SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Creepy. 95 likes.

And liking 95 opened up before my eyes what happens to people.

“Light! I was just a blind service until I saw you! ”

The librarian cried out, clutching the soles of my feet.

“I was deaf until I heard your words and lines! ”

Tried to sharpen my baby claws with a claw trimmer, and the librarian shined an eye.

“You are my light! You're my music! ”

I was so afraid of my eyes.

“Since your name is Confucius, I will gladly convert to Buddhism! I'll be a prepayment just for you! Oh, it's a one-way street. It's an unrequited paradox! This enema is an academic who will be receiving you from today! ”

“Hey, come on, hey!"

Who in the world would go after a man's claws?

I wanted to say hello, but I realized by the look in the eyes of the librarian. I can't feel my eyes. The snow, no matter what I say, will be invigorated. First, I breathed rough.

“If you keep this up, I won't be in the book after you! ”

"......."

Stop. The librarian stops with his hands on the soles of my feet. The thing that creeps me out is that even when I stopped moving, I still had my palm to crouch my foot. Are you crazy?

The Librarian pondered like a rainy day in the deep season.

“…… indeed. It's a valid threat."

But it worked. It was a relief.

“But it's impossible to analyze your character. ”

What? I'm sorry.

Character analysis?

“Because you know. That someone who withers unfairly like a thousand words will be in the other book of visions. If so, in your character, you can't tolerate it without helping them. ”

The librarian smiled.

“Don't underestimate the climate. This enema knows you better than you do! I can describe the look on his face when he grabbed the hillside on day 1, which hand he used between his left hand and his right hand, over two pages…. ”

Are you out of your mind? You're crazy. This is crazy.

“Here you go, Duke. Just hand it over to Minister Bon! Even though I haven't put any sleep on the Prince's face since, the throne is incredibly conscious. ”

“I'm surprised at your conscience, too. ”

“You don't understand. because I've never been a virtue of anyone. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! How pathetic is life that you have never lived before in your life? How cold can a human heart be? However, I have to understand the light of this enema..."

“Back off before you say no. ”

Tsk.

This time the librarian really stopped.

“Take five steps away from me. If you don't, I'll really tell you. ”

"......."

The librarian calmly withdrew from Shashak.

“Please write Haoche as usual. Disgusting, to be honest. And my hair and my nails, please. ”

“No! Wife, you are so unfair! ”

The old tone came back.

The librarian wept, squeezing the silk pockets together.

“Cut off the head of the throne and take it! No, wait, wait. That was kind of an exaggeration. Please don't make me look like I should really cut off the head of the throne... I'm seriously going to get hurt..."

Like a dead hamster, the librarian muttered.

Finally, I was able to calm down the Librarian.

After burning a silk pouch full of unpleasant things (you hear a terrible scream), the librarian and I barely begin to talk.

“That was amazing.”

First, the librarian criticized the newly completed [drink note].

“Your heart truly fainted for the Heavenly Horse! I was able to see the end just by becoming a disciple of Heavenly Horse. But you didn't stop there! The Last Horse War.... The best soap.... Huh, I feel like I've tasted sweet chocolate ice cream water. ”

“So now the Thousand Drinks Lake is on the 22nd floor? ”

“That's right.”

The librarian smiles.

“Other Hunters are free to enter 22 floors. It is also possible to learn skills based on the bureaucracy stored in . It's all in your favor. Confucius.”

"......."

I got the chin.

“I have a question in the Book of Revelations. I want to ask the enema... ”

“Ask me anything! I'll answer almost anything! ”

“Stop trying to take my shoes off. Why do you have the book of Revelations? ”

The librarian tilts his head. My question seemed unfamiliar.

“Why? Mm-hmm. [Cheers and applause] Do you need a separate reason for this prophecy? ”

“I think. ”

I put my shoes back on.

“Do you like happy endings? Or do you prefer bad-ending? ”

“Neither side can hide our superiority. ”

The librarian was in a hurry.

“The end is the harbor where the lives of people come to an end. Life can be happy or hard! I want to be happy so much, except in the hearts of readers. I want to hug their sorrows and failures as well. ”

“That means the end of the bad-end doesn't suck either. ”

“Well, of course I do. ”

“That's why I have more questions. ”

I grabbed the librarian's wrist and took the scissors to get back behind me. The Librarian tries to take the scissors while jumping the club, but I can't reach the key.

“Even if I didn't intervene, [drink] ended well. even though it's a bad ending.”

“The teacher did his best with the Muslim monk. I tried. Even if the Buddhist monk dies first and the teacher dies first... that is the end for you. ”

I looked into the eyes of the librarian.

“Why is [a thousand drafts] included in the Revelation? Minister, if a Muslim monk dies and a teacher volunteers, he can't even be treated as a result? ”

In fact, this question itself has been heard since I saw the fairy tale 'Me and Our Sacrificed Lamb.' Leaving the question of whether I could accept it or not, it seemed like a world where it literally came to an end in principle.

The constellation was silent.

In the library, only the sighs of the fainted hunters flow quietly. Eek, profit…. As the Hunters' breasts rise and fall, the Librarian's expression is silent.

“I wanted to see the happy ending for some reason. Can't you do that for a reason? ”

“If you don't like the ending, you can fix it yourself. ”

"......."

“You're strong. Hunters like me are powerful. But instead of fixing the book, they sent us. ”

In other words, this constellation is "reader."

I am a reader who horribly hates intervention in stories and only accepts stories. I never want to be a writer. I refuse to climb even if I can.

Readers who never intervene.

He said, "[Librarian of the Gallery].

