SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

2.

Hunger.

What is hunger?

One week after the start of the fast.

"Hmm."

The first day and the second day were the hardest. More than three days later, the pain went away. The visceral movement has slowed. My mind has become slow. My life itself has become a little lighter.

In the parable of human life to the river, the water stream decreases. It dried up like a stream of famine.

Drought.

Quietly biting and biting. The water supply shrinks and shrinks, holding on until one day the stream of pain, the stream of thought, the stream of life drains away.

Is this [hunger]?

I wonder if Thousand Horses wanted this training for me.

“... No. ”

You untie the crown and stand up.

“It's not like this. ”

I muttered badly.

“I'll stay here as long as I don't do anything. ”

I draw the swords. I draw the Magister's Swords in my head, and I swing the swords according to them. No idea.

- What are you doing?

“Exercise.”

It was cold in winter. I took a cold breath. Was it because I drank my eyes for seven days? My breath resembles my eyes and feet.

“I was wrong. It's so stupid... Hunger is more than just hunger. It's not like you're going on a diet or anything. ”

I moved in a week, and I was out of breath.

Your muscles flutter. Your airway tightens tightly.

“Hunger means, you can't eat if you want to." ”

Clumsy swordsman.

But I was sweating. It was different from sitting quietly. My body started to come back to life. The amount of sweat flowing through my flesh was probably the same as the amount of life I had.

“I've been thinking about this farmer for a week. Starving farmers.”

What is hunger?

“Which farmer won't go out to work because he's hungry? whether you're hungry or not, whether you've eaten or not, you have to work. We have nothing to eat while we're working. ”

Maybe that's hunger.

“Swing the pickaxe. We dig the ground, but it's famine. It's been a rough time.No seeds can be produced on the ground. It doesn't even get clogged. ”

I swing my sword.

“There's nothing you can do --"

Then I closed my eyes.

Land.

I feel dry and dry. I think of all the land.

“---That's why I'm starving. ”

A farmer smashes a pickaxe on dry ground. Tak! The kernels will be wasted. It's like an old cookie breaking.

“It hasn't rained in over half a year. ”

-.......

The reservoir is empty. The town's well is dry, too. There is no drop of water in the rice field. In broad daylight, the old man comes out and sits at the entrance of the town. No words, no bite on his wrinkled face.

“It's a drought.”

The sun is hot.

Some villagers have already abandoned farming. I abandoned my field. I abandoned my job, so there was little reason not to abandon my house. The villager takes the children and leaves for the beach.

“But this farmer still hasn't laid a leash. ”

- Why not?

“I don't think it's the sea. I don't know how to catch fish. After all, people have to live with the theft they've learned, and farmers only learn how to steal food from the ground. Neither the farmer's father, nor his father, nor his father... ”

A day.

Two days.

Three days.

Farmers go out to the rice fields. I go to work even though it's not worth it. In the evening, I go up the back mountain and peel off the barks of the only edible trees.

“There's barely any bark left. ”

The villagers have been stripped.

As he scattered and looked back, the trees on the back mountain were all white and bare. From afar, it was as if a birch forest had spread out.

Starvation was whitening the world.

“By the way."

The farmer swings a pickaxe on the bare ground.

I swing my sword into the air.

“I can't eat this bark either. ”

I have a family.

“I've been eating shells for over a week now. ”

I have a child.

- So what?

The pickaxe and pickaxe are repeated, followed by swordplay and swordplay.

- So what are you gonna do?

“Let's go to the town well first. ”

Barely a handful of water branches are spread from the well where the floor is exposed.

“Put some bark on it. I need to put a little leaf... and boil it. ”

The fuzzy smell of Ipari.

The pungent smell of tree bark is mixed with water vapor and reeks.

Farmer swallows saliva.

‘I'm hungry.'

I swallow saliva, too.

‘I want to eat. ’

I want to bite the skin off.

A tree bark. The bark is infused with the smell of water and the scent of leaves. It looks sweet. I want to bite it with my teeth. A thick soup will come out. Smell of dirt. Brown food.

The bark was edible soil.

‘I want to eat. ’

But I endure it.

