SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

I held my master for a long time.

A person's body remains even when his breath is cut off.

So death was cruel and unkind.

“The Man.”

After a long time, I heard a voice calling to me. The elite martial artists in black robes came and surrounded me.

Even while I held my teacher without saying a word, the Jell-O War continued. In the end, the martyrdom triumphed.

“I was in the middle of a fight. Many Christians overheard the Lord calling them disciples. ”

I asked him with a nervous face.

“Did the goddess continue to mourn you? ”

"......."

I looked around.

All the survivors of the war looked at me. Madu also called the Samaritan army. Some of them burst their nosebleeds, their lips ripped open, and their arms cut off. Everyone was drenched in blood and everyone was waiting for my word, dying.

“… I don't know if I inherited the tradition. ”

“Didn't the Lord send you as his disciple? ”

“That's right. ”

I hugged the teacher's cold body a little more.

“I am your disciple. ”

"......."

The unmanned face is stiffer.

“If the Catholic Church had no doubt raised a disciple, they would have taught the Archangel Shrine. I ask you to behave yourself. In front of us, I'd like you to demonstrate a piece of the Archeologist. ”

He was polite, but he said something like, "I can't believe you're actually a disciple of the angel. Show me some proof."

"Just being a teacher's disciple makes me an heir. ’

I realized why he was so hesitant to make me his disciple. Becoming a disciple of the Thousand Horses meant continuing the tradition of martyrdom.

Now that you've taken your last breath of warmth from this world. The law of martial arts was with me.

“… good. Is it enough to spread the Asayuku sword? ”

“Yes, the Pope said right away that [even if you run out, you will not be recognized as a successor to the throne]. We have a knack for deciding with the sword of the unknown and the sword of the great man. ”

Other Christians chatter around you.

“Hey, what's that bloody guy talking about? ”

“Don't you understand that, too? If you look at the equation of the Archangel Shrine, you can see whether you are or not a disciple of the Empress. ”

“Yes? Then why is he representing us? ”

“I know how to be polite among us. He's a recruiter, but he's a bastard. ”

“What? He was a thug? ”

“No. Why are you surprised to hear that? This story has been told... dozens of times in the past. Rivers are rivers, mountains are mountains, and stone is still stone if you tell the stonehead what you know. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“You are a lump of cancer compared to the monopoly of the Four Thousand Gates by itself. The evidence is that I am now progressively suffering from cancer. You are a remarkable creature, given that I have mastered Hungry thirst. ”

“Oh, is that a compliment? ”

“Bastard. ”

“Hmmm.”

An unmanned man clears his throat and opens his eyes to the rabble in the back. The gaze of majesty. It seemed to be the pressure of something telling me to shut up.

However, she tilted her head.

“What are you staring at? Do you want to play?”

“Damn it. Look away. I feel it.”

"......."

Unmanned turns his head to look at me. His eyes seemed to coerce him into, I don't know, "Nothing just happened."

“Aha.”

I smiled a little.

‘Yeah, this is where it's supposed to be. ’

Mahjoo is a place where people who can't learn can rely on their bodies. My teacher was an orphan. Most Christians were naturally blinded by manners.

“Starvation--"

I didn't draw my sword. I didn't want to swing my wings while holding her. I just gestured with an error in my left hand.

The blow is carved into the snow.

“---They are children waiting for the sun. ”

Twitch.

Even the unmanned and chattering Christians who came out on behalf of the Christians kept their mouths shut. In the snowy fields of my sword, the deep valley dug like someone's wound.

I didn't finish by showing Expression 1. Expression 2. Expression 3. Expression 4. I spread all the herbs I had learned to be polar.

It was quiet around me.

Maybe it's because I peeked into the blood of the master and the betrayer. The power of the strike suddenly becomes sharper than before. This was also his condolence.

“The remaining herbs have yet to be enlightened. It's embarrassing.”

“Will this be enough? ”

Bus truck!

The unarmed kneel before the snow.

“I see the traditions of the underworld. The new Cheonmai.”

Subsequently, the deaf, the moon, and the sword fell down in succession. Buslock, Crisp. The snow fell on their knees. Soon, all the survivors of the Jeonha War fell to the ground.

“Long live the traditions of the world! Our bishop!”

I opened the door slowly.

“The Thousand Horses' title is too much. I already have a nickname, Master, and I want only your name to remain forever in your name."

“If you do..."

“The name of the bishop is too much. ”

I turned my head. Across the street, the messenger folds his arms and shuts his eyes. Perhaps they are returning the shampoo they shared with the teacher in their head. I looked into the messenger's face and told the Christians.

“I still don't have enough. I don't have anything to teach you, so how can you call me a bishop? It's just a name for a name. ”

The unmanned man looks embarrassed.

