SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

1.

I searched for the sword on my smartphone right away.

- Originally said to be the laughingstock of the great northern European catastrophe family.

- His real name is Marcus Calenberry. He was a nothing-looking giant, but he left his family, connections, and property behind and entered the tower on his own.

- No one knows exactly what skills they have.

- Sometimes he has a habit of muttering to himself.

I stomped my tongue.

“That's not very helpful information. ”

I looked for interviews and videos, but I didn't find them. It seemed to me that his personality was the opposite of that of the salt. Although salt agents were poured out on journalists, the foundation was of interest, so much exposure to the media.

On the other hand, the sword is meticulously mystical.

So I was vague about the information I was talking about on the internet. I was an adult of the great bee family [said] that I entered the tower by myself [said], and that I have a habit of muttering to myself [said]. It was all speculative information.

‘Well.'

I turned my head.

Corner table.

There, the Sword was drinking milk-vodka alone.

‘At least the information is clear that he talks a lot to himself. ’

Older people were not ordinary in fashion. It was the same with mixing vodka in milk, but I still muttered to myself constantly, sipping only liquor without a drink.

“· · · Shut up. Don't be noisy. You in the first place. ”

Muttering.

I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, but the old man always spits on himself every time he pours a glass. With a frowny look on his face. I was a little scared, to be honest.

Is something wrong with you? ’

Psychopathic Hunter ranked # 1. Fear itself. It's like a nuclear bomb that doesn't know when to go off.

‘· · · No. If you think about it, the salt was a psychopath. ’

Maybe getting a mental illness is the condition to rank # 1.

‘By the way, most of the top rankers are crazy. ’

I continued to explore information on my smartphone, shaking my head tremendously. Again, there was only guesswork information, but only one of it was a topic that was trampled on my eye.

- [Caution] The NG word you should never say in front of the sword!

“Hmm?"

It was an interesting title. The site on which the post was posted was a Hunter specialized community. It was a place where you could play amongst yourselves, let's say, if you had a Hunter's license issued by the Bureau.

There was an anonymous post.

- I witnessed it myself. There is an NG word that should not be spoken in front of the sword. If you don't want to die, don't ever tell the Sword. I'm gonna die.

What is it?

About your grandchildren. A few days ago, a few of the top rankers in the ninth floor hunting ground started picking on the swordsmen. One of them said,

‘The way you do it, I can see the toughness of the grandchildren fighting outside. ’

‘It's obvious that he lives alone because he resembles his grandfather. ’

‘I wonder how ashamed my granddaughter would be if she knew you were doing this. ’

- And then he killed her.

Kill what?

Yup, I really did. In fact, when I said 'How ashamed my granddaughter would be · · ·', my neck flew away. No one's responding. In the blink of an eye, my head and my torso were separated.

Comments were posted on the post afterwards.

- Don't bullshit me.

- It's another hoax in the big guild.

- I'm trampling people because it's going well.

Most reactions are unbelievable.

Anonymous authors, however, skimmed over their claims.

- Believe it or not, do it yourself! I just wanted to let you know.

- Of course I don't think the sword was wrong. It's his fault for taking someone else's family for granted. But it's clear that the top rankers are a group because of this incident. You can tell by the way the press is blaming the sword these days.

- Anyway, buy it when you see the sword. Well done.

Finally, the author did not comment.

Like I have nothing more to say.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I looked down at my smartphone and thought to myself,

‘It's an NG word you should never say. ’

I looked at the corner of the bar. There was still an old man sitting there.

“· · · Too noisy. I'll take care of it myself, so leave it. ”

I've been muttering to myself ever since.

Seeing it again, I thought I was mentally ill. However, even if you are sick with diarrhea, you are ranked # 1 in the ranking. It was true that the old man had an unimaginable skill.

‘Good.'

And that was enough for me.

‘It's worth a try. ’

2.

“Thanks for the drink. ”

“Oh, good-bye! ”

The sword empties the cup and leaves. As soon as he left, the drunkards who had been killing his breath sighed.

“You're finally out. ”

“I think I have dementia. What's he mumbling like that for? ”

“I know. Drink yourself to death. ”

Perhaps all the guests sitting in the tavern were just waiting for the swordsman to leave. That was the same for me.

But in a slightly different way.

“Here's the price of a drink. ”

I got up from my seat quickly. I gave the host the drink price as I had calculated beforehand. I didn't have time to wait.

“Oh, yeah. Thank you. Come again! ”

“Thank you for the drink. Good luck."

A sparkle.

The bell on the door rings.

Late one night. On the streets was darkness.

‘Where are you?’

I looked around. In the streets where the taverns are crowded, there are a lot of people. Dozens of people laughed and breathed their alcohol into the night sky.

‘Where did you go? Rank 1st.’

Fortunately, soon after, I found the back I wanted.

Found it!

It was because of the unusual outfit. The only one in Babylon who wears a suit was a sword on this wide street.

I quickly killed him and followed the old man.

