Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

The monster raised its harpoon high in the air.

My first thought was,

'Already?'

He had taken a lot of damage.

We had pierced his shell, severed his arm, and even stabbed him in the chest with a poisoned dagger.

But 40% HP already?

'Ah...'

I looked up and understood.

Amelia was clinging to its back, her dagger embedded in its neck.

'She should have aimed for the back of its head, not the neck.'

I was a bit disappointed, but Amelia wouldn't have done that on purpose.