“... You've never been wrong in your life about choosing people. Since He has chosen to be a disciple, the Master will certainly be fit for the position of the Church. ”

“Thank you, but I have decided that I am fit for a Christian position, and I am still not fit to join the legislation of the Church. ”

The Christians murmured.

“Well, then we can't help but wonder how we're going to summon you! I can't even call myself a Master... ”

“Little Bishop.”

Someone said something.

“Wouldn't it be okay to call me a minor bishop? ”

He was a halfling.A churchgoer who told the monk of Shaolin that he would concede the third number to a monk. The broken nosebleed is not fully healed, leaving a dry nosebleed mark on the crowd.

“In Kangho, it's common to say" smallholder "or" sogaju. "It means that you are still too burdened to join the parish. If you do not refuse to join the parish at all, you are welcome to accept it by calling it the Pope. ”

“Hmm."

I nodded. That should do it.

“Yes, please. ”

The Christians sigh of relief. They looked at me with a comfortable face.

“Little Lord, I want to formally thank you. There's no way of knowing what kind of mysterious enchantments you performed, but I remember that we were all bitten by a bully. If it weren't for Little Lord, you wouldn't be able to finish the Jelly-Ear War or pay your respects to the Empress! ”

The unaccompanied have taken possession.

“The rank of the Mahjo Samaritan. Blood clot. Blood 39740; draining power. I pledge my allegiance to the Lord. ”

Following him, dozens of Christians took possession.

“The rank of the Mahjo Samaritan. He's a deaf man, commander, commando. I pledge allegiance to the Lord. ”

“First lieutenant Samaritan. Moon Youngma Army. All of you will be loyal to the monk. ”

“Blackhorse! Behold, a treaty of allegiance with the slaughterhouse. ”

Dozens of them again.

"......."

I slowly put her down.

The teacher used to fit in the white snow like a flower blooming in the snow.

Leaves of Moran, I took possession of the Christians.

“Oh, I hope. Unless my life is ended, the doctrine of the shadow will be immortal."

It was that moment.

[Stage cleared.]

[Quest, 'Remake the World Volume 1’ Completed!]

I haven't heard your voice in a while.

[Stage 22 on the 22nd floor is cleared today.]

[Remind everyone again.]

[Stage 22 on the 22nd floor is cleared today.]

I felt like I had heard it for a really long time.

[Estimating target capacity.]

[End of measurement.]

I said without releasing my authority.

“I'm going to ask you to give me her funeral. ”

[Announce 4 Attackers.]

The snow is split in two at the hands of the teacher.

Inscriptions were engraved in the sky above the mountain peak.

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[Attack Contribution Ranking]

# 1. The Four Kings

2nd place. Pharmaceutical Advocate)

3rd place. Viper

4th place. The King of Drugs

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“Don't give yourself a gorgeous burial. You wouldn't want that. The teacher will be delighted if you just keep her seat until the end of the funeral. Please take care of the teacher---"

Please. I didn't say what was to come next.

I didn't have to move it and I couldn't move it.

When I blinked, my body was already out of the snow.

“Welcome. Four Kings.”

Great Library of the Worlds.

“I've been waiting for you every day!"

The constellation, the librarian, smiled and looked at me.

2.

“Congratulations!"

The librarian was floating in the air.

Five metres of sleeves were dripping like goldfish fins.

And I said, "Well, one last word of [thousand drinks] ends with ’please.’ Well, by" please, "I mean the origin of someone. Origin, prayer. They call it" Baraya. "Please and Baraya are the same thing. In that sense, it's a good ending..."

“Wait a minute.”

I stopped talking about Jang Gwang-gu, the librarian.

I felt [Glamour].

This is the second time I've been to the Great Library. I once read a book for days and nights. I'm pretty familiar with this place.

However, I could clearly see that it was different from the last time.

“… Why are all the other Hunters down? ”

Hunters participating in the Revelation Book raid.

All 250 hunters with tinnitus have fallen to the ground.

“Hmm.”

The librarian raises his mouth.

“Don't worry. I just put him to sleep for a while. ”

“I put you to sleep...? ”

“Yes, she smelled harmless to the body. ”

The librarian reaches out. Dozens of books floated around the constellation. One of them was a book titled [The Tale of a Festive City].

“There are many worlds that communicate with words like you, but there are other worlds that communicate with songs, and there are worlds that communicate with aromas. In this book, people talk about the fragrance of anger, the fragrance of sorrow, the fragrance of joy. ”

"......."

“Of course, there's the smell of sleep. ”

I was nervous and alert.

“Oh, don't look at me like that. This enema wanted to talk to the king, so he kept quiet for a while."

Story.

