[{"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-780":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},1328156,1764,"Chapter 780: Month 13 (7)","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-780",780,"\u003Cp>The Resurrection Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in Dungeon & Stone, a world brimming with bizarre items and abilities, resurrection-related artifacts were nearly nonexistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obtaining one on the 9th floor required satisfying very specific conditions—followed by an absurdly low drop rate. Its rarity was beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, collecting all nine single-numbered artifacts would probably be easier. That says it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Lafdonia, with its dungeon-exploration history spanning thousands of years, the Resurrection Stone was treated more like a myth or ghost story than a real artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People weren’t even sure it existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t the important part here...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That came out of his mouth?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Elwen’s uncle, Beleg, brought up the Resurrection Stone, my first reaction was confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just that out of the blue. A topic I’d never have expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as I calmed down and processed the situation, a different feeling bubbled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather... suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Don’t tell me he’s Crescent Moon...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fleeting thought that flashed without warning—but not one I could brush off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it wasn’t just baseless speculation; there were reasons to back it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fairy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone from the upper ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unusual obsession with the Resurrection Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There weren’t many people who checked all three boxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And considering that most of the old revenants were in their mid-thirties to early forties, this guy’s age only made him more suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that I could just outright ask, “Are you the Crescent Moon Mask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the topic seemed too abrupt, I apologize. I only brought it up because I heard, Baron, that you prefer direct conversations...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carefully offered his apology, likely interpreting my silence as discomfort while I sorted my thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gave it one last moment of deliberation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How do I respond?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two choices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feign ignorance and deny it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or acknowledge it and hear him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took some thought, but I went with the second option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like he wasn’t just speculating—he’d come here already convinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did you hear about it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not quite an admission, but a semi-affirmative response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beleg’s expression shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief flash of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Followed by tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Hoo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting out a quiet breath, he answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I received an anonymous letter in the middle of the night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A letter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As I said, I don’t know who sent it. But it specifically mentioned Miss Kalstein, so I didn’t dismiss it as nonsense. That’s why I’m asking you now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could I see it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, as if he’d been waiting for me to ask, Beleg pulled out the letter and handed it to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, it wasn’t some cursed invitation where the ink vanishes with time—the contents were still intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I quickly read through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Just as I thought.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t hard to figure out who had sent it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d already had a rough idea anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Hehe]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those two characters at the end—mocking laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sender clearly wasn’t even trying to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ibaekho...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I was left with more thoughts than clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d always assumed he’d show up again eventually, but ever since that day, he’d disappeared without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, here he was, pulling strings in the background like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘...What the hell is he after?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that uncertainty made it all the more disturbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did Ibaekho pass on information about the Resurrection Stone to Beleg?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That bastard’s completely unreadable.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps noticing my eyes lingering on the bottom of the letter, Beleg added a comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was told it’s one of the characters used by the revenants.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So is it true? That you really possess the Resurrection Stone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt ridiculous to lie at this point, so I answered honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even though he’d probably already suspected, hearing me confirm it seemed to overwhelm him emotionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Y-you’re serious!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I was more convinced than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There couldn’t be another fairy with this intense an interest in the Resurrection Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy had to be Crescent Moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though... there were a few things that didn’t quite add up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Elwen’s uncle is a revenant...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he really were a revenant, would he care so deeply about Elwen’s family?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what I’d heard, he looked after the three sisters more lovingly than actual blood relatives—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the front door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I heard voices—Elwen trying to stop someone, and Mei sounding furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll speak again soon. I’ll come to you myself next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beleg gave me a regretful look and said this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“M-Mei...! Uncle and the Baron are having a conversation—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Elwen’s flustered voice trailing behind her, the door burst open and Mei marched in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing heavy, clearly upset, and radiating pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gave a small nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘She heard about what happened in town.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Getting hit hurts a lot more when you didn’t see it coming. But at least I had time to brace for this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I thought you were a decent person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glared at me with contempt and muttered under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Trash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the favorability points I’d built up were completely obliterated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven out of the house to avoid Mei, we returned to the Sanctuary immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, if there was business, I stayed in the city overnight. Elwen even gently suggested that maybe I do the same, but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d rather sleep at home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially not during a festival, when people were crammed everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I didn’t feel like wasting money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Only two days of the festival left...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in a wall-mounted carriage as it rolled down the city road, I looked out over the festival and let random thoughts drift through my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the sun had fully set, the city below glowed bright. The sound of laughter and cheering was so loud it reached all the way up here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elwen, aren’t you going to enjoy the festival?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm, I’m not sure... I don’t really like loud crowds...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean, if I were walking around with you, it might be fun... but next year. I’ll wait till next year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine with it... but I can tell you’re not ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What kind of preparation does a festival need?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, come on... it needs some! It did for me, anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her bright voice didn’t match her quietly bitter smile, and it left me speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So let’s go later. Later... when I’m tired of being sad and finally want to laugh and shout again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Alright. Let’s do that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay. I once heard something from my sister—a superstition. That if you get married during the festival, you’ll live happily ever after without ever worrying about money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah... is that so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t know about the superstition. But one thing was clear: she’d changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one brought it up—but she herself mentioned her sister with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click-clack—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, sharing idle conversation, we eventually arrived at the Sanctuary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the Sanctuary was loud and lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barbarians weren’t above enjoying a festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some warriors headed to the city, sure—but most stayed home in the Sanctuary for such events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go rest now. I’m tired...