SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

1.

Kuaaaaang!

At the sound of the explosion, the guests of the bar fell into a commotion.

“Well, what the hell. What's going on?”

“Damn. Here we go again...! ”

The guests didn't evacuate anywhere or hide under the table. I just grabbed it with both my hands so that I wouldn't spill my drink and my drink on the table. Here, on the 50th floor, it was just a routine explosion.

Ah, ah. Microphone test. Microphone test.

A voice echoes from the sky as the boy's son becomes disorderly.

People, including me, looked at the source of their voices.

I just wanted to thank you at the Martha for your understanding of staircase noise.

A horse tower.

It was a familiar place on the 50th floor, along with this street vendor.

The other day, when I was about to kill the beast, the witches of the Horse Tower also participated. The stronghold where they are staying, the tower is made up of five spires, rising above the sky.

Like a giant on earth reaching out five fingers to grab the sky.

‘The forces that ruled these 50 floors for over a thousand years...' ’

I cleaned up the mess.

You and the hostile neighbourhood? ’

No, no, no, no. I don't feel anything for them.

Behind the scenes, he made a moral argument.

- They just hate me unilaterally. I mean, I'm in a rather unfair position.

‘…… you knocked down one of the original six towers. Why would someone do that? ’

- No, look. It's creepy when the kids see it. I'm studying because I'm stuck in a tower all the time, but I can smell mold. I sometimes drilled a little deeper into the tower in the sense of ventilation and survival. When I think about it, I should be thankful. You even remodeled it for free, right? The people on the 50th floor have no morals at all. Tsu tsu tsu.

‘You just don't seem to have any morals...' '

The voice from the steeple was echoing throughout the city. The people who had been drinking on the sidewalk, the people who had been selling on the tablecloth, and the wanderer's son who had been playing dice since midday, all stopped everyday and looked up five towers.

I will be a spokesperson for the tower. Well, it's no big deal. Today, there are other terrorists who don't know their themes and are close to us.

The explosion caused by your eardrums was the work of those terrorists…. Hey, hey. Bring him here. No, not there. Yes. There. "

At that moment, the voice of someone other than the spokesperson was sharply torn.

The tower holds our colleagues!

I, we are the followers of Hamustra!

I stopped.

The Hamustra Brothers?

We are all officially librarians who have entered the common route! The tower has unlawfully oppressed and imprisoned us!

"Gentlemen! If we don't all stand up together now, one day you will be like us…….

Ah. Ah. All right, that's it. Phew. "

You hear the spokesman sigh.

Those without masters, however, only their voices were deeply enlarged. Now, is everyone clear on the situation? This is an outrage committed by steamers who have been completely abandoned by the constellation. You know that....

"Shut up! We are not abandoned by Hamustra!

Do you know the difference between strength and weakness? The strong only need to shut up when they want to, but the weak need to shut up when they don't want to.

Qajik!

There was a strange burst from beyond the sky.

Woof…!?

"Yes, as you can see, these guys are weak. Luckily for us, we were so weak that we tried to break our tower's security system. As a result... I have a tooth in my hand. Do you have any idea what that means?

Please don't get too close to the tower.

I was wandering around.

"What? He's talking to me! Hello. When I say shut up, I don't just mean to bite down. Shut your eyes, too.

Kwa-na! Tsk, tsk...

The cloudy sky diminishes the ominous sound. Whenever a sound twists, someone screams. The groaning was cut in seven sentences, and the horns scattered over the 50th floor.

"......."

Silence settles at the tavern.

Hunters looked at each other and tried to avoid the screams from the sky. Everyone has noticed that this is a kind of public place. Only the owner of the bar wiped the bar, saying, "Tsk, you're ruining the business."

Ah. Ah. Test the microphone one more time.

Please report to me whenever you go on the road, when you go to a place other than the road, and when you see the followers of the old Hamustra. They're terrible! There will be a small bounty on them. Think about working together on the security of the city...

Seed, this is annoying too. Anyway, did you get it all wrong? I've got eight teeth rolling around in my hand, including the square teeth, the fangs and the little teeth. These teeth can be your friends' or they can be yours.

"May God bless you."

I lost my voice.

The sky was still as it had always been. However, the people of the city on the 50th floor seem to feel overwhelmed by the silence in the sky. After about 10 seconds, the commotion of everyday life returns.

“Goddamn things. I'm catching the Rat Faith again..."

“Poor librarians, too. Where did Hamustra disappear to? ”

“It's obvious. You think he killed her? ”

“Ugh. A lot of people are dying because of one poor bastard. ”

It was a conversation I couldn't help but not pay attention to. I turned to the table next door.

“Excuse me. I need to ask you a few questions... ”

“What?"

The older Hunter frowns.

The Pokle is a hunter with a perm and an eye patch in his left eye.

Not only her, Hunters sitting at the same table all the time regardless of gender. They were all wearing eye pads on their little heads.

"......."

The overwhelming visuals won't stop me for a moment.

I stuttered and asked politely.

“…… No, that's it. Hmm. I don't know much about the 50th floor these days... Three months? I've been here for three months. What the hell is going on? Is that what's going on in the tower? ”

“Huh? Didn't you hear about the Hamustra disappearing? ”

The Poggles stared at me.

It was very burdensome.

“I think I've heard that story before... ”

“I've heard rumors that Killer Seung Seong killed her! ”

Apparently the Popples were too busy listening to their own chatter. They chatted as they ate bread crumbs that looked like handfuls in India.

“The faith of the Great Librarian of Manhattan has been severed quite some time ago. I heard it was a constellation with no answer even if I spoke to cancer because I was indifferent to the priests, but I can't feel its presence anymore. Here. He was originally a member of the Hamustra. ”

Blowhead A tapped the side of Blowhead B.

