SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

6.

Wait, let's talk about the last time we fought in a tower.

7.

This is the story before I came back.

He burned everything as well as the name he received.

- Hahaha! Haha!

If it was his ability to burn things well, it was his crime to burn people well, and lastly, his cruelty was to burn the world well.

And everyone else's misfortune.

- This feels good to be a god!

You have possessed an elite fairy and led the rest of the tribe. They burned the stuffing on their feet. I picked up a man on the road. They tried to burn the world around them.

Up Fire Army.

I call them the Elves who follow me. Because something was burning the tribe in their sights, they were indeed hit by the fireworks that came down on the continent.

- Burn it!

If you're told to do it,

- Cheers! Cheers!

The Elves have been blessed.

The elves' voices were fierce and sharp. And I was horrified.

- To the stubborn!!

Primitive worship.

- Sacrifice, Lord of Fire! Take it!

Renaissance.

- Burn it!

- Cleanse the world!

- Only we are chosen by the god of fire! They're the only ones worth it!

Tribal consciousness.

- Your weakness and hunger are all because of your inferiority!

- How dare a low-ranking piece of trash set foot in the holy fire!

contempt and discrimination.

-They 're strong because they took everything from us!

- A priest, no, a priest! Behold! This is proof that you are no longer favored by the god of fire!

Hate and lust for power.

- Yeah, you're good. This is what people live for.

- Friendship? Devotion? Fuck you. Don't rely on your imagination! How can a man love a man?

- Hey, kids! You are the true people! We will unite this continent! Do you understand?

The Elves salute you.

- Cheers! Cheers!

I set fire to a world that flows.

And in order to lead the fire, I bought [people's possession] items and [toughness] items, and every time the timing came.

- Why are you farming with a headache? Are you a faggot?

- Farming isn't easy, either. You have to make a basketball. You have to build a basketball skill to make a basketball. You need a researcher to build skills. You need money to support researchers. You have to have a market to save money. You have to have a village to have a marketplace. You have to have a ruler to have a village. This ruler eats the town, the market, the money, the researchers, the technologists and the farmers, and only a half a year later, the smallest grain pops up. Uh, yeah.

He snorted.

- You guys are faggots?

The elves growl.

- We're not fags!

- No, we're not fags!

- We, the Fire Cross, strongly support the trust of the God of Fire!

It was not blood in their bodies, but lava.

Elves have devoted all their innate physical abilities and innate intellectual abilities to slaughtering things. Elves born to feel error from birth were powerful killing machines. The killing machine activates its brilliant brain, thinking about how to efficiently cut off the limbs of its enemies, and how to get to higher positions.

A Cultist who worships the god Salt.

Those were the fairies of that age.

- You guys, it's not a good idea to have a headache in your hand.

The salt rises from your right hand, standing on the ledge.

Glug glug!

The head of the mountain and its people, which he was holding, quickly burned and scattered into ashes.

- We don't need farming! If you're hungry, eat what others have harvested. Kill the chickens they've raised carefully and hold a banquet!

- We don't need a village. If we kill everyone in the village, it'll be a great hotel just for you. Leave a few of your fellow townspeople, stick them in the hotel for a couple of weeks. Eat the food and meat the villagers bring you. Isn't that paradise? Yeah? Yeah.

Kill the villagers who delivered the food in two weeks. Kill them all. How's that? Aren't you getting lazy? After a good night's rest, you're not stressed out again, right? That's it, boys, that's it.

- We're going back to the next hotel!

The fairies scream.

- Cheers! Cheers!

- To the God of Fire!

- Cheers!

There was nothing left to be carried by the uphwashers. The year-round farming was burned, and the cows that were saved as seed for the ranch were burned. The people who lived there gradually piled up tomorrow, next year, and in the future all sank into the ashes overnight.

What was left was unbearable reality. Every time the troops plundered the village, they deliberately saved five or six people, but they smashed their legs, arms, and waist and let them live. Residents who survived were bewildered -- they saw a long lost past, a long lost future, and many corpses on the outskirts of the village. and saw,

After the troops left, the ropes were quietly caught in the road. The survivors strangled themselves there.

A tyrant who set the world ablaze, Salt.

