[{"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-747":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},1327974,1764,"Chapter 747: Guide (4)","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-747",747,"\u003Cp>Perched by the second-floor window, he stared out at the burning city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoosh! Fwoooosh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames roared and twisted as if they would consume everything in their path. But those flames slammed against something—like invisible glass—and couldn’t reach the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if protected by divine grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though, that was the kind of thought only someone with a modern sensibility might have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a world where countless mystic forces were real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The locals, seeing such a scene, would think first of protection-type magic circles, artifacts, or divine spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Well... I guess if it’s a divine spell, then maybe calling it divine protection isn’t wrong?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought crossed his mind for a moment, but Sven Parab shook his head. As a paladin who used divine power, he knew better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divine power was just another resource.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, within the Church, they preached that divine power was a blessing of the gods, and that if one lost their worthiness, the gods would strip it away...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Bullshit.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sven Parab had seen too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Priests who didn’t act like priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archbishops who didn’t act like archbishops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cardinals who didn’t act like cardinals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paladins who didn’t act like paladins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shouted about virtue with their mouths, spoke of mercy and sharing—but their hearts were never clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sven Parab had always thought the same thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If divine power were truly something that could not be granted to the unworthy, then it should’ve been taken from him long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in fact, his life was proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the very beginning, he was an evil spirit who had taken over a kind soul’s body. And he hadn’t lived anything close to a paladin’s life since then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even after leaving the Church, this so-called holy power still hadn’t vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the claim that divine power was only given to the worthy? All of it was bullshit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, that’s not to say gods don’t exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You received a divine revelation...?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprisingly, he had once heard the voice of the goddess directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It happened in a dream. In that dream, the goddess showed him visions of the future—thanks to which, he avoided a disastrous fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that only deepened his doubts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What the hell do they actually want...?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If gods were real—and it seemed they were, along with all the overwhelming power described in sacred texts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why was the world such a mess?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those thoughts, he continued sitting by the window, watching the burning city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoosh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something about the flames shifted. It was subtle, but different from before. He straightened his posture and looked outside with focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire was dying out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire going out wasn’t necessarily a good sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, people were a bigger threat than the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, those flames had been protecting them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t that the fire had simply burned out naturally. It looked like someone was actively suppressing it—intentionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feeling, like something just took one step closer to him. Sven Parab ignored it and quickly did what needed to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone, this way! Move to the back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he gathered the refugees into a single area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss Marone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called for Marone to activate the magic circle they’d prepared earlier, then ran back up to the second floor and looked outside again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoosh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames were dying at an alarming rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, as the fire died down, a military formation emerged through the gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clank, clank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavily armed soldiers marched in disciplined formation, advancing as they cleared the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his heart, he prayed they were Royal Army—but, as always, that prayer went unanswered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clank, clank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a hundred troops, at a glance, were quickly approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sven Parab pressed himself against the wall to stay out of sight and carefully observed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clank, clank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were now right in front of the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat under the window, focusing solely on the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Please, please, please, please, please...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please, just pass by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prayed again—but of course, the prayer went unanswered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could it be otherwise?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he would check out the one untouched building in a burning city if he were a Noark soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clunk, clunk—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rattling noise from the first floor. A man’s rough voice followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Captain, it’s locked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after that, silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sven Parab crawled across the floor toward the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The refugees gathered in the chapel were covering their mouths, barely breathing, trembling in fear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy impact slammed into the door, and one of the refugees let out a tiny gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hhp!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A minuscule sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But were they already focused on this building from outside?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, looks like someone’s in there after all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t lower your guard. Might be one of Yandel’s allies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sven Parab suddenly found it hard to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Yandel’s allies...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they have come all this way because of us?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were the case—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Break down the door!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Noark soldiers pounded harder than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear flooded the eyes of the refugees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Captain! It won’t break!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Doesn’t seem like it’s just sturdy materials... probably some kind of magic at work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah... I mean, the whole city’s on fire and this temple’s the only thing untouched?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Second floor! Go in through the window!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they were determined to get in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no point in whispering anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do we do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss Marone, cover the first floor. I’ll handle the second!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Sven Parab rose from his crouch, no longer hiding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh! Someone’s—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drove {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} his sword into the face of the soldier who had poked his head through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clatter! Thunk—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sven Parab! Sven Parab’s on the second floor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get him!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he revealed himself, the Noark soldiers’ eyes gleamed with greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That bastard’s head is mine!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were a normal medieval battle, they’d need ladders to storm the second floor. But this was Lafdonia, overflowing with mystic forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Essence-infused soldiers stormed through the windows with no ladders necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clatter—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like ninjas, they burst through every window, flooding into the second floor. Their eyes glowed with murderous intent as they swung their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen or so invaded in an instant, and the fight began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his white greatsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes he stabbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they struck back, he blocked with his shield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he couldn’t, he took the hit, doing his best to avoid fatal wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shwoooosh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly healed himself with divine spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even in this chaotic melee, he had no positional advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Why the hell is the staircase in the middle...