Then popphead B frowned and wetted the bread. This conversation seemed uncomfortable.

“... Be quiet. Not anymore.”

“Hehe. No matter how many gods Hamustra had, he was loyal. And then he just disappeared. I understand the librarians are desperate. ”

"......."

I sense an unusual premonition. Something big happened because Hamustra lost the power of the constellation, something I didn't expect, and something happened that I didn't know about.

“Th…. [Great Librarian of Manhattan] was originally popular...? ”

“Hmm? No. It wasn't very popular. ”

Bloated A affirmed.

“The Great Librarian is too unkind to hunters. Why, can't other constellations let you complete little quests one by one and then naturally carry on to the last quest? ”

“Oh. Yes……."

Is that so?

I don't know because I've never worshipped the constellations as gods.

But it seemed impossible to imagine that Popeye A wouldn't take me to the constellation. It was explained in a manner that was natural.

“But the Great Librarian is different. You just toss one goal like," Save the world from destruction, "and you do the rest. Tsk, tsk. It's irresponsible enough to drive people crazy. ”

"......."

“There are no rewards during the quest. No clue. Even if Hunter's in danger, I should give him a chance or two to get away with it and let him die without it! It's a very liberal thing to say, but in other words, it's just a constellation that neglects the congregation. How popular can you be? ”

“...... Hamustra is good at being so strict. ”

Fowl B, who had taken his soda, frowned.

“Ordinary constellations just throw quests and be done. Hamustra gives us a world to live in. Understood? After you have everything ready, we will not interfere with our players. That's what makes it great! ”

“Look, there's a stray. ”

A chuckles.

“But it's over. Like I said, the answer's gone!"

"......."

“Their followers are so ignorant. If your master dies, you can quickly choose another constellation and serve as a master. The Hamustra followers don't change their beliefs about what is so loyal. Rather, they are trying to survive as a group... Will you leave the acolytes of the spider tower alone? Olcony, you're a bunch of uncrowded hunters from the constellation, so I'll take you down and enslave you. ”

“Shut up! Hamustra's not dead! You've been off the grid for a while, avoiding the trail of lethal force! ”

Hmm...

“Oh, I'm scared. Do I have to shut up because I said shut up? The boys at the steeple told you. You don't have to shut up. I've been a hunter for over 20 years now. He will soon be an apostle. Have you lost your beloved master and changed his faith? ”

“Son of a bitch! ”

“Er... Excuse me."

I slipped into the quarrel between the two hunters.

"What if killing Hamustra wasn't fatal? ”

"Hmm?"

“What?"

Hunters looked this way with a face that said, "What is he talking about?"

It was the look of looking down on me as a novice who knew nothing.

I just got lucky because I couldn't tell them the truth.

“I mean... it doesn't explain why Hamustra went missing, does it? Right? Maybe it wasn't fatal. Maybe it was someone else. Or, really, maybe...... maybe he's not dead at all. ”

“What if he's not dead? ”

Popeye A asked again in a laughing tone.

“The energy of the constellations is gone. No matter how much the congregation calls, there is no answer. But if he hadn't died, would he have run away somewhere? ”

“... Maybe...... he became human out of spite. ”

“What, Tacheon? Human?”

A laughs out loud. B, who had just had a nervous war with A, also made a silly face. No, all the pom-haired hunters who were watching our conversation fainted.

“Huh! This guy's definitely a novice. ”

“The Tachyon? I've never heard that before in my life. ”

“Hello, young man. A constellation is a constellation, and humans are human beings. Particularly Hamustra is named after a constellation in the constellation. I don't know if he's dead. Where did you hear this ridiculous urban legend? ”

"......."

It's true.

Hamustra's become a real person, and he's running around the cafe.

I'm so popular with part-time students that I don't even know how to tip my customers...

“Of course, someone else did. Or killed by another constellation. But it can't be! Not a single one of them has ever declared the murder of Hamustra. How great a job it is to keep it a secret. ”

“Yes. Hunters don't miss a chance to boast. ”

“There's no reason to hide the constellations. It's lethal, lethal. Even if it's that maniac. ”

"Well……"

I asked you one last time.

“What if there really is no killer...?" What happens then? ”

It was that moment.

The eyes of Pokémon B twinkle in horror.

"We'll get him and we'll kill him! ”

Boom!

B couldn't beat Boone, so he hit the table.

“Dare! A man so impetuous to hurt our precious master, the Librarian like the sky! I'm going to throw a nostalgia and feed it to the monsters of the void! Bastard! I'll rip your limbs from head to toe! ”

The eyes of B, who was a member of Hamustra, burn with fury. It was a great life. The other hunters confronted it, yes, and yes.

“The Hamustra Bandoles are enormous. I truly love the Master. Drag. I don't know if there's a real culprit out there, but if there is a real culprit out there, all the Hamustrals in the universe, all the hunters from every stage will come and attack and kill him. ”

“Aye. Even if the assassins can't do it, there are thousands of them! ”

“Everyone's resting because he's a space nerd. What if someone else is the culprit, not the killer? Man, it was crazy back then. I don't want to think.”

“There will be bloodshed! ”

Hunters laughed, except for B.

Like I heard a funny joke.

Of course, I wasn't having fun at all.

- It's a zombie.

"......."

- All I'm saying is one true without a lie.

The acolyte smiles at me, sweating coldly.

- You're the boss of Real Evil. You crazy sociopath, Richie.

Yes...

I know there's at least one thing I have to do on the 50th floor........