Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

“What? You came back bloody?”

Hearing the report from his subordinate, the man laughed.

The reason was that I didn’t even know where to start getting angry.

“Let’s start with this. Why did you contact him? All I ordered was to follow you?”

“…Considered to be dogmatic in the field.”

“Are you kidding me about being fed? Say it straight.”

“It’s a 3-month-old barbarian, so it’s said that it’s easy to figure out its identity.”

Soon the man let out a deep sigh.

It’s not something you can’t understand

Most of the demons younger than 1 year old are naive. Just by sneaking up and pretending to be in the same situation, more than half of them vomit their identity.

Even the other half of them revealed their true identities through facial expressions.

“So you said there was no reaction like that?”

“Yes, as soon as he heard it, he frowned and got angry at me, telling me not to say difficult things and to speak straight. I think you should see it for yourself sooner.”

The subordinate pulled a button out of his pocket.

Specially designed video recorder.

When I put it on the crystal ball on the desk, the events that happened at the time were reproduced.

The man carefully observed the barbarian’s facial expression changes, eyes, facial muscle movements, etc., and reviewed the records several times.

[USA? taiwan? europe? Where did you come from?]

The guy who made the mistake this time approached it too complacently…….

But this reaction is definitely special.

[What are you saying? Don’t say difficult things and speak clearly.]

The answer came back without a gap in time.

Ordinary evil spirits are flustered and roll their heads trying to figure out the identity of the opponent.

But what about this barbarian?

[I almost got tricked. You’re really good at acting. Wasn’t it three months?]

[Delay? You shouldn’t have said difficult things?]

Vocabulary and tone.

[Then feel free to ask. Are you an evil spirit?]

[What do you want to hide now? you’re right. So…….]

Accidents and doubts.

[done. You don’t have to say any more.]

[Yes? What does that mean—]

[The chief said that. Evil spirits must kill every foot they see.]

And Thatcher.

All of them are clearly different from the existing evil spirits.

No, rather, it matches the unique reaction that only came from non-evil spirits.

“Even those who don’t like to reveal their identities usually choose to evade in that situation.”

But what about this barbarian?

As soon as I made my decision, I chose to break through head-on.

Like a barbarian without any hesitation.

After thinking for a while, the man came to a final conclusion.

“Certainly not an evil spirit.”

Bjorn Yandel.

As the name caught our eye, the demons must have shown interest in him.

However, it was only a few days before he gained fame.

‘Because the ‘assembly’ has not yet been held, you probably haven’t even heard about our technique due to the timing…’

All circumstances point to him not being an evil spirit.

Even if he was aware of the existence of the Secret Police Department in the first place, it was questionable whether such a reaction was possible.

More than anything, the incident in the guild left a deep impression.

Did he escape from prison when he was in danger of dying because of a false accusation? It’s not something that evil spirits who like to pretend to be noble can do.

I wonder if it’s a barbarian with nothing to see.

So—

“Bjorn Yandel is not guilty.”

The man put a blue stamp on the report.

I put the report in a file and put it in the closet.

The subordinate who watched this let out a sigh of relief.

“…that’s good.”

“Yes, it’s fortunate. If I had returned after being beaten until bloody by the evil spirits, I would have died by my hand.”

“If you do, how will you punish me?”

“The guy arbitrarily contacted the target during the tailing mission. 3 months dismissal, then 12 months salary cut, and this promotion review will be withheld until next year.”

“Then I will tell you so.”

Afterwards, the subordinate left the office and the man sat alone and thought for a while.

‘Even though it’s not an evil spirit, he got tinnitus in the 3rd month……’

Regardless of this incident, it seems worth keeping a close eye on in the future.

‘Are you really destined to be a hero? Maybe the Count will like it.’

Talent is always in short supply in this city.

***

「The character’s reputation level has increased by +1.」

「The character’s reputation level has increased by +1……」

「…….」

***

‘It’s already morning.. …..’

I stayed awake all night.

Because of the letter I found last night.

Are the contents of this letter real?

I sighed as I pondered until the sun came up.

‘I think it’s real, but……’

It’s just a hunch, but I can’t be sure.

Therefore, as soon as the day dawned, I roughly washed up and went out.

