SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Times were swift.

The more glamorous the flag that symbolizes the peace council becomes, the more factions gather beneath it. Progress was so fast that we had to make our livelihoods elastic.

“Wait, wait! Slow down for a second! ”

The most exciting person is Black Dragon Juice. It was my friend Anastasia.

"Another faction threw a challenge to the chairman of the House of Fame! ”

"What species are you with this time? ”

"Sanwa! I'm a miner in a suit. A mountain miner challenged the chairman of the council! ”

"Really?"

The Black Dragon Master raises a finger and points to the side of the hologram.

“What's the point of keeping your eyes open? Strengthen your eyes to get a closer look! ”

Oh, really.

It was a snail with seven tentacles. He had eight tentacles, but one of them seemed to be lost in the storm of life.

However, the damage to one tentacle did not seem to have any negative impact on her. A miner with one arm missing, like a soldier with a scar, sits with a very solemn face.

The red carpet is on the ground. Designated tribes are piled on either side. Together, the tribes were enormous, and they looked down at this small mountain tribe with a fierce error.

- Lime.

The Sanwa spit and spit.

The ridges of the mountain valleys flounder. It's like a rice slime toy I had when I was a kid.

So it seemed to be a declaration of war that [I will now play with you as a toy].

- First of all, on behalf of the mountain tribes, I salute you moldy bastards!

The Sanwa clamor.

- If it weren't for you, we would have been devastated, and those who avoided it would have been slaves, working until their skins were shattered and their skin melted. Rymu, if you can live your life properly with a pickaxe, it's all you! Especially because of the legendary Ubrican chairman!

Just hearing you say that is favorable, but your face is still downcast.

- Thank you, but it's over now. Now we are just as close to living as I am. No cubs have tried to kill us for more than a hundred years, and I'm ashamed and ashamed to live only under your protection!

- Ugor.

The chairman of the Vatican Council smiled.

- He who knows shame is good. I understand your shame. Now tell me your courage.

- I am the strongest of the mountain tribes!

Glug, glug, glug.

The Sanwa raise seven tentacles. The weapon he chose was neither a sword nor a spear. There was a tool far away from the fancy armor.

Grains.

The miner's cheeky pickaxe squeezes tightly into each tentacle.

- Ugor!

Designated warriors burst into laughter. With the exception of the chairman sitting on a massive rock, dozens of Designated Warriors chuckled in unison.

- I thought some giraffe came out of the Sanwa Village!

- You dare use a pickaxe to defeat us!

- If you're a miner, go back to the barracks and dig the rocks! Mine salt! If you live there and meet a lump of silver or gold, you'll be happy to have it! Wooger! Where are you going with that pickaxe in the sacred Arena?

- Ugor!

The Sanwa don't answer.

I didn't even look.

But from beginning to end, I raised the chairman of the Peace Council.

- Mmm-hmm.

The chairman nods.

- Order those who just laughed at one another. Fight the Mountain Ways.

The Designated Warriors are bewildered.

- Chairman, that's …….

- When we were still trapped in the great cave of the Sanwa tribe, Slimepolis, we had no weapons. A spear or a knife? Don't be ridiculous. All we have is a bucket of water and a hammer. With that hammer, along with our beloved White Lion, we have broken the Sanwa Empire.

-.......

- A hammer is a weapon that has brought down an empire. It is the weapon of our ancestors, the armory of our people, and our weapon. What difference does a pickaxe make? Warriors who do not know the nature of weapons are not qualified to boast in the Peace Council. If you duel with the mountain tribes and lose, return the sequence and return to the Grub!

The faces of the designated tribes became blurry.

However, the chairman of the Peace Council, who rules the Fire and River, did not take orders.

- Come on!

Five stipulated tribes come to the battlefield.

- Lime.

The Sanwaites still looked the same. But let her shake her tentacle once, phew! The pickaxe sweeps sharply through to a radius of three meters.

- Come on, one at a time, or the other.

Five of the designated tribes couldn't use either side.

The real duel started after that.

Warriors who easily restrain themselves from ridiculing themselves. They were defeated.

Some prejudice toward the faction follows the thrown warriors. They were defeated too.

The warriors who looked at the appearance of the man and looked at the error in him and regarded the movement of the error as important as what the man said in his heart. They were also defeated.

The warrior who thinks that the world burns like fire [forever burning fire], considering the error of everything in heaven and earth beautifully. He was also defeated. However, of the seven tentacles, five were cut off again, and one tentacle was crushed, leaving only two tentacles like the human arms.

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

Bloody.

