Surviving The Game As A Barbarian Light Novel Novels & Stories

The warriors around us had gone completely silent. The Northern wolf suddenly twisted beneath him and managed to break free. It rolled away and quickly returned to its feet. Darius also stood, but he was breathing harder now. Blood was still running from his shoulder, staining the fur around it. The warrior must have noticed his weakness because he charged at him again without giving him time to recover.

The barbaric cultivators' faces were as pale as paper, and filled with unbridled terror. They had never imagined that someone could surpass the physical prowess of their own barbaric clan members! Moreover, all of their attacks were forcefully repelled by Severin's fists. Severin's surging energy and terrifying physical strength overwhelmed the barbaric cultivators, leaving them dazed. They even felt as if their chests had been struck by a massive mountain, causing the spiritual energy within their bodies to stagnate.

[Congratulations, you've joined the survival game as a player! [You've triggered "The Veil of Blood Oath"! Dungeon rank: S!] [Mission objective: You must survive in the village till the end of the ritual!] [Now, let the game begin…] Survival game? My mind cleared up instantly when I heard the familiar phrase. Wasn't this the survival game Cyrus talked about? How could there be an actual survival game in this world? I opened my eyes instantly, soon realizing that I was standing in a foggy village.

“Nature is picking us up, Bara.” Barbara didn't know what the boy was saying, but she didn't care anymore because her skin was completely black like charred skin. Then suddenly her dark skin began to glow, as if it had been caught in flames. Barbara screamed as the flames consumed her so fast. She screamed and cried while the boy with bleeding eyes kept muttering the words “we are safe” over and over. The girl continued to scream until the fire completely enveloped her…. “Argh!” Barbara gasped awake with a cold sweat soaking her forehead and almost her entire body. Her breath was gasping and her throat felt very dry.

《SECOND CHANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED》 Survive the Trial. Find the True Lifeline. Failure = permanent erasure. My heart thudded so hard it hurt. “Who… who are you?” The voice continued calmly. 《RULES TO JOIN THE SURVIVAL GAMES》 Rule1: The road ahead is endless. Do not leave the truck no matter what. Rule 2: If you see yourself again do not look twice. Rule 3: If the lights go out, pray they come back. If they don’t come after 3 seconds… close your eyes and count to 10.

The wolf I had kicked stared down at my face in resentment and flared, “Take it, bitch!” He stomped on my shin vehemently, forcing me to groan. “No time to play,” the other wolf said coldly, shooting me a glare in distain, “Get it finished quickly.” The first wolf nodded reluctantly without saying anything. Both of them crouched down and reached out arms. The first wolf kneeled between my legs and buckled my arms as the other grabbed my neck. When he was about to tighten the grip and execute me to death, lights in the room suddenly went out in a flash. And with a strong wind, the wooden door slammed close, leaving us all in complete darkness.

Both Ruth and I turned our heads at the same time. From the pile of zombies nearby, a blood-soaked figure crawled out with what little strength he had left. One of his arms was missing. It was Dan. I raised an eyebrow in surprise. I had to admit, the guy was ridiculously tough. Falling straight into a swarm of zombies and still managing to survive?

Claire rolled her eyes and then left the room, I smirked and took a deep breath, looking at the PC screen on. “Should I be concerned?” I heard Hyperion's question in jest. “Oh no… I only kill virtual people. It's a roleplaying game. Today we're going to finish a Vampire the Mask campaign, a very famous game even. In this case, I'm playing with a 9th generation vampire, let alone an old one, La Sombra, which is one of the clans, and which has the pyromaniac defect. Our mission is to invade a Caern, which is a place with great magical and pure power, so to speak, these places are usually protected by Werewolves, who are divided by tribes and within the tribes there are packs, which can be mixe

I shot the last one in the knee and drug him back into the house and over his dead comrades. He sat in their dining chair, bleeding and screaming at me in Italian. In the calmest voice I asked. “ Who sent you?.” No answer. BANG. In his other knee. More screaming from him. “ Who sent you?.” I waited, again, no answer. BANG! His hand now had a big hole in the middle of it, and I could see right through it. “ OKAY, OKAY!” He whimpered. “ I'll tell you, please let me live…”

I didn’t kill anyone until I was eighteen, when Baz and I snuck out and got in a bar fight that went south when the dickhead recognized me. I’ve never killed as much as I am right now. Never as quickly. The air around me goes red with gore. I catch sight of my own side at one point and nearly mistake it for a stranger’s. The pink tint of my fur is unnatural. I don’t know if I’ll ever escape the metallic taste of blood. But every Goddess-damned time I turn around, someone else needs my help. Someone yells, or I see them through the fighting. Castor’s strong, and he’s fucking angry, but he’s obviously never been in a real fight before. Dowager Suniva is visibly out of practice, off balance wit