was 150 years ago, I guess?

"Ah, uh, I heard they used to live like that to maintain traditions… but it was so long ago, I don't really know."

"…I see."

Phew, why are barbarians the only ones who haven't changed?

I suppress my complaint and follow her as she walks, and soon a giant mansion appears before us.

"We're here."

Damn it.

Our chieftain still sleeps in a tent.

As I sigh deeply, Misha starts observing my expression again.

"Do, don't be nervous. It will be fine. You're Little Balkan, Bjorn, son of Yandel, right? My father likes famous explorers. Okay?"

Although Misha tries to reassure me, she's the one who looks nervous.

"You're the one who needs to calm down. We're at your house, why are you acting like this?"

"Huh? I, I'm fine?"

"Then open the door. How long are you going to stand here?"

Misha takes a deep breath and then rings a bell to summon a servant.

"Um, can you open the door? We'd like to come in."

The servant just glances at us once without answering, opens the door, and then leaves.

'What was that?'

It's a very strange sight.

Because Misha isn't a half-breed anymore.

'I heard that her father knows that she made a contract with a Spirit Beast.'

I glance at Misha, and she's also looking at me, as if she had been observing me, and our eyes meet.

The emotion in her eyes is familiar to me.

My ex-girlfriend often had that look.

The look she had when she was caught doing something she didn't want me to see.

"That… you know, Bjorn, there's something I haven't told you yet."

"Just say it quickly."

Misha gulps and then speaks cautiously,

"Only my father knows that I made a contract with a Spirit Beast. So, no matter what happens inside, please don't get angry. Okay?"

"That depends on what happens."

"It's nothing special. Just a bit worse than that guy we saw earlier. That's all."

"Explain in more detail. So that I can respond accordingly."

Misha hesitates for a moment and then tells me in a resigned voice.

Verbal abuse from her siblings, bullying disguised as pranks, and the servants whispering behind her back.

There aren't any particularly serious incidents.

She must have chosen to tell me the relatively milder stories.

It must have been much worse in reality.

"Of, of course, no one will act like that to you. So you don't have to worry—"

My lips curl up into a smirk.

"Bjo, Bjorn? Why are you smiling? Do, don't smile. It's scary when you smile… It will all be over once my father reveals it. I, I just have to endure for a little longer."

Misha tries to reassure me, but to me, that's the biggest problem.

That bastard of a father knows everything and is just letting her suffer.

Whether he has a reason for accepting that silence or whatever…

…he neglected his child's pain for his own sake.

But on top of that, he called me to this house.

'He must think I'm a fool.'

Suddenly, I feel a dark malice emanating from this giant mansion.

It's like looking at a dungeon filled with monsters.

Is that why?

"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"

A battle cry erupts from my throat.

And at the same time, the servant, who had disappeared without even a bow, reappears.

"What are you doing, barbarian! Show some manners!"

"Manners…"

I approach him, pondering his words.

"You must have a problem with your head."

What kind of barbarian would show manners to an enemy?