SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

“Yes?”

“Bullshit. Bluffing. Don't you know?”

Salt smiles bloody.

“I don't have any lie detection skills. It was just bluffing to remind me of a saint. Wow, so is the saint, and so is your brother. Do you believe me? ”

“Of course. ”

My lips trembled. I was shocked.

“You killed a saint when you weren't sure? ”

Heroes in the ninth place. Holy woman. Unlike psychopaths in front of you, Hunter's personality is upright and he donates most of his money to orphanages. So you killed a man named Saint, just out of curiosity?

‘If so · · ·. ’

He wasn't an all-time hunter, he was an all-time psychopath.

“Hey, how can you look at a person and say something like that? Of course I'm sure. The saint really tried to kill me. If I don't kill him first, I'll be poisoned by the saint tomorrow. ”

Salt spits on the pavement.

“Damn it! I feel like shit when I think back. ”

“How do you know? · · · · ”

“I know. ”

He responded as if it were natural.

“I just know. There are ways to find out. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“You don't need to know what that means. ”

I was speechless for a moment.

It was not just because the salt salt was so embarrassingly self-confident. A certain certainty rests in the eyes of the salt. I'm sure he killed her for a really good reason. At least I think it was.

“Well. Seeing as you've been running a lie detector, you seem completely innocent. ”

“Ahh · · ·. ”

“I've never seen your face before. I remember the faces of the rats lurking around here. Eighteen in all. Who the fuck are these assholes? Anyway, yeah. None of them were like you. ”

The salt touched my head. He's grinning.

Did he finally believe I was innocent?

“A, Thank You · · ·! ”

“But you know I'm salty. I saw that the saint was dead to me. ”

Whipping.

“Then you must die. ”

I stroked, and the salt was slow.

“My name is Popular. Farewell."

It was that moment. My head was hot. No, it was hot in my head. Just for a moment, it felt like the crown was touching the frying pan. However, the bribe immediately burned up. I was ticklish.

The skull boiled like an oil can.

“· · · ·, wook, · · · · · · ·!? ”

I was speechless. No screams. If it was really painful, humans couldn't even scream.

‘To this madman. ’

‘This is how you die. I am.’

Kim Gong-ja.

The nanny director named her to be great like him, and she lived a life that was not like him at all, and was killed by a dog that was not like him at all.

I was sad.

‘Ah.'

The game was Mangem.

It was a ruined life if I just say it like it is.

A broken, dead life.

[You're dead.]

I hated it.

[Skill conditions are achieved due to death.]

Why do I have to die like this?

Why did I have to live like this?

It was unfair. I was angry. It was just unfair. I could have lived a little better myself. It was okay to live a little better. I deserved it. Only, I made a mistake. Today I made three mistakes. I died by mistake. I lived by mistake. I was born by mistake.

I must have been a mistake from birth.

[Randomly copy Hunter skillset.]

[Forms a skill card.]

I didn't hear anything. I couldn't see.

However, there was an adult group of dim lights. The fireflies seem to be swarming before your eyes. Some fireflies are blue. Some fireflies are silver. And some fireflies were · · · · golden.

It was fast.

The golden fireflies fly fast. I couldn't seem to catch it because it was too fast. There were a lot of fireflies. Easy to catch. Lots of silver fireflies. You can catch it too. But the color of the sun. There was only one golden firefly growing up.

[Please select a skill card.]

I reached out to the only golden fire in the world.

[Selected.]

I got you.

[Copy the skill.]

And I'm dead.

•

Activates a skill.

Names, I want to be like you.

Rank, S +.

Rule number one.

Automatically trigger when killed by an enemy.

Rule two.

Copies one of the enemy's skills that killed you and makes it yours.

Rule number three.

You cannot duplicate someone that has already been copied once.

Rule number four.

Which skills to copy are randomly assigned.

However, they die.

•

Do you know what hell looks like?

I'll tell him for you.

There was no hellfire. There was no ordinary fire. There was one stove, but it was a fireplace to start a hellfire with. Ah, surprisingly, there was a small refrigerator in hell. Narrow beds. Second-hand television conduction.

“Huh."

So in a word, it looks exactly like my room.

No, it was just my room.

It wasn't hell if I just looked around. My 3.5 pyeong unit was very attractive because the rent was confident.

“Uh, uh-huh? ”

I stubbed my head with one hand. It was fine. I shined a light on the liquid on my smartphone just in case. Instead of making an Apollon statue, he looks like he gave up on it. In other words, he was moderately handsome and moderately ugly.

No burn marks anywhere.

“· · What? What's going on here? ”

I wonder what really happened.

Did the salts heal you and bring you here? ’

That was ridiculous.

However, there was no way to explain this situation other than · · · that. Maybe the salt was nicer than I thought. He's crazy, but he's not a crazy psychopath, so he pretended to kill me and he didn't actually let me live.

