Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

While watching her morning routine, Amelia received unusual news.

‘It’s a ghost…’

When Amelia checked, she said she couldn’t find anything, but since there are already one or two witnesses, she can’t just ignore it.

Did she say that everyone in the guards except for Amelia saw her at least once during the night?

Therefore, she called all of them and interviewed them briefly.

“I felt something creepy and turned my head to the other side, where something with a white head was staring at me.”

I heard the testimonies of everyone who witnessed the ghost, starting with Mikhail Rectors from the Royal Investigation Department, but surprisingly, they all saw different forms.

“What I saw was a beast monster with fangs sticking out this much…”

“I am a little different… a man in rags. All of his eyes were stained black, and he was looking at me with eyes of resentment, shedding bloody tears.”

“What I saw was like slime. It was coming towards me in the dark, clinging to the floor as if it had melted into it. But after rubbing my eyes for a moment, it disappeared before I knew it. So, I was just tired and thought I was looking at something.”

Very different eyewitness accounts.

However, these eyewitness accounts have one thing in common.

It is said that when I took my eyes off it for a moment, it suddenly disappeared in front of me…

“Did you see everything yesterday?”

“No, everyone is at a different time. When I asked everyone about what Rectus mentioned during his vigil yesterday, it seems like everyone except me has seen it at least once.”

Yes, that’s what I mean…

As I continued to worry while touching his chin, I heard the sound of something grinding beside me.

Kkadeuk, Kkadeuk, Kkadeudeuk-!

The origin of the sound was Einar’s jaw.

That’s right, when barbarians are scared, their jaws are overpowered.

“Yu, a ghost…. Wee, isn’t that dangerous…!!”

Come to think of it, Ainar had been very afraid of things like this since before.

No, in fact most of the barbarians were like that.

There are quite a few guys who feel physiological discomfort with spirit-living monsters, and even have fear like this.

Later, out of curiosity, I asked Raven about these characteristics, and at that time I heard this answer.

Barbarian blood.

In other words, is there a possibility that the gene itself is engraved with information about a natural enemy impervious to physical force?

Because of the barbarian’s propensity to rely on instinct, it could be that such traits are common to many individuals.

Well, that’s not what’s important right now.

“I mean it smells.”

“huh? smell? Is it the smell of meat…!”

At my self-talk, Einar looked around and started sniffing.

Is the craving for meat greater than the fear of ghosts?

Embarrassingly, I turned my attention away.

That’s because the smell I’m smelling right now isn’t like that.

‘I like meat, but…’

There are things in the world that are more delicious than meat.

The smell I smell is one of those things.

‘Hidden peace.’

If you are a user who has played [Dungeon and Stone], it is so fascinating that your eyes will return immediately upon discovery.

But as soon as I heard about the ghost, I immediately smelled it.

Chew.

The smell of hidden peace full of milk and honey.

It’s also very deep.

***

Hidden Peace.

In this world, it is called the inheritance of Gabrielius.

Having found numerous hidden pieces while playing [Dungeons and Stones], I started working immediately.

The first thing we needed was information.

There is a lot of diverse and diverse information that can be produced by statistics.

“Time… you mean.”

“It was around one o’clock.”

“It was my first watch, so it must have been around 23:00.”

As a result of asking all members of the crew who had seen the ghost, the ghost only appeared between 11pm and 3am.

Is this really a coincidence?

‘No way.’

The time when the ghost of the library appears is between 23:00 and 03:00.

“excuse me! There it is. He was looking at me over there.”

“I was over there on the bookshelf…”

“In my case, it was a stairway leading outside.”

The location seems to be random.

Um, is it correct to say that this time it’s not random, but the entire library?

“Mister, do you think the ghost might be one of Gabrielius’s arrangements?”

As I was researching so hard, Erwen gave me a curious look.

No, it wasn’t just him.

“Yes, for now.”

When I answered in the affirmative, all the eavesdropping explorers’ eyes lit up.

“Gabrillius’ arrangement!”

“Really!”

Needless to say, the Armin Exploration Team, which specialized in finding Hidden Peace, had strong desire in the eyes of the members of the Hetz Clan.

Well, how does an explorer put up with that?

“You mean… you can get treasure by finding a ghost? I heard that everyone who found the arrangement became rich.”

