Surviving the Game as a Barbarian Chapter 54

Novel: Surviving the Game as a Barbarian Author: Jung Yun-kang Updated: Jun 10, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 54 from Surviving the Game as a Barbarian, a Action novel by Jung Yun-kang.

The Witch's Forest (1)

"You an theyre those pillagers from back then?"

Rotmiller nodded at the dwarf's question. And this made the situation crystal clear.

There couldnt be such a coincidence that the guys whod been proudly pillaging on the third floor just happened to chance upon us here after being chased by monsters.

"I don't know who they are, but they're definitely aiming at us."

"I dont know why theyd do this, but I agree. Maybe theyre pretending to be chased and trying to mix within our ranks."

Rotmiller not only affird my words, he also added his own opinion.

I had the sa idea.

"S-, so, what do we do now!"

What to do? How to do it? Those were the questions.

Luckily, thanks to Rotmiller, we managed to find out about their sche early in the ga.

"We should take advantage of this opportunity."

"Take advantage? How do you an?"

Misha tilted her head.

There was was no ti to explain in detail.

Because the other party had already arrived.

"L-, light! There's a light!"

In tandem with the male voice shouting, three n and won soaked in blood and sweat rushed into the radius of our torchlight.

"If you arent confident in your acting, just stay still and watch."

Whispering that, I made eye contact with Rotmiller. He gave a slight nod.

There was a reason why I got along well with this guy.

Even the dwarf who was worried to the bones seed to understand exactly what I ant.

Now, let's start, slowly.

"Dont co any closer."

Seeing them rush in, I imdiately grabbed my shield and went forward to block their way.

"H-, hey, look! Our party got annihilated. Help! Well definitely pay!"

A desperate yet urgent expression.

This guy was good at acting, too.

Or was it a standard skillset for pillagers?

"Put down your weapons."

"Uh, but therere monsters right behind us!"

A human uncle in his early thirties pointed back to their trail.

A horde of orcs thatd co chasing them could be seen, staring at us from beyond the torchlight's range.

"Chwi, chwiik!"

Since the total number of targets increased, they were hesitating to approach, but we couldnt be sure how long thatd last.

So co on, let us in.

That was evidently what the old man was going for, but so what?

"Its your choice. Either put down your weapons or get out."

I stubbornly repeated myself, but they couldnt answer easily.

It was a troubleso demand, after all.

Because in the labyrinth, your weapon is the sa as your life.

Perhaps they were even suspicious whether wed picked up on their acting.

But it didn't matter.

No matter what choice they made, we had nothing to lose.

" Lets put them down."

As soon as the decision was made, the man with the moustache dropped his weapon on the floor, and the other two also followed and threw theirs away.

Arent they being too greedy?'

While I was satisfied with their choice, I was also a little worried. They were taking such a big risk, what about us was worth that?

There was no point in even trying to guess.

"Okay then, slowly co forward. Stay apart from each other, as far as possible."

"Hey, theres no need to be like this, right? We just wanted so help"

"If you want help, do as youre told."

"I understand."

Then, as they arrived one by one as instructed, Rotmiller approached and checked them for hidden weapons.

" There doesn't seem to be any threat."

"Right. Murad, you keep watch on them."

"Ah, got it!"

The dwarf stiffened and nodded his head, then marched forward at attention with jerking limbs like a North Korean soldier on parade.

For so reason, a sigh escaped

Fortunately, from their expressions, they didn't seem to sense anything awkward in our actions.

"Chwi, chwiik"

"Chwiik, chwiik, chwiik!"

Leaving the dwarf with the trio of pillagers, we stepped forward to stare back at the orcs, and they soon turned around and left.

Even the orcs considered it a great risk to fight a group this large.

As usual, all these monster bastards are clever."

But, well, compared to the adventurer bastards, they were nothing to write ho about.

In any case, avoiding a useless battle was good news for us.

Since we were already facing a new problem, having to focus on the battle with the orcs wouldve been quite tiring.

"Whoo, I really thought I was going to die"

As soon as the group of orcs disappeared, the woman of the trio plopped down on the floor, with a loud sigh as if all the wind in her lungs was leaving in a rush.

And then, did she co to her senses?

She got up from the floor with an apologetic look on her face and bowed politely to us.

"Ah! My na is Elisa. Thank you for saving us!"

Perhaps because of the exposed portion of her chest that peeked out through the torn top?

"Oh, khm. I am Hikurod Murad."

The dwarf coughed and turned his head away.

It didn't seem like he was being shy.

His head was turned, but his eyes were still stuck at one place.

"So it was Mr. Murad! And what's your na?"

"I am Bjorn, son of Yandel."

"Oh, I see!"

The woman whod introduced herself as Elisa ca up to and grabbed my hand.

And she bowed her head again, sa as before.

Of course, this ti, her breasts were further emphasized.

"Hah, I really survived this ti thanks to you! What wouldve happened if I hadn't t you"

As a bonus she squeezed out her panting breath and talked in a llifluous voice that seed to tickle my ear canals.

Now that I looked at her again, this was probably why only she among the three had her top shredded to bits like this

"Bjorn! Your eyes are glazing over!"

Misha misunderstood the reason behind my focus and muttered.

However, this wasnt the ti to resolve the misunderstanding.

Thered be a chance soon.

"Na yourselves one by one."

To clear their suspicions, I started with a simple and brainless perfunctory investigation.

The first person to introduce himself was the moustached uncle who was presumably the leader.

"Hans Argoda."

What?

" Hans?"

"Its a common na. Do you know others with the sa na as mine, perhaps?"

"Ah, um, well Yeah, thats it."

I nodded awkwardly.