Hands-on.

However, he faced a crisis on the 39th floor, and when he reached the 40th floor of Bayah, he fell into an unprecedented danger.

In fact, it was a mystery that there was a crisis.

A long time ago, the Upperclassmen wiped out countless factions. You have torn the Sanwa clan to pieces. You have nailed and killed nobles, you have cut off their heads, you have burned their birds, and you have trapped and killed a vampire.

Where, who would dare put the God of Fire at risk?

- Ugor.

Only one faction.

For thousands of years, the only children who have avoided [extinction] during the long years that the continent was moaning into hell.

- Someone did, and you're the godfather of crazy elf bastards.

Designated groups.

Their world was harsh. In a blazing fire, only the strong survive. Luckily, they were tenacious. It survived like a bad deed and sowed seeds, and some of the seeds that were sown grew into warriors.

They were the ones who encountered the best players on the 40th floor. It was a designated tribe.

38th floor... No, they're NPC monsters, so you wouldn't understand. Uh, yeah. It's a parasite living in the deep sea. How did you survive something like that?

- Survived.

- That's amazing.

- There are dozens of us who know how to write errors. Dozens of them cling to it, absorbing as much error as possible from it as long as time permits.

- Well, then...

- That's right.

Kuang.

Fourteen designees stepped forward.

- We are the last designee left in the world.

-.......

- Not only did we survive after all our people died, but we were more powerful than ever.

I burst into laughter briefly.

- There's only 14 of them left. That's ridiculous. Come on, you dirtbags. I will take you with me today to the comfort of one million!

However.

That day, there was no outreach to subdue the quest.

Rather, she admitted that she was too unprepared to deal with [these enemies] and had to step down on her own.

Ordinarily, you would have won by dragging your upperclassmen into battle.

For some reason...... I completely lost the confidence of the Elves on the 39th floor, where I play well.

Not only did I lose it, but I became the enemy of all Elves.

- Damn it.

He had no colleagues. There was an enthusiasm with the saint, but if you think about it now, it was just gossip from irresponsible media.

The elves who were worthy of your service turned their backs now.

The word "bloodline" was meant for play.

- He fights like a fucking coward. You bastards. I'll get ready and come back! Do you understand?

[Retreat from the 40th floor stage.]

[Quest failed!]

[Try again next time.]

Thus, the progress of the goat, who had always raided the tower with ease, everywhere, stopped here for a moment.

I wasn't defeated by a 40-story boss. I've retreated. Few people mock this as a [failure] of the salt.

From the 11th floor to the 39th floor, the legend that defeated all the stages was salt water.

- Breaking news.

Those who were frustrated on the 40th floor were not the only ones who were popular.

- The Black Dragon Guild on the 40th Floor of the Tower raid.

- You were confident that you would show the best of the Guild this time, right?

- Unfortunately, I came back empty-handed.

Hidden from her reputation, she practically seized the most powerful power in the tower, and this time she decided to regain the guild's honor. You dragged and attacked all the elite of the Black Dragons.

[Retreat from the 40th floor stage.]

[Quest failed!]

[Try again next time.]

She also failed.

He retreated because he could not defeat only fourteen Designated Clans.

The Black Dragonlord killed 6 of 14 enemies and injured 4. That was the limit of the power squeezed by the Black Dragon Juice.

Eventually.

- First in Hunter's Rank!

- The salt has defeated the boss alone again!

The person who beat up the wounded prey was a master who was only after the timing of revenge.

No matter how many times I retreated, one salting agent was the salt. He was the number one hunter in the floating world. Six bodies, four wounded, and four warriors couldn't afford to play.

- Fuck!

- That sucks, suckers!

I burned the heads of the designated tribes as I poured out profanity.

As a result, the last remaining designees on the continent died, and a faction perished.

- You…….

The designators opened their mouths. He was the last of his kin. He gripped his head in the palm of his hand and choked silently as his whole body burned.

- Cursed.

- Ang?

- You're not a god, you're a demon. You pretend to be God, and the fairies walk in the Devil's path. You set the world on fire and destroyed it. It's all your doing. If there is a God in this world, if there is a God, not a demon like you...

- Come on, monster.

