I'm the Only Totem in Another World - Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Morning Tent Erection Knight （1）

“It’s morning. Wake up.”

I opened my eyes at the touch of someone tapping my shoulder.

“Ah.”

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

There were so many interesting topics and conversations that I ended up oversleeping.

“Are you sick?”

This barbarian woman with a sharp, masculine face is Sonya, my friend.

“Just had a lot on my mind last night. Thanks for waking me up.”

“No problem.”

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

It has become an essential daily routine after going through the most painful time as a man.

“Phew.”

My little buddy, you’re standing tall today as well.

Of course, it’s not because I saw Sonya’s face. It’s just a physiological phenomenon.

Satisfied, I left the tent.

The Chieftain offered me a personal tent, but I chose the tent used by the warriors.

Being treated specially like that would only create distance between us.

In order for comrades to become close, they must sleep in the same barracks.

It’s an age-old tradition that every Korean man knows.

“Hmm.”

The other warriors were outside doing light warm-ups.

Sonya and I were the last ones out. I can roughly picture the situation.

Considerate Sonya must have waited for me to wake up, and when I didn’t, she must have tapped me awake.

She’s not a beauty by any means, but she’s a good person.

I joined them with Sonya and did some light stretching.

“Your eyes are red. Did you not sleep well?”

The warrior woman who was stretching her leg muscles next to me spoke. Her name is Misha.

See? Since we live in the same place and have built a rapport, someone like her initiates a conversation with me.

And she’s a woman, too. Her arms are as thick as my thighs, and she has a large scar across her face, but still.

“I was suddenly reminded of old times.”

“Really? Be careful, your body will get tired if you don’t sleep well.”

“Okay.”

I slowly stretched and logged onto the community forum.

It’s good to check the forum from time to time like this.

[Garlic Salt Bread: When crying, it’s ‘Bach-heuk’ and ‘Gogh-heuk’, when laughing, it’s ‘Tchaikovsky-ki-ki-ki’~!]

Not funny.

[Fallen Power Knight: Found research data from the Evolutionist School. The chief researcher named ‘Jay’…]

Too serious.

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

…Too dark.

[I Trusted the Monkey Man but: Real-time Seongbungi… Before the first attempt at village subjugation…]

This one is not bad.

I read through the posts that were uploaded abundantly from early in the morning, one by one.

Oh. Sanz posted for the first time in a while. Let’s see.

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

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: （Information） Extremely strong demon appears in Tibera

Information from a reliable source.

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

It’s so strong that it can cover an entire area with demonic energy.

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

A strong demon appearing, huh.

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

Should I check the comments too?

[Fallen Power Knight: Tibera, isn’t that the place? Where Abraham died]

ㄴ [Full Play: That’s right. The Dark Cloud Demon passed through there]

[I Trusted the Monkey Man but: You can trust the information given by the legendary 3 knights]

ㄴ [Goollreu: Yeah, he was the one who said that the Overlord of the Dead was in Dubenheim last time]

[Not a Netkama: Thanks for the good info hehe]

There’s a Netkama too. I’m suddenly curious.

Why does this guy only react positively to Sanz’s posts?

It’s weird because he leaves awkward and artificial flattering comments as if he’s never complimented anyone before, instead of just naturally acting friendly.

It’s even more suspicious because he’s Not a Netkama, one of the worst users in the community.

Maybe this guy, like me, received help from Sanz. That’s why he might be leaving positive comments.

“Tsk.”

No matter what, if you’re going to leave a positive comment, you have to do it properly without being obvious.

Now, let me show you an example.

[Morning Tent Erection Knight: This is really helpful information. I was heading towards Tibera thinking I could get something, but I almost died. You saved my life! As expected, Sanz, you’re the best!]

This is how it should be done.

Oh, as soon as I commented, I got a private message.

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: That]

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: If you’re going to comment like that, just don’t;;]

[?]

[Hmm… Is it that bad?]

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: Seems about right]

This is so frustrating. Even when I try to help, I get criticized.

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

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: So-so]

It’s weird to say this now, but he’s a mysterious friend.

He’s friendly with the barbarians who are hostile to the entire civilized world, including the possessed, and he knows about things happening in other distant regions…

Does he have an artifact that makes barbarians like him or a hidden flying skill?

Whatever it is, he must be a stronger Paladin than me. I should ask him to carry me later when I meet him.

