Surviving The Game As A Barbarian Light Novel Novels & Stories

The gunshots might have scared the beasts away, but they attracted a group of barbarians with leaves covering their bodies. Very quickly, they rushed over to the source of the gunshots by swinging from vine to vine like monkeys. They all had dyed-green javelins on them, and some of them were carrying bows and arrows, which were all trained on Tanya, Javier, and Herschel. Fortunately, Tanya stepped up and conversed with the barbarians in their local language. After confirming who Tanya was, the leader of the barbarians instructed his men to retreat, which they did as quickly as they had arrived.

… Like a sponge, I absorbed knowledge relentlessly, holding on tight to the second chance life had given me. On the day of the essay competition, snowflakes drifted down from a pale gray sky. I had turned down Henry's proposal to skip class and see me off into the venue. After school started, he stopped his part-time job and consistently ranked first in the recent exams. Everything was getting better—so good that even my bones felt light as air. The bus station was right ahead. I turned the corner, and a dark figure suddenly darted out. I hit the ground hard, and everything went black. Just before I blacked out, snowflakes settled into my eyes, icy cold.

However, his sanity was at stake. There was no surprise to learn how Benjamin was a warrior tank. Thanks to his unique skill — berserker, he was in a unique hybrid class known as barbarian after his specialisation. The high stamina and strength during berserker mode saved the party many times. In other words, Benjamin was the main calvary who carried his teammates. Jessica’s job specialisation surprised Zen. Previously, he had thought that tamers were not an actual job class. However, Jessica revealed that after befriending poisonous monsters like slimes and mushrooms, she had accidentally unlocked a special job class due to her poison immunity.

“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.”

A young woman hovered three inches off the ground, too traumatized to let her gravity-nullifying mutation deactivate. It was a sanctuary of the broken, the terrified, and the hunted. As Baraka walked into the light of the reservoir, the low murmur of conversation in the camp began to die down. Heads turned. Eyes widened. Baraka was a towering, muscular figure, covered in black ash, dried mud, and blood. His trench coat hung in ribbons. The burn scars on his right arm were still raw, and his eyes carried the heavy, haunted weight of a boy who had looked into the abyss and fought his way back out.

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

They had expected any other male, just not this one. A barbarian. Yori's eyes flare with recognition as he suddenly recalls Vidarr, he had seen him the day their abode was destroyed. This warrior had been with that mad raider. So many of the Dahome savages, Yori, had been lucky to escape alive after the village had been burnt to the ground, and now he's attempting to find a new settlement for the few survivors only to bump into this Dahome warrior. Yori's purely angry gaze returns to Soral, he should have killed him faster.