[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian":3,"chapter-surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-175":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Surviving the Game as a Barbarian",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1327795,1764,"Chapter 175 Choice (3)","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-175",175,"\u003Cp>Choice (3)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choice (3)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The double-sized bed, the wardrobe, and the computer desk in Lee Hansu’s room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Long Live Korean Independence] - 0 members online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn on the computer and enter the chat room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That guy made a fuss about me being dead because I was a few minutes late last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And we can only be together for an hour…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I plan to get as much information as possible from Lee Baekho this time, since there’s a big incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’m the first one here today.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I can even sit down on the sofa, Lee Baekho logs in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything is fine up to this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hyung!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, what’s this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looks very urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m actually in the middle of a battle right now, so I have to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t have time to explain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You heard about the subjugation, right? Don’t participate, even later. That’s what I came to tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See you next month!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the entirety of our conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if I calmly organize the situation…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…He’s in the middle of a battle?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hour in the community is one second in reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to leave in such a hurry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It means he’s fighting a strong enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he stays here for a minute, only 0.02 seconds will have passed outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s proof that his enemy is someone he can’t even spare that much time for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What the hell is he fighting?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing that’s certain is…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…that he’s closely related to the Noark subjugation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Was this bastard in the underground city all along?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s fighting an enemy in the middle of the night, not even in the labyrinth. It’s hard to think of anything besides the Noark subjugation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subjugation force departed yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The King’s army, the explorer alliance, and even the paladins sent by the temple. It was quite a sight seeing them all marching into the sewers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘His last words… it means he thinks the subjugation will fail, right?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Telling me not to participate, even later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It means that the first subjugation will fail, and a second subjugation force will be formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah, this is frustrating…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I return to my room since there’s nothing for me here. It’s still three hours until Watchers of the Round Table opens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I start browsing the web since there’s nothing else to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, I check the exchange, and then I visit the chat rooms that don’t have entry restrictions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re all the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone is talking about the Noark subjugation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…The underground is already in chaos.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A significant number of players participated in the subjugation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from what they’re saying…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know the details since I’m in the rear, but the atmosphere is really bad. I keep hearing explosions from the front, and those commander bastards aren’t explaining anything…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are there so few participants today? Don’t tell me they’re all dead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…it seems like a fierce battle is taking place in the underground right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t even imagine how intense it is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This post on the free board makes it even harder to imagine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ask me anything, I’m about to die.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Got stabbed in the neck, and when I opened my eyes, I was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-I’ll be alive for at least 12 seconds, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Damn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[EdwardBless77: I hope it’s not an eternal dream. I hope you wake up in your home.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└OP: I really hope so.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[godFLEXyou: You’ve worked hard. Rest now.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└OP: Thanks for the comfort.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[stevencastle: You must have been in the front lines. I heard it’s a living hell there. Did you see Orculus?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└OP: I don’t know. I heard someone shouting that they were there, but I don’t remember. Maybe they were mistaken. I couldn’t even see a meter ahead because of those dark mage bastards.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[teckmonkey: What do you want to do the most?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└OP: Reproduce.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└teckmonkey: Uh, hmm… I’ll refrain from commenting.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[tunaboot: Where are you from?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└OP: I don’t know what you mean. If you mean Earth, then Canada. If you mean here, then the Aribeten Clan, I was a high-ranking member.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└tunaboot: Of course I meant your hometown. But a high-ranking member of the Aribeten Clan? You were a big shot.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└1spring: What’s the point, he’s dying now. Goodbye.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└ionboii: Wow, seeing him coming out like this here, it doesn’t seem like he’s just trolling, right? I sincerely offer my condolences. You’ve worked hard. And just ignore the bastard who’s talking nonsense above.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of comments are posted below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The OP answers each of them as the number of comments increases in real time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scroll down, reading them all as if possessed, and then I post a comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Elfnunna: Why are you already giving up? You should log out and try to survive.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s a chance if you don’t give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might be infinitely close to 0, but it’s not 0.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m proof of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, after posting it, I feel like it was rude, so I add an explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└Elfnunna: I’ve also been stabbed in the neck before. And I even entered a state similar to the countdown in the game. But I could still move my body. I barely survived after killing the enemy and drinking a potion. So why don’t you try it too?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My experiences in the Land of the Dead and the Crimson Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope it gives someone I don’t even know hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└OP: I understand what you’re saying. But I’m an archer. I can’t use your method.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…the answer is complete resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└Elfnunna: You can at least try, can’t you?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I post another comment as if possessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And an answer is posted immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└OP: Sorry, if I’m going to die anyway, I want to die as myself. Not in this damn body, but as the person my parents gave birth to.