SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Luck.

It was fortunate that I avoided the sword.

“Hmm!? ”

The sword opened its eyes. Perhaps he thought I was a great master. Therefore, the master is prepared to be struck or avoided by a sword or counterattack · ·. You never would have expected me to burn the ground so badly.

“Hey, Swordsman. Wait a minute, listen to me! ”

I didn't care about dying. I followed him here to die anyway. But even when I died, I wanted to find out if there was a way to solve the sword's misunderstanding and then die. That way you can avoid useless conflicts from the next round.

“I'm a real low-level F hunter. ”

“You avoided my sword. You must be the great assassin! ”

“Oh, are these old people deaf!? ”

It was a big deal. It got deeper, rather than solving the misunderstanding.

You dodged an attack earlier, again, but you're in luck. I couldn't keep an eye on where and how the blade flew from. That old man had the skills to surpass my cognitive abilities.

"If you attack again, you will not escape!" ’

I guess I'll just have to give up persuasion.

I saw the sword slowly approaching, ready to die.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Stop.

At that time, the sword hesitated briefly. It was stumbling.

At first, I thought to myself,

"Oh? You want to hear me out? ’

But no. The sword did not look at me. The gray-haired old man frowns at the air. I also took a look at the mosquitoes because I wanted to fly, but there was nothing in the air.

“· · · I said I would take care of it. ”

An old man spills his horse in the air with nothing.

“· · · Loud. Let's arrest and interrogate him.Should we keep this demon alive? · · ”

It was soliloquy again.

What the hell?

For some reason, the sword that seemed to cut me down stopped for a while. Instead, I constantly started mumbling to myself. The crisis was a little delayed.

I narrowed it down.

‘Is · · · that Soliloquy also a skill? ’

Yeah, maybe.

At the bar, the old man says he's mentally ill. But seeing him talking to himself right now, something was different. Psychopathic and a little sophisticated? The old man really seemed to be talking to someone.

"Telepathic skills? ’

Suddenly, I came up with such a hypothesis. Telepathy or reverberation. Freedom to talk to people who are far away. I knew there was such a skill.

‘Then · · · inform others about me. ’

My back is cold.

Just like you found the guy who killed 4091 people? ’

Wanted.

Hunter administration rarely appoints wanted men. The horse is a wanted man, practically an assassination order. The wanted person will turn the Giant Guild against all enemies and be chased by the top rankers.

Until it was publicly executed in the square of Babylon, the city on the top floor.

‘Not just that. ’

I clenched my teeth.

‘You must die now! ’

Don't drop a single search warrant, so you can go back 24 hours and erase everything that's happened. I had to die right away without delay.

I stared straight ahead.

“· · · · became My mind is made up. No matter how good a teacher is. ”

The old man still mutters to himself into the air. I was not 100% sure whether it was just an old man's mental illness or whether he was actually talking to someone. But I opened my mouth to prevent the worst disaster, even if I wasn't sure.

“How are your grandchildren and grandchildren? ”

The old man stops talking to himself.

And slowly turned his head toward me.

“I heard there's been some bad news out there lately. It would be beautiful if it were your grandson and granddaughter. I'm sure you're very worried. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Dark blue eyes.

His eyes are still like the deep scales of the sea.

“You said it used to be a fabulous family in Northern Europe. The more families like that, the less likely they are to be targeted by terrorists. In case you haven't noticed, your granddaughter is already dead to the scoundrels. ”

Screaming.

‘Yeah.'

Sounds like a ripe apple chopping in half.

‘Huh.'

At first, I couldn't understand what it meant. I've been watching the old man all along. Obviously, the old man didn't move. I didn't even flinch. I was just silent with my old lips closed.

Where did it come from?

The strange thing did not stop here. Originally, the sword stood upright on the ground. But the ground keeps turning upside down.

The horizon tilts. Half the moon is turned upside down and rises in the night sky like a ferry. In the middle of the world where the night sky was lying upside down, and the moon was tilted toward the moon of the stream, there was only one old man hanging on the horizon.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The old man's blue eyes watched me. His eyes tied in the sky resembled the starlight, so he could see why the old man was called Sword.

And I realized...

‘Ah.'

The ground was not turned upside down.

