Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 238 A Wild Heart, Finding a Woman
There's a river ahead.

"Should we find a bridge or swim across?"

Crete, carrying a dwarven battle axe, turned to Hyjal and said, "The river isn't wide; we should be able to swim across."

Hyjal looked up and said in a deep voice, "It's getting dark."

"Let's just swim there."

He was just about to get into the water when Duncan stopped him. Duncan looked at their dwarven half-armor and heavy battleaxes, warhammers, throwing axes, and javelins with a hint of exasperation, and said, "Are you sure you can swim?"

Hyjal weighed the heavy equipment on his body in his hand and nodded, "It should be fine."

I'm an amazing swimmer.

He once fought with sea monsters in the North Sea and also slept with a beautiful fisherwoman.

Duncan shook his head helplessly, looked at the others, and said, "Come with me."

"Let's just walk over there."

After saying that, he asked the others to hand over some of the luggage to him. Then he found a place with lots of sand and gravel, took a deep breath, and walked into the not-too-fast river. His feet sank about half a meter, and Duncan held his breath and walked directly to the other side from underwater in just two or three minutes.

"Yes!"

"We could actually walk over there."

A group of simpletons took a deep breath and went down into the river one by one. The barbarians were strong and could not suffocate them. Soon, their heads emerged from the water.

"I feel stronger!"

Uska showed off his hamstrings underwater and gurgled as he spoke, "This must be a gift from the God of Strength, who teaches us to pursue a strong and healthy physique."

"Today I'm going to do a hundred more weightlifting reps."

A group of muscle men who aren't very bright, but thankfully their heads aren't pointy.

—Usga (3-star silver-gray).

Duncan glanced at them from God's perspective and saw that these barbarians had indeed become stronger; in video game terms, they had leveled up by slaying monsters.

"Crete, get them to start a fire."

Duncan tossed the javelin to Usgar and ordered, "Go find some prey nearby; we're almost done with the food the dwarves gave us."

"Bruce, you should come along."

"Hijra!"

"Give me the wine flask. Don't think I don't know what you're holding; it's cooking wine."

Barbarians cook terribly.

Duncan couldn't stand it any longer, so he cooked for himself and grabbed a few bottles of dwarven wine to remove the fishy smell and add flavor. According to the warband's rules, they were not allowed to drink alcohol normally, as it would lower their guard, but Hyjal was a drunkard, and only Duncan could keep him in check.

Oh shit.

Next time, we must take advantage of Hyjal's drunkenness and beat him up to teach him a lesson.

"I didn't drink it... really..."

Hyjal stood up awkwardly and handed the bottle to Duncan. He just wanted to have a taste to moisten his throat. Barbarians respect the strong. According to the teachings of the God of Strength, those who are physically strong should naturally lead those who are physically weak.

Therefore, in the entire team, only Duncan and Haijal are of equal status.

Because he once defeated Hyjal.

Duncan spent a lot of time with these barbarians and understood their temperaments. They weren't really like the barbarians in Dungeons & Dragons, but more like the barbarians in Heroes of Might and Magic.

It's a stronghold barbarian who puts all their attribute points into strength and attack, and none into intelligence.

But a group of simpletons are more obedient than smart people.

It didn't take long.

Just after the group lit a campfire, Usgar and Bru returned carrying a large crocodile. He excitedly said, "Look what I found!"

A crocodile weighing around 300 pounds is enough to feed them for a day or two.

Duncan pulled out his dagger and started cooking. His skills were mediocre, but far better than the barbarian's.

Crete helped cut the meat, while Hyjal and Bru wrestled. The others watched from the sidelines, and occasionally someone would join in, only to be taken down in a few moves.

Duncan glanced up every now and then, thinking to himself, "Hijar still has a bit of a childlike heart."

"The environmental impact is too great."

Barbarians are born that way, and Hyjal is a pure barbarian.

This is the adventurous life of a barbarian.

They could even be described as a group of warlike vagabonds, searching the world for glory and women. The money they earned by killing people and monsters was not enough to save. Their only wealth was their strong physique, their skilled combat techniques, and their companions who fought alongside them.

at this time.

Suddenly, a prompt appeared on the projection page of the dimensional space.

—"Wild Heart (Condensing): You are gradually understanding the true meaning of barbarian life. For thousands of years, countless barbarian warriors have lived like this, seeking the truth of the world from a simple life. Although their lives are short, they are full of wildness, freedom, and untamed nature, as brilliant as a shooting star streaking across the sky."