‘I have to give it to my children.... At least give me this. ’

The children are screaming. They're crying.

The bark of a tree that was adorned by my father. Children hate the bark of a tree that their father barely took without eating. I run away. I eat and complain.

Fall down.

‘Ah.'

The farmer slapped the child's cheek without even knowing it.

Just as the farmer swings his arm, I also swing my sword.

‘This is not it. ’

The farmer turns away from his children.

‘This isn't me. ’

…… I'm not the one who usually beats up my kids. He's not that kind of man. It's just that the famine is terrible. It's been so long since I put the right food in my mouth that my nerves are sharpened. I was exaggerated. I was exaggerated....

‘My life wasn't like this. ’

The farmer picks up the bark.

What is hunger?

Since the opening of the world, there have been many famines.

Every time, there were countless farmers, farmers, farmers.

There was a lot of hunger.

Fight hungry.

Can there be a hand gesture in hunger?

"All your knives shall be the gestures of hunger.

Yes, it is.

Hunger has a hand gesture.

Think of the voice of the hungry, the groaning, the arms, the feet, and everything.

The gesture was a farmer slapping his child on the cheek.

The gesture was a farmer's gesture to kick the house down and throw the bark of the tree into the yard.

The gesture was for the farmer to go back and give the children the bark of the dirt.

Think and plant it in your heart.

Since the world opened, some farmers would beat their children, and some farmers would whisper sorry to touch their children's cheeks. Some farmers would beat their children and kill them. If there are farmers who survive until next year, there are farmers who have died with their children.

I did, and I will.

Consider it a Heart.

There was no hand gesture that did not starve.

According to this wick.

"Only by hunger, swing your sword.

I swung the knife with a furious and smooth hand that hit the child.

I threw the bark on the ground and swung my sword with a hand gesture that I had thrown away my life.

He swings his knife with his hand to return the shell to the children.

Only then does the Magister truly exert his power.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The most formal.

The Asayugum employee.

"......."

I slowly opened my eyes.

The white daylight in the snow had suddenly turned to black night.

My whole body was soaked with sweat. When I got wet with sweat, I was hungry. I'm starving. A crazy empty stomach is eating away at my belly skin. The empty stomach seemed to be a toothed worm, so I chewed my intestines up.

‘This is hunger. ’

It hurt.

‘This is hunger. ’

Mahjong.

Claws that scratch the world.

On the walls of the cave, there were scratches on your nails. It must have been a storm. My knives were clearly carved into the stone wall. It was cut down with palm oil and petroleum.

A stone wall, a pillar, and a blade.

despite very little error.

‘But... it's still not enough.' ’

I just reached the edge of the new paladin.

I felt it clearly.

A sword drawn in my head. The image I had in mind. The two felt a match, the senses, definitely caught on the fingertips.

That's how I knew.

“It's still awkward. ”

Where my fingertips are touching.

It's not a mountain peak, it's just the beginning.

- Are you crazy...?

He looked at me with the face of boredom.

“Oh, why is he crazy again? You're training straight this time. ”

- Quite frankly, it would be better if the disciples were trained in color.

The messenger sighs deeply.

- That's why I'm more afraid of strangers. You're the craziest person in the world. The Heart is in the seminal wave, and the Heart strategy sits down for the Bridgers. Oh my god.

“Uh, I'm not sure what that term means yet. What's wrong with that? ”

- Son of a bitch...

The messenger mutters.

- This is so weird. I don't know what he is. Oh, my God. This is crazy.

“Tell me so I can understand. Come on."

- In other words, the master of the sect uses horsepower. You want me to be more specific? [He's an expert on sperm, but he can only use horsepower.] Zombie, are you having a hard time with this?

"Hmm."

I raised my left hand to block my nose.

“I think it's clogged. ”

- This guy's been acting crazy for over a week... No, I've always been crazy.... Did I do something wrong in my past life and get framed by this madman...?

The messenger was pitiful.

- She's distracting me. Wow. What am I supposed to teach this guy? I think it would suck if you taught me the way you taught Grandpa Marcus. What should I do...?

Oh, I'm hungry.

I want chocolate pie.

