SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

“Lord..."

The angler carefully looked up at me.

“112 deaths are excessive. Still, you've become so thin that you can hardly recognize it in a few days.... ”

“Why. Has my loyalty grown so much that I'm worried about my body? ”

The angler hesitates. It figures out how to answer.

It's good to have flattery. Or it's better to reveal your insides.

“... and when the Lord is gone, so am I. ”

Angler opened his lips.

“I can't stay in my little paradise anymore. I lose my life, my memory, my meaning, everything. It's all up to you. I'm worried about myself, so I'm also worried about your body. ”

“It's good to be honest. ”

I lifted my mouth.

“How are you? How are you doing these days? ”

“Yes…? ”

“You're living in a village in Estelle. The people you value more than your life have returned. How are you?”

After getting the right to monopolize the 20th floor. I released the Angler to the village. Except when I had to do something like this, I was determined to keep her in town.

Angler replied with a tense face.

“I'm... doing well. ”

“How's it going? ”

“If you tell me something's wrong... Ah. ”

Angler blinks.

“There was a time when people called Hunters came along. The secret of the Four Kings' sudden strength, the treasure hidden by the Fifth Guild, will be here... But the Witch brought by the Lord and the Hunters following her did not spread with great commotion. ”

Indeed, the Black Dragon Guild. After-sales is clear.

“No more grumbling about the Lord of the nearby kingdom. I'm being measled by the nomads they dragged in to attack us... Even so, the Empire and the Temple have declared my village sacred at the same time. Sometimes Lizardmen and Elves come and give gifts... ”

Things in this world seem to be going smoothly.

“It's just... to me, I've lost my powers. ”

“Hmm."

“The sick who come after hearing my gossip... and especially pilgrims who hope for miracles after the proclamation of the Holy Land, what should we do with them... First of all, the Hunter High Priests who followed the pagan Inquisitor whom the Lord introduced are taking care of them..." ”

“Don't worry, I've got something in mind. ”

Specifically, I was going to build a new pharmacist's pharmacy on the 20th floor.

‘The new customer said he would only accept it through me. ’

Once this expedition is completed, the position of the pharmacist will be announced.

‘I have to clear the traffic too. ’

As patients are constantly visiting, you can gain experience with all sorts of diseases.

‘The pharmacist can't handle the workload alone. You'll have an employee. It's okay to put the Angler as an assistant and let the Pharmacist aspiring Hunters be your pupils. Then the pharmacy will grow in size naturally...'

It won't take long for the new pharmacy to be recognized as an Alchemical Branch and converted back to the Headquarters.

‘I have to take care of my own people. ’

I smiled.

“What else? ”

“Other than that... Ah, Dagena, Dagena is the sub-ion of my village. I think you like the Tteokbokki brought by Hunters. And Garchof, who's an old man guarding the orchards, handed out the fruit to the hunters guarding the village, so that the hunters of the Black Dragons could also return the fruit of the Lord's World --"

The wind blows.

The snow was scattered, and the moonlight was quietly scorched by scattered snowflakes. The voice of the angler flows like snow. I listened to the story under the moon to the end.

The anglers tighten their heads.

“---That's the situation. ”

“It's worth living. ”

Angler replied carefully.

“Yes, it's worth living. ”

I nodded.

“The people of this world deserve to live. ”

"......."

“Quickly gather the corpses."

The golden hair flows down his shoulder. The anglers tightened their heads. A voice leaks from Joarin's lips.

"I have my orders."

3.

It is said to be the right place.

Summoning the Angler to entrust the collection of death, as a result, was very good.

A humble constellation. Called the Fall Rain Demon King, he once destroyed an alien world. She knew how to harvest death.

“I'll start by looking for a town or city with a government office. ”

Thousands of skeletons move according to the hands of the angler.

“A place of caretakers should have a map. It's just a rough map, but it'll be good for geological contrast. I want to scrape up the maps and stutter the remote rural and fishing villages. ”

The zombies were delivered three days after the search began. It was not the corpse of a trained martyr. Ordinary farmers and people everywhere. It was the bodies of those who did.