Hans A had been smashed in the head by my shield, and died.

I hadn't seen Hans B since I accidentally got advice from him at a drinking party.

And I t Hans C today, so this moustached uncle here seed to be following the sa steps as A.

Anyway, he was done and it was the next ones turn.

"My na is Irita Tason."

Tason, a blond spearman with a tall physique.

I estimated his age to be in the mid-twenties, and I couldn't find any special features.

If I had to ntion one thing, maybe his politeness?

"It was a situation where I had to wonder if Id survive, but I managed to avoid my death thanks to you. Thank you again."

While the spearman, Tason, bowed ninety degrees to show his respect and humility, Elisa also started making a fuss in her characteristic, natural tone.

"Really! Who knows what wouldve happened to us if it weren't for you? Lord Reatlas mustve guided us to your side!"

"Reatlas?"

Rotmiller stiffened at that word.

Then he carefully spoke to Elisha.

"Perhaps you, Miss Elisha"

"Oh, I havent told you my last na yet. My na is Elisa Behenk. And as you can see"

Elisha shuffled her feet, checked her clothes, and cried.

It was originally a white outfit, but now it was torn here and there and covered in sweat and gri.

" I guess you cant see? But, indeed, I serve Lord Reatlas!"

"Ooh!"

"You really were a priest."

While the dwarf just let out a brief exclamation, Rotmiller closed his eyes and drew a brief sign of the God in front of Elisha.

Wow, this guy was a hell of an actor.

"May the stars of the twilight guide us"

"Yes, the stars of the twilight shall guide us."

Did she think herself successful at her ruse?

Elisha also smiled brightly and drew a sign. And the vigilant atmosphere surrounding us faded in an instant.

Well, at least that was how it looked like to them.

We all know she can't be a real priest, so '

Wait, what?!

"Sorry! I shouldve helped you with your wounds first"

She wasnt an impersonator? An actual priest?

While I flinched at the unexpected developnt, Hans C pulled up his shirt to show a stab wound.

Elisa chanted a prayer, and brought her white, glowing hand to the wounded area.

But how?

Sssshhhh

As a point of fact, the wound healed really quickly.

It was true divine power. No matter how suspiciously I watched, I couldnt refute that.

How could I be so sure if Id never seen it before?

First of all, from the sound was different from potions, and also just by looking at the expression on that Hans C over there.

Didnt he look calm and gentle as if there was no pain at all?

"May the stars of the twilight guide us"

What an unexpected developnt.

Rotmiller, whod also gotten flustered for a mont, soon regained his senses and kept drawing the Gods sign.

Like a man witnessing a divine miracle right before his eyes.

It seed a bit exaggerated to my eyes, but in fact, this was probably the normal reaction given how this world was structured.

Just as demihumans grow up in their holy places, most human children learn to read and accumulate knowledge in the temples from an early age.

The weight behind the title of priest, is different.

"Ah! So can we get our weapons back now, please?"

Elisha asked naturally.

She spoke as if shed realized only now that she didnt have a weapon at hand. Perhaps showing her divine power had been to lead to this.

It mustve been this trust in herself that had let her make the bold decision to throw away their weapons earlier.

But so what?

"You cant."

Eh? Yes?"

As she stared with a puzzled expression, I also responded naturally. Well, there was no need to reveal just yet that we already know their identity.

"I know that youre a real priest. But so what?"

I was a barbarian who believed in the ancestors!

Id never received anything from the priests, so it wasnt strange for to react like this.

Elisa smiled awkwardly and looked at Rotmiller and Dwalky, the two humans in the party.

Like she was trying to get so help

I continued in the sa stubborn tone.

"The weapons can be returned when you leave after giving us the reward."

"Re-, reward?"

"Whyre you so surprised? Whether you're a priest or whatever, as long as you've entered the labyrinth, you're an adventurer. You have to follow the convention."

"Ah, yes I've heard of such a custom. Then how much should I give you?"

I pretended to think for a mont.

"About two million stones would work."

" Wh-, what?"

Elisa asked as if shed heard it wrong.

But I was aloof.

"Isnt that an unreasonable request?"

Um, no, this was reasonable enough.

So villains even rob people of their equipnt in return for their lives.

"Dont think of it as a waste, think of it as the price of your life."

"But we dont have that much money, you know?"

I already knew that.

Who would carry cash with them when they entered the labyrinth?

Now that we got the expected answer, it was ti for the next move.

"Im not asking you to lower the price. At least wait till we go outside"

"No way. I don't believe in the promises of people other than my kin. If you dont have the money, pay in kind."

" In kind?"

"Well, I think that mans armour should be enough."

When I pointed to Hans C with my index finger, he frowned. But after a short and silent exchange of glances with Elisa, he sighed deeply.

"Huh, yes, its npt a bad trade to save our lives with just this much. But instead, there are conditions. We will stay with you tonight until our fatigue is relieved."

"Sure."

I nodded willingly.

Their intentions were obvious, but what was the problem? It wasnt like we were ever going to reach the point where this promise would have to be fulfilled.

"Irita, can you help , please?"

"Of course."

Hans C, who took off his heavy armour with the help of the spearman next to him, handed the equipnt to Rotmiller.

Alright, one bastards armour had been stripped off.

For now, I think I'll start by taking everything I can grab'

"Well, now that the price has been paid, could you please return our weapons to us?"

I couldn't take it any longer and smiled brightly.

To be honest, I never thought things would turn out so well

" Why are you laughing?"

Hans C looked at and asked with a firm face.

Very rudely, I didn't respond.

Co to think of it, I never solved Misha's misunderstanding that my eyes were glued to Elisas form, hm? She was so sullen about it.