SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

my corps.

(1) Silence fell in the dark alley.

“I want to revive it.”

Viscount Amethyst looked around slowly.

“It’s interesting.”

A very transparent purple mirror contained the alley inside.

“Because, here, the atmosphere doesn’t match [Resurrection] at all.

Did you know? Mr.

Confucius.”

Calling my name, Viscount Amethyst stepped on the muddy water.

chubby.

Viscount Amethyst's feet got caught in plastic bottle trash.

Amethyst picked up the dirty waste with her long, white fingers.

“Think about this drink bottle.

It must have been imported from the outside world.

It's just a trivial drink, but someone wanted to import it and drink it, even if it cost platinum.

I drank it and drank it again and again...

… Oh my goodness.

It was wasted down to the last drop.”

Topju hummed happily.

“The drink I drank so dearly.

It would have been a waste to just throw it away.

Perhaps for a while it was used like a water bottle? Maybe it was written with a pencil case.

But there are limits to that kind of love.”

tuk.

Viscount Amethyst threw the plastic bottle back into the muddy water.

“That’s how the garbage was dumped where it should be.”

The already muddy plastic bottle slid slowly into the puddle and then stopped.

“Here.”

At some point, Viscount Amethyst stood among us.

Not only me, but also Yeomje, I was looking at the amethyst as quietly as possible, probably because I felt the instinct that I would be pursued if I approached him recklessly.

“All abandoned things are abandoned once again.”

Silence fell again.

in a dark alley.

Abandoned people from the vast outer world flocked to the tower and built Babylon, and those abandoned in Babylon crawled back into the alleys and built a Harlem street, and now there are haunted families and abominations abandoned even in Harlem.

Here, an ominous silence fell around the three of us.

“In a place like this, Confucius said he would bring people back to life.”

I nodded.

"That's right." "like." Viscount Amethyst laughed softly.

“Would it be okay if I could explain to you what method you would like to achieve the resurrection by?”

okay.

As I looked at the amethyst---not just amethyst, I proved my qualifications to everything here, abandoned and abandoned.

"As you know.

I have the skill to summon the dead.”

Paat.

A golden card shone from my hand.

+ [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.

+ “And.”

My hand pulled out another card.

“If I have [memory], I also have the skill to hand over a whole body to that person.”

+ [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.

+ I took out two cards and looked at them.

“Mr.

Amethyst.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

“If I activate both skills together, I can save Yoo Soo-ha.”

Yoo Soo-ha, who was quietly overwhelmed by the scenery next to me, shrugged and shrugged.

“Please save me.”

"Huh." Amethyst's eyes narrowed.

"It's really interesting, extremely witty, and personally, it's a request I'd like to grant." Amethyst raised her finger and swiped my card, "Look carefully at the skill description.

First of all, Reincarnation." + Summon those you killed yourself.

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

+ Look, Amethyst said: "In Hundred Reincarnation, the word [Lion] is evident.

So, that person is not [resurrected].

For example, Mr.

Yoo Su-ha standing there," Yu Su-ha shrugged once more.

"It's not a life.

It's a summoned body.

In other words, it's a doll that looks just like the body it had before it died.

There is this, and memories from before he died are overlaid on the doll.

On the other hand..." Amethyst smiled.

“Look at the next card.”

+ Storing the memory of the living.

Stored memories are stored in a 'box'.

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.

+ “It is very clear that it is said to hold the memory of [the living].”

She flicked her finger and tapped the card.

“It is not the memory of the dead.

It's not even a memory of a summoned body that was created by summoning the dead again, either by spirit or by summoning.

Only the memories of those who are already alive can be put into the box.”

Viscount Amethyst smiled and tilted her head.

"That's sad." "......." "If Suha Yoo was still alive, she would have been able to keep her memories in the box without any problems.

Skills are very strict, so no matter how sad it is, I can't allow exceptions.

I'm sorry.

”

"no." I shook my head, "You don't need to be sorry, Top Master." “Huh?”

Amethyst tilted her head.

"What does it mean?" “For me, the process of collecting memories, living or dead, is unnecessary.”

I am.