[The source you mentioned in the post is a barbarian, right?]

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: Yeah]

As expected. He’s suspiciously close to the barbarians.

[I should tell our Chieftain just in case]

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: I think they already know?]

…What?

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: I already spread the news through the priestess here]

Ah.

Barbarian priestesses handle a mysterious power called magic. I guess he used that to relay the information.

“Siu, the Chieftain is looking for you.”

A warrior approached me.

“Another spar?”

“Probably.”

“Okay. Tell her to wait a moment.”

Sparring from early in the morning is so tiring.

Well, there’s no helping it.

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

Barbarians look down on warriors who avoid sparring as cowards. To continue living here, I can’t refuse.

Whoever made this rule, it’s such an ignorant culture.

I roughly put on my armor and headed to the training ground.

“Siu!”

The biggest and strongest woman in the tribe was waiting for me, wielding double axes.

Hella, the Chieftain of the Ashgrey Fog Tribe.

“Good morning.”

“Yes! Good morning!”

She’s a barbarian warrior woman with visuals that would fit in a Yankee-style American game, not a Japanese bishoujo game.

A powerful woman who looks like she’s about to unleash a whirlwind and crush me.

How is this a woman?

Sigh… Why are all the women around me like this?

Sonya. Misha. Hella. They’re all closer to ‘warriors’ than ‘female warriors’.

I don’t need this kind of harem.

“Did you eat…”

“Take up your weapon!”

“…”

Ah, my ears are ringing. Even if you boiled a train’s boiler and ate it, you wouldn’t be able to make that sound.

I drew my sword and charged at her.

After about 30 minutes of fighting.

“Hmm! Refreshing! Let’s stop here!”

Hella smiled contentedly and lowered her axes. It’s the kind of smile a murderer would have.

“It was a good spar.”

Refreshing my ass. I feel like I’ve just finished running, no, marching with full gear from early in the morning.

“Hahaha! I enjoyed it too!”

Hella, bursting into hearty laughter like a man, patted my shoulder with her hand the size of a cauldron lid.

Thump! Thump!

It hurts like hell.

How can the sound of hitting a human body be the same as hitting a sandbag?

“Can I go now?”

If I stay with this musclehead woman any longer, my whole body might break down.

I have to get out of here!

“No. I have something to do today. Spare me some time!”

“Yes?”

“I need your, sgil?.”

“It’s skill.”

“Yes, that!”

“…Is it because of Goga-nim?”

Hella nodded. Sigh, I guess I have no choice but to go.

I entered the third largest personal tent in the tribe with her, who was a head taller than me.

“Su, surprise attack! Surprise attack! It’s the demons! Aaaah! Aaaaaah! Uwaaaaah! All warriors mobilize! Chieft—!”

A scrawny old man was yelling, swinging a staff with a boar skull embedded in it.

This senile old man’s name is Goga. Hella’s grandfather and the former priest of the tribe.

He was fine until 5 years ago, but he went mad from overusing magic.

“Calm down!”

Solra, the current priestess of the tribe, was holding him back, but it seemed difficult for her to handle him alone.

“Please bear with me for a moment.”

I held Goga and used the Purification skill.

I’m level 4 now. I’ve been hunting and subjugating demons consistently, so my experience points have been accumulating quickly.

People on the community forum say that at level 4, you can subjugate a village on your own, but honestly, I’m not sure.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been focusing on buff skills?

“Young man… Don’t get too caught up in magic…”

“Ah, yes.”

I calmed Goga down and laid him on the bed.

“Chieftain-nim, shouldn’t you have told me about this before the spar?”

No matter how I think about it, the old man’s seizure seems more important than the spar.

“Is that so? Hahaha!”

She just laughs it off. I’m the idiot for saying anything.

Just as I was timing my escape from this troublesome situation.

“Ah… Malak-nim?”

Solra, a middle-aged woman with a pure charm, suddenly knelt down.

What’s with Malak-nim?

“Mom! We decided not to talk about him when this person is around…”

Hella looks at me with a terrified expression. Talk about him? I can’t follow the conversation.

Solra slowly shook her head.

“He has allowed it.”

“I see…! What did he say!”

“Malak-nim… said he will descend upon our tribe.”

What? A god is coming here?

Wait, was there really a god named Malak?