SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

I felt their hearts slow.

"Why is this funny? ’

I move my busy finger over the ledge.

Faster and faster.

‘Why is it so fascinating to just see people's reactions when you can't hear them? ’

Breathing in this world was limited. The performer and the audience shared a predetermined total amount of breath. The slower my fingers got, the slower my children's breaths were, and when my fingers relaxed, they only breathed.

"How far?"

I tapped the gun.

"■ ■......."

"■ ■ ■? ■ ■ ■?"

One or two passers-by stop at a time.

I expanded the error. Not only six children, but a young man who had just stopped, a woman with a black net under her eyes, sensed the rhythm of their heart beating.

‘How far can I go? ’

Soon, my thoughts became dim.

‘Smell.'

I smelled it flowing beneath the water of the world. Knng, knng. Even though I could not hear the sound, the smell enhanced by the error caught the most unpleasant smell and the most unpleasant.

It drips green into the depths of your nostrils.

‘The smell of animals……. The smell of beasts.'

It was not only humans who hesitated on the steps and began to hear me play. Even the beasts.

A bird with long ears like an owl, a hoopoe, a sparrow, a Goblin, a bird with thick lips like a hippocampus, a bird with deteriorated forelegs like a dinosaur, and birds I don't know their nationality and can't call them by their names shook their heads. The beaks of the birds are playing down there.

'...... the smell of life. ’

It was not only the beast who stared at my piano with his eyes in the water of the world. Flowers, too.

Flowers, watermelon, sargassum, fish soup, flammability, cherry blossoms, pear blossoms, flowers in the snow beautifully, children with cut nails bloomed with petals, handfuls of sky to retract their fingers, and the first colorful life () looked down at me before having a name.

‘The smell of error. ’

So this was a paradise.

Even a single petal leaf that could not hear the sound was standing. Who gave it to me? In the world of evil spirits, I knew flowers could hear the sound of error as if they knew how to drink rain water from birth.

[Activates skill.]

I used a skill without even knowing it. [Redemption of Torn Goddess]. A Salvation Sword. It temporarily amplifies errors in exchange for my memory.

This skill was intended not to be careless, but is now involuntarily activated. But I couldn't help it.

‘More. ’

Even now, when I reached the constellation, there was not enough error to detect all the children, passersby, beasts, and flowers in the shade of the world.

I just wanted to have the heart of everyone who listened to my play.

‘More.’

I missed the memory I played 3 seconds ago and caught the next 3 seconds.

The error was infinite as he abandoned himself.

[Activates skill.]

Even though I was born as a musician who can't hear sound, or a painter who can't see color, even though I was born as a poet who doesn't know what a poet is, I would certainly have written a poem that I can't hear, read faces, painted a picture that I can't see, and I would have written a poem that I don't know.

I would have lived like that.

‘… good. ’

Maybe it was a bad life compared to someone who got a sound from the beginning, figured out what harmony was and what music was, and just wrote songs as he knew them.

But I didn't know how to live like this.

‘Yes, good. ’

And I liked being alive.

‘Everyone is... pretty.' ’

If I had realized it by giving up my life more than four thousand times. I liked living.

If only the broken stones were allowed to be broken, they would have loved the crumbling things. If only they had to discard the white flowers that had been raised since spring and winter, they would have loved the feeling of the enemy who would drop the petals.

["The Song of Heaven" begins to open its eyes.]

I forgot.

["The Song of Heaven" stares down at you.]

The wind is shaking.

It wasn't a self-inflicted wind. The branches sag and twitch, and like a feather on the wing, a myriad of leaves fade. Water of the world. A small tree overlooking the sky here raises its head, and a nice breeze blows.

["The Song of Heaven" is listening to your voice.]

And I realized that the speed at which the wind flows through the grain is the heartbeat of the tree, and the sound of the leaves clashing against each other is the temperature of the tree.

The blooming flower was the tree's gaze.

[‘Heaven's Singing Movement’ begins to sing to your tune.]

Tuck.

A whiter flower falls on the white ledge of the piano.

Tuk, the petals fell from afar. From no far up. In the sky, the water of the world waves a branch and drops a flower hanging from its fingertips. Took. With the speed of the sky and the green gravity, the white flower fell, pressing the key as it fell.

Flowers fell again.

Every time the flower falls, it hits the keyboard. You play. If I lean to the left and push from the left of the piano, the flowers fall off to the right. The world's number was to accompany him by dropping his flower on the piano keyboard.

"......."

The petals pour down on the ledge like rain.

I made fun of my finger. The white matter was bloomed with white air. I pressed the key, and I unknowingly pressed the flower that someone had already dropped there. I crushed it.

When I played the piano, there were fingerprints on the petals. It pressed between the fingers and the ledge, and the flower rubbed slightly. Crushed. Crushed. Juicy water flowed from the petals. A little bit. A little bit, a little bit, a little bit, a little bit, a little bit... a little bit.

