A Barbarian Strolls Through the City (2)
“Today was fun.”
“Yeah. Me too. Next time, probably when we form a party...”
“It won't take that long, right?”
“Yeah! Of course! Even if I have to pull out the bishop's beard, I'll get it done as fast as possible!”
No need for that.
Netia left the seat with determination, but she kept turning back, bowing her head in greeting several times.
“Hah... I thought I could touch her.”
Still, I got a pretty reliable party member, so if there's a harvest, it's a harvest.
I don't know when I'll return, but until then, it's solo dungeon runs again.
First, the immediate goal is floor 5.
Since floor 4 is where beginners get stuck, floor 5 isn't that hard compared to 4.
But it's not weak either, so preparation is needed.
“Equipment is fine.”
For floor 5, this equipment is enough. Consumables like potions too.
So, to get stronger here, either buy a monster amber or take combat lessons, but that's tough.
Amber is expensive, and combat lessons might not be possible for barbarians and take long.
Then...
“Shall I look for a slave?”
I immediately shook my head.
No interest in male slaves.
Then female slaves would be much more expensive than 80 silver.
After thinking for a while, I arrived in front of the inn.
Nyaa nyaa nyaa...!
“Welcome back, kitty.”
I moved carefully not to step on the cats greeting me right away.
There were quite a few people in the inn, but no special reaction to me, as Luna had told them about me.
I thought they would shout "Barbarian!" when they saw me.
Good thing, I handed 15 gold coins to Luna who was talking to a customer.
Luna's eyes widened in surprise, thinking I wouldn't pay.
Then I went up to the room, ate the food Luna brought, washed up, and immediately fell asleep.
Nyanya nyang!
I woke up with alarms ringing like dawn, washed simply, and headed to the inn lobby.
“Ugh, this barbarian brat. Who do you take after to be so diligent?”
“Your late parents.”
“Eh... Yeah, right? Normal people take after their parents... Sorry, I'll make breakfast, so eat and go? Dungeon again today?”
“Don’t worry. Today I’m preparing to go to floor 5. Ah, and thanks for the bag. It was bigger than expected.”
“Hah. It was the one I used in my beginner days, so of course... Eh? You already cleared floor 4?”
Luna was startled. After all, the barbarian Mary brought a few days ago was a big puppy.
With a pitiful face unlike a barbarian, avoiding cats, that strange guy.
Even if it was Mary's request, it was impossible to accept a barbarian, but she accepted him out of curiosity.
But that curious guy, who had only explored the dungeon twice, was already looking at floor 5 after clearing floor 4?
“...”
A strange barbarian. Luna quickly cooked and brought the food, expecting Barca to grow far.
“Eat up. This is Luna's special meat soup.”
After a long time, eating home-cooked food, I buried my head and inhaled.
“Hey, eat slowly. You'll get full.”
Wow, that was good.
Luna's meat soup was special enough to be named as such.
Thanks to that, I filled my stomach, thanked her, moved my body to finish morning training, and came out to the city.
I looked for the library but there was no library.
Instead, there was a large bookstore.
Fortunately, barbarians couldn't enter, but as soon as I saw the price, I had to leave the store immediately.
Books started from 1 gold coin.
Expensive, so I gave up on books.
Then I went to the auction house.
There, I saw today's auction items while being warned not to cause trouble.
But they were expensive.
Starting from 100 gold coins.
So, I kept going around the auction house, and arrived at the place with the most people.
Since prices were low, people were crowding without burden, but nothing good came out, so I left the auction house and went to the combat training center.
But here, since barbarians were already causing chaos, entry was impossible.
Damn barbarian bastards.
I walked through the city, promising to punch like Nes if I meet her, and soon night fell.
“...”
Late, but today I wandered around and realized something.
This Aurelia is similar to games but different.
I had never used game knowledge except in dungeons.
In cities where games showed fragments, that knowledge didn't apply.
But.
“Since it's from the game, it must exist here too.”
Yeah, if it worked in the game, it should work here too.
So, I came to the residential area with little foot traffic.
I had been reported for wandering as a barbarian at night, and with desperate excuses, I evaded soldiers for a long time.
“Bingo.”
Welcome to the House of the Red Rose.
A place described in just one line in the game.
I wondered if I could find it in this wide residential area, but fortunately, there was only one house with roses blooming.
I was confident it was here, swallowed hard, and kicked the door.
Bang! The door opened with a sound.
Inside, an old woman with white hair was laughing at me who kicked the door.
“Ka ka ka kat! What is it, kid!”
This place was created for barbarians in the game.
Although the appearance differed from the character in the game, I instinctively knew.
That old lady was real.
“Old man, are you still doing business?”
“Ka ka kat! Why should I sell goods to someone who kicked my door?”
“Don’t you like this? If I opened it gently, that rose would have attacked me.”
When I first played the game, there was an option to open the door with my hand.
At first, not knowing anything, I chose it and my character died helplessly.
So, I thought it was the same here, but the shaman smiled showing yellow teeth, saying it was the correct answer.
“Ka kat! You know well! When entering an old man's house, isn't it natural to greet?”
“So I gave a hot greeting. Satisfied?”
“Ka ka kat! A barbarian kid with spirit, rare. It's been a while since someone stood up straight in front of me.”
Before the words ended, my body felt heavy.
No, it felt like all strength was draining from my body. I've seen this feeling many times.
Shamanism...!
The power barbarians who can't learn magic acquire by observing monsters.
Among them, the weakening that reduces the target's physical ability made my body heavy like a thousand pounds.
“...”
I wanted to lie down right now, but I endured.
If I lowered my head here, everything would be in vain.
If the shaman had suppressed me with her power, I would have hit my head on the ground, but since it wasn't, I could endure.
The sensation of strength draining was very familiar to me.
Even before becoming this body, I had always fought with soldiers. Every movement brought pain to my whole body, and pressing keys required a lot of strength.
After enduring for 4 years that way, I never lowered my head and glared at the old woman.
“Ka ka kat! Yeah, if you're a male, you shouldn't lower your head!”
Satisfied with that, the shaman waved her hand, and the weakening disappeared, restoring strength to my whole body.
“...”
The test passed, approved?
Stupid ones would fall stupidly if they hit this. But you're different! It's interesting, kid. Today, I'll do your request for free. Do you want a duel with ancestors? Or do you want to learn my power?
A duel with ancestors would be for combat experience, and shamanism for new abilities to trick enemies.
But what I wanted wasn't that.
“I came to inscribe a god.”
God.
Each race has racial traits.
Elves have the song of the forest, dwarves the song of metal, beastmen the beastification.
And barbarians too.
Ancestor gods, nature gods, specters, etc. Imprint primitive faith onto one's body.
That's the racial trait of barbarians.
But there was one drawback.
“Kid, to inscribe a god, you have to reach the threshold of death.
Many of my kind tried this surgery but gave up, and many who received it died midway.
Yet you want to inscribe a god?”
In the game, HP becomes 1 while inscribing a god.
If that became reality, it meant you could reach death, so I thought a lot before coming here.
“Those dead are idiots. I don't die.”
Knowing the power of racial traits well, I couldn't give up.
The shaman liked my answer and smiled brightly with the corners of her mouth touching her ears.
“Spirit! Then, Lightning Martina will help you meet a god!”
— Thud!
The old lady, who rushed at a speed unbelievable for an old woman, grabbed my face.
Crackle!
“Aaaah!”
She burned my body with electricity.
The shock was hard to handle, and in the gradually blurring mind.
“...”
The god was there.