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to hold the one passage to the first floor, facing a flood of incoming enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn’t Bjorn Yandel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blunt weapon, powered by supernatural force, struck his head. The world spun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The healing magic was keeping him alive, but he staggered backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step down. Fighting got harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing on even ground versus unstable footing made a huge difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thrown dagger pierced deep between his collarbone and muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some kind of magic spell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted his shield to absorb the blow, but it still forced him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moving forward was hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But retreating was far too easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'How can I possibly stop this many enemies...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His will faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if to prove it, he stepped back again—more easily this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he came to, he was already halfway down the stairs. Just by turning his head, he could see the refugees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were praying, eyes tightly shut, hoping he’d defeat the enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But reality wasn’t a comic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of feeling a surge of strength, he—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepped back again. Not from injury, but to dodge an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressed by the onslaught, he retreated, and finally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Riris Marone has cast Tier-5 defensive spell [Iron Wall].」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A huge wall surged between Sven Parab and the enemies, sealing off the stairs for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gave him a moment to breathe—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It won’t last long!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without Marone saying it, the explosions from beyond the wall made that clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s way more of them than we thought! What do we do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sven Parab didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What do we do? I don’t know either.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What else can I do to survive this?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded with grim finality, as if saying: there is no way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—was there always a hole in the sky, even when it collapsed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced around—and spotted the statue of the goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'...What’s this?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t take his eyes off it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some strange instinct began to stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t explain it—but that statue felt like hope. Like it might offer a way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tatatat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the wall held, he dashed to the statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking around it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Hm?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found a hidden recess in a barely visible spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed into it, touched the statue—and it slid backward, smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Is this... an emergency passage...?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no guarantee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if there was any chance of survival—it was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to alert the refugees—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded violently, and he hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That damned instinct was speaking again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Don’t tell them.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t say a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If you want to live.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reason, no logic—just that voice, screaming inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t take it anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Goddamn it, what the hell do you want from me?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this some kind of game?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it fun, pushing people around like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of relief, he felt disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something touched his limp right arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small child was looking up at him, on the verge of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mister Paladin... are you hurting a lot...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sven Parab didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even ask himself the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply shoved the statue fully open—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So everyone could see the secret stairway hidden beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone! Get down here, now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he shouted, he thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Ah. I did it...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, he would never be a great man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was going to do the right thing, he wished he could do it with more flair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Well... maybe this suits me better.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The refugees began descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the child who asked if he was okay, no one thanked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'As if it were only natural.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he didn’t feel betrayed or disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Yeah... people are all the same. They put themselves first.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there was hypocrisy in that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he thought that way, why hadn’t he looked out for himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he act for strangers he’d only just met?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn’t even make him a righteous paladin in the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Parab...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he do it, when no one would reward him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you just standing there? Come on! The wall’s going to collapse!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sven Parab looked back at the statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goddess of stars—she who guided fate and led explorers on their journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, as always, she told him nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike this instinct, which never asked for permission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it... what was this instinct?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never thought about it before—but now, it felt strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d always believed he had good luck, good intuition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this... this was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever it was, this instinct had saved him countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet... now he couldn’t help but wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it always right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had he lost by following it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he hadn’t had it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he have been less of a coward—someone more noble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe... it was a shackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shackle that kept him from walking the right path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wall collapsed—and Marone’s voice echoed from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Parab...!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the instinct shouted as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go. Go down there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leave them. Survive alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was stronger, clearer than anything he’d ever felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And perhaps because of that, the decision had never been easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Forgive me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sven Parab shoved Marone through the opening and pushed the statue back into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[...GO!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pounding of his heart now turned into full-blown hallucinations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[...Follow her! Live! Survive!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he didn’t go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he followed her, he might be tempted again by that voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Go down now—!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He punched his chest and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump...?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I decide where I go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew his sword and shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And charged down the stairs toward the flooding enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More alive than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[......Tch.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「The ancient evil god clicks its tongue in regret.」\u003C\u002Fp>",2115,"2026-06-05T19:33:18.959Z",1,"novelbin.me","f199f05ce2e7f76ab80c8957c4429c985492fd9a208869f431e2d251d2128f0f","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-748","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-746",807,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-cover.jpg"]