SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

3.

Blood splattered.

- Big, huff!

The ‘gray spider’ indifferently lowered his body. If you look around, you see someone else trembling like a thorn bush.

Doesn't it look fun?

The ‘grey spider’ smiled.

- Fall?

- Hiic, ah… hiic…….

- Why did you fall?

The ‘grey spider’ waved his hand. It is quick. Someone is drawn to the "gray spider", as if by an invisible hand.

- Hee, hee!

- You said God. God shouldn't be shaken. It's trembling. It's not God. It looks human. Your hard-working factions will disappoint you.

Oh, I see.

The ‘gray spider’ leaned slightly to the left, as I had just remembered.

- You won't be disappointed. They're all dead.

- Please, help me! Help! Help me!

- Yeah, I like that. There is a moment when you don't get tired of hearing it, and there is a moment when people are begging for their lives because it's their time to die. You're gonna hear every word I say in your ear, aren't you? Will you let me live, or will you kill me? I'm sure he's trying his best to concentrate on what I'm saying.

The ‘gray spider’ tilted his head to the right this time.

- A little while ago.

Blood splattered.

- Aaahhhh!!

- Hey, your partner told me. You said there was a world of your gods. In our view, we should call it the Shinigami. I want to go there, but can't you just tell me how to get there in secret?

- Ugh, ugh...! Aah! Help me! Help me!

- He's crying like a baby.

The "Grey Witch" touched the tip of her nose in her hand.

- I'm telling you now.

-.............,.......

- Come on.

-Stage…. S, stage…… [Transfer] …….

My eyes were covered in white light.

Looking at the swarm of light wrapped like tentacles, the ‘gray spider’ laughed.

- Is that what this is?

That day, a world tower burned up.

The slaughter was easy. [Necromancer] was attacking a handful of warriors. With the exception of a few enemies, I was unable to write the error, nor was I proficient in magic.

The "Grey Witch" was frankly exhausted. It was boring. It must have been harder to destroy the five factions they ruled than [New Nation].

The ruling faction rebelled against us and destroyed the ruling faction.

Polpac.

I hear footsteps behind my back. You look back. There, a blond child looks back at you, backed up.

- Who?

- She's a mystery princess. Simply call her a princess.

- I didn't ask your name.

- Mm-hmm. Like a guide to those kids.

The princess raised her finger and pointed down the mountain. The city was on fire. It's an incandescent kiln. A magical wall of dirt encircles the outskirts of the city, and in it all life is burned.

- But they're all dead or worse. Well, there's nothing I can do.

The princess grinned.

From now on, you are the rulers of this tower!

-.......

- It's unexpected, but it's not out of specification. Especially not breaking the rules. You witches were rightfully on the 40th floor stage, and now the only survivors deserve to go up to the 50th floor.

The ‘Grey Spider’ was silent.

I was not embarrassed. It just took too much information to come in and process it all at once. In summarizing the information obtained during the slaughter of the [Divine Race], the information that the princess had just mentioned, the 'Gray Spider’ arrived at the realm with little difficulty.

- Hmm.

But I asked because there was a mystery that I didn't know by myself.

- Are there any factions serving other than us?

-Yeah.

- The whole stage thing, does everybody go up to the 50th floor like this? Let them serve as gods. Pour on the humble.

- Not necessarily. They all say that.

- So all the people on the 50th floor were treated like gods together?

- Yeah, at least until now.

Indeed.

A smile was raised from my mouth.

-Thank you.

- Why not?

The ‘grey spider’ replied.

- Just now, I have a reason not to die.

4.

As soon as I saw that they were enemies.

“All of them. It's been decades since we've been able to come to terms, but it's not hard enough that a kid on the 50th floor can't handle it now, is it? ”

“Too old to fight with my gut. Let's all give and take action with the sound of the war. ”

“I'm sorry, I can't do that. ”

Spiders swarm and exchange horses. The power was running on an accelerated timeline using errors. Even before the black cloak collapsed once, the spiders spoke, heard and heard numerous sentences.

