2.
It was sunset in the world.
I was out on the streets of the sunset with the crystal.
Babylon has all kinds of scents, like a city founded by stateless stragglers.
It smelled like Indian spices. It smelled like China.
Everyone who passed by us was different in color and different in body odor.
“Where are you going? ”
The crystal asked.
“Now, I can take you back to the world at any time. You have your reward. Is there anything left to do in the world? ”
“Come with me. ”
“Hmph.”
The crystal walked along my side and smiled softly.
“Feel free to lead them. ”
The smell of the street grew thinner and thinner.
Do you know the smell of Harlem?
Poverty always smells one thing, everywhere. The smell of water, the smell of moisture. The water in the shade is immortal in the sunlight, so it cannot drain anywhere.
Plastic beverage bottles facing the dirt.
Measuring the water level of this poor pond.
"......."
We walked.
The more dirt you get on the soles of your feet.
The more scents on the streets, the more they lose their nationality, the more they can smell the water.
The darker the world gets.
“…… Ah."
I entered a familiar alley.
The crystal has opened its lips, in case you noticed it.
“Mr. Gongcheong. This--"
“Shh."
I muttered.
“I hear you.”
The crystal shuts its mouth.
Then, I heard a small noise from a distance.
“Dear Salt, ”
Familiar voice.
“Suddenly, why are you...! ”
“Even if you try to get help, it doesn't matter. ”
Familiar ridicule.
“There's nobody around here anyway. ”
Hunter in top order. Saline.
Whether the sunset had all been swallowed up by his throat, the faded voice was poisonous red.
“I can't believe the witch was hiding such a beauty. Wow. If I didn't know better, I'd be in a lot of trouble. ”
“Ma'am, what are you talking about? What are you talking about..."
“Kaa. Now I see you're good at acting too. ”
In the dark alley.
You tilt your head tightly, pushing the skillful saint.
“Unlike his old grandfather. ”
The moment he said that, the girl's face became hard.
“Yes……? ”
“Your grandfather. The swordsman was doing something. You signed up to get revenge on him. ”
"......."
“Did you think I wouldn't notice? ”
I didn't know, exactly.
But the best player has a regrettable clock.
There is a skill that starts a day again by killing it.
Thanks to this, I know [the future of being attacked by a saint] who plays well.
“How. That, how can you. ”
Of course, the saint did not know the skill of play.
Like I didn't know in my world. Same thing.
“That's because I'm a hotshot. I don't know anything."
"Tsk……!"
The saint moves her hand.
Perhaps the brief white glint in the right hand of the saint, was her error.
“Well, my granddaughter is a bit of a pushover. ”
But the White Orcs were cut off before they even kicked off.
The salt has taken the neck of the holy woman.
“Khh!? ”
“You've killed some people. How would she react if she saw her granddaughter's face now? Huh? Maybe the murderer can't be forgiven, even you... Oh, you guys can't translate our lexicon very well, can you? ”
The saint panted.
The shoe floats in the air, wandering aimlessly in search of a treadmill.
“I mean, I fucking love guys like you. ”
Past.
“No matter how much I kill it, I don't have a scratch on my mind. ”
Same place, same people over there.
“I get annoyed when I live with good people. Wow, fuck. Is there a human being in the world who's not a piece of shit? ”
Then I did nothing.
“It can't be. One peel is a piece of cake. But peeling takes work, doesn't it? I'm so tired.If I can't even peel a tangerine, I have a thread stuck in my fingernails. ”
“Ugh, ugh! Ugh, ugh...! ”
“It's very comfortable to meet someone like you. Oh, I'm not tired. It's just as neat as a cerebral cleanser. I'm alive because of you guys. Thanks to you.”
I had to watch.
I was embarrassed, and I struggled just holding my breath.
“Thank you.”
But not now.
“Farewell. Saint Isabel.”
The moment the flame burns from the grip of the salt.
My error struck the back of the salt.
“......!? "
Blame!
The salt reappeared, loosening the neck of the saint, and stepping back. It was a swift kick. * gasp *! My error split the air with salt salt in my hand.
“Huff……! ”
The saint's prayers were lifted and she fell down.
