SSS-Class Suicide Hunter
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He was originally a human that did not fit into the sect.
2.
-.......
Pulmonary tube training day 61.
The serpent opens his mouth wide.
- This isn't it...
A drop of water fell from the ceiling.
I've been training because I've been starving for decades, and I heard the Four Kings laugh jokingly. I've taken that seriously and continued my fasting training for 60 days now, but it wasn't just the stomach that was emptying out as the day passed. I felt stupid.
- No, yeah. This can't be... I can't remember the guy who was seriously fasting in the first place... Instead of beating him with this kind of training, it's just a waste of time, a waste of life's brainpower.
Congestion.
It was the moment of realization.
- Goddamn it!
That day, the serpent abolished his 60 days of fasting, went down to the noble village and shook his head. Feet. Fried. Noodles. Serpent's dishes made the nobles rich. After roughly a five-day meal, the viper sat in a cave desperately, as if he had not overcome the phenomenon of yo-yo.
- How are we supposed to beat him?
60 days in the air.
I'm talking about dying of grass, but fortunate or unfortunate, the viper has much time left.
There's so much left.
-.......
60 years, no matter how short.
60 years.
Barely.
- What to do…… damn it, what to do.......
What 60 days of fasting left him with was a habit of soliloquy.
The serpent grunts and looks at the cave wall, and imagines an absolute tombstone, such as a performance, but no such delusion occurs.
The serpent was not the main character.
-.......
Maybe.
It may not have been you who needed to be included in the martial arts.
- … yes. You got it all wrong from the beginning.
The serpent sighed as he thought of Duke Kim's extremely bright smile in his head.
- No matter how much you look at it, the wavelength fits. Not me... It's a better world, but even if I give in and accept it, saving the people in the tower is totally not my period. I just like to negotiate ()....
The serpent picks up a stone and throws it into the cave wall.
Tuck.
- That's right.
Four days.
The time of nourishment, without doing anything, thinking nothing, without changing anything, flowed outside at the speed of a clock called four days. There's no time to waste in the cave, only the indentations on the wall-- only the remnants of the cobblestones thrown by the vipers, and only the bruises tell the time.
- I was never a good fit for the sperm.
Tuck.
- Not only did I get under my grandfather, but I was impressed by his work, so I just wanted to have a little time to learn... And I feel like you two should be comfortable on your way to the old man's place because it suits you... That's fine with me.
Tuck.
- Kind of. Compared to him.
Tuck.
-.......
Tuck.
- Roughly.
Tuck.
- Wow, did I really buy my whole life? I thought you worked hard. You didn't come all the way out here without doing anything decisive? Hell, was the world worth living roughly as a sixth hunter and a astronomer? Am I a genius? I wish I didn't live so roughly. The tower must have collapsed.
Tuck.
- Yeah, enough to take down the tower.
Tuck.
- Number six, I don't see how that achievement will be engraved. I don't think it's going to be mentioned after I die. Three years at most, six years at the most.
After six years, my name and my nickname will all be in vain.
Tuck.
- The Celestial Moon Master is one of the most famous doors in the tower. It must have fallen into the middle of nowhere. It's a good thing the rumors are true. I told the kids not to go out on the street and knife.If they're going to fight, they should train themselves at their own pace, that's where they collected....
Tuck.
- You're roughly alive.
Tuck.
- Fuck you. Fuck you all.
Tuck.
-.......
Tuck.
Pulmonary tube training day 260.
Across the cave from where the Serpent is facing, the stones he throws have been shattered. There were depressions, like a bomb exploding, and bears were everywhere. Only to clear your mind, no, the stones thrown to excrete your thoughts have carved rocks.
Who I am.
How I got here.
Coming here, what you missed.
What else did you hold onto that you didn't miss?
What they were, what they were.
-.......
Day 260.
The serpent needed that much time to crave his life.
He made the time fertilizer by using the clock thread, the minute needle as the seed thread. I've stripped this manure of all kinds of useless things, grief, trafficking, stress, thought debris, emotional debris, fat and military life. When it doesn't, you hurl a boulder and the mountain breaks.
-.......
After clearing it out, there was still a poultice.
- Beat Duke Kim.
Just a knife?
No, I don't.
The potion he inherited. Mincho's Screaming Young Knife.
Kim lowered himself as a minor monk and always spoke of the teacher with bright eyes -- possibly with very shiny eyes -- but the idea of the serpent was different. Yes, the Serpent knew one thing, that no one around him knew, and perhaps even Duke Kim himself.
- Beating Duke Kim doesn't just mean beating the Shaman.
Early.
He did not know his name, and he made a martial artist while referencing the world. I heard death, screaming and groaning that flowed from all over the world.
That's what the world looks like. How can a human sword be so special when it's made by a human? Those who praise the sword that is separated from the world, it is not the world that can cut it down, but only fiction, vanity, and transgression that are separated from the world.
A knife is an ornament, not a knife, unless you cut through the excess.
If you want to cut down the world, you have to put the world in the sword first. Just now, the world consisted of screams, groaning, and blood. So I will scream and moan and vomit blood.
-.......