“Why?”

“That guy, the king. They're listening to us right now. ”

I felt dozens of spiders casting magic at the same time in the north side of the city. In the east, a troop climbs over the wall. Maybe he's using a cloaking spell and then he's turning around to sneak up on me.

“Really? It means you're not a complete novice. I'm speeding up. ”

“Pull it up. He's chasing us with his eyes. ”

“More? ”

“More."

“Enough.”

“How about now? If we squeeze more batteries in here, some of us won't hear it. ”

“It's no use. We're still listening." ”

One of the spiders mutters coldly.

Perhaps that spider is temporarily in command. Although not the commander, it was clear that he was at least in charge of the tower.

“Plus, it's relaxing. Time flows faster than us. ”

“Eek, that's a lie. This is ridiculous! ”

“There's no movement. Stand still. You're just pretending to listen, aren't you? ”

“No. That's not standing still...."

Found it.

“ ……! I give command to the Marquis of Bones! ”

The tower shouts in a hurry. I threw away a piece of memory, hammered out the error, and shot it toward the location of the tower's voice.

Kuaaaaang!

The tower calls for a transfer of command and slashes the spot where she hides. It was a three-story residential balcony that nobody seemed to pay attention to.

"------."

The spiders held their breath for days, and my senses clearly caught on.

“Attention. I am the Marquis of Bones." ”

A dry voice mutters. He was a different figure from the spider who had just taken command of the tower. In the muttering tone, I felt the feeling of suppressing my anger against me.

“From now on, I'm in command. You'll never hear a whistle from spiders below your pay grade. ”

“…… damn it. Crazy.”

“Agreed.”

“Did Serena just fall in one shot!? ”

“I'm not dead. I don't know if this is good news. ”

“Oh, please. Don't tell me he's taking care of us. Suddenly I don't want to fight. ”

“Staging.”

“Idiots! Divide the pitch in two phases! Speed up, it doesn't matter if you know more than you know! The rest of the order is for each commander to relay back to his unit! ”

“Ready.”

“Hire. And the optimists get ready for the bombing. ”

“Speed up! More! More! ”

“I'm not in the middle of anything! Be nervous!”

“No, wait a minute. Hold on, everyone. A few moments ago, the blow was from..."

Found it.

“......!? "

The first tower gave command to the spider as far away from me as possible. That way he could have survived a little longer.

But that's why the numbers were read.

I focused my nerves on the north side of the city as soon as I took down the tower. Of course, he pretended to be a commander by saying, "I can't make a sound," or "get ready to bomb."

It was a wake.

The protagonist of the parched voice was not [Marquis of Bones]. No, maybe [Marquis of Bones], but at least he wasn't a commander.

A true commander briefly instructs [Agree], [Stage], and [Prepare] a little while ago.

He purposely pretended to be in command of the spider, and the real commander spit out a password-like phrase and gave the command. It was a fairly elaborate facade. It must have been agreed upon between them before the battle began.

I wasn't fooled.

“Warning!”

I shrugged.

I swung it.

A shot is fired. Harder this time. The sliced sword cut through the sky shredded the city's northern wall and cut down some horse spiders that were lurking inside the walls. Just before he becomes incapacitated. She chooses to shout for her colleagues instead of maneuvering with the same hope.

“Target, kill level! Warning! Target----."

And the sound was cut off.

"......."

The cobwebs are silent.

Wood Duck.

Someone sharpened his teeth. Tsk, the sound of kicking my tongue rang, and the sound of spitting slipped. But no one uttered a sentence.

No one.

Thousands of honest men kept their mouths shut just as excited to disperse my nerves as if it were a lie.

“That's a good choice. ”

Even then, the workshop continued.

“If I had a commander, I'd only be shot. It would be better if each of you played separately and attacked me. Well, even if it means that thousands of people have gathered together, ”

“But I was wrong to say that I was fattened up. ”

A magical bomb fired from the spiders from the north struck me. Bam! Bam! I watched as blue linen falls, stepping on one foot, one foot and avoiding the other.

