SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Great Library of the Worlds.

The shadows of the bookshelves hang over each other, forming a complex net.

“I don't know. ”

The voice of serenity wandered through it.

“Hard. Hard to calculate. Have I killed so many lives? You mean there are so many lives lost because of me? It is impossible to be responsible for only one death, and people living in so many worlds……."

I took out the old diary with my stammering hands.

Just as Kim Yul left behind traces of his death, he left a diary in the life of his memory erasing.

“Goddess of Protection, old man who dwells in the shadows, followers of the blind eye. ”

It was the constellations that had been slain.

Najjik recited the red names, drawn in a straight line.

“The seven noises, the great serpent, the fowl that consumes the universe, the witch that was sparked at dawn, the lion that dreams of extinction, the poetry, the moon that swallows it, and the great lake...."

The names pour down. There's no end to the call.

After calling out hundreds of constellations one by one, he slowly looked at my face.

“…… I don't know. Unknown. However, when I entered the body of Kim Yul, Kim Yul felt tears in the world and vomited a curse, I also agreed with Kim Yul. Kim Yul agreed. He wanted revenge on those who had driven him this far. ”

Killer Castle was silent for a while.

“I see.”

He mutters.

“I, too, deserve vengeance from the world. ”

Tak.

Killer covered the diary.

“Even if it kills me, it won't be enough. Eternal pain. I will only suffer forever, and those worlds will wish me well. But just suffering means... How can I apologize to those who have already died? ”

I nodded.

“Librarian.”

As if waiting for my call, the Head of the Gallery held out his head from the bookshelf. The librarian's cheeks are reddened.

“Welcome! Unlike the previous revelations, this time, the Bible also did not see you directly. I've just read the new appendix to [The Story of the Ascending City]. Ugh, really..."

“That's it. Come here. ”

“The king is getting tougher every day.... ”

The librarian flew in.

“Here you go. What do you want us to do? If you want me to,”

“Give me the [Epic of Refantha Aikim]. ”

“Ah……. I did say," If you want me to. "You just know? All the books in the book are the sacred relics of the book. Only the basics can be formed in this lifetime. Give up such precious books. You can't treat them like boats..."

Of course I will, but the librarian handed me the book.

“Killer.”

“Hmm."

“Your story is in this book. Until you first fell into this world, met [Goddess of Protection], became Le Fanta Iyim and became mortal. It's got a whole life on record. ”

"......."

"You lost your memory, but not forever. Again. Take it back."

Silence settles in the library. He watched [Epic Lepantha Aikim] without saying a word. The librarian looked at the two of us with a small sigh.

That constellation understands the meaning of my words.

Killing stars were not understood immediately.

“If [again]. ”

“Yes, like I just peeked into Kim Yul's past. ”

“…… from the beginning? ”

“From the beginning.”

“My life, hundreds of years, is to be peered back from the beginning. ”

“What you did, what you thought, what world you trampled on, what lives you lived in. ”

"......."

“Memory is the first step in everything. ‘Don't forget.’ Kim Yul risked his life. You'll have to bet your whole life. ”

Static.

“I understand.”

Static.

“You're right, I judge. ”

And silence.

"......."

I handed over [Epic Lepantha Aikim]. In order to take it over, he had to put the diary back. Instead of a diary of days and days, the life described from beginning to end was in his hands.

“Indeed.”

He muttered, holding the book.

“Just by repeating your own life, the world is simply hell. Is every man carrying one hell? ”

Killer turns his head. There sat the Prelate.

“Captain.”

The Prelate, called the Supervisor, could not answer right away. I couldn't answer. The silence contained decades of gaps.

“…… Yes. Mr. Kim Yul.”

I also couldn't answer him right away, called Kim Yul. You fail to answer. There are hundreds of years of gaps in that silence.

For decades one has survived and centuries the other has left in the quiet air of the library.

“Kim Yul thought he wanted to forgive you. ”

He said.

“And I also think the same as Kim Yul. ”

I want you to be forgiven. ”

The Prelate closed her mouth.

The Prelate closed her eyes. But can we say that the Prelate closed his eyes? Probably not The Prelate was already out of control. My lips were closed, not my lips, and my eyes were closed, not my eyes.

"......,......."

A sigh of breath rushes out from the warden's lips. "Thank you," the Prelate said. "I'm sorry," the Prelate would have wanted to say. But the Prelate endured everything. Those who could not endure fell into groaning.

“…… I……."

Groaning was a fragment, not a horse.

But somehow, I could see the painting that the debris wanted to paint.

“Just a little more... I..."

If only I had lived a little better.

If only I had a little more power.

If only I was smarter when I was a kid.

"......."