Kim Gong-ja.
The shaman was scattered throughout the designated tribe.
Infected.
-... scary guy.
The Macheon Genesis Act, created by Kim, is not just an upgrade to the Macheon Genesis. It was Kim Gong-ja himself who came up with a new idea. I don't know how cool it would be to play medicine with other people, not by myself, but simply by ignorant motivation.
Absolutely not.
- I can't believe you're handing out your luggage to hundreds of thousands of people...
The Serpent's eyes darken.
He confessed, but he was alone. Not only did the Christians worship Heavenly Horse as a priest, but they also accepted it as a living myth as a kind of god. The word of the thousand is the law, and the walk of the thousand is history.
There's only 1,000 horses in the world who spread the Celestial Shrine.
On the other hand, the truth is different.
Anyone who is somewhat familiar with the astronomer can participate in the law. We don't need to carry the screams of all the people. You have to play only one person as if you were an actor, obeying one person's scream and fulfilling the role of one person.
- Ha.......
Kim is only the conductor of the 1st movement there.
Without Gong-ja Kim, the Macheon law unfolds, and depending on which people participate in the true law, who they cry out to, it changes every time and is new every time. Ubrica will be the conductor of the second band, and Seismism can also be the conductor of the third band.
Divided.
No burden, no mission, no role, no status, no power.
- If only he looked like a thousand horses...
I am not the only one who is hurt in this world.
I'm not the one who's hurt the most, the one who's hurt the most.
I'm the head of the potion because I express it well.
Literally, I'm just a minor bishop.
- What do we do?
Slowly.
The serpent stands up.
- How do I defeat him...? Yeah? Yeah.
He mutters to himself and leaves the cave.
I didn't have to lock myself in a cave anymore.
The self, already firmly, was inside itself.
- What should I do...
Your feelings. Your past. Own regret. Own pride. You sigh, and everything overlaps and becomes a lump of honey, swaddled and frozen. This mass weighs about 100 muscles on the heart.
This black mass was soon himself.
- Hmm.
I always felt [myself] here, even if I came out of town and had a drink in a bar, talked to noble children, wandered the streets alone, climbed a mountain, and the black lump in my heart never disappeared.
The serpent in the heart twitches his tongue strangely.
- How to beat Duke Kim.
Day 282.
The viper stepped out of the closet.
3.
Caaaaaaang!
The blade slams into the blade.
“Ugh…! ”
The sound of sharp iron.
However, only a serpent has a blade polished with iron. I'm not. There are four more Shadow Swords in the shadows.
“Dammit! You're a disgrace! ”
A sword that flies only with my victory sword and vibrates in shade into a warm black color. Even the fact that I'm the Bishop of Mahjong means that even if I call these things "shears", they won't have much color.
A sack of swords and four swords.
I run around it like a shield.
“No matter how! Even if I'm the smallest enemy! It's,”
The Serpent is in a hurry.
“No! Fuck! It's a winning sword, what, no, it's really a winning sword!? It's swordsmanship to send a real sword! ”
- To be precise, this is a swordsmanship reserved for this zombie Kim.
The messenger who was silent the whole time the duel started, said. The messenger was a little distant, watching the fight between us. Of course, it was unfortunately impossible for the Serpent to hear the answer.
- [Goddess of Protection] Each of these blades has been summoned. I'm giving them an error to build their bodies, to move their bodies, and to fuel them. The problem is, these are parts of the constellation. My head is working. That is, Ego Sod. He fights well. As the five Ego Swords scattered their error, Kim Zombie called it the sword. Hmm. Hmm. Very, very proud of you....
“You sick fuck! ”
- That's what I'm talking about. Sometimes I talk to myself and I get the will. The world is better.
You two talk all you want, but there's nothing lower to the battle.
I just swing my sword.
You can't be distracted by the sound of nearby chatter and noises. Right now, I'm only staring at the viper and continuing my aggression.
"Damn it!”
[Compassion Sword] can handle a Serpent's Blade on its own.
[Origin Sword] stops the sword swinging at the waist.
[Sacrificial Sword] spills out the sword that ran to cut its wrist.
And ran towards the empty Serpent's bosom.
“Damn it, damn it!! ”
Benda.
There's a hiss of blood.
"Shallow."
It's not a fatal wound. The Serpent takes a cowardly step back and avoids it. There were a few drops of blood on the blade, but that's it. Just as when the sword and sword collided, the hissing sounds seemed to leave a long distance.
"......."
Again.
I feel a strange sensation and frown eyebrows.
‘I heard another clatter. ’
Now that the sword and the sword have been struck, you can ask whether the iron should resonate, but it is not. At least not now.
Because the sword is made of shade, not iron.
A sword made purely of error, no matter how much a serpent strikes with a sword, there is no ironing. Almost silent. At most, there should be something melting and biting.
Unless the irons are ringing from my sword.
‘Serpent.’
The moaning from the opponent's sword.
‘Carl is crying because he has been training. ’
I glanced at the serpent standing in front of me.
“Huff, huff… huff, huff… huff…. ”
The serpent is bleeding, breathing violently.
With a smile on your mouth.