The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

[You have hunted a protagonist of level 61.]

[Level Up by 3 Levels.]

[Life expectancy will be 610 days.]

[Your lifespan: 4022 days 17 hours 11 minutes]

He died of natural causes.

It's not true.

After he was halfway knifed, he fell from high ground and died. He tends to kill people but try not to use his hands brutally, but what can I do? His men are occupying the dawn fairies.

Of course, I didn't go to great lengths to do that because the folk tales were affectionate for the elves at dawn. He felt that way because he was human, but he was also trying to save the plant.

[Hunt seven Protagonists to level up the 'Protagonist Hunter’ skill to Level 3.]

[Weight Limit increases to 40kg for carrying equipment to other worlds.]

[From now on, you can find the plot of the world.]

[From now on, you can interfere with the character's story and timeline.]

Seeing the rising message, the sermon felt a strange emotion.

I thought it had been quite a while since I was commissioned to kill, but I've already completed seven quests.

“Timeline? Story? What are you talking about?"

< You can enter into changes that have a profound impact on your story. >

“· · · · · · · I don't know what you mean anymore. ”

Seodam bursts into laughter. I sometimes feel it, but the client explains it too hard.

I don't know, and I'm satisfied that my weight limit has reached 40 kg. In addition to my inventory, I can now move to some pretty heavy stuff.

I could carry around a little ether blaster. ’

The bullets are heavy, so you'll only have to use them once or twice.

Soon, I get the message that I want to absorb talent.

[Skill ‘Surrender to the Wind (B)' absorbed.]

“Oh. B rank · · · ·. ”

I'm impressed you got some pretty good skills.

[Skill ‘Wind Surrender (B)’ and ‘Wind Strike (D)’ succeeded in resonance.]

[All of the above skills will be deleted and a 'Windy Running Method (A)' will be created.]

[Accept?]

· · · A message appeared.

“What is this? It's always Cole.”

[Skill ‘Windy Running Method (A)' was created.]

Immediately after, his body slowly lightened. In addition, a nice gust of wind blowing around is felt in units of cells.

This is the real A-rank skill.

Existing wind footsteps were just enough for the wind to slightly push the body. Of course, even though it worked so well, the sermon was able to run faster than the rabid beast, now · · · Like · · · · · · · · · ·.

‘· · · · · · At this rate, isn't it possible to actually fly? ’

So I jumped through the air, but I couldn't fly. It's just a huge leap of height. In addition, the physical stats at level 45 were added to this skill, which greatly increased the sprint speed.

“Show me your level. ”

Story

[Combined Level: 45]

* Stats

[Strength 41] [HP 40] [Agility 45]

[Energy 1] [Magic Power 45]

* Talent

[Slash A +] [Hunt D +] [Shot C]

[Cooking D] [Instinct A] [Origin A]

[Other · · ·.]

* Skills

[Protagonist Hunter Lv. 3]

[White Sword Method]

[sixth sense (F)]

[Araceli Mana Circling (SS)]

[Library of White Witches (F)]

[Inventory (B)]

[Running Like the Wind]

It was also quite satisfactory. Moreover, other than magical power, stats have never caught up with the level, but agility has caught up with the level. I think this is also the effect of a skill.

It's not dealing with the wind, it's just running on the flow of the wind. It's a massive A rank skill. As effective as it is guaranteed. When I sprint, I think the speed, frankly, is similar to the speed at which a dizzy car treads on a Fulaxel.

And, he thought that.

‘I'm a real superhuman now. ’

I wanted to swing my sword here, but if I do, nature will be ruined. After Hanniel's death, there was no reason for the human army to harm nature in the desolate yard.

As you sprint back to the Elves' stronghold at dawn, you see them gathering to do something. There was a woman at the center of it.

The youngest princess, Sarylene.

That young widow, who just turned twenty, said she was having an affair with him. After the case was shorted, Seodam thought that the Elves might be angry with her, but it didn't happen.

They just grabbed Sarylene's shoulder and walked by. Every time, Sarylene's body flinches.

“From now on, make atonement. We forgive you. It means.”

