SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

1.

One winter day.

The thyme crossed the snow with its mother.

The day is cloudy, and snow pours down into the cloudy sky. In the blizzard, man was only a shadow.

Her back was as dim as a shadow.

The saffron aroma raised the sound.

- Mom!

I was suddenly afraid of the thyme. The snow was too loud. His voice is obscured by the sound of his eyes and rarely resonates.

- Mom!

Her shadow was still far away.

The thyme is in a hurry.

I had to walk faster to chase after my mother. But the more I walked, the more I breathed. As I walked, my voice became smaller. What should I do?

- Ugh.

If you want to catch up to your mother, you have to stop screaming and walk faster. Or should I scream as hard as I can to stop walking?

He did not know the Little Heaven Horse.

While not knowing, the shadow grows further away.

- Mom!

Eventually, the thyme stopped.

- Mom!

I stopped my feet, but my voice was a little more intense. Until now, he has taken away the place where his voice would enter by foot. The thyme now thought that the mother would turn her head and look at herself, and that the shadows would be as clear.

But I wonder what happened.

The shadow grows further away.

While the thyme was shouting, it got further away.

Soon, the mother's shadow was engulfed in a blizzard and became no different from the snow.

- · · · · · ·.

Whether the mother abandoned herself.

Whether he intended to say goodbye naturally as an excuse to cross his eyes.

Or did she really lose herself?

I didn't know the smell of heifer.

I didn't know.

2.

[You're dead.]

When I close my eyes for a moment.

It was a place of endless darkness.

[Skill conditions are achieved due to death.]

[Randomly copies the skill with a beeswax scent.]

My hell.

[Forms a skill card.]

I remembered the cards before my eyes.

But my immediate concern was not the skill card.

I sighed and told the messenger.

‘Sword man. You memorized the paperwork?

- Well, somewhat.

The messenger scratches the back of his head.

The Iron Sheet was studied desperately by the apothecary and the pharmacy king and wrote down the results. That was important. I couldn't memorize the contents of the document calmly, as the heavenly horse fell into a coin mouth.

Combine what you've memorized with what I've memorized, and the pieces will fit just fine. We need to get back before we forget.

‘OK, let's quickly pick a skill first. ’

- Mmm-hmm.

The messenger moves from the air. And I recited it to him from the back of the cards. Thousands of skill sets were quite extensive, but one of them caught our eye.

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[Heaven's Prayer]

Rank: A +

Effect: Bridge. They hate the logic of the heavens. They not only created a cult to hate and curse, but also a doctrine at last. The Divine Constabulary is a shaman with the essence of doctrine.

Those who awaken the Archmage can tear the sky apart and crush the Mountain! However, we must deeply understand the hatred and curse contained in the New Founding Fathers' herbs.

The more you hate and curse the world, the more colourless the sky will become. A master of martial arts drama. He is the one who will turn the sky upside down. However, it is difficult to maintain your self when you open a new body.

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Necromancer.

It was a name without fanaticism, but I couldn't say anything.

‘· · · · · · · This is what we saw earlier, right? ’

because it was really that powerful.

I wielded my sword from afar, but the drug-lord's neck fell off. The serpent died before he could stand the triangle. Even I, who was proud to be trained in the fight against the [Fall Rain Demon King], could not chase the thousand horses' spread swords with my eyes.

The feasts of the lowest heaven.

Typical horsepower.

The messenger frowns.

- After all, it's about how we deal with the world, whether it's free or true.

"Handle the world? ’

If you try to embrace the world in abundance, it's largely disseminated. If you want to scratch the world, that's a bridge. So the Muslims in the sect make their own bodies out of [vessel to accept the world], and the martyrs make their own bodies out of [fingernails to hold the world].

Hmmm, and the messenger crosses his arms.

- Let me give you a simple example. The upper slash with the sword from above and below your head. It is similar to [tiger running] in some Yupa, so it is called José's sword.

Boom!

The messenger pulls into position and swings his arms.

'· · · · · ·!'

For a moment, I flinched. I can really feel a predator rushing towards me.

It was strong.

I sometimes forget because my tone and tone are so dull, but the underling is swordsmanship. It was an unmanned man who almost conquered the tower with a sword.

- Well, actually, it doesn't matter if it's a tiger or an ox or anything. The herbs vary greatly depending on what the founder of the shaman and the researcher realized. Anyway, it's important to [imitate] a tiger or an ox.

Imitate, Imitate

It makes something of the world its own.

That's what the messenger meant.

- But the horseman is different.

The messenger regains his position.

Same pose I had when I was swinging my arm.

- Here's what they say when they teach herbs.

Suck, and the messenger steps forward.

- Think of the anger you felt when the thief hurt your belly.

The air is cracked with nothing.

Faced with it, I accidentally stepped back.

Face.

It was the face of the messenger.

An endless amount of cold anger stands on his expressions.

Like he was a completely different person.

-Think about the moment your sister was taken away by Hyundai. Remember your weakness for doing nothing. I waited one night long in front of Guan, but in the morning, draw a picture of my brother who had just come back as a cold corpse.

