King of Shadows

"What are you talking about?"

Kung, the anonymous man who was interested in the only words, put the axe down. One time only. The only one had a clear idea. I had to choose the next words well in order to survive.

"It looks like you're killing high-ranking hunters with no skills... You'll soon be at your limit."

"Oh, go on."

Anonymous nods. The only words are piercing the core. Even if you miraculously killed a Class 5 hunter, you wouldn't be able to target a Class 4 hunter. No, he was definitely going to die. Otherwise, the pace was running low. Anonymous didn't listen to the only thing he said because he needed another way.

There was more frustration and boredom that I had to endure to get that fruit than the fun I had from playing with murder. What will be the only answer? Anonymous looked down at the only thing with interesting eyes.

"You know, every visit is inefficient. Isn't it boring just to think about choosing someone to kill, spying on, getting qualified, and continuing exploring until you find yourself in the middle of nowhere?"

"That's right, even if you're going as a porter to avoid a bothersome process."

"It's inevitable. I'm trying to find a partner I can trust with my back."

"Still. And you know how annoying it is when you break it? We have to start all over again. Human greed is... unstoppable."

Suddenly, anonymity and the only thing that became one mind, we had a heartfelt conversation like death.

"On the contrary. It's a reverse reaction."

"Reversal?"

"Yes, not from this side, but from that side."

"How?"

"There's a good interest here."

The only one tapped the floor with his hands. He was not referring to the cold stone. It was the entire ruin site. Mo Young noticed one late beat of his only intention and burst into elasticity. It was my favorite offer.

"Oh, we're going to use the ruins? My head's spinning. If it's definitely a Ruins Site, you won't be seen doing anything you want."

"Yes, if you don't go there yourself, if you spread the word well, the higher-ranking hunters will come for you. The ruins will be a hotplace soon. The problem is..."

"Problem?"

The only one looked at the anonymity. The problem was that incapacitated people had to occupy the ruins. Even if the hunters do come in the first place, it's entirely up to the unknown whether or not they can be killed.

Anonymously, he realized at once what the only thing he wanted to say. Hanging out with a lot of hunters and understanding the way they think.

"Ahn, you don't think I can handle them, do you? But don't worry. He was just part of the fun."

Even before the only answer, anonymity opened part of the power that had been hidden all along. He was the ruler of the unnamed and the owner of the unseen.

The anonymity on the boundaries of the orlan and mylla was as dazzling as the fog and described as azirang. There was a presence that could not be expressed in grades.

The anonymity is miraculous. It's there, but it doesn't exist. It can be seen, but it can't be caught. Only then did I realize that anonymity is not unusual. He had no way of estimating it.

There is only one answer. If you know your opponent's level, you just have to act accordingly. The only one who saw his position fell flat on the ground. It was all that was left of us.

On the other hand, anonymity smiled and looked at the only thing. For a moment, anonymity left an indelible scar on the only soul. Strengthening. It was one of the natural powers of being transcendent.

"Phew...?"

The only one screamed at the pain of burning palms. Looking down at the trembling hand, the only thing I could see was a strange tattoo engraved on the palm of my hand. It was a sign that meant slavery.

"Be honored. You're the first one to be appointed an apostle. If you don't listen to me, you'll die there, but it won't be a bad thing for you, because you'll have unlimited power instead."

"What, sir...? What's going on here?"

The only one had a subtle look on his face. The evidence of the Apostle restricted his actions. The word he just tried to utter was not a noble word like the master. It was a hexadecimal letter beginning with a dog and ending with a bite.

When the body did not follow its will, the only one who could not resist the disturbance rolled around on the cold ground. But nothing changed. He was still an unknown servant, and anonymity was still his master. The relationship formed between the two people is no longer modified.

"Then come with me. I have to meet someone to eat here."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who would that be? Of course he's the owner."

The only fatality that grabbed her by the neck transcended the streets at once. The ruins were vast and just as dangerous.

Not only does a sturdy trap like a cog rain down on you, but even in the open terrain, a rare amount of magic spills out. But that threat was meaningless to the anonymous who turned into mist. The ruins that were built immediately after the creation of the world were full of strange mysteries and transcendent miracles, but they could not defeat the invaders.

Turning his head around, he could see the identity of the ruins by looking at the paintings that shaped the coffin and death.

"What was that, a grave?"

"I've heard rumors like that. Ruins of this size are most likely someone's grave."

"I'm getting more and more excited."

The screamless man hurls himself into the grate, running toward the owner of the tomb. The ruin grounds are dark and humid, but nothing stops them. It was the end. Soon after, anonymity stops.

"It's here, by the looks of it."