“Oh, yeah? ”

The second princess, Marilyn, strokes the planter and approaches him, saying,

“That's why it's going to hurt more. How much the dawn fairies suffered, how they died, how the trees screamed · · · · · · ·. If everyone forgives themselves that easily, it's even harder to endure. ”

“· · · · · · Is it? ”

I'm not sure.

Sleepy · · ·.

The flowerpot looked different than before. A little girl protruded out of nowhere above the petals, but the body seemed to consist of a swarm of light, and it seemed impossible to move separately because it was connected to the flowers.

Moreover, it is very unusual that this potter can use the magic of the White Witch's Library as a link to the proverbial book. Of course, the magical power that entered there was purely reprehensible, but it was a tremendous good effect to be able to use magic without even focusing.

Don't you have the ability to take care of nature in your own way?

The income I earned coming here was not enough to walk on the wind upgraded to rank A, but it was full of garages, and the spirit blew away, so the stork smiled.

“Have you had enough rest? ”

Yes · · ·.

“What do you think? Do you think you can make it back to Earth? ”

She closes her eyes for a moment, rejoicing in the energy here, and says,

Yes · · ·. No more dirt, no more air.

That means I don't have to struggle because I don't know when I'm going to fall anymore.

“Then let's get back to it. ”

That's what Serdam said.

Sarylene's eyes widen as she approaches.

Looks like all the weird rituals that took place between the dawn fairies are over. The gunshot wound to her abdomen is almost healed. Not because she had special abilities, but because the pots helped her.

That planter used magic that even the scribes couldn't use by learning through the 'White Witch's Library'. It took out a loaded bullet, stopped the bleeding, and used seven magic in a row until it healed the wound. In the process, his magical strength ran out, but it was frankly a control to impress him.

Sarylene hesitates for a moment and asks Serdam.

“· · · Are you going back? ”

“I hope so.”

“Where, are you going? ”

“Where I used to live. ”

Maybe she can't even imagine where I live. And I don't know if it's a bad place to live.

“Oh, yeah. ”

And then...

Soon, Sarylene bows her head to him and raises her head again.

“Really, thank you. ”

There were so many things I wanted to say. ‘If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have washed away my sins. Like,' pain forever 'even when I go back to my mother's arms. As unhappy as‘ the dawn fairy 'is · · · · · · ·.’ Maybe.

However, Sarylene omitted all the hindsight.

Those words were all useless.

Previously, we tried to get to know each other's minds through conversations.

Sarylene, who also tried to express her mind through words, realized something later.

When expressing your true heart, it is more effective to say one word with sincerity than dozens of words of rebuttal.

There, Marilyn bowed her head to him as well.

All the dawn fairies gathered here, they bowed their heads to him.

He looks at them for a moment, then walks somewhere. Despite not knowing it, unfortunately, it was the direction where he first appeared as the 'tree of dusk'. He said as he walked towards it.

“I'm going. Farewell. ”

After he disappeared like a mirage.

Sarylene turns her head toward her sister and says,

“Sis, from now on, we have to be prepared. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes. ”

They were not demons.

It's just different from us and more advanced than us.

It was one of more than 100 species.

“Someday · · · · · · · ·. They'll come again. ”

“I know.”

“And then, I realized how we can prepare ourselves. ”

Sarylene opens her palms. It seemed simply that the leaves were shaking, but now it was Marilyn who had the right to inherit, so she could notice the skills she showed.

“You, that · · · · ·? ”

So far, the Silver Spirit Flower, brought by the Indian Spirit, has "smoked" the spirits who live on the island of dreaming.

That's not how you do it.

That's how you do it.

Spirits are pure and curious. They accepted all such teachings, and eventually they were able to deal with nature in a different way than before.

And then, the youngest princess, Sarylene, presented it directly to her body.

“I don't rely on anyone anymore. ”

Sarylene looks back at the dawn fairies with a firm look.

Once upon a time, a fairy dreamed.

A dream of leaving a dreamy island and moving to a different world.

However.

Fairies don't dream anymore.

To wash away his work.

To protect everyone with their own strength.

*

[Return to the original world.]

[The world's time-speed has been normalized.]

When I open my eyes, I see a familiar studio.

Every time I encounter this situation, I'm getting used to it.

I clasped my hands and took all the equipment off and put it in my inventory. This mission has significant financial losses. I used up all the explosives I had.

