Surviving The Game As A Barbarian Light Novel Novels & Stories

Nicolais nodded to Sicca before sending me a small smile. “I can get you volume one of a book series that describes our history, both culture, religion, and a small amount of knowledge about the different kingdoms,” Sicca explained with an almost proud smile. “Perfect,” I nodded to him, “that way I’ll also have something to keep me occupied during the day while you’re doing your work.” My language had quickly changed, adapting to their etiquette and the way they pronounced words. They rubbed off on me fast. You’re possibly going to be a queen, and if you are, then damn well do it properly! My thoughts hadn’t changed, though, which was definitely a positive thing.

“But I got this.” “Like the blade ritual?” Akira says, blade flashing. “You’re strong.” “Thanks,” I say, light burning another scout. “We need to move!” We guide survivors through the forest, dodging more scouts, my light burning a path through the dark. They’re weak, some barely walking, their light fading from hunger and fear. “Stay close!” I yell, light flaring. “We’re almost there!” “You’re doing great,” Jude says, shadows shielding us. “Like the hidden realm?”

I am none other than the boss of the hotel you all are staying in and I am also the El Presidente that you all despise, and everyone in the hotel is now stuck and forced to play my little game! "Game...?" The overload of information stuns Yua and Logan. The man with sideburns yawns. [Yep! Game! Let the game begin! Let the crazy people in this hotel run wild! Its a game of survival where all of you are forced to kill each other!]

"I don't care about the cost! I want her dead! I want the Icarus code!" The war was no longer about stones or fashion. It was about survival. And Liora Thorne had just shown the world that she was the ultimate survivor. END OF CHAPTER 13....

As for me, the most unforgettable catastrophe was the day I dirtied my hands just to survive with Liene, my first friend. “My comrades and I were having a peaceful rest until culprits destroyed our night and threatened to kill us. When most of us dared to fight back, they slaughtered them, and those who did nothing remained alive. I’m one of those cowards who never fought back,” he said, “the culprits were total bastards that they made us play a game and the one who will survive will get a reward.” He gazed at me. “Do you know what the game is?”

I kick the body down and as his body hits the dirt, I stab his neck, hopefully giving him a faster death. I look around to face more Barbarians but instead I find the remaining ones beginning to lower their weapons. We surround them in a circle as Pal’lacon orders them to surrender in their Northland language. One of the Barbarians drops his weapons and starts speaking in Latin, exclaiming that he was only forced into this and that he was just a farmer. I looked at Varkii and saw evidence of slight sympathy in his face, after all the remaining Barbarians looked nothing like the usual sellswords we had faced in the past or the ones we had just killed for that matter, they were wearing simple

Some toward weapons, some toward the fence, some only far enough to realize they had no idea where they were supposed to go. The difference between panic and survival was usually about five seconds. The tower had already lost three of them. “Eastern side!” Caleb shouted. His voice cut through the rain better than Warren’s did. Lantern light bounced across the muddy yard as survivors scrambled for spears, rifles, and tools that had become weapons because the world no longer cared what things were originally made for. The infected kept coming. Not dozens. Hundreds. Not all at once, but enough that the fog below the ridge seemed alive with bodies. Pale faces appeared between the trees, vanished

“It's Barbie, bitch” My palm itched, I so badly wanted to strangle her, but restrained myself. “Right. Barbie it is,” I said through gritting teeth. “We are a team. Let's act like one...” Before I could finally, a growl echoed nearby. Jolted around pulling out my daggers. This game was moving too fast for my taste. Jus then a Devourer burst from the shadows—python head snapping, body moving too fast to track. “Barbara!” I shouted. “Grab a weapon!”

His words ignited a fire in their hearts, and their resolve hardened. As King Crowell's forces drew nearer, Cain's band took up their positions, hidden among the thick trees and underbrush. They watched in silence as the enemy army advanced, the ground trembling beneath the weight of their numbers. The battle commenced with a sudden and ferocious intensity. Cain, wielding his newfound magical abilities, unleashed bolts of lightning upon the enemy, sending arcs of deadly energy surging through their ranks. The element of surprise was on their side, and the soldiers of King Crowell were thrown into chaos.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”