The fragrance that was being squashed would have been the tears of that tree.

The white hazelnuts, the white petals, and the tall white smelled like a pile of blossoms everywhere.

Before someone pressed it, it was a flowering flower. Even when the water was drenched, it was white, not smelly.

There was one such tree blooming in heaven.

"Beautiful."

Someone planted the first tree here. What did they think?

"■ ■ ■......."

"■ ■......."

The child, pedestrian and beast opened their mouths. Perhaps they also sang along with the flowers. Unfortunately, I could not hear the world singing in my ears.

It didn't matter.

Really, it doesn't matter.

["The Song of Heaven" will bless you.]

[Clear Hidden Stage.]

In the middle of a pile of flowers falling.

["The Song of Heaven" says you should not stay here for long.]

[Transmitted to 70 floors.]

["The Singing Movement of Heaven" will see you out.]

[Good luck to you.]

I opened my eyes.

5.

The lobby on the 70th floor opened my eyes.

"......."

Patricia stares at me silently. Patricia opens her lips and repeats her silence. I was thinking about what to say first.

“Hmm," Patricia said, "if the garage is finally over."

“Kim Gong-ja.”

“Yes."

“We do not accept errors because they are deceptive. ”

“Why did you even think of the first word? What?”

“I'm ashamed to compliment you for being so good. Do I have to bear the shame to compliment you? It will be your selfishness, arrogance and arrogance. ”

“I didn't say anything!? ”

“Ha.”

Patricia sighs.

“You didn't have to work so hard. I told you, even if you do nothing, I'll gladly admit to stage clearing. In fact, even when you messed up your first performance badly, I hit you right after. ”

“You're really saying a mean thing...? ”

“Your last performance.... Well, what can I say? ”

Patricia is lost in thought. He nods slowly.

“I thought it would be good to live with a human being like you. But, I see... When I heard your last performance, I thought it would be okay to die with you. ”

“…… Huh. ”

Isn't that more embarrassing? Overwhelming?

I don't understand your subtle sentiments, my friend.

“Yes. Excellent as a first button release. ”

When I hesitated, [Ancient Staff] intervened and said, "I don't know how to react."

“It wasn't his area of expertise, but it was a great performance. Congratulations on your first follower since becoming a constellation. ”

[You save the Faith!]

[Paladins become your followers.]

[There is currently no blessing for the congregation.]

[There is currently no power to give to the congregation.]

I hear messages in succession, but I still can't feel them. Escape. Might. Destroy the 79th floor, and then something will become possible once you have established yourself as a constellation.

Even if it is possible, I don't intend to be a god to Patricia, and I don't think I want to be treated as one.

“Well done, then. Kim Gong-ja... Cheer up."

Patricia's ankle is wrapped in white light.

His role as a referee is to return to the first floor.

If you look closely, Patricia smiles bitterly.

“He explained to me. I'm told I won't remember a thing about this."

"......."

“Memory is everyone's island. I'm distracted by the thought of leaving you on a deserted island, but I trust you'll swim back and forth at will. ”

“Patricia.”

“Hmm."

“17 plans would not be enough to assassinate me. ”

"......."

Patricia looks bludgeoned.

What happened for the next second was: In less than a second, Patricia realized that she had lost control of her expression instantly. And I thought about what to do during the time when it broke down again. It was only for a moment, but I could see it in my mind.

And I chose.

“…… indeed. ”

Patricia chose [Leave the look on her face as it is].

“Are you disappointed...? ”

“No, I thought he was. I just know better. ”

“I'm sorry, but I've seen people change. I've seen it. I've seen it. Swordsmanship, Black Dragon Juice, and many hunters of the past who are no longer dead... I simply can't believe he hasn't changed forever. So, just in case. ”

“Yes."

I smiled.

“I know exactly what you mean. ”

"......."

“It's an honor.”

“Really,"

Patricia laughs in vain.

“He doesn't have a cute taste. You.”

Splash!

Patricia's feet soften and swallow her. It was sent by a wizard.

In a space where cubes like the Rubik's Cube are constantly circling, the wizard and I are left alone again.

“Now, would you move on to the next stage? Or I'll give you a break. ”

“I'm okay either way. ”

“Then let's get on with it. ”

Yalta's staff grazes the white floor.

“Evil heaven was the battlefield in your favor. Music may have been your specialty, but it wasn't incompetent at all. But what about this time? ”

As Patricia disappears, a glow rises.

“The world of money is where you should go next. ”

Beyond the dazzling column, there is a rare shadow of a man.

“And the best money specialist in your tower, I think, is this kid. ”

Like Patricia, she was a familiar face to me.

The newly summoned judge on the 70th floor blinks.

“…… Hmm? Huh. What's going on here? ”

A hunter with ties to the recently disappeared Patricia.

“That's odd. Can you tell me where I am, king? ”

Flatulence.

It was the Earl.