How a Black-Haired Barbarian Survived the Labyrinth in Another World-Chapter 119: A Bit of a Strange Friend

Tak.

He passed the magic circle at the entrance of the labyrinth and landed on the floor.

Labyrinth 1st floor.

Cool, damp air came in through the gap in his helmet.

Ssireung.

Jung Yu-shin instinctively drew his sword in the pitch-black darkness. And he quietly waited for the guide’s judgment.

“There’s no one.”

The good-natured Mars said.

Only then did Jung Yu-shin take out a flint from his pocket and light the torch.

Hwaruk.

The blazing fire illuminated the darkness of the labyrinth.

When he looked back, he saw the party members standing back to back, each holding their own weapon.

“We fell pretty close to the transfer stone. You’re lucky.”

Mars said without even looking at the map.

“You can figure that out right away?”

“It’s not like you can figure it out in one or two days as a guide. You can figure it out in one glance on the first floor.”

Mars shrugged and answered.

“Small talk later. Relax. Mars will stand in front and Scar will stand in the back. I will stand in the rear and protect Priest Kubo.”

“Good.”

The party immediately formed a formation and moved forward according to Iron Mask’s instructions.

“It’s always creepy here.”

The naked dwarf shivered slightly.

“It’s so cool. If you’re cold, put on some clothes. Sometimes, when I see you, my heart feels cold.”

“This is the first time in my life that I’ve heard Barbaroi tell me to put on clothes.”

The dwarf priest grumbled.

Mars looked back a few times as if his mouth was itching, but he caught Iron Mask’s gaze and looked forward.

Jeong Yu-shin and the party began to walk through the labyrinth with torches.

One day. Two days. Three days. Four days. Five days.

Even in the darkness, time passed quickly.

“Whew. We’ve arrived.”

Mars muttered, wiping the sweat that had formed on his forehead.

Jung Yu-shin’s party left the cave and stood on a high basin, looking down at the city engulfed in darkness.

The forgotten city of Engrav.

From here, it was divided into three districts.

Jung Yu-shin’s party’s final destination was the 7th floor of the forest district.

“Mars, you punk! Where did you put your mind?”

Kubo made a stern expression and scolded the rat-man Mars.

The rat-man Mars scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, Priest. Haa. I’ve been in prison for so long that I’ve lost all my senses.”

Jung Yu-shin looked down at the city with his sword slung over his shoulder.

It took longer than expected because Mars misread the map. They teleported to the outskirts several times. But it was still fast. Of course, there was also a reason they walked a little faster because they were pressed for time.

“Let’s go quickly. Today, we should rest inside the city and go to the next level.”

Kubo said, glancing at Jeong Yu-shin and Iron Mask.

Jeong Yu-shin laughed to himself.

Did he think he would block the other party members’ criticism by giving them a hard time first?

Kubo’s intentions felt naked.

The party slowly walked down the basin and toward the city without saying much.

There were footprints everywhere, as if many people had already passed by.

As they passed through the gate of Engrav, the traces of the explorers became more and more distinct.

This was because hobgoblin corpses were strewn along the central street.

Corpses with their necks cut off and their arms torn off.

Corpses that were burned black and turned to ashes, etc.

Various corpses greeted Jeong Yu-shin’s party.

Jung Yu-shin walked slowly, looking around the hobgoblin corpse.

After walking along the main street for about 2 hours, he found a shelter.

A place to rest was a small house in an alleyway slightly off the main street of the city.

Creak.

Jung Yu-shin went inside first, holding a torch.

He looked around carefully.

‘There’s nothing special.’

There was no one in the house like at the last Karin party. There were only creaking tables and chairs.

But strangely, it showed some signs of life.

It was because there wasn’t much dust.

‘Did the last party use it briefly?’

He confirmed that the shelter was safe.

He called the party members over, roughly cleaned up the area, laid out a blanket, and lit a fire with firewood.

He squatted down and ate the water and food he had brought.

Crackle. Crackle.

A bonfire was burning under an old brick oven.

Jeong Yu-shin looked at the fire and chewed on dried meat.

The dwarf priest sat with his short, chubby legs crossed, tearing at dry bread.

“Kubo.”

Jeong Yu-shin called, and Kubo frowned and stroked his chin before raising his head.

“Why?”

“Does that holy relic or something really block Eldritch Waves?”

“Well? I heard that you talked to the Magic Tower and the Wind Spirits, but I don’t know the details. It hasn’t even been a year since Eldritch Waves were created. I think it’s an experimental request.”

“Then isn’t it dangerous?”

