SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

1.

I don't think I've ever had a cool breeze in my life.

In the fall, the fragrance of the maple leaf came. There was no scent. Spring was fresh, and in summer it was damp. Alive, disgusting in every way.

The ‘Grey Spider’ wanted to die in the fall.

- Witches.

Who gave it that name?

Witches did not mean magicians who practice magic. In the language of the world here, Niglus-Kukulu, Ma, possessed all sorts of disgust and contempt nuances. Abandoned, blasphemed, 23rd, cursed.

Female did not only mean gender. In the beginning, there were more than four genders. The dichotomy of men and women was not accepted. Mirgal. [grey] if you can find the proper translation. While red, blue, green and triangle dominate the world, [grey] only inherited seeds of other genders to produce offspring.

[Cursed Gray Race].

Witches.

It was autumn when the ‘gray spider’ was born.

- Poor thing.

Maybe she didn't know what she was talking about.

- Why in the world were you born...?

The mother did not recognize the value of the newborn child. The child will understand everything the mother is mumbling right now. The child is naturally blessed and remembers everything he sees and hears. I've heard a lot since I was born and felt a lot.

She gave birth to a genius, but didn't even know it.

- Poor thing……

A handful of water.

A little blood.

The gaze that looks down at you and the hand that gives you the forehead. A sympathy disguised as love, a mind imitated as comfort, a death disguised as life. Smell. The smell of my mother.

Autumn smell.

- Why in a place like this...?

I hated the world of grey spiders.

2.

- I don't feel much for the elders.

The messenger said:

- Emotion is an act. Zombies. Just a lot of times they don't come out, that's what they do. Don't you just feel what you feel? Well? That's what they do for a living. I'm not.

The messenger crosses his arms.

- It's entirely my decision not to care about the elders. If you had suggested climbing the tower with me, he would have followed me. Friends may have become friends. But I decided not to. Not just the Elders! I didn't make a single ally.

I asked him why he did it.

- There's only so many people in the world who don't even have a chance to get a partner.

The messenger raises the steeple.

- Friends are luck, even lovers are coincidences. Kim Zombie. It's all thanks to luck that you've made so many friends, made friends, served your master, and met someone you love. It's a miracle you were born with all your hard work.

Duck.

You take the last step out of the cave.

- Don't think that kind of luck is allowed to anyone.

I followed the spire that the messenger was already looking at.

- I have a life with no one around. Some people just don't get lucky until they're dead. There are countless lives that can only be expected and betrayed. Give up on those bastards. Give up. There's no more reason to live. There's no more reason to go higher than now.

The tower was a building that matched the modifier "Silla."

A building is a node for the world to live in. There are doors and windows, so you can go out into the world and have a peek outside.

However, the tower does not leave the door open. From top to bottom, only black. Black that swallows even sunlight, not black that reflects the sun.

That's why the tower resembles the body, not the building. With the will to reject the world, not the extension of the world, a finger-like tower was spreading from the earth to the sky.

- I wanted to show them.

With that finger, I looked up.

- You don't need a partner.

I counted candles in my heart.

- I don't want you to meet the love of your life.

23 seconds, 22 seconds, 21 seconds….

- It's still good, even if fate doesn't grant you luck.

18 seconds.

- Nevertheless, you can still go up.

15 seconds.

I am the sword. I climbed to the top of the world alone. What did I come up with? Not for the man in front of you. Not for those who have lived in this age with me. Fuck all of you!

Five seconds.

- The one I don't have. No one. To show you right away, I climbed the tower to [prove] you! No one ever meant anything to you.

One second.

- You've already meant something to me.

Beep beep.

There was a noise in my head. Someone was about to shoot a whistle. It was a steeple.

Just looking at it for more than 23 seconds, it reacts in the tower. It's a system. Don't look at us, don't look at us, don't you dare hand it over. In a timeline that had been eaten away by regression, I used this random rule.

Ah, ah. Microphone test. Microphone test. Who are you looking at?

As expected, the spokesman for the Tower sends a tone.

Keep your eyes peeled when you say a good word. We've been under a lot of stress lately. I don't have time to play with psychopaths. Stirring, of course, likes crazy people and torturing them, but luckily we're busy... Huh? What? "

Suddenly, the sound of falling asleep becomes sharper.

You're with the assistant writer, right? Hey, fuck, that son of a bitch escaped!

Peek! Peek!

The sound wavelength of the alarm was roughened. As the Horse Tower spokesman said, there was an aide standing next to me.

The one who looked up at the steepleg.I wasn't the only one who broke the 23-second taboo. The assistants also stared at the steeple as soon as they left the cave with me.

You, Nuan, are dead! Where do you think you're getting your head kicked in? What about being with the writer's son? Are you the Four Kings or something? Have you seen these bastards? Hey, knee socks! Go and report to the spiders now!

In addition.

It wasn't just us.

......?

Beep, beep, beep!

...... What? Crazy isn't the only one?

The sound wavelength echoes once again. At first, the spokesperson who sent a voice to one of me sent a simultaneous voice to the assistant writer, then someone somewhere.

"Come on, these guys are crazy as a group, right? All right. Ha, this is fun! I've already prepared a punitive force for you to come out like this!

Beep beep.

I even called the colonial garrison that used to work in the other tower! Haha! Have you ever heard of the 'Marquis of Bones Thorns’? It's been 300 years since I've been called to the headquarters, and I'm very committed! Realize how many microvessels you have in your body....

Peek-a-boo.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

I'll do it for you! What the fuck? What is it, really? Hey! I'm so determined... Well, that's not it. Uh, here's the good news. The last few days, our elite troops have been summoning the inner circle. It's been centuries since this army has been assembled! Ah-ha-ha! Great! Take a look! I've been informed that the optimists are ready to enter the contest.

