SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

4.

The last thing I saw before the world was black, [Ancient Staff] opened his mouth in horror.

Perhaps the Wizard shouted something.

“ ---, -------!? "

But I couldn't even recognize the Wizard's scream. Already I was bitten in the neck by the noise, and I didn't even attempt to delay my death. Death was swift, slow.

[I'm reproducing the trauma of the enemy who killed you.]

The flow rate of the landscape changed rapidly, and the speed of my head could not keep up. Something mixes in the tread of speed and slowness. Water and oil. White and black.

And if I may say so, soul and soul.

Like a cheap eye falling on a brazier, my dead spirit melted gently into the body that killed me.

[I'm reproducing the trauma of the enemy who killed you.]

She was a fisherman born a long time ago. So I was a fisherman born a long time ago. In the repetition of words, she was me, and I was her.

Just like when you were Raviel. Just like when you were a teacher.

In the midst of the trauma of the human race, she - I stared at the sea in wine.

The waves are crying.

The waves are rough. I can feel the rough smell.

The fisherman knew that the water smelled too.

On a quiet day, the water was clean. However, when the waves came from afar, the water was sweating. It smells salty. The whirlpool crashes around its neck when it smells stiff. It was gross.

And now, the waves were shed tears.

You must avoid it. The waves are crying.

She's just muttering instinctively.

It was an age in which man had not yet escaped the womb of the beast.

There is a mountain of golden temples in the far south. All the people who lived there were shamans and magicians, so they could confine their voices to strange paintings.

I knew that the golden temple resembled the pyramid and that the spell was a letter. She doesn't know. In a time when only a handful of humans enjoyed the blessing of texting, a woman was sailing with fish.

We must evade...

Khuru ru ru -!

The woman turns around and looks behind her back. Volcanoes explode from afar. The hot lava growls at the top of the mountain. Black clouds. Thunder. Rain on the ground. The volcano roars as if it were about to announce the end of the world.

.......

The woman instinctively slowed down her stomach. I turned my boat only to the place where the tears of the waves could be felt lightly. I went back to my home, my hometown, and the village of the sea after one day.

The town is gone.

.......

Only a few pieces of wood remained on the surface. A wave hits the cliff and the chunks of wood gently shake.

There were no survivors.

She looks up at the sky.

Clouds are embedded. It was not a cloud from heaven. It was a cloud beating in the ground. The clouds coming up from underground were much darker, much darker, and heavier in body odor.

The whole ocean was crying out loud.

We must... avoid it.

She drives the boat.

It wasn't just my hometown that disappeared. Neighbor villages. Neighbor villages. Neighborhood. Neighborhood. All the villages that had been stuck to a single piece of life were gone, clamming like clams on the shore.

Are You Alive?

Each of the missing villages leaves a survivor behind. Just like you.

I'm alive.

The waves are crying. I keep crying.

Those who survived knew how to smell the waves just like me. I nodded, she nodded.

I know. I can feel the waves of tears too.

Many died. God is angry. Do we have to die too?

You must avoid it. Come on. We gotta get out of here. Follow me.

Where?

To the largest village.

I drove the boat.

One became two. Two to three, four to five, sixteen. They were all survivors. Sixteen survivors meant the death of sixteen villages. Only the best surfers in the villages survived.

They're all dead.

There were no survivors in the largest village.

No one. Nothing.

.......

She looks back.

One day, there were thirty sailors.

Every time I crossed the village and went to the next, the language of the survivors changed with me.

Where are you going now?

The first survivor sounds just like himself. I could understand it all.

Should Wu ■ die?

From the time I crossed the six villages, the sound started to fade. I couldn't understand it all. Still, there was no problem mixing sound and sound.

■ One thousand bees ■. God's wrath.

After the twelve villages, the sounds cried strangely. My ears twitch. My eyebrows narrow and my ears can understand, but it's hard.

"Weeping."

After twenty-four villages, she doesn't recognize the sound. I couldn't understand it all.

