They all gathered in the humid basement and laughed happily for a long time.
I don't know, but it was a good time. Laughing releases endorphins. When you don't have to laugh, you should use military laughing bells that are also adopted by the National Army.
"Whoo! You guys are laughing. He's just a very smiley guy!"
I calmed down in a sleepy atmosphere and observed gladiators. I don't know why you're still laughing, but it's good to see everyone's tension rise. It can't spit on a smiling face with sleep.
Anyway, is this supposed to be a welcome thing?
"Phew... What a barbarian."
"Your brother was smiling and cheerful."
"You're a good new recruit. All right. I don't have any more butterflies to take over with Sodotar's dagger."
It seems that the meaning of welcome was correct.
These epic serial killers have twisted and twisted sentiments that make them hard to feel. A sudden laughing bomb is exactly what it is.
You may think that the laugh just now deserves to be your 'colleague', but you have tried it.
With that evidence, the gaze of those who were exploring changed favorably.
"So, Cat. Change your clothes."
"What? You want me to come in here?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Well... no. Hold on a second."
- Glug.
I immediately took off my top.
A scar permeable muscular torso was revealed.
"Ho! The warrior's body!"
"And your body... you must have talent."
"Afterwards. You got a good new recruit?"
Then the gladiators' admiration exploded.
I think I keep putting accents on every particular word, but it doesn't matter.
"Ho... this is for sure... there must be an 'impact'."
Durban also looked at my torso and admired it.
A field in which everyone notices me.
I barely suppressed the urge to pose nicely.
It is the flesh of a warrior who has been trained in combat in this world for three years. It's worth showing off. Apparently, I don't kneel at all to gladiators.
No, on the contrary, in terms of weight, I'm better. I'm taller. Of course, technology is not an opponent.
That's the barbaric warrior himself.
I'm a great guy when I take it off.
"Then hurry up and get me an Impact costume."
"No, this is a change of plans."
What Durban brought was a pair of trousers with a wild hoppy pattern. It's as if the primitives were wearing it.
Are you aiming for this barbarian fingerprint?
"Put this on."
"Do you intend to target the Barbarian Ganges?"
"Where are you going? What do you mean?"
"No big deal. Anyway, you want a barbaric impact, right?"
"That's it."
I unbuckled and took off my pants. The thighs were also covered with scars that could not be erased forever with such wounds.
Bitten wounds, harrowed wounds, torn wounds... I survived by slaughtering the monsters that wounded my body. He was the warrior of the reversal and the fighter of life. I wore pants whether I took them as they were or not.
This makes me feel like a 'barbarian warrior' without prejudice.
"Durban. What can I use a weapon for?"
"Hmm... I'm worried. Just use the knife you used."
"Good."
I also changed my shoes to paid leather sandals. I tied the strap tightly because it didn't feel good. So I'm a little better.
I felt like my body would fly once I didn't have a railroad grip. Even though the grib was good, it was a lump of iron. I ate it with my legs full of stamina. It was like a bag of sand. I threw it off and the sensation was new.
Today, we're going to battle without this Grib.
Right now, my equipment is only my flesh and steel. And nothing but barbaric pants and sandals.
I always felt a little less confident because I lost the armor that wrapped my body around me like a bucket of iron, but the opponent is only three Goblins in three Kobolts. Whatever the fuck I drop, I win. However, the only thing to be aware of is that your body is unwell.
I decided to eat strongly.
Even without steel armor, my body is not steel.
I am an alchemist of steel.
"Well, wait a minute here. It'll be a scream when the opening starts."
"Yes."
Durban, who said so, went up to the ground.
It's almost time, so I'm starting to get nervous.
Whatever it is, it's a public fight in front of an audience.
I had the power to unintentionally call a compass on the stage when I was forced to go to high school to drop the tension of my classmates vertically. Can we really do this?
I thought about it, but I shook my head hard and shuddered at the negative thoughts.
I am not Kim Geun-tae now.
This is adventurer Kim Kat.
The two differ greatly in that they are compliant citizens and murderers.
"Ghhhhh, newbie. You must be nervous, huh?"
"No, not really."
"By the way, it's a great body. Are all the barbarians like that? Tall, wide shoulders... very good body shape."
Sitting waiting, gladiators begin to speak. There seemed to be no such thing as a garden. We have already formed empathy from the physical level.
An opponent who recognizes each other as warriors does not do anything in the garden.
That is the proof of true warriors.
"Yes. Our Mirkesha are fierce and violent warriors of all tribes. I have left my homeland in search of blood and battle worthy of me. It's now a hot tub. Because of the hot blood of my corpses. I don't know if there's a satisfactory fight here. Hmph, you have a body that is not our warrior. I really like it."
"Well, what is it? You changed your tone, didn't you?"
I am a savage warrior today.
Then you should use a tone that suits him. I took out the setting that I used to discard, 'Barbarian Kim Kat'. In the old days, it was a concept that I couldn't use just because I was a dick. I was so weak at the time that I couldn't play as I looked.