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mind goes blank as soon as I see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I take my hands off the keyboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What can I even say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That it’s not a real body?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That it’s just a manifestation of the identity you think you are?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, no one can judge the OP’s choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they shouldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I involuntarily look at the wardrobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, I look at the mirror next to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I see Lee Hansu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click, clack, clack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I start typing on the keyboard again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I write and erase countless words of comfort, like hoping that he rests in peace or that he wakes up in the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I can’t bring myself to press enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click, clack, clack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Players continue to post comments as I struggle to type.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The OP answers each of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[branbran_helmet: This game is trash.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└OP; You’re right, this game is trash!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the last comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I refresh the page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The OP’s nickname, which was at the top, is now blurred out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It means he’s dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>_________________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t even know his face, and we’ve never talked before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But my heart can’t stop pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump, thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless deaths I’ve witnessed since waking up in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of those deaths feels heavier today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s the reason?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scroll-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if to find the answer, I scroll up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I read through it again from the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many people asked about his true self, so I was able to glimpse into his life just from that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scroll-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was from Canada.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was born into a farming family, and his real name was Mac Davis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first kiss was when he was 17.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his girlfriend’s best friend?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although I think he’s a bit of a jerk, he didn’t live a life of sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scroll-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dream was to be a veterinarian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trigger was when he had to watch his dog choke to death after vomiting and getting something stuck in its throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he failed because he wasn’t good at studying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he helped out on his parents’ farm and occasionally played games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scroll-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right, he was an ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone who was decently kind, and sometimes made mistakes and was remembered as a bad person by others…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just an ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stop scrolling at one point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s a new comment on the comment I left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└OP: Your words keep coming back to me. I feel like you’re a strong person. I hope you can clear this game and return. Of course, it’s your choice.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words of encouragement, just a few sentences, left for me when I was struggling to write a simple message of comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can feel how thoughtful he was just from the single word ‘choice’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click, clack, clack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I type on the keyboard, writing a new comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he’ll never be able to see it now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└Elfnunna: If I ever go back, I’ll definitely send a letter to the address you wrote above.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[└Elfnunna: You’ve worked hard.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leave a meaningless comment and leave the post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I lie down on the bed for a while, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much time has passed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[03:07]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only 3 minutes left until the entry deadline for Watchers of the Round Table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what’s this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Round Table room is empty, even though I rushed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crescent Moon, Goblin, Fox, Antler…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Clown are all gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m the only one in the Round Table room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…Don’t tell me, they all participated in the subjugation?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t think of anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3 hours in the community.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just 3 seconds outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What other reason could they have for not coming here, when they can’t even spare 3 seconds?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I can’t believe I got stood up here…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Lee Baekho, I’ve been stood up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I can even feel the emptiness…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…my vision flashes, and when I come to my senses, I’m back in my original room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Minimum number of participants not met.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This session’s gathering has ended.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A message appears on the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right, so this is what happens when the entry deadline passes without anyone else joining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The core of the community activity is gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Well, I should at least browse around a bit before leaving.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, I have no choice but to check the minor news by surfing the web.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passes, and it’s time to log out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Character is being transported to Lafdonia.」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bjorn’s room and Bjorn’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it feels a bit unfamiliar today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or am I just tired?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let’s just sleep.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I clear my head and lie down on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bed sinks with a groan, as always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, another day ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And three days later…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bjorn! Co, come out here! The subjugation force that went underground has returned!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The army that headed towards Noark has returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only about one-third of them survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The army marches past silently, their shoulders slumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result is obvious just from that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They really failed.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things have gotten troublesome.\u003C\u002Fp>",1827,"2026-06-05T19:32:49.064Z",1,"novelbin.me","60589c0fd157192257015f740005c1fcf095a437fe92a7233fae91481ef700b2","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-176","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-174",807,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-cover.jpg"]