Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

A test tube filled with green culture fluid.

Inside that test tube, dozens of dopplers curled up, all glaring at me simultaneously.

It wasn’t just a coincidence.

Some blinked their eyes, and when I took a step, their pupils moved accordingly.

“...They’re alive?”

From a modern person's perspective, it was such a grotesque sight that I involuntarily shrank back.

But...

“Why are they staring like that?”

Having endured countless hardships inhabiting the body of a barbarian, the sensibility of a modern person was now hard to find in me.

Of course, not completely gone...

“Hey, is this your first time seeing a barbarian?”

If I were to measure it precisely, maybe it’s similar to truffle mushrooms added to truffle oil?