Chapter 137 – Barbarians in the Arena

“This barbarian shack. Isn’t it going so well these days?”

ㅡ Chaeyoung!

I bumped into Copson and a beer mug. The foam ran down the glass and overflowed. COPSON, Who Drank the Beers at Once, Smiled with a Flushed Face and Said, “Keeeee eeeee ofeeest For a moment, all eyes in the bar were focused on this direction.

“Hey, don’t say it out loud! You asshole!”
Hehe, how is it? Isn’t it the same? Kiehyeep!”

Copson, who was already drunk, had no normal common sense. I felt ashamed and lowered my head. Sometimes there are people who recognize me. Maybe he’s still whispering while looking at the back of my head.

“Keeeee
“This fucking shit… And it’s not jeep, it’s twenties.”
“Yep?”
“It’s called Jjam.”

I also drank beer. It feels like it’s fried because the cold carbonic acid can’t wet your throat. Indeed, fantasy is fantasy. The taste of beer was no inferior to that of modern times. Stress ran down my throat.

You shouldn’t imagine the miserable beer of medieval Europe.
This was a real piece of equipment worth spending money on.

“Kheu! Anyway, thank you. I guess I got all the alcohol from Bavaria.”
“After all, you also have a stake in it. Isn’t that what you introduced in the first place?”
“That too.”

I asked Cloudy’s understanding of her to buy a drink for Copson, whom I met by chance. She is now back at home alone. There was a daily wage I received from the arena today, and I decided to drink with peace of mind because I didn’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway.

“By the way, it’s sad that we can’t work together these days. Are you abandoning an old friendship just because you’ve become a D-class? To abandon friendship is the law of barbarism. Civilized people never abandon their friends. “
“If you want to work together, get a promotion.”
“Well, it’s about time for a promotion. I think it will happen sooner or later.”

Given his slender body, I wonder if it would be a bit unreasonable to be promoted to Class D in a short period of time. After all, rank is also combat power, so you cannot ignore weight class.

First of all, the highest grade that a normal human can go up with effort is D grade.

In fact, from C class, it is the realm of ‘superman’ who can handle mana.

Being a superhuman, in fact, at that point, even adventurers aren’t good at it. Because there are beings who want the power of mana everywhere.

However, since this world is also inhabited by people, there are people who pursue a stable life, and there are people who want to work as a freelancer whenever they feel like it. The adventurers who wore business cards of grade C or higher were of that type. Free-spirited psychos.

Maybe Winia would like that too.

I don’t know anything about her past her, but if it’s not a personality problem, there must be some reason why a wizard like Winia is doing something like an adventurer.

“What bullshit. Shouldn’t Nin be promoted back to Krasheim?”
“Hmm? What do you mean by that?”
“No, it’s a different city, but how do you know what you’ve been doing in the guild? Your career is reset at the point you came to Isvant, reset.”

Most of Copson’s career has been built around Krasheim.

If you change the city, you can see that you only have a grade, but your career is reset. It was not a world where there was an internet, and it was not because guilds shared and updated the personal information of each E-level guild member.

“Uh, uh? Wait a minute, Barbarian. Then why did you get promoted?”

You mean you didn’t think of something so simple?

“Don’t you remember winning the prize money when you caught the ogre?

The ogres were huge. In other words, the experience required to go from E to D ranks in one shot. Because it wasn’t something E-class could do. Cloudy helped a lot with this.

In fact, when I was in Krasheim, I was in a state where I was in danger of being relegated because I was constantly messing around with requests.

This is because every member of the team I met was handicapped.

Anyway, that was his career in Krasheim, and it had absolutely nothing to do with Isvant. It is a different world in which the past is washed half way by simply changing the city. The adventurer’s guild also had a lot of sloppy parts.

In many ways it’s kind of like that.
It is true that everything is loose compared to modern times.

—-Gasp.

Copson downed his beer again. I called the waiter and ordered two beers and a simple meat dish. In the past, I would have shivered even with a glass of beer, but now they just openly tell me.

This is growth.

“I see. But it doesn’t matter. I already have enough skills. The important thing is not rank, but true skill.”
“That’s fucking right.”

Right words.
It will take several years, maybe.

It is common to be promoted to D-level after becoming E-level and having 2-3 years of experience. I’m a bit of a special case, considering what Copson did after coming to Isvant, there’s still a long way to go.

“But if you’re D-class, I’ll be C-class.”
“The Barbarian Shack is Class C? It’s impossible. It’s better to just be satisfied with the given environment. Isn’t it? If you’re too greedy, you’ll get sick.”

To be honest, I don’t know if I’ll be able to upgrade to C-class.

As I said, in order to become a C-class, possessing surreal energy called mana was an indispensable element. To be honest, I don’t know much about mana, and there’s no one who can tell me.

Some say that the innate factor is large, and when I asked Claudy once, she said that she learned it naturally while cutting a knife.

Then, acquired acquisition is also possible…

Shall we ask our guild leader?
Because she is also a mana user.

Well, it wouldn’t be easy enough to learn mana by paying a few silvers, but it would be nice to get a clue of something. If you do this, you might end up living in a different world for the rest of your life, so it’s better to know about mana.

“Barbarian. Can I have another drink?”
“This motherfucker.”

Copson, who emptied his beer in an instant, said with a wink.

