SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

2.

The congregation gathers inside the cave.

“Auxiliary? Were you alive? Amazing.”

“I heard there was a commotion in the tower yesterday. It was you."

Followers of another constellation. Some of them had already lost their constellations a long time ago, and some had not lost them yet, but were fleeing with their eyes stamped on the tower.

It was so-called non-alcoholic on the 50th floor.

“An assassination order came down from the tower. Hey! You're amazing! ”

The hooded woman taps the assistant's shoulder.

“How many spider cubs have you pissed off? I envy you, co-author. Throw away a constellation like Hamustra and come to us. I'll do it for you!”

“…… not twisting your wrists is the last manners I have as the person who invited you. Thank you for my common sense and elegant manners. ”

“Two thanks will cost you your life. Chuckle.”

The congregation chattered and sat down to find a seat they liked. The one who sits looking for a flat succession, the one who lays down at all, and the one who sits on a bed of rags he brought....

It's kind of a mess.

It looked like a pottery market.

"Hmm."

But my senses were sharpened a little while ago.

‘It's strong……. These hunters.’

- Well, they're all rampagers being chased by the tower.

The messenger folds his arms.

- In other words, you still haven't been caught by the tower. Either you're smart, or you're lucky. Or just strong. Even with only one of the three, he's strong.

‘There's at least one paladin here. ’

I looked around. Ten fingers in our world. Perhaps if the strength within five fingers were mixed here, it would be [average].

"That's a tough one. 50th floor. ’

Until now, the hunters I met in the exclusive city were not just weaklings, but unknowingly lacking. At best, [Do you know how to use error as the basis? Not bad.

But the congregation that was gathered before me was different.

‘Whoever it is is hiding an uninvited guest. ’

I cleared the other side of the dark cave.

There were even hunters looking at this side quietly, hiding the trail.

Indeed, it was Jinjin who gave the name value of the 50th floor.

“First of all, I don't think anyone can afford to eat today, but thank you for coming. ”

An assistant rises.

She walks out into the middle of the meeting. The congregation looks at the assistants, as if they were paying attention.

“Some people see faces in 10 years. Some people can't see it. I…."

“Hey, writer. ”

A woman slapping the assistant's shoulder raises her right hand. She was chewing on something.

“I'm sorry to interrupt in the middle of an intense greeting for us. ”

“…… what? ”

“I've been very uncomfortable. Maybe I'm not the only one uncomfortable. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not blaming us for not having a chair and a cushion. I know it's bad. ”

The woman smiled and turned her gaze.

Right this way.

I sat down in the direction the blue eyes were looking.

“That guy. What is it?”

"......."

“Your cover's pounding. I think that rat's tail just came up the throat last night. Mr. Writer, tell me you were invited to play and your friend is at home raising penguins. No bars, no bars. Will rice pass?”

Unlike his tone, Hunter's eyes do not smile.

The cluttered air sinks.

I realized the reason the congregation didn't focus on the assistants was not because they were rude. Hunters were concerned about me.

Just as I appraised and surprised their capabilities, they also detected me.

“... Yes. I was gonna tell you anyway. ”

The assistants sigh.

“Let me introduce you. This person……."

“Hello. Nice to meet you. ”

I got up from my seat. As soon as my body moved, there were some believers who put their hands on my waist. Are you prepared to withdraw your weapon at any time?

I can't help it. We are not faceless. I laughed in the room in order to give people favors.

“My name is Kim Gong-ja. Thank you for rating me Penguin. When I was a kid, I wondered what penguin skin felt like. ”

“Kim Gong-ja? Hey, it's not a name, it's a name. I'm not kidding. Tell me your name.”

“Yes, his name is the Four Kings. ”

"......!"

The air in the cave tightens. It's not a metaphor. Some of the faithful, who have been craving energy, have raised an error at once.

“The king? The one Mahjos put out a subjugation order and sent after? ”

“The heretic who devoured so many worlds and turned so many humans into undead! ”

“Assistant! Why did you invite Rich to a meeting like that?! ”

Mmm.

I guess my room smile didn't have any effect...

I died of a slight grass but still had a smile on my mouth.

“Calm down, everyone. I'm not Rich. ”

“What?"

