Surviving The Game As A Barbarian Light Novel Novels & Stories

The corrupted army answered with deafening howls. Captain Lyra lowered her eyes. "No..." Across the valley, the Primordial Darkness smiled. "I expected nothing less." --- Then... Another sound reached the battlefield. A slow, steady heartbeat. Boom. Boom. Boom. Golden light appeared inside the fading dust. At first it was only a faint glow. Then it grew brighter. Brighter still. Until it shone like the rising sun. Varkor's ears twitched. The smile disappeared from the Primordial Darkness's face. The golden light stepped forward.

Before they could even shift, they were thrown back out…bodies hitting the ground below with sickening force. Dead. I turned back to Barry and smirked. “It seems your men have failed. Leave now, and I’ll let you live.” He laughed and sent two more. I saw Bryce sprint toward the castle. His mate was inside. He wouldn’t let her face that alone. “Don’t worry,” Barry taunted. “I have plenty of men to hunt that child.” Then he raised his arms and screamed, “ATTACK!” They shifted mid-charge. So did we. Fur ripped through skin. Bones snapped and reformed. The battlefield erupted in snarls and chaos. The war had begun. And deep in my bones, I knew one thing with absolute certainty.. I was the only o

Don't touch her. He took a step. Then another. The barrier crackled. He put his hand on it. His skin burned. He ignored the pain. He raised his other hand. He pushed. The barrier strained, cracking. The circle flickered. I couldn't see straight. Aurek—stop—you'll die— He looked at me. Something dark settled in his eyes. Then I die with you. Before I could say anything— The barrier shattered. Light flashed. Chains broke. The floor split. And everything fell into darkness.

Nadir woke up in the morning terribly confused. She felt as if was drunk, except not with alcohol, but life energy. The last time Nadir felt something like this was when she was still a young succubus and out of greed was able to kill her victims, depriving them of all life energy. Miguel was sleeping right next to, visibly weakened, which made her add two and two.

She had been on the battlefield so far, but from a distance saw Salvadore sneaking towards the tent, so came here as quick as possible. - You can't go any further.- she said bravely. - Are you alive? I thought I finished you.- Salvadore looked at her, slightly surprised, but also a little disappointed. - You must have forgotten we have a Maria who can heal.- hissed Deborah. - Ah, yes, my mistake. Fortunately, it can be repaired.- Salvadore smiled ominously, and the fireball was already in his hand. - I'm not afraid of you.- Deborah replied, ready to defend herself.

I even bite off a wolf's dîck, he fell down instantly and died -this is gonna be a long and tiring fight. ★★★★★ After what felt like hours of fighting, I was even starting to get tired, I'm feeling sore all over my body because I have been badly injured. But our eyes were suddenly stabbed by the flash of a very bright light. The barbarian and his remaining few warriors suddenly fell down, I squinted my eyes and looked towards the light. My jaw dropped when I saw Wymond walking towards me, I released a wolfy grin and breathe in relief. *He came*

But… I didn't draw any rolls or what… now I wonder. Well setting that aside, this whole world turned into destruction. Just like the game's name says, 'To Survive“ or “To Live Long” It was like any ordinary game that you need to fulfill task and gain rewards which you can use to improve your character. Do the game quests and proceed to the story line… But… Am I really part of that game now? Shaking my head, I have no time to stand idly. I must first get out of this creature at some point.

I knew they wouldn’t survive this battle unless something drastic changed. Our seers were somewhere nearby, deep in prayer, hoping to summon aid from the spirits and tip the scales in our favor. It was a bloodbath. Wolves fell on both sides, the snow beneath us turning red as the fight dragged on. Neither side seemed to gain a clear advantage, and both suffered heavy losses. Then it happened. Young Nikolay wove his dark magic, and exhaustion overtook me. The barrier faltered, and I felt my knees buckle as the protective winds dissolved.

The Barbarian mage lay unconscious at the edge of the arena. His clothes were charred black. His staff had shattered into pieces. Complete silence followed. Bright stretched lazily. "Can I go now?" "I haven't finished today's novel." Without waiting for an answer, he calmly walked back toward Kiara and sat down. The referee stared blankly. "...Winner..." "Archmage Bright Winchester." Only then did the crowd erupt. "One attack..." "He won with ONE attack!" "The Barbarian Kingdom's greatest mage didn't even touch him!" Even the Emperor was speechless.

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."