SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

3.

In the beginning there was a lime.

The people did not know where ‘Lime’ came from or where it was going. However, ‘Lime’ chose the foremost among the people, and testified that the people themselves are the chosen ones.

-Although there are many people in this world and there are many, only you are the ones who utter the words "lime" and "two phrases." I will allow only you to call on my holy name. Ah! This is your power. Consider ‘Lime’ as the evidence of your choice so that you can recite 'Lime’ to prove my existence in your life and in your voice, whether you eat or poop, when you wear it or undress, when you sleep or wake up…….

“…… Is this what you call pooping? ”

The Inquisitor smiled widely at my question.

“This is my temple! ”

“Temple?”

“Yes! The vocal organs of the mountains are very unusual. Only the Sanwa of the Seven can pronounce the Lime! So I pronounced it in the name of God. ”

The Inquisitor blamed it, and lightly landed in the underground city. My colleagues and I followed him. Inquisitor Ethan introduced the history of the "snail civilization" trampling in a daze.

“Nobles and Nymphs don't pronounce [Lime] exactly! It's simply because the vocal organs are different, but I've given this mythological meaning. ”

The snails slowed down. They pass through our bodies, but they don't recognize us at all, as if we were invisible.

“The Sanwaites can recite [Lime] as proof that the heavens have chosen them! ”

“Why…?"

The paladin opens his mouth.

“Why did you do this? Inquisitor, you know better than anyone the fears of religion. There's no turning back the misuse of God's name. ”

“Oh, I didn't misuse you. I used it deliberately with great care! ”

"......."

“Usage is different from misuse and even more different from abuse. ”

The Inquisitor smiled brightly.

“Gentlemen, religion is bound to happen anyway! People are always trying to find a cause everywhere. They're trying to find out why they exist, why the world exists. God. This single word is magic that fills all the ultimate causes! ”

The Inquisitor points at the pillar. A massive pillar. It rises from the bottom of the cave and runs through the ceiling in the middle of the underground city. The columns were lined up with Egyptian murals.

The "temple" I read earlier was engraved on this column.

“But……."

“Paladin, I know what you're pointing at! But there's still so much that people don't know. They don't know why it's raining, they don't know why their hearts are beating, they don't know why they have to drink water to live. ”

A smile was drawn on the mouth of the Inquisitor.

“Think about that fear. ”

“Fear...? ”

“Yes, I'm afraid. ”

Inquisitor Ethan said.

“Your heart beats in your body. You can hear the beat, but they don't know why the heart beats. If you get hurt, you bleed. If you get less blood, you die. But they don't know why there's blood. They have no idea why bread is so good, why it makes them happy when they're hungry, why they can only live on salt. ”

The Inquisitor put his hands together in prayer.

“To them, the world is surrounded by unknown monsters! No, there are even monsters lurking inside of him. We don't know anything, we just live our lives! Completely ignorant and powerless in his life…. Ladies and gentlemen, do you understand their fear? ”

Kick!

You hear the sound of a stone digging somewhere.

There are miners digging for rock salt on the other side of the vast cave.

“A god relieves this ignorance and powerlessness. Rain is no longer an unknown monster. God's tears! The world sometimes shed tears. ”

Cough, cough!

The snail miners spill the slime and collect the rock salt. The snails grab a sharp stone with their tentacles.

“Salt is no longer an unknown stone. As the ancient Zimoxin was torn to death, hair became a forest, blood became a sea, and teeth became salt. Salt is God's remains. So it's sacred, so it's safe to eat. Aha! Today, mythology is about putting hygiene certificates on each food! ”

The birth of a heretic interrogator who prays with his hands together seemed godly.

The Inquisitor relaxed his voice and said it like a stream without water.

“And God says, You were born because of me. I care about you and therefore you care about God. You see, it's only by God that people find the cause of life that was left blank. ”

"......."

“Everyone! Imagine that."

The Inquisitor grins.

“The beating of the heart in your body is no longer the groaning of an unknown monster. God designed people by borrowing their own identity. Therefore, this beating is God's intended tone, and I am eavesdropping on God's composed music anytime, anywhere. ”

The Inquisitor sighs.

“Isn't it beautiful...? ”

Inquisitors looked around the underground city.

The world you created.

This [little god] rejoices, looking back at the civilization the snails have gathered and achieved.

“Now people get out of being alive. We're finally out of the slime! Finally, there's a direction to their lives. ”

We didn't fall into this world for nothing.

We are loved by God.

“Humans constantly build temples. Build and dedicate huge wonders. They bring proof that they are loved by God here on earth. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it wonderful? Gentlemen, humanity in this age is the love of the world! ”

"......."

“Every love needs proof. It takes effort. Instead of suffocating in fear, they struggle and struggle to get loved by the gods! Even though this love is a dark misunderstanding, sometimes people need misunderstandings to survive. I congratulate them! ”

The Inquisitor opens his arms, loosening his airway.

