Meeting the Boy as a Barbarian (6)
“Hey, Barca. You killed my cute porter?”
…Who the hell is this?
The guy who called my name was someone I had never seen before.
I hadn’t seen anyone like him before.
Since he was acting like he knew me, I scowled.
The guy gave a greasy smile and said, “Aigoo, are you scared? You killed my cute porter?”
“Are you talking about El?”
“Hahaha… Yeah, that little brat I’m talking about.”
El, that little shit, wasn’t he a freelance porter?
Looking at these guys waiting here in front of me now, it seems this was their plan from the beginning.
'Fuck, I should have thrown some good potions.'
I didn’t expect a fight right away, so not preparing properly was the worst mistake.
I don’t know how many guys are over there, but probably a party on Floor 6 or a bit above.
In that case, it was still manageable.
As I fiddled with my hand, moving it to the handaxe tucked at my waist, the guy in front opened his mouth.
“Hey, don’t move, Barca. We’re still talking, right?”
“The guys next to you seem like they want to kill me right now?”
At that, the guy’s gaze shifted to the party on both sides.
Once the party’s momentum eased after receiving that gaze, the guy’s eyes returned to me.
“Yeah… Where were we? Since you killed my cute porter, you should pay the price, Barca.”
“But you tried to kill me first, right?”
“Haha, but that bag of yours, El’s bag, is constantly leaking a rescue signal?”
Rescue signal?
Now that I think about it, there was something like that.
He said it could be used when we were in danger, but that damn guy was carrying it for this purpose.
Frowning, I took out El’s bag and rummaged through it, but nothing came up. I searched elsewhere and found the rescue signal.
A red-lit stone that lit up.
Seeing that, the guy grinned and said, “Alright, Barca. You have three choices. First, pay me money. Second, come under me right here. Third, you know what it is without me saying.”
Hahaha…
The party members next to the guy laughed, probably wanting to see the taste of a Barbarian’s blood.
But the guy’s words sounded familiar.
“…Come under me?”
Where had I heard that before?
The guy, come under me…
“Ah, you don’t mean that back-alley gay from back then?”
“I am NOT a gay!!!”
Oh, right.
The guy who was panicking saying he’s not a gay, his name was probably Jack.
I didn’t know a back-alley guy would be in the dungeon.
Jack, who was glaring at me, calmed down and showed a greasy smile again.
“Haa… So, Barca. Are you ready to come under me?”
Did that bastard think I would come under him?
His stupid words made me freeze, so he probably thought that was agreement.
“Haha, yeah. That’s right. If you weren’t thinking of coming under me, I wonder what those scary brothers next to me would do.”
Yeah, yeah.
Confirming the shoulder that was pierced by the bolt earlier, thanks to the potion and regeneration, it was just a bit sore.
That was enough.
I smiled brightly at the guy, Jack, and threw the handaxe.
Kwaduk!
“Eh…?”
“What, blocking this?”
I was aiming for the head, but our guy, Jack, had some skill and blocked the handaxe by sacrificing his own wrist.
Just by chance, though.
But Jack, our guy, screamed when his wrist was cut off.
“Aaaack!!!”
“Fuck, I told you not to trust a Barbarian! Kill him! Kill him!”
“Kill!”
With the guy’s arm cut off, the two party members rushed in.
I pulled out the greatsword.
Whoosh—!
The greatsword, which was bigger than his height when held by the Hobgoblin, fit perfectly in my hand now.
I hadn’t used the greatsword before, but I had used axes before.
I swung the greatsword straight at the rushing explorer.
——!!!
Aruan, the adventurer who rushed at Barca, lifted the corner of his mouth seeing the swinging greatsword.
Of course, look.
It was just a straightforward greatsword swung with pure strength, no tricks.
Aruan, who was tense because he thought a solo Barbarian on Floor 6 was coming, relaxed seeing that attack and raised his shield.
He was the tank of this party.
Aruan, who was confident in defense, chose to block Barca’s attack with the shield.
At the moment the greatsword and shield collided, he realized it was a bad judgment.
Kwaang——!!!
“Kueueup!?”
The grip on the shield was painfully torn.
Was the arm broken?
No, it wasn’t broken.
But the extreme pain from the arm told him.
The power of the Barbarian who attacked him now was beyond imagination.
Aruan, realizing that, didn’t even think about blocking the incoming follow-up from Barca and hurriedly dodged.
“Don’t hit! This Barbarian has insane strength! He definitely has physical-related traits!”
“No way! Aruan, how can you say that!?”
