SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

1.

I look back.

The author of the Amethyst warned me clearly.

- Don't try to stop the sign. This is a warning.

Just before I opened my lock.

She already knew I had a lock in my hand.

If Birch was so desperate, he wouldn't let me use the key at all. I would not have answered the question I posed, nor would I have given the correct answer to the interrogation I was stabbing.

The autopsies were as good as they could be.

I didn't.

She just confidently announced it. The lock I opened will lead to some secret room, and I will be the only one who will get hurt there.

- Small, there's a habit of inadvertently destroying adorable children.

I unlocked the lock.

And God warned me.

2.

- Mr. Playboy.

Familiar bar.

Dark air.

There were many expensive taverns on the first floor of the tower. It's a fully run bar, decorated like the outside world, imported a bunch of high-end bottles from the outside world, and sold them at a price.

I'm screwed.

But there are customers all over the world who embrace scratches as sweet as a shoulder massage. Even the most expensive customers stood in line.

A hometown that will never return. The outside world.

The illusion of going to a normal bar outside for a while and having a normal life is worth spending a few gold coins on.

- Mr. Playboy.

- Arrggg...?

A well-known beer house.

It's called a Hope.

In the vast Babylonian area, there is only one store that implements Korean hops. There is a large refrigerator in the shop and a familiar branded beer can in the refrigerator as a butterfly.

A beer can that shows off its cheap silver light and shows off its brand name in blue letters. A can of beer with an old-fashioned gold accent. Etc.

Funny enough, none of the brands had a single word written on the label. It was all in English.

- Oh, what now…….

Those beer cans were a testament to his hometown.

The country he ran away from was one where he had to say aloud, "I love the letters of his country." In other words, the letter of my hometown did not receive much love.

Everything that was born there was not loved.

The people hated them. People hated people. She hated the child she gave birth to, and she hated the parents who gave birth to her. People who hated each other gathered together to build a building called School. I hated it there again.

- Why are you waking me up, why...?

Religious teachings learned in that country are the only way to hate people.

Born among those who hate each other, and grew up with those who hate each other. What else can I learn? Language? As useless as moral time. Essentially, the only thing that he learned there was hatred.

How many of the parents who are pregnant and give birth to themselves can speak loudly?

I like humans.

How many parents can say that they love humans without lying?

Not only the parents, but also the teachers: for six, three, three and as little as twelve years, many teachers occupied a good deal of time. They were transplanted into their own lungs, which excreted their breath.

I wanted to ask you about the play.

[Do you really like humans?]

Probably not.

However, a simple reaction to the opposite question could be expected.

[Do you hate humans?]

Then your parents will raise their hands first. “Yes." The undergraduate next to me will also raise his hand. “Yes." Finally, all undergraduate types and students raise their hands, and finally, the teacher standing at the table nods his head.

- Of course I hate humans.

I mean...

Screw you.

- Mr. Playboy, you're completely drunk.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

It was a small hand.

- This isn't a classroom. Mr. Yoon, do you see the sign?

- Oh, shit... This sucks, bitch... What... what? Where...?

- Yeah, this is a school, actually. Yes, the high school classroom of Mr. Yu Yu is correct.

- When is it not a school...?

- Oh, my God. Some school's gonna feed me a can of beer.

Tuck.

Someone places two large cans of beer on the table.

I flinched my drunken shoulder. He snorts, gazing at the two giant pillars in front of his nose with his drunken eyes.

- Uber...?

A Korean beer that sings "I'll die without you." I think the worst beers in the world are the beers that come here, but no island nation loves their hometown food, and maybe one or two of the best beers in Korea. Here, eat up.

- Ugh… wow…

I grabbed a can of beer with a flowing hand. I just got it out of the refrigerator. It must be very cold, but I didn't care about the play. You quickly pick up the can and shove the beer down your throat.

- Paaaaaaaaaaah!

- You like it?

- Whoo, whoo, good. Okay. Ah! Great. Where are we?

- There are two possibilities.

My manager!

- First of all, Mr. Yooseong is now a palm reader at school. And they scooted all the way to the pub in Samcheongdong. The soju was so bad that I wanted to have a beer, and I walked into a decent-looking house, and I drank it from there until I was sober.

- Shoo, shoo! Kwaaaaala!

I felt like an ancient, savage warrior, and I waved a can of beer.

Beer cans motorized the liquids in their bodies and were gladly given holy water from Dionysus.

I didn't care about the players, I didn't care about the bar owners, and I didn't care about anyone talking to the players.

- The second possibility is that you are no longer a high school student, and this is not a cheap tavern in Samcheongdong, and even not in Korea, but that you, who are already a Class S hunter, want to experience the smell of hometown for no reason, stormed into the Hop House and drank until you became a martyr.

- Mmm-hmm.

- Which scenario do you prefer, Mr. Yoon?

- Now... what was the weather like out there...?

- The weather on the Korean Peninsula is so dramatic. It rains yesterday. It rains today. It rains twice today. Strange steam rises in the wilderness all over the neighborhood, and if you cross this street, you'll get a stress reading of -1, -1, -1, and dotdem.

- Did you bring me an umbrella...?

- None, not a sign.

- Shit, that's a second chance! Fuck! Fuck!

I emptied one more can and turned around.

Mr. Khouff, um... Here's the bill!

- I need you to do the math and walk away first.

