3.
What happened was, in a way, simple.
The furious one is furious. The one who wanted to forgive was forgiven. The silent person who said he had no shame to say anything about the world was a little darker.
“... This sucks. ”
And [Assistant Writer] muttered profanity.
In front of the drawbridge, a grey spider was still kneeling. Keeping his forehead on the ground. Above his body, the demigods hurled rotten fruit or debris. What they threw was also a vomit of emotion.
Puck.
A black mass slammed against the back of the gray spider and slipped.
“Ah."
[Assistant] narrows his eyes and opens his lips. The end of her gaze, a sharp dagger crosses the air.
“Wait, is that...”
But the Dagger was flying, Tearing! I bounced out with a clear sound. I shot and dropped an error like a checkered egg.
The dagger was plunged, powerlessly, into the ground four meters away from the gray spider.
“Tsk!"
In a crowd of thousands, someone kicked out their tongue.
[Assistant] must have heard it, too.
“Hey, you! What are you doing...?"
“Don't stop me. ”
Commander Mahos grabs [Assistant] 's forearm and stops.
“If you stop it, you'll only get angrier. I have dealt with the battlefield many times and I know it as an experience. ”
The assistants look at such a Mahjong commander, then look at me.
I didn't say anything. Even before dropping the dagger, even after dropping it, I was just watching her with my arms closed.
Although no one but me would know, it was also the posture that the messenger was taking right next to me.
The assistants look back at the Mahos military commander when I'm not responding. Her glasses flare up on the heels of the station.
“No, but how can you hit someone who surrendered? If you've dealt with the battlefield, you know the basics!? ”
Commander Mahos does not blink an eye.
“Have you kept the basics to yourself? ”
The assistants grip their teeth.
“From now on, you were the one who put the Hamustra brothers in prison. You were tortured until the Four Kings rescued you. ”
"......."
“Even the world you grew up in has become a colony ruled by a tower. I don't think the Horse Tower has ruled the colonies wiser than the 50th floor. ”
A thousand years old.
The hatred that the tower had built up was deep and profound.
“The tower was unwise. So act wiser, Assistant. You are climbing the tower on behalf of your world. If you have the time to feel sorry for the world's enemies, you should at least be prepared to attack the next store--”
“Thank you.”
The assistant says you have a low, cold voice.
“You're telling me this because you think of me. So thank you.... And I have something else to tell you. ”
“Well, I'm glad you appreciate that. So, Assistant Editor, I have a better suggestion, if you don't have a member to go to the 51st floor, come with me......"
“Fuck you.”
Commander Mahos is silent.
After speaking, the assistant opens her eyes wide. Glasses were also frozen along.
After a while, she thumps her arms.
“No... I didn't tell you to go fuck yourself about the... company, so don't get me wrong. More importantly, um, why are you making such an offer now... Oh, thank you! Hold still!... fuck.”
The assist operator clears his throat several times. Then he bids farewell to the commander of the Mahos army and turns away.
I started walking.
The assistants stand in front of the gray spider, and more precisely, in front of the crowd surrounding the gray spider.
“You bastards, don't do anything worse! ”
Auxiliary writer said.
5.
Immediately, the crowd revealed this.
“What the hell!”
“Isn't that the assistant? You're an assistant, right?”
“That bastard who always gets grammatically wrong? ”
“Why did the Hamster Boy Apostle suddenly show up? Did you find anything that suggests you helped plan for the subjugation of the Horse Tower? ”
“Everyone shut up! ”
With a loud voice that won't let the crowd roar, the assistant operator shouts.
And immediately, he said,
“One thing. I'll see you later if I say grammatically wrong. It's unacceptable for such distorted information to spread. But there's something more unacceptable... You bastards, aren't you ashamed? ”
The assistant raises her voice.
“If you want revenge, make your own plan and gather your strength to get revenge! If you want to feel bad, feel bad for those things you hunted yourself! ”
The assistant sees the fallen gray spider and all the rubbish lying around it and grinds its teeth.
“But what is this? If you hunted the steeple, the witches, the gray spiders yourself, you wouldn't have to do anything, would you? What the hell are you doing to other people's prey? ”
There was a silent crowd.
It means there was a little. Except a little, the vast majority of the crowd blushed their faces. One of them wore a mask and didn't show his face, someone blushed it.
The Masked Warrior takes a step forward carrying a giant window that looks like the dragon's horn has been ripped out.
“Well done, Assistant Writer. ”
The Mask Warrior speaks in a loud voice.
“You're amazing. You're a warrior! You just sat there saying all the right words and saying all the right things. Now that we're ashamed to run around looking for a rat hole, this is perfect. I'm just pissed off. Haha. Is this because I'm a headache? ”
“Yes.”
“No, don't be so bold... Just like that, you can't even see the unacceptable, can you? ”
Mask warriors, bang! I slapped the floor with the tip of the spear.
“A thousand years. For thousands of years, the tower has ruled these 50 floors! The pressure is getting stronger, and these 50 floors, and the towers reaching the 50th floor, have been sucked into the roots of the tower! ”
All around, "Yes! ’The word popped out.
