SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

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The pharmacist closed his eyes.

After a while, her lips open.

“... If it wasn't for the king, I'd still be in the back alley. Took all the equipment... Honestly, I can't imagine what happened. ”

The pharmacist slowly opened his eyes.

Beyond the glasses, her eyes were much clearer than before.

“Yes. I want to repay you for what you have done for me. I will devote myself to making a cure without thinking about it.... but I really can't see around when I'm distracted by my work. No courtesy. He's probably very arrogant. But..."

“It doesn't matter. ”

I nodded.

“Do what you can. ”

Now is not the time to care about trivial manners.

I just need an Alchemist in the future.

“… I understand. ”

The pharmacist had his glasses fixed.

She turns her head to look at the Drug King.

“Old man.”

“Ugh? What? ”

“From now on, please support me with all your strength. ”

The Drug King frowns. The old man's wrinkles were as thick as his stubbornness.

“Supported? Supported? Have you seen this white thing? Sweetie, this. Cold water has its ups and downs! Where did the little blue kid tell me to only support this drug lord...? ”

“Skill Card open. ”

"… Huh?"

Bloop from the pharmacist's hands, cards appear.

1 Golden card. Three silver cards.

An ordinary hunter has acquired four skills that are hard to acquire. Only advanced skills of Class B or higher.

The drug king's eyes widen.

“Nothing, Muenya. Are you bragging about my skills? Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... What is the real skill of the unknown...? ”

The pharmacist said.

“You can take a look. ”

“What?"

“You can see what my skills are. ”

The drug king was embarrassed and did not react immediately.

Of course. To Hunter, a weapon of skill is a spleen. It was a know-how never to be seen by others. Revealing a skill is like confessing not only to your strengths, but to your weaknesses.

In other words, bypass (24858; ). Stupid and stupid.

“Or should I just show it to you myself? ”

But the apothecary was not rough.

“This skill is [Moving Hospital]. ”

She turned the cards over herself and showed them to the Drug King.

“Everything from blood tests to EEGs is in real time. I can pull out my pre-stored medications and use them. But there's a two percent chance that there's a mistake. This is a biography. You can see the patient's condition on a genetic level. I combine the two skills to minimize the chances of errors…."

“Now, wait a minute! Wait a minute!”

The Drug King caught my mind late.

“Hey! Why are you showing me your skills! What if I get caught up in this with Alchemy or my partners? ”

“It's okay. I promised I wouldn't worry about that. ”

The pharmacist said.

“You can make it public if you want to. But until this time, please be sure to support the cure. ”

“No, so why are you... ”

“You need inspiration to keep your development time up for one day. ”

"......."

“You don't want to see me, do you? ”

The pharmacist looked at the King of Medicine. It was a cold look because it was dumb. She was always a ragged pharmacist, and now her face is completely blank.

“Are you angry that the young one is so ignorant? It must suck that someone like me has talent, right? You think it's annoying that I have a long life ahead of me, and that I'm going to be treated by people for a longer time than you? ”

"......."

People's voices are often likened to birds. However, I assure you, the voice of the pharmacist could not imitate any animal. Let's just say, yes. It was a voice that reminded me of bugs.

A tingling sensation of fire ants.

"If you help me with this one,”

The pharmacist fixed the glasses.

“The recipes I've been making. I'll give you everything.I won't even say it's my recipe. Keep it. Write it down. Tell people it's the recipe you invented --"

At that moment, the pharmacist's glasses slipped and fell to the floor.

The old man slapped him on the cheek.

"......."

The pharmacist picked up his glasses. And I wiped my glasses silently with my sleeve. There were fingerprints on the left cheek. The pharmacist put on his glasses again and quietly looked at the old man.

The old man trembled.

“The white one..."

“I'll analyze the zombie virus. ”

“You will know there is a sky in the sky. ”

“You do what I tell you to do. ”

“The day will soon come when your pride will be shattered and you will rot away. ”

“I'll write down what you need. ”

“Someday you will, too.”

“Back then, the old man said,

The old man and woman said at the same time:

“You'll find someone better than you. ”

“Find it and give it to me. ”

And the two hunters are silent.

The druggist sits on the left and the druggist on the right with the pagan leader's corpse between them. If the apothecary mumbles something, the apothecary writes it down. A colorless air. Two people closer to the still painting than a portrait, just having an office conversation.

“Your Highness, I'm sorry, but please leave. ”

The apothecary mutters, putting a scalpel on the corpse's head.

“I care about the sound of the king's breath. It's very, very disturbing. ”

“Catch six more zombies on the way out. ”

The Drug King looks into the corpse's dark mouth. The purple and black bottom of the zombie's tongue is pinched with tweezers.

“We need more samples. Young man. Older people. Different genders. And if you have a medicinal ingredient that says you need me, bring it. ”

I nodded.

“Leave it to me.”

From that day on.

We got into exhibition.

It was also a waste of time to eat. Washing my body was luxurious. The apothecary and the apothecary didn't bathe even though there was a hot tub right next to it. Night and day, both hunters scavenged the cliffs and studied only zombies.

“Ugh…. The atmosphere has changed greatly. ”

You see our group as if they were beautiful.

“Are you trying to get an epiphany? Young people are eager.”

“Why don't you cook something called a clam pan or a Doripal risotto? ”

The monk flirts with the druggie king.

“Indeed, the Imperial Soothsayer was good at crying. Even if the world were fine, I would appoint you the cook of the Daenam Palace. ”

“Get out of here, I'm busy. ”

The Drug King raised his head without raising his head. I put one hand in the subspace pocket, and bam, I threw the water bottle.

“If you're hungry, fill your belly. ”

“Hnng.”

