Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

It resembled a Frogman in its basic form. Its belly was round, as if filled with air, and its fingertips had suction cups. Even its face was similar.

However, its skin was gray, not green, and it wasn’t carrying a harpoon, the Frogman’s trademark weapon.

And most importantly…

‘…Wings?’

A pair of wings, oddly shaped as if they were cut out of paper and glued on, were attached to its back—

[Keureuk!!]

The creatures, clinging to the side of the ship, flapped their wings and leaped onto the deck.

So they weren’t just for show.

“Emily, what’s their rank?”

I snapped out of my daze and asked Amelia. She couldn’t determine the exact rank with [Danger Sense], but…

“Below 7th-grade. I don’t sense any threat.”