The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

A world for protagonists (2)

“The protagonist? ”

But, something's wrong. I didn't see any protagonist level, I couldn't even grasp the episode or the flow of the story.

However, there was one thing that was certain. That ‘reasonable likelihood’ surrounds her. That was enough to convince her that she was a protagonist.

Then, why did the protagonist suddenly come to Earth? And why is she carrying the chaos of Hell Gate all over her?

The question bites the tail and stretches. The woman looked at me and smiled.

“We're all the protagonists in our lives. ”

That was a joke, Puck. It's like treating a child.

“What are you talking about? What the hell are you? ”

“Are you asking because you don't know? Don't humans even have the intellectual ability to figure anything out for themselves? Then I'm disappointed.I thought the main hunter was a little different. ”

“What? ”

At this moment, I had a creep all over me. I have never told anyone that I am the main hunter. At least if someone explained it in the footsteps, it would be Araceli.

I explained to Seol Jong-yeon or Taylor that I'm just going to go to the scene and make a homicide request, so only the client knows that I'm the main hunter.

"No way. Besides you, do you know anything about the main hunter? ’

I asked the client in my hesitation, and she replied in a slightly sunk voice.

Swallow the dried saliva. Yeah, somewhere with an eternal secret. I don't know much about the protagonist hunter either, but I never thought this was my secret. I always thought so, so I could be a little more calm.

“I come from the world you love so much, Hell Gate. You're guessing, aren't you? Hoo-hoo, cute human. ”

Yes. I felt like I was from Hell Gate. However, I had no idea there was such a high level of intelligence inside Hell Gate.

“So, are you the main character of Hell Gate? ”

It was a premise that didn't make sense. Hell Gate was the place where all dimensions of debris gathered in the first place. However, if even Hell Gate is treated as a single dimension, maybe there is a protagonist, depending on the probability?

“Think as you wish. Anyway, it doesn't matter if you figure it out. ”

“Meaningless? ”

“You are an obstacle to our perfect world. I have no idea why I'm keeping you alive. ”

Let him live? Who? Do you like me?

But I couldn't go on thinking. Because she raised her hand as she unravelled her life.

There were many heroes of the SS rank level here, so if you fight properly, you can certainly achieve a whirlwind, but how strong can you be against an enemy who has received ‘protagonist correction'.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

The moment I thought about it.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt fell from the dry sky. It's not uncommon, but what happens if you really don't have a grudge.

And the thunderbolt fell to the heroine of Hell Gate, exactly.

Push-rip!

Because of the lightning, smoke blooms from her body. You can't do damage to a creature that powerful as lightning.

However, if there is anything unusual.

‘At this crucial moment, what happened to the protagonist? ’

The protagonist is the blessed being of the world. Rather, I don't know if the lightning strikes, or if the alien falls, or if he is blessed with the skill to lead the situation even more favourably.

Suddenly something unexpected happens? Unlike such a pure questioner, her complexion instantly paled.

“Now, wait a minute, this isn't it. Wait, I'm a real, purely intentional person. ”

Hey!

A chilly breeze blows. Despite no popularity measure and no glance, she narrated in the air, blurring.

Sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes looking at the ground, sometimes looking at clouds, sometimes looking at mountains.

“This, that's not it. ”

I talk all over the place.

“Are you crazy? ”

The protagonist? Suddenly?

As I panicked, Lacanthal raised his hand. He had a cane with blue crystals in his hand.

“Hit her. ”

He was working as a leader among the handicapped, so the heroes of the handicapped or the refugees immediately accepted the order.

Although most of them had lost their strength or were so sick that they could not fight, it was quite easy to deal with that woman who was out of her mind because there were five heroes of the presumptive rank SS and the battle sense was not gone anywhere.

Honestly, it was embarrassing.

Why aren't you fighting back? ’

Until just now, a woman who looked at me with the look of a patriot who had lost all her priesthood and lost the whole country.

My wings were torn, my skin was broken, my eyes were ruptured, and my face was looking at me.

Replace '· · · · · ·. ’

Finally, she slowly breaks her lips as she shed a drop of tears.

“There is no place for you in our perfect new world. ”

“What?”

“Because · · · · · ·. ”

She said her last words with an angry or desperate expression.

“It's a world for the protagonists. ”

Spatula! At the same time as the words were over, her neck fell off.

Hunt [렅 듖 쁦 뙛 ᆬ] to level up 7!]

[Do you have talent and skills? 귲 궞 귲 꽐 꽐 꽐 꽐 꽐 꽐 꽐\

[Much longer life span]

A message came to mind that he had hunted the protagonist.

But I couldn't take my eyes off her corpse for a while.

