Surviving the Game as a Barbarian Chapter 743: Changed Fate (6)

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

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Now reading: Chapter 743: Changed Fate (6) from Surviving the Game as a Barbarian, a Action novel by Jung Yun-kang.

District 7 and the Sanctuary.

Which one should I go to?

To be honest, neither choice was easy.

[Depending on where you go, soone will die.]

If I go to District 7, A dies.

If I go to the Sanctuary, B dies.

I didn’t know exactly who A and B were, but I was certain both were comrades I valued equally.

However...

[That choice will be the one that best serves the Lion of the Cross.]

That damned “old man” gave that advice through the wolf. He said letting A die and saving B would be more beneficial to . So, I should head to District 7.

He even tried to justify it, overlaying this whole thing with so taphor about fate being a card ga...

Tadadadat—

In the end, after much deliberation, I made my choice. The place I was originally going to. I decided to head to the Sanctuary.

The reason for this decision wasn’t anything complicated. I do agree to so extent that even a twisted fate is still fate, but...

Screw doing what's best for .

Aurell Gaviss isn’t soone I can trust. And if soone has to die either way, then the right move is to follow my own choice. Even if I regret it later, at least it’ll be my own decision, not soone else’s.

That old geezer still doesn’t get . If he was going to offer advice like this, he should’ve known from the start that I’m naturally rebellious...

...Wait?

Was that the point all along?

The thought crossed my mind, but after a mont’s reflection, it didn’t seem likely. Even without his advice, I was always going to head for the Sanctuary anyway. No need to co all this way just to stir things up.

Screw it. Stop thinking.

The more I thought, the more I got distracted. So I emptied my head and focused solely on getting to my destination.

Ten minutes, twenty, thirty... After who knows how long of sprinting—

KWA-KWAKWANG—! KWAHHHHH—!

Faint explosions echoed from afar, and the walls I was running along trembled violently. What the hell was going on over there?

Tatadadadat—!

I pushed my speed even further and finally reached the wall adjoining the outer periter of the Sanctuary. But the gate was still a long way off, so I was about to keep moving—

"...Hm?"

I saw it completely by chance. Even though it was hard to get a clear view from the ground thanks to the thick foliage.

"...Rotmiller?"

My first guide was kneeling in front of a tree stump in a pitiful state.

What the hell is going on?

As I watched, so bastard approached Rotmiller with a sword in hand. No need to think. I kicked off the rampart with all my strength and leapt.

And then...

KWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!

As if I’d used [Leap], the mont I landed, the ground quaked violently, and the bastards surrounding Rotmiller stared at with wide eyes.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing to my guide?"

Rotmiller, too, looked at like he’d seen a ghost. And in that mont, I realized instinctively.

"...Yandel?"

A was Rotmiller.

***

It didn’t take long to clean up the situation. Every ti I swung my hamr, so bastard’s skull burst open, and that was that. Well, more than half of them scattered like cockroaches, so I missed a lot, but...

Still, the battle was over. That’s what mattered.

"You alright, Rotmiller?"

"A..."

He still hadn’t co to his senses, but when I poured potion on his wounds, he snapped back.

"Guess not, huh?"

Chiiiiiik—!

"GAHHHHHH!!"

With just one potion, Rotmiller sprang back to life like a fish freshly pulled from water.

"Ugh! Hkk... ughhh..."

That burst of vitality was too much, though. It took a while for him to calm down enough to hold a conversation.

"Yandel..."

"Looks like you’re conscious now."

"...You saved ."

"How’s your body? I’ve got more potions."

"...I’m fine. It’s healed."

Alright then.

"Anyway, Yandel, how did you even get here...?"

Ah, that?

I get the curiosity, but explaining that would take way too long.

"Let’s talk about later. For now, I want to hear what’s going on here."

"A..."

Hearing that, maybe Rotmiller realized that satisfying curiosity could wait?

He snapped back into his old reliable self and gave a succinct briefing. Sumd up, it went like this:

"Noark forces dispelled the barrier first and began their assault. We were outnumbered, so we retreated. anwhile, our elite forces used the expanded front lines to slip behind enemy lines and strike the Noark commanders."

"Only... I don’t know whether their plan succeeded or failed... We must hurry to assist them..."

Which is why I quickly hoisted Rotmiller onto my back.

"...Huh?"

Rotmiller didn’t seem to understand why I was picking him up.

"Why are you... Leave . I’ll only slow you down."