“I won't attack you unless you attack me. It's as safe and harmless as a penguin. Look at my smile. Somewhere along the line, he looks like Rich. ”

“…… Hmm, eh. Does that mean you're not a heretic? ”

A rude hunter asked. She looks shivering.

I answered as politely as I could.

“I'm in charge of a small cult. It's not heresy.”

“…… and you've never hired a dead man as an undead? ”

“The undead seem a little out of sorts. He has the ability to summon the dead, but he's not a zombie or a vampire. A lot of people are happier because of my lion summoning. ”

“ ……....... Mahjos said you were killing constellations. ”

“Oh, that's a terrible thing to say. Killing constellations?"

I shook my head.

“I've only killed one or two. ”

“He's the evil Undead Rich Northrifting-Overlord, isn't he? ”

“What are you doing, everybody! Take him down now! We're going down!”

It's difficult.

How can I answer kindly like this...?

- You're actually enjoying this, aren't you? Isn't that right?

‘It's an unfair accusation. Stop slandering me. ’

I never deliberately enjoy it. It was just when people saw me screaming as a scary villain, they realized the mysterious fun.

“Heave-ho.”

I unsheathed my sword from my waist. Twitch! The faithful who were watching over me stopped.

Slowly, I put the sword underneath my feet, showing them that there was no hostility. I spread my bare palms toward them.

“Here, take a look. ”

With a smile on your face.

“I don't bite. ”

"......."

“I know [Eternal Plains Warrior] has declared me a public enemy. But he doesn't really think of me as the evil monarch. They were just trying to use me in my own time. For you.”

“For us? Mahjos?”

I asked the hunter again.

“He's the strand of the constellation. What do you mean, for us? ”

“The assistant manager told me. I heard that if you don't belong to the Horse Tower, you won't be able to go up to the 51st floor. But you don't want to belong to the Horse Tower... and you don't have the strength to break it. ”

"......."

“I'm sorry. I meant no offense. But what they're saying is that the current situation can be frustrating. Didn't Mahone think? I might be some kind of breakthrough. ”

Why was Mahjong hostile to me as soon as I went up to the 50th floor?

Because you stole the Golden Hawk that was your apostle? Is that the only reason he decided to fight? It may be, but if you really want to kill me, you shouldn't have gathered the middlemen and ambushed me.

[Skilled] should have gathered and attacked just like the Hunters here.

“He wants to make me the boss of evil. ”

"......."

“On behalf of the Horse Tower."

It was said with conviction.

“…… indeed. ”

Hunter closes his eyes.

She sighed at me.

“Turn you into a new boss and subdue them." Yeah, I see. Like a gentle breed, in essence [Season Event Boss]. ”

“Yes, I suppose so. Chicken instead of pheasant. Without teeth, it's gum. ”

The rest of the congregation wandered off. “Aha”, “Yes...” The same sound came from everywhere. Understanding our story and making sense of each other.

I smiled quietly and looked up at the ceiling of the cave.

[The Eternal Plain Horse is silent.]]

Sometimes silence is positive.

“Very well, Four Kings. That's a very reasonable point. ”

Hauptbahnhof has risen.

“But why did you tell us that? It's hard to say it's wise. There's just more reason we should think of you as the evil rich. ”

She tugs at the blade.

“Of course, it would be easier to defeat you than to destroy a horse tower. I'm getting tired of being a beggar on the 50th floor! I want to be a part of Mahjong's quest. ”

Clear provocation.

“Oh, of course. That's your choice, too. ”

I smile and spread my palms wide.

“But is it easier to kill me than to destroy the tower? ”

“What?"

“If I was as good as you, I would have killed many enemies. You're used to living and dying. But, gentlemen, ”

I had a nice smile on my face.

“Killing someone. Is it really that hard? ”

“…… What do you want to talk about? ”

“It's simple. You mean Mahjos would never consider me a substitute for the tower without a reason." Maybe I really am the enemy [difficult to subdue against a steed]. I, for one, will take over the whole tower. Can you really catch me like that? ”

Everyone, including Hauptbahnhof, shouted.

I scratched the back of my head with a humble smile.

