SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

1.

[Congratulations.]

This is your constellation.]

[You are the sole believer in:]

I think I was dreaming.

Someone else's dream, not mine.

-.......

The dream was long and short, so my time was flowing. It was as if I was standing in the middle of a stream, and a stream twisting to the right and left of my waist seemed to flow at different speeds.

Time-consuming sensation.

- Mmm-hmm.

Tick, tick.

It's been a day.

Or, it felt like a day had passed.

- I think this is fucked up.

"Yes?"

- No, it doesn't matter now. I'm under the power, too. For example, if I say something now, you're gonna distort your memory, which is surprising, but also distorting me.

‘…… what are you talking about? ’

- It tells a very natural truth about life, which is often useless. Zombies, telling me you've been moved from physical to temporal.

What are you talking about?

- What do we do with this?

The messenger mutters indiscriminately.

- There are so many ways to cope with just distorting a memory. It's probably "World Manipulation." There are a lot of perverts on the 60th floor. I hate to see why you're such a pervert, but it's worth it. Kim Zombie, this bastard has enough talent to make Samran's perverts drool and drool.

‘…… So what are you really saying? ’

- What do we do?

The messenger's eyes are silent.

Ignoring my question, the messenger was immersed in his own world.

- What am I supposed to do about this stinking star?

At that moment.

“Sir?”

A voice so familiar that it gently grabbed my ears. As his voice guides him, he naturally turns his head, his head tilting [unclear].

“Something on your mind...? ”

“Ah."

Nervous face. Nervous eyes.

All of the boy's expressions and eyes, even his very existence, were shaking like candles.

I wanted to protect that wretched thing.

“It's nothing. It's just..."

- Hey, don't ever talk about me. Let's test where it's going.

“…… but I'm just confused. ”

I had a bad mouth. That I had to lie to this innocent boy, that I had to hide something from him as my [only constellation] and [only God], gave me an unimaginable guilt.

“Hmph.”

The boy smiled.

“Really? You have a lot on your mind. ”

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“I think thinking a lot is evidence of a kind person. I am.”

Saying so, the boy leaned his head against my forearm. A nice scent wrapped around the end of my nose. For some reason, it was my favorite scent…… not here, but somewhere, from someone else, a purdy blue scent.

- Mmm-hmm.

Enjoying a happy moment, the messenger spoke to me in a few days.

- I think this is fucked up.

"Yes?"

- No, it doesn't matter now. I'm under the power, too. For example, if I say something now, you're gonna distort your memory, which is surprising, but also distorting me.

‘…… what are you talking about? ’

- Is that the first thing you heard me say?

What are you talking about?

‘I knew you weren't supposed to be normal, but I've never been more weird than you are today. Would you like to see Mr. Grey Spider? Sword man, loneliness is an incurable disease. ’

- All right, fuck. Very good.

The messenger flinches.

- You don't know what I said, but you have the ability to erase whatever's interfering with your powers. It must be a star of the 5th grade.

"......?"

- Oh, please, I need a facial expression. If it wasn't for Hunter, we'd probably be playing actors. If I ask you for a little miracle that no matter what I say, you won't show your face, does that mean I expect too much from you? Do I have too much expectations for the world?

‘... I feel bad about something, but I'll give you a miracle first. ’

- Thank you.

Tick, tick.

It's been a day.

“I finally got rid of the Blood Bridge. Confucius!”

The boy was pleased.

“I can't believe the Kwangma Bridge, the White Mara Bridge, and the Shinma Bridge were connected to the Hematoma Bridge in the back! And as the leader of your forces, there was a final boss called the Heavenly Horse hiding! I can't forgive you! ”

“Because to you, a job title is more than just a name. You really can't forgive him, can you? ”

Yes, it is.

I am traveling on the 61st floor with the boy.

Already, I feel like I've been gone for a week.

“How dare you use the name of the martial arts in four places and even the name of the thousand horses? You cruel bastards!”

All this time, we've been fighting false bridges.

You defeated Blood and destroyed the cult that kidnapped the boy. I learned many things while rescuing the boy. He's a lost star. That the believers who believe in themselves are in danger of extinction, even if they don't have a single soul.

I will be your disciple.

That's what I said.

The boy cried in my arms. You want to be my constellation, too. I'm going to create a quest just for you, even though I don't have any strength. So let's stay together until the day we get to the 100th floor.

We made a promise to each other in our lifetime together.

Obviously, it was.

One hunter and one constellation.

This is our story.

- Huh.

I smiled joyfully for some reason.

That's why the five-star star Hamustra is in charge of the beginner stage. Same pervert, but at least he doesn't see the world as his own. In fact, of course, there is no constellation to meet this constellation. Think about it. If you weren't so talented, you'd leave a kid like Hamustra with a tour of the Newbies.

