SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Hatred.

(3) 2.

The sun is setting in the world.

I went out to the street at sunset with Amethyst.

Babylon, like a city founded by displaced people without a nationality, mixed with every flavor.

It smelled of Indian spices.

It smelled of Chinese incense.

Each person passing by us had a different skin color and a different body odor.

“Where are you going?”

Amethyst asked.

“Now, So-Yin can return Mr.

Confucius back to his original world at any time.

You also got a reward.

Do you still have work to do in this world?”

“Follow me.”

“Ugh.”

Amethyst smiled softly as she walked beside me.

“Guide as you like.”

The smell of the street gradually faded away.

Do you know the smell of Harlem? Poverty always stinks everywhere.

smell of water.

the smell of moisture.

There is water that has not been drained anywhere and is standing in the shade, uncorroded by sunlight, on the side of the road.

A plastic drink bottle with its head in muddy water.

Measuring the water level in this poor pond.

"......." We walked.

The more muddy water you step on your feet, the more The more the smells on the street lose their nationality, and the more they go through procedures with a mere smell of water.

As the world's sunset gets darker and darker.

“… … Ah." I entered a familiar alley.

Amethyst noticed it, and his lips twitched.

"Confucius.

This is----." “Shh,”

I muttered, “I hear you.”

Amethyst closed her mouth, and then a small noise could be heard from afar.

A familiar voice: "Why suddenly...!" “It’s no use asking for help.”

A familiar sarcasm: "There's no one around here anyway." The first hunter in the top ranking, Yeomje (炎帝), was swallowed up by the sunset in his throat, and Yoo Soo-ha’s voice was particularly red.

Something big was about to happen.”

“Oh, are you a witch? What the hell are you talking about……”

“Kah.

Now that I see you, your acting skills are great.”

Inside a dark alley.

While driving the flowing saint, she tilted her head crookedly.

“It’s different from the old Kkondae old lady.”

The moment the words came out, the saint's expression hardened.

“Yeah… … ?”

“Yes, grandpa.

A yangban who was doing something like a swordsman.

You said you were going to take revenge on that nobleman, you.”

"......." "Did you think I didn't know?" To be precise, I didn't know.

However, Yoo Soo-ha has [Regressor's Clockwork].

There is a skill that starts the day again by killing it.

Thanks to that, he knows [a future attacked by a saint].

"how.

That, how do you.”

Of course, the saint didn't know about Yoo Soo-ha's skills.

Like I didn't know in my world.

same.

“Yeah, it’s because I’m a good boy.

I don't know anything." "Wow...!" The saint moved her hand.

Perhaps the white twinkle on the saint's right hand was her aura.

"Hey, my granddaughter is so radical." However, the white aura was cut off before it could even be emitted.

The flames were grabbing the saint's neck.

"You've killed a few people.

How would your grandmother react if she saw her granddaughter's face now? Huh? Maybe a murderer can't be forgiven, and even to you with a deep heart...

Oh, you can translate our old sayings well.

Isn't this okay?" The saint struggled, and the shoes floating in the air struggled in vain in search of a treadmill, "I mean, I really like bastards like you." Past.

“No matter how much I kill, there won’t be a single scratch left in my heart.”

In the same place, the same characters are there.

"I get annoyed when I keep living with good people.

Wow, how the fuck are there people who aren't garbage?" At that time, I didn't do anything.

“Wow, woohoo! Whoop, uh…!”

"It's very comfortable to meet a kid like you.

Oh, I'm not tired.

It's just like pouring detergent into my brain.

I live thanks to you, really.

Thanks to you." I had no choice but to watch.

But not now: “Goodbye, Saint Isabelle.”

The moment the flames were about to burn from the flames of the flames, my aura aimed at the backs of the flames and ran.

“...!?”

fault! Yeomje reflexively loosened the saint's neck and stepped back.

It was a sharp footwork.

My aurora ripped open the empty space that the flame had drawn in.

“Ugh…!”

The saint lost her prayer and collapsed.

“Well,”

Yeomje looked back at this side with a shocked face.

Up to here.

One breath.

“Salvation Sword.”

I ran out at once without handing over my breath.

According to my call, a skill that had already become one with me answered.