I was thinking about finding out about this pill.

Of course, there’s a good chance this is the trick of the demon hunters…

but…

Think about it from a local point of view.

Someone broke into my room and left a letter and pills with illegible text on them?

It would be normal to be curious about its identity.

For them, it’s going to be fucking creepy.

“I wondered if I forgot to make an appointment because I didn’t come for several days, but I guess that’s not the case again?”

For that reason, I visited the Magic Tower.

The judgment that if you are a magician who is an intellectual in this world, you might know something.

Actually, she knew about it.

much more than expected.

“Oh, seeing as the pills came, they must have made a name for themselves this time?”

This is the reaction that came out when I showed the letter and the pill to Raven.

“Fame?”

“Yes. So you don’t have to worry too much about it.

Soon after, Raven licked his lips while reading the letter.

“Still, it’s a bit disappointing. It would have been nice if you had come to me right away.”

Note that the letter was blank.

The text was erased in less than 10 minutes after I finished reading it to see if there was anything magical about it.

“Aren’t you curious about Mr. Yandel? What the hell did the demons write and send the letter to?”

“Demons?”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you that. It’s a letter from a demon.”

“I didn’t even know it was a letter. You’re amazing after all.”

When I added the words of praise naturally, Raven let out a characteristic snort.

Then, as usual, I entered TMI mode.

“Of course it is. Ordinary people don’t know about it. Would you like to give me that pill?”

“Here it is.”

“Do you know what these pills are?”

“I do not know.”

“It was created by a very skilled wizard. He also has tremendous knowledge in mental magic, dimensional magic, and alchemy.”

“So what are those pills?”

After a long introduction, such as how countless magicians worked hard to interpret the spell in response to my short question, she finally moved on to the main topic.

“If you take this pill, you can enter a certain spiritual realm.”

“The spirit world?”

“Oh, it was a little difficult to say? It’s easy to see it as a kind of another dimension. The body is asleep, but only the mind moves somewhere.”

After that, Raven’s explanation continued.

To sum it up, it was:

1. If you take this pill, you will be summoned to a certain spiritual world at midnight on the 15th of every month.

2. Perhaps the demons are exchanging information among themselves there.

3. So many people took pills and infiltrated them, but were found dead the next morning vomiting blood.

At this part, I was a little startled.

“It was found dead?”

“Yes. So Mr. Yandel, just because you’re curious, don’t ever eat it.”

“Wait, isn’t it just poison?”

“Hey, what do you think of us wizards? I swear there are no such ingredients or techniques in this medicine.”

“Then what about the dead?”

“Well, there are many hypotheses here… First of all, the most convincing one is that they have a method for distinguishing non-evil spirits. As the soul and body separate, the body dies.”

“…Dangerous drug.”

These words were sincere.

Wouldn’t he be like that, the moment he took the pill, he would hold onto my lifeline?

Of course, I would believe to some extent that the person who sent the medicine was the player, but…

I have no information on who that player was.

“Anyway, it’s definitely not poison. It’s not an official record, but there’s a story that the captured demon gave a statement about this meeting. It’s not poison that kills anyone who takes it.”

“Right.”

“Oh, and one more odd thing is that they say there are spirits there, so you can’t really tell who they really are.”

It’s good news to hear.

And this has cleared most of my doubts.

Is this why connections are so important?

If I hadn’t had a connection with the wizard, I wouldn’t have heard of this anywhere.

However, I asked one last thing.

“Are there any means of recognizing the person who took this pill?”

“Absolutely. If I did, I’d catch all the demons.”

I see

I can understand why the sender was confident that anonymity is thoroughly guaranteed in the community.

“So, can I do some research on this pill?”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re going to spend the day with it.”

“I answered all the mean questions. It’s okay. I don’t think anything more will come out of my research anyway. Now, after the small talk is over, let’s just sit here.”

Following her instructions, I sat down on the chair.

I didn’t ask if this chair was an execution tool to break people’s heads.

“Then let’s begin.”

“…finish it quickly.”

that’s not it now

Jijijijijijik-!!

That this chair is a magic tool made for drawing blood.

***

By four o’clock in the afternoon, the day’s work was over.

It means that you don’t have to waste time bothering to come to the Mage Tower until next week.