"I see."

It was a golden gate that was bigger than the wall that blocked the only thing that was anonymous. It seemed to concentrate the wealth of the entire continent in one place. The golden light that stimulated greed and desire was illuminating the underground parts of the ruins.

"It's in here. The Master of the Grave..."

"We should prepare and go."

"Ready? We've done that a long time ago."

Anonymous opens the giant golden door fearlessly. Queek, a huge space reveals itself with a harsh noise. The space beyond the door was a strange world. Everything was gold. The jewels rolled like stones and were endlessly stacked with all sorts of pieces of jewelry. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a 'golden room' where the blinded light remained.

A collection of civilization-renowned goods and timepieces coexisted. The only one swallowed the saliva. It was not a lump sum, but a lump sum. There was literally a fortune here to buy a country.

"Jim did not mock the manger."

In the golden chamber sits the golden emperor who has everything. The throne decorated with the bones of a dragon, carved with gold and jewels, was a particularly prominent item in the golden room. The backrest that rose to the sky seemed to symbolize his authority.

It was blatant but not vulgar. It was straightforward but not rash. The golden emperor who sat on the throne gave himself over to secret arts and beer, leaving only skeletons, but the will in his eyes remained.

"What do I do, my lord? Now we're screwed. You can't beat that, sir."

The only one who could not bear the pressure sat down. He sees the essence of the golden emperor at once. I didn't recognize him because he was exceptional. The golden emperor allowed me to recognize him who was ignorant and incompetent. The more I thought about it, the only difference between the bottom and the unknown was despair.

It was not a level that could be caught by fun killers and grade 5 hunters. At least the group of state units had to move.

The golden emperor was a shining star even after he died. Even though my flesh was rotting and my blood was dry, I couldn't touch the sun. A lot of knights came up around him, I guess. I could not express their loyalty to the golden emperor even when I was dead.

"The King's Temple! Kneel down!"

Standing on thousands of centuries of golden knights, the scene created an indescribable atmosphere. They were a hundred warriors. They were the only ones who had failed the continent early.

But anonymity was relaxed. Their appearance to him was merely a well-groomed performance. It was neither more nor less than snow.

"I need you to give me more space than that. I'm so hungry. Even if you're a skeleton and you don't have anything in your head, do you understand me?"

"Ruthless! I don't want you to sit here!"

Bang, the golden knight, who was screaming, falls down, unable to withstand the anonymous blow of a gold coin. The vent in his body is clear. My head twitches and I sigh.

"No, no, no. This is some kind of time. That's how you kill Gigi. It can happen if you want it to. Isn't that right?"

The golden emperor smiles faintly at the anonymous words.

"You've got a good attitude. Stand back, all of you.Jim's been a guest for tens of thousands of years."

However, as soon as the golden emperor rose from his throne, he became a cold corpse. He also couldn't withstand the gold coins that were blown away, and his joints were separated.

"Don't hold the weight for less than a second. It was my last mercy that waited so long. Shouldn't you at least know how he died?"

The golden knights furious at the death of the golden emperor rushed toward anonymity, but the result was the same. No one was touched by anonymity. They were all oxidized by the gold coins. After three breaths of sorting out thousands of golden knights, she took a relaxing step towards the throne.

The only one who looked closely at the overwhelming danger was dumbstruck. It was so absurd that I could understand what it meant to not shut my mouth.

"Take it!"

Anonymous throws something at the only one. The only thing that reflectively caught flying towards her looked at her with a look on her face.

"Take it. It can cross space and space. Of course, you can only go to places you know. Well, it shouldn't be a problem getting to the Colony."

Only then did I realize that the only thing that was thrown anonymously was a crown worn by a golden emperor until just now. It was unusual to look at a pretender. Carefully polished jewelry and a shrouded curve demonstrated the crown's existence value.

"Are you giving me something so precious?"

"What are you talking about now? You need that much food to call the other hunters, just like you said."

"Ah…"

"You go to Colony and spread the word about this place. If you take the crown, everyone will have to admit it. Your job is to bring more hunters. The higher the rank, the better."

The only thing came to mind. What he proposed in order to survive has come back as a ridiculous event. He was an ignorant man, but he was not unaware of his work. Anonymity was a delightful murder and a disaster that transcended even human limits. It was easy to see that his work in the future was not light.

Should I follow him gently? Should I ask the Shadow King in the Kingdom of Tagnaria for help? The only problem I could not easily choose was frowning.

Whether he knew his suffering or not, Anonymous only said what he wanted to say.

"... should be called 'The Mysterious King's Nebula.' I'm putting my name on the front. Just thinking about it is cool."

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