SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

4.

Hell's time has stopped.

“…… This can't be right. ”

Artificially crafted colosseum.

Beneath the pile of sedimentary rock, in the middle of it, Mutia shouts as she breaks her golden wheat field hair.

“This can't be right! ”

Mutia takes a step forward. The hammer stirs up rage.

It exploded.

[The Cow of the Waste Harvest expresses its power.]]

[‘Orgol for You’ unleashes its power.]

The explosion was prevented by the fox.

“But if you think about it, it couldn't have been like this. ”

“This can't be happening! ”

“But if you think about it, it was something that couldn't have happened. ”

The fox recites the narration in a play series.

Mutia sharpens her teeth.

“I am the Cow of the Waste! That is my tinnitus, my true calling is the eye of the hurricane swirling in the Treat ! Despite countless hours spent in the Samran, I am the absolute time coordinates that will not be swayed by any flow, just like the eye of a hurricane! ”

“Absolute time coordinates. There's an Einstein in your world. Why don't we go talk to him? Don't do this here..."

“Four Kings! I know how insignificant you are! ”

Mutia stared at me fiercely.

As power fades, Ahn's blood supply subsides, and Mutia's eyes recover their golden glow again.

“I know your past! ”

His eyes smelled the burning sun of eagle.

“You have to be young! You were nothing but a seed. Shabby single room! Cramped bed! Portraits of a washed-up statue on the wall! Because you have nothing, you embroidered the air with idols that looked like [something]! ”

"......."

“You were a ruin! Nothing had ever been accomplished, so it was truly a ruin. You were not lacking to be my disciple before the name of the Four Kings, or, rather, the Four Kings! You were the man to pray for your regrets! ”

Is that so?

Mutia, the constellation that governs the power of time and regression, knows what kind of man I was before I reached the halfway point of 4,000 days -- all of my history.

‘Course not. ’

I accept the opposing batteries.

‘If I didn't know my past, there wouldn't have been a world of [what if] that had just happened. ’

Mutia put me in a corner, expressing her power.

I just brought an old me with nothing.

In the process, many assumptions are made by power.

If you have not met the Sword.

If you have not met the sword.

If you have not met the goat.

Not until the sword. If you just know me, it's possible to hypothesize [if you haven't met the sword].

But the sword.

Particularly, salts.

"Unless you know my entire past, I can't even hypothesize it. ’

So, how did it become possible?

How does the [ox harvesting ruins] know my return history?

‘It was a constellation that deals with the story of Hamustra. I read a human story to find out my regression. But what about Mutia? Because Mutia herself is the god of time and regression? ’

Mutia screams with a furious face, as my mind swiftly scrambles with conjectures and speculations.

“But what if your life was also ruined, in the beginning, by another regretter! ”

I had to break my mind.

“Yes?”

“Don't be silly. You've thought about it. ”

Mutia extends her arms.

“[Why am I so unlucky?] ”

The words I tossed.

“[Why can't I acquire any skills?] ”

A lot of people -- the words that they threw.

“[Why don't I ever get a chance to perform like a performer?] ”

I took a breath.

I spit it out.

“You'd be lying if you said you never thought of it that way. Yes, a lot. I grumbled a lot not only in my mind, but also in my day when I grumbled, and at night when I drank. ”

“You've only acquired one skill, but you've come this far. ”

Mutia said.

“With astonishing will, unwithered will, unquenchable heat, I devoted my heart to everything I encountered with myself and finally came at the feet of Mutia. Strange. Have you never been here? Haven't you ever wondered if you were so talented to do this, to have made your way here -- so miraculously? ”

“That's ……."

“You'd say [thanks to meeting good people]. ”

Mutia smiles.

The smile glowed like melted gold, and made a dash.

“But no! ”

Moment.

I realized this was the [final scheme] she had prepared.

Break the ground, create a Colosseum that cannot escape, collaborate with 200 apostles, and pour out your power to age me. And if I hadn't broken it.

The final blow, prepared to endure this.

-... I don't think you should hear it.

The messenger mutters.

- I don't know what you're trying to tell me, but I have a bad feeling. When a constellation is poisoned, it always comes with a harmless trance.

‘No, it's fine. ’

I looked straight at Mutia.

"I'll listen."

I've been digging into the secrets of countless people.

I saw it after I was done being responsible, and even if I was actually responsible, how could it not be a form of violence?

‘I'd like to hear more about my secrets. ’

My secret cannot be the only sanctuary.

That's why, as the hunter who owns the [Regent's reel watch], I asked him boldly.

“What don't you mean? ”

“You were always able to succeed! ”

What does that mean?

I asked again because I didn't know.

“I didn't understand. Mutia. How did you manage to succeed? ”

“You fool! The reason you didn't meet performance on the first floor and didn't get a chance on the second floor is not because there was no performance and opportunity there. ”

Mutia's laughter grows louder.

Like the laughter of an ancient king cursed with everything that touched him turned to gold, the laughter of the golden constellation exploded strangely and was also corrupted.

“You will know the tower! The tower to the tenth floor is a refuge for those who have fled the world, a relaxing island, a land of opportunity. How could there not be a single performance you encountered? ”

"......."

“The tower you looked up to was so heartless! ”

Biceps.

[The Cow of the Waste Harvest expresses its power.]]

Koo, koo, koo, koo! The pillars of the temple rise from the ground.

It was not an intact pillar.

Remnants of an abandoned temple.

The rain blows away, and like the teeth of an old man, the white pillars are stuck all over hell.

If you have not met the goat.

The scenery, like a screen membrane, shifted between the temple columns.