“Oh, the author is the famous one these days?”

“I heard that it was Hernesion-nim who came up with the nickname ‘Little Vulcan’ …….” ”

That prickly person looked at the barbarian so well? It’s a strange thing.”

After leaving Raven’s private lab, I see wizards gathered in the lobby.

Everyone is looking at me.

Is this the power of fame?

‘Last time, I treated you as if you were looking at experimental materials rolling around…’

I felt that the value of my name had risen anew—

“I heard you ate the essence of an orc hero?”

“Aru said he even has the essence of the guardian of vampires?”

“Sure… this is valuable.”

A gaze as if looking at very, very valuable experimental materials, not ordinary experimental materials.

Well, do these bastards have an explorer’s reputation?

“Look! Would you like to come here for a second?”

“Because I’m busy.”

“No, it only takes a short time—”

“I can’t because I’m hungry.”

I walked out of the mage tower as if running away, breaking through many times more uncomfortable gazes than usual.

‘It’s too late to go to the library . It’s ambiguous, so I’ll just go back and rest.’

After returning to the inn for about an hour to organize my thoughts, I lay down on the bed as if I was about to collapse.

Then I took out a pill and observed it carefully.

My thoughts deepened as if my mind was sinking in.

‘It’s a community where anonymity is guaranteed…’ .’

The biggest reason I didn’t want to contact other players was because of the risk.

If I knew even one person, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.

But after listening to Raven, it seems like a virtual web space.

Well, in the past , I wondered if there would be any use in contacting the players, but…….

Now

I’ve changed my mind a bit.

I’m not talking about hidden pieces or hidden information in the game.

If others know, there’s no way I wouldn’t know.

However, this is another world, not a game made of decimals.

As long as the risk of identity exposure is reduced, the advantages are more prominent than before.

‘You’ll have to check the exact details yourself, but it’s not bad to be able to get the information one step ahead.’

For example, what kind of tricks are demon hunters using, how the explorers guild created and tested new laws, etc. If you

enter the community, you will be able to access the latest news more easily.

In short, you will have a secret source of information

. It doesn’t work, but I don’t know if he knows how to get back.’

Looking at the medicine like that, I thought about it for a long time and

finally made a decision.

The conclusion I reached after carefully weighing the risks I had to bear and the returns I could get.

That said, I have no intention of eating right now.

Not only do I need time to check that there are no other risks, but also… ‘

Even if anonymity is guaranteed, There must be someone who sent an invitation.’

Think about it.

What would happen if three invitations were sent and all three of them joined the community?

The sender of the invitation can infer the identities and identities of the three.

‘If you eat them, it’s safe to wait at least three months to half a year. I’ll do it.’

Of course, all of these assumptions are meaningless if the community isn’t operating in the way I thought it would be.

But…

‘I’m not in an urgent need of information right now.’

Let’s wait slowly and patiently.

As always.

Isn’t there a saying that everything is fine.

***

A laboratory in the upper floors of the Mage Tower.

[00 : 01]

The moment the minute hand of the clock passed midnight.

A man lying on a chair He opens his eyes

and immediately gets up from his seat and makes contact with someone through the crystal ball.

“Soul Queens, how did you do with Shin-yu this time

?

” [ There wasn’t.

]

“Huh, so I guess he really isn’t a player.”

[There’s a high possibility. So what are you going to do with the unsent letter this time?]

The man pondered for a while. Originally , there were a total of seven letters that should have been sent before this rally, but this time it was sent to only

one

person

.

I can’t do it. Could you send the letters that couldn’t be sent this time in order until the next meeting?” [

Yes, I’ll deliver them like that.]

The short conversation ended with this.

The laboratory filled with silence

before I knew it. “During the coming-of-age ceremony, I picked up a shield I was expecting it,”

the man exhaled and muttered.

“It wasn’t ‘him’ this time either.”

At this point, I even think that the rumors circulating among the players may have been true. In the meantime,

I’ve been consistently denying it out of fandom… …..

‘Actually, it doesn’t make sense that he organized such a vast amount of data by himself…’ Does ‘him’

really exist?

It had been

20 years since he opened his eyes in this unfamiliar world, and

cracks were forming in the man’s faith.