Even Einar, who was afraid of ghosts, reveals his true feelings. Oh, but not everyone was blind.

just one person.

Only one came up to me and expressed concern.

“Yandel, it’s dangerous to think too well.”

Amelia Lane Wales.

A colleague of mine who was connected through timeless ties.

“Is it dangerous?”

“It is literally. It seems like you’re only thinking about the good side, not like you.”

Oh, I guess I know what you mean.

Actually, I thought about it as soon as I heard about the ghost.

Could it be that the ghost is a surveillance role sent by someone, and we discovered it by accident?

‘For example, the village chief.’

Just like the case of the leader of the silver lion clan, who made an emergency escape on the day he revisited the library.

It is not good to regard the existence of ghosts as a good thing.

Even if you are not the village chief in the first place, it may not be a ‘good news’.

“Emily, I know what you mean. I have enough in mind, so don’t worry too much.”

“…if that’s the case. i get it.”

“Okay, thank you for telling me.”

My intuition was still telling me that the ghost had something to do with Hidden Peace, but for now I decided to be a little more careful, following Amelia’s advice.

Because in any situation, assuming the worst is helpful.

‘Which one… I’ll know at night.’

After that conclusion, I went back to my main job and spent the day summoning monsters.

I spent the entire day fighting monsters, resting only as much as I needed, but unfortunately, today I didn’t have much of a harvest.

‘A level 4 essence that you can’t even eat…’

Originally, this alone would have been a jackpot and put it in the test tube, but now it’s a body that can’t be satisfied with just such a thing.

‘It sucks.’

The most regrettable thing is that I was lucky to find Bellarios again and caught two more, but the essence did not come out.

Still, if you go with this trend, you might be able to get it before you leave the 1st basement floor. Certainly, because the bookshelves have increased, the frequency of appearing in books has increased.

‘Anyway, what should I do with the remaining integer?’

I currently have two integer slots left.

One of them is fixed as Bellarios Essence, and Hypramagent’s Essence will later enter the position of Orc Hero, so no count.

Concern about the remaining seat deepens.

That’s right, this place isn’t fixed.

I just wanted to fill it up in preparation for an armed conflict with the village chief, because I can’t get the graduation essences in the current state.

Unless another rift guardian from the 8th floor comes out like Milayel, whatever you eat will have to be erased after a few months.

‘… Let’s think about this while watching it come out. There’s no reason to be in a big hurry right now.’

I wonder if I didn’t get the Aegis barrier.

Now that he has even obtained a graduation shield, there is no reason to be impatient even if he is the headman of Amman.

Thinking so, I ended my thoughts.

Tick-tock, tick-

The library at the end of the day and ready to camp.

[23:00]

It was night.

***

11 p.m.

Due to the schedule of our expedition, everyone except for the vigilant goes to sleep and recovers from fatigue for tomorrow’s work.

However, there were surprisingly many people who were awake.

“The great sage’s arrangement…”

“Is that true?”

“Even if it’s not that, I’m curious. It might be a clue to escape from here.”

Explorers lying down like sleepless children on the eve of a picnic and chatting with their colleagues.

Hey, I’m going to sleep soon.

“Everybody, stop talking and close your eyes! If you’re awake, it might not show up!”

Soon after, the library became quiet as they went on patrol and caught the children who did not sleep. Oh, of course the conversation just disappeared, but it was far from silence.

Dreaming Large!

Dorolong-. Dorong, Dororonong-

The snoring sound that dozens of explorers spit out loud and small.

“Everybody seems to be sleeping.”

“So, what are you going to do from now on?”

“Well, I’ll have to go around and look for it.”

After making sure everyone was asleep, I led Amelia and Versil to patrol the area.

and….

“So… you mean you have to stay like this until 3?”

After patrolling for about an hour and not finding anything, Versil opened her mouth.

It doesn’t sound like there’s any complaints about the patrol, but…

“How is Mr. Yandel these days?”

It seemed that it was boring to do this quietly.

Well, I felt the same way, so I naturally accepted the signal to have a small talk.

“How are you these days, what do you mean?”

“Just overall. Everyone is curious.”

“So what?”

When I asked again, Versil glanced at Amelia, who was patrolling alone in the distance, and whispered softly.

“So who are you?”

“No, please, can you write a subject?”

“Ah… you know what I mean.”

well, it’s not like that

It’s not that I’m clueless.

