SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

People, such as Serpent and Black Dragon Juice, frowned at the air, looking at one or two. They will also be given a duty.

It was not difficult to guess the content.

"Escape your own kind. ’

Around that time, the Inquisitor smiled.

“Hoho?”

Perhaps [Quest] was delivered to him as well.

It was not difficult to guess the content.

“Your task is done. Aha! This is a quest to stop you from escaping and defend your empire! ”

The opposite of us.

Defend the Empire.

“Perhaps you have been tasked with rescuing your people from the Slime Empire." Hmm, interesting. I can't believe each other's quest objectives collided. ”

"......."

There was a strange static between us. Woo... Woo! The screams from the underground city of Colosseum have overwhelmed our silence.

The Inquisitor strokes his chin.

“I understand, everyone. Surrender to me.”

“…… what? ”

The black dragon furrowed his eyebrows as if to ask what it meant. However, the Inquisitor did not change his face. Laughing, he said as if he was listing a highly logical story.

“I know you're in a lot of emotional confusion right now! Even though it was only a full full hour, you were affectionate with your own kind. I can't believe that such a race has been enslaved. But this is the fastest! ”

It's fast.

“If I had not intervened, the people of this world would have wandered for thousands of years! But because of my timely intervention, humanity has entered ancient times in just 200 years. Fast!”

“Inquisitor. Even if you're right, using religion and slavery in this way...."

“I'm not saying my methods are perfect. Black Dragon Spirit! Imagine a person who may have been sacrificed in thousands of years of history. Even if my civilization enslaves hundreds of thousands of people, it's only a matter of centuries! ”

"......."

“I'm going to accelerate history even more."

Inquisitor Ethan says there are torches burning all over the underworld. Behind the Inquisitor, a giant puppy statue casts a shadow.

“Ancient to medieval. Middle-to-modern. Middle-to-modern. Modern-day at last! We will end all human mistakes, misunderstandings and massacres as soon as possible! ”

I was convinced by the voice of the Inquisitor.

He was expressing his intentions with his eyes wide open.

I can do it.

“Gentlemen, surrender to me! I'm going to stay in this world and lead them for 400 years. No, in 360 years we will bring them to the level of our civilization! ”

“You're going to survive 360 more here...? ”

“Yes!”

Beneath the pillar of a civilization's history, the Inquisitor smiles widely.

“Trust me and leave! ”

4.

We had a meeting, but there was no conclusion. Some colleagues asked the Inquisitor to take the stage, and some strongly opposed.

In the end, there was no discussion for more than two hours.

“First, let's take a look at how the tribes are doing. Everyone started getting blood on their heads. ”

I told you.

“At this rate, emotion strikes are spreading.... Let's see how our children live. And then we'll decide for ourselves. So let's meet back here tomorrow. Okay?”

Your companions nod. We groan or hold our sighs, and we are scattered to find the area where our own kind resides.

I'm sure it's where the Goblins live.

Most Goblins live in the Salt Mine.

- This week's work is over! Lime! Everybody back to your quarters!

- Fungi, other than plasma, are never allowed to travel outside!

Line up, order up!

The mountain snails wield their tentacles. Twitch. The Goblins shrug their shoulders and enter the pits directly next to the Salt Mine.

The "pit" was the accommodation given to the designated people.

"......."

I've lost my words.

Stuck in the mouth, and something like groaning comes out of the cleft of the lip.

“That's ridiculous.... A pit. These kids love mud. I can't believe you live here all alone. I have to stay in a place where it's damp. ”

- Yeah, I know.

The messenger mutters.

- Otherwise, they're looking for water. Hey. Hey.

Goblins crawl out of hundreds of holes. Goblins wear red ropes around their necks and water jars around their waists.

Plasma.

The captains of every pit are trying to get their own water.

- Kerr.

Plasma was generally a mother.

I immediately understood why the mothers were drawn from the plasma.

- Why are there two of you from your lodge?

- Glug, when I'm gone, the baby keeps crying. Take a look, Kerr...

Tsk!

The overseers of the Sanwa tribe ordered [No Goblins Outside the Plasma]. However, the mother did not even stop the mother carrying the child. If the mother was taken out of plasma, she could take up to two children together and fill two water jars.

- Glug!

Kettle, water!

Young Goblins jump into the cave spring. Splash, splash. While the children were swimming, the mothers were raising water.

A jumbo pot with no poison on it. It was a pottery that was easily broken when it fell. The Goblins living in a furnace (23799; 22900;) are valuable property, so their mothers were careful not to break the pot.

"......."

I was getting less and less chatty.

The time to draw water was the only free time allowed for the designated people. During a jewel-like break, the mother Goblins flood the sand and somehow mimic the feel of mud. I painted a tattoo slowly on the skin of the children with the sticky, similar clay.

- Gor!

- Glug, glug!

The children said they didn't know and liked it.

One child wrinkles his wrinkled hand like a limp leg, putting dirt on the mother's body. It was more of a doodle, not a tattoo.

The mother did not erase the child's graffiti.

- Night shift! Lime!

The day's work continued.

- Don't slow down, fungus!

The snail manager insisted. The Sanwa call Goblins [Mold]. It was an incantation. The fungus [Org] is pronounced by the Sanwa tribe, but the Goblins always cry and call it that.

- Get your ass out of here!

Lazy Orcs.

I was stunned by the cruelty of calling one species because it was simply ‘funny to pronounce.'

The Goblins weren't the only ones called Anchovies.

The nobles [Rat Horn]. Vampiromas are bloodshot. When I got to the birds, it was just [fish]. Under the rule of the Sanwa tribe, the traits of the tribe have been ridiculed.

