SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

“The last wave? ”

“Yes.”

“What does the last wave mean? ”

She looked at me. The blue eyes. They are closer to the eyes of the beast than the eyes of the modern man. They did not distinguish between man and beast, nor did they distinguish between man and the sea at all.

I told you.

“I can hear all of you. ”

"......."

“From the second wave to the 581st wave. I hear what you're saying. ”

It said, "I can interpret all the languages of your warriors." Yeah, I could say that. But I spoke in her voice. I wanted to tell you.

with meaningless pronunciations and untraceable words, like a village swept away on the seashore without even leaving a ruin. In memory of the destruction, I said in a voice that only two people can now exchange in the world.

"You don't have to go to the village. You don't have to go to the big village. I'm your last wave, and this is the last town in the world."

"......."

She looked at me. There were no ripples in the blue eyes. Suspicions, doubts, embarrassments, embarrassments, and emotions were all printed on the eyes in everyone's life. There were no prints on her eyes.

“Are you a god? ”

“I want to be your God. ”

A short distance away, you hear an ancient staff inhaling. But she doesn't look back. I didn't avoid her eyes one bit either.

“Tell me your wish. ”

“Wishes?"

“Yes, you can go anywhere. Which town do you want to go to? This is a big town. All the villages are here. I'll take you where you want to go. ”

"......."

She blinks. Once, twice. Three. Her eyelids move back and forth, like a wave backing away from a fine beach.

"Show me the sound-catching spell. ”

"Yes."

I turned my head.

“Can you bring me some ink? ”

"......."

The ancient staff bit his lip. Through every spell, the greatest wizard in the tower had his eyebrows trembling. On behalf of such a wizard, the person who brought the ink bottle was [Wonder Girl].

“Here.”

“Thank you.”

“Then why ink? Four Kings.”

The princess carefully raised my face.

“Wouldn't it be easier if I brought you a piece of paper and a pen? ”

“The pen would be strange. If you've never held a pencil before, it's hard to write. But you get used to it quickly with your bare hands. So it's easy to put ink on your fingertips and just use it on the ground. ”

The princess listened to me. Slowly, I nodded once after hearing everything.

“Yes. Yes. ”

One more time.

“I suppose so.”

A low voice rang.

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I think I hear a wave somewhere.

“What is this? ”

“Ink. Black water. ”

“Does it hurt?"

“It doesn't hurt. I'll teach you how to do magic with this. ”

I squatted on the floor. She shrunk, too. The pillars surround us and watch silently. We gave them no eyes, and made the White Stone Floor our own drawing paper.

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“This will silence the sound. ”

I wrote on the bottom. Your fingertips are blackened. They are blackened on the floor. She glances down at the Black Wave in the White Sea.

“You try it too. ”

“Yes.”

Her fingertips are blackened.

Half a day passed.

Hannah passed the day.

One day passed.

Her fingernails are black, her fingers are black, and her palms are black. Drawn and drawn on the floor, the white sea is filled with endless black waves. The pillars watched us without being moved.

The convention chair was vast. The paper was almost limitless. We gradually moved into a crouched position, widening the black waves by a handful.

Fingerprints were smeared on every wave of the sea she drew.

Three days, maybe four. Time has proven our time in a meaningless underground abyss, where only traces of the ocean have blown around us.

If you look closely, it was all wooden plywood. The wrecked pieces are swept away by the sea. She was writing a letter. Splash. She rows with her splash, splash, and fingers, as she knows the way to the Black Sea.

“Do you know now? ”

“Yes.”

So I'm hearing the sound of the waves.

“I know.”

I asked the princess to get some clay. The surface was soft because it wasn't stiff yet.

"......."

She blinks at the clay board in front of her. That was her tension. This was her "somewhere." Her hometown was submerged in the sea, and many villages were submerged in the sea, an island she went to find.

Put a small island in front of your eyes.

She rows.

I love the sea.

The waves hit.

We love the sea.

The waves hit.

The waves shed tears.

Fingerprints.

We also shed tears.

Slowly.

But I love the sea.

Blue eyes looked up at me.

“Am I dead? ”

I nodded my head to let you know that she has now arrived at the island village.

“Yes. Do you want to live? ”

“People.”

She said.

“I killed a lot of people. ”

“I can't live anymore. A lot of people died. I'm sorry, I can't live anymore. ”

She looked at me.

A wave breaks from the sea resembling eyes.

“Thank you.”

I think I heard a wave somewhere.

“Thank you.”

[You save the faithful.]

[The first wave becomes your follower.]

And...

The waves sank.

"......."

All that was left was black writing on the bottom. The first wave subsides between the wrecked pieces. As her hometown did, the man who sank into the sea was unseen. She was able to hold her breath in the sea for the first time.

"......."

The pillars say nothing.

“…… why. ”

After a long time, perhaps just a short while, the ancient staff opens its lips and makes a voice between its broken teeth.

“Why haven't you assigned it to the Heavenly Floor? ”

“I don't assign. I just heard where I wanted to go. Heaven is where I want to go. The waves went to the island I wanted to go to. ”

I hold the clay planks in both hands.