“Should I do character analysis? A person this thorough could not have classified it into a book of revelations simply because it had a strange ending. Thousands of drafts and other visions. There's actually something different about being classified as a book of revelations. ”

“…… It's not easy to get over. ”

The librarian smiles bitterly.

“Follow me.”

The librarian took my hand. I picked up the book with my remaining one hand.

The title of the book was .

“---Let me tell you the truth of the book of revelations. ”

The constellation has opened the book.

And the light came into view.

3.

When we opened our eyes, we were in a snowy world.

But I didn't have to walk in the snow. The librarian still held my hand and flew through the winter sky with long sleeves flapping like the wings of a geese.

“What if.”

I crossed the snow.

“If the zombie virus is a self-inflicted disease in [a thousand drinks]. If you had, as you said, the throne would never have made this place a revelation. ”

I crossed the Sultan Mountain.

“That means..."

“The zombie virus didn't just happen here. It's a spinner from the outside world. It's like the New World has been invaded by an outside force. ”

Hah. The librarian breathes white.

“Hey, I see it. ”

It was a high mountain peak.

The Beacon of the World.

At the top of the mountain, touching the ceiling of the sky, there was something huge.

[Shiny senses ominous energy.]

The sword that was kicked at my waist trembles.

Noticing that, the librarian said:

“Oh, I can feel your sword. It's not weird. Your sword was originally an intact constellation. A person quickly recognizes someone in his position. ”

“If you're in a similar position.... ”

“Confucius. Have you ever seen a constellation diverge? ”

The Fall Rain Demon King. Angler.

“Yes, there is. ”

“Then have you seen the bodies left behind by the constellation? ”

"......."

“I see no such thing. ”

The librarian smiles lonelily.

“This is quite a rare sight. Take a look at this opportunity. ”

It was a dragon.

It was the body of a dragon.

The dragon died on top of the mountain.

A leather that would have once been silky smooth was burned black. The horn on the dragon's head thunders like coal. A woman torn into two pieces was buried in the snow.

And...

[The sparkle senses the sister's movements.]

There's a knife in the middle of your chest.

[The twinkle is said to be the second sister sword of the Protection Star, the Sword of Compassion!]

A black Qi flows from the blade.

According to traits, it can be called error. But it was not a common error. Something much like the one surrounding the Fall Rain Demon King, no, much more hazy. The surging tablecloth wrapped around the dragon and covered the mountaintops of Snow Mountain. When the white snow falls on the peak, the tablecloth is immediately infected and blackened.

- It hurts...

Black eyes.

- Cylindrical.......

A groaning comes from the eyes of the extinct Black Dragon.

- It hurts. It hurts...

- Painful.

- Cylindrical, Arida. It hurts. It hurts...

I've lost my words for a moment.

“... I thought you said he was dead? That thing, it's still alive. ”

“He's already dead. What you see and hear over there is just a grudge against the corpse. If the very nature of existence reaches the constellation, even if it dies, it cannot die gently. ”

We both landed on the snow cane.

The dragon groans endlessly in close proximity.

At the end of a constellation, the Librarian looked with sad eyes.

“An epidemic you people call the zombie virus. Its reality is cursed. ”

“Curse..."

“Hmm. This constellation of Kang Ho-morim, the Huanglongs that live in [Great Lakes], was left behind as they died. A grudge that cannot die even if you die. A corpse that remains only flesh, even though it is already dead, and still has to suffer. When infected with such a curse, the elite became tyrants. ”

I looked up the dragon's corpse.

- It hurts...

The host of the plague. The source of the curse.

The disease that destroyed this world began on that corpse.

It was because of the curse of the dragon that the teacher died.

“... if the constellation didn't stab itself in the chest, someone did. ”

“I think it's common sense. ”

“Who's the culprit? ”

“You've already guessed the culprit. ”

I sharpened my teeth.

“Le Fanta Aikim. ”

“Yes.”

The librarian nods.

“Sinmyung is lethal. He's a man who kills constellations across borders of the world. ”

He glittered that he meant the world's representative.

“And a world that has lost its constellations is like a castle that has lost its walls. We are more likely to face such catastrophic destruction. ”

The Book of Revelation.

A world where representatives died, and all their inhabitants disappeared.

“Why would he kill healthy constellations? If he had built the Aikim Empire, he would have remained emperor in his own country. Why is he ruining the world? ”

“That's not an answer for you. ”

The librarian looked closely at my face.

“The script is merely a reader. You said you were omnipotent with the script, but it's not true. This enema is utterly incapable. I know the truth of the world, but I will not intervene there. ”

The self-proclaimed librarian suddenly pointed to my back.

“But you are different. ”

The main sword at my waist.

“You may intervene, but you are also intervening. Whether you want to or not, you're repairing each one of those broken things. ”

“It's a coincidence. It's fate twice. Three times will be inevitable. You saved an empire that was abandoned by the dead, and now you have a planet that was torn apart by the dead and destroyed by the dead. ”

The librarian said:

“The means to kill [Huanglongs in the Great Lakes] are vicious and cruel. Ordinary people can't even touch that sword. But you can. Confucius, you have coincidences overlapping with coincidences, making it a must. ”

I looked back at the corpse of the Black Dragon.

Whispering in my mind.

‘Sparkles.'

The sword trembles.

[Yes, sir, the sparkle says,]

‘How can I take your sister? ’

[The sparkle says: You can pull yourself out and touch your sister's sword.]

‘Good.'

I drew my sword.

The winter air cracked.

I struck the sword in the chest of the Black Dragon with my sword.

[Goddess of Protection absorbs her fragments.]

For a moment, my sword was surrounded by light.