I Am the Only Totem in This World chapter 86

86 – Episode 86. Morning tent installation technician (1)

Episode 86. Morning tent installation technician (1)

“It’s morning. Wake up.”

I opened my eyes to the gesture of someone tapping my shoulder.

“Ah.”

Write. Did I spend too much time on the community before going to bed?

Many interesting topics were discussed, so I ended up oversleeping.

“Where does it hurt?”

The name of this barbarian woman with the angular face shape of a man is Sonya, my friend.

“I just started thinking a lot at night. “Thank you for waking me up.”

“What?”

While having a brief conversation, I carefully checked the lower body.

After going through the most painful time as a man, it is now a confirmation task that has become an essential part of my daily routine.

“Phew.”

My little one is standing up well today too.

Of course, I didn’t stand up because I saw Sonya’s face. It’s just a physiological phenomenon.

I left the tent satisfied.

The chief said he would give me a personal tent, but I chose the tent used by warriors.

Treating them specially like that only creates a sense of distance from them.

In order for co-workers to become close friends, they must sleep in the same dormitory.

If you were born as a Korean male, this is a long-standing tradition that everyone knows.

“Hmm.”

Other warriors were lightly warming up outside.

Me and Sonya came in last place. The situation is roughly pictured.

I guess Sonya, who is very considerate, waited until I woke up and then, thinking she couldn’t help herself, touched me and woke me up.

I cannot say that Laura is a beauty, but she is a good person.

I went among them with Sonya and did some simple stretching.

“My eyes are red. “I guess you had trouble sleeping?”

The female warrior next to me, who was flexing her leg muscles, spoke up. She says her name is Misha.

Look. Since she lived in the same place and developed a sense of intimacy, there were people who would talk to her first.

That too is a woman. Her biceps are as thick as my thighs, and she has a big scar across her face, but whatever.

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“Suddenly I remembered the old days.”

“Really? “If you don’t get a good night’s sleep, your body will suffer, so be careful.”

“Yes.”

I slowly warmed up and connected to the community.

In times like this, you have to have a community from time to time.

[Garlic salt bread: ‘Bach heuk’ and ‘Gogh heuk’ when crying, ‘Tchaikovsky Kiki’ when laughing~!]

It’s boring.

[Corrupt Power Article: Discovery of research data from the evolutionist school. A senior researcher named ‘Jay’… ]

Too serious.

[Babirina: Mom. I miss you. I’m so hungry. I want to eat warm soup and bread.]

… It’s too dark.

[I Believed in Uncle Monkey: Real-time s*xual breakdown… Before the first attempt to conquer the village… ]

This is pretty good.

I read the many articles that came up in the morning one by one.

Oh. It’s been a while since Sanz posted. See.

It’s a nickname I can never get used to.

[Ultrasanz crazy in annihilation mode on a moonlit night: (Information) A damn strong demon appears in Tibera

Information from reliable sources.

It is said that a very strong devil has entered Tibera.

It’s enough to cover an entire area with magic.

Users living near Tibera or passing through Tibera should be cautious.]

A strong demon appears.

Tibera is quite far from where I am in Linea, so there is no need to worry.

Want to see the comments?

[Corrupt Power Article: Isn’t Tibe there? [Where Abraham died]

ㄴ [Full play: That’s right. The dark cloud devil passed by]

[I trusted Mr. Monkey: The information provided by the three legendary knights is trustworthy]

ㄴ [Ghoul: ㅇㅇ He also told me last time that that Necrolord bastard was in Dubenheim]

[Netcama: Good information hahahaha]

There is also a netcam. I suddenly become curious.

Why does this child only react positively to Sanz’s writing?

If you’re just naturally acting friendly, it’s strange that you’re leaving an awkward, contrived and flattering comment as if you’ve never been complimented before.

You may not know other users, but Netcamara, one of the most malicious users in the community, is more suspicious.

Did this guy also receive help from Sans like me? That may be why I am leaving a pre-order.

“Tsk.”

Anyway, that’s true. If you want to leave a good comment, you have to do it properly and not notice it.

Now, let me show you an example.

[Morning tent installation technician: That’s really helpful information. I was heading towards Tibera to see if I could get anything, but I almost got into big trouble. You saved my life, right? As expected, Sanz, you are the best!]

It should be like this.

Oh, as soon as I left the comment, I immediately received a private message.

[Ultrasanz crazy in annihilation mode on a moonlit night: That]

[Ultrasanz crazy about annihilation mode on a moonlit night: If you’re going to run it like that, just don’t use it;;]

[?]

[Hmm… Is that enough?]

[Ultrasanz crazy about annihilation mode on a moonlit night: That seems about right]

This is so mean. Even if I help you, I have to listen to other people’s opinions.

[LOL Sorry. How are you doing these days?]

