Surviving the Game as a Barbarian Chapter 91 Player (3)

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

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Now reading: Chapter 91 Player (3) from Surviving the Game as a Barbarian, a Action novel by Jung Yun-kang.

Player (3)

It's been 5 months since I woke up in this other world.

If we include the days I spent in the labyrinth, it feels even longer.

A lot has happened during that ti.

I killed a person for the first ti, and I killed monsters. I've done many barbaric things to survive.

But is my essence as a modern person still intact?

Click, clack, clack, click, thud!

As soon as I finish entering the password, my pinky finger naturally presses enter.

And I flinch as I realize one thing.

'This is... my body?'

It's not the rough and thick hands of a barbarian.

It's not the body of a warrior with broad shoulders and muscles like rocks.

It's Lee Hansu's body, 175 centiters tall, average weight, with soft flesh and skin.

That's when...

"Ah, shit!"

I feel like the ground is collapsing, and my body is being sucked sowhere.

When I co to my senses, everything is pitch black.

It's not unfamiliar since I've experienced it often in the labyrinth, but...

Click.

With the sound of a switch being flipped, my surroundings brighten up.

Surprisingly, I'm in my room.

My room, Lee Hansu's room, where I used to enjoy gas before being dragged here.

'...So what's the point of all this?'

I first check my surroundings.

Bookshelves, computer, a slightly yellowed bed...

I go outside and check the kitchen, living room, and bathroom, and everything matches my mory.

'Ah, then could it be that too...?'

I hurriedly open the refrigerator door.

For so reason, it's filled with nothing but chilled cans of cola.

I wonder what kind of arrangent this is, but I don't think about it too deeply.

How could I possibly resist this?

Click, hiss-

A sound that makes feel refreshed just by listening to it.

I could endure everything else, but I've missed this so much. I quickly pour it into my mouth, worried it might disappear before my eyes.

But...

'Damn it.'

I can't taste it.

There's no sharp sensation that feels like it's splitting my throat in half.

It just feels like a tasteless, odorless liquid is going down my throat.

That's when...

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rings.

I check the intercom, and there's a blonde, white woman.

It's probably not a religious solicitation, right?

Just as I'm about to say, 'Who are you?' in my usual tone, I realize my mistake and speak again.

"Who is it?"

I judge that she might be able to figure out that I'm a barbarian from my tone of voice.

'But why does it feel so awkward?'

It feels like there are thorns in my throat even though I just spoke normally.

Soon, I hear a response from the other side of the intercom.

[I'm SoulQueens, the guide for Ghostbusters. May I co in?]

Hmm, I didn't know it was this kind of system.

I quickly open the door before I offend her.

But what's this?

"Um, why are you walking into the wall?"

"Ah, was that a wall? To , it just looks like white space."

Is she talking about the space I saw earlier?

It seems like there are so mysterious rules at play in this spiritual world.

As I roughly give her directions and guide her to the living room, the woman lets out a gasp.

"You're amazing. Usually, you can at least faintly see the shape."

"Shape?"

"This place. Maybe you..."

"You can just keep calling 'you'."

"...If you insist."

As promised in the letter that guaranteed anonymity, the woman doesn't show any disappointnt at my indirect refusal.

"Anyway, this space is a manifestation of what you imagined. The place that your inner mind thinks of first. It usually becos the space that you feel most comfortable in psychologically."

"So?"

"It's usually visible to others. Although there are so people with strong defense chanisms, you can still recognize the shape to so extent..."

The woman looks at with a strange expression.

I can't tell if it's curiosity or wariness, but I decide to address the inconsistency first.

"Then what about when you rang the doorbell earlier? You said you couldn't see ."

"I guess it was expressed that way. I didn't ring any bell. I just called out to you as soon as I arrived in this white space. Does that make sense?"

Honestly, I kind of understand what she's saying, but I don't understand at all.

So I just smile awkwardly and nod.

"Thanks to your kind explanation."

"I'm glad. Actually, it's a difficult concept even for mages to understand, so I'm always at a loss for how to explain it."

Anyway, since she introduced herself as the guide, I ask her what I'm curious about.

"Ah, but what happens if you enter the wrong password?"

I figured it out by chance, but there must be people who can't enter the password.

"That? Nothing happens. It's just a bluff. In the first place, there's almost no one who gets the password right before I arrive, like you."

"......?"

"Whether you enter the password or not, I have to co and confirm anyway."

For reference, the confirmation she ntioned is simple.

She can just tell by looking?

I wonder if she has so special ability, but I realize it when I see my current appearance.

A navy blue suit that fits snugly.

It's the suit my ex-girlfriend bought to celebrate getting a job.

'The difference starts with the clothes...'

Well, I also knew she was a modern person as soon as I saw her, so it must be the sa for her.

"Wow, you're really quick-witted. The difference between players and NPCs starts here."

"NPCs?"

"It's a slang term for the locals. Anyway, the difference between the two is not just the clothes, but you can clearly tell when you enter this space. This is the first ti I've seen a case where you can't see anything..."

"So usually, you can tell just by looking at the room."

