The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

The next day.

After spending the night in Eulwang Lee's lodging, the librarian left early in the morning and took out his tablet leaving the entrance and distance of the dungeon.

Unlike yesterday evening, there were many scientific devices at the entrance of the dungeon that looked like a door, which is said to allow them to identify and enter the waves and patterns of the anomaly dungeon.

To be honest, there was a very sad aftermath that it was a very great machine, but less than 20% of the success rate of the malformation dungeon.

“Oh, your house was nice. Your fucking shoulders. ”

“I don't have a bed in my house. ”

Taylor stopped him from staying in a military barracks, and they spent the night in a pretty reasonable motel nearby. It's natural that a bed is more comfortable than a home in Seodam without a bed. Nevertheless, Taylor rubs his shoulders to see if the dragonflies were uncomfortable.

“Your house is strangely familiar. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

He kept his mouth shut because he didn't want to hear from the squatter.

With the exception of the historical narrative, the entrance to the Malformed Dungeon was filled with numerous researchers, scholars, interpreters, and guilds. The large guilds, including the International Anomaly Organization, had occasionally received a machine to interpret the anomaly, and they were all trying to interpret the bizarre dungeon that appeared in Incheon by their own power.

However, they were hardly doing any research.

A giant machine from Lost Day was buzzing around.

This dungeon was interpreted entirely on Lost Day.

That black machine with the guild crest on Lost Day was a binary interpreter that was made from hundreds of billions. It seemed that if it became a ‘timeover’, it would spread through the media that something bad would happen and then try to disseminate it in the way that they solved it.

Taylor Nine watches as they touch the giant machine with bored eyes and looks at Seodam.

“· · · · · · But what are you going to do with a machine the size of your face? ”

“Just.”

Most of the researchers here were equipped with decent equipment. Not only did three famous interpreters of at least A rank come here, but also dozens of papers related to the dungeon, and compared to the guild carrying a machine the size of Pocrane, there was only one tablet with an apple pattern.

“Why don't you just date me in the right dungeon? ”

“You're the only crazy woman in the world who wants to date in a dungeon. ”

“That's why I'm more attractive. Isn't that right?”

“You're on your own. ”

“What? There's no such thing as a crazy bitch dating alone! ”

“You're a crazy bitch. ”

Serdam shakes his hand at the annoying Taylor and slowly looks over the magic book on his tablet.

I'm sure.

Although it was written in a letter different from the magic of the Vivianta Mado Empire, the magic of the Juleca Empire also adhered to the basic principles.

In Vivianta, the formula that was written (a + bc) was written in Juleca (plus). I could not interpret the language because it was not related to the protagonist, because the 'protagonist hunter’ skill was not activated, but I could tell what it was systematically.

Impossible to interpret. Impossible to understand.

I'm just saying I can understand what the problem is.

‘This · · · ·. Magic is a mess, right?’

The door magic was surprisingly simple. A structure that opens just by blowing magic into it. But the circuits that connected the magic lines were torn, erased, and broken.

With a pen on the tablet, Serdam slowly connects the magic circuits. I had taken a few pictures of the books in the Academy on my smartphone before, but when I returned to Earth, they were all erased, so I had to rely solely on my memory. I couldn't study properly enough for just two months, so I had to make this much effort · · · · · ·.

‘The framework is already complete, so it should be reasonably restored. ’

Soon, after the restoration of the sorcerer through the tablet, the narrative arose.

As he approaches the entrance of the dungeon, Taylor Nine follows behind as he snatches a yawn.

“Please wait. We are analyzing the pattern of the dungeon now, so please stand down." ”

Hunters fight. They do not have this knowledge. That's why the soldier who was escorting the researchers tried to stop him said.

“I was also interpreting the pattern of the dungeon. ”

“Yes? But you're not a · · · hunter? ”

“Is there a law against Hunters? ”

Nothing.

And there was no law telling Hunter not to approach. I'm just restraining Hunters from going in and out to make it easier for researchers to operate.

“Oh, yes · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The researchers glanced at me as the soldiers gave me a suspicious expression.

“What?”

“Hunters are bothering me again. ”

“You're not going to be able to do anything, but you're going to stay still. ”

You hear researchers rambling, but the sermon doesn't bother you much. Researchers were talking about Hunter, but they couldn't talk about it.

Of course, not all of them.

“Aren't you the historical hunter? ”

One of the researchers in a white robe spoke to Saddam. On his shoulders, smiling single-handedly, was the mark of Lost Date, and his name was Han Yoo Joon.

He was the interpreter of few A ranks in the world.

Those with the mystical ability to interpret the dungeons and bizarres that appeared in this world were treated fairly high, even though their rank was low, and it was obvious that Yoo-jun, the interpreter of rank A, was being treated within the guild. Probably being treated as opposed to the story of history.

“Oh, yeah. ”

It was obvious why Han Yoo Joon was talking. That's why Han Yoo Joon followed behind him, even though the proverbial tale was passed.

“Haha. It's been a pleasure meeting you, but it's not a pleasure." ”

“Do you know? Son of a bitch.”

However, when Taylor intervened, Yoo Joon frowned. A woman with silver blonde hair and an ugly horse, unlike the face of a cute girl. Taylor Nine couldn't have known the famous Hunter.