“I'm taller than a dog. ”

A band of fighters circled the outskirts of the city came after me.

Twenty-four men, specialized in assassinations, mask the lower half of their faces. They swing their swords. Simultaneous coalition. Though it did not reach the true nature of the law, it was almost perfect.

“Too bad.”

I moved the sword with respect to them.

“If it had been me before I went up to the 40th floor, I would have died from this. ”

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The most formal.

Asayugum 38907; Job Title.

I was confused around the clock. Ghost-like touches rise out of my shadow. The hands grabbed their wrists, ankles, necks, and three throats and threw them to the ground. “Cough!" “Cough!” The sound of the spiders' breathing was blocked.

“I've heard a lot about you. ”

The touch of the shadow did not stop there. Hundreds of handgestures spread everywhere. They climbed up the exterior walls of the building and infiltrated the windows. “Ah," "Khh!?” "I can't believe..." The spiders in the building have been ambushing us all this time, killing us.

“Witches.”

There was fire everywhere.

“A common stage for any world to reach the 50th floor. That is, the task of becoming a god and ruling each species. You are a species originally from the world on the 40th floor... In short, it was the dominant faction that led to the Hunters. ”

“Wrong!”

One spider who had entered my circle cried out. He was strong enough to repel the five strokes of his hand from the shadows.

“We misjudged you! He dragged the constellations in, not because we need their power to win! On the contrary, trying to get us involved, then, damn it! Since we care about each other, we are limited in our attack range……! ”

“But the hunters who ruled you made a mistake. ”

Puck.

The fifth workshop did not lead to the sixth. Her hand strikes her on the back. The spider faints and falls into a deep sleep with blood flow.

“Fuck! Does this mean silence?! ”

“I've taken you as a scapegoat. I take good care of the Five. Instead, the Witches turn all races into haters, so they receive wrath and rebuke from the gods instead. ”

“That's right! You can't keep your mouth shut! ”

“Push it with your head! ”

“That might have been a good strategy. But I didn't really consider the possibility that you would become stronger and stronger and eventually annihilate the five factions and annihilate all the God-fearing hunters. ”

“It's a monster...."

“Bomb! Bomb! Bombardment first. Charge! ”

“Optimist!”

The webs rattle. The spiders spit out a single word, and I mutter five. It was the same that it was placed on the accelerated timeline, but there was an insurmountable turbulence between them and me.

“Get rid of that maniac! ”

Here's what happened next:

The optimist, who literally fell from heaven. He fell from high above with special magic all over his body. I didn't know if it was a suicide attack or not.

I don't know, so I decided to take care of it first.

“What--."

I hit the ground, blaming it, and immediately jumped overhead. Spiders who had just seen the fall from the sky met my eyes. It was close enough to see the progress of the eyebrows shaking. I fainted touching the forehead of the spider that was falling first.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The third formula: .

Drowned bayonet gum.

Seven in total. I swallowed the troops of optimism with a turbulence of error. It was their mistake to embarrass the leader for even a second. Optimists fell unconscious.

“Always consider the possibilities. ”

I jumped to the ground first. Ta-da! I caught one of the fallen optimists one by one and put them gently to the ground. Those who were already unconscious groan like nightmares.

“The possibility that someone who thought it was nothing might actually be stronger than themselves. ”

I had my hands tucked, tucked, and plucked.

“Isn't that right? Gentlemen?”

“You're just making the same mistake. That's how we all make mistakes, learn from each other, and fix our flaws whenever possible. I think that's what life should be like. I'm sure we can help each other. ”

There are hundreds of flames around me.

Hands shaped by error were overflowing.

“…… the Four Kings……."

It seemed like someone was muttering.

“No, it's the King of the Weed...."

Mmm-hmm.

I smiled beautifully.

"That's, uh, incitement and fabrication? ”