“Assistant author. Don't you see that pain and pain in your eyes? ”
“Yes!”
“People who had to go through alleyways with their breath hidden from the tower! Those witches who lost their families and more precious things and had to die! You can't see them, you can't feel them! ”
"Yes! Yes! ”
“Assistant author. You say the right thing, but it's only because you have the power to say the right thing! People with no such power! The weak don't even think about doing it at a moment like this, just keep their mouths shut and act like they don't exist! ”
“Yes! Yes! That's right!”
“To be so gagged in the mouths of such weak victims! That is so unfair and cruel! ”
“Yes! Yes! That's right! That's right! ”
Every time the Masked Warrior's work continued, there was a fiery cheer. Normal hunters who had never participated in the semi-management also raised their voices. "Wooooo!” The square turns into a frenzied crucible.
And the assistants put cold water on the crucible.
“Thank you very much for listening to that extra piece of shit. ”
The Masked Warriors pause. The crowd shudders.
Above that static, the assistant walks slowly.
Standing in front of the Masked Warrior, I look directly at the two holes in the mask.
“Know this, asshole. ”
The assistant mutters as she raises her head, squeezing her lower back like a kitten, bringing her face closer to the mask of a masked warrior.
“Even if you were 10 times, 100 times stronger than now, even if you were as strong as all the towers put together, I would be standing in front of you like this, and I would say you made a fucking noise. ”
The assistant says with her fingertips, keeping pressure on the warrior's nose.
“That's why I was dragged to the tower. ”
The mask of the Mask Warrior rises red. "Hot pair,” the assistants snap their fingers with a blurry face to see if it's accompanied by a physical heat.
The Masked Warrior speaks in a voice similar to the seething magma that flows down the mountain.
“No. You were dragged away because Hamustra suddenly disappeared. The back of my stomach is gone, my strength is weak! It's still the same now.Now that I have the rear belly of the king or whatever... ”
“Oh, and I'll add one more thing. ”
In fact, two words, you muttered, "How are you wearing that mask? It's hot." The assistant licks the tip of her feverish finger.
“Even if you're 1,000, 10,000 times stronger than you are now, Even if you were strong enough to multiply the horsepower, you'd just be a disposable extra to show how strong the protagonist is."
The Mask Warrior shuts up.
The assistants take their eyes off the Mask Warrior. You follow your eyes to the crowd surrounded by sharpened glasses.
“Let's not embarrass ourselves. ”
If the Mask Warrior spoke more, the Assistant said the opposite. The voice gradually decreased.
“You guys, it's Hunters. ”
It was an absurd voice.
“Aren't they the ones who decided to climb the tower on their feet because they wanted to go to a place bigger than where you were born and raised? ”
A gradually diminished voice turned into Han Tan-jo.
“I did. Some come up because there's nowhere else to go, and some come up because they represent the world like a timing deadbeat, but I don't know how big they are. I always knew it was just me, only me. ”
Maybe that's why he believed in a guy like the enema, even though he believed in the constellation. The assistant muttered, "People tend to be attracted to the resemblance."
She said.
“I'm here to write my story. ”
Glasses sagging along the eyes sweep across the crowd.
“Aren't you? ”
The assistant's gaze comes back to me after scouring the crowd.
In his gaze, there was a sunset in his heart, when repentance, not anger, was emitted to the enemy to recall the conversation he had one day.
Looking back at the gray spider, the assistant said.
“Does this look like what the protagonists would do? ”
Once.
The messenger mutters, shouting, "I'm not the hero of this story anyway."
“You're not.”
"......."
“Now, let's be heroes. ”
And...
There was an echo to that.
“Well said. ”
It was the voice of the Church of Swordsmanship.
The Swordsmanship must have been more brutal by the Horse Tower than anyone else. But they didn't even give the eyes to the witches in the first precinct of the tower who were standing still on the bridge of glass. The same was true of the fallen gray spider.
The Church of Swordsmanship walks and stands by its assistant.
“You're right. ”
“That's also true. There will be a lot of people who feel like hitting, and to be honest, so do I. ”
“But... But you're right. ”
The Church of Swordsmanship all turned together.
The swordsmen next to the assistants folded their arms and said,
“Without the tetrarch, this hunt would not have succeeded. ”
“It would be unethical for us to stay here as long as we do so. ”
“That's what he would have said. ”
The crowd shudders.
- Hmm.
The messenger said:
- Well, after 150 years, you've grown quite a bit.
That was the beginning.
“I'm thinking the same thing! This isn't fair! ”
The only clown who killed me on this 50th floor walked out and stood next to the assistants and swordsmen.
“Dammit... I'm sorry. ”
A berserker with a tongue followed. Paparacho and the rest of the semi-magic elite followed.
Finally, the commander of the Mahos army walked in and turned it into a corner of the fence for people blocking the gray spiders and crowds.
The assistant looks a little clumsy.
“Why are you here? You told me to be smart.”
“Victory is here. Although Mahjoss is known for his legitimate fights and winning fights, he actually prefers legitimate fights to win. ”
“You know what? You're a piece of shit and a piece of shit. ”
“But a scumbag who fights well. ”
“Yes. So I'm going to accept your offer. 51st floor, come with me. ”
“It's an honor.”
