SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

1.

The first performance of the ambitious Black Knight was largely ruined.

“Oh my..."

The paladin covers his face with a desperate gesture.

Is it because you've been practicing your bloodstream so hard for the past month?

The pose of the paladin was a work of art called despair. An artwork that won't be accepted by a writer for a lifetime until he enters the palace in disgrace and vain.

“I wanted to play music again... I guess. Was it my insolence?”

The paladin laughs in vain.

Paper letters left at her feet like bank leaves.

Disappointed, worst of all, I don't know what sin my ears committed in my previous life to have to listen to the same performance yesterday, etc., and there was a malicious salad with a curse and contempt removed.

“I'm retiring. No, I'm not saying I'm retiring as a musician. As a Hunter, I want to retire from my life as a human being……."

Oh, hey.

“Yes, indeed, the foolish public does not understand us. ”

Black Dragon Juice?

“Humans are all scum. I don't even remember what you did. Animals who devour their past like flesh... Hehe. Do we have to sacrifice ourselves for such livestock? Kim Gong-ja?”

Your eyes are dangerously shiny.

Anastasia smiles, smiling at the aura of the final boss, whether the nickname has really turned black as the owner of the Black Dragon. Hehe. It gives me goosebumps all over my face with laughter that I'm only allowed to do in obscurity.

“Four Kings! You are no longer my master! ”

The Inquisitor smiles widely.

No, it's not.

It was not a heretic interrogator, but a blonde wellkeeper who had the hair of a heretic interrogator, the son of a bitch.

One dangdangdangdangdangdangin ', constantly wetting my pants.

“I was born with a mission to undermine humanity! Ugh! I can see why the gods of the universe keep whispering to me. I am the savior of promise! Don't worry, bruise! You will be specially dressed in a dedicated cage to provide three tasty fine jerky treats! Phew!”

What the fuck.

No, it's really a dog, right?

“Hey, Four Kings. ”

What is it, Liaopan?

Wait, why are you holding my sparkle in your hand?

Why are you blushing your cheeks like you're ashamed to look at me?

“Oh, man. It's embarrassing for me to say this... ”

[The sparkling self declares to speak.]

The sparkle is terribly shiny.

I named one knife pretty well.

[Say that sparkling self and viper have decided to go out.]

Farden?

[Singing sparkles. Seeing that the former master was safe and happy to meet the current master, he also wanted to find his happiness. Seeing this Blader walking around everyday looking fabulous, I should have a sword like himself beside him.]

“I think the same thing, you know? because the knife-bearing heroin, the genre, had a long history and tradition. It's a shame this sword is not the most refined Japanese diaphragm on the face of the earth, but it's a daily life I have to endure. ”

Crazy.

The serpent was screaming like a serpent, and he was at least 10000 years old and as bright as he had turned into adolescence... a knife.

My brain couldn't tell which one of them was the son of a bitch.

Are you two assholes thinking that I'm the son of a bitch of the world?

Maybe the whole world is an asshole and I'm not the only one.

At the very least, I'm still rubbing my cheeks against my boots, and I'm like, "Woof! Woof!" Well, it's pretty obvious that Inquisitor Welcoming is a son of a bitch, isn't it?

Is my life ruined?

- Fuck you, Eri.

I turned my head.

The messenger looks like a potato bone soup.

- Hey, hey! I'm in a position to die and watch everything, mate, but why do I have to come in and see the dog you're dreaming about? Huh? Please wake up, zombie! Open your fucking eyes!

Why?

I'm enjoying watching.

If you don't want me to dream, you can give me something thumbs up.

- Son of a bitch... Hey, wait. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Zombies. No, Confucius. Confucius, I was wrong. So please don't make me appear in your dreams! I don't dance like that! Fuck, stop it! Stop it!

There you go.

Let's start the day with the refreshing screams of the messenger.

2.

- Seriously, you should go upstairs. Oh, I'll just, uh, I'll just, uh, give you no advice and watch you go to hell! How did you end up with all this blood on your hands? That's 'cause you're lucky. Fifty floors is a shithole. Huh? I'll go crying later, and I'll never give you a word of advice if my crotch is stretched.

“Aye. Grown-ups get squeamish. ”

- You should look back at your dreams! Not every once in a while. He's always dreaming about her!

I drove down the stairs, whispering in the ear of the messenger.

“Oh, you're up, Duke Kim. ”

The paladin sits in the basement.

Although he was a paladin fully armed with armor, he took off the gauntlet and touched his smartphone.

“Yes, good morning, Patricia. ”

“Good timing. ”

The paladin raises his phone with a single smile.

“I've been waiting for you to come down. Look, this is amazing. ”

“What's the matter? ”

“What do you think? Bloody polar, blood-polar. The reactions to the performance we had last time are starting to come out. ”

“Ah…."

Suddenly, I remembered the dream I had today.

I felt uneasy when I remembered the vision of the paladin about to retire, saying the performance was ruined.

“How's that? Is that okay? ”

I looked closely at the smartphone screen. Zec. Every time the paladin moved his finger, headings passed by.

“It's okay! The Internet is going crazy! ”

The paladin couldn't help but get excited.

“On our new stage, the people of the outside world are appalled. Can you believe it? My choreographers are relentlessly contacting my emails. ”

“Heh.”

Oh, thank God.

I guess the dream I had tonight really was a dog.

I read the article titles one by one in relief.

Bloody Pole: A dance genre that transcends the limits of the body.

The dancer, performer, and performer are inseparable!

German Maestro ‘This is dance jazz. ’

The fragrance of error varies by every concert.

Does the tower now seek to transcend the Old World in art?

Such a degenerate response.

The paladin's mouth overflowed with joy.

