SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

- Sir, are you awake?

Kim blankly blinked.

A ruined wasteland.

Kim was standing there with a knife.

- Is this...?

- You just had a fight.

A voice comes from the blade. The voice of the goddess. The voice of the constellation that summoned her. I could recognize the goddess, but Kim ■ was dumbfounded.

How did you get here?

It seemed like it was soggy in my memory. Though I try to remember, even if I try to dig with my fingers, I keep getting black dust, but it's soggy.

- The warrior... fell into the enemy's trap.

The goddess wept.

- If you fight like this because you get ambushed you can't handle it... The warrior used the power of the Salvation Blade for the first time.

- Salvation...

If you throw something away, you save as much as you can. The warrior abandoned [a letter of his name].

Kim ■ only realized the identity of soot.

- That's right. I did.

I threw one letter out of the name forever.

I can't remember what name I used to have, Kim ■.

No matter what.

In return, I got a view right in front of me. Your swing turns your surroundings into ruins.

The group that ambushed themselves with evil tricks and schemes evaporated, leaving no trace. This time, the warrior survived more adversity than he could survive.

-... but it's okay.

Kim ■ muttered.

- I never liked that name anyway. I can't believe I got this much power just by throwing away one letter.

Kim was lightly surprised that his name was worth this much.

Not only the name, but the life I lived before I came to this world was worthless.

At least Kim thought that way.

- Whew.

- Yes, sir...

- I can save the world a little faster.

You waste your worthless time and get a valuable landscape.

Kim ■ knew what he had to do.

- First of all, let's make a new name for myself.

Le Fanta Aikim.

The name Refantha means "Man of the Wilderness" in the ancient language.

Kim ■ never referred to himself as a leptant. But at some point, people started worshiping him, calling him "Le Fanta."

Kim ■ became a man from the wilderness.

2.

The land passed by by by the wizards was a wasteland.

I crossed the ruins into a whirlwind.

Silver-haired man dared to look at me like that.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The most formal.

The Asayugum employee.

The child's gestures, which are prone to hunger, are carried by the sword. Claws that scratch the sky. The most primitive of movements and the most primitive of screams, I cut the head of a fleshly creature.

“…… maximize your senses. You're wasting an hour. ”

Killer grabs the sword. Yikes! The blade and sword collide. Killing star stopped my attack and stared me in the face.

Blue eyes.

“What a strange sword. ”

With the other hand, he was holding a journal.

“Is it a shameless operation of error in the air? Traditional Muslims say they are obsessed with the law of internal affairs. Perhaps you learned this sword in Safa, not in the sect, and that is the martyrdom you spoke of..."

I swing my sword.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

Transplant implant <UNK> .

The bayonet gum isn't ready yet.

A dry wind blows in the wilderness. The quicksand dust scatters. Thistles. There was a dead man who died of thirst because he could not drink a sip of water even though the sea was abundant in the sky, and the world was a desert to him. I summoned a desert and hurled it towards the city of the dead.

“Fortify your defenses. In return, you throw away the taste of the water. ”

He blinked as he faced the desert breeze. Xiang! Once again, my sword was blocked by his sword.

“This kind of fighting is not good. Four kings.”

A voice resembling the desert flows.

“You are a righteous man. If your justice is built on the right logic, you…"

“I hope so.”

I recited the prayer.

“I hope so.”

The only prayer I allowed.

The red orb roars. My blood boils. The memories I've accumulated, the landscapes of death I've collected, the people I've walked to answer my prayers.

“Agabara.

There was death, even though it was seawater. There was a choking death by drowning in the sea. There are so many ways for a man to die, that the alleyways I once saw, the ground I once treaded, were all places where someone's death was recorded.

Therefore, the essence of the world is not.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The third formula: .

Drowned bayonet gum.

"......."

Silver-haired man swings his sword.

“Interception enhancement. Dispels the smell of the sea. ”

“How far do you think you can throw it away! ”

“As long as my life continues. ”

I clenched my teeth.

‘I see now. ’

I aimed for an assassination that prevented the wave from hitting one after the other while inflicting the wave. I stared at the man with silver hair. And I realized that.

'This man was one of the endings I could reach. ’

A warrior who has mastered the art of horseback riding.

150 years ago, the courier faced this warrior.

That's why, when I fought my master - the traitor was desperate.

I'll teach him ways to be happy.

What happens to a human being who just abandons himself.

The messenger saw it firsthand and knew it, so he fought the teacher.

If I didn't have a handler.

If I hadn't met Raviel.

If I thought [I could sacrifice as many memories as I want],

And in the end, I'd be like a man in front of me.

“Le Fanta Aikim! ”

I swing my sword.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

Equal to Death.

Verb glue gum 20941; <UNK>

Killer swings the sword.

“Abandon the warm wind and the cold wind. ”

Our two swords crossed.

“You said justice! ”

“I said justice. ”

Our eyes met.

“If I'm being righteous,”

“You can't threaten my life.”

“You,”

“I,”

The voices of both of us collided.

“I told you!”

“I told you.”

The voices collided against each other.

I shouted like an angry wave.

“Then what is your justice! ”

Lepanta Aikim's voice spread like rain and covered my cry.

“My justice. It destroys the constellations.”

“Why?”

"I can't answer that," LeFanta Aikim said.

But as the messenger said, Le Fanta Aikim was forced to talk now. He opened his mouth to buy time to waste.

"-Costellar is the freedom of choice that is taken from man. ”

He said justice.

