SSS-Class Suicide Hunter
341. (2) >
“Come on. Let's not talk about this. ”
A staff came between me and the paladin. Turning back, [Ancient Staff] gazes at me bluntly.
“Listen to the last explanation before you go up to 71. ”
“Oh, yep. ”
“Four Kings. The world you're about to enter is already ruled by constellations. But so far, so different. You don't have to fight the constellations at all. ”
I tilted my head.
“Why? Are they good constellations? ”
“Well, technically, there's no way to fight." Until now, you've only met stars with personality. relatively, constellations close to human form. But the 71st to 79th floors are dominated by [unmanned constellations]. ”
I have no personality.
“So it's like an object or a plant or something? ”
“It's similar. You could say it's the laws of the world. The important thing is that you have no way to fight those constellations. Unless you're on the verge of using the Heart Blade as a free material. Not yet, no. ”
"......."
“The reason I summoned this knight among your colleagues is simple. 71 floors, I think. [world dominated by music] It's called the evil world. ”
“Oh.”
The first response to the word music, Iran, was Patricia.
“Then I guess I'm just the guy. I'm not proud of it, but I'm one of the best musicians in our tower. Another concert sold out. It's an excellent vessel.”
Patricia folds her arms and gazes confidently at [Ancient Staff].
If only I knew how confident I am...... I don't know. Since the beginning of jazz again, Patricia has been more free than ever.
“I don't know why you're boasting to me. Anyway, yeah. Four kings, you will live as a musician in the underworld. ”
“Do I have to be an actor? ”
“There is no freedom of choice. In the underworld, all beings are musicians. Don't think the whole world will be as vibrant as your neighborhood. ”
What's that? It's a bad world.
“I may have learned some piano from Patricia, but she's a beginner... ”
“Most hunters do. Everything is amateurized except for professionalism. ”
The wizard said, "What's the problem?"
“So a lot of hunters are frustrated in the 70th floor area, right? ”
“…… definitely. Makes sense.”
“Don't worry, Kim Gong-ja. ”
Patricia pounded my shoulder.
“Didn't I tell you? No matter how ugly you look, I'm willing to stamp the pass without any conditions. It's impossible for you to impress me with normal music. Take it easy. ”
“Strangely offended. Hey."
“A man should be humble to his talents.... For example, Duke Kim. You may say that you lack the talent of fashion. Your leather pattish is in serious condition. ”
“I don't want to hear it from someone who wears armor all day 365! Besides, it's Anastasia's style! Don't blame me! ”
“Indeed.”
The wizard nods deeply.
“You talk endlessly if you leave it alone with your friends. We'll have to force a transfer.”
The skull collapsed underneath my feet.
[Ancient Staff sends you.]]
Looking down, my feet were sinking into the ground with yellow paint.
“Huh? Huh? ”
“Go away. ”
I quickly locked myself in my back. Immediately before the whole body collapses, Patricia yells at me urgently.
“Duke Kim! Even if you don't have the talent for fashion, I'm fine with it! ”
“Patricia……."
“Because, in fact, you don't have talent on your face. Your fashion and face are bespoke. ”
“You, let's clear 71 floors and see me. ”
“Have a good trip. ”
And I fell to the bottom.
3.
[You have entered stage 71.]
[You set foot where you can't enter originally.]
[Certain penalties apply.]
I opened my eyes.
It was a village that was like a watercolor of the elven kingdom in fairytale, usually thought of as' heaven. '
It's very quiet.
Tranquil as death.
[The Eye in the Labyrinth manifests its power.]]
[General information of the stage will be disclosed to you.]
It was the world that first stepped foot, but there was no difficulty in obtaining information. I was already obeyed by the Supreme Constellation, Hishmid Krietz.
Text reminded me before I took a second breath of the world's air.
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[Evil Sky]
Floors: 71
constellation: "A musical instrument of heaven singing"
Difficulty: B-A +
Commentary (Lv.1): Everything is a world of music. If you're going to buy something, you're going to have to give it to the seller. The better the music, the higher the price, and the worse the music.
The only nutrients that people eat in this world are music. When you wake up in the morning and listen to music, your food fills up, and if you don't listen to music for a week, you starve to death. Money. Food. Power.
Think of it as being all about music.
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Everything was made up of music.
‘It's more convenient than ever. ’
After accepting Hirshmith Creetz, the struggle to gather information disappeared. Is that why he was so afraid of the constellations being taken away from him? Even I'm a newcomer in the constellation system, and I'm growing into a death zone.
‘Now, then, how do I… hmm? ’
It was when I was weaving the root into my head.
[The Eye in the Labyrinth manifests its power.]]
[Expose.]
A new message arrived again.
This time it was a different message.
[You are not qualified to obtain Hidden Information.]
[The ‘Eye in the Labyrinth' is forcibly qualified!]
[Hidden information revealed!]
Slow down!
The letters in front of my eyes suddenly disassembled and assembled again. As she moved her lower back like a black worm, the characters changed to a new meaning.
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[Evil Sky]
Floors: 71
constellation: "A musical instrument of heaven singing"
Difficulty: B-B +
Commentary (Lv.2): Not all hunters are fortunate enough to live for hundreds of years. Somebody dies. A lot of people die. Then, have you ever thought about where the soul of the dead goes in the tower?