You can only feel the tears in the waves.

That was the only thing they had in common.

.......

I looked up at the sky.

For decades, the world was dark.

It's cold. The fishermen shrug. I covered my flesh with straws as much as I could, but I hit my teeth. Tak, someone's still knocking their teeth out. Tak. Tak. She, I, calmly heard the sound of the teeth.

You must avoid it.

As?

Somewhere.

It was iced.

For thousands of years, the era of bringing humankind comfortable rainwater and waves came to an end with Bayah. The volcano was just a little bit ahead of the end. I knew this from knowledge and she knew it from instinct.

South, down the coast, south. Along washed away villages and abandoned ruins, south, south.

■ ■ ■ ■!

How many villages have they passed?

■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■! ■ ■ ■!

Suddenly, there were over sixty boatmen following her. She finally made it to the 'surviving village’, but she couldn't understand the shouts of the 'villagers’. Not even a little.

The villagers are holding spears of a prophet. You hurl a stone. Their spear pierces the chest of the survivor, and the stone breaks its head. Splash. splash. The body falls from the boat.

The man you met in the first village turns around.

Do we have to die?

Questions I've always received.

And for the first time, she opened her lips and replied.

No.

There's been a massacre.

The boatman picked up a stone knife and killed the 'villagers’. Including her, the survivors were the most outstanding masons of all time. Killing people was always easier than riding a boat.

What are these people saying?

After the fight, she calls in the 48 survivors of the village and asks. He was a fisherman who lived relatively close to here, though. I could still hear the sound here.

■ ■ ……. ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■......!

"I think we're about to be punished by the gods."

The 48th survivor translated. Saying you're not being exact.

And he told us he was a pirate.

"Pirates? What do pirates mean?

It seems to be someone from the sea.

From that village, survivors were no longer called "fishermen," but "pirates."

Sixty pirates have risen to ninety. More. More. More. More. As the wreckage of a shipwreck gathers and swells together, all the survivors of the village of the sea come to her, as the young beasts skin each other on a cold day.

This one.

The world is ending.

The boatman filters out the sound of another boatman.

■ ■ ■ ■.

Everyone is dead.

§ ■ ■ Figure ■ ■ ■ ■

Should we die too?

A hundred fishermen look at her.

And now she knew what she had to do, what she could do, what she wanted to do. It was as obvious as the smell of waves.

No.

In front of 200 people.

No.

Even in front of 300 people.

No.

She replied the same way.

You must avoid it. Follow Me.

500 ships followed her.

■ ■ ■ ■!

There was a fight wherever I went. I didn't know why I had to fight. However, it was clear what could be gained by fighting. Grain was hidden in the 'villages not destroyed’. You have clothes. You have sharp stone knives.

There was no reason to refuse the fight.

■ ■ ■! ■ ■. ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■......!

South, down the coast, south. Sweeping the town, throwing away the ruins. South.

■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■!

The world was cold.

The world was dark.

Just like a white shell clinging to an ocean cliff, the world didn't end while I was stuck here, just holding my nails up.

■ ■ ■.......

Cheapskate.

Under the burning ‘main village’, she swings her sword.

■ ■ ■ ■.......

■ ■, ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■.......!

■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■.......

‘Big villagers’ shed tears.

Looking around the corpses, she suddenly said, looking at the ‘big villager’ who is not yet the corpse, but will soon be.

What are these people saying?

.......

She summons the survivors of the twelve villages. The twelfth survivor summons the 32nd survivor. The thirty-second, fifteenth and hundredth, hundredth and 172nd.

Why do you want to hear what these people are saying?

Soon, I asked for the 500th time. In order to exchange questions and answers once and for a hundred and eighty times, he needed dozens of translators. Dozens of people chattered.

Like a wave.

Like a wave, like a wave, like a wave. The fishermen whispered to each other dozens of times.

These ‘townspeople’ are shamans.

She also whispered.

They know the magic of silencing sound.