“We even have a feature article on us. Really, you came here to mess around with a subject you didn't care about when you were jazzing. What a relief..."

It was then.

- Rrrrgh!

Screams come from the other side of the basement.

The paladin turns his eyes to look at the source of the sound, and I look after her, too. There was a caged cell door.

But wait a minute. The scream soon broke.

We turned our heads and fell back into the Phonezil Triangle.

“Ouch. I expected it, but it's a pretty impressive reaction. What Times? Aren't these really famous newspapers? ”

“It's not that famous. Kim Gong-ja, don't you think you're living too carelessly? Anastasia and I stayed up all night checking Internet reactions last night. ”

“I realized how stupid that was... Careful. Watching other people's reactions is kind of addictive, addictive. ”

“Hmmm. Of course I know... However, it's hard to bear the attention of one artist, not as the Deputy Chief of the Vigilante. Look, one comment at a time, one line at a time, is drugs... ”

“You have to get used to it. Director Myeonghae, this will be everyday from now on. ”

“Haha. The guild leader of the Black Knights is very skilled... ”

Screams echo again.

- Shhhhh!

We exchanged virtues without caring. But this time, the sound of screaming was persistent. It continued like before without breaking up soon.

- Sa, help! Help me, please!

- That's enough! Stop, please! There is no more...

- I'll blow it! I'll tell you everything! Please don't leave me alone!

- Do you know who I am? Oh! We'll see. Just get out of here...

We played hard to get.

After about five minutes, the screams subside. In the meantime, we have received Ego profusely from anonymous journalists and critics who live on the Internet.

When our ego is so full that we almost burst to death, so the paladin and I are starting to realize that it seems pretty silly to leave self-awareness on this little smartphone.

The door opens in the cellar grate.

“Good morning……."

It was the Black Dragon Juju who came out of the door.

“… Huh? What, was there a Kim Duke? ”

“Yep. Good morning. ”

I waved my hand.

“Do you have any achievements? ”

“Well…. Just like that.I feel like I've already got all the information I need. ”

The Black Dragonlord slaps his yawn and walks softly. In the corner of the basement was a pantry shelf as small as the Tang Bi Silk. The Black Dragon's hand groped the coffee filter.

“Oh, just sit down. I'll give you a ride.”

“Yes... Thank you."

The Black Dragonlord looks tired, pretending. It seemed like the dark circles underneath the snow really kept the night going. She lets out a sigh of relief after giving me a chair.

“This is why I like married men. I'm full of caring and manners. ”

“That's a mixture of prejudices. Anastasia, not all married men are capable of this kind of consideration because of me. ”

“Ugh. What? God damn it... ”

“For example, I know that Anastasia's coffee tastes are Hazelnut Latte. I also know that if you add one shot of hot stuff, you like it better. So now I'm going to do Hazelnut Latte, not Americano. Come on. Be impressed. ”

“… Huh? An unlucky angel...? ”

Black Dragon Juice sips coffee. "Damn, that's a nice touch...” Then she opens her lips.

“You were right. ”

I nodded.

“As expected, there were traitors. ”

“... Yes. There was a fraternity before the meeting with the Black Dragons. ”

Anastasia took out an old notebook from her arms.

“The official name is the Tax College. ”

"......."

“A secret statement that the Tower of Babel is a miracle of God, and that humanity must respond to it and cleanse it."

“Purification? ”

“That's a more elegant expression of terrorism. Well, crazy kids. 2 executives and 11 regular guild members. It's hard to see that there are so many people... If you hadn't noticed by now, it would have gotten bigger in the future. ”

Yeah, it is.

I took Anastasia's notebook and looked around.

The Tower of Babylon collapsed early and gave us another chance to reach heaven....

"Abandon the already defiled outside world and build a new kingdom in the tower. Bless this place with all your heart. Those who once ruled the tower were the ones who were deceived and driven out these false rulers...

The fanatical whispers.

The scribbles were like doodles, fingerprints cluttered at the ends of each sentence, how many times did the owner of the notebook cherish it.

“I see.”

I swallowed the moan.

This secret thread killed the Black Dragon Master in the world he showed me. Inquisitor Ethan, too.

I thought I might have been active since this time, but I've been secretly searching for information....

“I'm glad we found it now. ”

Is there always a right answer for an ominous feeling?

There were dissatisfied people everywhere with the current system in which the five guilds held power, and they were lurking inside the guild like malignant tumors combined with social and fanatics.

- No, not anymore! Hey, don't send him there! Don't leave me alone!

And the Cultists are now trapped in a dungeon, screaming.

The Black Dragon Juice grows tired of its small head.

“It was convenient for the monks to help with the interrogation. I don't need to see the blood.... If it was like before, I'd have flown one or two of them by now. ”

“How scary did you make me dream? ”

“Not really? I just dropped it on the white horizon with nothing and left it alone for about 30 days in my dreams. ”

What the hell?

The paladin was also holding out his tongue. None of our members had any human harassment skills, but the Black Dragonlord was unique.

“Anyway, thanks to you, I cleaned up the house. Thank you."

Anastasia put down her coffee cup to the grave.

“I'd like to ask how you found out.... It doesn't matter, so I won't ask. The important thing is that we managed to eliminate one risk factor in the bay. ”

“Precisely.”

“All right, our leader. ”

You hear another scream from behind the iron gate.

He folds his fingers and raises his chin, gazing at my face.

“The traitor and the heretic have been dealt with. People all over the world were so blinded by the blood-soap opera that no one noticed. What does our leader intend to do after doing this perfectly? ”

Tak.

I covered the notebook.

“Of course there's only one. ”

And I said,

“Tomorrow. I'll go up to the 50th floor. ”