- Easier... than digging a cave, Lime.

The snail crumpled like a car bumper in an accident. Blood and mucus flow through my body.

Looking down at the mountain tribes, the chairman of the Peace Council sat on a rock chair that only the strongest unmanned people of this age could climb, laughing loudly.

- What's your name?

- Seismic.

The mountain tribes groan as they spill the mucus.

- Now one of the seven lords who ruled the ruined canyon city, the last descendant of the Recamourim family, and the winner of the spiral flow.

- Excellent.

The chieftain of the Designated Clan revealed a gigantic fang.

- From now on, you will be the second vice chairman of the Peace Council. Seismic.

Times were swift.

In the history of the stipulated tribe, the Sanwa were vice-chairmen. It was a no-brainer. Even after the history of the Sanwaites dominating the tribe in the past, it was entrusted to the enemy faction.

Numerous Designated Warriors duel over this. Every time, the Vice Chairman of the Peace Council, the Sanwa and the Seismic defeated the challengers. She never refused a duel.

- You know your pride.

Designated tribes have decided to tear down the ancient treasure trove.

- Strong man.

Designated peoples have buried the sadness of the past in the beauty of reality.

- That's enough.

As such, the Sanwaites were officially accepted into the Peace Council.

At least someone strong enough to receive the order in Congress should not be ridiculed or ignored wherever they go. Dead zone. This was the only obedient commandment since the days when the White Lion led us to the pit.

"... It's amazing. ”

Anastasia mutters as they watch the hologram together. In the hologram, Saimslam, the Vice Chairman of the Sanwa Family, was politely greeted by warriors whose ranks were lower than his own.

"It's less advanced than us, it's much more rugged than us…… and it's not capable of doing as much as we do, and we certainly don't know more than we do. ”

The Black Dragonlord's lips open slightly.

"As strong as we are, no, as strong as we are. ”

"......."

"Those kids are alive with pride. The mountains and nobles pickaxing at the Salt Mine, the birds swimming in the waterway, the fairies who sometimes touch gold coins on the Bloody Pole stage, and the nobles who send their duels on behalf of every war... You're really strong.”

I nodded.

"Yes."

Feeling a sense of pride in my heart.

“Those kids are as strong as us... and healthier than us. ”

At that moment, a strange emotion curled up in the middle of the heart.

Something transparent, but never squirming, spread from the center of the heart little by little.

I turned around a little and saw similar faces from either the Black Dragon Master or the paladin.

‘Yes.'

I realized the identity of emotions.

"I'm proud of this. ’

I don't know if it makes me proud to be a parent to my child.

Only, humans could be proud to see others other than me.

I felt better about it.

[The 37th floor stage begins.]

The hologram reflected snow.

The frozen north. The sleeping red dragon in the land of 10,000 years ago. The red dragon once stood up a long time ago, and then it blew up a volcano.

All the hunters gathered here knew where the volcano was and how hot it was.

“…… The dragon caused the volcano to erupt in the forest on the 31st floor. ”

Anastasia frowns as she reads the quest description.

We were no longer involved in the stage, but [Wonder Girl] was so considerate that we could read a short quest manual.

“Well. Pretending you're a star star! ”

The Inquisitor looks at the hologram and touches his chin.

“Ubuka is staying there, so I can interfere...."

“No, it's not.”

I shook my head.

“The peace council will want to take matters into its own hands. Take a look.”

The peace council has assembled an army.

Groups that started in small parliaments of the designated tribe became, after all, not proprietary to the designated tribe. Birds. Fairies. Sanwa. Vampiroma. Hundreds of warriors have gathered under the flag.

More than half of the warriors are still occupied by the Designated Clan. However, everyone gathered here got the sequence through a fair duel. There were no mountain and mountain tribes that complained about the large number of designated tribes, nor were there transfused species that complained about the presence of fairies.

They were warriors.

- You're here.

The chairman of the Peace Council asked.

tens of thousands of warriors pounding, pounding, pounding and pounding the ground together.

The chairman nods lightly.

Let's go.

To the north, where there is ice.

You encounter an army on the road to the north. Giants with one-horned horns. It was an army of nobles.

- Ogre.

- Khh.

It is not yet 100 years since the Serpent came and waged war with the nobles. There was still a strange curiosity and competitiveness between the designees and the nobles.

Between the tundra plains, the two armies confronted. In the designated tribes, the chairman of the Peace Council alone approached with a lion, while in the nobles, the high priest who carries a snake struck the ground with a staff.

The chief of the designation asked.

- Do you want to fight?

The Noble High Priest replied.