Peek-a-boo!

Beep, beep, beep!

C…….

Beep, beep, beep, beep! Beep!

Peek-a-boo.

Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep, beep, beep!

..... …….

Dozens.

Eh…….

Hundreds.

"Son,"

Thousands.

"Summon the Elder! NOW!!"

All those who have decided to join us.

The refugees who walked out of the cave through dozens of different entrances, hunters holding their glasses without saying a word at the haystack, walked the streets and bargained with mattress merchants as usual.

[The incarnation of love and passion declares war on the tower.]

[The last remaining sword in the wilderness declares war on the Horse Tower.]

[A lone deliverer declares war on the tower.]

[The eyes of the maze declare war on the tower.]

[The ringing of the dead bells declares war on the tower.]

[An Eternal Plain Horse Declares War on the Horse Tower.]

I raised the sword of the Dragon Gate.

Power that you didn't even want to look at.

A horse's nest set up on the 50th floor for an eternity.

Our declaration of war began with looking at it.

- So I have no regrets.

The messenger smiles.

- I lived what I wanted to. I showed it to my unfortunate son, who will be born many times over. Climb! There is no one with you now. But it's just a coincidence. Raise your stop to die by accident, like I did. Up, up! Up! Up!

The spokesman no longer spoke to me.

I hear chaos and chaos.

- Well, if you care about the humans in my life that I don't care about.

And...

- You take care of them. Kim Gong-ja.

Yuck, yuck, yuck!

It was a scream.

It was a noise that refused to be sound. You groan. Iron scrapes the iron, five spires vibrate together, and five fingers raise their fingernails to tear the dark sky apart.

It was like my whole body was bitten off.

“[Wailing of Tower]. ”

The assistant mutters.

It's been hundreds of years, she swallowed a saliva.

“…… when one tower cries [laughs]. A warning that sounds when power is required to subdue a city. When two towers cry [Kick]. That's enough power to take down a stage. The three towers ring only when you subdue one other world. When the four towers ring, it means it's time to bow down to the world of vengeance. ”

“All five towers are ringing. For now.”

“Yes.”

The assistant nods.

“[It doesn't matter what you are. Die. I will destroy you.] ”

Shadow covers the top of the five towers.

Did someone throw a rock at the sky? The waves spread to the gruesome sky. However, the wave was black and black, so the 50-story clouds, some sunlight that had leaked out, all swallowed up.

- Good.

One, two, something falls from the overturned shadow.

- There are times when war is hungry.

Black meteor shower.

- Our horses aren't stuffed enough to let starving babies cry. Cry if you want to cry. Do what you want.

Every single meteor that fell was an inch. Wizards, witches, and spiders pour down their bodies in black cloaks.

I realized that the shadow that covered the sky was a huge summoning party.

The steeple was also prepared to be summoned, knowing that it had been delivered.

- This could be a day for you in a thousand years.

Kuang!

Witches with meteors fell in the middle of the city. Kuang! The sidewalk tavern has been destroyed. A shabby shack was broken. Kuang! Kuang! Countless meteor showers destroyed the streets. Screams echo.

Dust rises throughout the city.

- But for us, it's just another day of a thousand years.

Boom.

Black spiders come out of the dust.

Some had supplies in their left hand. Some people laughed as they played with someone's severed arm like a thug, thug, or basketball. You hear neither scream nor groan on the other side of the dirt spider's path.

It's just the noise of the building collapsing.

“The Four Kings? ”

Spiders mutter.

“Is the name of our prey really the Four Kings? I can't even feel the tower. ”

“It always has been. ”

“Always will be. ”

Spiders are separated from each other.

Someone broke the west gate of the city. Someone's at a bar up north. Another one is a statue from Central Plaza. The farthest ones were literally between the cities.

But they talk as if they were gathering next to a ringworm.

“Maybe it's a better nickname. Maybe the translation is wrong. Who knows if it's an afterlife sickle, a ghost priest, or a more plausible name? ”

“You must be mistaken for something worse. ”

“Thank you. It's good to see you. It's been 90 years, and I'm glad you're so unlucky. ”

“I used to be famous for calming the hearts of the people I was with. ”

“I hate to admit it, but I'll tell you. I've missed your bullshit! ”

“Because you're actually a dog. ”

“I feel like I'm back home now. ”

They exchanged notes with each other as if it were natural.

I didn't care about the street. A city's spacing was meaningless.

The orders they made were headed somewhere across the city. Again, the snarling spider shoots an error at another ally. My senses clearly felt the error of thousands of spiders exchanging.

If you look down from the sky, Like.

“You look like a spider web. ”

It was the moment I mentioned.

The cobwebs that covered the city stopped.

I could feel his eyes.

I could feel the eyes.

-----Are you the Four Kings? ------

One by one, thousands of clenched tongues whisper.

Someone's lips moved. The error has passed. It was, in other words, the violence of numbers. It wasn't that hostile. It wasn't exactly cursed. Just that thousands of spiders were gathering their mouths and saying, I shook my head for days.

‘Yes.'

There's blood in my head.

‘These are the men against whom the sword is fought. ’

The heart pumped the blood.

‘Rulers of the city. ’

I grabbed the knife sack. The shimmering, no, [Goddess of Protection] whistle vibrates. Whether or not one butterfly commits suicide to spider silk is decided only by the wings of the butterfly.

“Good to see you. ”

I smiled.

“I am the tetrarch. Behind the sword."

At that moment, thousands of spiders came upon us.