SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

1.

- Mwah!

Orcs roar.

Maybe it wasn't a roar, it was just a temporary roar. But it sounded to me like a long faint star. 50 seconds! The roar of Orcs kept ringing in my ears for just a minute.

“Khh, ugh · · ·! ”

Torn head pain.

- Hey, focus.

In an indefinite amount of time, the messenger is desperate.

- Don't be afraid of Orc scumbags! Orcs only count their strength ignorantly, but their attack patterns are monotonous. As long as we know where they're coming from, we can easily evade and counter them. It's fucking gum.

“It's easy to say! ”

- He's coming.

Boom!

An Orc swings a club. No, I was swinging it. Slowly. The club runs toward my head slowly, but clearly. If I don't do something soon, I'm gonna get my head bashed in in in in in in in less than 20 seconds.

“Shit, foot! ”

I ran to the side with all my might. But my body didn't follow me as I thought.

Slow down!

Just one step. You can avoid an Orc strike with just one step, but that one step is too slow. I felt frustrated. I felt like I was going to burst.

We can definitely avoid that! We don't even know where they're gonna hit us!

- We can avoid it. Don't give up.

The messenger said badly.

- Focus the error on your feet. Enhance your Awakening power! Feel the rush of death in your heart into your right foot. Come on!

Damn it.

"You're a ghost and you live to tell the tale! ’

I felt like I was born for the first time. How do you concentrate that on a bridge? It was really easy to say.

However, there was no other way. We have to try. Even if I didn't have a fear of death, I didn't want my head to explode from Orc steamed clubs!

Move out!

The flow of the heart. It feels cool and clean, somehow thinner than blood. It's like a clear-cut stream. Focusing on that cool sensation, you try to push it towards your right leg.

Cripple.

Though the error writhed in my heart because it was a little rewarding...

- Harder than you think, right?

It was difficult.

- I don't have an orb-roaming hallway in my system yet. The road's not clear! The analogy to your body now is a deep mountain pass. I heard you can only use it to get through to the highway level.

“Huh, town! ”

I continued to focus on my right leg, hearing the messenger's panting. If your heart was a clogged tap, your right leg was like a cup underneath it. One drop. One drop. The orb flinches from the faulty faucet.

- At least now I feel like I'm on the elixir. Normally, you wouldn't. Tsk. That girl's hygiene is filthy, but she's definitely good at something.

Whee!

The club inflated the wind pressure. It's passed me by in a daze. Huff! A small gust blows from the passage of the club. The wind hit my skin and scattered the mountains. Maybe a second. No, half a second later, the clubbing would have ruined my whole body.

“Uh, how · · ·. ”

I was relieved that I'd dodged an Orc strike for a while.

“Will it work, huh? ”

The orc blushes, and its nostrils ring. You don't like it. The fact that prey that looks weak like me dared to evade their attacks. The Orc immediately pushed the club back.

- Glug-ug!

This time, slash my waist horizontally.

There was no rest.

I focused the error on the upper half.

What's going on?

“Osols, roads, highways! ”

The tap of the heart is still clogged. I didn't see any water gushing out. My throat was burnt and thirsty right away, but the only thing I could find was a drop of error.

‘I'm angry, but the messenger was right. ’

A weed-covered trail without a single soul.

It was a good expression for me now.

That's why I was wondering.

If we ever get off this level.

If we're going to escape.

“How, how, how! ”

- Huh.

The messenger smiles.

You were strangled when Grandpa Marcus killed you, weren't you?

I did.

I remembered who the crescent moon in the night sky was.

The messenger's words dug into my mind.

- That's the level of a clean road.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Streetside streets.

A beautiful blow like that, barely. I can't believe you're a street hustler.

- Grandpa Marcus still has a long way to go. You don't have to say anything. Zombies. Not because I'm so stubborn that I want to go after you, but because I want to. Chuckle.

Knuckle.

I bite my teeth.

Mm-hmm?

Oggi has arrived.

“Suck · · ·! ”

I fell to my upper body. Boo! An Orc club passes through the air above your waist. You are close. You barely escaped the second attack after the first one.

And I had no intention of allowing a third strike.

- What?

Squeeze your knees together.

- Look at this.

The error was focused on the soles of the feet as is. I tried to bend it like a spring, not just to gather it, but to bend it like a spring. 5 seconds, 3 seconds, 1 second. When I thought the error had gathered, I jumped to the power.

The sword is raised.

The target is Orc Tits!

- Oh, yeah?

The monster looked down at me puzzledly. I shined in his eyes, and his blade shone. My blade that reflected my eyes grew larger and larger. A split second. My sword stabbed me in the neck, and the Orc's expression distorted with pain.

- Craaaaah!

Under the night sky. Screams spread across the vast hunting grounds.

That's it, I thought.

- Don't let your guard down!

The messenger shouts.

- Orc flesh is thick! Focus the error on the tip of the blade! No, that would be too difficult. Just pour it out like you're smashing it!

I did.

- Rrrrgh!