“Didn’t Iron Mask tell you? There have been several requests. Don’t worry, it won’t be a big deal.”

Jeong Yu-shin nodded at the dwarf priest’s calm words.

Mars gnawed on the biscuit and laughed.

“Sky, you’re making weird bait again.”

Jeong Yu-shin wore a death mask.

‘These guys.’

He looked calm even after being treated like that in the forest area last time.

Mars was like that, but Kubo, the dwarf priest, looked relaxed even after having his shoulder eaten by a baby spider.

‘His nerves are tougher than the tendons of a whale.’

If his flesh was eaten by a spider, he might not be able to maintain his sanity.

He took out a box called ‘Holy Relic’ from his magic backpack.

It was about the size of three cake boxes combined and weighed about 20kg.

If he hadn’t secured some extra space in advance as advised by Iron Mask, he would have had to readjust the weight and size of the items he had brought.

He could easily lift it because his physical abilities had gotten stronger as he leveled up. If he had first fallen into this world, it would have been so heavy that he would have «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» barely been able to lift it.

Jung Yu-shin pointed to the engraving on the outside of the box.

“Can you read this?”

“No. But I can tell it’s made of ancient magic letters.”

The dwarf priest seemed uninterested and answered vaguely, then began chewing on the dried bread.

Jung Yu-shin tapped the box.

A ‘holy object’ that people say drives away and purifies the so-called abyssal energy.

Just like.

Isn’t it like a priest?

Jung Yu-shin patted the box a few times and then put it back in his bag.

“I won’t be able to stay long this time.”

“That’s right. The weight and volume of the box makes the material more daunting than I thought.”

The Iron Mask stroked his greatsword and answered Jung Yu-shin’s words.

“...”

Jung Yu-shin, who had nothing more to say, turned his gaze to the bonfire.

The men also leaned against the wall and looked at the bonfire.

Crackle. Crackle.

At that moment.

Crackle. Crackle.

Footsteps and faint sounds came from outside.

The party members who had been leisurely immediately drew their weapons. Jung Yu-shin was the fastest to block the party with his arming sword and shield.

“Oh, there’s someone.”

“I told you.”

“Big!”

Iron Mask coughed in vain and opened his mouth.

“Who is it?!”

He held his sword with both hands and slung it over his shoulder.

If the opponent tried to force their way in without permission, he would immediately raise his sword and slash them down.

“Ah. It’s nothing. This is our main shelter, so I came here once. I didn’t know there was someone here before me. I’ll be leaving, so don’t worry about it.”

A cool voice was heard from outside.

Jung Yu-shin and the party members exchanged glances.

“Okay.”

“Whew. I’m surprised.”

Mars sighed deeply and muttered.

“Huh? Isn’t that Mars?!”

A voice was heard from outside again. A woman’s voice. It was lively and lively.

“Huh? Senior?”

Mars opened his eyes wide.

Senior?

“Mars, it’s me! Rumi!”

Iron Mask turned his head to look at Mars.

“Mars, do you know me?”

Mars scratched his head.

“She’s a senior from the Guide Association. I’ve learned a lot from her.”

“Mars, I heard you got promoted, but you’re already in the labyrinth?”

“Yes, sir. My party members came here on a request.”

“Really? Cheer up!”

A voice filled with laughter outside was heard.

Iron Mask thought about something for a moment and opened his mouth.

“Mars, instead of this, should we meet and talk?”

“No... not to that extent.”

Mars replied with an awkward face.

“Mars, do you not want to see me?”

A woman’s voice was heard from outside the door.

“Oh, no. That’s not it.”

Mars was flustered and tried to cover it up. freёwebnoѵel.com

“It’s rude to do this outside. We are the Huntsman Clan. Who are you?”

A deep voice was heard from outside the door.

“...”

Jeong Yu-shin tilted his head.

Why did he suddenly mention the clan name? I’ve heard of the dark clans that only exist in the eastern region, but this was the first time I’ve heard of a clan made up of explorers.

However, Kubo, Iron Mask, and even Mars nodded.

“Am I the only one who doesn’t know?”

Jung Yu-shin asked.

“The Huntsman Clan is a group of mid-level and high-level explorers who mainly focus on hunting. They’re famous.”

Iron Mask explained briefly.

“Is that so? Is it a trustworthy clan?”

“Yes. As long as they’re not impersonators.”

Mars nodded and added.

“It’s a small to medium-sized clan. It’s also the place I want to join the most.”

“Really? I should at least see their faces.”

Jung Yu-shin approached and opened the door, and four people were standing far away.

They were of different races.

One elf with a bow.

One heavily armored warrior human with a sword and shield.