Who was Aruan? A guy with one physical trait and one defense-related trait.
Someone who easily blocked attacks of the same level as an explorer?
The party members, realizing this Barbarian wasn’t ordinary, dropped their casual attitude and seriously targeted Barca.
Whoosh—!
An arrow flew towards Barca. When he blocked it lightly with the greatsword, a betrayer came running from behind the arrow and swung his sword.
Clang!
The sword blocked by the greatsword with a dull metal sound. The man recoiled immediately when blocked.
Barca, holding the greatsword in one hand, grabbed the man’s collar with the other hand.
“Kuk! Let go, Barbarian!”
“Bekil!!!”
The man called Bekil struggled to get out of Barca’s grip, but it was useless.
Barca lifted Bekil’s body into the air and swung the greatsword.
Kkudddeuk!!!
A horrific sound of flesh tearing and bones shattering.
Hot blood soaked the greatsword, intestines piled on top, and Bekil rolled on the ground.
His upper and lower body separated, a horrific sight.
“Bekiiiiil!!!! This Barbarian—!!!”
“No, Jason! Gerard!!”
Jason and Gerard, furious at their comrade’s death, swung their swords at Barca from both sides.
One upper body, one lower body.
Their perfect timing, showing sticky camaraderie, was enough to wound Barca’s body.
Puk—!!
Feeling the flesh being cut, Jason and Gerard mocked Barca.
“How’s that, you Barbarian bastard!”
“You thought you’d easily kill Bekil? Don’t get cocky, Barbarian!”
They were taunting Barca, confident in their victory, but…
They should have checked what they had done first.
“What the hell are you saying, you idiots.”
Barca didn’t care about the sword stuck in his right arm and swung his fist.
A fist swung by a man with physical stats over 50 was like a hammer.
Kwajak—!
Jason’s head hit by Barca’s fist disappeared like an apple.
“Jason—!!!”
Gerard spat out despair at Jason’s death, but the same applied to him. Ignoring the sword stuck in his left leg, Barca used the left leg as pivot and swung his right leg.
Jjok—!!!
It was something more than a sledgehammer.
If you made a whip out of steel, it would be like this. The spinning kick pivoting on the leg turned Gerard’s body into two.
“Fuck…! Fuck…!!”
Now, the corpses rolling under Barca were three.
Two of them were torn apart, and one had his head burst.
“These are humans like us…!?”
No way.
God wouldn’t call that a human.
Shiver…
‘Am I shaking?’
The hand holding the shield was trembling. I thought it was because I blocked once, but no.
This was fear.
The fear shown by the prey facing the predator.
Aruan, who felt that in the fight with the Hobgoblin, felt it at this level, what about the others?
“S, fuck…! I’m not here to die!”
Run.
The guy whose life was most precious ran out first. And starting with him, the party Jack gathered started slinking away.
“K, kuuk…! Where are you running, you bastards! Damn, Molkan! Where’s Molkan!”
While Jack was looking for the unknown person, Aruan also led the surviving party members out of the spot.
Even though his face was stamped on by Barca, it didn’t matter.
Anyway, no matter what the Barbarian said outside, no one would believe him, and if they met in the dungeon, they could just run.
Aruan thought that and tried to escape the dungeon.
—!
That was his last.
***
“Huu.”
Those little shits, they said three or so died.
They were softer than I thought.
Well, since they came for money, it was natural.
Choosing between money and life, they chose money, so they killed people too.
Then, the interrupters were gone now.
Kung—.
“H, hiik!!!”
Now, cutting this guy’s neck would end it.
It was unfortunate that the only gift I could give to the friend who lent me money was this dirty greatsword, but what could I do.
This guy chose this path.
“Go well, guy.”
“I am NOT a guy! Molkan! Molkan!”
I don’t know if it’s Molkan or what, but go well.
I swung the greatsword smeared with blood and guts.
Kaaang—!!!
A shield flying from somewhere changed the path of my greatsword.
Saak—!
“H, heeuk!!!”
The greatsword grazing over my head. Jack, exhaling a sigh of relief, was backing away madly.
Tuk.
Jack hit something hard like a rock.
Hard but warm something.
It was something covered in slimy liquid.
When I slightly turned my head, what entered Jack’s eyes was… Aruan’s head.
“Kiiiaak!?”
Not just Aruan. All the betrayer guys who ran away had their necks cut and were held in one man’s hand.
Full body covered in blood.
Disheveled hair.
A man with upper body exposed.
“Molkan!!!”
Molkan.
The first time seeing him since Martina.
Woooow——!!!
The Barbarian was there.