Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

My skin was still burning from the heat of the battle.

But the air around me was cold, and the gazes of the Sawtooth Clan members were hostile.

'I didn't expect them to be this aggressive.'

The atmosphere was tense, but I tried to remain calm and analyze the situation.

It wasn't the worst-case scenario yet.

Threats meant they wanted something.

'If they were really planning to fight us, they would have ambushed us instead of coming here and talking.'

Then why were they bluffing?

I had to figure that out first.

I had a hunch, but I needed to confirm it.

"Loot..."

I chuckled and asked,