That's a lot of local news.

“Here! Duke, let's go! ”

The boy folds his arms and smiles brightly.

“This is a quest to defeat the White Martians! My one and only believer! ”

I smiled.

“Yes, let's go right away. My God."

- I'm just asking. If I were to say that the exchange you two just had seemed very Eva Tuna to me, would this also lead to world censorship?

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What did you just say? ’

- It's catching. Look how childish he is.

We continued our journey.

The White Horsemen were outlaws.

Every month, the White March Church went down to the twelve colonized worlds and gathered 300 children. It was a human sacrifice. They sacrificed their lives and built an inner sanctuary, and they called it the Magic Cube.

I was furious.

Because it is an unacceptable evil by the Four Kings.

Tick, tick.

One day passed.

The Four Kings did not hesitate to endure false martyrs. On the basis of the Four Kings, they were so clearly evil. The user didn't need to consider the opposing Pokémon's circumstances. I didn't need to measure the past. I didn't even have to understand my heart. Thoughtless, simply, swing the sword.

Tick, tick.

One day passed.

A fight where you don't have to give in to yourself. How delightful is a good fight without accepting others? How joyful. How happy. Maybe the Four Kings have just been thirsty for a long time, just forgetting themselves and fighting.

Tick, tick.

One day passed.

- Okay, if you're being immature, I'm being immature.

Every day, I heard a ticking sound somewhere. It was just the sound of a sudden lapse in oblivion. It sounded like the clock was ticking, and it sounded like someone was ticking the typewriter by moving their fingers freely.

- I don't expect much from you. Zombies.

It's like playing a piano keyboard.

- But do one thing for me.

‘Ah, what else? ’

- I'll recite a sentence to you every morning. Just don't forget these sentences. Don't worry, it's not a sentence that threatens your sweet god. It's not a world-shattering sentence, and it's just a sentence that I don't know what it means.

‘…… In short, it's nonsense. ’

Bullshit.

The messenger smiles.

His eyes were staring at the air, beyond my shoulders, and not at me.

- Well, that's just one sentence a day. This is useless nonsense. Can you remember that much?

Let's just say, ’

- It's a hell of a year.

'.......'

That's 100% real bullshit, right?

If I squeeze it, it'll make the juice go bad.

- Remember.

However, the face of the messenger was extremely serious.

- Forget it or die.

‘…… is there anything more to this than spending a portion of my life on disk defragmentation? ’

- Remember that before your whole life is in the trash, asshole. It's one sentence a day. I'm not going to say anything else today. Please.

"Hmm."

It was rare for the messenger to beg like that.

A little overwhelmed by the look on his face.

I sighed.

‘Okay, okay. You just have to remember. ’

Tick, tick.

One day passed.

Every day at dawn, at least, every time I felt like dawn, the messenger carelessly poured out a line of sentences.

- The winner is Sung-gun, and the general is a master.

'.......'

- I know you want to say something, but it's just in your brain. Will you listen to me?

‘No, you don't have to go there. It's just, you look so stupid. I'm sorry...'

- Yeah, don't feel bad. We'll see about that.

Tick, tick.

One day passed.

I have succeeded in defeating the White Martians. It was a previous quest. The balsams that had been practicing humanity for hundreds of years were strong, and their stacks of manpower were solid regardless of karma. Bad business. Bad business. Villains. I had to do everything in my power to defeat them with the triremes as pictured.

- Bless you for a happy evening.

Tick, tick.

But the last fight was fun. Thinking about it, I felt like I loved him, hitting him with all my might.

Maybe that's why joy rises from the depths of your heart when you encounter the Gray Spider of the Tower?

- Spread the plates, enjoy the world.

Tick, tick.

The journey with the boy became more enjoyable every day. There were still many evident evils in the world. The damage did not result in an assault, and the assault did not suffice. The villains were able to slice their tofu clean with their swords.

- Stay away from terrorism, death.

Tick, tick.

Still, the messenger spits meaningless nonsense.

One day passed.

- La-la-la-la motherfucker.

'.......'

I let him go now.

As I am, the underdog will always be the underdog.

I mean, you can change a man, but you can't change a sword.

- Confucius.

Day 7 of Bayarro.

- Do you trust me?

Today, I was robbing a false martyr with a boy. Blood, Shinma, and White Horse followed with the last Mine Horse. After destroying the enemy outpost, we took a joyful step toward the GuangMa Bridge.

“Mmm-hmm. ”

In fact, the boy even hummed. Looking behind him made me proud, too. The painting of the mind is a feeling of happiness.

