Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

Two days after the labyrinth closed.

‘I slept for a little over 30 hours…’

The last day had been tough, but I hadn’t exerted myself too much physically, so I felt relatively refreshed after a long sleep.

Snore—!

I went downstairs, still half-asleep, and saw Ainar sprawled on the sofa, just like I had left her.

‘She’s a heavy sleeper…’

I went to the kitchen, and a simple meal was already prepared.

Had Auyen prepared it for us, knowing we would be hungry when we woke up?

‘…He’s more suited to be a butler than a navigator.’

I marveled at his attentiveness and then devoured the food, my stomach growling.

I went to the front door and checked the mailbox. A mountain of letters had arrived while I was asleep.

“What’s all this…?”