SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

4.

‘Cold.'

In the middle of the snow, I thought of the thyme of thyme.

Buried in the white snow, the world became colorless, odorless and silent.

The world was just a cold blank.

‘It's cold...'

My flesh is cold. My bones are cold. Blood, too, was cold.

I thought of the thyme.

‘My stomach is freezing. ’

"Mom?

‘I think it's filled with ice. ’

‘Mom.'

‘It's freezing in here. ’

I think and think. My insides are getting frozen while I think. Suddenly, it got cold in my head thinking that.

Cold.

Another cold world.

Behind her mother's back.

How long has it been?

- …… ugh.

Silence is broken.

- That's weird.

Afterwards, the odor was broken.

- It's been ten days since it snowed around here. You can only measure the thickness of the covered eye to 5 inches. Why is this child still breathing?

Finally, even colorless is broken.

The thyme looked me in the eye with a young eye. The old man stands. He dug through the snow and made a noise. He grabs his wrist and reeks of the old man. The old man's eyes, looking at him, were black.

- That's not normal.

The old man was an old master of the Church.

- Born with ice capsules. The cold in the world will be a quiver for you soon. Weird and weird. Since the little boy dug his eyes out and passed ten days in the snow, it must have been the last time he heard about it in the literature!

-.......

- What's your name?

The saffron aroma opened my lips.

- I don't know.

I don't remember the name.

- How old were you?

- I don't know.

- How did you get buried in the snow?

- I don't know.

-.......

I couldn't think of anything.

It's cold. Your mind is frozen, your mind is frozen, and all the words in your head and heart seem to be frozen.

- Poor thing. The young one is already buried in the harmonica....

The hard-worker moans.

-But it's the perfect bowl to learn to do the work. When the Archer of the North Sea looks at it, she will take a fortune. It's a performance! But what a performance. Whether the main school will act for you or you will act for the main school. My presbyopia is hard to fathom.

I didn't understand the smell of beef jerky. I could hardly understand what the old man was saying. The person in front of me said only too many difficult things.

Whipping.

The old man touches the head of the heifer.

- Aha, will you follow me?

-.......

- I'll feed you and put you to sleep.

It was easy to understand.

Slowly nodding, the old man says.

- You don't smell good. Without a name and without a birth, you must be a child born of snow. I'll give you my last name. And I will call you the fragrance of your eyes (S ).

The smell of snow.

- From now on, you are a martyr, a cow.

The thyme was silent for a while.

And I said,

- Where am I going?

The hard worker smiles.

- It's where kids like you hang out.

5.

“---Not possible!”

CheonMa said.

“In life, there has never been a single disciple. Although the world has fallen to pieces, the law of the throne remains unchanged. Studying! What nonsense! ”

Hot Spring Cave.

We were out of the snow, in the heart of the last survivors in the world. I was surprised that there were still survivors, but I gladly welcomed us as guests.

But only as a guest.

He didn't seem to have any intention of accepting me as his disciple.

“Aye, Maduya. What are you being so petty about? ”

The Muslim monk chewed through the cliff by his side.

“It's remarkable that the other bastards survived. Not only have I survived, but I have pierced this ferocious river to teach you, which adds to my astonishment. What, you need to be tough like before? ”

“Wonderful and beautiful. ”

A thousand horses sighed.

“Nevertheless, the law of priesthood is harsh! In the main school, people do not carelessly adopt people. Only those who are abandoned by their parents and abandoned in the world can join the church. ”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. They ”

The monk shakes his head.

“You should. You should. Why don't you just leave me to be your teacher? I am Nam Gong-un, the founder of the Daenam Palace Seca and the swordsman of the Red Forest. I love you very much when you come as my disciple..."

“Why can't you accept me as your disciple, my lady? ”

I ignored the old man and asked. The Muslim monk was a little shocked. Is my name not widespread except for birds...!? ’I cried. Poor thing. Let's leave it at that.

The thousand horses narrowed their eyes.

“I didn't just say that. Only the forsaken can enter the world. ”

“The world has changed. ”

I told you.

“Mysterious monsters have turned people into bullies. The Moorish Gate and Sega fell side by side. Now that the world has abandoned us, we are all abandoned in the world. whether you like it or not. ”

“My Lady, aren't the terms of your enlistment satisfactory? ”

The angel kept her lips shut.

Because I'm right.

First of all... I was a hunter. An orphan who abandoned the outside world and went to the tower. I was a little ashamed to say I was abandoned in the world, but I could say I had abandoned the world. Heaven says [conditions of enlistment] will be satisfied enough.

“… good. ”

Thousand horses stood up.

“If you're so confident, you should try the Three Swords somewhere. ”

She looked down at me.

“I will decide for myself whether you are worthy to inherit the teachings of the Church. It's obvious he'll just talk nonsense."

"......."

I woke up, too.

“Thank you for your opportunity. ”

I withdrew the sword. Shhh! A knife rang out in the vast cavern. People were looking at me. I waited quietly to see which sword I would demonstrate.

Of course, I had no intention of demonstrating such a method.

[Activates skill.]

Astronomy.

There was a skill that I had acquired aiming for this moment.

“... Phew. ”

As the rookie strikes, a myriad of movements are drawn in his head.

Strange and mysterious swords.

