Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

Chapter 454: Barbarian Revolution (3)

When people gather, they form an organization.

Even if it’s just four people.

As I started assigning tasks to the four clerks, they naturally divided the work based on their specialties.

Ah, of course, Shabin Emure played a big role in this.

“Mary, you’ll be in charge of organizing the data and calculations. For now, just focus on the old records left by the previous elders.”

“...D-do you think I can handle it? The remaining records are so disorganized, and the handwriting is difficult to read...”

“You can do it. I’ll help you.”

“Okay...”

Mary Jayne, in charge of statistics and data.

“Mr. Lambden, I’d like you to prepare for the coming-of-age ceremony in two days.”

“T-the coming-of-age ceremony...?”

“It’s an unfamiliar task, but it’s a small-scale event, so you should be able to handle it. If you have any questions, ask Miss Frenelin. Miss Frenelin, can you help him out?”

“Ah, o-of course! Leave it to me!”

“...What will I be doing after the ceremony?”

“Once the statistical data is ready, I’d like you to create a budget. Monthly, not annually.”

“...Understood.”

Shepherd Lambden, in charge of financial planning and management.

“Mr. Anderson... you already know what you’ll be doing, right?”

“Yes... the land...”

“There’s nothing prepared. I’d like you to start by surveying the forest. We’ll be building new roads, so make sure to leave space for them. Ah, and we also need to set aside land for the children. We’ll be building new childcare facilities.” rάɴօBΕᶊ

“...This is practically urban planning! Are you sure I can handle such an important task?”

“I’m giving you the authority, so what’s stopping you? And you’re not in charge of the entire sanctuary yet. We’ll start by selling the land on the outskirts, so just focus on that for now.”

“...I’ll do my best.”

Rick Anderson, in charge of road construction and urban development.

“Right now, you’re just divided by tasks, but once we hire more people, you’ll be working as departments. And you’ll be the heads of those departments.”

Of course, Shabin Emure would be the Chief Administrator.

Ah, so that’s the source of their motivation.

I was impressed by Shabin Emure’s leadership skills. Not only had she efficiently reorganized the tribe’s administration from scratch, but she had also motivated her team.

‘She’s much more capable than I thought...’

I had always thought of her as a naive young woman who loved sweets.

I never knew she had this side to her.

As I was witnessing the birth of the barbarian administrative agency...

“Um...”

Mary Jayne, in charge of statistics, cautiously raised her hand.

“W-when do we get off work...?”

Shabin glanced at me.

It wasn’t a decision she could make on her own.

I quickly answered.

“Why would you get off work?”

“...Huh?”

“Are you fools? You get paid double for working at night!”

“...?”

The clerks were stunned, unable to process my words, so Shabin Emure explained it to them in detail.

“We’re busy, you know. It’s not like we’ve never worked overtime. And besides, we’re getting paid extra, so let’s all work hard for now. We’ve had enough rest, it’s not so bad to be busy, right?”

“...Yes.”

And so the barbarian tribe continued to function.

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After the clerks started working, I headed towards the former chieftain’s tent.

There was something I hadn’t asked him about last time.

“Bjorn, son of Yandel—”

“It’s Chieftain.”

“...Right, Chieftain. What is it?”

I got straight to the point.

“I want to hear about Balkan.”

“Ah, the original owner of your first alias.”

Balkan, Kagureas, son of Shalik.

The hero of the tribe who had died 21 years ago at the age of 55.

I had only recently learned his full name.

I hadn’t bothered to investigate him before because I thought he was dead.

“...What do you want to know?”

“Everything about him.”

“This is going to be a long story. Sit down or lie down, whichever is more comfortable.”

“He’s practically a vegetable. I told them to just let him die, but his apprentice refused and has been taking care of him. So I just let them be.”

Hmm, I see.

“If you’re done asking questions, leave. I’m hungry.”

“Alright.”

He seemed to have lost interest in our conversation, so I didn’t bother him any longer and left the tent. I then headed towards the shaman’s tent.

Swoosh.

The dark tent was filled with the smoke of incense.

A pungent, nauseating smell.

I approached the bed where the old shaman was lying.

And at that moment...

“...C-chieftain?!”

The apprentice shaman entered the tent and looked at me, his eyes wide with fear.

“N-no! I still have much to learn! Please don’t kill me! I’m working hard!”

Uh...

I was just checking on him.

“Please... he might be dying, but he’s still my master...!”

I was forced to leave the tent.

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The arrival of Shabin’s administrative team gave me some breathing room, but I was still busy.

I was the Baron of the Yandel family, the Clan Master of Anabada, and the Chieftain of the Barbarian tribe.

I had to prepare for the labyrinth expedition, complete tribal quests, and even Amelia was complaining about me not coming home.

‘Will next month be even busier...?’

Hmm, it probably would be.

I had to attend Melbeth’s gathering, and the land sales would begin.

‘I’m glad they scheduled the gathering for the day after the expedition...’

If it had been this month, I would have had to attend even with all this work.

“Phew...”

The thought of my ever-growing to-do list was depressing, but it couldn’t be helped. I couldn’t just ignore my daily quests.

And I couldn’t quit now.

“Chieftain, everything’s ready.”

Ainar, the 1st Elder, entered my tent and called me.

[20:58]

It was already time.

I followed her out of the tent, and we soon arrived at our destination.

Crackle!

A clearing in the middle of the forest, illuminated by flickering torches.

Muscular barbarians everywhere I looked.

Step.

The place where I first woke up in this world.

Step.

As I entered the clearing, the young warriors’ gazes turned towards me.

Their eyes were filled with excitement and nervousness.

‘...This feels strange.’

I looked at them and shouted,

“Congratulations, young warriors!”

The same words I had heard on that day in the forest.

“From this day forward, you will leave the sanctuary and become true warriors!”

There was no need for a long speech.

“Now, step forward and choose your weapons!”

Ah, of course, there was one new line.

“Leather boots and two potions will be provided!”

It was time for a new era.

“Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!!”

The young warriors cheered, pleased with the new welfare system.

It wasn’t intentional, but it made it easier for me to find him.

The one who wasn’t cheering.

“.....”

A warrior standing frozen in place, his eyes darting around nervously.

Lick.

I couldn’t help but lick my lips.

‘He’s definitely...’

A newbie.