I Became a Barbarian (1)
I became a barbarian.
My age is twenty-eight.
It’s the crucial time to enter society, date a girlfriend, and save money for marriage.
“Ugh, what’s with this bullshit again.”
I sat in front of the computer, just tapping the keyboard.
No, the phrase “sitting in front of the computer” was wrong.
I was lying on the bed, with the computer on the bed above me.
Why was I playing games so uncomfortably?
Because I had cancer.
After chemotherapy and surgery, it was said that it might relapse, with two years or up to five years left, so I should prepare my mind.
The reality of cancer at the height of my twenties was incredibly heavy. The only saving grace was that my parents had passed away first, so I didn’t become a filial son?
Ha, what good is that?
I let out a deep sigh and focused back on the monitor.
“Look at this failure.”
On the monitor, “Game Over” was displayed.
I had been distracted for a moment and got wiped out.
After a brief moment of irritation, I clicked the mouse a few times, and the screen showed the words “Dungeon Crawler.”
This was the game I had been hooked on since getting cancer, Dungeon Crawler.
I shortened it to Dunckra, and this game is a roguelike RPG.
I had never played a roguelike genre before, and I had no intention of playing one…
“Ah, if I play as a male character, that would be a wall.”
The succubus illustration was amazing.
I had heard that in 2D games, illustrations make up half, and it was true.
The moment I saw the succubus’s illustration, my balls twitched just before dying, so I bought it without thinking.
Of course, I died in the first floor without properly exploring at the start.
“When will I raise it again…”
Anyway, since it was a game over, I had to start over, but this time it was too disappointing.
No, my controls are bad, but the party members are even worse, so I got wiped out?
Most of the frustration in this game is due to the AI, not the monsters.
Ha.
“Should I take medicine and try again…”
What can I do? It’s the world’s logic that the one who falls first loses.
After taking medicine and sleeping for a while, I started tapping the keyboard again.
Tadadak━.
Enjoying the satisfying keyboard sound every time, I played for a long time.
Somehow, I had reached places I hadn’t been able to go before.
“Is this the final boss?”
The boss rooms I’d seen so far were like a joke, with huge portals.
Even after four years of playing, I was amazed by the first large portal I saw, so the NPC companions were causing a ruckus.
“Why are you saying you’re going to marry your childhood friend when you return, and you’re going to play with your daughter who you’ve never been able to play with because you’ve been saving money?”
With that, it was a party that was going to die soon.
If they said that in front of me, I should blow their mouths.
Angered by the ominous words of the companions, I moved my character.
Thud━.
Right after entering the portal, with the BGM and the boss appearing, the battle began.
And the end was…
“Aaaaaah━!”
Wiped out.
Was the marriage line the problem?
Or was it the guy who was lamenting his longing for his daughter?
Or was it my fault for receiving those guys as party members?
I set a new record after a long time, but the end was an incredibly empty wipe.
“No, ha… really.”
With my hand barely lifting from the creaking, even after wiping my dry face, it was fucked.
No.
The magician failed to resist the magic and went into confusion, shooting magic wildly, so his mana ringed.
Allied deaths were a bonus. Magicians aren’t supposed to be smart?
Only smart people can use magic, right? They should automatically dispel confusing magic.
And the tank guy too.
If you miss your daughter, you should think about returning alive, but at the most important moment, sliding your hand and dropping the shield? Does that make sense?
No matter how unlucky, does this make sense?
Huuu…
That these kinds of guys were my companions, making me think of cigarettes I had never smoked.
While I was irritated by this futile ending,
“Ha, damn…”
Pain flowing through my spine, I immediately put the medicine in my mouth.
And for a while, I curled up my body and moaned from the approaching pain for dozens of minutes.
“What a shitty life…”
I had to do what I had to do.
The pain was horribly painful, but it was always there.
After the pain subsided and I straightened my posture again, I opened the character creation window.
“…Oh?”
Was it because I set a new record?
After a very long time, additional points sparkled and showed their presence.
“This time, I’ll go a bit easier.”
This game is very unfriendly, but if you do something special, it gives additional points like this.
“Three points… what to put in?”
If luck is good, I can go through the latter half smoothly.
Then what should I do to get praised for doing well with it?
“Um… I’ll pass on the dealer for now.”
When I fought the guy who was estimated to be the final boss earlier, I felt that putting in only damage was difficult.