“Do it quickly!”
“Good!”

Pour it, drink it.
Anyway, I drank it up and went back to Cloudy.

***

It was already the 10th time that I took the stamp of going to the arena. In terms of time, about two months. It is both a long and short time in its own way. During that time, I became an expert because I was not used to it. He became Gladiator Kim Katt who acquired Gladiator as a subclass.

Today, I was on my way out from work amid enthusiastic cheers.

“Cut.”

Durvan spoke with a serious face.

“Hmm? Do you have something to say?”
“Kat, I have a good suggestion for you…”
“Tell me.”

Durvan’s explanation continued.

What he said didn’t matter. Aren’t you tired of just the opening now? Wouldn’t you like to gain more fame? Of course, you can earn more money too. So, I will give you a chance.

It was a simple explanation, and it was a story about what it would be like to skip the opening and go to the main game.

Seeing that he was persuading me as if he had made up his mind of him, I wondered if he had received an order from the arena president.

Is this offer coming soon?

Honey is finite, so it cannot be sucked in forever.

“No. I will refuse.”
“If you do that, the benefits… Huh? What?”
“I will never do anything other than the opening.”

I decided to decline the offer.

I did a lot in two months. When I see offers like this coming, I don’t think I can work anymore. It was enjoyable in its own way, but I should quit when I can.

“You say no? Kat, this is your chance. Didn’t you just hear me? What a chance! You could be a star! Then it’s only a matter of time before you make a fortune!”
“Never play a game that isn’t an opening.”

I just cut it off to him who was throwing up a feverish speech.

The arena is no joke.

It’s a bit funny for me to say this after I’ve been playing with it so far, but the arena isn’t a kid’s joke. It’s not something that can be taken lightly.

All of my madness filled with madness is acting.
That I am not the real me.

The public would think of me that way when I competed in the game, but my essence was just a weak petit bourgeois who was said to be good-natured, sincere, smart, and had a good personality, but was well-liked and even very kind.

For me, the ‘true arena’ where blood and flesh swarmed was absolutely unreasonable.

This game is too ‘dangerous’. Now, in the opening game, I was able to play against low-level monsters that were nothing more than dog fucks, but in the main match, I really had to ‘risk my life’.

Bones and flesh stick out. True warriors risk their lives and kill only for money and honor.

There are no morals or ethics there.
Just kill and kill and die.

Money cannot buy life, but it can take it.

That’s a specification.

He had no desire to fight gladiators who were good at killing, or powerful monsters locked underground.

Of course, there will be not only fights where life and death are staked, but there will also be matches where each other’s lives are not harmed, but it is not difficult to predict that it will soon turn into a killing fight.

Judging from the way Durvan speaks, he seems to believe that I am a tough barbarian, but that is the influence of the media and not the truth. The images of my madness are nothing more than fabrications. In fact, even though I’m fucking strong, if I go into the national emergency, I’m literally just a killifish.

Hearing my refusal, he spoke again.

“I can’t… Kat. But you’ve already signed a contract. You have to do this. No, you have to. It’s a contract! Above all, it’s your chance to soar! Kat, you can be a star!”

Durvan, who was talking, suddenly mentioned the contract.

Ha, that doesn’t even sound funny. To me, who was living in a modern age where all kinds of texts were rampant, making a contract out of it is as reckless as getting wrinkles in front of a chrysalis.

Do you dare to scam Kim Katt, a Daehan geon from Hell Joseon, with a contract on the subject of a person from a different world in a medieval fantasy world?

“Is this far-fetched bullshit? I’m sure the contract says only ‘opening’? Durban. Aren’t you mistaken that I’m playing a barbarian? I’m confident that I’ll do better than you in the writing test. Don’t think of cheating me with a contract.”
“…”

I read the contract very carefully to be prepared for any fraud.
There was not a single provision that would put my body at risk.

What I do is an opening where I safely slaughter low-level monsters.

As I spoke, the intent to kill began to soar.
But I am a man who knows how to control himself.

Although he tried to scam me, he is a friend of a friend and a friend of mine.

“At least, since he’s a friend, he took care of it. Then you know how to run away, motherfucker.”

His face his was distorted and he shot and spat, and Durvan flinched.
He mumbled and opened his mouth again.

“…Cut. This is an opportunity. Huh? A chance to go on a bigger stage!”

What did you decide to get this bastard incentive for?

“It must be a chance to find out. Barbarians only fight fights they can win. That’s our Mirkesha way. We don’t fight fights that we can lose.”

I’m a man who never fights like I’m going to lose. All of my friends in the arena are quite a bit higher level than me. Even if I fight with all my equipment on, I’m going to die, so I’m going to fight with the equipment specified in the arena?

Ask masochist Kim Katt about that.
There is no one like that in this world.

“The deal is over. There is no further extension of the contract. This is the end of Katt Kim’s performance as a savage warrior. My mother told me to come back to her hometown for dinner.”
“Gee, wait!”

Ignoring Durvan’s cry, I came out of the arena.

At the same time, the last one in Gyeonggi-do is left.

I have to commit it big before retirement and go out.

Well, it was fun all the while. There was never a chance to relieve stress like that. But I can’t turn back that such an offer has already come to me.

I can’t keep sticking to the arena for the subject who declined the offer here.

The next match is the last.