SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

prologue.

(1) The great library of all people.

The shadows hung by the bookshelves overlapped and fell, forming a complex mesh.

"I do not know." Salcheonseong's voice wandered through it.

"it's difficult.

hard to count Did I kill so many lives? Does that mean that so many lives have been lost because of me? It's impossible to take responsibility for the death of just one person, people living in so many different worlds...

… ." Sal Cheon-seong took out an old diary with his stuttering hands.

Just as Kim Yul left a trace of Sal Cheon-seong, Sal Cheon-seong left a diary even in a life in which memories were being erased.

A follower of the Forsaken Eye.”

These were the constellations that the sacramental saint had killed.The sulcheonseong chanted the names that were red with horizontal lines drawn in straight lines: “a great serpent that grew up in the seven noises, a stork that roams the universe, a witch who died at the dawn of frost, a lion who dreamed of immortality, Poison flower (屍毒花), the moon that swallowed the eve, the yellow dragon staying in the Great Lakes..." names flowed.

The call showed no sign of stopping.

After calling out all the hundreds of constellations one by one, Sulcheonseong slowly looked at my face.

“… … I do not know.

I can not know.

However, when I entered Kim Yul's body, Kim Yul felt resentment at the world and vomited a curse, I also sympathized with Kim Yul.

would agree Kim Yul wanted revenge on those who drove him to this point.”

The sage was silent for a moment.

"is it." he murmured “I, too, deserve the world’s revenge.”

widely.

Salcheonseong covered the diary.

“Even if I take my life, that will not be a sufficient apology.

eternal pain.

Those worlds will only want me to suffer forever.

But the meaning of simply suffering is...

.

How can I have to suffer to apologize to those who have already died?”

I nodded.

“Librarian.”

As if waiting for my call, the librarian in the corner of the room poked his head out of the bookshelf.

The library chief's cheeks were flushed red.

“Come here! Unlike the previous apocalypse, this time this time the main seat also did not see you directly.

I just read in a hurry and read the newly added side story in [The Story of Deungcheon City].

uh, indeed...

… ." "Okay.

Come here." “The four kings are getting stricter towards the main throne day by day….”

The head of the library flew over in silence, "Come here.

What do you want the principal to do? If you wish, I will," "Give me the [Lefanta Ai Kim Epic]." “Ah… I said, if you wish, but do you know? The books in the main seat are all relics of the main seat.

Only this seat can be made in this lifetime.

Give away these precious books.

It's difficult to treat me like I'm giving it away..." Of course I'll give it to you," said the librarian, handed the book.

“Salence.”

"Well." “This book tells your story.

Until you fell into another world for the first time, met the [Goddess of Protection], and became a Lephanta Aikim and became a killer.

My whole life is documented.”

"......." "You lost your memory, but you didn't lose it forever.

Get it back." Silence fell in the library.

Salcheonseong watched the [Lepanta Aikim Epic] without saying a word.

The head of the library said, 'Ah,' and looked at the two of us with a small exhalation.

That constellation understood the meaning of what I said.

The sage didn't understand right away.

“Ramen [again].”

"Yes.

It’s like we just peeked into Kim Yul’s past.”

“… … From the beginning?”

“From the beginning.”

“Are you telling me to take a peek at my life, my life spanning hundreds of years, from the beginning?”

“What you did, what you thought, what kind of world you trampled on, and what kind of life lived in it.”

“……”

“Remembering is the first step in everything.

'Don't forget.' These are the words that Kim Yul risked her life for.

You too will have to risk your life.”

silence.

"understood." silence.

“That’s right, I judge.”

and silence.

"......." Sal Cheon-seong took over [Lephanta Aikim Epic] from me.

To take over, Salcheonseong had to put the diary back in.

Instead of a diary filled with day and day sheets, his life, written from beginning to end, was held in his hands.

"indeed." Sal Cheonseong muttered as he took the book.

“The world simply becomes hell just by repeating one's life.

Did each person carry one hell?”

Sal Cheonseong turned his head.

The manager was sitting there.

"Class monitor." The director, who was called the class president, could not answer right away.

I couldn't answer.

The silence contained a gap of decades.

“… … Yes.

Mr.

Kim Yul.”

Sal Cheon-seong, also called Kim Yul, could not answer right away.

Couldn't answer A gap of hundreds of years lay in that silence.

Decades held by one person and hundreds of years abandoned by the other fell into the quiet air of the library.

“Kim Yul thought she wanted to forgive you.”

the sage said.

“And, I also have the same thoughts as Kim Yul.”

“I want you to be forgiven.”

The manager closed his lips.

The manager closed his eyes.

But can you say 'the director closed his eyes'? Probably not.

The director was already unable to control his body.

The lips were not closed, but the lips were closed, and the eyes were closed rather than closed.

"......, ......." A moan that was close to the sound of a breath came through the director's lips.

'thank you.' The manager could have said so.

'sorry.' The principal would have wanted to say that.

But the headmaster endured everything.

The things he couldn't stand flowed down into groans.

“… … I… … ." Moans were fragments, not words.

