SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

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Silence settles in the dark alley.

“I want to bring him back. ”

The inscription slowly glances around.

“Interesting.”

So transparent, the Borat Mirror contained an alley.

“Because, you know, it doesn't feel like resurrection at all. You know what, Mr. Gong? ”

As I called out my name, the jackals stepped on the dirt. Chubby. Plastic bottle garbage caught in the foot of the autopsied bird.

The crystal lifted its filthy waste with its white and long fingers.

“Think about this water bottle. It's imported from the outside world. It was a trivial beverage, but someone wanted to import and drink platinum. I saved my life and drank again... Oh my goodness. The last drop was exhausted. ”

The tower thundered with joy.

“The beverage that I cared about so much. It would have been a shame to just throw it away. Maybe for a while it used to be like a water bottle? Maybe he used a pencil case. But there are limits to that kind of affection. ”

Tuck.

The quartz flick throws the plastic bottle back into the mud.

“So the garbage was dumped where it needed to be. ”

The plastic bottle, which had already been covered in soil, slowly slipped into the puddle and stopped.

“Here.”

One day, the author of the inscription stood among us.

Of course, I was also looking at the crystal as quietly as possible, feeling the instinct that the salt would follow.

“All the abandoned are once again abandoned. ”

The silence settles down again.

In a dark alley.

Those who were abandoned from the vast outside world came to the tower and built Babylon, and those who were abandoned from Babylon climbed back into the corner and set up the Harlem Street. Even the Harlem street now has its abandoned breastplate (+20982; ) and its ugly scar (+20982; ), so there was a great silence here, around the three of us.

“In a place like this, Duke said he would bring people back. ”

I nodded.

“That's right.”

“Good.”

The cockatoo smiles brightly.

“What means do you want to resurrect? Do you mind if I explain? ”

Yeah, it is.

I have seen the insemination -- not only the insemination, but also my credentials for everything that is here, discarded and abandoned.

“As you know, I have the skills to summon the dead. ”

Pa 'a.

A golden card shined in my hand.

[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.

“And..."

My hand picked up another card.

“If I have [Memory], I also have the skill to share the whole body with that person. ”

[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.

I pulled out two cards.

“Mr. Amethyst. ”

“Yes, Mr. Confucius. ”

“If I activate both skills together, I can save the day. ”

The watermelon who was overwhelmed by the landscape quietly beside me shrugged my shoulders.

“Let me live. ”

“Hmph."

The eye of the crystal narrows.

“It's really interesting, it's extremely witty, and I personally would like to hear it. ”

The crystal lifted a finger and scratched my card.

“Take a good look at the description of skills. First things first.”

Summons those you killed yourself.

The deceased do not inherit the power of life.

"Look," said the quartz.

“In a white walker, there is clearly a word. Just because you summoned him through reincarnation doesn't mean he's alive. For example, Yooseong, standing there, said,”

The player shook his shoulder once more.

“It's not life. It's a summoner. It has a doll that looks exactly like the body before it died, and it's overlaid with pre-death memories. Whereas......."

The crystal smiles.

“Take a look at the next card. ”

Stores the memories of the living.

Stored memory is contained in the Box.

Unless the box is destroyed, you can produce the body of the person who inherits the same memory several times.

“It is so clearly explained that it retains the memory of the living. ”

She flicks her fingers and taps the cards.

“It's not the memory of the dead. It is not a memory of a summoner who has already been summoned from the dead, either a spiritualization or a summoning. Only the memories of those who are already alive can be contained in a box. ”

The inscription tilts its head with a smile.

"Too bad.”

"......."

“If he were still alive, he would have been able to store his memory in a box without any problem. Skills are so strict, no matter how sorry I am, I can't grant an exception. I'm sorry."

“No.”

I shook my head.

“You don't have to be sorry. Topside.”

“Hmmm?"

The crystal tilts its head.

“What do you mean? ”

“I don't need the process of collecting memories of the living or the dead. ”

I am.

Since the moment I saw the skill [Skull of a Hippopotamus Dragon], I have already drawn all the pictures.

“Because [reincarnation] holds all the memories of the dead. ”

"......."

The crystal shuts its mouth.

The silence in the alley intensified.

I kept talking to the purple eyes.

“[Reincarnation] is a box that already holds its own memories. I have a very good memory. There are memories of lethal nature. I remember the Golden Hawk. I remember the anglers. There is a memory of the Christians holding the cloth in their hearts. ”

Under my feet.

In the same shadow that had already made the play once, white walkers were summoned in succession.

The shadow grows wider and covers the plastic bottle garbage at the foot of the autopsies. You covered the dirt pools. You covered the ruined alleyways, covered the long ago famine of Harlem, and finally covered everything that had been abandoned twice in this world.

Anglers, martyrs, golden eagles, murderers.

The men in my shadow slowly, one by one, raised their heads.

I turned my back on them and looked at the crystal.

“My [reincarnation] is already a [box] with a lot of memories. ”

I spoke to the god of this tower.

“I already have these children's memory boxes. You don't have to find a living child and bring back memories. Tower, to me, that process is unnecessary. ”

So.

“All I need is the body of these children. ”

"......."

“Tied to my summoning, and when I call, I call. I don't have any skills in my life. It's not just a doll that has a body and a memory --"

They're not puppets chained to me.

“Children with their own bodies. ”

You can go where you want.

You can do what you want.

A body that is no different from that of a human.

“I just want to share my body with these kids. ”

The crystal closed its lips.

The gaze of the white walkers blooming in my shadow looked at the crystal. The shadow is indistinguishable from the mud, so it seems as if a myriad of stars in the reliquary are looking up at her.

“That is, the Four Kings. You're not just hands-on --”

“Yes."

I nodded.

“I hope that all of them can be resurrected here. ”

How silent it must have been.

“Aha..."

The euphemism laughs.

“Mmm-hmm. Right. ”

I didn't know what it was.

It's just that she's having so much fun.

I could only tell by the look on my face that I was extremely satisfied with the use of the skills I created.

“Everyone should be allowed to live twice. ”

The crystal chisel pounds the clay water with its toes.

Then the old water popped up.

Immediately before the dirt settled on the socks and calves of the amethyst, black drops stopped in the air.

“That's why the signpost built the tower. ”

Time has stopped.

The quartz hit the muddy water playfully once more. Her skirt twists. In slow motion, as if the circus tent were spinning -- the euphemism clapped his hands, smiling brightly.

“The Duke wants to build his own tower inside the tower that the signpost built. ”

Pair!

The quarterback just clapped his hands.

But in a frozen world, her hands clapped like bells ringing in the night sky.

If there are living beings, whether time stops or not, they would have just clapped their hands.

“All right, everybody. ”

The inscription smiles brightly.

“To this [underling] who dares to challenge the predecessor. ”

I've never seen her smile as brightly as now.

Like an orchestra conductor, like Gahee onstage, the crystal stands in the middle of the ruins of Harlem with arms outstretched. “As [senior], I'll show you a lesson. ”

The crystal echoes with excitement.

“Everyone! Come here! ”

At that moment, the night was torn.

There was no other way to express it.

A long wound was made in the night sky, as if a giant god had cut himself with a sword. It was split in two. It was like an invisible zipper in the night sky, and it seemed to have been taken down by someone.

The full moon split open.

The Milky Way formed.

The moonlight tore and the starlight split, and the whole sky finally opened up.

There, like a gill, only black people breathed.