"Yes. There's no way an NPC would have a poster of a rock star in their room, right?"

I understand.

With this kind of verification thod, it would be almost impossible for locals... I an, NPCs... to hide their identity and enter.

"Then I pass?"

"Of course."

I was secretly worried because my room wasn't visible due to my defense chanisms, but the woman nods without hesitation.

Seeing that, I realize one more thing.

Clothes, tone of voice, expression, and this mindscape.

There must be a more definitive way to distinguish NPCs besides these things.

'They're probably not telling for security reasons.'

"Alright, then... you've officially beco a mber of our Ghostbusters."

"But who ca up with the na Ghostbusters?"

"There is. Soone like that. You'd think, 'what kind of crappy na is this?' I told them to change it to sothing else..."

Uh, I asked because I thought it was a very witty na...

"Ha, everyone who cos here asks why we chose this na."

I nod awkwardly.

Although I can't agree with the sentint that it's a crappy na, I can pretend to agree.

Acting tactfully has always been my specialty.

"Indeed... it's a unique na."

"Right? Ah, where was I..."

The woman returns to the main topic and continues.

"Ah, we can no longer forcefully separate souls and kill people like we used to with NPCs who snuck in. Instead, we can banish them from ever being summoned here again, so please make sure to familiarize yourself with the rules when you have ti."

The woman then explains the basic thods for using the Ghostbusters community.

"Do you have a computer? If you do, go ahead and turn it on. If not, you'll have to imagine one and materialize it..."

"I have one."

"That saves ti. Go ahead and turn it on."

When I turn on the computer as instructed, instead of the familiar OS screen, a window pops up.

"Ah, just a mont. Your code is..."

After entering the code the woman gave , the window changes to a page where I can set my nickna.

"Just create a nickna here, and that's it. You can't change it once you've made it, so choose carefully."

Hmm, what should I use?

As I'm contemplating, the woman offers so advice.

"You've used Stone Ivan, right? Most people use the nicknas they used there. My nickna, SoulQueens, also ca from there."

Stone Ivan.

It's a community for a dead ga, so the main board's refresh rate was less than 30 posts per day...

But still, everyone who played this ga must have used it at least once.

I did too.

'It's not my real na, it's just an ID, so it should be okay to use my nickna from there, right?'

I enter my nickna and press enter.

But...

[That nickna is unavailable.]

"Ah, it seems like soone is already using that nickna."

What? Soone's using that nickna?

I don't understand at all, but I change one letter and set my nickna. The woman looks at my nickna and smiles aningfully.

"Huhu, you must be a fan of that person, huh?"

Fan? What is she talking about?

Just as I'm about to ask in detail, the woman continues her explanation.

It's about how to use the community.

"Alright, then I think I've told you everything I need to. I'll be on my way now, so please feel free to use it. If you have any problems, send a 1:1 ssage!"

The woman with the nickna SoulQueens then leaves.

I'm alone in the room again.

Having completed the tutorial, I browse through the community without much difficulty.

[20s, 30s n Only]

[Arican Union]

[Beastn Gather]

[Wizardry]

[Chat Room]

There are several chat rooms currently active.

I guess I can choose any of them and enter to chat with the people there?

It's a futuristic yet fantastical system.

'There are even rooms with rank restrictions and passwords.'

I choose a random room to enter as a test, to get used to this place.

[Newbie Room]

It's a unique room where only people who have been in the community for less than a year can enter, not a rank restriction.

I chose it because I thought there would be many people similar to .

Click.

The mont I double-click...

A bright light emanates from the monitor.

And just like the day I woke up in the barbarian's body while playing the ga...

When I co to my senses, I'm in an open space.

________________________

Click, clack, clack-

A bonfire is burning fiercely in the center of the clearing, like a campfire.

There are about a dozen people standing around it.

They're all n.

Well, how many won would play this perverted, hardcore ga?

“Oh, a new person!”

Gazes gather as I appear.

White, yellow, black.

There's more racial diversity than I expected, but…

After living in the other world for a few months, I first feel a sense of kinship as people from the sa hotown.

Is it the sa for them?

“Which country are you from?”

“Ah, Korea.”

“I see! Welco!”

I look around and observe my surroundings.

There’s no racism, and the atmosphere is one of genuinely welcoming a newcor.

‘Is that thing above their heads their nickna?’

Letters are floating translucently above people’s heads.

A black man in a neat suit approaches and speaks.

“It’s a bit bare, right? We haven’t gathered enough points to decorate yet. I’m DarkMan, the room owner. Could you please turn on nickna display and introduce yourself?”

“Nickna display?”

“You must be new to this room. Just think ‘I agree’. In this community, thoughts and intentions have power.”

Thoughts and intentions have power…

So I just have to do it like using an active skill?

‘Nickna display.’

As I say that inwardly, people’s gazes turn towards the top of my head.

It seems like they can see my nickna now.

But…

“Hello, I’m Elfnunna.”

The mont I reveal my nickna, thinking it’s an anonymous space anyway…

“…….”

An eerie silence falls over the clearing.