I Became a Barbarian (2)
My deceased father had once said this.
No matter where you go, if you’re just careful, you’ll make half the distance.
So I rolled my eyes.
Is this really a barbarian’s body?
It wasn’t my body.
Because right now, look at the massive pectoral muscles filling my vision.
The muscles were so tight they looked like they were about to twitch any second.
My original body had no muscles, just skin and bones clinging together.
So this couldn’t possibly be my body…
Then is it reincarnation?
Probably.
Clink.
It wasn’t a dream. The cool sensation from the handcuffs and the stinging pain from being pinched earlier made my hand back turn red.
The pain was a bonus.
“Get in, barbarian.”
And even the cosplay girl who had thrown me into the prison.
I had thought the headband and the tail plugged into her butt were just props, but they were real.
I reached out to touch the swaying tail and almost died.
A soldier who was about to stab me with a spear was stopped by another.
So, conclusion.
The real me had probably died, and my soul had been sucked into the game world and become a barbarian.
…Not bad?
After all, I was dying anyway, and now I got such a good body?
There’s nothing better than this.
Mmm.
I nodded in satisfaction and examined my body once more.
Oh, fuck.
Can this even be called a human body?
The upper body exposed because of the barbarian’s default look item made me sigh in admiration.
Muscles everywhere I looked.
A body that had been exercising since birth would look like this.
No, this level would require taking steroids.
But our barbarian me, this body is natural, right?
“Hoo, hoohoo…”
Very good.
Moreover, the Dungeon world I had played so many times?
There aren’t many people who know as much about the Dungeon as I do…
“Barbarian.”
When I was savoring the new body for a while, a voice came from the direction of the soldier.
There, a middle-aged soldier looking tired and annoyed was staring at me.
“Name.”
“What?”
“What is your name. Doesn’t a barbarian know his own name?”
What a bastard.
I was about to slap him, but I held back.
I’m not a normal barbarian, but a barbarian with intelligence.
In other words, an intelligent barbarian.
So I held back.
Name?
Where did I see this scene…
Ah. This was the prologue.
It was also the barbarian’s prologue.
The hot-headed barbarians caused so many incidents that unlike other races, they started in prison and chose their names.
This is exactly that.
That’s why the soldier is talking like this now.
“Barbarian, I ask one last time. Name.”
“Ah, yeah. That’s right. Name, name…”
“What? You really don’t know your own name? Tsk, that’s why barbarians…”
“No. Wait a second.”
Name.
I was going to use my real name, but it was too noticeable.
So I was thinking of a good name.
“Tsk. You’re Barca.”
What? Why is he naming me arbitrarily?
When I looked at him with dissatisfaction mixed in, the middle-aged soldier answered with a deeply furrowed face.
“Barbarian kids’ names are all like that. So you must be Barca, so remember that. Since you don’t even know your own name, this will do.”
Ah, time’s up.
This was an event that triggered when the time to name exceeded the limit.
I thought about saying my name wasn’t that, but since it was okay, I just nodded.
“Yeah, my name is Barca.”
“Hah! That must be it, barbarian. Since it’s detention for illegal occupation, it’s short, pity. You’ll be released in 3 days, so remember that.”
Creak, the chair scraping sound, and the middle-aged soldier left his seat.
Now, silence returned to the prison.
In the quiet prison, I crossed my arms and thought about what came next.
After name generation, the story is prison raid.
I hadn’t played barbarians often, but this was certain.
I didn’t know why, but the end of the barbarian’s prologue story was defeating the ones who raided the Aurelia prison.
I need to prepare.
I immediately stood up from my seat and moved my body.
Whoosh!
For the first time in 4 years, everything felt awkward.
And besides, it wasn’t my original body?
So I needed to get used to the body as much as possible, and also steel my resolve.
Right, killing.
Since it was a prison raid, the bastards wanted to kill me too. So, to kill them, I had to kill them first.
…Hoo.
The resolve to die had already ended, but the resolve to kill was a bit new.
In that way, three days passed.
“Get out, barbarian.”
“Huh.”