‘What skills do you have? ’

My heart was beating.

‘Salt had regression skills. It was an EX grade skill. What is the swordsmanship that succeeded generations before salt? Don't you think you have more fraudulent skills than regression? ’

It will soon be mine. If we're lucky.

•

How long have you been chasing the old man's back?

You emerge from the main street and enter an alleyway. As I walked a little further, I even got out of the alley. Edge by edge. A field with no buildings built. The sword walks through the barren field.

“Hmm.”

On the way, I stopped.

“This should do it. ”

The sword looks back. The starlight dimly illuminates the old man's body.

“Stop coming out. Young man.”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“No one will ever know what happened here. ”

He was looking right at the tree where I hid my body.

I sighed in my heart.

‘You caught me. ’

I don't think so. I followed you to the top of the list from the start, but I didn't want you to find out. I simply acknowledged my own incompetence and walked out from behind the tree.

“Pardon me. I have something to ask the sword at any cost. ”

I tried to be as polite as I could. But for some reason, the sword snorts.

“Huh. I thought you misled the tail to find out anyway." I don't know what I'm so afraid of asking an old man to do. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Oh, yeah?

For some reason, I thought I was intentionally popular. In addition, even though I didn't take any action, the sword held its scabbard. I'm at my best. I feel like I'm about to attack right now.

‘Yeah, why? ’

Of course, I liked it when you came out like this. My goal is to die by the sword.

‘But I haven't done anything except follow you. · ·? ’

I don't know if you know my heart, but the sword is worse than before. It was even spurting out of my eyes.

“· · · Great facial expressions. He's an assassin rolling on the first line. ”

“Yes?”

“Don't pretend you don't know. Other hunters can deceive, but my eyes cannot deceive. I didn't know you were a great assassin sent from the Black Dragons. ”

Uh · · ·.

Sir, there was a big misunderstanding.

"Do I have to like this or not? ’

Anyway, great. I don't want to talk about my granddaughter, but I think she'll kill me if I don't.

But I didn't understand at all how he saw me as just an F rank hunter and mistook me for a super assassin. Honestly, I don't know.

“Ugh! That's disgusting. I can't believe you came all the way out here to show your face! ”

When I saw my face, the sword twisted my mouth. I was curious as to why he did it, because he really hated it. I don't look like an assassin.

“Didn't I tell you? My eyes can never be deceived! ”

“Hey, old man. I'm really curious. ”

I had to ask.

“What makes you so sure I'm an assassin? I think it looks pretty ordinary at this point. ”

“Shut up.”

Grrr.

The swordsman pulls out a gear knife.

“You have many skills. Among them are [Skill to find out how many humans your opponent has killed]. Thanks to this skill, I have overcome many crises over the years. ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

I still don't understand.

‘Ah.'

I was convinced a few seconds later.

‘Killed the best player. I am.’

I did.

Today I hunted the best. I killed it because I knew what kind of monster I was going to grow up to be, but people didn't know it now. I was just a murderer.

Unlike the outside world, killing happens much more frequently inside the tower.

‘But murder is murder. ’

In other words, perhaps there is a number [1] on my head now in the eyes of the sword. That [1] was nothing else but a number that meant the death of an epidemic.

Is it natural for a sword to be wary of me?

“Yes, I understand. Swordsman.”

“Hmm.”

“I have nothing to say, even if you're wary of me. But think of it as an excuse. I did it for a really important reason, but I can't tell you exactly, for a really important reason. I swear by the heaven. ”

I meant what I said.

But the situation became strange. When I listened to my heart, the sword became even more sullen.

“That's disgusting.”

“Yes?”

“How dare a demon kill as many humans as you. I have not lived a clean life. · · I have never committed a slaughter as reckless as you! ”

It was spectacular.

I was really embarrassed.

“No, wait a minute, sir. Carnage? I've only killed one person in my entire life. ”

“You're a liar without shame! ”

Phew.

The sword was pointing at me.

And I said,

“I see the number [4091] rising above your head! ”

I was dumbfounded.

“What nonsense. ”

I kept my mouth shut to say, "What nonsense?" To be precise, my mouth was shut. He immediately realized where the number 4091 came from.

‘Ah.'

Killing the best player, number one.

And...

‘Me, the number of suicides. ’

4090.

Exactly how many times I killed myself.

“At ease, demon! ”

In that case.

“I don't know who hired you or what the Black Dragon Witch sent me, but I'll kill you with all my might! ”

It means that in that old man's eyes, I'm the only one who can shine a light on a man who's slaughtered 4091 humans.

Suddenly, my back was cold.

‘No. ’

This was a serious problem.

It's not about copying skills to the Sword or not! ’

Yes, it is.

‘Anytime · · · the sword will try to kill me in the future! ’

Because he thinks I'm an abomination of my own kind. Like a virus that needs to be wiped out of the world a second faster.

“Now, hold on! ”

I reached out.

“Wait a minute · · ·! ”

At that moment.

The sword flew towards me.