The Orcs' screams intensify. I took a drop of the error that flowed from my heart and squeezed it out to the end, punching it into the sword. Every time a drop of the orb seeps into the blade, the screams from the monster become more painful.

- Khh, khh, khh!

Pa!

Blood spatters. Orc blood rushes over my face like slow, slow motion. I wasn't avoiding. I didn't even blink. Rather, at least a drop of his order was forced to load onto the blade.

“Die! ”

A very short moment.

I feel the blade pierced through the orc's neck all the way to the other side.

- Grrrrrr.

The Orcs are shaking.

The roar lasted a long time. The Orc slowly falls back. Fluffy! I didn't miss the blade, so when the monster fell, I fell.

“Heh, heh, heh, heh! Ugh · · ·! ”

I breathed hard as I looked down at the dead Orc.

It was not just breathing that was difficult.

Ugh. A little later, the whole body aches. My eyes were spinning. Without exaggeration, it was a real pain that would tear my limbs apart.

“Ugh · · ·! ”

- Does it hurt? It's gonna fucking hurt.

The messenger flew around me.

- You're making a mistake on a subject that hasn't been cleared yet. There's no way your weak body can survive this! It's the same thing.

“I, me · · · pretty · · ·! ”

- Ah, but it was good to bend the last error like a spring. That was good. I'll give you a compliment. I have to be creative all the time. People get it wrong, but the smarter they are, the better they fight.

I wasn't even curious about that right now.

“Hee, hee · · ·! Ugh! ”

This pain!

The pain of crushing bones and rupturing blood vessels. It was only in the interest of how to calm this fever immediately. Usually, the pain is dull over time, but there is no such thing now that the elixir has increased indefinitely. It just hurts. It keeps hurting.

I thought I was gonna die.

- Does it hurt like you're dying?

“If you look, I don't know. ”

- Then you'll be fine if you really die.

What? I'm sorry.

- When you push through an error, you're a semi-annoyed person. You can't fix this with potions. With a permanent scar. So you just turned yourself into an idiot for catching an Orc.

“What, what · · · · ·. ”

- I told you, zombie. If you didn't have regression skills, I wouldn't recommend this kind of training. Grandpa Marcus eats elixir, but he just plays the crown jewel. I'm not as ignorant of monsters as you are.

This ghost?

- But you come back when you're dead. It's a dog! No matter how hard you use training, you'll be fine. I envy you. I envy you. I wish I had regression skills like you!

Wow.

How could you hate me so much?

Maybe he's got some kind of passive skill or something. Otherwise, I couldn't explain why his personality was so rubbish.

- Zombie, but if you kill yourself, you're gonna get a kill count again.

“Yeah · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

- You don't have to count any more kills here. It's dangerous to be seen by Grandpa Marcus.

Kuang.

The anxious sound behind your back echoes magnificently. I heard it somewhere, and it sounded like I'd only just heard it. I looked back and felt anxious. A monster that looks like the Orc you just defeated stands drooling.

“Zen · · · Chapter · · · ·. ”

Monsters were the same, but my condition was not the same. My body is currently semi-annoyed, as certified by the deputy. My whole body was in so much pain that I could barely lift a finger.

You're full of hunters who can't even master error in your lifetime, and you've only had one hunch at a time. At this rate, maybe a hundred deaths will suffice. From one natural path, 100 deads to one.

The messenger smiles.

- Let's go zombie! First off, 1st Death Gazia!

Along with that, an Orc club begins to descend. Slow. Aim for my head, exactly.

I opened my mouth as I looked up at the club.

“To, seeds, feet. ”

Rrrrgh!

Have you ever felt a broken nose in turn, cracked skull, exploded brain?

Of course not. I'm glad you didn't. It really feels like something.

If it's any consolation, I heard voices as soon as my brain exploded.

[You're dead.]

The world is back to normal.

To be precise, my sense of time has returned.

‘Phew. ’

Black space.

A place to stay for a while after I die and then come back.

Now there was someone who didn't want to get used to it.

- Yeah?

He was the one behind it.

What the hell is this?

· · · A place to stay when you die. When I died from salt and swordsmanship, I picked my skill card here. Well, I'm temporarily going to call it the Commandment. ’

- That's fucking weird.

The messenger swoops around the dark space.

- But zombie, why am I here?

It's me, okay? Maybe you framed me for it. ’

I sighed.

I come back with this voice saying, "Wait a little longer, I'll be back 24 hours ago." Oh, I was wondering if you were coming back with me or not. ’

I was curious, "

[Skill conditions are achieved due to death.]

[Randomly copy Monster Orc's skill.]

‘· · Huh? ’

- I'm sorry?

The messenger and I stopped at the same time. We turned our heads to look at each other. The messenger was making a ridiculous face, but my face probably wasn't that different either.

[Forms a skill card.]

In the dark, two blue cards came to mind.

I stare up at it and mutter dazed.

‘· · · Did monsters also have skills? ’

And the messenger shouted.

- What the hell is this?