SSS-Class Suicide Hunter
$181.
“What are you talking about? My children are pure, cute, stubborn, sincere... Anyway, all the good things in the world are rich and born. What do you know about our blins? ”
- Yeah, blowjob. Be a Goblin for the rest of your life.
The messenger chirps his tongue.
At that moment, a voice rang in my head.
[34 floors quest will be given.]
Have they determined that the status of the stage has been approximated? I have a quest in the tower. The letters spread like blurry paint in front of my eyes.
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[Theatrical Era: Classical Crisis]
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The name of the quest was unusual first.
I climbed up the quest window on my knees in a frustrated position.
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[Theatrical Era: Classical Crisis]
Difficulty: B +
Mission Objective: You have succeeded in granting Myth to Designated Tribe. Designated tribes are born to listen to your story, to see your paths, to learn your beliefs. But a little excitement. After hundreds of years of hearing the same story over and over again, the New Generation Designators are tired of mediocre "classics"!
For some time now, second-generation classics have become popular in designated societies. Beyond the sensational popularity and getting close to the Wind, this current threatens even the place of the original myth with Bayah!
‘Ugor. I prefer dark ketauger to good ketauger. ’
‘It is tradition that gold coin and silver lily are connected. ’
‘Killing and sword are good too. ’
‘You don't know anything. Swordsmanship is a classic made with Heavenly Horse. ’
This is bad!
Designated tribes are starting to conflict over real myths. At this rate, the designators may lose their common myth. Once the common myth is broken, the designated tribes will not be able to enter the law of law!
Precious White Lion, for the stipulators, theater is a myth, and the play that brings the most vigorous cheer is a dream. Decide what is true myth and true history! Unite the myths, establish the law of error!
However, if India fails, your faction loses its characteristic 'Bridge’.
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"......."
I have read the quest window several times.
“Er... In short, my stories get so twisted that now I'm confused about what's real and what's fake? If I let this go, it will be the way I planned to come. ”
- I think so.
“Hmm.”
I stroked my chin.
What am I gonna do with this?
Immediately, many thoughts crossed my mind. But first things first.
“Do I really need to fix this? ”
I just felt like it was okay to leave it like this.
“I'm sick of hearing the same story all the time. The kids are hungry for a new play, and they want to try this and that, and there's no reason for me to sprinkle ash on it. ”
So what's the plan for your ambitious arrival?
“That's my appetite. I started it by agreeing that Ubrica would be fun. If kids nowadays say it's not fun, it's their minds. I don't want to interfere with their fun. ”
- Whoa.
The messenger claps his hands.
- You look like an adult parent for the first time.
“I've always been an adult parent. ”
- What a load of bollocks, when there's a competition to cover up the most childlike parents in the world, that's where you're going to be victorious. Zombies.
“Oh, that play looks fun. ”
I pointed to the theater across the street.
There were so many theaters in this city. If the amphitheaters in the intersection are a big corporation, then that's a small theater that aims to win alleyways. However, the theatrical poster was pretty, whether the advertising skills were sharpened or polished.
- Epic Queeger! Visit Queeger's Bloody Pole [Firecracker]!
The Elf Ticket Member shouted.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. [Demon King Estelle] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Two people on a mythical journey together! His story!
A foxy Hopgoblin painted on a poster with a black tattoo. And there was one downright muscular Hobgoblin.
Two shots staring straight at each other with their backs facing each other.
“You and me, apparently. Right?"
- Yeah, I guess that makes two of us.
The messenger was also intrigued.
We entered a small theater with anticipation. A few clean scraped logs were placed on the surface, and visitors sat on top of them. Fully seated.
“Oh.”
I had more expectations for the right facilities than I thought.
“It's small, but neat. It feels like a minority elite. ”
- But was there anything I could tell you about me and you?
I don't know.
Not really, except for a drink.
“Well, maybe this is second-generation. Ah, here we go. You don't have to watch... quietly. ”
- We can talk to each other, but we can't hear each other.
“Don't they sell popcorn at the theater? Watermelon beer, fried watermelon shells? What's with the watermelon? ”
We watched the play [Firecracker] while pranking. I also felt overwhelmed by my expectations for a moment. The face and the face of the person behind me rotted in real time as the play progressed.
“What the hell. ”
- Fuck?
The two of us ran out during the play.
- Are these assholes crazy?
“Crazy.”
It wasn't me on the poster, it was the salt!
“Crazy.”
- Why are you picking up salts with a thousand horses?
"Crazy."
A madman poured out of my mouth without rest. Triple eva. It was a triple out.
“Come to think of it, I think I need to decide what a real myth is. Children's fun? Of course it matters. But not salt. It's not salty. Crazy. These kids are crossing a line. ”
- You're right! Fix it!
The messenger and I swore with one mind that we would complete the quest.
“Let's take a look at how to solve this situation. ”
I've been wandering the city until night.
As a result, I found that the era of history had an unexpectedly significant problem.
It was also related to the traits that the designators had gained.
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[Bridge]
Classification: Religion, Military, Politics.
Origin: [Crocodile Belief]
Description: The White Lion Faith has finally begun to form a religion through [Guru doctrine] and [Crocodile doctrine]!
The first prophet Gorge recognized the White Lion as a friend and father of the Designated Nation. By the second prophet Ubrica, the Designated People learned the myths of the White Lion.