“Well,"
The salt glances back this way with a frightening face.
That's it.
Take a breath.
“The Salvation Blade. ”
I ran at once without giving up my breath.
According to my call, a skill that is already integrated with me answered.
["Redemption of Torn Goddess"] replies.]
It's a technique a man possesses called tenderness early on.
Like the nine golden skills on the runway, two of the skills became lethal.
One is the Puppet Master's Parade.
Thanks to this, Sanctuary came back with a new body, even though the old body was destroyed.
The other one is the torn goddess.
Thanks to this, he abandoned his memory of yesterday and won today's victory.
When I was killed by the Killer, I was able to choose between two skills.
Selected.
“Albasant!? What are you--"
“The cafe you order in our office is filthy. Guild Master, please change the delivery. ”
I swarmed into the bosom of the salt.
I compressed the sound of the horse through the error and sent it to the beep.
Then the dreadful salts opened my eyes even more.
“I don't really want to remember the taste of the coffee I had today. ”
I made a speech.
“I'll throw it away.”
And he swings his fist.
[The torn goddess's salvation is triggered.]
Striking.
Strengthen.
"......!"
My error was as red as the salt, which hit his abdomen. Hehe! A hiss emanates from the mouth of the salt. I couldn't help but feel the shock, and the salt soared like a stick towards the alley wall.
Kuaang!
The wall has been breached.
“Phew, ugh... Ah? ”
That's it.
Two breaths.
“Er, are you…… a leading guild…? ”
The saint took some energy back and looked up at me. There was a bruise on the neck that was caught in the salt barrier, whether he was not injured at all. She was confused.
I used to think she was a pure victim.
"I'm sorry, but you need to sleep. ”
Right now, I just think I'm the same person.
I set my foot on the holy woman's forehead and drove the error backwards.
“Ah......."
The saint groans in unison. Stunned. Used to be an unimaginable force event, but now I can do it so easily.
That's it.
Three breaths.
“Fuck, fuck! ”
Salt rises from the fallen wall.
Urgh, little pebbles slide from the long ponytail.
“Son of a bitch! Hey, you! What are you doing? Are you really Albanian? ”
“That's right.”
“Fuck, you didn't raise... No, I didn't. That can't be right. When the terrorist attack happened...."
The salt has not been able to keep up with the situation.
Of course. I'm still a weak F rank Hunter guild member to him.
“Are you curious, Guild Master? ”
The woman had no idea that salt had regained her day.
Likewise.
Salt doesn't even know what I am.
“Beat me if you want to know. ”
“Ha……."
“I need to know that I'm stronger than you. ”
“I don't know what performance I got. ”
The salt's eyes burned.
“Let's get you slammed. ”
There was an error of blood in my hands.
“I'm just going to stab you so hard that you won't be left behind. ”
And then, I ran.
With all the life I have.
“Shit! I'm number one in this tower...! ”
“My potion will hang in the snow. ”
Archeon Necromancer Museum.
The most formal.
The Asayugum employee.
I put my fist into the salt. I got hit once, I got hit twice, and I tried to stop the salting with my face. Yes, I was basically a prosecutor and not a powerhouse. Unlike salt, I was not the best position at the moment.
However, the teacher cut through the mountain without a sword.
Then, even if I do not have a sword, a flame will pierce through it.
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[Heaven's Prayer]
Rank: A +
Effect: Bridge. They hate the logic of the heavens. They not only created a cult to hate and curse, but also a doctrine at last. The Divine Constabulary is a shaman with the essence of doctrine.
Those who awaken the Archmage can tear the sky apart and crush the Mountain! However, we must deeply understand the hatred and curse contained in the New Founding Fathers' herbs.
The more you hate and curse the world, the more colourless the sky will become. A master of martial arts drama. He is the one who will turn the sky upside down. However, it is difficult to maintain your self when you open a new body.
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Strike.
A piece of my life pierced the flames.
“----Woop, huh? ”
“Today.”
I punched myself in the jaw and turned the neck of the trainee. Slowly. In an indefinitely long sense of time, the salt didn't hit me, and I swung my arm a step ahead of him.
“It discards the memory of the dirt puddle that fell into the alley. ”
I vomited an error.