Into someone's little island, I held him in my arms.

And I wrapped it up in error. Before my waters overflow and the island's fine beaches get wet.

I hope people don't burn people.

If I am the path of fire, it is only a fire to roast the sounds of men.

“So, that's it. ”

"......."

The ancient staff bit his lip.

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[Two Four Kings, one Vote of Abstinence, two Ancient Staffs.]

There was still a lot of noise.

Hundreds.

The noise the wizard summoned was filling a vast council hall.

I surrendered myself to one of those people who still remained noisy.

The noise took my life.

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They took my life, and I took theirs, and I brought their lives here as I did the first wave.

And I talked.

“Hey, where am I? Where the hell am I? ”

Someone was embarrassed.

He was a merchant who had been selling fur all his life.

You left the trade route and were attacked by nomads and killed. The merchant was unfair. He was willing to pay for his own life. Taking his own life didn't help the nomads much. But the fools didn't even know how simple it was.

Why the knife, not the money. Why not make a deal with yourself?

Why is the world so endless?

“…… Who are you? ”

Someone was alert.

It was a paladin dedicated to the battlefield of his life.

I died hoping that God would show up at the end. The knight groans. If there is a god in the world, he will come from the most miserable and unfortunate place. Only the most miserable and unfortunate battlefields were reported. To hell, believing that God does not appear, to a more terrible place, and yet he does not appear, to a more terrible place, and to hell.

Is it still not enough? Is it still less painful for God to reach out?

Why can't the world be saved?

“I don't want to die! Please…… Help me, I can't die yet! ”

Someone was begging.

A lot of people did.

The person who died of starvation because of the drought, the person who was choked by the fire, and the next year after the famine turned the child among the villagers and ate human beings. That day, the person who burned the village and was stabbed on the axe of the villagers opened his eyes again, blindfolded, and the adult in the neighbor looked down at him and suddenly felt sleepy.

Why,

And people killed the sound.

Why is the world here?

“I'm fine.”

I said that to anyone who wanted to go to the island.

“You can throw it away if you want to. ”

It was really okay.

“You can go to another world that you don't want to throw away. ”

I asked them, myself.

“Where would you like to go? ”

The merchant wanted to go to Geumcheon ( ). I wanted to breathe in a world of golden light. The merchant did not want a life where rationality would kill him under a foolish blade.

The knight wanted to go to Cheol . From one beautiful grain to one shrub of leaves, I thought that if everything sang, everything would be God. He cried, saying that he wanted to smile in a world where there is no need to look.

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[Three Four Kings, one Vote of Abstinence, one Ancient Staff.]]

One last step.

[Activates skill.]

I have shared my gold with them.

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[Skull of a Humerus Dragon]

Rank: SSS +

Effect: Stores the memory of the living. Stored memory is contained in the Box. This box can only be destroyed by the owner of the skill.

Unless the box is destroyed, you can produce the body of the person who inherits the same memory several times. Your body will be able to build new memories around the world and "update" this experience back into the box. Of course, if you let me!

If a person's body is destroyed, the box will not be hit. Give immortality to those around you.

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That's how I brought the white walkers back.

like Sylvia Evinile and Estelle, Samaritan, the children of Macheon, the runners.

[Hippopotamus Dragon Crate Activates.]

[The Hippopotamus Dragon Crate is complete.]

I gave my body to the noises who became my white walkers.

“You've chosen a world to live in. ”

Regret's reel watch.

I've lived with their trauma and taken their memories.

Reincarnation.

I retrieved their memories and summoned them.

Skull of a Humerus Dragon.

I gave them memories and bodies if they wanted.

“You want to live, so you have to live in the world. ”

The chairman was quiet.

There was no more roaring noise.

Hundreds of eyes, hundreds of breaths saw me.

I looked around, and I looked at the people looking at me, and I said,

“Live in a world you'll love. ”

"......."

“Tell me if you want to throw it away. Let me know if you want to go somewhere. But now everything you choose, everything you say, all that contempt, all that love, is yours. Take life. Take responsibility for what you love. Then I will be responsible for the inevitable deaths. ”

I told you.

“Good luck to you all. ”

The white light surrounds them.

Everyone left for the island they wanted to go to.

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The Chairman became silent.

"......."

The ancient staff lowers its head. I don't lift my head. The pillars just quietly, without saying anything, turn their gaze to their master.

Duck.

The tower master stood up and walked to me.

“Kim Gong-ja. ”

The tower grabbed my left hand and stroked the back of my hand.

“Four Kings."

“Yes."

“You will gain power. I'll be able to give you a little bit of protection. It's going to be a complete constellation, undeniable. ”

The bright eyes looked up at me.

“From this moment on, you'll just be called the Screaming Sky. ”

I hear voices.

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[Five Four Kings, Zero Withdrawal, Zero Ancient Staff.]]

["Lord of all life," bless the sky that collects screams.]

From now on, that was my name.