From the moment I saw the skill [Phalangeal Dragon's Skull], I had already drawn all the pictures.

“Because [Reincarnation] is already storing all the memories of the dead.”

"......" Amethyst closed her mouth.

The silence in the alley grew stronger.

I continued to speak into the purple eyes.

“[Hundred Reincarnations] is already a box in which memories are stored in itself.

I have memories of Yoo Su-ha.

I have the memories of the slaughter.

I have a golden memory.

I have the memory of an ogre.

There are memories of the members of the church who embraced Macheon in their hearts.”

under my feet.

From the very shadow that had already formed the Yusuha once, white demons were summoned one after another.

The shadow grew wider and wider, covering the plastic bottle trash at Viscount Amethyst's feet.

covered the mud puddle.

It covered an alleyway that had already been ruined, covered the Harlem street that had long since become a haunted house, and finally covered everything that was abandoned twice in this world.

Anglerfish, members of the Magyo, Geumsamae, Salcheonseong.

Those gathered in my shadow slowly, one by one, raised their heads.

With my back on them, I looked at the amethyst.

“My [Hundred Reincarnation] is already a [box] containing countless memories.”

I told the god of this tower.

“Because I already have these children's memory boxes.

No need to look for a living child again and bring back memories.

top owner.

For me, the process is unnecessary.”

blast furnace.

“All I need is the bodies of these children.”

“……”

“Being bound to my summoning skills, when I call them, they are called right away.

I don't have any of the skills I had before.

Not just dolls with bodies and memories---." Not dolls chained to me.

"Children with their own bodies." A body that can go where you want to go, do what you want to do.

A body that is no different from a human being.

“I just want to give my body to these children.”

Amethyst closed her lips.

The eyes of the white spirits that rose from my shadow looked at the amethyst.

The shadow was indistinguishable from the mud, it was like countless stars in the moonlight looking up at her.

Not only Yoo Su-ha---”

“Yes.”

I nodded.

“I hope that all of these people can be resurrected here.”

2.

How much silence passed.

"Aha… ." Viscount Amethyst laughed.

"Uh-huh, yes." I didn't know what [yes] was, but that she was very happy, and that she was extremely satisfied with the way I used the skills I had created, just by looking at her expression, I could guess.

”

Viscount Amethyst tapped the muddy water with his toe.

Then, the water splashed out.

Just before the mud got on Viscount Amethyst's socks and calves, black water droplets stopped in the air.

"That's why the villain built the tower.

”

Time stopped.

Viscount Amethyst playfully tapped the muddy water once more.

The skirt of her skirt fluttered.

In the slow motion of a circus tent, Viscount Amethyst smiled brightly and clapped her hands.

Confucius is trying to build his own tower inside the tower built by the villain.”

Clap! “Okay, everyone.”

Viscount Amethyst smiled brightly, "To this [junior] who dares to challenge a small man." I had never seen her smile as brightly as she does now.

Like Ga-hee on stage, like a conductor to an orchestra, Amethyst stood in the middle of a ruined Harlem Street, with her arms wide open.

I will show you.”

Amethyst exclaimed excitedly, "Everyone! Come here!" At that moment, the night was torn.

There is no other way to describe it.

A long scar opened in the night sky as if a giant god had cut it with a sword.

It was split in two.

It was as if there was an invisible zipper in the night sky, and someone ripped the zipper.

The full moon was torn apart.

The Milky Way was opened.

The moonlight was torn and the starlight split, and finally the whole sky was opened.

In the place that opened like gills, only pitch black was breathing.

[The apostle of the master of eternal life appears.] And white butterflies came pouring out from the pitch black gap [The apostle of the master of eternal life appears.] First, one [the apostle of the master of eternal life appears.] Next Five.

[The apostle of the master of eternal life appears.] But soon, dozens.

[The apostle of the master of eternal life appears.] [The apostle of the master of eternal life appears.] .] Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.

Countless white butterflies fell from the night sky.

We blankly looked up at the stars made up of white butterflies.

"......." Each and every one of those countless butterflies, [Geumsa-mae Youngae] No.

Maybe it would be rude to compare them to the young girls of the golden age.

