Surviving the Game as a Barbarian
Chapter 572: Last Community (2)
There was an absolute excuse called survival.
Because of that one premise—that I must survive in this damn world—every action I took became a “necessary task.”
And...
“...I see.”
The Crescent Moon was a victim of those “necessary tasks.”
“To think there must be a corpse left behind...”
When I first came ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ to this roundtable, I was a very insignificant being.
Everything I encountered outside could lead to my death, and every evening I had to wander through taverns just to gather information.
So I wore the Investigator’s mask.
To get the information I needed, I took someone’s wish hostage and toyed with it.
Because honesty in this world is a sin.
The moment you show weakness, you get bitten.
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