(The human host's alignment is slightly tilted towards the chaotic alignment.)
(Wild Heart will slightly enhance the barbarian warrior's innate abilities and increase their maximum power after going berserk, with a small chance of comprehending a trace of the laws of the [Wildness] domain.)
The subordinate concept of natural priesthood.

Wilderness.

Duncan, when inhabiting this human form, plays the role of a savage, which makes him slightly different from other human forms. He kills people and sleeps with women, all following his heart and even his primal human instincts.

Undoubtedly, his judgment was correct, because one of the fundamental aspects of barbarian warriors is 'wildness'.

The barbaric era.

Only by being wilder than others can a barbarian defeat powerful enemies.

Their battles are actually about unleashing the 'beast' side of humanity. People with too many constraints in their hearts can never understand the true 'wild way' in their entire lives.

"It seems that the original human form did indeed take the wrong path."

"No matter how hard he trains."

"Unless your mindset is not up to par and you cannot understand the true meaning of the Wild Realm, you will never be able to surpass Hyjal!"

This is somewhat like the Three Thousand Great Paths of the East.

Legendary powerhouses represent a qualitative leap; they not only need to possess immense power, but also must understand a fundamental law that resonates with the world.

On the projected page, a flame-like mark ignites.

—"The Path to Legend (Activated): The human host has embarked on the path of pursuing the realm of legend. The root laws that he understands, masters, and resonates with will be transformed into the realm concept he possesses after advancing to the legendary level."

(The currently highlighted areas are Wildness and Power.)
Understanding, compatibility, and adherence.

The unity of knowledge and action.

Duncan, after all, had the foundation of a human host and a deeper understanding of the laws of the world, so he immediately grasped the key to advancing to the legendary barbarian.

It's actually a way to break through bottlenecks.

They are even somewhat like Eastern Taoist practitioners, except that the Tao pursued by barbarians is very different from Eastern thought.

Don't let Hyjal and his group's simple and seemingly dim-witted appearance fool you.

But they didn't suffer any major losses either.

Furthermore, they were happy and pure, deriving spiritual satisfaction from battle, physical satisfaction from sleeping with women, self-identity from glory, and pursuing something beyond the essence of life.

The barbarians' strength increases by leaps and bounds!

Many barbarians, as long as they don't die, have the opportunity to reach the threshold of higher levels by their thirties.

"Follow your inner wild side?"

"Is it actually easier to master the path of rage without using your brain?"

"That's outrageous."

Duncan handed the roast meat to Crete next to him. Right now, he didn't need to think. His wildest thought was to beat up Hyjal, vent his anger, and stretch his muscles.

This way, you can live more freely and have a clearer mind.

So he went for it!

Hyjal had just finished wrestling with the berserker Bruby, and the difference in their strength was not significant, although Hyjal was slightly stronger.

He was sitting on the ground panting when he saw Duncan's figure loom over him like a dark shadow.

Haigar's expression froze for a moment.

No!

You're still here!

But in an instant, Hyjal's expression turned serious. He looked up and stared into Duncan's eyes, his expression one of shock, and said, "The primal path of our ancestors?"

The barbarian's intuition is too strong.

Not only Hyjal, but also the nearby barbarian warriors noticed a subtle change in Duncan.

Although it's not the power of rage, wildness is still the barbarian's forte.

"So this is the beginning of a legendary journey?"

Crete was also very shocked. Barbarian warriors called the pursuit of advancement through the laws of the domain the path of legend or the path of destiny. Only very strong barbarians could embark on this path of transformation of the essence of life.

Duncan set the remaining cooking wine aside, beckoned to Haigar, and said, "Come on!"

"You beat me."

"The remaining half bottle of wine is yours."

Haigarden was full of fighting spirit at that moment!
He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol for three or four days, which was more attractive to a barbarian who loved to drink than gold and silver.

boom!
The moment the two collided, a fierce wind raged, and the ground trembled slightly.

The scene resembled a head-on brawl between the Hulk and Abomination; their mere collision shattered the rocks on the ground. Both possessed formidable physiques and strength, their punches landing with raw power, a relentless exchange of blows that produced sharp sonic booms with every casual strike.

But Duncan's fighting skills are clearly superior!
But Hyjal's fighting spirit was even higher; even if he was knocked down, he could get up in an instant, just like an unkillable cockroach.

With the 'Wild Heart' buff, Duncan was able to go toe-to-toe with Hyjal in hand-to-hand combat for the first time, and was not suppressed by Hyjal's divine bloodline attributes at all.

"A legend, no less powerful than any divine bloodline!"