The stronger the fence, the slower the heat of the crowd subsides. But it wasn't scattered, it was literally sunk and piled up. Like steam under a pressure cooker.
The Mask Warrior explodes.
“Dammit! You guys are talking nonsense! So those victims who can't get revenge on their own will live with their lips closed for the rest of their lives? ”
“I never said that. I'm one of the victims right now. ”
One of the swordsmen said:
I raised my head.
“You there. Representative of the Tower.”
The Horse Tower spokesman, who was watching the situation with a small face, hiccupped.
“Yes!? ”
“You killed my priest. ”
Anger is hot, but also cold.
The wrath of the swordsman was cold, not because he was feverish, but because he was full of rage.
“He was talented and lighthearted, so he had an easy life, but he didn't die easy. Nearly ten days later, his whole body was crushed to death in a glass tube. ”
A spokesman in the tower mutters, avoiding his gaze.
“Ha, ha... Hmm. That's a shame... I'm sorry. Huh... But why are you saying that now...? ”
“Wash your neck and wait. ”
“Yes?”
“When I'm ready, I'll go to the pose system. To challenge you to a duel.... I hope it's okay, my king? ”
Mmm-hmm.
Yes, it is.
It was only then that I opened my mouth.
“A. Who and how do I stop a righteous duel?" ”
I smiled humbly.
“I'd stop an invasion with an army, but a duel. I don't deserve to stop it.... but if you die in a duel like that, how can I do the same? ”
“Of course it is. How can someone who's not prepared to die stand up and kill someone? ”
The swordsman nods and looks at the Horse Tower spokesman.
"Wait."
“…… ha."
A spokesman at the Horse Tower has changed his teeth.
“Oh, man. I was shallow, too.You think you can win if you fight one-on-one? I can assure you that's a mistake. I can't believe the priests and the executioners died in pairs with the same person. Yes! Just like that, I'll build you a ramp! Surprisingly dead! ”
“You can do that. Then my apprentice. The disciple will come for you again. Until the day my veins are cut or you die. ”
“No shit... Oh, don't do that. Peace! No war! Blood begets blood and revenge begets vengeance. Can't you just forget about it and forgive me? ”
“I'm sorry.”
The swordsman smiled, revealing his teeth.
“I'm not strong enough. ”
The Horse Tower spokesman hiccups.
4.
And also, that was the beginning.
5.
The Witches of the Tower each received a [Statement of Settlement] for years.
Some did not receive any, but most of them groaned over 107 arenas, such as spokesmen.
“No shit. This is all because you took the time to speak for me. That's how attracted Aggro is to me. Hey, other branch chiefs. If you have a conscience, you have to share it. But did you guys have a conscience? Oh no... Damn bastards... ”
After seeing that spokesman, Charumu, who had escaped with me, wiped out his heart.
“Phew... I'm just glad I'm so deep in cleaning..." This is a big picture.... ”
“Be careful, Mr. Charumu. ”
I gave her advice while shrugging her shoulders.
“After all, you can't run away from the life you've lived. ”
“What is it? What the hell... This strange realization that I feel in Mr. Gong's words.... ”
That's how the whole day went.
Cough!
The last spire falls on the 50th floor.
[‘The Whip of the Philosopher’ is released from the Seal.]
The pillar that was holding the spire in the center collapses in the distance. From afar, it was iron that looked like a bamboo pole. The iron shattered like glass as soon as it hit the ground.
“Ugh…?"
In the broken column, the red-haired woman opens her eyes.
“This place...? ”
“Sister!”
[Berserker] rushes to the supersonic speed. Kwaaang! I heard a sound that shouldn't be common sense when humans and humans collide, but fortunately, one of them was a constellation, not a human.
The red-headed constellation grabs [Berserker] lightly.
“Oh. Oh...? ”
“Sister! My constellation! Oops, sorry I'm late! Sorry I'm late! I told you to wait 3 years! 300 years have passed! I'm a stupid, crazy piece of shit! I should have died! I should have died, but I didn't! Coward! Hehe, sorry! ”
The sealed constellations were freed from the Horse Tower.
“Ah…. This stupid magnetism, yeah. You must be my apostle... ”
The red-headed constellation patted [Berserker] 's back.
[Berserker] buries his face to the god he so desperately wanted to reunite with, “Wahhhh," and shed tears, "Ahhhh!” Snot. “Ugh!” At last, I wept aloud for saliva.
"Yes…"
You slap [Berserker] 's cheek with the face of the red-headed constellation.
“It's fucking dirty, so just do it... ”
“Thank you, king! ”
[Berserker] told me with his cheeks as red as the head of the god he serves.
“Thanks to you! I wouldn't have been able to see my sister again without you! Thank you, heh, I thought you were a fucking asshole, but you're a good son of a bitch! ”
“Oh my God."
I put the sword in the sheath.
I'm not fully healed yet, so I cut off a column in the spire, but my shoulders are still sore.
“Is that all you know how to write? ”
“Well, he's cute! ”
Mmm-hmm.
I admit that.