Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

The cider, filled with plenty of ice, enhanced the refreshing sensation.

After shaking the glass moderately to chill it well, I downed it in one gulp.

Because if the ice melts, the taste becomes bland, after all.

“Ahh...”

Yeah, this is it.

How much I had longed for this flavor.

This world was bearable in everything except for the lack of carbonated drinks.

At least I could find carbonation in beer, but even that felt very different from the modern kind.

‘...Should I go back?’

A taste enough to sprout my almost lost will to return.

Ibaekho had to know this.

If instead of fussing about the Resurrection Stone or whatever, he had just made cider and let me drink it a few times, I might have seriously considered returning.