- Revenge will be yours.

Glug glug.

The head of the designated tribe was burned to the brink. After that, the designated tribe's words disappeared. Despite the burning of his voice and the ashes of his tongue and the melting of his bones, the Last Designated Clan only wrote an error and left a will.

- Asshole.

I wiped away the ashes from my hands.

- Nothing. They're taking revenge. You have to.

We hit the 40th floor of the tower, which is so relaxing.

The press was at war to win interviews with the elite.

On the Internet, it was divided between the hymnist and the mocker, proving that the three most prolific names are very important in their lives.

Hunters ridiculed incompetent black dragon liquor, and men like me admired the play.

Such an age.

It was that day.

Oh, talk. Good. Gentle.

- But I set the rules for the conversation.

That very night, the girl died.

- But you know I'm salty. I saw that the saint was dead to me.

- Then you're dead.

One Class F Hunter is dead.

That is.

The 40th floor is the highest stage mankind has ever conquered.

I went to the 50th floor briefly to meet Killian, but it was a trick with bugs. This is not officially acceptable. Even before I came back, even after I came back, the last time mankind stepped foot in my whole life is up to the 40th floor.

He once defeated the salts on the 40th floor and once retreated from the Black Dragon Wine.

That's why I entered the ridicule of other colleagues and forced them to choose 'Goblins’ as my own.

Only fourteen people planted a deep imprint in my head.

[Designated tribe evolves!]

It was coming into my time right now.

8.

The change started with a little Hopgoblin kid.

- Ogre?

The Little Designated People were playing the family tree with Mother on the left and Father on the right. Twisted, twisted little, little toes twitching.

The mother and father of the baby wanted to drive the error to their younger children rather than build their own. They are the valiant warriors of the peace council, and they are quite good at crafting the order that the two of them came together.

That is why the child enjoyed the "first to evolve" glory.

- Is it a child?

- This is...

The child's body began to glow.

The mother and father were surprised, but soon they realized that this change was not just for the child.

- Hmm?

- Ugor?

Aaaaahhhh!

The designators sitting on the shells of the dragons, whatever their tricks were, climbed to the top of the dragon's knee and put its scaffolding on the steps, and the designators sitting on the claws of the dragons, in turn, shifted slightly and shifted.

- What? What is it? Suddenly, why is my body......

- Ominous! Ominous, Wuger!

The moment the designated tribe was about to unravel the scaffold.

“Don't flinch! ”

A lion's tail explodes from the top of its head.

[The constellation "The Muscle Pig Dreaming of Familiarity" criticizes the people.]

He was my great patriot.

Ubrica sits between the left nostril and the right nostril, i.e., on top of the crowd, of a giant monster. [Deep Sea Dragon] Whenever he breathes out, his body ascends and descends like a Viking. It was the roughest course in terms of violence, but Ubrica looked comfortable as if she were leaning on a couch.

“Never! Don't untie the crown!" Continue to run the error! ”

- Ha, but…….

“This is never an ominous sign. It's the same thing you call a phantom limb! ”

The designated people opened their eyes.

- Osteonecrosis?

- You're the only one who made it to Uburga.

Ubrica grins with her fangs out.

“Ugor. It's the same everywhere. I know it's similar to a hysterectomy, but it's different. Most of all, our people are shining all at once. ”

- Then what the hell is going on, Progenitor?

“I don't know, but pioneering an unknown dungeon is always a thrill! ”

Hrrrrrrr!

It also glowed on the body of Ubrica. The fire was rougher than any of the designated tribes.

“Comrades! Fear not. The fire was always on our side. Even when the ancient ancestors moaned in the cave, the fire burned for us. The monster who created this continent, how could he put out our fire? ”

A red flame ignites the sheep swinging Ubrica. However, the flames did not burn the body of Ubrica, and they did not burn the world, just quietly twisting its head. Numerous designees looked up at Ubrica in awe of their ancestors.

“Breathe! Accept the warmth of the world with your body! Focus! Remember the Great Ancients used to swing pickaxes to get salt! ”

-.......

The turbulence subsided.

The designators were again immersed in the softening of the error.

“The Heart Unifies All! ”

The chief executive officer of my family became the conductor of the orchestra and started the fire of my people.