This is the paradise where the souls who died in the tower arrive. The afterlife. The afterlife of the so-called tower.
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I blinked. What? I'm sorry.
"The afterlife?"
My tongue stiffened with horror in my mouth. However, regardless of my surprise, Hirshmith Krietz continued to embroider the texts. The snake twitched my wrist and wagged its tail.
The upheaval of information does not stop.
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There is a nine-story afterlife in the tower.
The kingdom of the nine heavens is called the Nine Heavens.
Humans in the tower, if they want to stay somewhere instead of just disappearing even if they die, they wander off. It was entirely up to Hunter's last wish to wander under any of the nine thousand skies.
This is 71st floor.
The first sky in the Ninth Heaven. It's called the Axon.
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The moment the information got there.
"■ ■ ■ ■!"
Sudden texts fluttered. The snake twitches its tongue. And then, with my head up, I stared at the air.
Hishimith Creetz was a stressed figure. Why did I suddenly want to bite into the air with nothing, but it soon became clear why.
[You are not qualified to obtain Hidden Information.]
[The ‘Eye in the Labyrinth' is forcibly qualified!]
I have a situation. Something unseen was interfering with the power of Hishmid Creetz.
It is not yet clear whether it is interference with the system or interference with the constellations that govern this stage. But Hirshmith Creetz never died. “■ ■ ■! ■!” Instead, I showed my teeth and threatened something.
[The ‘Eye in the Labyrinth' is forcibly qualified!]
[You have the right to access Hidden Information.]
[Hidden information revealed!]
Finally, the fluctuations of the letters calmed down.
Hisimit Creetz snorted with the same expression, "Where does he dare to stop me?" And now you realize my existence is worth a lot more than the Goddess of Protection, right? ’I floated the letters as if to show off.
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[Evil Sky]
Floors: 71
constellation: "A musical instrument of heaven singing"
Difficulty: B
Commentary (Lv.3): Axon. Heaven, where souls get tired of life, tired of language, and tired of conversations.
Now they don't believe in the language between people and people. They don't try to approach each other, and if they do, they only approach music.
Everything that lives and breathes here has a soul. A dandelion across the lowest sky. Repair shoes with their heads down. Spiked meat bathed in the shadow of a rock in a stream. All life is but a single soul.
They've forgotten their past lives. Sometimes, maybe all the time, every time I dream, my old life's memories just rise up in the fog and swim there.
The exhausted souls of this echo of music will be soothed.
If they want it, forever.
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Indeed.
"......."
I looked around.
It was awfully quiet.
The migratory birds under the silent sky fell apart without forming a band, flying in the direction they wanted to go. According to the information that [Eye in the Maze] revealed, they're souls, too.
My head, itchy.
‘…… Did you find the next dead place in the tower? ’
Rebirth was everywhere.
Flowers bloom on either side of the dirt road leading to the village. White watermelon. The bulldozers were left in a row, memorizing the salt without a sound.
‘I don't want to miss a single person. Tower, not a single one. ’
There were many white flowers.
White did not cover the season.
The bulldozers merge with the petals, and then Acacia heads down. White anecdotes pierced the sky with their fingertips. Cherry blossom trees carved petals like grown nails and threw them into the air.
Those who wanted to discard color were erasing their past lives.
‘... but I can't hear the music. ’
I pressed the roaring heart and thought of something else.
It's too quiet, isn't it? ’
I haven't heard a sound since I came up on the 71st floor. Oddly silent. Only silent vibrations were transmitted from his wrists when Hessimitt Creetz cried out earlier.
Quiet?
The messenger tilts his head.
I'm almost noisy.
"Yes?"
I stepped on a dirt road. The world was calm, but it was clear where to go. On the other side of the road, in the middle of an open village, trees grow large enough to cover the sky.
The number of the world.
The villages clash together in a huge wooden barrel. It was like a layer of mustard had grown up.
I strengthened my eyesight with my error, and I saw that people were moving back and forth around a staircase made of wood. Not only people, but also animals like deer and giraffes were harmlessly mixed. Not all souls are born as plants.
- Birds chirping, but they're singing flowers. Here you go.
"Yes?"
- I can see the bugs are singing. Of course, I admit it's a great choir. I think it will be peaceful if I listen quietly. But these stages have personal tastes... …. No, wait. Zombie Kim, are you really not hearing anything? Nothing?
"......."
No way.
I opened my mouth.
I moved my tongue and gave out a high-pitched note.
"......."
I hear nothing.
I moved the error and replenished my hearing. The organ that made up the human hearing was once again encased in error, completely replenishing the hearing, without any gaps. Then he made a sound out of his mouth.
"......."
I didn't hear anything.
It's not like your hearing is broken, it's like your hearing itself has been erased.
‘Damn it.'
I realized what [certain penalties will be] meant by the message I received shortly after falling onto the 71st floor stage. Why it sounded to me like it was just a ■ ■ ■ thing when Hirshmith Creetz cried out.
I can't hear anything in here! ’
The silent clearing of a world of music.
So get the heart of Patricia as a musician and make her a believer.
This was the penalty I was given.