- Let's do it!

- Start working nights!

Ka 'ang!

The Goblins beat the rock salt with a stone hammer. The rock salt from the salt mine was very hard and large. It was Goblin night work that split the rock salt into smaller sizes to make it easier to eat.

- Kerr...

- Ker-dub. Ker-dub.

The stone salt smells foul as it breaks. The egg yolk smells rotten. Cow! Cow! Thump! Goblins break stone salt for an hour, two hours, three hours, burying salts in the end of their long noses.

- Kerr...

From afar, the Goblins looked like they were swinging a laundry club. However, if you look closely, the Goblins' fingernails wear out.

My nails broke when the salt broke.

Blood runs through my wrinkled fingers, and the salty saltiness of the blood is excavated. Goblins grunt occasionally, but continue to work as if they were familiar.

- Lime.

The snail keeper looks up.

In the middle of the underworld, there is only one hole in the ceiling of the cave. Sunlight poured out during the day in a small hole, and moonlight sank at night. Now I can see the stars in the night sky.

- Job done!

- We're finishing the night shift, Lime!

- Get the furnaces to the cottage! Put the hammer all in place. The fungus returning with a hammer is in its 50s! Lime, don't forget! The fungus returning with a hammer is in its 50s!

The Goblins head back to the pit, shaking their heads.

- Kerr... Gor.

Waiting for the Designated One to return to the Pit is two jars of water. And some carp, like a carp, that the janitors threw around.

It was also a fish caught by caribou fishermen.

The slaves living in the water grabbed the fish and fed the slaves living in the water.

"......."

Smoke from the fish grill rises in each pit. One, two, three, four, and hundreds….

Young Goblins continue to reach out to the unfinished fish. The mother who was exhausted from mining stone salt all day long, struck her back with a helpless hand as if she were throwing out flies.

However, the children were aiming for the Hospitam food. Finally, the first baked fish was given to the children. The children gnawed on the empty fish.

- They burn anything they eat, Lime.

The snails in charge of night supervision chuckle.

- Because the digestive system is less advanced than ours.

- A real barbarian. How do you burn food?

- By the way, the candidate for the next Colosseum...

It was night.

Goblins fell asleep. The overseers snoozed and played air on the watchtower. Drunks roared from afar, but the underworld sank into silence.

"Hmm."

At this point, I've already made up my mind.

“I think I owe him an apology."

I told you.

The messenger folds his arms as if he knew.

- You're coming back?

“Yes, you can go back and talk to the Inquisitor and make a different future. ”

- What if it doesn't work?

“Then we should talk more. Anyway, there's about 200 years of time. ”

The messenger twitches his nose.

- I'm against it.

“Why? Did you agree with what the Inquisitor said? ”

- No, it's not that... How am I supposed to explain this to him?

The messenger scratches his head.

- Hey, say I'm your kid.

“Yes?”

- Like an apparition. Don't look at me like I'm crazy. Anyway, I'm your kid, and I went to the academy and got beat up and came back. So you're gonna go back to the day before, and then you're gonna get rid of the fact that I got hit?

“…… What are you talking about? ”

- Think about it from my perspective.

The messenger looks straight at me.

- If I was in an accident. I died of bad luck. Then it's also natural for you to come back. No, don't bother coming back then. Die once and save my life. Do you hear me?

“What are you talking about……."

- But if you get beat up a little bit and go back a day and it all goes away. Don't you think I'm a little bit of a dick? I'm the one who got beaten up, so why are you regressing your shit and not giving me a chance?

“What chance? ”

- I'll fuck them up. This is actually something you know. You were robbed once by the man who raised you a few months ago.

Let's talk.

“But…. ”

- Trust me.

“Who?”

- You.

The messenger was confident.

- And the kids around you.

I thought about it.

The rats living in the cave were stamped.

After a long time.

- Huh?

The messenger speaks out of nowhere.

- Hey, zombie. Look at that.

“Yes?”

- Them Goblins.

I turn my head in the direction the messenger pointed.

- What's taking them so long?

It was true.

Goblins sneak out of the pit. Maybe one or two people per pit. After checking the watchtower for overseers tightening, the Goblins head somewhere, killing their footsteps.

- Going to the cave?

Goblins have entered the Salt Mine.

The inside of the mine was as complex as an ant's den. Mountain and Tribe Supervisors, who are relatively vulnerable to salt, only lead slaves outside the mines. I didn't come this deep.

- Kerr...

- Glug, Kerr.

The Goblins walk away with their voices lowered. The deeper you go, the narrower the passageway to the mine and the lower the ceiling. It was like a maze. However, the Goblins have already skillfully found their way through this path several times.

- Huh?

I raised my mouth as if the messenger was funny.

- Look at this?

"......."

- You said it was dark under the lamp, and you made a secret passageway under the feet of the masters?

Basement two, basement three. Fourth floor underground.

Goblins have descended to great depths. There were hundreds of crossroads. If the person who doesn't remember the way takes a swift step, it will be hard to get out of there for the rest of his life.

We're finally down to over an hour.

- Kerr.

A wide open cavity was opened.

- Ker-dub, Ker-dub.

- Kerr...

In the dark cavity, the torch swings small. Every time the light flashes faintly, the Goblins' outline shifts.

There was more than one passageway leading here. How many are there? Not only were there the Goblins that I was chasing, but also the herd that came from somewhere else.

- Kaa.

I admired the man behind it.

- Look, am I right? They're all people. I'm not just waiting for someone to help me!

Maybe he responded to the messenger.

The tower whispers to me.

[Designated tribes start secret gatherings.]