The messenger was like ash scattered all over a colorful plot of paper.

‘No, I don't. ’

- I believe you.

What is it?

It gives me goose bumps.

Have you lost your mind?

- But you're not the only one. I trust Grandpa Marcus, too.

'.......'

- If you don't make it to the 99th floor, Grandpa will one day. Instead, it's funny. He's not your replacement. But I'm sure you know what I mean.

The voice of the messenger seeps into the air.

- Honestly, you can fail.

'.......'

- Trust is what we think each other will do. And the best part is, it's not for the other person to decide, it's for themselves. Therefore, the relationship of trusting each other means making the best decisions for each other, and accepting the decisions from each other. That's it. That's it.

You know what? I'm really, really scared right now. ’

I mean it.

Even if he curses and curses 24 hours a day, he won't be as stingy as he is now.

"What the hell are you trying to say? ’

- Just hear me out.

‘You're listening. ’

- No, I don't.

The messenger glances back at me.

- Listen.

- Do you remember all that bullshit I've been telling you for a week?

‘I remember.'

- You're a memory sucker. You really remember all that?

‘That's what you wanted me to remember. And I have a good memory. Your memory is a pervert. I'm not going anywhere on my knees. ’

- Oh, good.

The messenger tucks his chin.

- Then recite it.

Out loud?

- No, into my head.

'.......'

It's good.

I closed my eyes.

“…… Huh? Confucius?”

Maybe it's because I stopped walking.

I felt the boy walking ahead stop and look back at me.

“Sorry, please wait a moment. God."

I begged him for forgiveness.

I focused on my consciousness quietly.

‘This is nonsense from the messenger. ’

Images are engraved with white writing on black drawings.

It was not difficult for the user to reveal the product of consciousness externally to come.

I followed the last seven days of verbs, line by line, like a brick pile.

It's a hell of a year.

The reward is the Holy Spirit and the general is the Master.

Bless you for a happy evening.

Let's spread out our seats, enjoy the world.

Stay away, death. Stay away.

You son of a bitch.

Again, it was not difficult.

But, the reason the messenger asked me to say it.

I accelerated the time of consciousness to find out.

‘You're not just a guy who would do such a shameful line of nonsense. ’

What it is.

What kind of joke is this?

What did the messenger say? ’

I remembered.

Somehow, for some reason, the middle of the memory was dug up as if it had been bitten by a bug.

Nevertheless, there were some voices that came to mind.

This looks like shit.

I remember.

But this is not a clue.

Have you never heard a word I've said?

And this.

Fine.

Well, what about this?

If you come out childish, I'll come out childish too.

I paused on the accelerated timeline.

"......."

Childish.

Swordsmanship is originally a childish human.

Therefore.

Take away the first letter of what the messenger said, and look.

It's a big year for Ji Ral.

The "Party" award is the Holy Spirit and the General is the Master.

Blessed be the princess for her happy target.

Let's unfold the "left" board, let's enjoy the world.

Stay back, Te. Stay away, death.

Oh, that's Larala, the Monkey King.

"......."

No, it's not.

It doesn't make any sense.

Even if I take off the last sentence and make a sound...... Is it Ceninesera? No, the combination in my head doesn't assemble a plausible message. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

It's the golden year because Rall is rich.

The "Party" award is the Sanctuary and the "Jang" award is the Master.

Blessed be the lady of the castle for her happy target.

Let's unfold the "left" board. Let's enjoy the "han" world.

Stay away from Te. Stay away. Stay away from me.

Son of a bitch.

"......."

I mean...

Money

Current

Last Name

Left

Tee

Portfolio

.......

I mean...

Now.

Right now.

Low star.

Left.

Techuk.

Hey.

.......

Die by that constellation right now.

"......."

“Sir?”

Do you trust me?

“Are you okay? You haven't spoken in a while. You don't have a face, not a lot. ”

I trust you.

“Oh. Is it because of the internal injuries you put on during the fight with Madhu...? I guess there was too much war. You don't have the urgency to pull the quest. You want to take a little break and go? ”

Listen.

"......."

I am.

“Confucius? ”

I am.

Put the dagger in the boy's hand.

“Oh?”

I pulled the dagger as it was pulling towards my neck.

"......!"

Raising sound has erupted.

“No, Duke, what the hell...?! ”

Everything happened so fast.

Without any room for him to resist, without any ability or skill to use, I have erratically secured his body and placed my life on a fixed blade.

His life was cut at an angle.

[You're dead.]

Beyond the blade, the boy looks startled.

"----------!!"

Scream.

“Why! Why, damn it! Dammit ------"

Cry out.

[Skill Activates.]

And the world around me was shattered.