However, Bridge is currently facing a crisis of identity! There are all kinds of religious sects around how to interpret the myths of the White Lion. The sects accuse each other of heresy and insist that they have the true White Lion's law!
Designations who believe in different myths have different images. Depending on what impression you have, the appearance and effectiveness of the error are very different! Solve the problem of interpreting doctrines!
However, this characteristic can change depending on the evolution of history.
Danger! 16 factions are conflicting over the doctrine. When conflicts escalate, religious segregation may occur, and sometimes factions may become divided!
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“Oh, dear.”
I can see how the history of the last 300 years has gone.
“Here. This is probably the problem with Ubrica dying. When he was alive, I could have defeated him with force... ”
The kids who haven't been able to make a sound, they're starting to make voices.
“Of course.”
Ubrica was strong. She was too strong. When the strongman disappeared, things did not go according to anyone's will, even though there was disagreement among the designated tribes.
A very natural conflict.
Just as everyone was going through puberty, so were the designated tribes experiencing growth pains.
- Welcome, everybody! If I don't have it, I'll destroy it all! Explore Estelle with a twist!
- It's a traditional bloodbath! Go to all the other cult plays!
- Who are you talking to? Heroes!
- Salt was actually a good man!? This is the story of a man who was sacrificed on the horse...
…… although the contractions are evolving in a strange direction.
Art and religion are inseparable among designated peoples. The demonstrator of bloodshed is the priest, and the theater is the temple. Going to see a play is the same as believing in a sect.
‘The error depends on what image I have in mind. ’
Art. Religion. Military.
Critical disciplines are tied together
Never. Never. It's not just a question of salt.
It was a car that made that decision.
Where's the law?
Far away Harlem.
A loud voice echoes in this place where the poor people dig pits. Turning your head, you see a bickering in front of a small, shabby theater.
- I was clearly the first one on the board! My acting skills were overwhelming!
The protagonist of the horse fight was an Elf. The little elves quack. In front of such an elf, a huge Hopgoblin folds his arms.
- Then why are the other designees playing the role, not me? Bribery or connections? You have to get on stage with all your skills. You can't do this!
- We don't take bribes. Ugh. I don't even do connections. It is a 130-year-old theater troupe, although it is poor. Don't make fun of me.
- Then why didn't I get drafted? Is that because I'm from a fairy? Don't be ridiculous! It's racist! I will formally protest against the peace council!
- It's not because you're a fairy. We seek equality in accordance with Keketruecker's advice. However.
The Hobgoblin extremist solemnly said.
- You're... too weak.
- What, what?
- What's a body?
The extremist's eyes glance at the elf.
-Burned waist, thin shoulders. Your muscles are flaccid. Your arms and legs will be like those of a spider. Thighs... Are those thighs? I don't know how he's holding up his body.
The extremist shakes his head.
- No matter how good you are at acting. Audiences are picking up muscles nowadays. Even a snot-nosed child can't be lured by a lowly body like you. Not qualified
- All you need is a good actor!
The elf flinches, but he covers himself with both hands, making sure he cares.
The extremist still shakes his head and reveals his thick muscles.
- No. He is a priest who preaches the teachings of Keketruecker to the learned, a warrior who leads and fights when war breaks out, and a fighter who runs and fights when congress is summoned.
Do they still plan to fight in Parliament? You're such a cute little fucker.
- That's why audiences are willing to clap their hands at actors. I approve that there is truth in their illusions. Who would seduce a warrior who only talks onstage?
- Ugh. Ugh...
- Your muscles are weak. First, grow four times your pectoral muscles. Then I'll listen to you.
According to mythology, Ketugger is also a visceral muscle! I'm a built-in type, too! It's harder than it looks!
- Ugor.
The extremist smiles.
- Then don't be an actor. Be a quetburger. Become a lion and help your tribe. At least we don't believe in internal muscles.
- Now, wait a minute. The extremist, just once!
Suddenly, the elves kneel down and hang at the extremist's feet.
- Let me do it again! I'm much better at acting than last time. After seeing my smoke, the other muscular pigs won't even notice. I'm an acting genius! If you elect me as the lead, please give me a seat in the Samaritan army. There's going to be a revolution in the Guru Theatre!
- Learners don't kneel.
The extremist has been eliminated.
- Exercise, build muscle. That's all I have to say.
- Shit! Fairies aren't that big because they're different from you, you ignorant pigs! You've got muscle in your brain!
- I have nothing more to say.
Hobgoblin scattered the Elves. Aah! The elf screams and rolls around in a ditch.
- I'm dying! Oh my! Mold discriminates against the species! I'm sorry I was born an Elf! If I had been born a Goblin, I would have debuted onstage. Why was I born with such big ears and treated like this? Ketugger must know what you're doing!
- Pathetic... go make some money.
- I like smoke better than money!
The extremist kicks his tongue and closes the door to the theater.
The elf who looked like an aspiring actor cried.
- Great cat! Ketugger! Please give me the talent of an actor! Just let me go onstage for once! You may take my soul! No, I'm a demon, so take my soul! Take it and debut me! Come on, come on!
Hmm.
I stroked my chin.
“I have an idea. ”
What?
“Let's make a top star. ”
I'll show a true play to designated people who believe in false stories.