“You're not getting any fattening. ”

Taunt and retaliate.

That's the manners I learned.

“Ha."

Ha-ha-ha. Hunter's got a big mouth on him.

“That's good too! A test to see if you're really fattening up --"

“No. Forget it. [Berserker]. ”

It was that moment.

Someone walked out from behind me. He was a man with a bandage around his body. No footsteps, no breath. Only his voice flowed out endlessly.

The congregation was surprised that they had just detected his popularity. The Haerung Hunter, who tried to grab the dagger and pull it out, frowns.

“…… [paparazzo]? Since when have you been hiding like a cockroach? ”

“Since before you came. ”

The bandaged hunter mutters.

“Looks like my skills haven't rusted yet. I'm glad none of you noticed me. ”

“Huh? Of course. If you decide to hide, who will find you? ”

“I found him. ”

A bandaged hunter. A man called paparazzo pointed at me. My hands were suddenly revealed, but I was tied up in bandages, from my fingernails to the back of my hand.

“You noticed me earlier and were wary. ”

"......."

“I've had a bit of a fight too. While you were talking, I was constantly trying to blind that man. When I saw the gap, I even got the urge to cut his throat. However, even as I put the sword down, there is no gap. ”

“That's ……."

“It means you're stronger than us. Clearly.”

Ha-ha-ha, Hunter. [Berserker] chews his teeth.

“Are you sure it's the top level? Hey, don't bullshit me. ”

“I don't know how much. At least you know you're on top of us. I don't have a hobby of getting battled for my life by someone above my pay grade. I think you do, too. ”

The Berserker stared at me again. I could feel her eyes on me from head to toe. It was an eye for killing, an eye for fighting, and above all, an eye for suppressing his pride.

Yeah, it is.

It was also my favorite look.

“I'm fine.”

I smiled.

“I won't kill you! ”

"......."

For some reason, the Berserker clenched his fist. She sighs and sighs. And I slowed my hand on the dagger.

‘Huh.'

Aren't you coming? That's too bad.

I expected the best of the 50th floor to show off their martial arts.

The messenger laughed as he left me in mourning.

You're making a big fuss over the flagging ceremony.

Thanks to one intruder, the situation was avoided.

"......."

However, the atmosphere of the cave did not change. No, I was more nervous. After hearing the conversation between [Berserker] and [paparazzo], even the faithful who have been relaxed have clearly started to warn me.

Gulp, many worshipers swallowed the saliva.

"Mmmm."

It's embarrassing.

If I could be afraid of this atmosphere, it would go smoothly.

I scratched my cheek. The world cannot be unravelled by words and smiles. It's important to think positive.

“Well, maybe it's a good thing you didn't get stabbed. Great start!”

"......."

“The only reason I invited you is because I asked my assistant. It's hard to defeat the Horse Tower by myself... It's not like I can't summon the force I have. So it doesn't make much sense. It's only the Second Coming of Sword. ”

“…… What does that mean? ”

“It's not enough to show [winning]. ”

I clapped my hands.

“I'm more interested in you winning than I am in winning. ”

“What?"

“Assistant writer. ”

I looked back at the secondary author.

“The assistant writer said, You're not the protagonist of this story. ”

The backup writer is silent.

Again and again, I understood many things because I had the will to be conveyed through silence.

You shouldn't have just said that. There was that much weight in what the assistant writer said.

But...

“Why not? ”

“...... you. ”

“I'm not just talking to an assistant writer. ”

I looked around at the congregation again.

I told you.

“Forgotten constellations on the 50th floor. Constellations that may be weakened and lose their status. Please contact those constellations. Because you're a member of those constellations, I believe you have a means of communication. ”

The congregation saw me as suspicious.

I haven't done anything yet.

I felt fearful of prejudice, but smiled without it.

“Please collect [Your Quests]. I'll put it all together and help you all get to level 51! ”

"......."

The youngest is silent.

Behind your back, the assistant writer mutters incredibly.

“…… there. I'm sorry, have you ever heard of a suspicious smile? If you smile like that and say something like that, no one will think you're a black bastard who cares about his guts and his power and his life is like that of a fly. ”

That's a lot to say.

Raviel likes my smile.