They weren’t just an ordinary constellation, they were the apostles who served the tower’s one and only owner, the tower master.

“Master, what is that person…?”

Am I astonished by the number of apostles filling the night sky.

The angler who was summoned to me trembled and came to protect me.

It wasn't just the angler.

"Minor, what kind of madman did you make the enemy of this time?" "I'm not saying this because I'm behind, but the number of heads is slightly different.

Well, I'm not a man to be afraid of because of the number of heads, but it's just that." "Oh my gosh……." The members of the Magic Church surrounded me layer by layer.

It was an expression that said, “If I do, I will protect myself even by throwing myself away.”

“Ahaha.”

Seeing me and the white demons like that, Amethyst laughed happily.

“The Four Kings.”

“If the Four Kings were born in the same world as the Minor.

If they had been born a little earlier than the Minor, the positions of the Four Kings and the Minor might have changed in this place.”

Amethyst smiled, raised her index finger, and gently pressed her lip with her finger, "but the dwarf was a little faster." Butterflies formed the Milky Way in the night sky.

Countless stars appeared.

Every point in the starlight was an apostle of Viscount Amethyst.

Regardless of ancient or modern times, in any era and in any place, the life saved by Viscount Amethyst.

They embroidered brightly like the stars in the sky.

“As a latecomer, you will have to work a little or a lot to follow the small people.”

"...I'm glad.

I don't know anything else, but I'm confident that I'll do my best." “I look forward to it.”

Amethyst smiled, "As a sign of anticipation, I'll give you one more small gift." Viscount Amethyst raised her hand.

Dozens of butterflies flapped their wings and flew towards Amethyst.

And as soon as the butterflies touched the back of her hand, a small light burst out.

The light grew in an instant and became the size of a child.

“God!”

A child hugged Warak Amethyst's waist, "It's real! It's God!" “God, please call me more often!”

“It feels like it’s been almost 30 years since you sang me!”

Little children trembled and clinged to Amethyst.

It's like fans meeting their longing sister? The little children chattered nonstop, and Amethyst smiled and stroked their hair one by one.

?" suddenly.

One of them made eye contact with one of the children.

"Mister?" "......" My heart was pounding.

“It’s uncle!”

“Are you uncle? What kind of uncle?”

“Half of the world is an uncle to us all.”

“The man who played with us!”

Faces seen only as sculpted dolls.

"where? In what way?”

“The mansion where we were imprisoned!”

“When are you talking about?”

“That old man came and played with us!”

“That’s not us.”

“Isn’t that the memory we entrusted to God?”

"that's right! God said he will decorate the tower with our memories!”

“Oh, I remember… … .

600 years ago?”

“It was so much fun back then!”

I slowly opened my mouth.

"you guys." The children of the burning mansion.

He said to the children who were chattering with real faces, not dolls.

“Aren’t you dead?”

"No." It was Amethyst who answered, and she stroked the child's forehead softly.

"It's dead." "......." "These children are like Mr.

Yoo Su-ha of this world.

[If there was a dwarf].

In one of the worlds where such a family was built, with the help of the dwarf, he managed to escape from the mansion.

, the children who survived and became the apostles of the dwarfs.”

In other words, “Just as you decided to bring people back to life with [Hundred Reincarnation] and [Phalangeal Dragon’s Skull], Soin is nurturing children with [Enduring Life].”

“Like what I do to Yoo Soo-ha…”

"Yes.

So-in tries to give a second life to all who are dying in all circumstances.

Yes.

Originally, Mr.

Yoo Su-ha was also trying to take over the small people through this world.”

Amethyst laughed a little.

“I’ll leave it to you.”

"......." "Mr.

Even the uninhabited people of Macheon.

Selling gold.

Salcheonseongdo.

It may be only a handful compared to these countless stars, but the Four Kings.

I'll leave that handful to you.

One day, the water drops may gather and gather to form a river.”

Countless galaxies in the night sky.

Below that, the master of eternal life put his hands together.

“A person who is similar to a small person but wants to walk a different path.”

As if praying somewhere.

“Good luck to you.”

and.

[Trauma reproduction complete.] [Confirm that the subject's ego is maintained.] [End the penalty.] There was light.232.