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What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smiled faintly at Raven’s somewhat uneasy question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as a philosopher once shouted “Eureka!” upon stepping into a bathtub, inspirations come suddenly, unexpectedly, in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Turua, Piare, Buamine Yandel, Harpu.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“District 8, arson, culprit Yandel, support requested.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To draw aggro so Amelia in District 4 could escape more easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in some ways, drawing aggro was a field both Bjorn Yandel and ‘Lee Hansu’ excelled at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A kind of basic skill every average Korean man who spent his teens and twenties on games would have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Turua No, Tekkai, Jiganu, Remgak.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Point 8-2, access prohibited, support troops moving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, this wasn’t the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though now my body’s better and my mind suffers less, back when I was so weak I’d collapse in the wind, I had to use even ‘Lee Hansu’s’ knowledge to draw aggro.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vivian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I checked one last thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That radio transmission — we could have sent it, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Though the more attention we draw, the higher the chance my line will be cut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good, it’s possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I secretly worried she might say no, but the last obstacle disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So... what are we sending?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian, curious about my “good idea,” asked, and I answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll know when you hear it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Translate what I say into code from now on. Exactly, without missing a word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! Wait a moment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian adjusted the crystal orb as if tuning it and told me she was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was time to send my message to every Noark commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ricardo Luhenpraha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I spoke slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to return to basics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radio chatter came through my communication orb, but I barely paid attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[District 8, arson, culprit Yandel, support requested.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That guy’ was causing chaos in District 8.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Point 8-2, access prohibited, support troops moving, standby.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation seemed serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t my business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The location itself was quite far from District 8 — it was District 4.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless someone specifically asked for my help, I intended to leave it to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, that’s how it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until I heard a familiar female voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ricardo Luhenpraha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Liranne Vivian...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I recognized the voice immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she was the one who brought in that bitter little girl and helped her become the infamous ‘Witch of Screams.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘She’s in District 8 and calling me...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably a request for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is her life in danger?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought so, but even if true, I couldn’t go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was wartime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, all the efforts to assemble ‘Orculus’ had been for this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Uh, Mom...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it were urgent enough to look for mom, nothing changes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something more important now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should ignore this request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Uh, none...!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stopped for a moment, as if time froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking I misheard or they’d said nonsense, I moved again quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t take long before the voice came again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ri, Ricardo Luhenpraha! Mom, none!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transmission repeated as if to say I hadn’t misheard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The experience was new and confusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell was going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t understand, but the transmissions kept coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Rose Knights...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Here! Kill! So, no mom!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The content was so shocking it felt unreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the same time, my mind went cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sensed the hint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Someone is ordering this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liranne Vivian wasn’t sending this voluntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was probably captured and forced to send these messages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Who?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would send these messages, and how did they know the grudge between me and the Rose Knights?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was supposed to be a secret few knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My priorities shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chasing the woman with an aura similar to the Rose Knights was important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Commander...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m leaving the pursuit of Emily Raines to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I... yes...!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deciding to assign others to the chase, I took out the crystal orb where I’d stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ricardo Luhenpraha characteristic 1, smaller than corpse collector!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only way to find out who was talking nonsense through Vivian was to confront them directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[...Who are you?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I activated the orb and spoke quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reply was mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ricardo Luhenpraha characteristic 2, not scary at all but tries to act tough!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps uncomfortable translating code, the mocking switched to the Lapdonia language without code.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A certain figure flashed in my mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon Slayer, Regal Bagos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse collector, Abet Nekrafeto.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maan, Rolland Banossant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them, as if agreeing, had warned me to “watch my mouth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bjorn Yandel...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was really him, I understood this behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he was chasing my comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Insider information had leaked, and if he wanted to draw attention, this explained his actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If that’s so... how does he know about my history with the Rose Knights?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to know, I gripped the orb again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ricardo Luhenpraha characteristic 3, trembling and can’t say anything!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mocking continued, but I was unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, I was calmer than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was just out of breath from running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[...Where are you?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I asked again to identify the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the reply came immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[District 8.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just hearing the rough voice conjured an image of a bulky man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Come if you want.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering he was a man and District 8 was where Yandel was seen...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My guess was right.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though still surprised at the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ricardo Luhenpraha characteristic 4, only asks where but too scared to come.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this be the words of a city hero, a leader of a race, and a baron?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too frivolous and crude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that made the opponent’s intent clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Surely, his goal is to lure me here.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, what to do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doubt was brief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ricardo Luhenpraha characteristic 5, no dad either.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t like falling for the obvious trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Don’t expect to die peacefully.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe I’d let it slide once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curious how he knew that story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Oh, like your parents?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the taunt continued, the crystal orb I held shattered under pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Must’ve been defective.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I mapped the fastest route to District 8 in my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for some reason, the words from that guy kept echoing in my ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, more precisely, the ‘voice’ echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[District 8, come if you want.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d heard many stories about Bjorn Yandel, but this was the first direct conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet why...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Something about it feels familiar...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange vague unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long ago, in some time I barely remember, I feel like I heard this exact voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘When was that...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frowning to recall, my steps quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever this unease was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d find out in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have you ever been inside a wardrobe?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sven Parab, former Paladin of Lapdonia, had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strictly speaking, it wasn’t Sven Parab’s real body, but still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside a wardrobe, you have to hunch your body, can’t straighten your neck, and the floor isn’t soft like a bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But surprisingly, it’s comfortable inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, more precisely, while your body feels cramped, your mind feels at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no one can find you here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So since childhood, whenever scared, I always hid inside a wardrobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Never thought I’d end up back here at this age.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wardrobe’s cramped space barely fit my grown body, squeezed inside almost forcefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I wasn’t alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry... am I heavy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had a roommate, and due to their pleasant scent, I had to pull back my waist even more in the tight space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the only place nearby to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no... I’m sorry. ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ It’s all my fault...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t apologize. We’re both still safe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt tremendous gratitude for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all my fault that we were trapped in this cramped wardrobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During a chaotic fight with comrades, I had a seizure and Lilith Marone tried to save me, falling behind together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s amazing... how did you recover as soon as you got in here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha... yeah, it is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laughed awkwardly, shifting the topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though feeling both sorry and thankful, there was something I could never tell her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘...I must never admit it was intentional.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seizure was an act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A natural way to leave the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What kind of wardrobe is this...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I touched the wall of the wardrobe, which looked completely ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old, broken-down house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the wardrobe’s top barely visible through a broken second-floor window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment I saw it during the fight, an intense instinct gripped me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I have to go.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wardrobe was safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I entered it, I would never die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I have to go.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like someone possessed, I left the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lilith Marone followed, and I had to fake a seizure again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wardrobe was worth entering even like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a panacea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment I returned to the city, chronic anxiety controlling my body vanished instantly, replaced with a firm certainty that as long as I stayed here, I’d be safe even if the world fell apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘...Sorry, comrades.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some ways, a betrayal of comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d be lying if I said my heart wasn’t heavy, but exhausted Sven Parab couldn’t even think of leaving this wardrobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘As long as I’m in here... I live!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Sven Parab, instinct was something to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what.\u003C\u002Fp>",1562,"2026-06-05T19:33:18.959Z",1,"novelbin.me","22acb0d7577093d9d8d2043bfbb36e34ef7d1c7fa4424fcb5a89273527a993ba","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-731","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-729",807,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-cover.jpg"]