She picks up a slab and shows it to the fishermen. The painting was taken. I didn't know how to read or write.

But that's how magic works.

If it's their magic, we can make a sound.

"Why do you want to leave our voices? Waves only wave when struck. The sound disappears. That's the work of the wave, and we follow the work of the wave.

This is the ‘Somewhere' we can avoid.

She points to the clay plate. One of them looked at the fisherman in the eye and said, They wanted to see this place, this place.

You must avoid it. This is where I told you to follow me. We're here. Tell me.

…….

What are these people saying?

The waves have stopped.

I don't know.

The 500th wave said:

I don't know.

…….

I don't know what they're saying.

He said he didn't know about the 262nd wave. The 17th wave, the hundredth wave, the 50th wave, the 32nd wave, the 12th wave, said they didn't know. The waves swept away and made a sound.

No one knows.

The waves come to her feet and last resounding.

…….

And the sound of the waves disappears.

…….

Only the waves were shed tears.

…….

I felt the smell of tears. Very close. And she knew why it never stopped smelling. I knew this would happen.

Towards the blazing fire, she throws the clay tablets.

Where should I go now?

I'm sorry.

Tak, and.

Lee ■ Where should I go?

I'm sorry.

The flames are burning.

Where to?

I'm sorry.

Tak, the fire is burning. Tak. Tak.

■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■?

I'm sorry.

Quiet.

[Trauma implementation complete.]

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

[Penalty closed.]

5.

I think I heard a wave somewhere.

“You--, what the hell were you thinking!? ”

I stood up staggering.

"......."

The procedure to return 24 hours ago was not operational.

This is the first floor underground. The flow of time is different from the other layers. Or will the pillars as managers randomly brake the skill? Since there is no fox by my side now, my timeline does not have absolute priority.

Either way.

- It's rolling...

Noise is right in front of me.

There was a life that became noisy.

Now I can't make any noises, just growl. Whatever.Hickory! It rushes at me, bound in chains.

“So, by using trauma, you can live the life of the dead? So, you can judge more accurately than me, who knows nothing about watching? Is that your answer? Ha.”

I drew my sword.

“Yeah, maybe. But didn't you say you have to ask the soul yourself? Even if you see trauma, no matter how close you get, the soul doesn't speak for itself."

And then I cut the noise.

"-----what?"

The wizard opened his mouth and had no time to stop it. My blade has cracked the noise. Noise cuts lightly, not screaming, but probably already screaming.

The noise dissipates like ashes.

“Party, God. Now, what are you... …."

Card open.

[Activates skill.]

It's the gold I got early.

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[White walker reincarnation]

Rank: SSS

Effect: Summons those you killed yourself. The deceased do not inherit the power of life. But if you want, the lion inherits your memories and appearance in real life. If you don't want to, you can only be summoned as a monster.

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I've lived a lifetime of noise.

By doing so, I identified the [coordinates] of the noise.

I slashed the screams that became noise. Him.

Thus, it was possible to [summon] noise.

Therefore.

[Rebirth will be activated.]

All conditions were met.

The ash disappears from the air, turning back to black lye from the bottom. The black water was getting more and more shaped.

The eyes I know, the face I know.

With a gesture that was once mine.

"......."

A man with blue eyes, like the sea, blinked and looked at me.

There was silence everywhere.

The ancient staff gazes this way with its mouth closed. The other pillars did not speak.

In this moment, only I and she were allowed to speak.

"......."

She opens her mouth.

“Who are you? ”

Somewhere.

I think I hear waves.

“Hello."

I told you.

Not the first language I learned at birth, but not the language that the tower automatically translates, but the sound of her life learning with her ears and mouth. Rugged and rough. Keeps the ocean in check. A short while ago, they came from a distant sea and hit a cliff, white-white, vanished. With the sound of the waves.

I was able to say her name.

“The first wave. ”

And what will become of her.

“I am your last wave. ”

I'm going to be somewhere for you.