Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

Suddenly, my mind went blank.

Even my usually reliable brain, which had managed just fine back when I woke up in a strange barbarian’s body and had to undergo a coming-of-age ceremony without even knowing my own name, now felt soaked in alcohol and unable to form any coherent thoughts.

For a moment, silence stretched between us.

“.......”

Misha looked up at me with eyes full of fear, but also some expectation. Unable to bear that gaze, I finally spoke.

“......I see.”

It wasn’t an affirmation, denial, or question—just a meaningless murmur.

After such a long silence, all I could say was “I see,” and it was the first time in a long while I felt so pathetic.

But thanks to that, my frozen mind began to function again, as usual.

‘Yes’ or ‘No.’

For now, the choice was not simply picking between those two.

If what Misha said was true—