However, it was a completely different matter of driving on the road than what was visible to me. I have yet to fully understand the Archeologist. If you keep showing off your sword, you'll only be torn apart like a bird chasing a fowl.

‘If it's going to tear anyway. ’

Therefore, I remembered.

"We have to tear it right. ’

The landscape of [trauma] I've experienced so far.

I drew them one by one in my mind and swung my sword.

To spread the cavities.

There have been sightings, sightings, groans and screams that have been seen as you climb the tower. Moaning and screaming were born because they would always fly. As if I had just heard it, I thought of groaning and screaming. I pierced my heart with their voice.

"Help me."

Help me, please, I'm hungry. You're gonna eat it, please.

Underground in a mansion.

I thought of the voices of the children who were tortured and trapped there.

I want to live.

The children were bound in chains. When the house is on fire. The children could not escape the chains, watching the flames burning before their eyes. I had no choice but to burn.

I wanted to play a little more.

The children scream into their hearts, wielding their swords.

“Don't, Maduya! That sword..."

"......."

You hear a sudden panic in the vicinity. But I ignored it. It was not the sound of blindness that I had to put in my heart.

Slowly, slowly, bitterly.

I swing my sword to think of what I must think of.

Burn!

Burn the witch's nest!

Continental liberation.

I remembered the voice of the Angler who was trying to save the sick.

Why?

You are human too.

The angler spills the black sapphire from her eyes. The paradise she created. The small village is on fire. Man burns man, and the sight of man being burned by man is sealed in the eyes of the devil.

You're human, so you can shed tears.

"Was it called a monster?" So you didn't hesitate to burn it.

Were you the only humans?

The Angler cries in his heart, wielding his sword.

"......."

My black has gotten faster and faster. The astronaut I gained by death became my brother. The trauma I received after I died pulsed to the left. I thought I was going to get lost in the middle, but then I pulled up Qi and forced the sword.

- Look at this guy...?

The messenger said it was fingernails that scratched the world.

But the more I opened up the Shaman, the less different I thought.

It's probably more of a scream or a crier than a nail.

- Wow.

My sword was joined over and over and finally became a sword.

- If I was born in the Moorish, I would have been a martyr.

My sword was never beautiful. It was immature, clumsy. There was no floral scent, only the smell of burning fire. If a sword had a face, my sword was only the face of a man who had been burned.

It's just screaming.

No matter how astonishing Yin Yang is, the world born there is astonished.

Although the lines of the quadrupole are subtle, they cannot overcome the screaming trunks of humble men.

A sword that contains the sighs of the world is sharper than a sword that contains yin yang.

A sword that swings along a stalk of scream is stronger than a sword that moves along a strange edge.

The deeper the lament, the lower the scream, the stronger the sword.

That's why we're strong.

Dead.

That was the doctrine of the Church.

"Speak."

I forgot the agreement and the agreement lost the agreement. Say it. "

If you say so, I will kill you as you wish.

Heaven is the heavenly realm of such doctrines.

The highest sky.

The Heavenly Horse should know all the screams of the Christians, and know how to unleash them all with a sword. The thousand horses' swords must be screamed at the world one line at a time.

And so, somewhere in the world, there are people screaming and vomiting.

"The world has become a ball.

Decades of time are meaningless and meaningless.

Even the sky like that.

Even a thousand horses screamed at the last moment.

"Hahaha. Hahaha!

I laughed because I was crazy.

"Hahahahaha! Ha, hahahaha….

I put that smile in my heart, swinging my sword.

“Stop. ”

You swing your sword.

“Stop it.”

You swing your sword.

"I told you to stop! ”

Suddenly, my sword stopped.

I didn't stop because I wanted to. A whirlpool. A thousand horses were holding up my blade with a wooden stick. The spiky inner air stood on the whirlpool and rumbled.

“You..."

Thousands of horses muttered indiscriminately.

“Where did you learn to steal the feasts from? ”

Her eyes are black.

“You cannot deceive the eyes of the throne! No matter how messed up and immature your brother is, what you have opened now must be the Shaman. Only the devil can be trained in this heavenly realm, and the throne has never seen your face. ”

“Tell me, where did you steal it?" ”

I realized that I was more tired than I thought. I'm out of breath. I'm soaking wet. The sword in your right hand feels heavy as a rock.

You look around. Not only are you blind, but the rest of our group are staring at me dead. In the cavernous ceiling, starlight was pouring from the night sky. Maybe it's been a lot longer than I felt.

"To me......."

I opened my mouth with difficulty.

“Am I qualified? ”

"......."

“I deserve to be your disciple. ”

The thousand horses were silent.

After a long time of silence, the woman turns away. Thousands of horses moved to the other side of the cave. Her back was a rejection back, so no one could pursue her.

If I was a little more energetic, I might have chased him....

“Sa, Sa, Sa King? ”

Fluffy.

My knees are loose.

“My Lord! Are you all right, my Lord?!" ”

Your consciousness is clouded. You think you've consumed too much error at once. He'll probably pass out all night like this.

I tried to smile at the pharmacist for peace of mind, but it was hard. My eyes were already dark.

- Tsk, tsk.

Just before I fainted, I heard the messenger's voice.

- An unprepared maneuver makes you a martyr. This is why people have to build foundations. The messenger sighs.

- Well, but…….

And...

- Not a bad bird. What a weirdo.

I've lost my mind.