My head was cut off, falling backwards.

Striking.

‘Beautiful.'

My eyes do not read the old man's swing. I couldn't read, but I could see the next world after the strike. Looking at it, I unconsciously thought it was beautiful.

After a while, I hit something. My head is numb. My ears are deaf. I didn't hear anything. I found out a little later that my head hit the ground.

By the time I knew it, I had not shined anything in my eyes anymore.

[You're dead.]

What kind of skill do you have?

How long do I have to train to get to such heights?

[Skill conditions are achieved due to death.]

I was captivated by a completely different emotion than when I was killed by the salt. I felt betrayed by salt. I wanted revenge.

But not for the swordsman.

‘I want to resemble you. ’

I was just jealous.

‘I want to have that blow. ’

The feeling I felt before I knew the reality of salting.

"Me too, I want it! ’

Jealousy, ownership. Admiration.

Endless desires burned my heart again.

And there was a voice in response to my flames.

[Randomly copy Hunter Marcus Calenberry's skill.]

Cards appeared in a dark world.

[Forms a skill card.]

Glug!

All the cards showed only the back. To hide which cards contain which skills?

‘But the color of the card is more vivid than when you were killed by salt salt. ’

Maybe he's already adapted to death. 4090. As the Swordsman proved with his [Kill Count Skill], I have already experienced thousands of deaths.

No hunter is more accustomed to death than I am.

‘I'm not proud of it. ’

It was the moment I wanted to make a bitter smile.

[Please select a skill card.]

The cards that were floating in the air began to fly quickly.

Whoo!

Suddenly, I was surprised. But soon I woke up and focused on the cards.

‘I don't need anything else. Golden! You must draw a Golden Card. ’

It was fast. It was impossible to chase them consciously.

‘Oh, my God.'

Have you ever drawn a golden card from a card that flies so fast when you're killed by salt? How did you do that? I was incredibly lucky at the time.

"There's no telling you never to get lucky here again!" The golden one. Where are you, golden boy? ’

By the way.

Something was wrong.

"Huh?"

No matter how carefully I looked, I couldn't see it.

‘You don't seem to have a golden card. ’

Among the flashing cards, there was a poop card and a silver card. However, there was nowhere else where the golden card glowed. I've been focused so many times because I thought I'd seen it wrong, but nothing was missing.

There's only one chance.

Stop, are you serious? ’

I was frightened.

‘Really · · · Nothing? ’

From the beginning.

The Sword had no Class S skills.

3.

"This is ridiculous! ’

I wanted to scream.

"You're the number-one hunter in the rankings! A legendary hunter before the plague, but no class S skill!? ’

I couldn't believe it. But it was true. Otherwise, my skills were clearly evident. Marcus Calenberry, the Swordsman, was on his own without Class S abilities.

What a shock and horror.

‘No, no, no! This can't be happening! ’

The reaction I showed in the face of shock and horror was just · · real injustice.

‘There must be some trickster skills among the silver cards! ’

Should I call this desperate or lame?

Anyway, desperately, desperately, I looked at the cards.

"Three poop cards. Four silver cards. ’

In total, seven cards flew around.

‘Ignore shit cards completely. ’

It was a reasonable choice.

Now the question is which silver card to pick!

Probably includes [Kill Count Skill]. And there will be an unknown fraud skill.

Of course, I wanted skills that were as deceptive as kill count, but not as subtle as regression skills.

"Quarter Chance! ’

Gambling in a word.

I had to choose the winner purely by luck.

"Please leave! ’

I reached out my hand.

‘Please, just float once! Sword Fraud Skill! ’

Then I snatched the silver card.

[Selected. Copy the skill.]

[Returns to 24 hours ago.]

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“Huff!”

I stood up, swallowing a single word.

Side room.

I was welcomed by the trail that seemed to be abundant even with 2 pyeong of generosity. It hasn't been washed for a long time, so the rugged area is occupying a foul smell.

Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to look at the single compartment.

“Float · · · Rise!? ”

I checked right from the top.

To see if I had succeeded or failed at a quarter chance gambling!