“I will bring back the bodies of my children and their mothers strangled by the starving children. ”

Skeleton bones are small. White bones brought corpses in rows. In the middle of the snow, the white of the bone and the white of the eye were hard to distinguish. So from afar -- it was like corpses were moving their feet towards me.

“The children who opened their eyes in the morning to see my mother's dead body. I will also bring back the bodies of children who would have died of weeping next to their mothers. ”

A procession of corpses follows.

Death was listed.

“People in the village who would insult a dead mother if they couldn't be a parent. ”

“Hiding under a well, avoiding the plague, but never made it up. ”

“Prisoners who were locked up and killed without even having a chance to escape. ”

Anglers were carefully selected and carefully selected to develop the poor.

Like a servant who tributes only what is most precious to the king.

About a week later, the angler once again knelt on one knee in the snow.

“I have brought you, Lord. ”

I looked at the snow.

- Phew...

- Ugh, ugh!

-Keep...

There were many deaths listed.

The corpses struggle with Skeleton's arms and legs. The face of a dead body is old. Some faces were hatched. Starvation was both men and women.

“…… good. ”

I took off my tie. I took off my suit and threw away my underwear. Dark nights. I command the skeletons, barefoot.

“Let me go.”

At that moment.

As soon as the skeletons unravel, 112 zombies rush in. Instinct, where the flesh smells strong.

Towards where I stand.

“Come.”

I smiled.

“Come! ”

Kwazna!

A young corpse jumps in. It bit my calf. The excruciating pain breaks during the climb of the calf. The old man ripped his thighs out. The pain that burst from my calf was cut off from my thigh, and then again, into my stomach, rising up.

"-----."

Maybe I screamed. But I couldn't hear that scream. Because a corpse ripped my ear off.

My lips worked. My tongue worked. Being unable to hear and unable to speak, I just watched the many shadows dig into my body.

[You're dead.]

I looked up at the night sky.

The moon has been reclaimed as if it were a snowy land forever.

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The last night sky that an old man looked up at was like this.

He was a lifetime fisherman who worked on the river. When Ganesh bites his finger, the old man does not panic. I drove the ferry calmly.

- If you die in a boat, you won't have a problem with the world.

The old man's ferry was tossed and tossed by the river, where the town was visible.

The old man lies on the boat. I was comfortable as if I were lying on my back. I could have died because the waves turned upside down. I could have died asleep.... The old man was happy to be born in the river and die in the river.

Last time I looked up, the moon was still.

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I didn't know how the whole world changed.

Taeyoung thought, walking through the walls at night. Originally, I was not even fragrant. I was a teacher who learned a few lines of writing. However, Taesoo died, Taesoo's scents died, and his servants died.

Death leads to death. At the end of the hydrogen door, I was confident.

-Seongju.

A sickness approached and said, He was originally a pillar of the inn, not a pawn. Even though I was making fun of her, my head was working well and I could use it.

- What is it?

- The grain panels are empty, and after the full moon, there won't be a drop in the warehouse. Fishers sometimes catch fish, but it's not enough. What should I do....

- Reduce the grain supply to the elderly first.

The young Taesoo said.

- The Musketeers are myriad. We must spare those who can still fight. Reduce food to three-quarters for the elderly and the child.

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Taesoo was cruel in front of him. Sometimes it was colder than a river. Where did the scripture study at the mouth of the town? I wonder where he learned such a strength. The sickness sometimes surprised me.

- The repulsion won't be satisfactory...

- Half the food you give to the young man. There are fewer people and fewer people, but all together it is tolerable.

- But it's a complaint, isn't it?

- I'll starve first.

Taesoo said briefly.

- I'm going on a fast. If I, the leader, don't say anything, even the disparities will lose their power.

- …… Are you okay?

- This place won't last much longer anyway. How many days will this change?

The moon looked up from the wall was suffocating.

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- We're all gonna starve to death!

The boy shouts in a hurry. It was a girl, a beggar of openness, whose separation between the poor and the rich is no longer a leader of her peers.

-Seongju told me not to eat children. Don't even think about living!

- Then what should we do, Sis...?