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[Salvation of Torn Goddess]
Rank: A +
Effect: There is a goddess dedicated to a warrior. The goddess, even though she was torn apart by warriors, still wanted to be with them. The goddess was a Tachun and sealed on her skill card.
Goddess replaces memory with ability. By devoting your memories to the goddess, you can strengthen your abilities and power. The more important your memory is to you, the enhanced effect is amplified.
However, the enhancement effect will not last for a long time.
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The storm howls.
My fist struck again, authentically, the belly of a handful.
"------."
The salt's breath twists.
Knng, a groan fell from my mouth.
A few drops of gastric fluid flowed with moaning, followed by a kneeling, crouching and flowing knee.
“Ugh, … big! Ugh..."
“Guild Master.”
I quietly lowered the salt.
“I know you're upset that me and the manager are dead. Anyway, the guild leader killed his grandfather, right? ”
“You, woof, woof, what..."
“Then you should apologize for killing Grandpa first. ”
That's it.
It took five breaths.
“Why I had to kill him. The sword tried to kill me without asking me first. Nevertheless, you have to tell the saint that you're sorry. ”
That's it.
It took a lot of days.
“You have to. ”
“Why are you trying to kill me? ”
Do you know the smell of alleys?
In poverty there was always the smell of water.
No matter how strong the sun is in the world, there is no light in the shade. The dead pool of water does not have time to evaporate, and when it rains, it rises again as it evaporates.
It rots and rots.
“Why."
It took so much sun to return to my rotten mud.
“Why kill a stranger? ”
“The Guild Master is strong. You're the strongest person in this tower. Unlike other people, you can throw your life away once. You've got less to lose. Why do you kill people in such a way that you don't care? ”
I looked down at the man who burned my heart.
It was so strong that at one time there was no way to defeat him that he could only escape in the past, back in the day, 4,000 days.
Yes, I ran away.
I didn't know what to say to convince him, I didn't have the strength to accept him, I didn't know how to draw him in, I wasn't confident enough to face him, so I ran away, and I killed him before he could become him.
I killed a watermelon, not a salt.
“Stop living like that. ”
"......."
“You son of a bitch. ”
Now I'm stronger than him.
It became so strong that it could not be compared.
I could do a little more.
I don't have to watch her die, I don't have to run to escape, I don't have to fear death, I don't have to fear being abandoned by someone, I don't have to worry about being meaningless to someone else.
I worked hard.
"......."
The salts spit out the soot stomach fluid.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and muttered.
“Bullshit, you son of a bitch...."
"...."
“Why can't I be nicer? Why the fuck are you asking me? Look around you. Where did you really grow up...?"
The salt's eyes are stained with blood.
“So is the crystal. So are you, uh, so mean. It's a wild dog, not a human. He's like a puffy puppy who says it's nice to be picked up and raised by someone. How the fuck did you do that?”
His vomit was also blood.
“How do you like people so much? ”
The concentration of blood became darker.
“How can you be so -- so fond of people? ”
The salt stared at me.
“Faggots. Go out there and search. The crystal and you just go out there and die. Just, come on, die. Die. Get lost. Shit, dog, really, what...."
Yeah, it is.
Then that's your scream.
I -- the Bishop of the Bridge, the Duke of Ivanxia's moon, the White Lord quietly nodded.
“You're not the only son of a bitch in the world. ”
"......."
“And I'm going to make you not a son of a bitch. I can and I will. ”
I found the brow of the salt.
“I'm stronger than you. ”
And the error was backflowed.
The salt slips through the air, leaving the final curse behind.
“L, L……."
Fluffy.
The unconscious salt falls to the ground.
I was silent in the alley.
A small footstep approaches behind my back. Turning back, the crystal was looking up at me.
Her purple eyes are silently buried.
What will you do now?
I nodded.
“Caucasian reincarnation. ”
My shadow spread to the shaded alley in the night sky. The shadow lingers like a slime, and a figure is formed there.
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[reincarnation]
Rank: SSS
Effect: Summons those you killed yourself. The deceased do not inherit the power of life. But if you want, the lion inherits your memories and appearance in real life. If you don't want to, you can only be summoned as a monster.
