2. Gene Barenberg
“Get up, you bastard!”
Slap! Someone scratched my cheek. It was a strong shock. Thank you for opening my eyes.
“What, what?!”
“Hey, you bastard! Aren’t you walking straight?”
The place where I am is a desolate desert. The body does not move properly. When I looked down, I saw five handcuffs made of thick steel on my wrists that went down the muscles of my forearms, and my body was tied with a long rope and tied to the people around me.
“I can’t wake up. Walk straight!”
The kid who hit me in the cheek with a full swing hit me in the head. I couldn’t say anything. Some of this situation was absurd, but it was strange that I was keeping my composure. I thought that this was the normal procedure.
‘What is it?’
Where did the life of 1 million mutuber Kim Gong-ryak go and he woke up in a strange world. What the heck are you doing here? If it’s a dream, I hope you wake up soon. But it won’t be a dream. In the yard where pain is felt, where can such a realistic dream exist?
‘I’m going to go crazy.’
After all, did you find yourself digging around while playing games and opening your eyes to a new world?
“… ….”
After thinking about it, I thought it was worth it. The average broadcast time is over 12 hours, and the Napoleon sleep method of sleeping only 4 hours a day and playing games. I didn’t even eat properly, so I only had one meal a day. Healthy giblets by only ordering and eating delivery food.
I would have taken care of my health right away if I had known that I would search for nothing like this. I can’t even die comfortably, and I’m dragged away in a strange desert somewhere.
“Haa….”
I can’t escape because my body and hands are tied, but I don’t know where I’m heading. There is no information.
I didn’t get an answer.
I turned my head and looked behind me. The line was stretched like a stream of water. Like me, they were also in a state of being restrained in all parts except their legs.
I asked the person behind me. It was an old man with white hair.
“Hey, where are we going?”
Oh. This is not my tone I think you said it softly.
“… Majesty. No matter how things turn out, you shouldn’t lose your mind.”
What is he talking about all of a sudden? Who is your highness?
“Who is Your Highness? Are you talking about me?”
My words widened the old man’s eyes. He licked his lips and gasped for breath until he wept.
“Did you lose your memory from the shock of losing Her Majesty and the Queen right in front of your eyes… ….”
An old man wiping away tears as he lifts his handcuffed arms. He had an expression as if he was facing a terrible reality.
‘What, why are you like that?’
That time I looked straight ahead again with a frown on my brow. Slap! The bastard who hit my cheek with a full swing earlier and hit me in the head scratched my cheek again.
“Bastard! The line is messed up!”
From a while ago, they called me a bastard.
But before that, we need to figure out how to get out of here.
[Tee-ring.]
‘What is this time?’
Suddenly, a voice rang in my head. The voice soon followed.
[Identified the player. Load game information.]
[Recognition successful. Player – Jean Warenberg]
[Identifies the player’s ego. Synchronization successful]
[Some of Jean Barenberg’s memories are inherited.]
What are you talking about all of a sudden? Player? Synchronization?
The time to worry was also short-lived. A lot of information is swirling around in my head. I closed my eyes tightly from the intense headache.
“Keugh… !”
A headache as if the skull would break. It felt like being shot down with a pickaxe. My vision shook as if an earthquake had struck. I almost fell to the side for a moment because of my dizzy mind, but I managed to keep my balance.
And after a while.
“Ah… ….”
Why am I here now, who I am, what is the current situation. Everything figured out
I am Jean Barenberg, the final boss of the romance fantasy series Somire.
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Jin Barenberg is the first prince of the Warenberg Kingdom that was defeated in the war with the Empire.
Romance Fantasy Somire. In short, a person who could only be attacked with the hidden ending of Lopanso.
That person is me now.
“Walk quickly!”
Slap! The whip was whipped and hit me in the back. My skin was torn and the bitter pain passed through my brain.
“Heuk!”
The original Jean Warenberg would have forced himself to groan, but I didn’t. Until recently, I was just an anchovy that had been living in the corner of my room just broadcasting games, but it’s strange to suddenly feel this kind of pain and endure it.
‘Ha. How am I supposed to live in a world like this?’
Death is an absolute requirement. You have to survive somehow. Yes, because dying is scary. Because it’s human nature…….
Anyway.
To summarize the current situation as far as I know, the Kingdom of Barenberg, who could not stand the tyranny of the empire, rebelled and declared war, but was defeated miserably due to the overwhelming difference in national power. As proof of that, I, a prince, became a prisoner of a ruined country and was being dragged away in captivity.
I closed my eyes tightly. Did you enter this world because the last game you played right before falling behind was ‘Ropanso’? If I had known it would be like this, I would have played a yagame full of dreams and hopes, not a reverse harem game for women.
Well, whatever.
‘In order to survive, I must first escape from here.’
In order to devise the method, I recalled the narrative of Jean Barenberg that appeared in the original work.
Following the original storyline, Jean Barenberg is put up for sale in the slave market of the underworld. He possessed excellent combat sense and strength, and his price skyrocketed as a popular commodity.
The person who bought those jeans was France Descartes, a villain who opposes the protagonist of the original work.
As the youngest daughter of the Duke of Descartes, she created many difficulties because she was jealous of the main character of the original work who was more popular than herself.
‘At first, I had a hard time because of that b*tch.’
The first boss was also a mercenary hired by that b*tch. For reference, the nickname of the boss was Newbie Cutter.
For now, the good thing is that I will never have to face that newbie cutter, and the bad thing is that I will become a slave to Frances Descartes.
‘f*ck.’
No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think I can live a flat life. It’s true that the goal is to survive, but death is expected as long as you’ve become Jean Warenberg.
