The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

“Hundred million.”

Tuck on the desk, one of the cabinets.

It was my severance pay and death benefit.

100 million. It's ridiculous. I'll give you more if you die of cancer.

“The Master is sorry to hear about the retirement of the historical hunter. ”

“With words? Why don't you put some more money in?" ”

“I'm sorry, that's not my call. ”

Yeah, I know. They put me in there because I'm worth 100 million.

Survivor and veteran hunter who fought monsters on the front lines for 15 years.

However, as a rank F Hunter who did not possess superpowers, I was only a guild member with a slightly longer disposable chopsticks and the same value. We've been together for 12 years, from the third year as a hunter to the founding of the guild to the resurrection, but we can only see 100 million return.

I understand.

I've tried harder than anyone else, but the world wants someone more valuable than someone who tries. Since I was just a chopstick that was worthless, I think I'm retired for chopsticks.

I haven't seen that woman who came to give me 100 million. It must be someone's subordinate. Well, better than me.

“Well, have a good time. ”

Looking back at the woman who was returning, I leaned against her bed in the room.

“Haha. Shit. ”

It's incurable.

I heard there's something strange in my heart, and they have no idea what it is. I was a rotten grave, even though the doctor said it would be hard to survive this year.

Fifteen years. Best F rank hunter ever, right? Given that the average time of activities for the disabled hunters was one to two years, I lived longer than I thought.

Hunters who don't know when they will die like this are hard to insure, and they used to play a role in the guild, but if Hunter dies, the money goes back to the family like insurance.

But I don't have a family.

That's why that death benefit came to me about to die. No one's complaining, so it's 100 million. At least billions have gone back to the family of Frank hunters who had already died a few more years ago and retired.

Why didn't you die sooner?

In breaking news, citizens · · · · · · · of the death of the Rank A Hunter maintainer in 109th place in the country.

On TV, news of the death of a known A-rank hunter burned alive a few days ago. I heard there are hundreds of billions going back to the maintenance man's family. Even though it would be 100 million or 100 billion dead anyway, I couldn't help but feel bad.

I've lived a long time.

I think so.

“Fuck. ”

I can't even cry when I feel miserable. I'd rather die from a monster on the battlefield than feel this way if there weren't even a corpse left. I didn't mean to be prestigious, but the idea that I would rather die by a monster than die this miserable death reigns over my head.

I want to protest against Moora.

I wanted to run to the guild master and ask him if he would kick me out.

But the guild master of Lost Day, as I know him, was cold-blooded, and will probably keep quiet until I die and clean up after him. I'm on a deadline tomorrow. Moreover, even if it wasn't a deadline, ordinary hunters can't fight large corporations alone.

Lean your head against the bed and sigh.

“Hundred million. First time I've touched the big money. I'll buy you something delicious tomorrow. ”

*

The procedure to discharge was not difficult.

How much pain medication do you take? Press the button on the bracelet if it hurts. If you die, the sensor will respond and the hospital will take care of it.

Thirty years ago, the appearance of a monster made the world change, and it was rare to discharge a dying patient like me, but there was a king. There were insufficient seats in the sickroom, and there was no one to stop the deadly Hunter from quietly ending his life outside the hospital. It was a story that had been lost for 30 years, but the system still remained.

An old five-story villa. The building that has already been built more than 50 years ago is my home. If there is a problem, there is no elevator.

“Shit. ”

Half a year ago, when something I didn't know about the heart started as a prison sentence, I couldn't do any violent activities at all. A little strenuous activity can cause shock and render you stunned. You live with a bomb in your heart.

In other words, I had to rest dozens of times on the stairs to get to my house on only the fourth floor in a five-story villa.

‘I can't even spend money because of my health. ’

I'd rather be cooped up in my house and eat all the food I haven't had to order. It was originally said that the Last Supper was not very lavish.

Jiaying!!

I barely got home and was resting my head on the porch, and my smartphone rang.