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. I had fun today. Sleep well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I walked back to my tent after parting ways with Elwen, the surroundings gradually grew quieter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that it was silent—just quieter compared to the forest square where the festival raged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beheeeell—raaaaahhhh!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up! This is a quiet zone! If you keep yelling, Emily Raines is gonna show up!!” (That was what the warriors called Amelia Rainwales.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was thanks to Amelia that this area managed to stay relatively calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d insisted that since people might want to sleep, we needed to keep it quiet here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made perfect sense, but... the real reason was probably to accommodate me—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That woman’s too cruel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah! Who bans shouting during a festival?! Nobody even wants to sleep!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, I heard familiar voices among the noisy warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What did you just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eeeeeek—! It’s Emily Raines!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Amelia appeared like a ghost, the warriors all panicked and fled in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t say anything! Really! I’m a good barbarian who stays quiet in the quiet zone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was Merik’s second son, Kizan! He’s the one yelling!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastards...!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Merik’s second son Kizan is a foolish warrior! If you want to laugh and shout, go to the loud zone! Why make noise in the quiet one?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t help but wonder—what the hell did she do to make them tremble just from eye contact?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again... it made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ainard couldn’t stand up to Amelia. No ordinary warrior could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sleepers stay. Loudmouths, go to the noise zone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes ma’am!! I’ll go yell somewhere else! Sorry!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words had barely left her mouth before the warriors scattered like frightened animals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pretty funny, though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barbarians, sure. But hearing Amelia herself talk about “quiet zones” and “noise zones” like it was official terminology...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...You just got back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, yeah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get some rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We made brief eye contact, exchanged a short greeting, and I went inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I washed up and laid down on my bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how long I kept my eyes closed, sleep wouldn’t come. I tossed and turned, trying to empty my mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bjyooooooorn—!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Ainard? What is it? It’s the middle of the night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you # Nоvеlight # doing in the quiet zone?! Everyone’s having fun! And it’s not like going to bed early makes you grow taller anymore!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I’m tired. Just got back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said that for three days straight!! Come on! Join us tonight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smiled, watching Ainard go into whiny mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘At least she doesn’t threaten to leave the Anabada Clan like some others.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, that didn’t mean I was planning to join the festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I couldn’t sleep, I’d probably just go for a walk in the graveyard like I had the last few nights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bjorn, the warriors need you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words moved me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Haa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first festival after the big event. And as the de facto chieftain, it wouldn’t look great if I never showed my face...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll go. Just stop whining.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Really?! Awesome! Everyone’s gonna be so happy!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sending Ainard out, I quickly got dressed in traditional barbarian attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well—“dressed” might be the wrong word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More like “undressed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traditional barbarian clothing starts with going shirtless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go!! The moment they see you, they’re gonna lose their minds!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, I hoped they wouldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragged along by Ainard, I arrived at the forest square—the “loud zone”—where the festival was in full swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beheeeell—raaaahhh!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!! It’s the chieftain!! The chieftain’s here!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bjyooooooorn, son of Yandel!!! The strongest warrior on the surface!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The ultimate genius monster!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for barbarian eardrums being naturally tough, the noise probably would’ve ruptured them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I understood why 99% of Sanctuary dwellers were barbarians despite the high number of humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look! Over there! I think they’re fighting!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first place Ainard took me was a circle of warriors fighting to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill him!! Rip out his teeth!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Break his arm!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine!! That won’t kill him anyway!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two warriors locked in a brutal brawl, surrounded by a cheering crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grabbed a random nearby warrior and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are they fighting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dunno? Never thought to ask.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave me a look like what a weirdo, then went back to watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I guess the fight was more important than talking to me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were calling me a great warrior one second, then totally ignoring me the next. But I kind of got it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dueling was our biggest form of entertainment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They say the number of fights during a festival is the measure of how good it was...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, it was entertaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our warriors really were monsters in melee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even PvP tends to be more intense when you’re lower level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waaaahhhh!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The victor was a red-haired warrior who landed a clean elbow to the jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as I was thinking it was time to move on...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone, listen!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ainard suddenly shouted, gathering the crowd’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you can see, our chieftain is here!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had no idea what she was planning, but the warriors all cheered instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ooooooohhhhh!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beheeeell—raaaahhh!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just stood and watched, clueless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘...Why do I feel a bad premonition?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, I was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The chieftain will face every warrior here tonight!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell made that decision—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ooooh...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But... the chieftain is a great warrior...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even I couldn’t beat him...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the reaction was lukewarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that mood held, the idea might fizzle out...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry! It doesn’t matter where you hit! If you draw even a single drop of blood from the chieftain—you win!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ainard quickly implemented a balance patch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That might actually be possible...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But of course, one major question remained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why should we be the ones fighting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re still human! Getting hit hurts!! Especially if it’s by the chieftain!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors suddenly sounded unusually rational.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ainard clearly wasn’t ready for this turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“U-uh... it’s a chance to fight the chieftain! A true warrior should want that... shouldn’t they...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flustered, she closed her eyes and shouted her final offer:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prrrrize...!!! Winner gets three houses!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No further explanation was necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Three houses?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Worthy of risking one’s life...!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the warriors’ eyes—changed.\u003C\u002Fp>",2203,"2026-06-05T19:33:19.606Z",1,"novelbin.me","f1fac8dfb41f71c1922e8d004bb41b4d25c88d01bfe7f8ea5bdb4a225e87847b","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-600","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-599",807,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-cover.jpg"]