Chocolate pie when bitten by teeth. Chewy chocolate pie with a white marshmallow on the inside. I want to drink warm milk, and eat just one piece of chocolate pie.

What is hunger?

Confucius, hunger was chocolate pie.

Delicious and healthy chocolate pie -.

- Hey. You're not thinking straight, are you?

“No? I'm thinking about the independence. ”

- Don't bullshit me. You're thinking like an idiot.

Why does he know me so well? Are you a stalker? The ghost behind you is always a ghost. When translated into English, it can be called a ghost stalker. I felt a little bad thinking about it.

You're such a bad stalker.

“I'm serious. I'm serious. Did he die in a hurry? ”

- So tell me, what were you thinking about without a job?

The stalker picks up. It resembles the stalker from its little bites to its sagging parts. Big as a gorilla. Come on, Ghost Gorilla Stalker.

I made a solemn face.

“I thought we'd just take a little break here. ”

Hasan? Are you going to set an example for the Emperor this time?

“Ey.”

I shook my hand.

“I'm barely at the entrance of the Archeologist. You can't kill yourself and go back to Thousand Horses. We can only get the same reaction. ”

Then it doesn't matter. You just need to be recognized.

“What would that be? Nothing. ”

I left the cave.

“Do you know how dead and upset I was when I was ignored that I had never been properly starved by the Heavenly Horse? That's the guy behind me. I can never be appeased by just being acknowledged. ”

- He's in a bad mood...

“The reaction I want is [amazing]. ”

Surprised face.

I want to see my sword and see the horrors of Heaven.

“[So talented. It's not gonna overflow! It's gonna blow! I didn't recognize you as my acting. I'm sorry if the eyes of the throne opened briefly.] ”

Mmm-hmm.

I feel better just imagining it.

Then Thousand Horse's face would be as sweet as a chocolate pie.

“What do you think? Nice painting, right? Do you approve of the swordsman? ”

- You sick son of a bitch...

I came down the mountain and headed for the snow.

“I felt something earlier as I was playing the Shaman. Ah. I've never been hungrier than people of this age. I imagine a farmer wearing a wooden skin.Exactly what kind of bark? How to attach the shell. I couldn't exactly imagine that. ”

Because I haven't tried.

“The clearer I think of the Heart, the more powerful the Divine Constabulary is. [Archeon Necromancer] The reason why the shaman is still weak, even though he has mastered the skill, is just because I feel clumsy. So...

I stopped in the snow.

“From now on, I'm going to fulfill my lack of imagination. ”

What are you gonna do, skin the tree?

“No, there's a much better way. ”

I smiled.

“Caucasian reincarnation. ”

The moonlight shines. The snow is covered in silver.

Suddenly, the cloud covered the moon. The clouds in the night sky became the shadow in the snow. Little by little, the shadow slashes the snow, one by one, a worm with teeth.

Moon swallowed in the shade.

[Activates skill.]

After a while, the cloud retreated.

However, the shade in the snow did not disappear. In the moonlight, the snow fields were no longer silver. Just as the moon couldn't return once swallowed, there were many shadows in the snow.

“My Lord. ”

One of the shadows opens its mouth.

“You summoned me.”

Anglers kneeled on one knee. Baszec. His eyes groan in his knees, making a small noise. Thousands of skeletons stand behind her back.

“Hmm."

I nodded.

“Angler, I have a job for you. ”

“Give the order.”

“This is a world in ruins. Humans have become ghosts and become corpses and wander in the wilderness. I don't know. Maybe a little like the one you destroyed. ”

"......."

The angler grazed his head a little more.

“My orders are simple. Spread out. Spread out and gather the hungry bodies. ”

“Starving corpses...? ”

“Yes."

I watched the snow unfold endlessly.

“Somewhere around here is a village and a village. Find them. Find the bodies that starved to death and bring them here. Bodies are on the move, so they'll rebel, but you're over 4,000. Overpower them with quantities.”

“A few phrases. ”

The anglers carefully open their mouths.

“How many bodies will I get...? ”

“112.”

"......."

Humans with the trauma of hunger. I will learn their hunger.

Learning and learning all about their hunger.

I shall be nearer to Heaven.