Just as the nine golden skills make up the tower, two skills have achieved the death of heaven.

One is the [Puppeteer's Parade].

Thanks to this, even if the old body is destroyed, the killer has returned with a new body.

One is [Salvation of the Torn Goddess].

Thanks to this, Shulcheon-seong forsaken yesterday's memory and achieved today's victory.

When I died by Shaol-cheonseong, I was able to choose one of two skills.

"Part-time worker!? What are you doing now----." “The cafe ordered in our office is terribly tasteless.

Guild Master.

Please change the delivery.”

I rushed into the arms of the flame.

Speech sounds were compressed through an auror and sent out as full tones.

Then, Yeomje, who was still startled, raised her eyes even more.

“I don’t want to remember the taste of the coffee I drank today.”

I spoke.

“Give it away.”

and clenched his fist.

[Salvation of the Torn Goddess is activated.] One blow.

strengthening (强化).

"......!" My aura, as red as the aura of the flames, hit his stomach.ね! The sound of teeth leaked from the mouth of the flame.

Unable to dampen the shock I had inflicted, the flame flew toward the alley wall like a stick.

Aww! The wall was smashed in half.

“Woo-wook, uh… … Ah?" So far.

two breaths.

“Uh, uh, you… … Yusuha Guild’s… … ?”

The saint regained some energy and looked up at me.

Perhaps he was not injured at all, and there were bare burns on the neck where he was caught by the flame.

She had confused eyes.

I used to think that saints were pure victims.

“I’m sorry, but please get some sleep.”

Now, they are just considered the same person.

I put my hand on the saint's forehead and drove the Auror backwards.

"Ah..." The saint fell down with a groan.

will faint It used to be an unimaginable use of force in the past, but now it can be done so simply.

So far.

three breaths.

“Dog, fuck!”

A flame rose from the collapsed wall.

Loudly, fine pebbles slipped from the long ponytail.

“Did this bastard turn around! Hey! you! what are you doing! No, are you really a part-timer!?”

“That’s right.”

“Shit, you must have been raised by a witch… … No, no.

It can't be.

When that fucking terrorist happened...

… ." Yeomje couldn't keep up with the current situation.

Of course.

From his point of view, I'm still only a weak F-class Hunter guild member.

"Are you curious? Guild leader?" Seongnyeo had no idea that Yeom-je had returned to the day.

Likewise, Yum-je had no idea what kind of existence I was.

"If you want to know, defeat me." "under……." “I need to know that I am stronger than you.”

“I don’t know what kind of performance I got.”

The flame's eyes lit up.

“Let’s get you a little bit behind.”

Blood-colored auras flowed from my hand.

“I’m only going to beat you to the point where I can’t keep up.”

And then, he ran.

By mobilizing all the life I have.

“Girl! I'm number one in this tower...

… !”

“My macheon hangs his neck on the snowy field and makes his will.”

Demon Heavenly Gods.

The first formula 第一 formula.

Asayu Sword I thrust my fist towards the flame.

With a face of whether he was hit once or twice, he tried to block my authority.

okay.

I was basically a prosecutor and not a kwonsa.

Unlike Yeomje, I wasn't in the best position right now.

But Master cut through the snowy mountains without even a single sword.

If so, even if I don't have a sword, I will pierce through a single ray of flame.

+ [Demon Heavenly Gods (魔天神功)] Rank: A+ Effect: Magic.

They hate the laws of heaven.

Curse.

They didn't stop at hating and cursing, they formed a denomination, and finally formed a doctrine.

Macheon Shingong is a martial art that contains the essence of the doctrine.

Those who have awakened the Demon Heavenly Gods can tear the sky apart and crush Mount Tai! However, you must deeply understand the hatred and curse contained in the herbivores of the gods.

The more you hate and curse the world, the more the sky will become colorless.

A person who has mastered the supremacy of the Demon Goddess.

He is the one who will soon overthrow the sky, the heavenly demon.

※However, it will be difficult to maintain your self if you expand your new skills.

+ Strike.

A piece of my life pierced the fire.

“----Eup, huh?”

"today." My fist hit my chin and Yoo Soo-ha's neck turned.

slowly.

In the sense of time infinitely lengthened by the Auror, Yeomje could not hit me, and I swung my arm one step ahead of him.