“You may think religion is a necessity. All necessities are born of necessity. They must still have God! They have God, and they breathe, and they live, and they love. ”

It was the Faith and the Faith of the Inquisitor.

“Humans need a reason to love flowers in order to shed tears on a single flower. God gives them endless reasons! Ancient gods never destroy humanity. God is the one who understands himself and loves the world! ”

There was silence for a while.

The sound of rock salt being mined from afar rang out, cackling, and ringing.

I slowly turned my head to look at the underworld.

- Slaves, move out! Lime!

- Break time is over. Lime! Load them up and get them to the docks!

The snails cling to the stone wall and wiggle their tentacles. Thud! The slaves carrying the forks bend their knees. Is he used to whipping already? The slaves groaned and set out again.

- One, two. One, two...

Among them is a Serpent-led race. There was a nobleman with a single horn on his forehead. The doppelgangers were used to carry heavy loads.

- Shhh. Shhh, shh...!

A tribe led by a paladin. The birds swam in the river leading out of the cave. The mermaids steer the galley themselves as they swim, and their upper halves are tied to their foreheads by ropes.

Baa! Fyr!

A race led by the Black Dragonlord. The blood-sucking creature flew relentlessly through the cave. Bats squeezed scrolls and other gross items on their hind paws. From west of the cave to east, bats are traversed, delivering luggage to the villagers.

“Ah."

I noticed my gaze and the Inquisitor smiled.

“This is the capital of the Slime civilization, Limepolis. Its specialty is rock salt. According to mythological lore, this is where the ancient Zimoxin fell off his head as he died! The Sanwa believe this cave is the [skull of Zimoxin] and the stone salt is the [tooth] of Zimoxin! As a major industry in delivering these [sacred teeth] across the empire, the Sanwa people control their power through salt trade. ”

“... Amazing. Amazing, but still... 200 years. ”

The Black Dragonlord groans.

“It doesn't make sense. How did you survive 200 years? ”

“Hmm? We're kind of in a state of mind at the moment, aren't we? It's 200 years or so! ”

“No, that's not it…… it's 200 years. ”

“Yes! In the meantime, I have continued to possess the White Puppy. And when the puppy died, it took possession of its offspring again. ”

“I mean... no. ”

Rather than speaking, Black Dragon Juice looks bored. Other colleagues did not look much different.

The Inquisitor smiled and said.

“So, the puppies of my bloodline are taken as Legendaries! They stay in the Imperial Palace and the Temple. I was about to die today, and I was about to take possession of a new thirty-five. Unfortunately, you're back! Welcome back. Welcome!”

"......."

My colleagues are silent.

A pillar stands at the back of the Inquisitor, and beyond it is set up a Sphinx statue. The sculpture is, in a word, a giant wellcogger. You can imagine what kind of dog the Inquisitor possessed.

And...

- Glug!

I heard a cry that was too familiar to me.

- Kerr, Kerb! Glory to our Holy White Lion today! Kerr!

- I offer my blood to the citizens of the Great Slimepolis! Glug!

Bang, bang!

Two Goblins slap their shields with their swords. They stand on flat flats. An endless number of snails cheered around the cranes.

I've put all my money on you today, you filthy mold!

- Circe, today is the day! Kill him!

Ooh! Ooh, ooh!

The Goblins roar after hearing the crowd scream.

- Gooooooooo!

And the Goblins rushed towards each other. Mud splashes up.Goblins swing their daggers at each other with their shields. Cough, cough! There was a loud, scary hissing sound.

The cheer from the snail audience grew larger.

Whoo!

- Barbarians without skins! Raimun! Take it with your front foot!

- What are you doing? Lime!

I lost my words for a moment.

“…… gladiator? Are you a gladiator?”

“Yes!”

The Inquisitor's smile widened.

“Sword Wrath! ”

The Goblin howls and swings his sword. Blood gushes out. Red stripes of blood are drawn on the body, with unstoppable skin and geometric tattoos on the shield.

“The Designated People are famous for being brave and smart! They are the most beloved species of Swordsmanship across the Slime Empire, in Slimepolis. ”

The wounded Goblin screams. The user doesn't miss the gap. You stabbed the Goblin in the neck with an inverse knife.

Blood spilled.

The audience cheered.

- Gooooooooo!

At that moment.

[You will be given a 32-story quest.]

I saw letters engraved on my face.

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[Great Snail Empire - Designated Side]

Difficulty: B +

Mission Objective: Ethnic Unification is imminent. The main character of the unification is the mountain tribe. They led a highly developed system of government and religious organizations, enslaving other factions one after the other. If we let them do this, all the factions will kneel down under their slime.

You must rescue the Designated Clan from the overwhelming Sanwa Clan!

However, if India fails, the 32nd Floor will be finished with the Sanwa victory.

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Escape.

That was the mission of this stage.