[{"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-312":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},1327432,1764,"Chapter 312: Legacy (1)","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-312",312,"\u003Cp>A high-class restaurant in the 7th District, known for its exquisite cuisine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrua Raven had chosen this place for a long-awaited clan gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her first time visiting this establishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choosing a familiar spot would only bring back painful memories and worsen her mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren't you going to order?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not yet, not everyone's here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raven's curt reply made Avman shift uncomfortably in his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An awkward silence hung in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Actually, everyone's here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Misha said she wasn't coming. I was hoping she might change her mind, but if she hasn't come by now, she's not coming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I see. So it's just the three of us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raven couldn't help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more sighs followed, echoing her sentiment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a somber atmosphere, understandable given the circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Raven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Mr. Urikfrit?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you... contacted Erwen? Did you tell her about this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, I sent her a letter. I told her we needed to discuss the loot from the last expedition and... Yandel's legacy, so she should come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had sent the letter out of obligation, but she didn't expect the fairy to show up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not after the way she left last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did she reply?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, she didn't. I'm planning to send her share of the loot and everything by mail once we're done here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a shame that Misha isn't coming either. I thought she would definitely be here since she's the most important person in this matter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raven sighed again, looking at Ainar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she cautiously asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...How is Misha doing? Is she okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was genuinely worried about her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last time she saw Misha was at the royal family's funeral procession. They were too far apart to talk, and the atmosphere wasn't exactly conducive to conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how was she holding up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...How could she be okay? She's been cooped up in her room all day, not even eating properly. I forced her to eat once, and she threw up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't even go home much these days. She seems uncomfortable when I'm around.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then where are you staying, Ainar?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At the sanctuary. But she seems to eat at least something when I'm not there. I just bought a lot of food and left it at the house.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That's good to hear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Raven, what do you think? Should we just leave Misha alone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raven drew from her own experience over the past month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She's not eating because of guilt, I think. You know, the act of eating itself... makes her uncomfortable...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rambled, unlike her usual self, but Ainar and Avman nodded in understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, that's it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think I understand. But what should we do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I don't know how to help her. Maybe she needs some time alone, but I'm not sure if that's the right answer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, you wouldn't know the answer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ainar's words, though not malicious, made Raven feel both frustrated and sad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ainar was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were here, he would have known what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's order first. We'll get kicked out if we just sit here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avman sensed the mood and changed the subject. Raven also moved on from the heavy topic and helped choose the food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This restaurant is new to me, but the food is delicious. Why aren't you eating?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, yes...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ate and chatted while enjoying the meal, and then they moved on to business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's no problem with the loot distribution. We just have to split it equally among the five of us. The problem is the inheritance... Did you all see Yandel's will?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, I saw it. There was nothing in it except for how to distribute the inheritance. Well, it was just like him...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avman trailed off and chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he cautiously brought up a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But isn't it strange?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Strange? What do you mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The distribution ratio. To be honest, I don't understand why he chose to distribute it like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, you mean that...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raven nodded, her expression mirroring his sentiment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had also been surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never expected him to specify that the inheritance be divided equally among the five of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She assumed most of it would go to Misha and Ainar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Bjorn Yandel was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't specify who got what, just the ratio. They would have to decide among themselves who got which item, but the ratio was fixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the reason for that was probably...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're trailing off, so I guess you have a hunch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raven smiled bitterly and replied,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's obvious, isn't it? Why he did that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clever barbarian warrior had wanted this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For them to not resent each other after his death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For them to continue supporting each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...We can't just leave Misha alone like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, that's what he would have wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>___________________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three days after the community session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amelia and I, fully equipped, visited the clan house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And we met a man there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice to meet you. You're Iron Mask, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His nickname in Noark was 'Pelic Barker'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the leader of the clan where the young Rainwales sisters were 'runners'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clan had thirteen members, if I remember correctly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice to meet you. I'm Iron Mask.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had another nickname, 'Thor's son Bjorn', but I just introduced myself with my main nickname.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a big deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nicknames were often used as aliases in this city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We followed him into the clan house, and the smell of alcohol hit us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior was stylishly decorated, and the clan members, all rough-looking individuals, were sitting around drinking and smoking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't feel like a criminal hideout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Would you like a drink?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelic Barker offered me a bottle of alcohol as soon as we sat down on the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amelia flatly refused, but I accepted the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be strange if neither of us drank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were here to join their clan, after all. Refusing alcohol in this city meant you didn't trust the other person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lifted the chin guard of my helmet and took a swig.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelic Barker grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good, good. I like your style. Ah, but can I ask you something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go ahead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why did you choose our clan?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rainwales sisters were in this clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the best way to be near them when the incident happened five months later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, I couldn't say that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emily said you were the ones who made the offer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But there are other good clans out there. Especially considering your reputation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gave him the answer I had prepared beforehand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A clan would be convenient, but I'd rather get a bigger share of the loot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'd rather have the troll's head than the ogre's claw.