Because even though the protagonist was dead, there was no sense of 'probability recovery’ that had to appear at that moment.

‘What the hell happened? ’

She must be the protagonist. Because at the same time as death, I was absorbed by 'likelihood'. However, the nature of the world that blessed her did not change at all.

Like there were no protagonists in the first place.

"So, what the hell is she? ’

*

After the incident was short-circuited, I went to the hospital in Rahbar, Iran. It was for extremely political reasons.

Bloop! Bloop!

Journalists shove cameras in and ask.

Hunter! Why did you help the hostiles?

Iran was a country that had no interaction with Korea since the Great War and since the defeat of Chuck. Then I helped Iran, one of the most famous hunters in South Korea, so it's no wonder the reporters got mixed up.

Even that's it.

Even the ‘strangers’ who were to be revealed when they were all ready were revealed.

Tell me about the unidentified heterosexuals!

I had to hold a press conference, but it wasn't the time yet. When Srank's psychic surveillance team from the Hunters' Association blocked the way for journalists, I was able to enter the hospital relatively easily.

Lahvar, who looked like a boy, lay in a huge one-man room that could be used by any aristocrat. She was so fine that she could be mistaken for a woman if she kept her eyes closed.

“I took a deep breath thanks to you. I don't want to thank you.”

“Thank you in front of the camera. ”

“Well, I should. I've already written a script for that time. ”

I look at Rahbar's ankle fluently. It is quite difficult to recover a completely cut body. Perhaps, he won't walk his whole life.

“Mind?”

“It would be a lie if it wasn't used. ”

This is the second meeting with Rahbar. I have no feelings for him. I came here for very business reasons. However, if you see a hunter who has a deficiency in his body during the battle, your mind is uncomfortable.

That must be because I'm still living on the battlefield.

“I'd rather be good. It's really good. ”

“Yes? ”

When I answered Rahbar's words, he rarely said with a genuine smile.

“Now, you can go anywhere, right? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

It was ironic. It was only after losing two legs that I was able to move freely that I gained my freedom.

To defend Iran, Rahbar rooted all his life on this land and controlled even his own freedom. It was because I thought that I would be able to defend this land.

He was the best leader in Iran, but wanted to save someone else to take his place. Srank's psychics, foreigners, mercenaries, anyone who could hire with money as it stood tried to make it into their own hands.

But it was a waste of time.

Even if we tried to root down the earth and detect and control the whole land, there was a limit.

“But thanks to this incident, I realized that the most important thing was for the ruler to reveal himself to the world and reassure the people. Thank you very much. ”

· · · Approximately, to summarize his remarks.

I will abandon my foolishness about the foreigners, so I will mean to be on my own.

“Thank you.”

I bowed my head to him and left the hospital.

Journalists are still baffled. The Hunters of the Association were blocking it, but it was impossible to deter their originality.

I decided to get out of here anyway.

“Yes. I helped Rahbar in Iran, and I got what I deserved. ”

Scratch! Every time the shutter explodes, you hear the illusion of the sun shining. It's because there were so many reporters.

“The existence of xenophobia is also true. I've heard about the xenophobia that lived on Earth, and I'm going to help them to be assimilated to society on Earth. However, the excessive stalking that stresses them will never forgive me. ”

My last words hardened the expression of some journalists. Journalists who have already secretly attached superpowers to foreigners.

Just try to catch it.I 'll just give you a harpoon with a dark smile.

And finally, I added a word.

“After today, the Guild Announcer League will begin preparations for the Hell Gate expedition. ”

From now on, it is a step towards a real goal.

*

Distant dimension.

The continent of the world, with its audio-visual private magic academy · · · · ·, is one of the most rural corners of the world.

Araceli Reinkal was living in a small hut.

Araceli was enjoying the relaxation of the world of Malia, which allowed her to disembark the giant tower due to her caring attitude.

Wii · · · · · ·.

Whenever the wind blows, there will be green waves. Looking quietly at the fields stretched out to the end of the horizon, it became one with the cold breeze that smashed into its cheeks.

If the professor starts traveling soon, Araceli can immediately detect it. Even though the ‘time axis’ is severely twisted, every time I go to a different time zone, it doesn't matter.

If you can see him, that's enough satisfaction.

I'm going to close my eyes while I think about it.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Araceli, who had a twinkle and a creep all over his body, hurriedly stood up.

‘What, what? ’

Very instantaneous, but I couldn't detect the energy of the message. Until now, even though it was a dimension that was far away, the energy of the will was always connected to his soul.

But I couldn't really feel Charlna's moments.

The great wizard of the 9th Circle does not exist. If she felt that way, something really unknown would happen.

“Replace · · · · · ·. ”

As if her story was awkward, she set up her sleep that night.

Ends