SSS-Class Suicide Hunter
6. Hunting Heroes. (3)
“Ugh, ugh, ugh! ”
Awaken with the crisis of death at your doorstep.
A long time ago in the Hunter industry, there has been a rumor about how to ‘Awaken Skills’. Go to hell.
Maybe it wasn't a catchphrase, but it was real. Jealousy is ugly at least for the first time, so it was more reasonable than Awakening Skill.
So I didn't let my guard down.
Without warning, you swing your sword straight.
“Hic! ”
Don't let any psychopath awaken on the bay.
“Ugh · · · big · · · · ·. ”
Die.
“Right · · · ·. ”
The one I was most angry with. Rather than the fact that this psychopath burned me senselessly, there was a point where I was more outraged than that pain and resentment.
‘He said his name. ’
Before returning to the past.
Before grabbing my head and burning it alive, the salt agent smiled and said:
- But you know I'm salty. I saw that the saint was dead to me.
- Then you're dead.
- My name is Popular. Farewell.
It was all crazy talk. But only one part. There was something really strange about it. I couldn't bear it because it was angry and disgusting.
Just one last word.
‘He said his name. ’
Why would he suddenly reveal his name while killing me?
You don't think I know the name of the salt?
No, it wasn't like that.
‘It was cool. ’
Salting agent.
He was fascinated by the subject of · · · · murderer.
It's like a warrior giving each other a name in a sacred duel. The saltiness would have thought this was the moment it killed me.
- I'm still gonna kill you, fair and square.
- Well, at least I have the balls.
How dare you.
“Fuck you · · ·. ”
How dare a psychopath like you.
“What the fuck are you doing?! ”
Just a man who accidentally killed a witness on his way. A man who came back with a fire and brazenly pretended he had done nothing wrong. You know, people who aren't human and people who aren't. One beast. The devil is worse than the beast.
You act like you're so refined.
“Don't be ridiculous! ”
Puck!
My blade pierced the neck of the Nile.
“ · · · · · ·. ”
There were no words that were already done. There was no scream. There was no groaning. The hunting ground is unpopular because no one has come. I looked up at the sky with my unfocused eyes, split into unnamed weeds.
He's dead.
“Ha, ugh · · ·. Ha · · · ·. ”
Maybe it's inappropriate to just say "dead." He wasn't an ordinary hunter, and it wasn't an ordinary death.
A man who would one day become salty. Legend has reached the top of the world ranking. He must have broken through the 10th floor of the tower that no one has raided in years.
He died on me.
“Phew.”
I sighed.
“I'm finally coming to my senses. ”
I tried to say, "You're back," and I stopped. He smelled blood and ran off? Wolves. Big wolves roam around.
- Grrrr.
They weren't just ordinary wolves. It was like a human tattoo with black fur on it. A monster called a prairie wolf. The more complex the symbol, the stronger.
These guys had a simple pattern, but a F-rank hunter like me didn't have to be the target.
“ · · · · · ·. ”
First, I brought back the wallet that was stolen from the player.
Carefully, you take a step back.
“You want to eat him, don't you? ”
He pointed at the corpse and said,
“I don't need it. Take it.”
And I stepped back.
- Rrrrgh.
The wolves approach the corpse. Stubborn! The beast's teeth are torn from the corpse's coat. One wolf bites and the other wolves come. Stainless, profitable · · ·. Concealed by the massive wolves, the corpse is no longer visible.
“Enjoy your meal. ”
I quickly retreated.
Is it over?
I dug a clothing branch with the blood of a master. Deep in a pre-dug pit. I washed my entire body with water in plastic bottles. I took my new clothes out of my backpack and put them on, but I still couldn't feel it.
Is it really over? ’
If the new clothes are too clean, you might get suspicious. I rolled bare on purpose. When I felt dirty, I returned to Babylon, the city on the first floor of the tower. A vigilante stands guard. The vigilante glanced at me, but soon he turned his head, yawning.
‘Ah.'
No one knew.
‘It's over.'
Even when I went into a bar and ordered a beer. When I emptied my glass and ordered another, no one cared about me. No one knew what I'd done.
Old news flows from the tavern television.
- The 10th floor raid team is still down today.
- The top 2 in the world ranks 7 want to break through the 10th floor together · ·.
- In the meantime, world ranking number one, the voice of criticism of swordsmanship is getting stronger every day. It's because of the attitude of swordsmanship that ranks # 1 but does not participate in the raid party · ·.
No matter how long I waited, there was no breaking news like "Hunter Missing in the Hunting Ground area on the second floor of the tower."
Of course I did. It happens every day about the beginner Hunter losing his life. No one cared about the nameless Hunter's disappearance, as if no one cared about me.
That is.
It's over!
Yes, it is.
I have succeeded in hunting monsters.
5.
“Khh.”
I raised the empty glass high.
“Here's another glass of pulse! ”
“You drink a lot of customers. Did you have a good hunt today? ”
“Yeah, that's great. Excellent! ”
I couldn't do this even if I had a good heart.
Two or three hours to fill my cool loosened heart with beer. It was only at sunset outside the tavern that I slowly began to think about reality.
What do we do now? ’
There's plenty to do.
‘You could win the lottery. You can sell the raid on the upper levels for money that nobody knows about. Hey, my life is over. My life is over! "
I raised my skill set.
Hunter's ability to shine only upon himself.
+
Name: Kim Gong-ja
Rank: F
Skill (2 of 4)
1. I want to be like you (S +): Passive
2. Regretter's reel watch (EX): Passive
3. None
4. None
+
“Aha. I don't need a drink. ”
My skill set was the tastiest dish in the world. You have one Class S skill. An EX class skill I've never heard of. Considering the meal, the steak and caviar are added.