The quarterback opens the sword.

Despite not holding the sword, I see the sword behind me for some reason. The sword is as black as the space in which we stand.

- Remind me of burying your brother's body all by yourself. Was it winter? Maybe the ground froze and didn't burn well. Did you dig up a bad piece of land with your fingers? Is the nail broken? Is the blood from the broken nail?

'· · · · · ·.'

- After all, his brother's body was buried in a pit that could not be dug. Did you put a pile of cold dirt on his body first? Did you sprinkle a handful of dirt directly into the face of your brother who didn't ask for it until the end?

I can't breathe.

As the sword behind him continued, the endless open space seemed to narrow. My head was a little dizzy. Even though it was just a gesture of the hand and an arm, the messenger's grudge was shaken.

- Think about the grain of dirt. Grab the sword with your bare hands. Wield the sword with a swipe of your hand that scattered dirt on your brother. Denounce your helplessness and the cruelty of the world.

I muttered in a groaning voice.

‘Nails Scratching the World · · · · · · · · ·.'

- Yes, I am.

The messenger reaches for his arm.

I was out of breath.

- It's called the Heart Strategy. It's literally a way to inspire and drive. Whether you're a gangster or a hunter, the battle will be divided depending on how well you use internal air or error.

The messenger shrugs as if nothing had happened to him.

- In other words, a full-scale fight. The horseman is a little overwhelmed.

'· · · · · ·.'

- Well, zombie, you don't have to learn.

I quietly looked at the silver skill card.

- No, you don't need to learn any more. Who is this body? I thought you said you were the greatest Muslim in the universe. I don't know, but you're already slowly learning my feasts! It's like garbage compared to being a martial arts master.

I want to learn.

- Huh?

The messenger blinks.

‘I'm learning. Necromancer.’

- Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

Blink, blink.

Approximately three seconds later, the messenger recovered the verbal message.

- Why?

‘I want to learn. ’

- This is rubbish compared to mine!

The messenger begins to panic.

- Zombie, did that "Thousand Horses" grip seduce you? Holy shit. It's just that he poured out his Qi and wore it for a while! It's mulberry, mulberry, mulberry! Zombies. You shouldn't get drunk on unmanned mulberries in your sleep!

I laughed bloody.

Are you upset that I'm trying to learn how to do it without you? ’

- What is it?

‘Don't worry. Of course, our swordsman is the strongest in the universe. You think I don't know that so I can learn to be a quack? ’

- Mmm.

The messenger twitches his nose.

Still, my pride was satisfied because I stood up a little. This ghost is really easy to deal with.

I'm the best. · · · Then why are you studying martial arts?

to completely target this stage. ’

In other words, to bring the right end to the world.

Imagine if a cure were to be made. Then we save the Heavenly Horse, the Furious Beast, and we're done. Other humans have been dead for over two years. Healing won't bring him back alive. Isn't that right? "

- Mmm-hmm.

The messenger narrows his eyes.

- You're right.

‘And how would that end? In the new world of the reborn, there is a blind man and a thousand horses. Sword man, does this look like a good ending to you? ’

- · · · · · ·.

The messenger turned into a poop chewing face.

You're probably thinking of the Thousand Horses and the Muslims as a couple in your head.

- No, that's not right. I can't imagine the two of you becoming such a beautiful couple. Feeling bad · · ·.

"Right?"

I looked right in front of her.

[Please select a skill card.]

Shhh! Shhh!

The cards roamed the void in a frenzy. But I had already placed a card. My gaze did not miss the silver card.

‘The creation of the cure is only the first condition needed to make [a good ending]. Ultimately, a great ending depends on whether the characters in the work are truly satisfied. · · ’

I reached out and grabbed the card.

‘I want to give the Thousand Horses and the Muslims a perfectly satisfying ending. ’

[Selected.]

[Copy the skill.]

Of course, it didn't end here.

[Modern Your Hunter Rank is Class D.]

[Skill penalties apply.]

The nightmare of a thousand angels.

A grudge against her heart.

Another hell to cross.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy that killed you.]

[The depth of the penalty is medium.]

However, this was not the first hell I would cross. Probably not the last.

[Anguido.]

I'll have a chance to speak quietly about the landscape of hell I crossed.

3.

After I came back a day ago.

I committed eight more suicides.

It was to return to the first day of the book of revelations.

“---Cold!”

Just like the last round, the serpent cried out in surprise. The apothecary and the apothecary instinctively hugged themselves. The frightening cold has overwhelmed our group.

Gooooo!

The blizzard thunders at the top of the wall. Etsu! The pharmacist has already started coughing.

“Well, what's so cold? I thought this was Moo-Rim. ”

“Hiic. A Siberian field."

It was white snow.

For me, the last ten days have been a familiar sight.

However, the rest of the party is in a state of panic, and I hold the pharmacist's hand without a word.

“Ah."

The pharmacist cautiously bows his head.

“Go, thank you. Four Kings.”

"· · · · · ·."