One cat-man with a short bow.

Finally, one wolf-man with a crossbow.

Most of them were wearing thin leather armor.

Anyone could tell.

The party structure was abnormal.

‘Who’s healing?’

There was one armored human warrior, but there were three ranged attackers. If they were to be ambushed from behind, the formation would collapse immediately.

That means.

Corruption.

Does that mean they have the skills?

‘Kill them before they come?’

Does that mean the best defense is attack?

While Jung Yu-shin was shaking his head here and there,

From a little distance away, the cat Su-in waved his hand.

“Mars, it’s been a while.”

Mars stuck his face out through the crack in the door.

“Senior, are you okay?”

“Graham. Can I come in?”

“Yes. It’s hard to say it myself, but we’re good comrades. You don’t have to worry.”

“Is that so?”

The cat Su-in’s party members slowly came inside.

Jung Yu-shin and the party members stood in a corner.

People came in one by one, and they flinched for a moment.

I looked at the dwarf wearing only underwear. I looked at the iron mask once and then looked at Jung Yu-shin.

Fortunately, Jung Yu-shin was wearing a helmet, so I couldn't see his face or hair.

"This is really a unique party. I'm Heather Volkman. I'm the leader of this party and a member of the Huntsman Clan."

The white-furred wolf-man spoke in a deep voice.

"Mars, your friends look unique. Can you introduce them to me?"

The cat-man spoke, wagging his tail.

"Iron mask. I'm the leader of the party. Everyone knows that the Huntsman Clan is famous. It's nice to meet you."

"Kubo, I'm a mid-level priest who serves the fire spirit."

"I..."

"You don't have to introduce Mars separately."

"No. Senior..."

Mars hesitated and shrank at the cat-man's words.

"And who will be the last person?"

Cat Suin smiled and looked at Jung Yushin.

Jung Yushin took off his helmet.

People’s gazes immediately focused on Jung Yushin’s face.

Before he knew it, his long hair flowed down.

“Scar. Party vanguard.”

The smell of sweat trapped inside the helmet wafted out.

“Huh, huh!!!”

“Meow meow!!!”

Wolf Suin and cat Suin staggered back for a moment.

Jung Yushin frowned.

Are you planning to discriminate against Barbaro again, spit on him, kick him, and give him a slap?

‘I should have just worn the helmet.’

He regretted it for nothing.

Cat Suin barely managed to smile and opened his mouth.

“Uh...hmm? Are you that sympathetic Barbaro?”

Cat Suin immediately recognized Jung Yushin’s identity after hearing his alias.

A deep smile appeared on Jeong Yu-shin’s lips.

‘As expected.’

It just popped out. This is why image management is important.

‘How did you build up that image? Now you’re finally getting your money’s worth. Now, the happy labyrinth life is just around the corner.’

Admit.

One word. Two syllables.

A warm emotion surged into my heart.

“That’s right. The living conscience of the labyrinth city. Goodwill that acts. That’s me.”

“...”

The surroundings became quiet.

The wolf-man suddenly raised his head and glared at the roof, counting the number of rafters before barely opening his mouth.

“Can I sit down and rest for a moment? You must be tired from walking so fast.”

“Take a rest.”

The party members sat apart from each other around the campfire.

They began to chatter and call each other names.

The elf man’s name was Andy.

The human warrior’s name was Mick.

For some reason, I felt more attracted to the human warrior than the archer.

‘Vanguard rather than long-range attack.’

A rough beard. Brown hair that grew thickly. And the way he sat taciturnly looked like a warrior.

Their age seems similar.

Maybe because they were a class tied to an inevitable fate, I felt a certain fondness for them.

There was no chance of being discriminated against as a Barbarian here.

That meant.

It was a chance to build friendships.

A vanguard without a healer.

I thought he must be someone who was confident in his skills.

“Big! Did you say Mick? How many years have you been in the labyrinth?”

The best way to start a conversation is to find out his background.

At least in Korean society, this worked.

The man named Mick turned his head and looked at Jeong Yu-shin. His annoyed eyes swayed in the fire.

Mick waved his hands silently.

‘Isn’t it?’

Her face was soaked with fatigue and annoyance.

Did she not feel like talking to others?

Even so, she would understand if she spoke.

“If you don’t like it, just say so.”

The man named Mick sighed at Jung Yu-shin’s harsh words.

And then he opened his mouth.

“I want to spit phlegm into a watery dog’s vagina, rub it with my palm, and then have a hellish orgasm with a horse’s dick without mercy.”

‘...?’

Jung Yu-shin’s eyes widened.

“···What?!”