“I throw away the memory of the mud puddle I stepped into the alley.”

vomited an auror + [Salvation of the Torn Goddess (救援)] Rank: A+ Effect: There is a goddess dedicated to a certain hero.

Although the goddess was torn by the hero, she still wanted to stand by the warrior.

The goddess has fallen, and herself has been sealed in the skill card.

The goddess replaces memories with abilities.

You can enhance your abilities and powers by offering your memory to the goddess.

The more important the memory you dedicate to you, the more the buff will be amplified.

※However, the strengthening effect does not last for a long time.

+ The wind howled.

My fist struck Yu Su-ha's stomach again, with authenticity.

"------." The flame's breath twisted.

Gagging, a moan fell from the gaping mouth.

A few drops of gastric juice flowed with a moan, followed by a runoff and knelt down.

“Wow, … … big, sir! Whoops...

… ." "Guild leader." I quietly looked down at the flames, "I know you're upset that me and the manager are dead.

Anyway, isn't it true that the guild leader killed that grandfather?" “You, Woowook, sir, what…”

“Then, first of all, you should apologize for killing your grandfather.”

It took five breaths to get here.

It took a lot of days to get here.

“You have to.”

“Why are you trying to kill me?”

Do you know the smell of the alleys? Poverty always smells of water.

No matter how strong the sun in the world, the light does not shine in the shaded places.

The pool of water in the shadows does not have time to evaporate, and when night falls and it rains again As much as it evaporates, it rises again.

It stagnates and becomes rotten.

"Why?" It took so much sun to get back to my rotten muddy waters.

“Why do you kill people you don’t know?”

“The guild leader is strong.

You're the strongest person in this tower.

Unlike other people, you can even throw your life away for once.

You have little to lose.

But why do you carelessly kill people?”

I looked down at the man who burned my heart.

Because he was so strong, there was a time when there was no way to defeat this person, so he just ran away to the past, to the past, to the other 4,000 days.

Yes.

ran away I didn't know what to say to this person, I didn't have the strength to convince this person, I didn't know how to get this person in, I couldn't see this person in the face, so I ran away and killed this person before he was yet this person .

He killed Yoo Su-ha, not the flame.

“Don’t live like that.”

“……”

“You fucking bastard.”

Now I am stronger than that.

incomparably stronger.

I was able to do a little more.

There is no need to hold your breath to watch the saint die, no need to run to escape, no need to fear death, no need to fear being abandoned by someone, no need to worry about what I mean to others .

lived hard "......." Yeomje spit out gastric juice one after another.

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and muttered, damn it.

"Bogue, fucking, fucking ...

… ." "...." "Why can't you be kinder? Why are you asking me and fucking me, fuck.

Look around you.

Where did you really grow up to talk like that..." The flame's eyes were stained with blood.

“So is Sujeong.

you too oh, that's pretty much it It's not a human, it's a wild dog It's like a pup who gasps and says it's good that someone picks it up and takes care of it.

Fuck.

How did you do that?”

His vomit was also blood.

“How are you so kind?”

The blood thickened even more.

“How can you love someone like that?”

The flame stared at me.

“Hog cubs.

go out and search Amethyst, you too just go out and die.

Just, a little, die.

to die go away.

Fuck, dog, really, what… … ." Yes.

Then that's your scream.

I---The Minor of Magical School, the Moon of the Duke of Ivancia, and the Lord of White Demons quietly nodded.

"There are not only assholes like you in the world." "......." "And I'm not going to make you a bastard either.

I can, and I will." I touched the forehead of the flame, “I am stronger than you.”

And the Auror backwashed.

The flames slipped, leaving behind a final curse.

dump.

Yeomje, who lost consciousness, fell to the ground.

Silence subsided in the alley.

Small footsteps came behind me.

When I turned around, Amethyst was looking up at me.

Her purple eyes were asking quietly.

“What are you going to do now?”

I nodded.

“Hundred return reincarnation.”

My shadow spread across the shady alley in the night sky.

The shadow procrastinated like a slime, and from there a figure of a person was formed.

+ [Hundred Reincarnation] Rank: SSS Effect: Summon those you killed yourself.

The dead do not inherit their abilities while they were alive.