The first manifestation of power was a family I had already heard of.

If the salt has not met the 'Wonder Girl.'

That's a whole new assumption.

Above all, I entered the salt, not me.

If the salt does not get the 'Regent's reel watch’.

And...

If the salt did not return through the 'Regent's Reel Clock’.

The world unfolded before my eyes.

4.

The salt that received the Regent's reel watch returns to buy the Reflection Lottery.

From the landscape beyond, illuminated by gaps in the columns, you can see a scene coming out of the salt.

Because of that, you will go to the venue one step later than in the ‘original world’, and the lottery that was supposed to be won in the original 4th place will turn into a bang.

Minor misfortune.

Beyond the pillar, I sighed lightly and headed for the hunting grounds.

Challenged with poor equipment, you will be injured for a day longer than in the original world.

It wasn't just that.

By the time you arrived to heal the wounded, the chest had already been empty.

The salt salt was not taken.

The box was too trivial to care about salting agents who had the ability to come back on their own.

But for me, poor and weak, it had equipment in it that must have been a big help.

You cannot get the skill card.

Just as a single grain of sand splashed on a working cog, my life gradually changed with a regrettable salt agent.

Your efforts fail time and time again.

It could be described as a crash.

Your life is different from yours.

Until we get to that room.

However, if the salt did not return through the 'Regent's Reel Clock’.

And so what happened next was, that little discord disappeared.

A whole different world.

Your efforts are rewarded properly.

A world with fruit.

You gain some pretty good skills and bear the fruit of your efforts.

There, perhaps I gained the ability to talk to all the monsters.

You are recognized by people.

Thanks to their skills, the people of the tower can even learn that among the monsters that wandered from the second floor to the ninth floor, there are intelligent beings that are conversational and that they are avoiding humans and are building a huge civilizational city underground.

You pave the way.

The fact that we don't even know it yet.

In the basement of the fifth floor, the Demihumans were secretly living in the city.

You prevent many tragedies.

As the only representative of humanity, able to communicate with the Demihumans. As a messenger, as a mediator.

Making Friends

Black Dragon Juju pats my shoulder for stopping the incident. The Black Dragon Juice smiles and asks me if I can get you a drink since I know a good store.

Get a colleague.

Although martial arts is far less than I am now.

Obviously, I was living a rewarding life, getting recognized around me, and living with my loved ones, lying in a gap in the temple ruins.

“You have to be young. ”

Mutia said.

“This is your original. ”

"......."

“The path you were supposed to walk and the fate you were originally given. ”

My heart was beating.

“All of it, all of it, was taken by the goat! Exclusive! Exclusive! ”

"......."

“The performance you were supposed to have passed you by in vain, and the opportunity you were supposed to have slipped through your fingers!"

.......

“in that world--- in the world of [original]. On the original. On the mainstream, there was no reason for you to endure 4,000 afflictions. Just sincerely, I was able to refine and clean my sincere nature from the beginning, and lead a satisfactory life. ”

Is that so?

“Do you understand? You have to be young. You weren't unlucky. ”

I was already living a life bent on mastery.

“You've been deprived of luck by someone else! ”

A resounding roar echoes through the pit.

“I'll send you back. ”

Mutia.

“into a real life that you should have lived. ”

Obviously, it's a sharp poison.

It's just...

“The life you're living right now is fake. This time I won't let any regrets interfere with your timeline. I'll let you walk for real. Abandon your constellations. And in my heart......

“Too late.”

“What?"

By the time Mutia met, my potion had already moved.

Whee!

The blade I pulled out split the hell horizontally.

In the place where the order had passed, Zec, the pillar of the temple, was wrong.

Collapsed.

Like a white radish, the pillar of the temple that Mutia's power bloomed was so simple.

“I was too late at the very least. ”

“Now, you! What……! ”

“Fake life. Real life." If I wanted to joke about that, I should have come to me before I met Raviel, I should have seduced me before I met the teacher, and I should have convinced me before I saw the black dragon smile. ”

I said, staring at the raging gold.

“Tower said I didn't live the best life. You said I didn't have a real life. ”

He said to look beyond the gold.

“What life is fake and real is not determined in the order of time. A cow harvesting ruins. If there is someone who is influenced by me, and there is someone who is influenced by me, and it becomes love, friendship, touch, and walk with me, that is my true life. ”

I grabbed the sword expressionlessly.

“I am us. There are people who made me who I am. And we're the only ones in the world. ”

"......."

“Our true world is only here. ”

A cow harvesting ruins.

“Here.”

Mutia.

Power, regression.

“I heard all the music of your constellations. ”

Book number one.

Crush the ground.

Retaliation; 27585;.

Book two.

Prevents them from escaping the artificial Colosseum.

Retaliation; 27585;.

Book 3.

A total of these hundred apostles join forces.

Retaliation; 27585;.

The fourth book.

Use the power of the constellation to make the king old.

Retaliation; 27585;.

Book number five.

Show the original time and seduce it into its own hands.

Retaliation; 27585;.

At least two things at a time, and so in order to defeat me, the successor of the sword, the constellation carrying out five tricks at once, now had nothing but a hammer to intercept me.

“First.”

"......."

“I will take your pride. ”

Il Island.

Mutia must have grabbed the hammer and wielded it. Perhaps she was about to be attacked by me, but after a while the results revealed to the world were terrible.

Hairy duck.

A long horn.

Among the things that were hanging on both sides of Mutia's forehead, the right horn rolls helplessly and is caught in a sandstorm.

“Ah......."

And...

[The existence of the 'ox harvesting ruins’ becomes blurred.]

The golden glow of the chant faded a little.