SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Fibonacci rises.

- Kieville!

The Goblin screams for a long time.

In my time, the screams did not stop.

- That's one.

There was blood in the air. The blood was the same color as the rain. The world was red between the blood and the rainwater when the drops were still in the air, and the raindrops could not fall.

I fixed the sword.

- Next time, take the one on the left.

And then I swing.

- K-e-e-e!

Number two.

Even before the first Goblin died, the second Goblin killed him. It's a moment. Blood gushes from the right and left.

The monsters can't see my sword and scream side by side.

One is about to die, the other one.

Another one about to die, another one.

- Aye-aye!

- Yeah, yeah!

- Kiiiey!

Immediately before the beast's scream is broken, another creature screams a new one.

Therefore, the screams around me were never over.

Play the sword.

I have yielded a command seal to play my Black Screaming Choir.

- One second.

The messenger said:

- When you swing the sword, don't hang up and swing it. Confucius, don't separate the strike from the strike. Continue. Then Vera.

You swing your sword.

- Cut from top to bottom. Just because the sword was up and down doesn't mean your shooting is over. It's no different than music. Think of it that way: if a single pitch is lowered, it's just to come back up.

Screams echo.

If the sword goes down, move back up and cut it again. Then your sword will continue.

Another second has passed.

- A sword is a battle of time! An immature person can only rule for a second. One swing, and that's it. I'm blind. I don't know how to shoot next time. A little more skilled, on the other hand, can dominate 5 seconds.

Less blood.

My body breathed.

- Don't miss out!

Before the blood runs out.

Before he runs out of breath.

It's not over if you kill one enemy. Nothing's over. I want you to know where to swing your sword next! Usually people waste their time. But you can't do that! Don't waste a second. Stay intact for one second.

Between the blood of the enemy and my breath, the blade flows.

- Prosecutors are those who live by the sword.

You swing your sword.

- You think it's easy to live one second. Do you really live?

You swing your sword.

- A man is not alive when he spends his time. It's only when you're devoted to something that you're alive. You're the prosecutor. So you must live by the sword.

I swing my sword again.

- Burn more!

The Goblin scratched my forearm and bled. Ah. I'm losing my mind. My heart beats. In terrible pain, I swing my sword and stare straight ahead.

- Kiée!

- Grr, grrrr.

- K-o-o-o!

Tons of monsters.

Monsters are pouring out of the red dust cloud. Numerous enemies. Numerous malice. Monsters chewing on my body and drinking my blood. They rushed towards me in the red rain.

- Ten seconds.

This is 10 seconds.

This is only 10 seconds.

- Burn more, Confucius. Burn your life without spilling it.

I grabbed the scabbard with all my might.

- Show me who you are.

And it roared.

Wooooooooo!

In the middle of the battlefield, in the middle of the battlefield, on the front lines of this war, my roar rang. Soldiers firing arrows at the top of the wall flinch. Monsters rushing from the dust cloud stop.

- Yeah, shit, yeah.

The messenger laughs.

- We're a little out of zombie territory. Motherfucker!

I leaped forward.

- Uh-huh?

I aimed at the Goblin who stopped. Ahhhh! I blew his head off before he even reacted. The Goblin's head rises in the air with its jaws open.

I swing my sword.

- Khh, r.

Next, I aimed for the Orc standing next to me. Screaming! You cut the Orc's head off with your blade before he lifts the club. A fountain of blood gushes out.

I swing my sword.

‘A little more. ’

Skeleton.

‘A little more. ’

Another Goblin.

‘Just a little more. ’

Tons of Orcs.

More, more, more! ’

Towards a myriad of monsters.

Behold!

You swing your sword.

"Look at me! ’

Alive.

I'm alive when I swing the sword.

- K-o-o-o!

Ogres.

In the red dust cloud, an ogre appears, stirring up a giant club.

Once, twice. Every time the monster moves the club, a gust blows. The dust that sank in the collapsed gate was scattered by the wind.

A little Goblin clubbing caused the ogre to swallow it. Phew! A Goblin flew away and hit the wall. With the sound of bones crumbling, the Goblin is in trouble.

Yeah, he didn't have any friends. No compassion, no compassion, no mercy for anyone.

Therefore, he was an animal.

Ugly beast.

- Whoo-hoo!

The beast roars ferociously.

I showed my teeth only towards myself.

‘Come.’

And this is a one-man hunter.

There is a hunter after the beast.

‘I'll show you.'