A short memory struck my mind.

I continue to believe.

The upper half of the apothecary scattered in the snow. Then I remembered the red-brown snowfields in succession. My heart palpitated a little.

I said it badly without feeling bad.

“Of course it does. Please take care of the Medicine King. ”

“Coming!”

“And there was a human shadow just now. ”

Unlike the last round, this time I lead the group. Soon the blizzard subsided, and in front of us was the forest of Inyeong. No. The woods of the dead have spread.

The serpent is confused.

“· · What. Why are all the humans frozen? ”

“You look like a zombie. ”

I touched the face of the corpse.

“Huh? Zombies? ”

“Yes, take a look at this. ”

I'm the mouth of a zombie. Pointed to the teeth, exactly.

“Your teeth are covered in flesh. People here may not have the habit of brushing their teeth after eating, but this is a little harsh. It's called biting something like an animal. ”

"· · · · · ·."

My words changed the face of the pharmacist.

She looks into the corpse's mouth with a solemn look. After a while, the pharmacist became surprised.

“· · · Really. There's a discrepancy between the body's owner and the flesh and the DNA found in his mouth. They're completely different from each other. ”

“Yi, didn't you eat human flesh? ”

I didn't like the Drug King.

“Why. Old people used to eat flesh. · · · · Not zombies. ”

“The date of death seems odd to me. ”

The pharmacist had his glasses fixed.

“The date of death was about three years ago. On the other hand, the owner of the flesh shop died two years ago. It would be impossible if the body hadn't been alive for a year. Hard to imagine · · · Yes. I'm guessing it's a zombie-like creature, like the king said. ”

“I don't like monsters in horror movies! Do something!”

“G. Inspire. You can say anything to me."

The pharmacist looks embarrassed.

‘Okay.’

It went much faster than the last round.

Even if the zombies start to move like this, it won't be as big a deal as last time. Are you predicting the situation or not? This alone changed people's reactions completely.

Above all.

"Hmm."

In my mind, I remember the results of the past few days.

“Master, the druggie king. ”

“Yes?”

“Ugh?”

“I have an amazing skill. I can't tell you what skill it is. According to my skills, · · ·. ”

I explained the findings step-by-step.

My memory wasn't perfect. He couldn't have memorized the file all at once. However, when he died and returned 24 hours ago, he was able to memorize the document once again.

The messenger told me to memorize it together.

“Mmm-hmm. ”

Following my explanation, the pharmacist was lost in thought.

“· · Awesome. It's the perfect research method. It's flawless. It's like I did, but the terminology is completely different from mine. No, it's really, really great. You have great skills, don't you? ”

The pharmacist looked at me with admirable eyes.

In my view, the pharmacist speaks very highly of himself.

Well, he's considering himself a 'really, really great’ person. In this crumbling world, maybe that confidence is something. At least that's how I see it.

“Hm. Isn't it nice to have less time to study? ”

The drug king thought it was easy.

“Anyway, I want to get away from the zombies. Ugh. I wish there was someplace warm to stay. ”

Back then.

“Hahahaha!”

I hear laughter.

Last time, I didn't know who the owner of the laughter was. But not this time. It was an old man who burst into laughter, a landlord of the Southern Palace.

“This is the end of the world! ”

“Ha."

And...

“The dog that passed by must have fallen down and laughed. '

I heard the voice of the thousand horses, of course.

"· · · · · ·."

I breathed and approached the sound of my voice. Baszec, your eyeballs are crushed under your shoes. The closer I got to the voice, the clearer the scene in my head was when Heavenly Horse confessed his feelings one day.

Fear.

“As long as the throne is intact, so is the world of Mado. ”

"I am also afraid of God.

“Victory line. You are the one to bid farewell to the jungle. ”

Where is Nam-goong Un?! Bring me the Tailor of the Southern Palace! Let the brutish monks rule!

The lowest of the world.

It's the most powerful thing in the world.

The woman who survived until the last moment.

Unmanned, in an infinitely sad sense, to realize the existence of a celestial toddler zone.

"Whew."

The drone was still smiling.

I was still smiling, standing in the middle of the snow, facing the world.

It's like the only spot on a blank page.

“What a long tongue. The bloodlines were just out of the country for a little while, under the guise of the throne... Hmm? ”

I just...

I hoped that that point would lead to one line.

“Are you? ”

Thousands of eyes widened. I watched as if I couldn't believe how I was walking towards myself. It was worth it. She's probably the first living person I've seen in years.

“Uh-huh. Is this about seeing things in vain? Like a living person moving."

“My Lady.”

I arrived in front of the woman.

Then I got down on my knees slowly.

The cold snow fell on my weight.

“Huh?"

“Out of the bird, I came here stammering for the Heavenly Mother's blessings. From a very long time ago, I was deeply fascinated by the reputation of the golden man. ”

I don't know how much time this is going to take.

I stood up and cried out to the thousand horses.

“Accept me as your disciple! ”

"· · · · · ·."

He opened his mouth as if he had seen a ghost.