SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

5.

There was a secret I couldn't tell about the thousand-something white taste.

That's to say, he did.

Nam-goong Town. The person who gained a reputation from his youth through collaboration and rides, being called the genius of taxation in the White House and Southern Palace. The man.

‘That's it. ’

The teacher took care of me.

"......!......!"

It snowed.

Through the unusual snow feet, the southern horn breaks through. Even with the blizzard, I stopped melting when I went around the Southern Town. The fierce internal air was burning from the muscles of the Southern Town.

‘That's it. ’

It snowed.

Teacher's spilled eyes saw the snow of the world, a speck of snow on his forehead, and then melted away! Chaaang! With tens of millions of factions and bridges united, the scenery of all the action shines.

Jung Horse War.

In this last battlefield where everyone saw the end of the world, there was only one man.

Only you.

I wasn't out of breath.

‘I'm trying so hard to win this body. ’

Caaang!

I was sorry to hear about the axe from Namgong-woon.

‘It's messy, straightforward. Purely, I'm swinging the ball to defeat me. I can feel my heart most strongly in his axe. ’

I knew it.

If a thousand millennium scent had not been born, Nam-goong Un would have stood at the top of the world. He may have been praised for being the most expensive person. Nam-goong Un, a Muslim, was the best enemy I could face.

Hopefully more than that, too much lust.

‘Ah.'

I don't want to end it.

‘Why is it that you are not talented enough to cut through the sky? If you try, you will not be caught by anyone. ’

I don't want it to end.

‘Nowhere. ’

Who I can greed.

‘Nam-gyung, Woo-sun.' Can't you be that person? ’

If only you had been one inch stronger.

I would have gladly given you my life.

‘I don't have the courage to lie to you and disguise the battle. ’

It snowed.

‘There is no point in lying to me and satisfying my life. ’

Tick, tick.

‘Since I have never told a lie to anyone, who can fit in with me? ’

It's free

"No."

Is that so?

"You're lonely."

Tick, tick.

That day, Thousand Ma Saffron did not cut down the mangrove Southern Town. I couldn't slaughter him. The teacher couldn't slash the head of a man who ran all that way for himself. For those who could not walk the path of themselves, the teacher could not give up his own neck.

Life is inevitable.

Teachers may have foreseen that this winter would last forever when the first day of the Jell-O War was suspended.

[Missing skill candidate's nickname.]

But.

[No statement found for skill candidate.]

A life of solitude and solitude.

[No appearance found for skill target.]

Obviously.

Confucius.

You'll come get me.

Master, master, master.

[Reproduction failed.]

With a smile that blooms.

[Replace the materials needed for implementation.]

Tick, tick.

6.

“Oh.”

I blinked.

“Hello?”

Blink and see who's behind it.

A slightly longer hair and slightly less weight than I used to know was hanging over my chin with my desk legs.

“…… Mr. Sword? ”

I was a little embarrassed.

“Come.”

“Uh, did you get traumatized? I mean, it was always coming out, but ever since I became B... Oh, I have a body."

I stuttered my body.

It wasn't Raviel's. It was not his body. I was not someone else's body, so I stammered as if I had touched this body for the first time in decades.

“Turn it off.”

I watched him look like he was funny.

“You're trembling. ”

“Oh, why? I feel like I've lived for over 20 years. It's amazing just to have a self. Where are we? ”

“I don't know.”

The messenger smiles.

“Probably still working on your skills. You'll continue to be traumatized. ”

“ ……? So this is your trauma? ”

“I didn't raise any trauma. ”

I looked around.

As the messenger said, there was nothing here.

Really, nothing.

It's like an empty waiting room before entering a stage. An endless expanse of white paper. There, in the middle of nowhere, the messenger sits silently with only one sword in his hand.

"......."

Why? What are you looking at? ”

“No…. You know, the bridge. ”

I point to the bridge of the messenger.

The bridge, which used to be slightly blurry, now had a distinct figure.

“Not only my legs, but my whole body... is alive. And so is her voice.”

“Hmm.”

“What is it?”

“Well, that's simple. ”

The messenger waves his blade.

“Maybe in your trauma, my living appearance regenerates. But like I said, I had no trauma. I wonder if it will be reproduced in this way. ”

“Heh.”

“Especially because you were brainwashed by some pervert constellation! I remember chasing after him. I can't remember the value of this day. Do you remember? ”

“…… something like that. ”

Only then can reality return.

Yeah, it is.

I went through Raviel's half-life and the teacher's half-life once as the trauma began. It's like I've been dreaming for too long.

“I was hoping to see your trauma this time...."

“Oh, what 'd you expect? Sorry, sorry. I'm a man who enjoys life. When I was four years old, I was beaten to a pulp by a mole, but I was also beaten by a chewing dumpling. If you hit me, there's no way dumplings in disguises will be re-listed as merchandise. As a result, I can see my victory. I've been winning since I was four. ”

“You... no. Done. Don't talk. ”

I remember whispering to him, "So? What's up, man? Talk to me. That way you can give me counseling or not. ”

I told you what I've been through.

“Hmm.”

The messenger smiled and heard my story.

Chin up, still stuck with elbows to knees.

“Zombies.”

As soon as the story was over, the messenger said.

“How do you use martial arts? ”

“Yes?”

“The Magician. The horseman of your cult. What do you use that for? ”

A cult.

“I don't know how. I'll just write it down.”