Raid? None.
What?
I thought there would be a raid like the barbarian’s prologue, but…
Confused, I looked at the soldier, but he spat on the floor with a face that said ‘what, a barbarian kid’ and went to the guard post.
No way?
No real raid?
Then what was all the effort I put in for three days?
I had been killing old seniors in my imagination to not be shocked when killing people?
Moreover, without a raid, I couldn’t get initial equipment?
No, there’s no law that raids only happen at night? Wait a bit.
I went to the place where the guards were well visible and crouched down.
To participate at any time.
“Mom, what is that person doing?”
“Shh. It’s not something to look at.”
“Sleeping on the street?”
“You can tell just by looking? That guy’s a barbarian. They’re the ones who say the sky is a blanket and the ground is a bed. No, but that guy is lying down? Is that guy… on the ground…”
Whoa, that’s not it.
There was an unfortunate incident, but it’s okay.
This is for the greater good, so the Aurelia residents will understand.
Clank.
“Barbarian. It’s you again. This detention is for a week. Follow me.”
“Huh?”
I was caught by the soldier who came to report and thrown back into the prison.
For a week, nothing happened.
I had believed they would come and waited three days, but the raiders had gone to another prison and didn’t show up.
From the fourth day, I prayed desperately for them to come, but they came out before the raiders.
Only then did I admit it.
No raid.
“Then what now…”
The event that must be passed for initial equipment farming didn’t happen, meaning I had to get initial equipment from somewhere.
And to get equipment, the only choices were to steal from people or pay money.
But I have no money?
But I don’t want to kill people.
I had the resolve to kill when raided or to die, but never to kill for money.
Moreover, with this body just arriving in Aurelia, I couldn’t defeat explorers.
So, the only choice was to make money.
“But how to make money?”
In the game, they gave initial equipment, so I could go straight to the Exploration Office to become an explorer, but with no equipment, I wouldn’t be accepted as an explorer.
So, the way to make money was always through exploration, but since exploration was blocked, I didn’t know what to do.
“Hmm…”
But this is a place where people live.
So, there should be part-time jobs.
After thinking, I went around the shops.
One issue was the worry that the writing here might not be Korean but foreign language or isekai language.
“Fortunately, I can read it.”
As expected, intelligent barbarian.
That worry was gone, so I went around several shops.
After wandering around a few shops,
“Shiibaal…”
They were hiring staff.
Hiring people…
I went into restaurants, offices, manual labor, and even slightly illegal-looking shops, but they all said no.
Barbarians are to be kicked out…
“Huuu…”
This is really unexpected.
The means to make money disappeared.
In the game, it was written that barbarians are avoided, but this is not avoidance, it’s racial discrimination.
Damn, on Earth or here.
On the other side of the world, they divided by skin color, but here by civilized and barbarian.
It’s lamentable, but what can I do.
Life is like that.
This is my second life.
“Haaaa…”
Why can’t I just get a hamburger.
I was given a second life, but to be blocked like this.
I was good at going to the Dungeon, but rarely going to the Dungeon city unless the party members were causing a fuss…
“Haaaa… Now what.”
Now there was nowhere to go, so I came to the back alleys.
There was no back alley in the Dungeon.
It was only when hunting criminal organizations.
“No, but it’s so unfair.”
I’m not a reincarnated person?
In novels, when this happens, a kind-hearted widow or noble lady comes to pick me up and sends me to the Dungeon in some royal story.
Where did that go?
Why can’t I experience such hamburger things…
“Haaaa… Where should I sleep tonight.”
Gurgle…
Moreover, my stomach was empty. Since I fell here, I hadn’t eaten proper food except in the prison…
In this situation, maybe I should go back to the prison?
There at least they give food.
“Hey.”
Huh?
Who is calling me?
Is it the innkeeper who used to have a past name that appeared in novels, the one who comes to find some noble lady?
“Bastard, you have a good body?”
Is he gay?
Suddenly coming and commenting on other people’s bodies, what nonsense.
The gay bastard looking down at me with a smirk, I clenched my two fists.