The magician’s mana ringing could be covered somehow, but since the tank was doing stupid things, the party didn’t wipe out, right?
Better to let me be the tank than to trust the stupid AI.
Then I can put in damage if necessary.
“Good, then let’s choose the race first.”
Dungeon Crawler has many playable races.
It was probably an unavoidable choice for the developer who had to sell DLCs.
Fortunately, for balance, good races can only be used by investing additional points or completing specific quests, so that was good.
This time too, I was going to play as a human.
But since I’ve only played as human for the past few days, let’s try something else.
I lowered the mouse wheel, thinking what to do, and eventually chose one race.
- Uwaaaaaa━━!!!
Barbarian.
Occasionally, when I accept this race into the party, it looks dumber than orcs, so I don’t accept it well, but…
These guys’ physical abilities not only slap human butts repeatedly, but when they grow well, they slap ogre butts.
But there’s one bad point: the barbarian race is a race that is avoided in Dunckra?
Of course, since they only rush, it’s natural to avoid them.
That’s why I didn’t accept them well either.
But it’s okay.
“Yeah, anyway, I’ll make the party.”
The race selection is over.
Then what’s left is customization.
Our barbarian guy, twitching with big pectoral muscles, is appealing with muscles.
Is he begging to make the face good-looking too?
But no.
Barbarians shouldn’t be handsome.
If there was a handsome barbarian, the barbarian grandma would say to cut off his dick.
“Good, customization is done.”
Next is traits.
Our barbarian guy can’t use magic because his intelligence is low.
So he’s strong.
That’s the appeal, but…
Actually, look at the traits locked right now.
It’s so pretty how you made it easy for me to choose.
I stroked the big pectoral muscles a few times with the mouse cursor as if praising myself and immediately selected the traits.
First, the physical trait Giant’s Descendant.
The body size doesn’t get bigger, but it receives some of the giant’s physical performance, so it’s one of the best physical traits.
Next is Indomitable.
This trait is very important for barbarians with weak mental defense.
Equipping the middle-class spirit to the barbarian, there’s no trait as important as this.
And last is Regeneration.
A god-tier trait that continuously recovers HP. Since I couldn’t recruit a priest in the early stages, this trait was the most important.
It allows you to survive with a slim chance even in an absurdly deadly situation.
- Uwaaaaaa━━!!!
Our barbarian guy roared right after the trait selection.
Yeah, yeah, you like the traits too, huh?
Hey, you have eyes to see, after all.
I stroked the barbarian guy’s big pectoral muscles once more and pressed the character creation button.
From now on, the great adventure of the barbarian guy begins…
Haaam…
“Whoa… did I play too long?”
Yeah, with a bad body, I didn’t feel like I ran too hard just by looking at the final boss.
And I even yawned? Today is honey sleep time.
I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes, and enjoyed today’s honey sleep.
“…In.”
“Uuuu…”
“…Barbarian!”
Who is it?
I don’t know who the crazy guy is, but don’t wake up the guy who’s going to die soon and just go.
How did you get into our house?
While muttering with a mix of irritation, I waved my hand.
Clang━!
Something cold wrapped around my wrist.
“Barbarian. The great road of Aurelia is not your bed. Will you come with the guards?”
“Uhn…?”
The cool sensation from the wrist.
And the sweet voice that tickled my ear.
So I slowly opened my eyes.
What I saw was a woman dressed in medieval clothing with dog ears and a tail.
An elf cosplayer was looking down at me.
“What… how did you get into my house…”
“Hah! When did the great Aurelia become your house? Shut up and follow me.”
“Aurelia?
That’s the name of the Dunck city, right?
You’re keeping the cosplay setting quite well.
But I’m a patient. Please be gentle since I’m in pain.
“…Eh?”
What?
I thought the cosplayer was my dream, but when I pinched my hand, it hurt.
So this isn’t a dream.
“Ha, what the hell is this?”
My body, my body doesn’t hurt.
Without painkillers, it’s hard to even sit, but what the hell is this…
While I was dumbfounded by the incomprehensible situation, the cosplayer pulled the leash.
“Walk, barbarian.”
“…Barbarian?”
Barbarian.
Aurelia.
So I lowered my head and looked at my body.
The twitching big pectoral muscles.
The big pectoral muscles I had been harassing with the mouse cursor just before myself welcomed me.
“Oh, shit.”
Somehow, I had become a barbarian.