Duncan had a profound realization: legends are the ladder for mortals to ascend; once you reach that level, the gap between ordinary people and prodigies will rapidly narrow. Although he was still slightly lacking in innate attributes, the difference in strength was no longer as significant.

Roar!
With a roar, Duncan executed a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, slamming Hyjal heavily onto the ground like a cannonball. Hyjal was stunned for a long time, a dizzying negative status appearing above his head.

The surrounding barbarians cheered.

Duncan reached out and pulled the head-shaking Hyjal up, then tossed him the half-empty bottle of wine and said in a deep voice, "It's a draw today. Let's do it another day."

He was actually a little injured as well.

Hyjal was extremely ruthless.

The other man reached out and took the wine jug, gulped down a mouthful, his breathing heavy, and shook his head, saying, "No. You won today."

"Your skills are superior."

"But I'm getting stronger too, and you'll be the one to lose next time."

Hyjal is also transforming and growing.

He's like a spring; the more pressure Duncan puts on him, the higher he bounces.

If you don't put him through some intensity, Hyjal will only think about sleeping with women all day long.

Duncan looked slightly surprised, patted him on the shoulder, and turned to grill meat. He had a fight, was hungry, and didn't need to use his brain. He really lived a very simple and clear-headed life.

Next time, when Hyjal is drunk, I'll beat him up again.

Then, looking down on him, you mock him, saying that alcohol makes you weak, powerless, and makes your legs weak, making you as frail as a woman, and ask if he can get rid of his drinking habit.

Duncan discovered that aligning with the path of the wild wasn't so profound; it was simply about letting your mind be free and living life to the fullest.

This can be considered a very primal, childlike heart.

Today, Hyjal lost to Duncan, but he was quite calm about it. Everyone else thought it was normal, because no one would say anything if someone lost to a powerful figure who had embarked on the path to legend. Even the raging gods tacitly approved of it.

In fact, after Hyjal lost once, everyone thought, "Oh, that's how it is."

That's the weight of a legend!

Just as Crete was urging everyone to eat meat, a refined-looking figure with a thick beard and hair appeared by the river not far away. He was a middle-aged man wearing a light blue robe, dressed like a traveler. He approached the campfire from the darkness, then stopped at a distance and looked at the group, saying, "Warriors, would you mind sharing some of my food?"

—The River God of the Westmir (Divine Power) (Descendant of the Ocean Gods) [Five-Star Silver Gray].

Neutral entity.

The sudden appearance of a person made many barbarians wary, and everyone, including Hyjal, looked at Duncan, waiting for him to speak.

These barbarians had complete faith in Duncan's judgment. If he ordered them to kill someone, they would have chopped the River God into mincemeat in the next second.

"Please sit down!"

Duncan gestured to Crete next to him, and Crete immediately stood up and made way for him.

Hyjal seemed to be deep in thought, as if he had guessed something about the other party's identity.

He's becoming more and more fond of thinking!

When muscles couldn't solve all his problems, Hyjal had to start using his brain. Humans, too, only started using their brains when they couldn't defeat ancient beasts.

The refined yet robust man sat down, reached out and took a piece of crocodile meat, took a bite without regard for his image, and looked up to say, "Thank you. Do you have any wine?"

That's going too far.

A bunch of barbarians haven't had a drop of alcohol for days! And he comes in asking for drinks right away!

Look at Hyjal, a legendary hero, he got a beating and only got half a bottle of wine in return.

Meat is plentiful, but alcohol is not.

Duncan wouldn't give him any wine either. He's just a mere River God, and he'll need that little bit for cooking later. Besides, Hyjal will steal a drink, so he might not last long enough to reach the next town.

In this day and age, alcohol is considered a luxury.

The dwarves could afford to treat them to lavish drinks and revelry because they were wealthy and had mined plenty of minerals and gems underground.

A group of barbarians glared at him, which immediately made the River God feel a little embarrassed.

Their intentions are unclear; we should be grateful to have some meat to eat.

I still want to drink!

Do you have no idea how troublesome it is when a bunch of barbarians have a drinking problem?

"With meat but no wine, wouldn't you get bloated?"

The River God of the Westmir rose and clapped his hands toward the wide river. Soon, a rushing sound of water rang out, followed by the appearance of some alluring figures draped in thin veils. They were not the water spirits Duncan had expected, but a group of water ghosts.

This was just a small river, far inferior to the Thep goddess he had slept with.

Here comes another one trying to gain some fame.

