The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

After the Great War, Iran became a truly cutting-edge country.

Less conversation, where only bullets and screams fill the sound. The song that hummed happiness and love and the laughter of children were silent, and only death and suffering seemed to dominate the whole world.

You don't have to go far.

Everywhere, I dream of a better world, a more developed world, because it is the development of witchcraft, but even if I look at the other side of the continent right now, the stragglers who rely on old flagstones to make a day of it still live with the sun abandoned tomorrow.

I was currently entering Iran. The admission process was not very difficult. Rahbar, who is also called the Iranian Supreme Leader and High Priest, has given us permission to enter.

The number borrowed from the Hunters' Association totalled four, all Hunters of the S rank.

Composed of two women and two men, they were veterans who had roasted for over a decade on their own harsh battlefields. If it had been before, I would have been a 17-year-old hunter, but it would have been awkward for me to be respected because of the difference in rank.

Fortunately, I was also an S rank now, unofficially, and although I was wearing a F rank badge on my waist, they also respected my reputation.

“Nice to meet you, Sir Hunter, but it's an honor to be on the same mission. ”

“There's a lot of rumors. ”

I nodded my head without raising my head. In fact, most of my achievements have been cleared for business, not monster hunting.

I should say that it was a great achievement as a hunter that I participated in Hell Gate or entered the SSS rank dungeon. Of course, that's great, but it's not quite as admirable as the veteran hunters of Srank.

Simply because I've globalized magic. We've improved the machete engineering.We 've reconstructed the aneurysm to create the Great Angioplasty. And so on and so forth.

I've heard that most of them seem to be dealt with by guild members, not me, but all of them were achievements that would not have been possible without me.

In other words, they respect the guild master's will, not the Hunter's will.

Well. It's not bad. Being respected by someone wasn't a bad thing anyway.

The Association's hunters and the truck vehicles that took me across the desolate roads of Iran. The signs have been torn apart for a long time, and the roads have not been repaired, so the jeepcar keeps rattling.

By the way, when ether vehicles became more common than electric vehicles, they were still using fossil fuels.

Whieing!

Although I entered the city, it was rare. Or, you might be right to say they're all hiding in a crack in a collapsed building.

Half the torn plaque hangs in the ruined temple. It seemed more than 30 years old, so I couldn't read it properly, but the sentence [Remember us who once loved love] was particularly outrageous.

“There it is.”

Beyond all the fallen cities, this time a cleaner city came out. Most people walking the streets carry a sack of firearms on their shoulders.

“You're so fierce. ”

“A lot of people with guns don't mean much. ”

“Right? I don't know when it's going to explode. ”

“No, not that. ”

“Yes?”

Male hunter, denying Rick's words, I said nothing.

“A lot of people with guns means fewer psychics. ”

“Ah. ”

In modern times, superpowers don't use firearms very well. No, it's okay to think of it as rarely. More than not using special renovation bullets like me.

However, 70% of the people around here were armed with firearms, meaning that the majority of the combat forces were incapacitated.

If the whole Iran is weak, it is not. Most of those psychics who are less than 10% are above the A-rank, and the majority of the Srank's psychics were defending this country with Lahvar's immediate troops.

What about Rahbar himself?

I had experienced that overwhelming power and had no choice but to swallow a needle in front of the temple.

“(Come in.) ”

The Persian language was translated into Korean through a translator. I knew the protagonist hunter calibration and Persian, so I didn't have to use the translator, but not the other hunters.

With a total dashing peculiar-looking staff, he followed the troops guarding the temple and slowly looked around the Islamic temple.

Islamic temples in the Middle East were usually stumbling like the walls of a fortress, but they tried to break the boundary between heaven and victory by placing enough space without tension.

It is different from the Gothic Christian Cathedral, which is about to rise toward the sky.

Far away, in the chapel, the worshippers were standing up, bowing, kneeling, etc.

‘I never dreamed of entering here before. ’

I lived nearby, but very few people were able to enter the temple. After the Great War, this newly erased mosque was the most important place for Iran's core troops.

Less!

Soon, if you strike high enough to break your throat, a large gate will open on both sides.

“You're here.”

It was huge enough to evoke the Olympic stadium, but there was no such thing as a crumpled space.

And a boy who suddenly sits in the middle of it with a chair nailed to it. No, Rahbar.

He said he was in his fifties, but apparently he was only a teenager.

Raw black hair with long stretches, dull skin, and a relaxed, smiling face.

Not like Rahbar at all, but he was the superpower of the SS rank who was defending this entire country alone.

Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

“Argh?”

“Oops!? ”

The floor is folded, and our position has been moved forward in Lahvar as if on an escalator.

As one of Rahbar's techniques, some hunters are what he calls a hermit.

When the other four hunters were panicking, I coughed, and then they woke up and swallowed their saliva.

“Hmm · · · I've never seen the four of you. ”

With his right arm tied to his chin, Lahvar glanced at them one at a time and turned to me within a minute.

“You've lived here before. ”

Rahbar nodded and laughed.

The hunters followed him and looked at him with tears as to whether he should smile or not, and later saw Rahbar's ankle.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Then I'm surprised without a sound.

