SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

3.

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

I looked at the banner and frowned.

- Crystal.

- Yes, sir.

- Crystal surrogate.

- Go ahead.

- Isn't this a little inappropriate for the occasion?

- Is there a problem?

The expression of the crystal was bold.

- I deliberately prepared the spectacular, caring for Yooseong, who is a person of interest in the century. The press will be here on time tomorrow, and they'll have a planning article on who's on the winning side. Over the next two weeks, Yoon Yoon's face will be the face of a portal site buyer. Well done, congratulations.

- Where did this fucking competent manager come from, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. This uncle loves you so much! You know that!?

It's hot, I can't breathe. It's dirty. Don't come any closer. If you get close, don't breathe.

- Why am I dirty?

-How fragrant do you expect the person who has shown off his/her motorcycle three times in a row with Triple Axel to smell?

- Shit. I should have taken a shower...

- So you don't like the content of the banner?

- No, I don't dislike it……. Wait a minute.

I entered the Playing Guild Storage and brought a Paint Bucket.

- Ugh.

I brushed my hands on the sositant wall, and it was swollen over the flowing suspension veil. As the brushing continued, the suspension membrane lost its original content and became covered with completely new text.

- All right, done. Bullshit.

-.......

[Rescue World Rank # 1, Class S Hunter, Barbell Tower Tyrant, Hunter Proficient Manager, and servant.]

The crystal spoke for a moment.

- Mr. Playboy.

- Ugh.

- Head of the Playing Guild.

- Why?

- The contents of the meninges are completely different.

- I told you, you're in charge. I have a surrogate. I need a sidekick.

I felt like I was being reminded of the natural truth of a good world.

- Where does a little blue rookie come in, uh, to be treated like the manager who's been looking out for me for so long? Huh? Social life isn't that bad. Substitute for Amethyst.

- Indeed…….

- Our guild is a choreography. I'm forever the goddamned Guild Master. Amethyst, since you're the second in line, you deserve to be underlings. I don't care if you call me manager or whatever you want, just pick out whatever you want. I need you to work hard. Just drive. Huh? Anyway, I want you to pick the right mug.

- Got it.

- Oh yeah. Then I, um... Oh... Uwa-eeeek!!

On that day, the interview was held on the spot where the oil player spilled his fourth motorcycle.

Of course, the 100 gold guild tiles per chapter were the best price because the crystal was wiped clean with mops. Sparkle.

-What motivated you to apply for this job?

The crystal sat in the interview room and looked at the applicants.

The volunteers' faces sparkle like freshly mopped tiles.

- I'm an East Asian hunter, just like you! East Asia can do it! If the conditions are the same, East Asia has the advantage! To prove that...

- You're shitting me.

- Yes?

The crystal shakes its head.

- Our guild leader hates his home country. I hate the countries that surround my home country. They hate the Earth, they hate the universe in which the Earth exists.

- Yes?

- And I don't think you do, either. Next.

Rejected.

- What's the motive for your support?

- I've always admired you deeply.

- What made you feel human?

-First of all, I'm fascinated by the well-groomed beauty of the Apollon statue.

- I've heard so many analogies about Apollon sculptures that now I'm at the level that eardrums can cause seizures if I just hear the word. Okay, this is not a time-sensitive interview. Keep talking.

- Above all, a beautiful heart, caring for others…….

- Fuck you, man.

Rejected.

- I signed up to sleep with the goat, to be honest.

- I think so.

- Yes, it is.

-.......

- Here, sign the paperwork.

- What kind of paperwork?

- No, it's a confidentiality document. A document crafted by 6 top hunters with skills. If you talk about what you hear out here, you're going to die with roughly thirteen holes in your body. I'm going out!].

-.......

- Are you going to use it?

- I'll write.

- You really did.

- Yes, I did.

- Then I'll tell you.

- I'll listen.

- Mr. Yoon is a reporter.

-.......

- Yes?

Impo, erectile dysfunction. Should I use nouns as well as verbs and adjectives to describe them? So do you understand?

Oh, no. I mean, I... That……. Uh...

- Remember the thirteen holes.

-.......

- Note that thirteen of these holes do not include eyeholes, nostrils, earholes, belly holes, pee holes, and buttocks. There are only thirteen other holes. Aren't you curious about the evolutionary possibilities that your body has about holes?

- I will not speak if I die.

- Next.

Rejected.

- I am.

And...

- I mean, it's...

A man sat down in the interview.

- Well, for once... … I want to live with the same air as the highest man in the world.

The crystal looked at the man.

- Why would you even think that?