Kuang!

The ogre steps forward.

The corner of the wall, holding fast, does not collapse sharply.

Kuang!

The ugly beast has huge feet. Every time it takes a step forward, the ground shakes. The wall that defended the Empire has fallen. As you shake the ground and break down the barrier, the ogre lunges for you.

- Feet on the ground.

However.

- Eyes front.

What I need to do hasn't changed a bit.

- Slay the enemy with the sword.

I lunged at the monster.

Kuang!

The giant beast sets foot. I aimed for that moment. The moment the ogre hit the club to blow my body away, I twisted the blade in front of him.

White.

The light of the sword sank into the ogre's eyes.

- Mwah!

Already after the ogre swung the club.

It was difficult for him to reroute the attack.

‘Why.’

Now it's been a moment for an indefinite amount of time.

I was thinking of something, swarming at the orcs, avoiding the club.

‘Why did you give that bastard EX grade skills? ’

Thinking about salting.

Thinking about this tower that gave him regression skills.

‘It didn't have to be a great adult. A little more common sense. If I had just given the skill to someone a little more sane, it wouldn't have been a problem. Why, then, to a fucking psychopath. ’

Booooo!

An ogre club passed me by.

After a brief blinding blindness to the sword's light, the user misses the attack.

Thanks to you, there is a gap.

‘No way · · · Is that so? ’

I ran.

"You can't conquer the tower unless you play the game?" You mean to rule the summit, you have to be like him. ’

When I saw myself flying into the air, the ogre opened its eyes wide.

The creature tries to use the club again.

But it's too late.

Don't be ridiculous! ’

I'll show you.

‘I'll break 20 floors instead of salt. ’

It wasn't just stage 20.

Thirty floors.

The fortieth stage.

Fifty floors.

Sixth. Seventh. Eighth. Ninth.

Even the ninth stage of the ninety-nine.

To the 100th floor! ’

Until you finally set foot on top.

I'll show you!

Therefore.

[Your existence becomes more apparent.]

I swing my sword.

[Level of Hunter Kim is growing.]

The blade severed the ogre's neck.

Fibonacci rises.

Monster hide was hard, but not as sharp as my sword. The beast's strings were tough, but they were even worse than my error.

The ogre wields its arm somehow, even at the last moment of its death. I wonder if he won't die smoothly. There was no need to panic. I just strike once more.

[Expands Skill Slot.]

[Your Hunter rank is now Class D.]

The ogre's throat falls.

Kuang!

A little later, the creature's body collapses.

[Good luck to you.]

The red dust settles in the Sinalow.

-Kirr · · ·.

- Kiey! Kiey! Geez.

I see monsters. Monsters pouring through the collapsed gates. Monsters that seemed invincible forever began to hesitate. He was frightened when he saw the giant beast collapse.

Static.

You hear nothing but rain. The Imperial soldiers looked at me from above the walls, and the Demon King's monsters kept wandering off. The son-in-law is quiet. His eyes close and his feet retreat, where I stand alone.

- Congratulations.

The messenger smiles.

Thirty seconds.

Then, someone passed by me.

I could tell who he was just by looking behind his back. Black suit. White hair. The swordsman sprints through the puddle. The strongest hunter in this tower draws his sword and swings it across.

Uahhhhhh!

Dozens of Goblins have lost their necks to a dagger, and dozens of Orcs have lost their waists. Dozens of blood fountains rose in unison.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

It was only for a moment, but for a moment I saw. The bloodstream rising into the sky was thicker than the rain falling from the sky.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The sword slowly turned to me.

He left his own Fibonacci behind.

The old man opened his lips.

“ ------. ”

I didn't understand well.

My time is still slow.

“Hmm."

Did he notice my condition was unusual?

The sword smiled softly.

And this time, he said with an error.

“---Excellent.”

The old man raises his knife sack.

It rained.

The rain was red, so even after the water flowed, it was black red.

“My name is Marcus Calenberry. Young man."

I realized that was an example of the elderly.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I kept my mouth shut.

Number two.

This was the second time I heard the name directly from the ranking number one hunter.

The first time was when I was still wandering on the first floor.

In a corner, saline grabbed my head and whispered.

- My name is Popular.

- Goodbye.

That day I was killed.

Today I heard the name a second time. They were different names and different people.

Suddenly, I also felt different myself.

And the first thing I never did. What I never did, I now know I can do.

“My name is Kim Gong-ja. Senior.”

Today.

I said my name.