Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

And Lee Han-soo’s room with a computer desk.

[Long live Korea’s independence] – 0 people are online.

First, I turned on my computer and entered the chat room.

Wasn’t he the one who made a fuss last time, saying he thought he was dead because he came in a few minutes late?

‘Above all, we can only spend an hour together.’

Since there is a rather big incident this time, I plan to get as much information as possible from Lee Baek-ho.

‘I came first today.’

A spacious room with antique furniture.

Before he had time to sit down on the sofa, Lee Baek-ho followed and logged in.

There were no problems up to that point.

“brother!”

But what else is this?

Just looking at her, her expression is very urgent.

“Because I’m in the middle of a battle right now? So I have to get out right away.”

“what?”

“I don’t have time to go into detail.”

“No—”

“Did you hear the news of the subjugation? Don’t ever participate, even afterward. I’m here to tell you that.”

“What does that mean—”

“See you next month!”

That was all of our conversation.

Lee Baek-ho disappeared within a few seconds of facing each other in a flash.

“……what?”

about mind blown

Just calmly and summarizing the situation…

‘…in combat?’

One hour in the community is one second in reality.

But are you going out in such a hurry?

It means that you are fighting a strong enemy.

Even if I stay here for about a minute, only about 0.02 seconds have passed outside.

Proof that even that time cannot be wasted.

‘What the hell is he fighting with?’

I don’t know.

Only one thing is certain.

It’s just that he has a close relationship with the subjugation of Noark.

‘Is this bastard also in the underground city?’

late night.

It’s not like they’re in a labyrinth, but they’re fighting the enemy. After all, I can’t think of any other cases besides the subjugation of Noark.

Because it was only yesterday that the subjugation team went out.

The king’s army and the explorer’s union, and even the Holy Knights who sent support from the temple. It was very spectacular to see them go into the sewer line.

‘Your last words… you mean that you think the subjugation will fail, right?’

never to participate in the future.

Interpreting this, it means that the first subjugation will fail and a second subjugation army will be created.

‘Oh, it’s really frustrating…’

Once I was here, nothing came out, so I went back to my room. Three hours remained before the Watchers of the Round Table opened.

With nothing to do, I started surfing the web.

At first, I checked the exchange, and then I toured the chat rooms with no entry restrictions.

everything was the same

Everyone is talking about the subjugation of Noark.

‘……There’s already a commotion down there.’

Among the players, the number of those who participated in the subjugation was considerable.

And if you listen to them…

“I don’t know because I’m in the rear, but the atmosphere is really unusual. I hear something popping in front of me, but the commanders keep their mouths shut and don’t explain anything… …”

“Why are there so few participants today? Could it be that they all died?”

Even at this moment, it seems that a fierce battle is unfolding underground.

I honestly can’t imagine how intense it is.

It’s even more so when you look at this post on the free bulletin board.

[Question asked as he is about to die.]

-I was stabbed in the neck, but when I opened my eyes, it was here.

-12 seconds will be alive, right?

– Fuck.

[EdwardBless77: May it not be an eternal dream. I hope the place where you wake up is your home.]

[└Author: I really hope so.]

[godFLEXyou: You worked hard. Stop resting.]

[└Author: Thank you for your comfort.]

[stevencastle: Looks like it was a frontline unit. I heard it’s a living hell right now. Have you met Orculis?]

[└Writer: I don’t know. I heard someone screaming, but I don’t remember. maybe he got it wrong I couldn’t see 1m ahead because of the warlocks.]

[teckmonkey: What do you want to do the most?]

[└Writer: Breeding.]

[└teckmonkey: Umm… I’ll talk less.]

[tunaboot : Where are you from?]

[└Author: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Earth face Canada. Speaking here, Aribeten Clan was at the executive level for now.]

[└tunaboot: Of course I meant my hometown. But being an official of Aribeten Clan, you must have been a tycoon.]

[└1spring: Then what are you going to do? Goodbye]

[└ionboii: Wow, I think it’s aggro to see that they’re coming out like this? I sincerely wish you all the best. Good job. And I hope you just ignore the bullshit above.]

There are dozens of comments below that.

Even as the number of comments increased in real time, the writer responded one by one.

As if I was possessed by something, I read it all the way from the top and posted a comment.

[Elfnunna: Why are you giving up already? I shouldn’t be like this, I should log out right away and try to live.]

There is a possibility if you don’t give up.

It may be infinitely close to 0, but it is not 0.

The proof is me.

However, after putting it on, I thought it was too rude, so I added an explanation.

[└Elfnunna: I got stabbed in the neck too. There were times when I entered a state similar to the countdown in the game. My body moved though. In the end, after killing the enemy, he ate a potion and barely survived. So why don’t you give it a try?]

Experiences in the Land of the Dead and Bloody Fort.

I hoped that this would give hope to someone whose name and face were unknown.