However, it can only be summoned once a week.
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“Whoa. What the fuck? ”
The figure that emerged from the shadows looked exactly like the man who just fell on the floor.
“Where am I? How many countrymen have you summoned me to? ”
All the arrogance statues were frowned upon by an outsider dressed as Alba-Saint-Alba-Saint-in Café Planet Tarium.
In this world, I was a part-time student, but in my world, he became an Albanian.
I asked him, feeling a strange cause.
“Passionate.”
“Huh? Whoa, fuck! Who's down here? ”
“Never mind. Hands-on.”
“Why."
“Are you a dog because you're dead to me? ”
I looked at myself with the eyes of a punk who plays well.
“Did you take your medicine? ”
“Tell me honestly. ”
“Come here. You're a dog. Well, wouldn't you be such a jerk if you were me? I wanted to search the hunting grounds all by myself, and then I punched a man in the back, and I even killed him, and then I called him whenever I got bored, and I told him to dance, and I told him to teach me how to swear at somebody, damn it. It pisses me off again after talking. Die, motherfucker. Crazy bastard.”
“Yes..."
I sighed.
“I must be a son of a bitch to someone...."
“What did he say?”
“Just. There's nothing wrong with my wife......."
There you go.
Let's face it.
“I'm sorry.”
The play stopped.
“Huh?"
“I'm sorry I killed you, asshole. ”
"......."
I kept my mouth shut.
It would be nice if it were silent because I was moved by my apology, and it would be a bit surprising, of course, but I never do anything good for a good man who plays well, but I don't do anything more unusual. Because he was a bastard, he just looked at me like a fool.
“Sorry I killed you? ”
“Yes."
“Shit, I thought my ears were broken, but it turns out it's his head. Oh, you don't die from being hit, do you? That's more like it. Wow. I owe you an apology for living. Motherfucker, I've never heard of an apology like this in human history. Motherfucker, you're the first son of a bitch to ever apologize to a human being in the history of space. Motherfucker, when are you gonna go out there and get yourself killed? ”
Ahh.
Son of a bitch...
This guy gets acne from his lips if he doesn't curse when he opens his mouth. Even when people say they're sorry.
"......."
I looked back at the crystal.
The crystal looked at me with a big smile.
“... Are you having fun? ”
“This is fucking exciting. Confucius, it's not the opinion of a small person, it's honey jam for the people to agree with. Confucius, what kind of bastard stole the honey I put in the bees? Oh, there you are. It's got tons of honey jam buzzing around. Confucius, don't worry about the sign. Keep talking to him. Mr. Gong, do you sell popcorn in Harlem, too? Little Achilles' heel is now fiercely demanding popcorn. Gongcheong.”
Ahh.
Damn woman....
Why are there only real lunatics around me?
Both gods and demons and humans held hands together. In this crazy world, I held my head once, and a long time later I opened my mouth again.
“Hey……."
“What?"
“I can't make it up to you right now.... No, you can do it. I'm sorry for you. And I will repay that apology. I'll keep paying you back. Will that work?”
“This motherfucker sat there like a son of a bitch. What are you talking about? Make sure the Humans understand. ”
“Be thankful that I'm a damn strong person...."
I am.
I took out the most recent piece of my life.
“Really, you're lucky I'm strong. ”
A piece taken from a passenger.
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[Skull of a Humerus Dragon]
Rank: SSS +
Effect: Stores the memory of the living. Stored memory is contained in the Box. This box can only be destroyed by the owner of the skill.
Unless the box is destroyed, you can produce the body of the person who inherits the same memory several times. Your body will be able to build new memories around the world and "update" this experience back into the box. Of course, if you let me!
If a person's body is destroyed, the box will not be hit. Give immortality to those around you.
However, the destroyed body's memory cannot be updated in the box.
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“Mr. Amethyst. ”
“Yes, Mr. Confucius. ”
“Me."
I told you.
“I'll bring him back to life. ”
Skull of a Humerus Dragon.
The skill of storing [memories] and giving [flesh] to the other person, I declared my best card.
“I'll give you back to this son of a bitch. ”
I'm saving a human being.