I deserved it.

From the bottom of Rahbar's calf, it was completely assimilated to the earth.

In other words, he cannot move a single footprint here.

That was the price for Rahbar to dominate the whole of Iran.

who possesses a massive range of detection capabilities to monitor the entire country, and who also possesses extensive capabilities to defend it.

Lahvar is the strongest earthly capable man on Earth.

“In fact, it's a shame to bring in such an outsider. Well, it doesn't really matter now. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Rahbar is certainly the ruler of the earth, but there is one weakness.

Vulnerable to aerial attacks and unable to enter the dungeon.

Of course, if he can move, both disadvantages will be compensated, but then he won't be able to bend the whole of Iran. In other words, Rahbar is defending this country at the expense of his life.

‘You won't find the alien hiding in the sub-dimension. ’

Tinnitus, the best detective in the world, is named after him because he has the most extensive detection capability in the world. As soon as you set foot on this land, you won't be able to escape Rahbar's gaze.

However, in terms of utility or flexibility, Heloni's ability to detect the S-rank might be better.

That is why Iran has frequently made requests for assistance from the outside world, particularly to the Hunters' Association.

It is an inevitable reality. The High Priest was unable to advance the country because he could not move to defend the land. What an irony.

“Still. ”

Rahbar looked at me and smiled happily.

“Good to see your precious guest. ”

“It's an honor.”

“By the way, ”

Good luck!

Suddenly, the ground was folded, and when I woke up, I saw Rahbar's face right in front of my nose. He smiles as darkly as a woman with dark eyelashes.

“Can you do me a favor? ”

“I just came to do the task of finding a successor, and I can't do anything else. ”

Do you think I'm crazy for free?

“Oh, don't do that. Why don't you listen to the story? ”

Lahvar smiles and bounces his fingers. Then a small machine rises from the floor, and within a minute it floats a hologram in the air.

· · · Now, I sense the flow of ether throughout this space. Even though it's buried in a pile of dirt, it's invisible.

The hologram contained the deeds of numerous foreigners. I also saw things that were passed on to the association.

“The history of the Anathers League. Famous. I was interested in you, too. But there was one strange thing. ”

“What's so weird? ”

“Why did you come to Iran? ”

Wow. I heard a loud noise from Iranian Rahbar. I was delighted, but I didn't tease, and I hardened my stern expression. The answer to the question was asked by Rahbar himself.

“The correct answer is, isn't there also an interest in the ability of the foreigners? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

No, it's not.

In the first place, their abilities are 'race traits’, so it is impossible to get something unless they analyze the body structure.

“You were right, weren't you? ”

No, I'm not.

“But what about this? Actually, I'm very interested in their power. · · · This king, I want them all to be my people. Isn't that right? Why don't you live in Iran and think about becoming my people? This is it. ”

That's it. Since I came to find the foreigners, I knew that I would embrace them all and take them away. Rahbar is revealing the competition psychology to me like a man with a light on his back.

From a third party's point of view, it seemed reasonable. The only reason I could find this person was because it really seemed like it was there.

However.

I was skeptical.

‘Writing, writing and writing will be easy. ’

Convince foreigners? That doesn't make any sense. The language doesn't work, and there's a reason why they hide in the first place.

However, in my view, it was not bad. I just came to talk to them.

In other words, I am proud of the opponent for losing, no matter what.

I knew that I no longer needed to bow down to Rahbar.

Then I realized, I was thinking.

‘You must be nervous and desperate enough to accept strangers. ’

Lahvar was showing the attitude of a laid-back, supreme clergyman, but was able to read too briefly the stream of uneasy thoughts concealed within him.

*

Late evening.

Iran's airspace.

“· · · · · · Versoque, have you been to Korea? ”

“Yes. I can't even travel the dimension with my own power, so I'm stumbling around on topics that have crashed into Earth. ”

“You think I'm like us. Leave it alone.”

“I've already killed him. ”

As if it were covered by clouds, the two bodies were looking down at the ground. One had wings, but one had no wings.

They had a look that had nothing in common, but in fact there was one thing in common that was the biggest.

Both are ‘intelligent’ creatures that have escaped from Hell Gate.

Their home is Hell Gate.

The place where so many creatures have survived so many destructions, Hell Gate. It was a world of ‘disorderly' where everything was mixed and flowing like this.

They seemed orderly, even though they were born in that disorder.

It is truly unusual.

Their gaze was fixed in one place. An inmate who's been scouring Iran with four of his colleagues who have seeped into the shadows.

“· · · If only I could go to Yusuf Dam. ”

When the winged woman frowned, the man laughed.

“Maybe it also means" the world. "”

The man said so and hid his tracks. It's like it's gone in this world. The winged woman glances at his back for a moment, and then looks back at him again.

Somehow, every time I saw him, I felt anxious. The will of the world told me not to touch him, but... Somehow she couldn't.

I'd rather kill him first. ’

The woman also folded her wings and hid her tracks in the moonlight covered in clouds.

Now, there was nothing there.

End of (3) from this world