‘If you want it to be better than this, you're a thief. Cancer.’
But I also had a happy smile on my face for a moment.
“· · But I don't have combat skills. ”
Oh, I see.
Is this how the human mind works?
I'm starting to notice things I lack.
“No matter how good the money is, Hunter should be Hunter · · ·. If you have money and no strength, you'll get robbed someday. ”
The society within the tower was more brutal than the outside world.
When expressed beautifully, the strong zone. Mediocre meatballs.
It doesn't matter if you can just run away to the outside world like this.
‘Once you set foot in the tower, you can never leave. ’
That was the law.
No Class S Hunter with the ability to move outside the tower. It's just impossible.
Only one human can interact with the outside world in Babylon. The guild leader of Xiangyang. It was only a hunter with the nickname "The Earl."
‘Even a trainer can only export and send things, but he can't go out there by himself · ·. ’
Literally, it was on its way in, but it wasn't on the way out.
Only those who came prepared to abandon the outside world became hunters.
No wealth, no human relationships, no identity, no nationality, no one left behind.
Maybe even · · · humanity.
“Yes."
Of course, so was I.
“Kill or be Bob, succeed in the tower. ”
I muttered thanks to the energy. Success. I really wanted to succeed.
Why did I become a hero in the first place? Against his fucking character? Did he have anything on him? The reason was much simpler.
He was envious of the success he had achieved through salt.
“Let's succeed, Duke Kim. Yeah, well, he's been dead 4090 times. Let's be successful. ”
Back then.
- Cute.
A bell rings from the front door of the tavern.
6.
At first, I didn't care who came in.
How great would a hunter be if he came here to drink from the beginning of the evening?
But the other drunkards started talking instead of me.
“Hey, there he is. ”
“Huh? That sounds real. ”
“Why in a place like this · · · ·. ”
Immediately, the bar became strangely quiet. Everyone breathed. At this point, I was also interested, so I couldn't help but look away.
There stood an old man dressed in a black suit.
“Hmm."
Dressed as if I were going to work for the company right away.
I wore a red tie without a pattern. If you just look at it, you say, "Huh? When did I return to the outside world? ’I felt like an ordinary worker.
However, I wore sneakers, not just shoes. Red sneakers.
What kind of fashion sense is that? ’
It was very unbalanced.
But the strange thing was not only clothing.
“Milk.”
“Yes?”
“A little vodka and sugar in warm milk. I wish I had honey instead of sugar. ”
The bartender was perplexed by the vain spells.
“Huh · · ·. Guest. I'm not a bartender. ”
“I'll pay you well. Don't worry.”
The bartender nods trembling. Others were still rambling, peering at the old man in a suit. I felt like a famous person.
Who is it?
I calmly narrowed my eyebrows.
‘Strange? Every famous hunter knows his face. ’
No man would envy the top hunters more than I do. Salt was natural, and I could tell by the line from second to 100th in the world ranking. They were all targets of my jealousy.
Nevertheless, the old man who was strangely dressed in that strange suit was strange.
‘I think I've seen him somewhere. Where did you see it? ’
I remembered it only after a while.
"Ah!"
It's not just my trail.
Newspapers on the walls.
Only one of them had a picture of the old man on it.
Sword, Day 22 of Disappearance. Hunter industry's worst chaos.
Sword! Sword!
He was the most famous man before he became famous for his salt.
I stopped forgetting because I was a hunter too long ago. Of course, it was hard to find out who Hunter was more than a decade ago because it was me.
I don't know what happened, but he was about to go missing.
‘Oh, yeah. Now it's 11 years ago. ’
I felt like I had really regressed to the past.
‘That old man must be the best in the world, not salt for people in this age · ·. ’
It was amazing.
I knew it was an excuse, but I kept looking at the sword's side. What am I supposed to call this? I feel like I'm seeing a great man who died a long time ago. Anyway, it was weird.
‘Hey, I bet that old man has class S skills, too, huh? ’
I swung and drank a beer.
‘Not a strange skill like mine, but a really good combat skill. · · ’
It was that moment.
“Huh?"
My hands stopped without me knowing.
Suddenly. Suddenly, it really reminds me of my Class S skills.
+
I want to be like you.
Rank: S +
Effect: Automatically trigger when killed by an enemy. Copies one of the enemy's skills that killed you and makes it yours. You cannot duplicate someone that has already been copied once. Which skills to copy are randomly assigned.
However, you will die!
+
‘Wait.'
I feel like lightning strikes my head and brightens me up.
The same senses came over my body as when I thought of how to kill the salt.
I want to be like you. An amazing skill. If you choose to, any Hunter can kill you and copy your skills. But the downside is that you have to die.
By the way.
‘I · · · am not dying anymore, right? ’
Because I have another skill.
+
[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.
+
‘Of course.'
A eerie current rose from my back.
"No way, can you just copy everything? What if we pick up any hunters and just die? ’
It's so obvious. However, the tension and pressure that I had to kill the saltines quickly finally woke me up.
‘· · · The Swordsmanship of the 1st ranked person of today? ’
Gulp. I even swallowed the remaining beer in my mouth.
The goat that would be ranked # 1 in the future has a fraudulent ability called regression skills. Then the sword before it went missing somewhere. What is Hunter capable of wrinkling this era?
Might have skills as great as salt, right?
‘If only I could copy it. ’
I looked at the old man's back.
‘Amazing.'
Maybe.
My hunt isn't over yet.