A group of drowned water ghosts used illusion magic to transform into beautiful women, carrying wine and meat to the campfire. The barbarians nearby were eager to join in, but were silenced by a glance from Duncan and Hyjal.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

It wasn't until Duncan picked up the wine jug that the other barbarians began to boast excitedly. Hyjal looked thoughtfully at the River God and then at the others.

Since the River God wants to show his face, let's grant his wish; after all, he's not trying to take advantage of us.

However, avoid touching water ghosts, as they are considered to have heavy yin energy.

She's not Nie Xiaoqian.

After the group of barbarians had eaten and drunk their fill, the River God had left sometime earlier. Unlike in the past, while the others drank heartily, Haigar drank very little, seemingly harboring a slight wariness towards the River God.

Before dawn, Hyjal suddenly walked up to Duncan and asked with a slightly puzzled look, "Is that man a descendant of the Oceanids?"

Why did he host us?

Duncan looked calmly at the opposite side of the river. Others couldn't see him, but from God's perspective, the other person was still in the water.

He stood up, patted his backside, and said, "Probably for the sake of reputation."

"In the future, we will have glory and legend."

"When people mention this place, it's quite an interesting little story."

"Helping others is helping yourself."

In Journey to the West.

On his journey to obtain the scriptures, didn't Tang Sanzang encounter a group of tree spirits and apricot fairies? They didn't make things difficult for Tang Sanzang; instead, they treated him well and even offered him beautiful women, but in the end, they were scared away by Sun Wukong.

It's the same principle, except that the River God doesn't have much wealth.

Haigar looked like he understood but didn't quite, but he did write down Duncan's words.

"Let's go!"

"Wake these drunkards up! They drank so much yesterday, today they'll all be carrying a heavy stone on their way!"

Duncan kicked each of them in the buttocks, waking up these drunkards.

The barbarians are too fond of alcohol.

In the North, perhaps because of the cold, people drink very heavily.

Haigar was watching closely and learning from him.

He discovered that since Quinn had awakened his wild side, he had become more and more like a true savage.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

Duncan had the others carry his weapons, then he swung his grandfather and knocked off a huge rock, carving it into a pillar. He gestured to Hyjal, telling him to carry it. Everyone had a turn, and one by one they carried the pillar and moved forward.

Beyond that point, there are no more dangerous monsters, as the Gold Coast is known for its wealth and stability.

Besides, barbarians have plenty of strength; a hundred kilometers of travel only requires one meal.

Berserker Blue was a little confused. He glanced at his grandfather, whose shoulder was gleaming with cold light, and then obediently carried a stone on his way.

Go all out at full power!
If they want to survive in this barbarian warband, they must make a name for themselves and become legends. They can't let some nobodies or monsters take their heads. True barbarian warriors must die at the hands of legendary powerhouses.

Previously, Hyjal didn't care, and so many people died even when killing a Hydra. Now that Duncan is essentially the de facto leader of the chapter, they have to be dealt with severely.

With proper training, these barbarians have the potential to reach four-star silver-gray rank, which isn't difficult.

Duncan didn't expect them all to survive in the end.

But at least in the future, I will die like a true warrior, leaving my name and achievements in this legend.

Haijal hasn't been forced to train for many years.

The last time was during his teenage years.

The divine child couldn't help but turn his head to look at Duncan. Not far away, Duncan carried his grandfather on his shoulder and lifted the several hundred-pound package with one hand, hanging it on his back.

Forget it.

For the first time, Hyjal understood what it meant to avoid trouble.

When muscles can't solve the problem, the brain kicks in.

Assess the situation and act accordingly.

Sometimes the truth is that simple and unadorned; only the one with the bigger fist can reason with others.

A group of simple-minded barbarians poured out their passion and sweat.

With longing for the Gold Coast and beautiful women, they stepped onto the wide road ahead. As for Duncan, he somehow had a vine in his hand. Anyone who slacked off would be whipped, and they would run faster than a rabbit.

Finally, the second day of camping was extremely peaceful, because all the barbarians were well-behaved, their abundant energy having been almost completely exhausted on the road.

call!call!call!
Hejal is practicing weightlifting with a stone block specially made for him by Duncan. His solid muscles look like they've been cast in steel. His gaze is resolute, less impetuous, and filled only with a strong desire to defeat Duncan.

Crete initially wanted to slack off, but after a moment's hesitation, he also started practicing weighted jumps.

The barbarian's signature fighting technique is a jumping slash.

He's been getting a lot of teasing lately about his weak legs and unstable lower body, so he needs to strengthen his leg muscles.

Blue seemed to have adapted to the life of these barbarians, chopping wood with a knife, occasionally glancing up at Duncan, who was cooking diligently, and Hyjal, who was practicing hard.