A girl snatches the wallet of a master. In his wallet were folded bills taken by the Bank of Korea. Counting the number of bills, the girl asked.

- How much you got, boss?

- You ate a lot. That's 60,000 won on top of the fare.

- Oh, my God.

The girl looks back and stares at the play.

- Have you eaten that much?

- I'm sorry, I'm going to lose my mind...

- He spits out alcohol, not trumps. Why? Then you might get a discount. I ordered five sodas and 11 cans of beer by myself. So that's how it goes in the belly?

- Ugh... ugh... ugh, ugh, ugh... big! Weeeeeeeek!

- Crazy.

The girl's face rotted.

- I'll clean that up. Owner.

- No, no, it's fine. That's all part of the service. Anyway, I'll take 60,000 won.

The girl took the Korean currency out of her purse and handed it over.

And since then, a trick has been unfolded to create the [bar fantasy].

- One gold coin per 100,000 denominations?

- Lately the price has gone up for a while. It's not easy to get Korean money.

The tavern owner whispered.

-China money or Japanese money can be easily drawn, but Korean money really has no purpose in Babel Tower other than collecting... ….

I'll give you two more gold coins. Make sure you have plenty of money. so that when customers spend a lot, they pay Korean money and Korean money. - You're the manager, Mr. Yooseong. How could he be so smart and take care of our shop?

The barman bows his head to the little girl.

Yes, it is.

A bar in the Tower of Babel is a place of [magic].

This is Korea. I only pay Korean for Korean money. As a result, guests can taste the beers that often come to the Korean Hop House, their native beers, Belgian beers, and Chinese bottles. You can also enjoy the delicate pizza of the succulent chicken, seasoned chicken, and pizza prepared by the chef himself.

- In recent years, military provocation on the Korean Strait has escalated.......

Even Korean news flows from the outside world on pub television.

It was a strange sight.

There wasn't much Korean liquor on the menu at this Korean-style beer house. After all, Korean alcoholic beverages were all in English. Anju was a chicken or pizza, neither of which was Korean born.

In this beer house, I paid with Korean money. Only in the front. In the back, counting the exchange value of gold coins and Hanwha, I tried not to run out of [casino chips] called Hanwha.

Cheers to that beer over there! Those who shouted were not Korean. None of them.

Those who abandoned their country and entered the tower were deprived of their nationality for whatever reason.

Where there was no country, guests cried out for a country's patriotism, and guests without a country argued or sometimes cried out over politics.

- Mr. Playboy.

The city of the homeless.

- Are you sober now?

- Oh, well. I guess... Wow. Usually, you turn around and clean up the hangovers, and that's it! But I can't today because I have an appointment...... I thought I was going to die drinking.

- You promised me.

Someone who spoke the girl's voice said boldly.

- Never write an error today.

- Yeah, what... Hey, pair. How did you make that promise? I don't remember.

- Black Dragon Juju led the assassins on their way back from the stage. Mr. Yoo wagered an ambush. I bet they don't raid.

- Aah, aah.

I frowned.

- I fucking remembered. Black Dragon Juice, you son of a bitch. Son of a bitch. Hey, Crystal. Don't you know that? Do you think the word [bastard] actually draws a puppy? Wow. Dog's head and front foot. Birds are the trunk and the hind legs. Kick is butt and tail. Look, asshole. Wow. I'm a genius. You're a real asshole, aren't you?

- Yeah, he's a real player, too.

- Gloomy...?

- You seem to have regained your senses, but to some extent it makes you feel uneasy. Don't tell me you're a rookie. You didn't forget your interview until tomorrow, did you?

-Tomorrow...... noodles fishing...?

- Yes, sir.

Girl.

Hunter, who looks at the crystal, replies briefly.

- An interview for a new manager.

Bang, bang!

The drinker grabs the small shoulder of the crystal.

- I don't need a new manager!

- It hurts.

- Hey, Crystal! Do you have something against me? If you feel bad, tell me.If you say it, he'll listen. You want me to pour cash into your mouth until you get salty water? Who's bothering you? What the fuck are these fucks... huh? You should just cut off your limbs and throw them in a remote location on the second floor... Crystal! I'm a big man. Tell me!

- Signpost.

What, what? I'll get you anything!

- It's hard to move stuff because I don't have the strength.

-.......

- It's hard to hold the wheel because you're short. Whenever I sit behind him and drive, my back and neck ache.

- Ugh……

- We need to bring in a new manager. Mr. Yoon, there's no way that a star hunter like Mr. Yoon needs manpower.

- Why don't you let me carry your luggage?

- Did you drive yourself?

-Yeah.

- Are you sure about this?

- He's not gonna fucking live. Sorry. I can't... This brother, everything else, but I can't accept one death of foam.......

If I don't get a new manager, I'm gonna get killed by Guarosa. Pick it up, or I'll retire.

- Aah! Well, what are you considering retirement, Mid-Autumn Representative?

- Since when do we have a proxy?

I'm the boss and I'm the king. You're on autopsy duty from now on.

- Hah……

The crystal sighs.

- I'll be in touch with the manager tomorrow as scheduled.

- That's what I'm doing, right? Huh? Huh?

- Of course, it's about hiring a manager for Mr. Yoon.

When I returned to the Guild Building, I was already hanging from the magnificent Banner.

[Recruit World Rank # 1, Class S Hunter, Barbell Tower Tyrant, and Best Hunter Manager.]