But…

[└Author: I get what you mean. But that’s because I’m an archer. I won’t be able to use the method you said.]

The answer that came back was complete resignation.

[└Elfnunna: But you can try it, right?]

I commented like I was possessed.

The answer came quickly.

[└Writer: Sorry, if I die anyway, I want to die as myself. Not with this damn body, but as the me my parents gave birth to.]

As soon as I saw it, my head went blank.

I took my hand off the keyboard.

What are you really talking about here?

If so, isn’t it a real body?

It’s just that the identity you think is manifested anyway?

Well, no one can argue with the writer’s choice.

It wasn’t supposed to be that way either.

“…….”

I looked at the closet involuntarily.

To be precise, I looked at the mirror located next to it.

I saw Lee Han-soo.

Tadadadat-

I tapped on the keyboard again.

And wishing you to rest in peace or waking up in the original world. I wrote down and erased those comforting words countless times.

But I couldn’t easily hit the enter key.

Tadada dot-

Even while I was banging on the keyboard for such a long time and couldn’t even do this or that, the players’ comments continued to run.

The author answered each of them one by one.

[branbran_helmet: dog trash fucking game.]

[└Author; That’s right, this dog trash fucking game!]

After that comment, there were no more comments.

I hit refresh.

Before I knew it, the author’s nickname written at the top was blurred.

“…….”

It meant dead.

***

I don’t know why.

I don’t know her face, and I’ve never met and talked to her in person.

But my heart keeps beating wildly.

throbbing.

The death I saw countless times in this world when I opened my eyes.

The weight of that death feels heavy today.

What could be the reason?

Slowly –

As if looking for an answer, he scrolled up.

And I read it all over again from the top.

Thanks to many people asking about his real appearance, it was possible to get a glimpse of a person’s life.

Druck-

He was from Canada.

Born into a family of farmers, his real name was Mac Davis.

My first kiss was when I was 17.

Was the other person your girlfriend’s best friend?

I think he’s a goal-beater, but he hasn’t lived his life doing anything wrong.

Druruk-

My dream was to be a veterinarian.

It all started when I had to watch my dog vomit and choke to death as a child.

But I failed because I didn’t have a study head.

After all, he said he enjoyed playing games sometimes while helping his parents farm.

Dreuk-

Yes, he was an ordinary person.

Moderately nice, but sometimes something goes wrong and is remembered as a bad person by someone…

Such an ordinary person no matter where you look.

Dreuk.

Soon I stopped scrolling at one point.

When I checked again, there was a new comment on the comment I left.

[└Writer: The words you left remain in my memory. Somehow I think you’re a strong person. I hope you can clear this game and go back. It’s your choice, of course.]

I couldn’t write down only a few sentences of consolation, so I erased them. The words of encouragement he left for me when I was repeating writing.

“…….”

You can feel how thoughtful he was in one word ‘choice’.

Tadadadat-

Tapped on the keyboard to write a new comment.

You won’t be able to see it anymore anyway…

[└Elfnunna: If I go back, I’ll be sure to write a letter to the address you wrote above.] [

└Elfnunna: You’ve worked hard.]

I left the post with a meaningless comment. .

Then I lay in bed for a while and continued to think about this and that in a daze.

How long has it been since then?

[03 : 07]

There were only three minutes left until the entry deadline for the Watchers of the Round Table.

But what else is this?

Ik-Ik-

The round table room, which I entered in haste, was empty.

***

The crescent moon, the goblin, the fox, and the antlers.

And no clowns.

A round table room where only I was seated.

‘……Could all of them participate in the subjugation?’

Again, nothing comes to mind other than that.

3 hours within the community.

Outside, that time is only 3 seconds.

Without those three seconds, what other reason could I not come here?

‘I didn’t expect to be hit by the wind here either…….’

The wind hit consecutively after Lee Baek-ho.

Before I could feel the futility, my eyes flashed, and when I came to my senses, I was back in my original room.

[Minimum number not met.]

[Gathering for this episode ends.]

A message pops up on the monitor.

Yes, this is what happens when there is no one at the entrance closing time.

In other words, the essence of community activities has been completely lost.

‘Still, let’s keep looking around and then go.’

After all, I had no choice but to surf the web and check the small news.

Time passed like that, and it was time to end.

「The character moves to Lapdonia.」

Familiar Bjorn’s room and Bjorn’s body.

However, it feels a little strange these days.

Is it just because you’re tired?

‘Let’s go to sleep now.’

I cleared my head and lay down on the bed.

creak.

As always, the bed dies with a groaning sound.

Another day ended with this.

and three days later

“Bjorn! Hurry up and come out! The subjugation party that went underground has returned!”

The troops headed for Noark returned.

Only about 1/3 of them survived.

“…….”

“…….”

Troops passing the road silently with drooping shoulders.

Even just that, the result was obvious.

‘It really failed.’

Things got messy.