However, if you wish, the lion will inherit the memories and appearances of his lifetime.

They are just summoned as monsters if you don't want to.

※However, it can only be summoned once a week.

+ “Wow.

What the fuck?”

The figure that emerged from the shadow looked exactly like the man who had just fallen to the floor.

“Where else are you? What an idiot place did you call me for?”

Yoo Soo-ha, dressed as a part-timer at Cafe Planetarium, frowned.

In this world, I was a part-time student, but in my world, he became a part-time student.

I asked him, feeling a strange causality.

“Yoosuha.”

"OK? Whoa, fuck you! Who's fallen here?" “Turn off your mind.

Yoo Soo-ha.”

“Why.”

“Are you dead and like a dog to me?”

Yoo Soo-ha looked at me with eyes asking if he saw all these assholes.

“Did you take any medicine?”

“Answer me honestly.”

"Come on.

It's like a dog.

If you were me, wouldn't you be like a dog? Where did you want to go hunting alone in a hunting ground where a dog-like cub like a dog's bones slaps someone in the back of the head or even after killing him? Don't you order it, don't you order someone to teach you cursing, damn.

"okay……." I sighed.

“I must be a bastard to some people… … ." "what?" "It's just.

There's nothing wrong with what my wife said......." Let's admit it slowly.

"I'm sorry." Yoo Soo-ha stopped.

"Ha?'' "I'm sorry I killed you, you bastard." "......." He shut his mouth.

It would be great if he was moved by my apology and kept silent, and then it would be a bit odd, but of course, he never does anything good for other people, and he doesn't do unusual things even more.

Because it's a motherfucker.

However, the flowing water looked at me with a sickly look.

“Are you sorry for killing me?”

"okay." “Fuck, I thought my ear was broken, but it turned out that it was that bastard head.

did you get shot? Oh, you don't die even if you're right? then be more right Wow.

I get all the apologies for living and living [I'm sorry I killed you].

Fuck you, this is the first time in human history I've heard of an apology like this.

iced coffee.

dog man...

… .

If this guy doesn't swear when he opens his mouth, pimples will appear on his lips.

Even when people say they're sorry.

"......." I looked back at Amethyst.

Amethyst looked at me with a wide smile.

“… … Are you happy?”

“It’s so exciting.

Mr.

Confucius.

It's so funny that all the people agree, not the individual's opinion.

Mr.

Confucius.

What kind of twins stole the honey that I put in the honey bees of all kinds? hey were you here It's so much fun that it comes buzzing and buzzing.

Confucius Mr.

Don't worry about So-in and continue talking with Yoo Soo-ha.

Confucius Mr.

But does Harlem also sell popcorn? Soin's mouth is now fervently demanding popcorn.

Mr.

Confucius.”

iced coffee.

dog girl...

… .

Why is it that there are only true idiots around me? In this world where gods, demons, and humans are all holding hands together, I hugged my head once and opened my mouth again after a while.

"Hey… … ." "What?" "I can't make up for my apologies now, but...

No, I can.

I'm sorry to you.

And don't repay that apology.

I'll pay you back in the future.

Is that okay?" "I was afraid that this fucking bastard wasn't a bastard, so I sat down talking like a dog.

What are you talking about? Fight it so that humans can understand it." “Look lucky that I’m such a strong person…”

I am.

I pulled out the most recent piece of my life.

"Really, I'm glad I'm strong." A fragment stolen from the top master.

+ [Phalangeal Dragon's Skull] Rank: SSS+ Effect: Stores the memory of the living.

Stored memories are stored in a 'box'.

This chest can only be destroyed by those who possess the skill.

As long as the chest is not destroyed, you can create a body of a character that inherits the same memories over and over again.

Your body can roam the world, building new memories, and 'updating' these experiences back into your chest.

Of course, if you allow it! Even if the character's body is destroyed, the chest will not take any damage.

Grant the privilege of immortality to those around you.

※However, the memory of the destroyed body cannot be updated in the box.

+ “Mr.

Amethyst.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

“I,”

I said, “I will bring this bastard back to life.”

The skull of the phalanx dragon.

A skill that preserves the opponent's [memory] and gives [body] With the strongest card I drew, I declared, "I will return my body to this motherfucker." To save one human.231.