“Line" is based on human freedom. Therefore, the constellation that infringes it is evil. ”

He said good and evil.

“[Immortal Happiness Preacher] I told you I defeated the constellation. Then you will know. Humans who lived there would have been infected by the constellation without even the right to choose, forcibly happy. ”

He said right.

“What about [Eternal Plain Horse]? Under the hoof of that constellation, the world just becomes a battlefield. It becomes a Arena.Even everyday conversations turn into sophisticated arguments. There is no human freedom in it. ”

He said freedom.

The rain like voice, I swallowed it all and cried out.

“You said humans should be free! ”

“Yes.”

“If so,”

I swing my sword.

“What are you! ”

“I,”

“It's just a moving machine, as it says in the diary! There's no freedom in that! ”

“That's a valid point. ”

Killian swings his sword with his right hand, but with his left hand he does not release the journal. He glances through the diary with his indifferent eyes.

“I answer: If I can give up one man's freedom and save all others' freedom, so be it. I made that decision, and as soon as I made my decision, I was free. Therefore……"

“Don't be ridiculous! ”

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The Five-Piece Curtain.

The Serpent's Blade.

“What difference does that make to the constellations you just said! ”

"......."

Killing stopped, but only stopped. My blow, which I scraped together the poison of the world, quickly defended the city.

“Throw away the scent of all flowers. ”

“Smell the flowers, watch the sunset, drink, eat, feel the wind, and it won't work for a week! You just throw it away! ”

“…… constellations have an adverse effect on the world. They transmit their thoughts and thoughts to humans. In it, only humans become one. There's no choice there.”

I recited the diary of Killcheon.

“To give humanity at least the freedom of choice, the constellations,”

“Well,"

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

Carnivorous meal .

Soldier bayonet.

“What you're doing,”

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The seventh round of the herd.

Blacksmith's Blade (326454).

“What's the difference! ”

“... I give up all my dreams for a week. Take away the pain of the wounded. The scenery of morning, day, evening and night..."

“You just move according to the journal! I'd rather have a constellation! At least the constellations know what they're doing. You're just acting on text! ”

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

An eighth form of clothing.

Short Edge Sword.

“Your name is not [one who kills heavenly constellations]! ”

Killer.

“You, [constellation killing sky]! ”

“If killing a constellation is your only mission and a duty - first, kill yourself! Killer constellations!”

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

Old fashioned .

Hyographic Sword ⁄ 2.

I pierced my Black Killer. However, it was not the flesh that cut off the tip of the blade. It was a diary. An old notebook that can't be kept out of sight at last.

My blade broke in the middle of it.

"......."

Numerous pages were blown into the air.

His days and days were scattered like petals.

“…… throw away one second. ”

Killer mutters.

You fought with the spiders in the tower, and you fought with me. His memory accumulated for a week was exhausted. Finally, a bullet fell from the hand of the fleshy.

“Throw away one second-- ”

Despite reaching such a membrane, the inertia still did not stop working. He still has something to lose. No, what was thrown away was constantly going on.

“Abandon one second. ”

Moments and moments.

The endless present has been sacrificed.

He swings his sword at the expense, raises his error, and defends himself.

“Abandon one second. ”

Yeah, it is.

“Abandon one second. ”

That's your scream.

“Abandon one second. ”

The machete responds to every scream.

“Abandon one second. ”

I have come this far with the screams of the snow, the screams of the heart, the screams of a child, and in the end, of course, your screams, who created it all.

“Abandon one second. ”

Killer murmurs and wields his sword. No sound in your voice, so it's colorless. Ignorance, because I have no heart in my eyes. The colorless and reckless man continued to block my sword with his silver hair shattered.

“One second……"

And my knife broke his shoulder.

“……, discard. ”

It didn't stop.

“One second.”

You swing your sword without stopping. There was blood on his shoulder. Blood burst from my calf. Every time my sword followed, a red color fell into the desert of gray.

“Abandoned..."

I dug into the skin of his body. Killing didn't stop the charge. Fluffy! The gentleman who was pushed towards me falls back. I held up my sword high, making sure he didn't move.

“Le Fanta Aikim. ”

“One second……"

“I take back your screams. ”

And I pierced his heart.

"------."

The blood flowed backwards from his tender lips. Your esophagus is blocked. Your mouth is blocked. Killer looked up at me with his expressionless eyes. As he looks up, his lips move, but his voice does not get stuck in the blood.

"...................."

But that's what screaming is.

".............."

In the heart where the beats of serenity are, in the mouth where the voice is, blood flows. Blood spreads more and more around the concentric circles. Light silver hair in between white and gray was wet in a pool of blood.

"......."

Slowly.

He closes his eyes.

[Your existence becomes more apparent.]

A small voice rang out.

[The king's level grows.]

[Expands Skill Slot.]

[Your Hunter rank is now Class C.]

[Good luck to you.]

I didn't stop there.

[Your existence becomes more apparent.]

[The king's level grows.]

The tower's voice is proclaimed.

Just like the cause I've been walking so far exploded all at once.

[Expands Skill Slot.]

[Your Hunter rank is now Class B.]

[Good luck to you.]

My son-in-law is silent.

I quietly drew a knife from his heart. The corpse of the Killer was mild. As if death had closed his eyes from the beginning, he lay in his own blood pool with no expression on his face.

At that moment.

[The Lonely Savior is appalled by the death of his child.]

[The Eye in the Maze alerts you to an unbelievable situation.]

[‘The Eternal Plains Horse’ shows astonishment at the death of Killer City.]

The world vomited in horror.