This kind of life was something he had never experienced before. Although it was simple, it seemed to be very happy, and he didn't have to think about things so much.

"Wake up, everyone! We're here to work!"

At dawn, a fat man dressed as a wealthy businessman and several guards appeared beside Duncan, looking at a group of shirtless barbarians with fear on their faces.

He patted Crete's face and said to Hyjal, "There's a band of bandits ahead, they seem to be roaming gnolls."

"You guys pack up and try to earn some extra money."

Hyjal remained silent upon hearing this, picked up the half-ton stone pillar, and prepared to set off.

The other barbarians followed suit.

When Hyjal led them, they basically only killed the big monsters. Duncan didn't pick and choose, so he also killed the small monsters as a way to stretch his muscles.

After walking for a few days, they actually got a title.

—Monster Slayer Band.

—Giant Slayer-Hyjal.

The more people there are, and the more prosperous a place is, the more it needs to build its reputation and legend.

A group of bare-chested barbarians, without even carrying weapons, each carrying a stone pillar, charged towards the bandit camp ahead.

What a mighty and valiant group of men!
The wealthy businessman from the Gold Coast was dumbfounded. Duncan only gave him a look, and he obediently and respectfully presented a bag of gold.

The warband has now expanded in size.

Their group now had an extra cart, three horses, and a Simir guide. However, the horses couldn't be ridden because they were too heavy to carry the barbarians.

When the dwarves left, they gave them a great deal of treasure.

pity.

These barbarians love drinking, eating meat, fighting, and chasing women, and they've squandered most of their money.

There was no other way but to cut down the trees and earn a living.

Haigar had no desire to argue about any of this; he hated having to manage the meals of so many people.

During this period, he lived a simple and unpretentious life, engaging in activities such as slashing people, eating, wrestling, training, fighting, and sleeping with women, while his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

This was the adventurous life he had always longed for.

The battle ended quickly.

Hyjal, leading a band of barbarians, wielding heavy stone pillars, caused the enemy's morale to collapse in a single charge, leaving behind a trail of flattened wilderness bandits.

You get what you pay for.

Duncan may charge a high fee, but he's also highly efficient.

When Hyjal came down carrying the stone pillar, covered in blood and exuding a menacing aura, the group packed up and were ready to set off.

In less than ten minutes, the job was completed.

on the way.

Crete crept up to Hyjal and whispered, "Hijal, we think we should find Quinn a beautiful woman once we get to the Gold Coast."

Ok?
Why wasn't it found for me?

Hyjal looked puzzled. He had been the most active monster hunter lately, so why was he looking for a beautiful woman for Duncan?
Doesn't he have a hard time?

Doesn't he need beautiful women?

Crete lowered his voice and said, "Haven't you noticed that Quinn has been particularly irritable lately?"

"They're getting increasingly harsh."

Hearing this, Hyjal seemed to understand something, then suddenly realized and said, "Hmm. It really is time to find him a beautiful woman."

"He likes women with slim waists, big breasts, and big butts, right?"

"You've arrived at the hotel. Keep an eye out for things."

After saying that, he took out a dwarf diamond from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "Remember to find a pretty one. This guy has very picky tastes."

Barbarians aren't picky eaters.

However, Duncan was very picky about food, and he was never seen actively seeking out women in the towns he passed through.

"rest assured."

Crete patted his chest and assured him, "We've pooled together some gold; we should be able to find him a very beautiful woman."

They were very generous throughout the trip.

Even prostitutes are sometimes given gold dust, because apart from a strong muscular physique, other gold and silver treasures are just external possessions.

The god of strength, Kord, was a hedonist.

Duncan has pushed them to their limits. He's been training them too hard lately, and the brutes are all looking for a pretty woman to vent their frustrations on.

The barbarian's mind is simple and unadorned, and it even feels a little slippery to the touch.

at last.

After traveling for nearly half a month, they arrived at the Gold Coast. Looking into the distance, the city walls at the end of the horizon seemed to radiate a faint golden light under the sunlight.

Everyone perked up; they could finally rest.

Oceanids, mermaids, siren sea monsters, giantesses...

The barbarians were lost in thought, and even Hyjal showed a hint of longing on his face.

"Let's talk first."

"No gang fights allowed. If you're going to fight, do it cleanly and don't smash up people's streets!"

“Especially you two, Haijal and Bru.”

Last time, in the hill dwarves' territory, they lost half a street; they cut down all the hydra lizards for nothing.

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(End of this chapter)