[Ultrasanz crazy in annihilation mode on a moonlit night: OK]

It’s hard to say this now, but he is a very mysterious friend.

Are you familiar with barbarians who are hostile to all civilized people, including the possessed? Are you aware of news from other regions far away?

Is there an artifact or a flight-type hidden skill that can gain the favor of barbarians?

Whatever it is, he must be a stronger paladin than me. Next time we meet, I’ll have to ask for a ride on the bus.

[The news source written in the article is a barbarian, right?]

[Ultrasanz crazy in annihilation mode on a moonlit night: ㅇㅇ]

As expected. This guy is suspiciously close to barbarians.

[In case you don’t know, I’ll have to tell our chief.]

[Ultrasanz crazy in annihilation mode on a moonlit night: You probably know that, right?]

… What?

[Ultrasanz crazy about annihilation mode on a moonlit night: I already spread the news through the priest here]

Ah.

Barbarian priests deal with the mysterious power of magic. I guess they conveyed information through that.

“Siwoo, the chief is looking for you.”

A warrior approached me.

“Is it sparring again?”

“Maybe.”

“I understand. “Tell him to wait a moment.”

I feel so tired from sparring in the morning.

Well, there is nothing to do.

I turned off the community and went back into the tent.

Barbarians treat warriors who avoid sparring as cowards and treat them poorly. If you want to continue living here, you must not refuse.

I don’t know who created it, but it’s a very ignorant culture.

I roughly put on my armor and headed to the sparring hall.

“Siwoo!”

The biggest and strongest woman in this tribe was waiting for me with her double axes in hand.

Hela, the chief of the Gray Mist Tribe.

“Good morning.”

“Yes! “Good morning!”

This is not a Japanese girl game, but a barbarian female warrior with visuals that look like something from an American game full of Yankee sense.

A powerful woman who looks like she’s going to spin around Whirlwind and put pressure on me at any moment.

How is this a woman?

Ha… Why do all the women around me look like this?

Sonya. Misha. Hella. They are all people who are closer to ‘female warriors’ than ‘female’ warriors.

There is no need for a harem like this.

“Did you eat…” “

“Take up your weapons!”

“…”

Oh, my ears are going to fall off. Even if you boil and eat a train barrel, you wouldn’t be able to make that sound.

He drew his sword and attacked.

I think we fought for about 30 minutes.

“Hmm! Refreshing! “Let’s stop here!”

As if Hela was satisfied, she grinned and lowered the axe. It’s a smile that could make a murderer.

“Sparring was fun.”

It’s so refreshing. I think I’ve been marching at a brisk pace since morning, no, in full military gear.

“hahahahaha! “I had fun too!”

Hella burst out laughing like a boss and tapped my shoulder with her pot-lid-sized hand.

Pangpang!

It hurts so bad.

No, how can there be a sound like a punching bag hitting a person’s body?

“Can I go now?”

If she stays with this toad-like woman, her whole body might be ruined.

We have to run away quickly!

“No. I have business to do today. “Take some time!”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I need that, Sgil?”

“It’s a skill.”

“Yes, that!”

“…Is it because of Goga?”

Hela nodded her head. Ha, at this rate I have no choice but to go.

I entered the third largest private tent in her tribe with her head taller than me.

“A surprise attack! Surprise attack! They are devils! Ahhh! Ahhh! aaah! Mobilize all military power! Yogjaang~!”

A skinny old man was screaming and waving a staff with a boar skull on it.

The name of this elderly person with dementia is Goga. He is the grandfather of the Hella chief and the previous priest of the tribe.

He was fine until 5 years ago, but he went crazy after using witchcraft excessively.

“Calm down!”

Sola, the priest of this tribe, was holding on, but it seemed difficult for her to stop it alone.

“Please be patient.”

I grabbed Goga and used the purification skill.

I am now level 4. As I continued hunting and subjugating, my experience accumulated quickly.

The community said that you can conquer a village by yourself when you reach level 4, but honestly, I’m not sure.

Is it because I mainly learned buff skills?

“Young man… Don’t get too carried away with witchcraft… “

“Ah, yes.”

Goga was calmed down and placed on the bed.

“Chief, shouldn’t you have talked about this first, not the sparring?”

No matter how much I think about it, the old man’s seizure seems more serious than sparring.

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“Is that so? Ha ha ha!”

Just laugh it off. I said I was an asshole.

It was a time when I was measuring the timing to get out of this annoying place.

“Ah… Malak?”

Solar, a middle-aged woman with a neat charm, suddenly got down on her knees.

Why Malak?

“Mom! She has interest in places where she chooses not to talk to him about her… “

Hela looks at me with a cold expression. She talking about him? She can’t follow the conversation.

Solar slowly shook her head.

“He gave permission.”

“I see… ! What did he say!”

“Malak… He said he would come to our tribe.”

What? God is coming here?

No, more than that, was there really a god named Malak?