- I don't know more about this place than I do right now than I do right now, but I think there's something else. No, I'm sure there is. must be

-.......

- Well, I have no talent and strange skills...... I can't go up there, but I can't go up there. We can help you up there. No, I don't.

The man gets up from the chair and leans down.

- I really, really want to help! Please allow me to be there! I'll do anything for you! Salary is enough for him not to starve to death and not go out to die! Please!

The girl looks down at the man.

The crystal looks at Duke Kim.

- What do you think of the nature of the salting agent?

Kim winks.

- Uh...

- Tell me honestly, really honestly. It's important to know exactly what the candidate's thinking is. If you lie here, you may get a pass right now, but you'll be expelled in a day or two. Let's save each other some time.

- Come on.

- A little?

- You have a bad temper.

- Mm-hmm.

The quartz was the first cramp in the jaw since the interview began.

- In what way?

- First of all, he doesn't like to be called Mr. Salt. But you don't mean that, do you? Catch the foam... 'Cause people are awesome. They're awesome. They're just cheering and screaming. I shouted, "Lord, I'm so cool," and I hit [who the nickname is, like a fucking idiot]...

- What if I hit him?

- I hate my nickname. That's what makes everyone who praises you perfect. The fans say it's too cool... so it's a perfect good cycle... Or is it a bad cycle...?

- Hmmm.

The crystal clasps its fingers and raises its chin up.

This was also the first pose taken since the interview began.

- That's funny.

- Yes?

- I know what you're thinking. Can you still work for Mr. Kim Gong-ja?

- Oh, yeah. I…….

- Mr. Yooseong may be a lot worse than you think.

-.......

- I would love to join our guild and act together, but I will see the face of Mr. Yoon. Depending on the case, depending on the outcome, depending on the reaction, you may be killed for silence.

-.......

- I ask you again, can you still work for Mr. Outstanding?

Kim thought long and hard.

I thought for a long time and opened my mouth.

- I'm here to work for Mr. Playboy. But I'm not going to work for him.

- Hey.

- I don't know if Mr. Excellence is more serious than I thought. Maybe they're trying to stop it. However, I may give you one more chance to restore my trust. I have such a strong tendency...

- Hmmm.

- Well, I'm sorry about your question, but it's hard to give a positive answer.

- More fun.

The crystal tilts its head.

- Why should I hire you as a manager?

- …… because.

The man looks up at the girl.

Kim looks at the crystal.

- Maybe you're just like me.

-.......

- You are not working for the goat, you are working for the goat. Ever since you became a manager, you have never been a good dresser for the salt. I've never had a public opinion contest. He didn't hire Alba. So….

- I'm listening.

- You will find your companion, and you will not find your companion.

The crystal smiles.

- Passed.

And...

Rank F? Crystal, I thought you were a bridegroom last night to get me a strong man. Why did you bring trash? The garbage can is over there. Leave it.

- The day of separation is Wednesday, by the way. It's Monday.

- How do you know that?

- Wait two days, Mr. Yooseong. Torture him for two days. And judge.

- No, judge and sleep. I don't look much older than me...

I provoked Duke Kim with an unfashionable face.

- If I was in F class by that age, I'd know a life quote. Garbage, garbage. Sometimes I run errands, go for a walk to the hunting grounds on the second floor, get food for myself as a shy item while taking a stroll. Stuck in a corner, smashing up the Internet. Wow, that gives me goose bumps talking. Hey, Crystal. You want me to put a real kid in your eye for two days? Taking care of my ocular health is also my manager's role...? What the fuck?

- Tangerine juice.

- Why are you shooting tangerine juice into your eyes?

- Tangerine looks good on you. Mr. Yooseong.

- This bitch said it was good for her body and then cracked open her skull and shoved ginseng in it! You're climbing so fast because I asked Crystal to come or not? You think I can't kill you?

- Yes, sir.

- Fuck!

And...

- But this son of a bitch is a pain in the ass.

- Huff, huff, huff, huff...

- You don't have to follow me. Look at you crawling to the 31st floor. What's the matter with you? I'm the one watching you. It's honey jam. Did you pick up that trash just to give me some jam?

- Yes, sir.

- I know I picked a good manager. Vice President of Amethyst. Our crystal needs to be attached to the vice president once! I'll dig up the Arimentium and just make you a fancy plaque. Vice President of Amethyst. How much does it look like? They're both laughing at each other. This is the spirit of Crystal becoming the boss.

- Huff, huff, huff, huff, huff...!

- Mr. Gong is dying.

- Tell him to die.

- You're right, Duke. Bless you.

- Bless you, Albanian.

- Fuck…….

And...

Time flies.