"You can change your tone as much as you like, depending on the time and circumstances. Aren't you gladiators, too?"
"Hmm, you're right! You seem to be as good at gladiators as you are in the flesh! In fact, Sodotar, that reckless son of a bitch hasn't liked it since the old days!"
"Yes, yes! Hey, newbie. How about being a speedster? A warrior like you must have a taste for slices!"
"..."
I was frightened in an instant.
I wondered why I was so interested in my body, it was just an expression of the urge to kill on stage. You serial killer bastards.
Sifal, you're in the wrong place. I only do this today and never do this again.
It was wrong to hang out with these murderers in the first place.
"It's opening! Enter the player!"
At that time, a sharp cry resounded.
Is it a start?
"Ghhh. Go quickly, Barbarian. You'd better get the audience to run long enough before the game starts. Hahaha!"
I waved my hand to the gladiators once and walked out to the ground.
It's good.
Just thirty minutes.
Then it's a silver-silver.
"Athlete!"
A fresh voice greeted me. It seemed like the moderator was a woman. Take a step. Beyond the boundaries of the ground and underground, you 'enter' the Arena as a true meaning.
- Blood-stained dirt floor.
An eagle of sunshine pours down my flesh like it was about to burn.
I looked around the wide gutter of the Arena. Quite a lot of people were sitting in their seats looking down at me. There might be Copson or Claudie in there, but it was too much to find.
- Munitions.
I heard the crowd closest to the entrance murmuring. Barbarian? Barbarian? Barbarian? I was muttering like that, but it didn't sound right because I was so fussy.
"The player in charge of today's opening is the one! That distant, cruel land! Brutal barbarian warriors who have come to fight for blood that will only satisfy the thirst for blood in the land of the living savages! It's a violent Babarian!!!"
Through that noisy arena, the moderator shouts.
"I wish you a big round of applause!"
- Hang on, hang on!
All eyes were focused on me in the gut. I immediately cast a thousand Limbo. Straighten your waist, tuck your chin in, and walk out big while showing off my big height and weight.
Everyone is looking at me.
At this moment, I became the center of the world.
My middle-school dream was an ordinary Death Metal singer. I didn't really like trendy idols or famous movie actors.
I couldn't like what others liked because of my natural temperament, and I couldn't enjoy what others often enjoyed. So I fell in love with Death Metal. The only thing that could cool my hot chest was the voice of death.
I wanted to be a singer.
However, going to Superstar K as a Death Metal singer on Korean soil was nothing but a star in the sky. It was literally the place where the "mainstream singer" was discovered. It was not the place to see the Death Metal that ran the extreme of non-alcoholics.
Desperate.
Kim Geun-tae, a junior high school student, was desperate at the time.
In elementary school, as I gave up on the baseball player's dream,
In middle school, I gave up the dream of a Death Metal singer.
I gave up. I had to give up. This world is lacking. My talent. Forced me to give up my dreams. God gave me no talent. What if I didn't give you the talent? Then I might have wished I had tried. However.
God didn't even give me the talent to try.
"Aah."
But it is.
I am no longer the old Kim Geun-tae.
"Kim Kat."
It is.
Right now.
"Phew."
I became a Death Metal singer.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I burst into savagery. Like the Death Metal singers I admired, I screamed at the bride. How long have you been training to complete this?
It was the cry of a barbaric essence.
I screamed, as if I had no talent, and vomited a murmur about the past that I had not even tried.
Let's do it.
- Oh, oh!!!
- Ooooooooo!!!!
- Waaaaaaaah!!!
The sound of a thud like Ure explodes.
"That's easy."
This is what these immature foreigners, thirsty for pleasure, want. I've already completed my knowledge of the Arena.
Showmanship, which frightened me of all kinds of contemporary doors, was as simple as eating a male-born, irreversible cub, Thompson Gazelle.
As soon as they saw the barbaric hair, they thought of 'barbarity', and I immediately shouted barbarity to satisfy the wind.
"Did you hear that? That's the roar of the beasts themselves! That's terrifying!"
My roar was the Barbarian Warrior himself.
- Are you a Barbarian? Hey!
- Barbarian!
- Giaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaee!!
The audience cheered.
This is' impact 'enough.
Implemented the contract with integrity.
"Then it is right to prepare a clot for him! Barbarian Warrior, the opponent of the Barbarians is Pharaoh!!!! A monster of despair crawling from the bottom of hell!"
What, a monster of despair?
"Kobolt!!!"
The opposite iron spear is open. - Kyuzaaah...! - Kyuzaaah...! They were Kobolt, who made a cold cry. Well, it was a fucking desperate monster, so I panicked for a second and it was just Kobolt.
Strangely, the Kobolts were armed and were wrapped around their arms with a helmet made of monsters' skulls and a claw made of broken bones. Of course, it's a Arena.
Clearly, there seems to be something armed like that.
It's Kobolt.
Yeah, we should make some money.
"Game on!!!!"