I replied with a smile.

“Nobody.”

“yes? really? I don’t know about anyone else, but I thought you were dating Mr. Raines.”

“No way. We are just colleagues.”

“Hehe… is that so?”

Versil said in a completely disbelievable tone, and soon brought up another name.

“Then what about Mr. Karlstein? Lately, we’ve been spending a lot of time together.”

“Increasing.”

It just became a little less awkward.

So these days, the two of us have more time to talk. Most of the time, it was nonsensical things like whether the rice was good or not, or asking me to eat some vegetables.

“I guess everyone is paying attention. Because the name is the only ex-lover of the baron.”

Ah, since I’ve been in the labyrinth for a long time, everyone seems to have grown interested in just this.

Small talk on patrol is welcome, but this subject comes with stress, so I decided to end it here.

“Stop it and be quiet. Aren’t they all sleeping?”

They are valuable personnel who have to work hard tomorrow too, so you should sleep comfortably.

“…”

What is it, why doesn’t he answer?

Are you pissed off?

With that thought in mind, I just looked back.

“…Mr. Yandel.”

Versil, who had been following me, stopped and chanted quietly as if doing ventriloquism.

“That way, that way.”

With her head facing me, Versil showed me the direction by moving only her eyes sideways. First of all, I also moved only my eyes to confirm the direction.

and….

“Right? That, the ghost they were talking about.”

“Well, I’m not sure, but it might be worth checking.”

“…something is scary. I didn’t say it was such a terrible look.”

Hearing that, I tilted my head involuntarily.

‘A terrible face…?’

Apparently, Versil and I were looking at completely different images.

‘that’s interesting.’

All I can see is a rat in my eyes.

***

An unidentified creature living in the library.

Its characteristic is that it appears between 11:00 pm and 3:00 am, and each viewer sees a different appearance.

It was a mysterious guy in many ways, but surprisingly it wasn’t too difficult to capture.

“The character has cast [Eye of the Storm].”

「By the authority of the transcendental body, the ability inherent in the skill is released.」

The grab machine flew in one shot.

[beep? Beep, beep—!!!]

Because it was so small, it was wrapped in one hand without using [Giant].

Just that moment.

[Beep, beep! Beep!!]

The rat’s body, which screamed and struggled with her, faded into translucency.

Embarrassed by this, the moment she almost burst it with her hand.

「Versil Gowland cast 8th grade curse magic [Materialization].」

Versil responded in time, and the rat’s body returned to its original state.

“What the hell was that sound…”

Hearing her commotion, Amelia ran to me and frowned at me.

“Yandel, what is that in your hand?”

“Well, what does it look like to you?”

“…with something very talkative and disgusting.”

“okay? What about Bersil?”

“A man covered in filth… suspiciously like someone I know.”

“Acquaintance…?”

“I don’t know Mr. Yandel.”

Hmmm, that’s what I mean…

[Beep, beep! Beep-! Beep!!!]

I licked my lips and looked down at the thing in my hand.

Looking at the cancer, it was an ordinary rat.

Should I say it looks like a hamster standing up on two legs?

The only difference is that unlike the hamsters on Earth, they are very large, and in fact, this is a level that will not be a problem even if you play with dwarves by measuring your height with acorns…

[Beep! Beep-! Beep!]

Seeing him struggling to do his best, he even looks cute.

But that would be it and this would be this.

“First of all, you don’t have to wake up all the members.”

The situation where all the members who had already heard the commotion woke up and looked this way.

“…is that the ghost?”

“It’s a terrible shape indeed.”

“If I had seen it alone in the middle of the night, I would have been really frightened…”

Whatever their reaction, I grabbed the rat and made my way to the heart of the library.

and….

Took.

I looked at the rat on the altar where the summoning book was placed.

“…isn’t this okay?”

Unfortunately, no reaction took place at the altar.

thus….

[Beep, beep! Beep-! Beep!!!]

In the future, I had two options left.

1. First, just kill it.

2. Try killing it with distortion magic.

Which way should I test it?

Since there is only one sample, you will have to decide carefully.

[Beep! Beep! Beep!!!]

It was a car that continued to worry while chaining him to the altar like a lab rat.

[This, this reckless thing!! let me go! Let go!]

…Suddenly, the rat started talking to people.