- If you die, you eat something and you die. That should be a good lesson.

The kid snapped.

- There's one recipe I learned in openness. It's called vomiting. It's literally a mud cookie.

- Mud chips...?

- Cookies you can make with all the mud you want.

The boy shines his eyes.

If you know how to swim, keep catching fish. Don't just hand it over to the grown-ups, just share it with us. And the rest of you, go down to the river and spread some soft mud.

- What are you gonna do?

- I'll show you.

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The children scattered the mud along the river. There were sand in the soil. The children took the mud and graveled several times.

- Put all this mud together, put it on the mat.

The kid's boss teases his hand hard. She clumps the mud like a ball and throws it into the mattress. He spread the mud wide as if it were a plaster.

- All right, that's it!

- Becoming... what?

- All you have to do is dry in the sun. Then they make mud chips.

The children were ridiculous.

- You just baked dirt in the sun!

- How is this a cookie?

- Shut up, it's a recipe from an open vision. You're looking good.

The little boss pulls out his pocket. It was a bag of salt. Originally precious salts, but now the rations have been cut off, each egg is like salt. The boy mixes salt into the clay dough.

- There you go!

At the end of the day, the mud dried up.

- There you go. Try one! But be careful when you eat. If you eat too much, it won't taste good! Saves them a little bit.

The children mutinied and asked for clay chips.

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-... surprisingly decent to eat?

Some children chopped clay chips like hamsters with their front teeth.

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- It's salty.

A child licks the mud chips with his tongue. Keep your eyes open. It's like cracking an ice cream. The child's saliva is buried, and the corner of the clay snack is soaking wet.

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- It's not good...

Some children just made tears.

The little boss chuckles.

- It's okay, I just need to eat. From now on, we have to take care of everything we eat. Usually, let's eat sodas and fish when caught. Okay? - Okay.

- Yes, Sis...

The children soothed their hungry disguises with clay.

The human hole was cunning. The soil was covered with salt and the children's esophagus was accepted as food.

The saltiness of the tongue had to be deceived in order for the mud to be swallowed. So the children did not slaughter the clay chips at once. I licked the mud chips with my tongue and tasted the salt.

- But don't lick it too much! It's all gone. Lick and lick.

By the river, the children doused the mud every day.

- Yeah?

By the river.

- Look, it's a corpse.

An old man left in a ferry on the edge of the river.

An old man born in the river died in the river. The old man regarded it as happiness. I thought that killing a ferry was a way to save the world.

There was something that the old man didn't think of. It was that drowned bodies were sometimes pushed to the riverbank.

If it was the old man's happiness that died in the river, it was the old man's misfortune that he had been pushed to this river, not the other side.

And it was everyone's misfortune.

- I think the old man drowned.

- Poor thing...

- Fisherman.

The children approached the old corpse with fear and curiosity.

- Huh?

It was a dark dawn.

- Now, wait a minute!

- Yeah?

It's not just a body!

The corpse twitched while taking charge of the children's delicate footsteps.

- Run!

There were children who ran away.

- Ah...

There was a child who could not run away.

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That was it.

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The formation of a river that had been disconnected from the Yellow Road and the surrounding villages was so devastated. The old man is dead. The last monarch died fighting. A pawn died trying to leave the gate. The little boss died surrounding his brother.

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They tried to live.

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I struggled.

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He tried to live, so he endured hunger.

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Fingers where children were digging for wet land by the river, spreading mud. A stretch of clay dough on the mattress. Even the fingers holding the dry mud cookies tightly.

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112 deaths.

Either way, there was no hand gesture, not hunger.

[Trauma replicated.]

[Check that the subject's identity remains intact.]

[Penalty closed.]

I slowly opened my eyes.

"......."

Snow was silent.

A quiet night. My own words flowed through the night.

“I thought I'd learn how to husk a tree... ”

Reality surpassed my imagination. In the world that was doomed to destruction, was the bark of a tree not even traumatized? Humans were able to eat mud even when cornered.

“Yes, you can. ”

I stood up and opened my eyes. You wrapped the error in your bare hands. I dug and dug and dug and dug, and came to a frozen ground under the Lunar New Year.