“What are you going to tell my colleagues after you faint? ”

“Ah, colleague. I knew it! I thought of my colleagues as annoying and useless burdens. This enema has no choice but to weep once again at the gentle heart of the king. ”

"......."

“I can see all the Lord's men here. like a movie. It was an emotional crucible, really. The people here must have welcomed you eagerly. ”

The librarian chuckles.

“But if we leave it alone, won't the enema be able to talk to the king after a while? It's gonna be a long shot.” The librarian shrugs.

“I had to calm people down for a while to find a place to talk. Don't worry.I 've been silent with the most gentle means ever. ”

It was unbelievable.

I looked around quickly. I see a witch. She leans against the bookshelf and stretches her long hair. I approached the witch and lightly caught her.

Biceps.

Thank goodness.

Your complexion is comfortable and your breathing returns to normal.

I made sure my colleague was okay and posted the library chief.

“… if you have a story, please end it quickly and wake people up. ”

“Maybe you're in a hurry. He and I would like to have a more relaxed conversation. I purposely repelled the other attackers and summoned only you. ”

“I'm not done on the 22nd floor yet. I have a sword to find... ”

“Later.”

The Librarian's smile was like a half-moon upside down.

“You can explore it later. ”

"......."

I was nervous.

The librarian is small, so he looks ridiculous. You can summon all the weird monsters in the world. Last time, I swallowed up to 50 hunters in a heartbeat.

‘No matter how skilled you are, fighting now is the best way to do it. ’

I swallowed a saliva.

“... What are you going to talk about? ”

The librarian's smile deepened.

“A very intimate story. ”

Falang.

The librarian lands on the floor flailing his sleeves. Approaching me, the librarian pulled something out of his sleeve.

“Hmm."

Scissors.

“Why are the scissors suddenly...? ”

“You have a good head. I'll trim it for you. ”

The librarian jumped up and cut my hair clean off. I didn't cut much. Half a head? The librarian puts the cut hair in a red silk bag.

"......."

“Your nails are long. If someone who claims to be an unmanned person doesn't take care of their nails, that's a big problem. I'll cut it.”

The librarian pulls another item out of his arms.

It was a nail clipper.

The librarian grabbed my right hand and clipped his fingernails again. From baby nails to thumbnails. And I put each nail in a different silk bag.

Mmm-hmm.

“Hey, Librarian? ”

“Yes."

“What are you trying to do? ”

“My Lord.”

The librarian bends his waist. Kneel on the ground. And as if it were natural, I took off my shoes.

“Say you like people too much, too much, too much. So much.”

“… I'll try. Why?”

"There's just nothing I dislike about him from his toes to his head. It's love. It really is love. The problem is that he doesn't exist in reality, only when he loses. It's a character that exists only in fiction. ”

The librarian took off my socks.

"But, bam! What is this harmony? My ideal novel character appeared before my eyes. ”

"Er... ”

"Well, what do you think the king would feel then? ”

The librarian said seriously.

With a claw clipper.

“Yes, it is. ”

"......."

“That's just it. ”

What's wrong with you?

“Ah, ah! Don't move! What are you doing? If you move, my claw clippers will leave a nasty scar on your marble toes! Then it's a big deal!! ”

“Why are you mad at me? Get out of here!”

“Wait! Wait! I'll carve a baby's claw! One claw! That's all I needed! ”

“What is this starfish doing to me?! ”

“Ah! Ah! If your claws don't work, you can negotiate with three eyebrows! ”

I only just realized [the feeling of camouflage].

“You weren't supposed to be a man of honor! ”

Yes, it is.

The Librarian of constellations has not spoken respectfully. Haoche was stubborn. I'm sure he was, but now he's giving me something in return. This was the identity of the camouflage.

“Use Haoche as usual! ”

The librarian's lips trembled.

“No way! Rain, how dare you tell the Lightning McGrath there's such a small thing as haoche! ”

Crazy.

[The Head of the Gallery wants your baby claws.]

That's crazy.

Portrait window!

As I struggled not to give my claws to the librarian, the letters opened before my eyes.

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Name: Gallery Leader

Favorability: 95

Preferred Genres: [Fusion], [Romance], [Reason], [Adventure], [Fear], [History], [War], [Sports], [SF], [Myth], [Story]...

Unfavorable Genre: None

Preferred Characters: [Character], [Killer]

Unfavorable Character: None

Preferred Plot: [Story]

Discourse Plot: [Cancellation]

Psychological Status: "Claws! We should collect eyebrows if possible! Ah, I'd like to ask you to grow a beard and pull it out, but I don't think that would fit the bill. Ah, the Lightsmith. Shining light! Glorious protagonist! I want to bookmark you and keep you forever! ’

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Holy shit.