At that moment.

I realized that thunder-like vibrations pierced my entire body. The Prelate's clenched lips, closed eyes, and the back of both hands on the ground. Old skin, tremors in the arms. I saw a bent whole body and realized something.

‘Ah.'

The Prelate was screaming.

‘I must prove it. ’

There are people screaming in this world.

‘What I want to prove. ’

The whole world is mixed with animals and humans, and there are people screaming separately like islands, so I can hear them in my ears and somehow get into my eyes.

I just want to prove the screams.

‘There are people here. ’

My masterpiece.

‘There are people living here. ’

Whoever stitched up the Shrine's grain for the first time, must have preached the doctrine of shadow for the first time. You must have felt what I'm feeling right now.

He's angry. He saw the hungry, he saw the thirsty, he saw the nine lives and the nine deaths, and he felt [you must not prove it].

"......."

I want to prove it.

I want to inform everyone.

I want to carve a scar that cannot be erased from the world that there are people here, that there are people here.

‘Don't forget. ’

I want to capture the Prelate in my garden.

Not only that.

The dance of the children who laughed at me in the house of hell. The voice of an angler howling toward the sky, holding the corpse of a mother and the corpse of a baby in the middle of the town. The birth of a swordpawed teacher in the Named Snow. Raviel. Raviel.

‘Do not forget. ’

The first diet contained hunger.

‘Now I have to contain my medicine. ’

Children's dancing in Formula 1.

The Angler's Exclamation in Formula 2.

Teacher's sword in the third way.

Raviel's sacrifice in the fourth act.

The Prelate's silence in the fifth formula.

‘I want to contain it. ’

Can we contain it? I did?

It's so hard to contain one hunger, one life. No, can you really capture the lives of many people?

‘At least for the rest of your life. ’

Position.

My life had a purpose.

‘Prove that people live here. Prove that someone died here. Prove how he lived and how he died. Capture the noises of the beasts and the screams of men. If he laughed, even the vibration of that smile. ’

But...

‘Not yet. ’

I still have some work to finish here. Many. Rebuilding the Archeon Shrine Ceremony from the beginning is not suitable for my situation, but will require tremendous strength and effort.

‘... Yes. Let's not rush into anything. Let's do what I can right now. ’

I turned my head.

And he looked at our viewer.

“Librarian. No, Hamustra. ”

The librarian shrugs. The library chief, who was staring at the butcher and the dean, frowned.

“Ji, it's true. Shame on you! Call me by my name. ”

“Please let me read [Epic Lepantha Aikim] whenever you want to be killed. It doesn't have to be stage-targeted. Just as you are observing the world, please allow your tenderness to do the same. ”

“Ah. Mmm-hmm. Hmm."

The librarian struggles to think, breathing heavily.

“In order to do that, I need to share the power of the throne.... I'll make it as an apostle. Mm-hmm. There are constellations giving birth to apostles without hesitation, but the throne is about. Would the Apostle say it's awkward... or not his taste...? ”

There's no way a man like [Gallery Chief] can make friends or subordinates from his last name. Like a bookmarked maid, with weird acolytes.

“No?”

“I don't hate it..."

“They were brought back to life, but they were copied to a different kind of pyramid anyway. What difference does it make? ”

“Mmm-hmm. It's no different..."

“Your choice. ”

“What if it's a choice...? ”

“So far, you've loved the story of the supernatural. But according to your grammar, the soft spot now has a divergence. There are two roots. ”

“Breakpoint.”

“Yes."

I made eye contact with the Librarian.

“Root 1. In this route, I did not meet Killian. I don't remember meeting him. Stay on the same 50 floors as usual. A week's worth of memories, we go hunting for the constellations. ”

Doll root.

Killing is forever the route to [Puppet Master's Parade].

“Root 2. ”

And this is where the killer I met is.

“I know Kim Yul-seon now. And I remember slowly recounting the life of Le Fanta Aichim, who started with Kim Yu. ”

It's gonna be hard.

“I'm going to walk the same way, through the book, through the centuries, again. ”

It will be painful.

“I will be there, and the Prelate will be there. You don't have to swallow your whole life in the first place. Slowly. Swallow one bite, just as much as you can digest. You can rest while you're at it. ”

But that's the life of mortality.

What will become of Kim Yul's life one day?

“Choose the route of the innate nature you want. ”

"......."

The librarian looks at Killian Castle.

The silence of the constellation did not last long.

“The Killer. And the Foster of the Four Kings. ”

The librarian grinned and opened his arms to the Prelate and the Prelate.

On this day, someone's epilogue will be finished.

“Would you be willing to work as a librarian? ”

Someone's prolog has begun.