[Leu Jin Soo: Seodam]

Ryu Jin Soo: You said you were discharged]

Taylor Nine: What??? Really?]

Ryujin Soo: Why didn't you call me?

“Huh. How did he know? ”

This Dantock Room, which has seven people in total, is the kind of motivation we all promised to walk to Hunter 15 years ago. Me and them made our debut at the same time, but now we're all on different paths.

Some became world-class superstars, some became S-rank hunters, some became world-class masters.

And as they moved on, I was still just an F rank end hunter. I didn't like this Dantokbang very much in a miserable mood. I would ask for help, and I thought about it, but it would be impossible. I had a rare relationship with them and thought they could shake a lost day.

I used to rarely chat here, but at the end of the day, I replied with the thought of saying something.

[Testimony: not a big deal.]

You should have said that first.

[Taylor Nine: I'm discharged, so I'm going to Korea for a while]

[Taylor Nine: Clear the house]

A blurry smile flashes across her beautiful, silver-haired face.

I heard the discharge news somehow, but very few people knew because I was reluctant to reveal my heart. However, it was my last consolation that many of my old colleagues and Hunters who heard the news in some way came to see me and contacted me again.

There was a bunch of flowers in the room that I gave to people who thought I would soon be able to clean up and get out of the hospital.

But I didn't build up a relationship.

I'll have to tell you eventually. Jo is not the main actor of the monk who dies hiding incurable diseases like me. After roughly throwing my cell phone, I checked the mail while I was in the hospital.

Most of them come every month for rent, water taxes, smartphone prices, hunting arrangements, and there were a few things that stood out.

Hunter Association invitation? Why are you doing this? ’

Why would a F rank hunter like me do that?

When I checked the mail with that thought, it made sense.

I tried to invite various veteran hunters for at least a decade to discuss the Hunter industry, but there are very few Hunters who have survived as incapacitated for more than a decade. Honestly, I think I know enough to count with ten fingers, even if it's not me.

‘· · · I didn't have a good memory going to this place. ’

You can't have it anyway. One hunter, a crippled hunter who survived more than a decade, is about to retire. When I folded it up and checked the rest of the mail, I could see the white envelope of the most recent.

It was a very unusual material. I'd like to think I've ever touched such a soft piece of paper with such tenderness in my life.

Is it new material?

But it was not written down who sent it. Just ‘To. It just has a pretty bold letter, "The Chronicle."

As I slowly opened the envelope, there was a piece of paper inside.

And a powerful phrase to rob me of my gaze.

[Do you want life expectancy?]

Maybe this time.

I must have been possessed by a ghost.

You can call me crazy.

I nodded my head at the strange phrase that suddenly appeared, but it didn't explain anything else.

Turn the paper slowly and you'll see another text.

[Do you want to live longer?]

Turn the paper over again.

[If you could live a long time, would you want to live a better life afterwards?]

[Aren't you tired of a life without talent, ability, power, money, life expectancy?]

“· · · · · · Then what? ”

And then I flipped the paper over again.

[If only you could hunt the protagonist who led you into the path of defeat with your own two hands.]

[What would you like to do?]

I take what's mine and make it mine.

It was common logic in the age of Pharmaceutical Heritage, but I nodded with a hollow smile.

“Of course, fuck it, I'll cover my back and forth. ”

Let's do it.

A translucent hologram appeared before my eyes.

[Your remaining lifespan: 10 days 21 hours 39 minutes 23 seconds]

It's the rest of my life.

That hologram was telling me that only 10 days were allowed for me.

< Then sign with me. >

< I want to send you a quest for 'protagonist hunt'. >

Before I wonder if that's real.

The body is dying at the end of the day.

Ordinarily, an unbelieving vigilante may have come and evoked hope, but he may have been seduced.

That's why.

Here, there will be no one who won't nod.

< Contract has been concluded. >

End of the First Hunting Quest (1)