· · · But to be honest. Now I might have to carry a bomb around.

Of course, if you go to the second system, the explosives are still valid.

However, when hunting in reality, my sword will be more effective at expressing magic and speed through the unknown energy of 'Magic Power’ than explosives.

When I sat on the chair, I immediately took out my smartphone. I erased the word "dispatching" from the status message of the messenger and checked the pushed news.

My time there was only three days, and I was almost twice as fast, so I went there in two days.

After contacting Taylor first, I contacted the swordsmen in turn. Because you don't even know the status message, or there were some people who asked to be contacted after dispatch.

I'm thinking of selecting some of these swordsmiths. The election standard is simply someone I can trust with my back. If I spread the knowledge I know, even an incapable person could be as superhuman as possible, so I would have to put a lot of effort into confidentiality.

‘By the way, you said DR would find you if you taught him this power carelessly. ’

This is also a very troubling part.

DR. What the hell happened between high-ranking patients that made it a rule not to talk about their skills externally? I was not a dimensional nobleman, but I still had the strength to do something non-exhaustive, like do nothing, so I had to be careful to get into their eyes.

Black and white, or the best. It looks like they're straightening their shoulders. First, I need to meet the most influential person among the DRs.

‘Now I can take a little beating. ’

For as long as I could. It is because if an incapable suddenly gains power, it is a world that receives attention. Just by looking at Lee Yeon-jun's case. Didn't the whole world notice that he was incapacitated when he awakened the superpowers of rank C?

I, too, would look like that if I suddenly had a disability on a subject that I had been incapacitated for 15 years. And. The clumsy attention had to end with poison.

People who want my secret. People trying to get to me. I may have been beaten and run over and collapsed among people who want to exploit me politically and commercially.

‘First of all · · · ·. Let's call the DR guy we met then. ’

As I thought about it, I turned the IM back on, and a news story appeared on the main screen. There, more eye-catching words penetrate my cornea than contacting DR right away.

“The Crevice?”

Then, I thought it was time.

A large crack.

This phenomenon, which Hunters jokingly call an annual event, appeared once every two to three years as a strange anomaly that seemed to combine dungeons and gates. In addition, the crevice had almost a comparable output to the SS-rank whenever it appeared, so the monsters inside were damn high in quantity.

I've been in the cracks a few times in the past, but that hasn't happened since the Hunter System was firmly established 10 years ago. Currently, superhumans of the S rank in rank A often enter the rift.

I was slowly reading the news, and a messenger arrived.

The other day at the Srank Hunter, Lee Jun-seok, who was strange and favorable to me at the sword discussion.

[Lee Jun-seok: Hello, Historical Hunter]

[Joon-suk Lee: I see you've returned from dispatch.]

It's been less than five minutes since I edited my IM status. You look like shit fast.

[Note: Yes, I just got here]

[Joon-suk Lee: Right.]

[Joon-suk Lee: If you don't mind, can I talk to you now?]

When I sent the answer that it was because there was nothing else I couldn't do, I got a call.

“Hello."

Hello, historical hunter. Have you seen the news?

“A crevice?”

Yes, the prophet prophesied that the crack would appear in a week.

Unlike the last time I circled the story, this time I got to the point.

The prophet says that the crack is called "the passage of a stormy cliff." · · · · · · Honestly, isn't that a poetic name?

“No, no, no. It's nice to see a middle school language textbook. ”

Actually, I slept in a language time.

Hahaha. Anyway, 12 teams will enter the rift this time, from team 1 to team 12. And I was in charge of the seven teams. But... because one seat was vacant.

“Hmm."

As long as I'm not an idiot, I can tell by now.

This is me asking you to join the Seven Crevices.

Empty seats. That's a good excuse. Did you save it for me? Or did he really stay, and he just remembered me? I don't really know.

Yeah, I don't know, but it's good for me anyway. The crevice is quite unlike other anomalies. I've never been a rank F hunter before, and I didn't risk dying.

Moreover, the crack is quite expensive.

So, I prepared a positive answer.

Speaking of which · · · If you have a moment, would you be able to take command of Team 7 on my behalf?

“· · · Yes? ”

What do you believe in?

End