However, even though Han Yoo Joon didn't have that much fame, he was already regarded as an interpreter of rank A as being more than a superpower of rank S. So there was nothing to blame her for.

“This is Taylor Nine. ”

“Do you know me? ”

“Everyone knows. How could I not know?" ”

“Yeah, but I don't know you. So why don't you just get the fuck out of here without talking to us? ”

“I was just going to say hello."

“Oh, fuck off. You're a politician, and it's obvious you're trying to come here and get a live one, but who knows? He's not a baby.”

In the beginning, there was no conversation between Taylor who expressed all of his heart and Han Yoo-jun who hid all of his heart. Han Yoo Joon firmly said.

“Pathetic. What are you doing interrupting the researchers' interpretation? ”

“Whatever. No luck. Honestly, it's the same thing you and I did here, isn't it? Eat, chew, sleep. And see the dungeon entrance. ”

In her own words, the guild members of Lost Day, as well as Yoo Joon Han, frowned. I wasn't even wrong. This type of dungeon was extremely rare, and it was almost impossible for an ether energy source to penetrate the interior of the dungeon, so we didn't even know which waveform was emitting.

It's natural that expensive machines aren't doing the right thing.

“The research is going on calmly. If you hadn't interrupted, I would have cruised further. What do you think you're gonna do when you get here? ”

He was right. It was full of brilliant interpreters and researchers, and full of mechanical devices returning to the supercomputer. By contrast, what can hunters do without the equipment involved?

Of course, Taylor Nine had a lot to argue about when he tried to open his mouth.

Beep, beep, beep!

An alarm was triggered near the dungeon, and a signal came from the supercomputer.

“Is this · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

The dungeon reacted.

And so Yoo Joon, of course, instinctively looked at the dungeon, not as a result of the interpretation of the supercomputer.

Chubby!

There was a history of touching the entrance of the dungeon, ignoring Yoo Joon Han, and opening the huge door wide.

*

Chug, chug, chug!

All kinds of flashes are popping out from everywhere.

Yuharam felt fatigued when he saw how much media was focused on him.

A superpower of only three SS-ranks in the country, and a master of the massive Guild Lost Day reaching out to the world, he rarely reveals himself to the press like this.

However, there is no reason not to take a stand knowing that public opinion can turn this situation upside down in one press conference.

A recent violent power event. The Hunter Society was stabilized, and I did not think it would be easy as the drug-induced violent episode occurred.

‘So I told him to prepare the right medicine. ’

Otherwise, the researchers of Dongdong Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. felt bad because the damage was substantial. Especially if I thought it was all because of the history.

‘I don't know why a man who was ill with a deadline suddenly installs it. ’

I heard that his illness had improved. However, I did not pay much attention. Because I didn't think the Frank hunter could do anything.

‘It doesn't matter. It will be quiet in a few days. ’

When he raised his head, the journalists gave a sharp glare.

Their question was obvious.

‘What do you think of the speedster from the other day? ’

Then, the words "coincidence" and "sad" combine to give a proper answer. Never say anything untoward. He opens the conversation flexibly, but at the same time he brings it to the point.

One of the journalists whom Yuharam had planted in advance gave a talk.

“Yuharam. Citizens are concerned about the Malformation Dungeon in Incheon this time. I hear you have a plan for that. ”

“Yes, it is. Dispatched three Hunters in the S rank and thirty Hunters in the A rank, equipped with a new ‘Two-Way Interpreter’. ”

I haven't forgotten to emphasize that I've put hundreds of billions of expensive machines into this.

But turning to this question did not necessarily bring up a good question.

“But I heard that the binary interpreter isn't doing anything at all. What's going on here? ”

Of course, the answer was obvious.

“We're just trying not to give up. We must show results. ”

I also know that there is something mysterious about this anomaly that science can never grasp. And in preparation for that, it was this generation's binary interpreter. Unlike the science used at the headquarters of the International Anomaly Agency, it was equipped with "some unknown technology."

I'm sure you'll hear soon enough.

Speechless.

What, what? The entrance to the anomaly dungeon is open? ’

‘What are you talking about? Tell me more! ’

"Already interpreted"? Lost Day's interpretation was successful? Tell me quickly! '

Journalists' smartphones are ringing everywhere. Maybe it started pouring in contact somewhere during the press conference. Because the situation went so well, Yooharam smiled.

The timing is good, and he also listens to the words of his subordinate who approached him.

“No, Master. The dungeon has been interpreted. ”

“I see. ”

“· · Not at all. ”

“Hmm?"

As I turned my head, I could see my subordinate with a pale face holding his smartphone.

“We did not interpret it in our guild · · · · · · ·. The legend of the F rank Hunter, who was on site, has been successfully interpreted alone. ”

“· · · · · · · What? ”

Recalling his name, Yuharam slowly fixed his face.

He was purposefully responsible for the interpretation of the dungeon in order to overturn the media, focusing on it.

At this point, I had to completely flip it over.

But what if he fails?

All sorts of Internet journalists who want to get caught.

His reactions come violently.

[Lost Day, about a billion machines deployed · · ·.]

[Master Yuharam says, "We shall interpret it." The result?]

[If this is the case, then why did they leave?]

[Hunter's Identity Uninterpreted Dungeons Even Lost Day]

[S-rank hunter taylor nayne advises "no flirting"]

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