Surviving The Game As A Barbarian Light Novel の小説・ストーリー

Martial arts. It decides your fate as well as your life and death. The weak is humiliated while the strong looks down on the world. Martial Spirit. The innate talent of the people in the continent is considered as the warrior's soul. It can be said that the achievements of a warrior is closely linked to their martial spirit. There are numerous types of martial spirit. Nature spirits such as fire, ice, hurricanes, lighting, etc. Weapon spirits such as knifes, guns, swords and halberd. Beast spirits such as the white tiger, the crazy rhinoceros, the violent ape and the dragon snake. In addition there are also many powerful soul spirits such as the immortal spirit. The martial spirit, it wil

I walked past her calmly. I didn't stop or even glance at her. The sound of my shoes echoed across the polished marble floor, steady and clear as I walked farther away. Her figure, along with the magazine in her hand, remained behind in the shadow of the bright city lights. The floating comments kept scrolling. [Now this is a real male power-fantasy story!] [All that distance he walked, and he never once looked back.] [The real story of his life is only just beginning!]

They saw Barbie's smirk from the screen and they knew the it's over. Barbie crouched on the ground. Kieran's stones, debris and vines began to attack her all at once. The time seemed to slow, the spectators were breathless. Lightning strikes at the petite woman and Barbie bursts in blinding light as she seemingly became one with her lightning. Her eyes glowed like electricity as she leaped forwards. She avoided Kieran's attacks and moved towards him. The latter twirled his spear before Barbie could reach him.

But of course, he didn’t know about this strange experience, and I wasn’t planning to tell him just yet until this happened. “It still leaves me curious though…” he suddenly chipped in, jolting me out of my thoughts before resuming his march around the room. “What is it that leaves you curious, my love?” I straightened up on the bed and focused on him. “I’ve seen people get hit by smaller men and even in more similar ways, just like you did. Now these people aren’t women or children, they were warriors, trained and skilled men. Yet, they didn’t survive those hits. Those that survived could no longer use the affected body part. Just how then were you able to survive that?

I gasp and stumble, but I’m standing. Warmth floods my body, chasing away the darkness. The light within me glows brighter, wrapping around me like a golden wave. It feels alive, wild and sacred. I let it flow through me, rising higher, shining stronger. I raise my hands and send my light straight toward Baron. It explodes outward, so bright that even Dex shields his eyes. But unlike the vampires, he isn’t harmed. The same can’t be said for Baron. His skin burns, his screams tearing through the air.

Camila struggled to shake her mind awake. She was a veteran warrior of the Barbarian race and a lover of battles. She had been through many difficult situations, and had come out of all of them a survivor. This situation was no different. Her experience proved a vital resource as she quickly made the wisest decision.

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.

In Mother’s protective cloak the violet light pulses like twin heartbeats against the dark fabric. The battle is brutal. One-sided in the end. The demonkin roar, swing, hack. But the dead don’t tire. Don’t feel pain. When a limb is severed, another corpse steps forward to take its place. Smoke coils from every wound, knitting bone, fueling motion. The invaders falter. Then break. Then flee back up the ridge, leaving their dead behind. The camp falls quiet again—except for the crackle of dying fires and the ragged breathing of the survivors.

The crowd erupted in quiet cheers, whistles, claps, and laughter—joy sweeping through the clearing like sunlight breaking through clouds. I found myself smiling so wide my cheeks ached. Tonight, we remembered. And tonight, we celebrated. We were more than survivors—we were something new. And we were just getting started. *Note from the author* Book two Starts in the next chapter. "What Rose From the Ashes" I hope everyone has enjoied reading "What Survived the Burn" as much as I have enjoied writing it. This is why I see no other way than to begin book two...

But it was all too late now. There was nothing she could do to fix this. The only way out for her now was to embrace her death with open arms to save the last of her pride. Just then, however, a ray of brilliantly-colored light shot out from Wilbur and enveloped him completely. The chaos around him was blocked off completely. The Armysus God's gigantic hand hit the light, but the barrier of light did not move in the slightest. Instead, the hand bounced backward and was sent flying. The Syron God's sword hit the light as well.