It was the first land I saw since I fell into this world.

“Let's see…. ”

Digging up frozen ground for years was not easy. I also had to use errors. A handful of dirt was dug out and heated with the fountain snow. Like boiling soup. After a long time, the kernel begins to weep.

Truly muddy water.

Sand and gravel were collected daily. I copied what I saw in my dream. The mud is rounded. I took off my suit and made it a mattress. I spread a large lump of dough over it.

"Hmm."

Time passed. Mud cookies were baked in the morning and noon sun. I carefully held a mud cookie that looked like Dangona's.

“... I'll eat well. ”

I clenched it with my teeth.

Bashrack's voice echoes in his mouth.

"......."

You lick the edges of a mud cookie with your tongue. The feeling became a little dry. However, when I accepted the cracked mud cookie as the sole of my tongue, the clay grains cling to the ceiling. The whole mouth was crumpled.

"......."

A little later, I had a trick. This food was not chewed with a molar. It was chewed through the front teeth and then swallowed little by little through the throat. The warmth of the sun and the smell of dirt. I dug slowly into the food I had just kept the two.

Mmm-hmm.

"...... It's not tasty."

Bitten.

“It doesn't taste good. ”

I ate it because I was crushed.

“Really, it doesn't taste good."

Swallowed.

"......."

My shoulders trembled.

My heart trembled.

I felt overwhelmed by emotions I couldn't say anything about. Anger or sadness? Perhaps it was hatred. Humans originally came out of the ground, so why can't they dig it up? Why is the earth's interior and the texture of the soil so profound?

Why?

"......."

Suddenly, my right hand was clenched. I was filled with anger and sadness, and emotions that I might have hated in my hands. That's when I realized. The unspeakable emotion was originally held by the hand.

Not to be told, but to swing.

The task was to wield the handful that remained in his hand.

"......."

Let's go back.

I withdrew the sword. I put a knife to my throat.

Let's go back and show Thousand Horses my sword. No, not my sword. A sword of the elderly, the sick, the Holy Spirit, and the children who died without a name.

I have never read Chordaria, so I don't know the subtle nature of yin and yang. If there is a mystery in my shameless act, it is only their scream. If my blade contains a genuine spirit, it is just a human hand that the sky has thrown away.

It's a grudge and a grudge, don't cry.

It's just a sky of grudges and grudges.

I stabbed myself in the middle of the neck with my sword. 112 people have died in my heart and have regretted. What I had to do was the same as the last time.

I asked CheonMa to take me as a disciple.

Thousand horses thought about one night just like the last time.

After one night, Thousand Horses presented me with a test.

“What's the test? ”

"Hey."

The thousand horses point to the bottom of the pit.

“I threw a stonemason down there. It is the top star that has been well named in Kangho, a review index that has been awakened or discouraged at the main school. Break that gauntlet. Then I'll take you as my disciple. ”

However, Thousand Ma said.

“Fight hungry. Fight the Musketeers, but only hunger in your mind. Only the pain of hunger should be placed. Other emotions or thoughts are not allowed to dig into the mind. Can you do it? ”

I didn't answer.

There was no reason to unravel what was not said.

Instead, you quietly dive into the pit.

- Gruuuhhh!

One of the strongmen charged at me.

I stared at the gaze with an indifferent eye.

"......."

Smell of mud in your mouth.

Feel the lump of dirt on your hands.

Only the child's hunger is immersed in the heart.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The most formal.

The Asayugum employee.

You swing your sword.

Strike. Cut off both legs.

Distance, cut off both arms.

Three strikes, his throat was cut.

Either way, there was no hand gesture, not hunger.

The top martyr was silent, stuck at the bottom of the pit.

"......."

I looked up.

A thousand horses opened their mouths. Like when I first saw our group, I looked at me with a face that was even more frightening than that. Her eyes flutter. After your eyes shake, your heart will flutter.

The meaning of life that I thought I'd lost.

Because I saw it start anew in front of my eyes.

as it became visible.

“My Lady.”

I opened my lips slowly.

“What will the next death look like? ”