- Breaking news.

So, did that television conduction salt leave it on?

- The Black Dragon Guild on the 40th Floor of the Tower raid.

- You were confident you were going to show me the power of a great guild this time?

- Unfortunately, I came back empty-handed.

But it wasn't.

The salt was not in a single 3.5 sq. compartment. I left the television on and didn't go away for a while.

Instead.

- First in Hunter's Rank!

- The salt has defeated the boss alone again!

Instead, the salt agent frowned on the television screen.

2.

- Greetings, Your Highness!

- Oh, yeah. Hello · · ·.

- You set a new record today. The only people who defeated the boss monsters alone are the swordsman and the goat. Now that the Swordsman is missing, you can tell him you're the only one. May I have a word with you?

On the corner of the broadcast screen, the English words were written in capital letters.

Live.

I turn up the dull old television.

- I need you to change the fucking title.

- Yes?

Why do they call him "The Fuckin 'Nickname"?

Hands-on.

The number one hunter in the world ranking. The protagonist of this era. There was the hero I was jealous of. Yes, perhaps it is inappropriate to simply say 'yes’.

He killed me, and I died with him.

“That's ridiculous. ”

Nonsense, "my hand was already checking my smartphone. I looked at the date. It was yesterday.

My hands are shaking.

I entered the internet communities.

- Man, there's salt in there again!

Here, too.

- Can't you just try to keep your mouth shut?

There, too.

- Shit, she's out! He's dating a saint!

Not this site, not that community. SNS also.

It was all the same. The same articles I saw yesterday were coming up in real time. Obviously, despite the articles I saw yesterday, others reacted as if they had never seen them before.

“Ha · · · ·. ”

Nevertheless, there was only one difference.

- I want to be salty.

I didn't immediately comment on it.

Of course. I would have been working on my comments yesterday, but now I'm just mesmerized.

I really came back yesterday.

“· · · Skill cards. Open.”

Whoa!

The golden card blooms like a flame before my eyes.

[I want to be like you (S +)]

How many times have I checked this skill since yesterday and learned it all? Ability that is class S but never usable. Great garbage technology, the cost of using skills is my death.

But that wasn't all.

“Oh, my God.”

Two.

There were two flames burning before me.

[I want to be like you (S +)]

[Regret's reel clock (EX)]

Two golden cards floated.

How?

My heart was beating.

The regretter's reel watch. It was a skill I had never seen before. It wasn't there when I checked yesterday, and it wasn't there until I was killed by the salt. I had garbage skills that I couldn't use, but I wouldn't have such a golden skill.

"What happened?"

I don't know

How that skill became mine. How it became mine. I didn't know. I didn't understand yet.

However.

‘It's mine. ’

I could only tell that this card was mine.

‘It's mine. ’

And a card that might change my life.

I reached out and grabbed the card.

I flipped it.

+

[Regret's reel clock]

Rank: EX

Effect: Automatically trigger when dead. 24 hours from the moment of death. Regression preserves memory and ability.

However, the higher the Hunter rank, the stronger the penalty will be.

A skill copied from Hunter Play.

+

Regression.

If he dies, he goes back 24 hours.

“Ahh · · ·. ”

My head trembles as if struck by lightning. My heart thumped.

I realized.

“This is the secret to salt. ”

How did salt rank # 1 in the world?

How you single-handedly defeated the boss on the 10th floor of the Imperial Tower.

Finally, why the salt was so convinced that the saint kills herself.

I finally realized.

- She really tried to kill me.

- Kill me first or I'll be poisoned by a saint tomorrow.

The salting agent said.

- I know.

- I just know everything. There are ways to find out.

- You don't need to know what that means.

He was actually killed by a saint.

As I said to myself, he was poisoned and killed. I returned 24 hours ago because I was dead. And I sharpened my teeth and avenged the saint.

For revenge.

‘And you killed me, too. ’

I clenched my fist.

"I have done nothing wrong! Just because it bothers me! ’

I cut off my foot. Burned my head off. You killed me. You played with me like a bug.

There was still an interview on inexpensive television.

- One last thing for the viewers!

- Ha.

The salt was scratching the back of my head in the journalist's question.

Yesterday I saw a hero in that picture. Now I was looking at one psychopath. It didn't matter if he was ranked # 1 in the world. It didn't matter if it was a hunter who was hailed as a hero by countless people. He was my enemy.

The salt stares straight at the camera.

- It's gonna work anyway.

I also stared at him face to face.

- But if you succeed later, don't be mean to me.

I squeezed the golden card. The same card he has. Skill that I copied from the salt. Salt was ranked # 1 and I was a loose end, but right now, we're both standing on the same start line.

- Die.

Now it was my turn to take revenge.