“Really? That's amazing. Hunger varies from person to person. For example, let's call it the Asayu gum. Some people starve because they can't eat rice. Some people starve because they can't eat hamburgers. The farmer's hunger? What about the hunger of adults and children? How can you just use a sword to kill hunger? ”

“Same.”

I was speedy.

Maybe it was time to wake up the Archeologist.

Now was not a good time to play with questions like that.

“The same is not all the same, from beginning to end. It just needs to be context. [It hurts because I haven't eaten anything.] Here, [something] doesn't matter whether it's cramped rice or Rucola pizza. So..."

“That's right."

The messenger's eyes narrow.

“That's why people can understand people. Isn't that right?”

“Yes."

“The trauma you're going through right now is the same. ”

"......."

Tick, tick.

I blinked.

“Yes?”

“that people understand people. The same thing happened to him. It doesn't mean the same person, same situation, same place, same time. Different people, different circumstances. Different time, different place, still the same job. That is to release. ”

The messenger howls.

“You don't see the past. Why? Because I don't have a name. No coordinates, even lost their appearance. You can't be called anyone, you can't be seen by anyone for the rest of your life. ”

"......."

“But we know he failed. His life will be doomed to failure. [Crimson Flame] You can tell by your skill. No. 1. No. 2. He wrote to someone other than you, but now there's no one around him. ”

The messenger whispers.

“Betrayed. ”

Even though the mouth of the sword was quite far away, it seemed to whisper in my ear.

“It's a public good. It's important to know who betrayed you, when, and where. Only then can you tell me you understand his trauma? ”

“Betrayal is betrayal. Disappointment is a disappointment, so your betrayal can be my betrayal, and I can still call it understanding even though you're you and I'm me. ”

That's right.

Bondi, that's the doctrine of medicine.

“That's what your teacher said. Don't you think?”

The doctrine of the shadow.

“…… I see. ”

I nodded just then.

Why you couldn't peek into the past, and why you had to watch Raviel and his teacher's half-life.

“It's a reconstruction of the trauma that the constellation suffered [most similar]. ”

I'm sure.

“The first time would have been someone you trusted. Not satisfied, but this person will use [Red Sky] to create a pleasant quest and happy story. At least I expected you to imagine a fresh world. ”

But I was betrayed.

Just like Raviel was betrayed by the Crown Prince Ramon Sari.

It's Free.

■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ and Raviel were different people, were in different situations, lived in different places at different times, but the depth and angle of the wounds first betrayed were the same.

I know.

It's Free.

The past has been replaced by Raviel's past.

“Afterwards, the constellation trusted someone. ”

Second contractor.

“I had my first betrayal, and I grew up a little bit. I didn't pick a contractor this time out of ignorance for [I think he'd be fresh]. It's the greatest thing anyone's ever seen. They are the most talented people in their time... and have the best imagination. You said that with this person, you might continue to have some really fun quests. You have selected.”

But it was not enough.

Just as Nam-gungwoon, the Buddhist monk, was lacking.

Lonely.

The second contractor must have been exceptional. Under the effect of [Crimson Flame], the contractor must have imagined it. If you imagine a village there like I did, you'll have a town, and if you need an enemy, you'll have an enemy.

Nonetheless.

Lonely.

His imagination wasn't entirely satisfied.

“…… nobody. Most of them, they've never been killed. ”

I felt like I somehow knew why the constellations were not filled.

"You can imagine the ocean. Whether it's elaborate or blurry. But, just before drowning in the sea, can you imagine yourself suffocating, shoving seawater down your throat? That feeling, that pain? ”

The answer is simple.

If you haven't, don't know.

“Perhaps other contractors besides me…… their own crisis. You couldn't have imagined your own death, the moment of an incision that might have really died, ”

Because.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

"Come here, can you imagine the pain?

That's what ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ says.

How…… how did you come to this point and imagine it so vividly?

Have you ever melted bones? Has your blood ever burned out?

"How could you possibly know such pain and then reproduce it under my power?

I told you.

"......."

The messenger nods.

“Yes, you're probably right.

The betrayal of the first contractor.

Disappointment of the second contractor.

As such, ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ has finally chosen me as the third contractor, the last installer of [Scarlet Brick], and the last believer who wishes to accompany him to his extinction.

“Then there's only one riddle left. ”

“What?”

“It's you.”

I turned my eyes away.

“Sword man. ”

"......."

My eyes were straight, the man behind it.

I looked at the sword, which was embodied in a living form.

“Except for me, [Starburst] only used twice. It was replaced by two traumas. But why are you here? Why are you standing here, in a place where there's nothing, as a substitute for trauma number three? ”

“Who are you? ”

Swordsmanship has risen.

“There's nothing here. I see enough. ”

There was a black-haired young man shining in the blade's eyes.

“You're here. Kim Gong-ja.”

"......."

“You must be the third trauma. ”

Tick, tick.

“I'm like a ghost on you, so it's a random implementation. No. You and I screwed this up, so maybe that's it. Anyway, here you are. ”

Tick, tick.

“Your love awaits you, as your master awaited you, Duke Kim. The third scar this constellation draws will be waiting for you. Maybe that's the only wound. Everything else is collateral. ”

Heads up. “

By the end of the day, I won't know, I won't know the constellation, and only you will know the wound. "

“Go. ’’

[Trauma implementation complete.]

“That's the best I can do. Partner.”

[Check that the subject's identity remains intact.]

“Think more about how to live. ”

[Penalty closed.]

And...

The world around me was shattered.