I wonder if it's a pity that I won't be able to taste the Drug King's cooking. Moorish brutality, he finished his tastes. However, I was happy to catch and drink the Bleing H20 thrown by the Drug King.

“Snot. Don't bother the busy people. Let's go. ”

“Got it. Got it. Gosh, I'm having a hard time listening to you these days. ”

He grumbled as if he were tired.

“I wonder how many gangsters are scattered again today... ”

“Will they go far? Come on out of there. ”

“Come.”

The Muslim monk grumbled and left the cave with the thousand horses.

You want to round up the zombies like you did yesterday. To spend the 991st day of the Jell-O War.

One day passed.

The day the world came to an end, one day closer.

Another day passed.

One day.

Again, a day.

Countdown.

One day, just waiting to be destroyed.

A world of Orgols that has yet to stop.

“Hmm."

A week.

It's been a week since I fell into the book of revelations.

That day, Thousand Horses looked up at the ceiling of the cave.

“…… I can only go out today. ”

There was a blizzard in the world. The wind blew my eyes and blew me away, making no distinction between heaven and earth.

The world was a dark snow globe.

This was the first time I knew that white could be dark.

“Well, there are days like this. ”

Thousands shrug their shoulders, saying there's nothing to be done.

“On the contrary, it was a good day for a few days. When it was bad, it was more than 30 days ago. There was no sunlight, so I couldn't move a step. ”

“Then the bulldozers will keep moving. ”

I told you.

“Are you okay? If you go too far, you won't be able to recover the reinforcement. ”

“I can't help it. It's to lose.”

A thousand horses sighed.

“Three years ago, the power of the main institute reached 1,000. It was just like those little boys from the sect that the old man brought. But as time went by, there were forces that went so far that they couldn't even come. ”

I will.

Missing bodies. Bodies that were disgraced, not missing. With every blizzard in the sky, the thousand horses and the mangroves would have lost a few bodies.

“That's what scares you the most. ”

"Hmm?"

“I woke up and went out into the snow when yesterday's lecture disappeared somewhere. ”

"......."

The thousand horses stared at me quietly.

“Did you want to feel afraid of the throne? ”

The woman's eyes were silent.

Even the hair, even the clothes.

Her appearance was only consistent in black, and she seemed desperate to resist this world that had become white snow.

“Yes, I think you will. ”

“Indeed, the whole world has been turned upside down. The head of a man who speaks such nonsense can't be harmed. You should be thankful that the world is doomed. ”

“You and the oath are masters. I'm sorry to compare you to me, but you have a lot of skill in batting. ”

I quietly turned my gaze.

There was a Muslim monk sleeping in the hot springs.

“But no matter how hard you try, it's not infinite. ”

“What are you trying to say? ”

“When does the internal air run out? ”

Stop.

“You're blocking the cervical vertebrae with the internal air. He said that his heart rate, breathing, moving his arms and legs were all solved by internal air. ”

It's like wearing a winning sword 24 hours a day.

I shook my head.

“No matter how much internal air you have, you can't go on like that forever. ”

“Let me ask you again. When are you going to run out of internal air, ma'am? ”

The woman said not long ago.

Man will die someday.

The words resounded. It was the echo of the enlightened one.

There is only one way for humans to realize something.

I had to go through it myself.

“…… really. ”

The thousand horses groaned.

“Really, it's a quick understatement. ”

“How many days? ”

“... let me fix it a little. You're a filthy, quick catch. ”

This world.

How the thousand drank will fall.

When I think about it, it was surprisingly simple.

“When the internal air falls, it becomes impossible for you to move your body. ”

“Yes."

He looked up at the sky.

From the pierced ceiling of the cave, a blizzard in the sky was raging.

“You'll break your toes and fingertips first. Then calves and wrists. Knees, shoulders. The lower back. It will not turn the inner air in turn, and the body without the inner air will eventually rot. ”

Literally necrosis.

like a building that shuts down one after the other when it runs out of fuel.

At some point, the two become motionless.

“Heart. Lung. ”

The woman finds herself in the chest of a shabby robe.

“Merchant Guild War.”

And he pounded his head.

“It leaves only three parts and all parts rot. No, we leave the others to rot. ”

“... You already knew that. ”

“Shaolin lasted a year together. ”

He smiled bitterly.

“He's lying in bed, just in case someone's hungry." At the last minute, um... Except for the face, it's not much different than a brass braid. My whole body is rotting black everywhere... I couldn't even chant Amitabul with my last will and testament. ”

"......."

“Are you afraid?" Yes, I'm afraid. ”

People's voices are often likened to birds.

However, I can assure you that the voice of Heavenly Horse could not imitate any animal.

“I'm afraid of the script. ”

A murmur like a single flower falling.

“I'm afraid I'll run out of internal air. I'm afraid I'm going to run out. I am afraid of blizzards and not sunshine, and I am afraid that the servants of the throne and the servants will disappear when the day is bright. I'm worried about how many more breaths I can take with each breath I take. I'm afraid that every time my heart beats, I will feel a few more beats in the future. ”

Thousands groaned.

“Gear fears the throne won't kill the old man. I'm afraid that old man won't be able to kill the throne. I fear the day will come when I will lie on the bed with the old man. I'm lying on my bed, lying on my back, just waiting for the air to dry up. ”

A meaningless death.

Even if they struggle to the end, it doesn't mean anything. It snows and falls on a dead world, leaving nothing but a landscape.

“Ah.”

This is the end of the thousand drinks.

It was the end of the world.

“I'm also afraid of this world. ”

One day passed.

The eighth day of the Apocalypse.

Two days until the end of the world.

“Maduya.”

Lying on the bed, a mutter mutters.

“I can't move anymore. ”