I pondered and pondered over and over again. Would it be better to go under the command of Frances Descartes as planned and change her future, or would she somehow find a way out and avoid being enslaved?
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“… ….”
But before that, what should I do from the current situation?
Fortunately, there is no way to survive here safely. If only I could release this bond, I could somehow fight and escape.
The Jean Warenberg I entered has an S-class combat ability. Killing dozens of soldiers with a single sword was no more than a task.
The reason Jean Barenberg was captured must be because his men were taken hostage. Because he was more affectionate than he looked.
He would have spared the lives of the others if he had surrendered politely.
First, I looked around and looked around. Hundreds of people are currently in captivity. The number of soldiers guiding these people is in the tens. If only the restraints were undone, escaping would be a piece of cake.
“Hmm.”
However, the problem is that I don’t know how to use my power properly because I’m not in perfect shape right now. I tried hard to move his arms, but these filthy thick handcuffs wouldn’t budge. I was stuck from the very beginning.
‘Is there no choice but to become a slave like this?’
The time when I was biting my molars in agony. The sound echoed in my head again.
[Tee-ring.]
[Synchronize the stats of the character and the player.]
[Player’s Skill Level – Best]
[Character’s Ability Level – Best]
Suddenly, strength began to rise throughout my body. Thanks to my cool-headedness in an instant, I was able to clearly know how to move and what judgments to make.
“Huh…… !”
I put strength on my forearm and widened my wrist to the left and right. Although his strength increased more than before, it was still impossible to undo the handcuffs.
It’s partly because I haven’t properly adapted to this body yet, and the handcuffs are so thick that they’re tied so tightly that I can’t get them off no matter how hard I try. You have to use another method.
The first thing I noticed was a sword hanging from the waist of a soldier walking next to me. He jumps in momentarily, pulls it out, kills the soldier, and unlocks it with the key hanging from his chest.
This would be an absolutely impossible operation for an ordinary person, but with Jin’s body and improved abilities, this would be possible.
I checked my eyes moderately. The soldiers did not appear to be concerned that we would escape. A state of being completely careless.
“Huh!”
I instantly broke off the line and slapped the shoulder of the soldier next to me. People in front of me and behind me fell from the recoil.
“Ouch!”
The eyes of the soldiers are focused here.
“What!”
“There is a defector!”
“Take it down now!”
You have to move fast. I moved my hands that were neatly gathered together, pulled out the sword from the waist of the fallen soldier, and cut off the rope tied to the body. Sugak! Afterwards, he stabbed his sword into the stomach of a fallen soldier and finished it off. It happened in an instant.
“Cheer!”
Blood gushing from the mouth of the fallen soldier. Could it be that synchronization with Gene Barenberg has progressed? A normal person would be shaken by the fact that he killed a person, but I didn’t budge and took the key.
“There! Come and unpack this!”
“Yes, yes!”
A nearby prisoner of war hurried over and inserted the keys at random.
Clap. Clap. The man in front of me was looking for the right key, but I ran out of time. Other soldiers came close by.
“Ah!”
Am I going to get caught again like this? Is there no other way?
“Escort Her Highness!”
“Your Highness is the only hope of the Warenberg Kingdom!”
The prisoners of war around me began to roar and move for me. Despite being tied up, he struggled to and fro to block the approaching soldiers.
“Ouch!”
One was overpowered by a soldier. Two people were stabbed with swords. Three people were cut by the sword.
“Hurry up! There is no time!”
While prisoners of war were dying like that.
“I found it!”
Clap. Clap. Ting!
I finally found five keys that fit the handcuffs, and finally unlocked them. I turned the blade while checking the condition of my free wrist.
“Get out of the way everyone! I’ll sort it out!”
The prisoners of war who moved for me step back with delighted smiles.
[Synchronize the player’s controls and the character’s movement.]
[Player’s skill level – best.]
[Movement becomes lighter!]
My body became as light as a feather. I surrendered to Jin’s senses without missing a moment.
Concentrate.
Time slowed down and the sound disappeared. Taat! He rushed in momentarily and swung his sword freely between them.
“Keah!”
“Turn it off… ….”
Puffed up. Dump. Cut by the sword out of nowhere, they collapsed without even being able to scream properly.
“What!”
“Damn it, Jean Warenberg is out!”
“Everybody retreat!”
I have no intention of missing them. If information leaks out, it will be tracked down.
I ran again. Swung the sword It moves by relying on the synchronized abilities and the senses engraved on Jin’s body. A bloody smell lingered from the sword he swung without rest. Nearly dozens of people died, and the sandy plain turned into a bloody desert.
“Whoa.”
I took a deep breath and came to my senses. Nearly dozens of soldiers who were transporting us were all down.
“Your Highness!”
The survivors come running with a smile. I cut their ropes and freed them.
“Find the keychain on your own. From now on we go into individual action.”
“Yes? Her Highness is the hope of the Kingdom of Warenberg! Moving alone… !”
“Don’t vomit at my decisions.”
Poof. I brushed away the blood on my sword.
“From now on, we each live on our own.”
“Your Highness, but… !”
There is nothing more to talk about with them. I have no obligation to rebuild the Kingdom of Warenberg. In fact, above all else, it was impossible to rebuild the Kingdom of Barenberg in the original work.
“Let’s pray that everyone’s future life will go smoothly.”
I said that and walked slowly towards the front.
By the way.
Dag dag dag dag dag dag!
I heard the sound of horses hooves hitting the ground.
From the front I looked at, an army of knights, easily numbering hundreds, was approaching.
‘Ah.’
It’s ruined.