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, is there a problem with that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelic Barker stared at me intently, trying to gauge my intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was futile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was wearing a full-face helmet, how could he possibly see my eyes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I chuckled inwardly, and then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha! Hahahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes gleaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Auril Gabis, he just seemed ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he trying to act like some kind of mafia boss?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice even had a theatrical tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good, very good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's so good about it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I like you even more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So we're in?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelic Barker wagged his finger, acting like a mafia boss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're a meritocracy. There are three ranks within the clan, excluding me, and the share of the loot is determined by your rank. But we don't know your skills yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you heard of the law of the jungle?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then this will be quick. If you want the troll's head, take it. And prove yourself. This is that kind of world—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, what was he going to say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want to see if the rumors are true, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's true, but...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then it's settled. Why are you so talkative?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood up abruptly, and Pelic Barker looked up at me with a startled expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he think I would back down if he acted tough?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hate these kinds of side quests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skip them quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just tell me. Should I kill you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Contests are only allowed between clan members. And you don't have to kill—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, how boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then who should I kill?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scanned the clan members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them, a large man, flinched when our eyes met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems like he's my opponent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's right. But you don't have to kill—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shut up, you're annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walked towards the large man with a murderous look, and he backed away, glancing at Pelic Barker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A look of someone seeking salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelic Barker finally snapped out of his daze and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait! There's an empty lot behind us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, we'll move there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And... you're not allowed to use abilities during the contest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What? Seriously? No skills allowed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted us to fight with only our passive skills and base stats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this the true spirit of Noark, a world of true men?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill him without using abilities... Well, it doesn't seem that difficult.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought for a moment and then readily agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelic Barker spoke in a barely audible voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'd prefer it if no one died...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was genuinely surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then how can I get promoted?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Just get him to surrender.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? I don't have to kill him to get promoted?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn't a bloody promotion battle the norm in these underground worlds?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was the one who talked about the law of the jungle earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's going on? How is this possible?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at him, genuinely confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked back at me with a similar expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... haven't been in Noark for a month, have you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Never mind...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelic Barker was the first to avert his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>_____________________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark room with thick curtains covering the windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misha Kaltstein sat up in bed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another day had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She peeked through the curtains to check if it was daytime and then collapsed back onto the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleep wouldn't come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body was covered in sweat from the nightmares that plagued her sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And her stomach ached with hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Ugh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misha dragged herself out of bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she stood in front of Yandel's room, the door she hadn't touched since that day. It felt like he would be sleeping inside, waiting for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn't bring herself to open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned away, her heart heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she went downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first floor was as dark as the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curtains were drawn to block out the sunlight, a courtesy to the visitors who came to pay their respects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misha muttered in a dry voice,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They came and went again...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A note from Ainar was on the dining table, written in her messy handwriting. It said she had filled the pantry, so check it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misha opened the pantry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rye bread and vegetables, the ingredients she often used for cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meat and fruits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was filled with the things she used to enjoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight made her nauseous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn't even stand the smell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bjorn loved rye bread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And meat, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always bought extra vegetables because Bjorn was a picky eater, and she often ended up eating them herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misha closed the pantry door, feeling like she was going to throw up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she knew she had to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she didn't, her body would give out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Yandel wouldn't want that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bjorn...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat down at the table in the dark kitchen, her body slumping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sobbed for a long time, and then she got up and walked back to the pantry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, you're here? I thought no one was home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man's voice came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A burglar?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misha grabbed a knife from the counter and turned around. Despite her disheveled appearance, her movements were surprisingly quick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa, whoa, easy there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger grabbed her wrist and easily disarmed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She struggled, but he was too strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's been a while, and you greet me with a knife?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Been a while...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misha looked up at the stranger's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was dark, but she could make out his features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin was pale, without a single scar, as if he had lived a sheltered life. His platinum blonde hair was neatly combed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most importantly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Cat girl, are you a player?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Huh? Pl, player?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I'm asking if you're an evil spirit.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ah, ah, no... I'm not...?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His unique, lighthearted yet chilling tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're... that guy from before...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You remember me? I'm Lee Baekho. I'll let you go, so just stay calm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man with the strange name, Lee Baekho, let go of her wrist as promised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misha rubbed her sore wrist and stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lee Baekho smiled reassuringly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't be so scared.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shiver ran down her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile didn't reach his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just have one question for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2180,"2026-06-05T19:32:49.065Z",1,"novelbin.me","042d695001f7740434e8e48cf302effbd68fe582cb970c2f5e9fb1356d3532ed","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-313","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-311",807,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-cover.jpg"]