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Name: Kim Gong-ja

Rank: F

Skill (3 of 4)

1. I want to be like you (S +): Passive

2. Regretter's reel watch (EX): Passive

3. Sword constellation (A +): Passive

4. None

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“Ahh · · ·. ”

I groan. I'm half amazed and half groaning.

“It's a good thing I picked out an Aplass skill. · · · ”

Be amazed first.

I was relieved that I had chosen the best course of action, although I did not make it to Class S. It was also fortunate to avoid such subtle skills as kill count skills.

“· · · Another passive skill. ”

And Hannah.

In the beginning, my goal was combat skills. Some rare martial arts. A sword. Or a skill that Awakens error. Most of those Talents are Active Skills.

That is, I have failed to acquire the finest combat skills.

“Ha.”

I sighed.

“No, if you think about it, I'm full of fuss too. ”

If the endless hunters hear my moaning now, they'll go mad. Where did you get an A + grade skill? You dare to be impatient.

Yeah, it is.

I decided to think better. Let's focus on the skills in front of us.

“Skill card open. ”

Glug.

Hunter reminded me of cards that only he could see.

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

[Regret's reel clock (EX)]

[Star of the Sword (A +)]

The constellation of the sword. The name doesn't tell me what the skill is.

“I don't know. Even if I wanted to be like you, it's a strange name. ”

It was hard to determine if the skill was poor or a winner by name.

Maybe it was a great skill.

It was a moment to comfort yourself and grab a silver card.

- What's all the noise?

You hear a voice that cannot be heard from anywhere.

- Grandpa, this teacher told you. If you want to get out of training in the middle of the night, go out quietly.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

- If you move, I'll just have to follow myself. I don't need to wake you. Let's please live with each other's manners. Yeah? Yeah.

Slowly.

I slowly looked at the direction in which my voice was heard.

The crevice of a single compartment. I was in a cramped place to lie alone. Something blurry but definitely present. Something lay on my back like an ox.

“Excuse me.”

It gave me goose bumps.

“Who are you?”

- Huh?

And I met with an unidentified gaze.

Ghost. Ghost.

Something that no living human being could ever see.

-Engen?

Ghosts were badly impressed. I didn't know I'd be mistaken for a gorilla if I wasn't dressed. The shivering ghost frowned even his eyebrows, and he boasted the appearance of a horror class.

- Hey, who are you?

“· · · I'd like to ask. Who are you?”

- Do you see me?

I nod trembling.

“Yes.”

- And hear voices?

“Well, maybe it's because we're communicating. ”

What, am I talking to a ghost?

I thought ghosts would roam around like monsters, grumbling with grudges all their lives. But this ghost was different. He said like a human being, except his torso was blurry.

- Huh, weird? This can't be happening.

The ghost tilts its head. I didn't seem to be the only one who didn't understand the situation.

Because it's like a dog house. Where did Grandpa Marcus disappear to and why is a kid like you in front of me?

For the first time, something I could understand came out of the ghost's mouth.

“Uh, Marcus... Marcus Calenberry? You mean the sword? ”

- Tsk, tsk. Well, it's too much to call a rookie sword.

Ghosts lick their tongues as if they didn't like something.

- Well, that's what they call inspiration. Where'd he go? He should be around here somewhere.

I was dumbfounded.

Swordsmanship? ’

The number one hunter in the current ranking. As long as the saltwater runner is destined to be killed by me, I'll probably be on top of it for a long time.

What the hell is a ghost in front of you that calls such a giant a beginner? And why I suddenly started seeing ghosts in my eyes.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Even to solve the question, I turned the silver card upside down.

And I read the skill description.

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The constellation of the sword.

Rank: A +

Effect: From another world. You cleared the Tower of the World to the 99th Floor, but were frustrated with 100 floors in front of you. The grudge remained, and I was the one behind it without paying the bills. You can't physically interfere in this world, but you can interfere in the spirit of the owner.

Get advice on his wealth of experiences and amazing skills!

Except for the owner, no one will recognize the mastermind.

A skill copied from Hunter Marcus Calenberry.

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I've lost my words.

- Hey, where's Grandpa? Are you talking to me? Slurp. Hey. Even though I've seen you like this, you're doing great in the Royal Academy! One blink of an eye, and a bunch of warriors could grow up on their own.

Oh, my god.

I think I copied the sword's messenger.