To be fair, Rotmiller wasn’t wrong. He hadn’t changed—but I’d changed a hell of a lot since my half-assed team days. He’d only get in the way now.

Still...

"Aren’t you my guide?"

Even so, I couldn’t just leave him behind. I wasn’t even sure if saving him once had been enough.

Yeah, that’s why...

"You’re the one who has to tell where to go."

I said it jokingly, and Rotmiller froze for a second—then chuckled softly.

"...You really haven’t changed a bit."

"They say changing ans dying, don’t they? I plan on living a long life."

"...I don’t know if the plan succeeded, but let’s head toward the gate for now."

With Rotmiller on my back, I sprinted toward the gate.

Naturally, Noark bastards were swarming the path. Not that they were much of a problem.

KUUNG—! KUUNG—!

Normally, a soldier would try to block an incoming enemy, but seeing charge in like a tank, the Noark bastards just dove to the ground and scrambled out of the way.

These guys really are unfailingly polite in the face of strength.

Thanks to that, I quickly passed through the forest path and arrived at the gate, where the signs of battle were still fresh.

...So many dead.

Corpses littered the area in front of the gate. There were plenty of Noark bodies, but just as many of our own. Most were barbarian warriors.

Crunch.

Among the fallen were faces I recognized from my ti living as a barbarian. The guy who bought a house the mont land registration opened. The guy who whined that the rite-of-passage gear was unfairly good and asked for one too—only to get punched. The guy who asked to na his newborn son so he’d grow into a strong warrior.

Grrrk.

Seeing their faces, my jaw tensed on its own, but first, I swept the area and finished scanning for threats.

"...!"

"...Hic!"

For so reason, every Noark bastard who made eye contact with flinched and looked away or backed off...

Not important. Skip.

Only two things mattered.

The place where the gate should be—the entire section of wall there had collapsed, blocking the only passage between the Sanctuary and District 7.

And then...

"Wait? Isn’t that Yandel?"

"What? Sir? It’s him! It’s hiiiiiim!!"

For so reason, my comrades were peeking down at from the top of the wall.

The mont our eyes t, I started counting.

Ainard, Versil, Misha, Elwen, Jas Carla... Except for Alia, Auyen, Parab, and Marone, everyone else was safe and accounted for—

"Yandeeeeeel!!!"

Suddenly, Elwen gracefully jumped from the high wall and soared toward .

She wouldn't get hurt at that height with her physical abilities, but still—I instinctively caught her as she fell.

"Where have you been!! We were really worried about you!!"

"I’ll explain later. Tell what’s happening first."

"A..."

There were Noark troops around, but not so many that it made conversation hard. Maybe because of my reputation—they just stared from a distance, not daring to approach.

"Rotmiller told you went after the Noark command. Did that work?"

"Ah... that... it failed."

Though Elwen said “failed,” after hearing the full story, it was better than that. They hadn’t killed the command, but they lured Noark elites out beyond the wall and brought it down behind them.

"Now we’re occupying the top of the wall, blocking reinforcents from entering the Sanctuary!"

Hmm... so that’s why they were up there. If I hadn’t found Rotmiller, I’d have t them on the ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) rampart.

"Anyway, about Mr. Gowland..."

Maybe it was because we hadn’t seen each other in so long? Even talk of war seed to make Elwen chatter excitedly.

I cut her off with a smirk.

"Enough. The next move’s obvious."

"...Huh?"

No “huh” about it. As long as we hold that wall, no more enemy forces can enter the Sanctuary. Which also ans the ones already inside are now cut off from their main force.

There’s only one thing left to do.

"Ti to wipe them all out."

"...Ah! I knew you were smart!"

I was used to Elwen’s mindless praise, so I let it wash over and scanned the area again.

Maybe word had spread about the wall collapsing—or maybe I’d drawn too much aggro by charging in—but more and more Noark bastards were gathering in the clearing.

One, two, three, four... Too many to count. Killing them all one by one with my hamr would take forever.

So...

"Elwen, get ready."

"...Huh?"

"It’s ti for ‘that.’ Been a while, huh?"

"Ah... th-that...?"

Even without a subject, she understood perfectly and began casting her skill.

「Elwen Fornaci di Tersia casts [Spirit Form].」

Didn’t even need to specify the elent.

「The Wind Spirit rges with the character’s body.」

「All attacks gain evasion modifiers.」

「Magical damage taken is doubled.」