“The next time we wake up, whether it's a dislocation or something, we'll be different! But what good is it for those who forget yesterday to come tomorrow and tomorrow? He is merely passing time, not living time. So remember, don't forget the screams of long ago's famous ancestors! We only burn for eternity to become [an unforgettable being]! ”

The fire is getting rougher.

Among the shells, knees, toes, nostrils and people, various kinds of fires rose. Hundreds of thousands of flames were shaken by dozens of lights, but not long after, the most intense colors -- the most vivid one, consumed everything.

Enemies.

But the red flame took away the blue, the light, the yellow, the black, and the white. The parasitic dragon who lived in the deep sea was completely engulfed in flames. The beast's body burns as if it were the wick of a giant candle.

[The Celestial Pig Dreaming of the Wheel of Passion operates the Celestial Maker.]]

And...

[Designated tribes run skyscrapers.]

Larynge-

Children's green skin, skin, was peeled off.

Green skin, like charcoal that was burned by fire, fell out of color.

[Designated tribe undergoes evolution!]

No, I don't.

The skin did not develop because it was burned by the error.

[Status of the Designated Clan is changing!]

Children's skin was really red.

It wasn't Goblin skin with spring green, nor Hobgoblin skin with summer scent.

[Designated tribe enters the final evolution, the asaura!]]

A thousand years old.

The seasons that have passed so far have ripened red and become the blood of those children and become flesh.

"......."

Waiting room for the dropout.

We were stunned to see the children of the earth harvest the red autumn.

The designated tribe has become a little larger. The fangs become sharper. The glare glowed red. Orcs burning in their minds became mixed with their bodies, burning fiercely. The red muscles breathed on my forearms, back, abs, and thighs as if they were going to burst right away.

“Ogres...? ”

The Black Dragon Master mutters in an instant.

“... No. I've never seen an Ogre with red skin. I'm not just a big Ogre, but the purity of the error is ridiculously strong. That's..."

“Yes, it's not. ”

We didn't take our eyes off the hologram footage.

“Only those children can reach it. ”

I whispered in my heart.

Looking at one epic bloodshed, smoked by children.

‘Race Status Open. ’

Glug.

I saw a text in front of me.

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[Asura chuckles]

Extinction grade: F (no risk)

Proverbs: ‘We are fire. ’

Political system: Hwaseong Council

Description: Designated clan.

Born on earth, digging holes, loving swamps, applying mud to the body, and knowing with happiness the scent of rain falling from the sky, one species who loved all shade and moisture, endured a long time, finally accepting the flames of this world into their hearts.

Fire Fire Fire.

They're symbols of fire that never goes out. When they make an error, the flame burns in six places, and when they're on the battlefield, their arms are as fierce as a six-shaped sword.

They mourn the life that is dying in this world. By acting on the faces and gestures of the dead, they're transporting the lives that are already lost on a dark, shady stage. They can always be someone else, they can be themselves, they can be us. Their likeness is as the likeness of those on whose faces is a deafness.

It's pronounced "Asura."

By loving the waterways of humans, and by taking pride in the flames that they have ignited, Asura speeds through a world that has always been hell.

If someone calls them "devils," it's only because they willingly chose to stay in hell.

Their beloved father is still laughing in hell. Where else would they house them?

Good luck to you all.

Characteristics: [Peace Council], [Bloodstain], [Bridge], [Macheon Shrine], [Macheon Genesis], [Crocodile Belief], [Legacy of Records], [Combat Insult], [Multiracial Culture], [Loser of the Continent]

Evolver: Final Completion.

Name: Asura will only be called by their own name.

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I nodded.

“... That's right. ”

In the waiting room of the deserter, all my colleagues were silent, and only my voice sounded faint.

People don't usually listen to their voices.

I don't know if it was because of that, but I felt like I was happy in my ears, and I felt like I was repressing a feeling that I couldn't say.

“These are my children. ”

Still.

I said what I wanted, what I could, and what I had to say.

"They're all... they're all my proud children."

[Stage cleared.]

[38th floor stage cleared.]

[You have not participated in the stage.]

[There is no reward for you.]

That.

It was a very happy word.