- Fight, mate. But I'm not here to fight you.

- Red Dragon?

- He said it would be a mythical catastrophe. All the mountains will burst into lava with fury, and all the rivers will burn red, becoming a barren wasteland where no one can live.

- I'd love to see that. Ugor.

- I agree with that, but young people think differently.

The chairman and High Priest laughed.

- What did he say about your snake shoes? Did he want us to come?

- Our God has been thinking....

The Noble High Priest shakes his head slowly.

- At the end, he made it impossible to intervene.

Moon-joo.

The serpent who would have wanted to lead the nobles ahead of anyone else, but this time he gave up. I decided not to intervene. I took a step back so that they could overcome the crisis that had befallen them.

That was the astronomer's choice to remain in that world.

- The other day when the red dragon spread its wings, the gods bowed to us. But a lot of time has passed. God says that we believe. We are strong. We will be stronger.

- Weaker than us, Ugor.

- Fucking moldy bastards.

The High Priest grumbles, and the Chairman reaches out his right hand.

- Our dear parents and friends are watching us from the sky. Let me show you how strong we've become.

- Khh. Fighting.

Our hunters watched the 37th floor stage silently.

- K-o-o-o!

In the snowy snow, the giant red dragon howls.

A blizzard swept from all sides, but it was difficult to hide the red skin of the red dragon. Immense snow poured down from the sky, but it was too small to dig up the hot heat of the Red Dragon. For thousands of years, the frozen ground cried out with tears in its claws, as each red dragon moved once.

- Let's go.

The High Priestess has been spared in the first battle.

You are caught in the breeze of the Red Dragon, leaving nothing behind but an old cane, which disappears into the dust of the Eastern Land.

- Let's go.

The chairman of the Peace Council of the Designated People died in the second battle.

One minute, someone had to buy time while the warriors were completing their martial law. No, it took the warriors 30 seconds to concentrate, exchange errors, share images, and bring their landscape to this world.

The chairman of the Vatican Council lasted a minute and 23 seconds. The shell of the red dragon is slashed by the axe he wields, and the left eye of the red dragon is ruptured by his slapped fist. Towards the mythical monster that causes earthquakes and erupts volcanoes just by being present, the lone warrior wields an axe, and dies chewed by the teeth of tradition.

- Let's go.

From the third fight to Bahá 'h, the neck of the Red Dragon falls.

The red dragon's skin was thick. The weight was thicker. The bones were thicker.

A pickaxe scratches your skin, two pickaxes crush your skin, and three pickaxes cut your flesh. Four pickaxes sever your flesh, five broken, and six scratched bones.

Seven pickaxes cut the bones.

- Lime.

Now bend the pickaxe with only one tentacle left.

A mountain tribe rises on the neck of the red dragon.

- Easier than digging a cave.

Then you strike the final blow.

The head of a giant red dragon, as big as a hill, falls endlessly underground, vomiting the screams that remain in its jaws, even though it falls from its torso. You fall down the ice wall, but the screams don't stop.

At some point, the scream slowly fades away as the water creaks.

The sleeping surface of the icy circulatory sea sank the head of the red dragon.

- Lime.

The mountain tribes shake their heads on the cliffs. The mucus was blown away.

As she looks back, you see a few fewer warriors than when she came north. One, two. All together, 74 warriors were killed.

Among them were the high priest of the nobles and the chairman of the designated tribe.

- Excellent.

Yesterday he was the second strongest warrior on the continent, and to this day, the Sanwa tribe, the first strongest warrior, smiled bitterly.

- Let's go back to our hometown. Lime.

Seismic.

Chairman of the 629 Vatican Council.

For the first time in history, it was the mountains who became chairman.

[Stage cleared!]

[37th floor stage cleared!]

Success without the help of any hunters.

It was -- it was the first moment that was cleared, even though the so-called ‘players’ had never intervened.

- Confucius.

What is it, Sword Man? ’

- Speaking of you, aren't you forgetting some old man and his tribe...?

Mmm-hmm.

Let's make it right.

It was -- it was probably the first time that it was cleared, even though the so-called ‘players’ had never intervened.

‘It's a sentence that I can't reach... ’

Anyway, what does it matter?

Right next to me, the Black Dragon Juju said, "Ahhhhhh!” I'm shouting, 'Like it,' and I'm squeezing my arms together, and I'm wearing my club shoes. The work of astronomers and swordsmen must be well resolved.

I smiled and now decided to bless those who shine on holograms.

‘Congratulations on your independence. Kids.'

Our children are prouder than anyone else.