But somehow I could see the picture the fragments wanted to paint.

If only I lived a little better.

If only I had a little more power.

If only I was a little smarter when I was younger.

"......." That moment.

I realized.

A vibration like lightning pierced his body.

The director's clenched lips, closed eyes, and the back of both hands on the floor.

old skin.

arm tremors.

Looking at his bent body, he realized something.

'Ah.' The director was screaming.

'What I have to prove.' There are screaming people in this world.

'What I want to prove.' The world is a mixture of beasts and humans, and among them there are people who scream alone, like an island, sometimes in my ears and sometimes in my eyes.

I just want to prove the screams.

'There are people here.' my devil.

'People live here.' Anyone who first sewed the fabric of the Demon Heavenly Goddess, and any church member who preached the doctrine of the shadows for the first time, obviously.

You must have felt what I am feeling right now.

he is angry it would be sad Seeing the hungry, seeing the thirsty, seeing the nine lifespans and the nine deaths, I felt that I had to prove this.

"......." I want to prove.

I want to inform everyone.

I want to engrave the fact that there are people here, that they exist, as an indelible wound in this world.

'Don't forget.' I want to capture that image of the director in my macheon.

Not only that.

The dance of the children who threw laughter at me in the inferno mansion.

In the middle of the village, the voice of an angler who hugged the corpses of the mother and the babies and howled toward the sky.

Master's figure wielding a sword in the snowy field where the place name has been erased.

Raviel.

Raviel.

'You must not forget it.' The first meal of the Demon Heavenly Gods (魔天神功) contained hunger.

'Now I have to put my demon.' Children's dance for the first ceremony.

The scream of the angler in the second expression.

Master's sword for the third ceremony.

Rabiel's sacrifice in the 4th ceremony.

The silence of the director at the 5th ceremony.

'I want to keep it.' can i contain it? I? It is so difficult to capture a single hunger, a person's life.

no.

Can it really capture the lives of many people? 'Even if you give up your life.' location.

A purpose was set in my life.

'Let's prove that people lived here.

Let's prove that people are dead here.

Prove how you lived and how you died.

Let's capture the noise of animals and capture the screams of humans.

If he laughed, even the vibration of that laughter.' But.

'Not yet.' I still have work to finish here.

many.

Re-creating the ritual of Macheon Godong from scratch is not suitable for my level, and I am afraid that it will take a lot of heart and effort to make it happen.

'… … okay.

Let's not rush.

Let's do what I can for now.' I turned my head.

And looked at our voyeur.

“Librarian.

No, Hamustra.”

The librarian shrugged his shoulders.

The head of the library, who was looking at Sal Chun-seong and the director, shuddered.

“Ji, that’s Jinmyung.

Shame on you! Please call me by this name.”

“Please allow me to read [Lefanta Ai Kim’s Epic] whenever he wants.

There is no need for a stage attack form.

Just as you voyeurize the world, please allow the sacheonseong to do the same.”

"Ah.

ugh.

Well." The librarian took a deep breath and sank into thought.

“In order to do that, we must share the power of the main throne… .

I think I'll make it an apostle.

ugh.

There are constellations that produce apostles without hesitation, but the main seat is, approx.

Sado would be awkward...

I guess I don't like it...

.”

That's right, there's no way a yangban, whose nickname is [the library's head in the corner], can't make friends with his subordinates.

They act like strange servants like the Bookmark Maid.

"no, I do not want?" “It’s not that I don’t like it… … ." "I got it as a reincarnation, but after all, the dolls that were copied from other slaughterhouses were also [Puppet Master's Parade].

Is there any difference?" “Uh-huh, um.

There’s nothing different about it…”

“You choose.”

“If it’s a choice… … ?”

“Until now, you have loved the story of Salcheonseong.

But, according to your usage, now Salcheonseong has a turning point.

There are two routes.”

"bifurcation." “Yes.”

I made eye contact with the head of the library.

“Route 1.

I didn’t meet Salcheonseong on this route.

I don’t remember meeting him.

As usual, I stay on the 50th floor.

After a week’s worth of memories, I hunt the constellation.

I'm off to do it." Puppet Route, the route where Salcheonseong holds the [Puppet Master’s Parade] forever.

“Route 2.”

And here is the Salcheonseong, whom I met: "Salcheonseong now knows Kim Yul.

I have remembered it.

And I will live by slowly retracing the life of Repanta Ai Kim, which started with Kim Yul." It must be difficult, “I will be possessed by a book and walk the same path I have walked for hundreds of years again.”

"There will be me and the director along the route.

You don't have to swallow the whole life from the beginning.

Slowly.

As much as you can digest, one bite at a time.

It's okay to take a break in the middle." But that is the life of Salcheonseong.

One day, it will be Kim Yul's life.

"Choose the route of Salcheonseong that you want." "......." The library chief looked at the Shulcheonseong.

The silence of the constellation did not last long.

The librarian smiled brightly and spread his arms towards the director.

On this day, someone's epilogue must have ended.

"Are you willing to get a job as a librarian?" Someone's prologue has begun..