Barbarian Race

There is one thing Anderlecht hasn't realized about Metamount.

"Dad, you said earlier that the effect of this potion was only slight, right?"

"No problem about that. I'll be doing further research to corroborate its effects. For now, what do you think of the potion, Son?" said Anderlecht as he folded his arms and put on a haughty expression. He had succeeded in making a body strengthening potion even though it had little effect. How could he not feel proud about that?

"You're wrong, Dad. It's not that it has little effect, but because we are too weak, that it has little effect. If you give this to a high-level magus or swordman, the result will be much different. You should lower the dose of your potion, Dad. This potion is too strong!"

"Hmm, My Son, don't be too overly concerned about me, this is just an ordinary strengthening potion."

How can I convince Anderlecht? Do I need to say that I come from another world who have played games similar to this world thousands of times? Ah, surely he will say that I've gone mad from falling from that hill. I shouldn't have introduced Metamount to him.

"If you don't believe it..." Lein's voice suddenly stopped because a sudden notification appeared from the hologram.

[Emergency Quest Created! The Barbarian Race is currently attacking Astrada Village. Save yourself and Anderlecht!

Prizes :

Strength +10

Agility +15

Vitality +20]

At that moment, Lein realized one important thing. "Dad, our door hasn't been repaired yet, right?" said Lein as he turned his gaze to Anderlecht with a hideous expression. Isn't a house with an open door too conspicuous to ignore? Perhaps, it will be the first target.

"Eh? Why are you diverting our conversation? We can think about the door thing tomorrow."

Unlucky! Why is this Barbarian Race attack coming so fast?! Damn System! Why did you move me the day before the attack?!

"Let's run, Dad!" Lein got off Anderlecht's back, held his hand, then pulled him towards the door. However, that was soon prevented by Anderlecht.

"What about you, Son? Your behavior is really strange. Then, have you recovered so you can play around?"

My fear beats the pain, Damn it! Then, play around? The Barbarian race wasn't something you could mention in the same breath as playing around. They are complete opposites!

"It's hard to explain, Dad! Let's get out of this house first."

Anderlecht complied with Andes' request, albeit reluctantly. Since falling from the hill, many things have changed for him. Not! Even all aspects of it changed. He was much calmer and colder, as if he had been through the same lifetime as him. However, sometimes he also acts strangely, puts on a face of sudden panic, is surprised for no reason, talks to himself, as if someone invisible is always with him. Is it possible that a fall from a hill makes him find an imaginary friend?

Lein and Anderlecht exited the room while Lein carried the remaining one bottle of Metamount. However, just a few steps away from the room, in the corner of their eyes, in the living room, a person with a large ax slung over his shoulder, was standing there with a hideous expression. The man was over 2 meters tall, stocky, bare-chested with multiple wounds on his stomach, and wore only rough red shorts with a chain wrapped around his waist.

Seeing the two of them, the big man immediately threw his ax at them. It's fast like a bullet. However, Lein with good reflexes immediately dodged that while pushing Anderlecht's body. They fell together before the ax touched Lein's back.

BRUKK! The ax hit the wall and stuck firmly there.

"Get up and run as fast as you can, Dad. He's from the Barbarian Race, he's slow!"

RAWR! The big man's screams filled the house. However, that scream didn't emit any powerful magic energy, like Lein had fought in the previous game; indicating that he was at a low level. But, dealing with him at Lein's current level was still suicidal!

Hearing that, Anderlecht immediately stood back up and held Andes in his arms. He quickly ran towards the back door, not far from where they were before.

BANG! BANG! BANG! The door open and fall. At the same time, with the points he got from level up, Lein used 2 for strength and 3 for agility.

"The Barbarian race is a slow race. However, their smell is very sharp. Find a place close to the river, Dad. The natural scent of the water can interfere with their smell," said Lein while enduring the excruciating pain in his ribs. The rebound from Anderlecht's running movement was so painful.

"Where did you get all that information, Son?"

Hey, does it really matter now?!

"From the book, Dad. Forget the details for later. Now the most important thing, you have to run faster!"

It was already late afternoon, but they headed instead for the Astorm Forest. According to Anderlecht, even though there were plenty of monsters there, with so many swordmans and magus occasionally setting up tents there, it gave him some hope that maybe they would help him. Better to try than nothing, right? However, running 2.5 miles without taking a break made Anderlecht start to tire. His running slowly slowed down, which Lein immediately noticed. "Are you tired, Dad?"

"Ah, I think so, Son," Anderlecht replied breathlessly.

What stamina is this?!!! It's only 2.5 miles away! The Barbarian race had insane stamina. Even if you have a very fast run, it would be a waste if you only have the stamina like Anderlecht.

Shortly after that conversation, Anderlecht collapsed from exhaustion. When he tried to get up, his arms felt like they had soft bone, so he fell back face down into the ground and passed out.

Meanwhile, Lein who was lying on Anderlecht's back was faced with a terrible terror. Life and death seem to be only at odds with the tip of a fingernail. The dark corners of the forest seemed to hide the Barbarians behind it. Unknowingly, cold sweat fell from his forehead.

"Am I going to die a second time?"

Lein was actually ready to accept that. However, imagining how those Barbarians had massacred the villagers of Astrada in the Malivic World game made him shudder, so he immediately threw those intentions as far away as possible. Lein then got up while his left hand was holding his aching ribs, while his right hand was still holding the one remaining metamount bottle. With unsteady steps, he left Anderlecht who was still unconscious. However...

"Why do I feel like I'm holding me back from leaving Anderlecht? Have I really considered him as my own dad?"

Sometimes, a person will forget his humanity when faced with a disaster. It also did not escape Lein at this time. It's normal for someone to ignore other people they don't really know. Moreover, that person was only one of the NPCs in the game. However, now did Lein really regard Anderlecht as just an ordinary NPC?