SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Chapter 234

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I put my hand on the angler's shoulder.

A black whirlpool angle was wrapped around it.

The vortex was strong, then diminished very little.

From the size of an anglerfish body to the size of an anglerfish head… … back to eye size.

The whirlpool, which became smaller, was crushed like a marble at some point.

this.

This small marble was the [Phalangeal Dragon's Box].

Here are the memories of the angler.

In this little box...

… A nameless doppelganger devours a village girl and turns into a saint, who falls into a witch, builds a paradise and disappears without a trace...

… everything.

Everything is in this little box.

"......." soul.

Perhaps, if you find the closest word, you can express it that way.

I looked down at the soul of the Maw on my palm.

"crotch.

Can you hear me?”

Very slightly, the marble moved in the palm of the hand.

“From now on, I will eat your memories.

I don't know the principle...

It is not stored in my body as a box, but as black water and immersed in my heart.”

The sound of rain could be heard in the distance.

next door Or more next door.

The dark clouds that have passed through the poor alley will soon reach this old hanok.

“My dear.”

The jet-black beads looked dazzling.

“A little while ago, Amethyst told me something important.”

The beads didn't even move.

“If I give someone a body with my skills, that has to be the other person’s decision.”

In the black dictation, there was still a constant vortex.

“No one in this world can be born if they want.

No one chooses parents.

It's not just people who are generally considered unlucky.

No genius, rare beauty, or even a great sage, at the time of birth, that person has no will.

7 billion human beings are all disadvantaged in that they were born even though they did not want it and could not want it.”

beads are.

“That’s why I think this moment [to be able to decide who you want to receive your life from] is very, very special.”

The swirling dictation was simply raised towards my face.

“My dear.”

“……”

“Will you be my daughter?”

silence.

The summer rain that had passed through the neighboring town reached the hanok street.

The hanok street had a drainage system that was no different from that built during the Japanese occupation, and when it rained, there was no choice but to pray that it would not be flooded.

The rain poured down the old, old street.

"......." It rained in my palms.

Tuk! Touk, touk… … doo doo.

Raindrops bounced off the palm of the hand, then into the wider air, and pooled in the wood grain of the old Daecheongmaru.

There was a deserter like this, but a little bit of rainwater was accumulating on my palm, and half of the jet-black marble was submerged in time.

“My dear.”

To this submerged little being.

I said with a begging face.

“Will you be my daughter?”

He shook his head as if a marble was swimming forward.

Communication beyond that was impossible.

However, I could tell that the marble nodded.

"okay." I raised my left hand and slowly grabbed the submerged marble in my right hand.

And also slowly--- I put the soul of the Maw in my mouth.

mouth closed.

Hold on, swallow "......." The marbles became black liquid and flowed down my tongue.

As it flowed down, the black liquid spread in dozens and hundreds of branches and penetrated into the internal organs of my body.

It was a shadow.

The shadow that was procrastinating and eroding the intestines at the next moment, as if it had finally found its target, was only in one place on the human body.

rushed towards the heart.

Hundreds of thousands of shadows tightened my heart.

So, my heart swelled.

There was no problem with the function of the heart, however, there was a shadow, and each shadow was drawing someone's memory.

“Skull of a phalanx dragon.”

[I activate the skill.] Whoa! The shadows that had entangled my heart were released in an instant.

Then, through the esophagus, the mouth, and the tongue, hundreds of thousands of black remnants flooded in and finally escaped from the body.

"........!" When it came out, it was, at best, just a marble level.

Beads flowed down through the rain on the floor of the Daecheong floor.

And with every barrel, barrel, barrel, and bouncing, the marbles grew exponentially larger.

Finally, the marble became so large that it took up the entire floor--- "......." At that moment, the huge marble broke.

- Meow! Nyaung howled.

nya! Nyaaaa! meow! It rained while a cat with a dog's body cried for a long time, and in the rain, the outer edges of the beads melted and became a shadow.

And she stood in the shadows.

"......." Esdel.

A comfortable attire that a country girl would have worn.

When I looked around the farm that day, I picked up any useful vegetables, and a small basket for that.

A girl who should have been in the middle of a rice paddy was born after breaking the egg of shadow.

“Ah……”

As the angler looked around in despair, I remembered a scenery I had once seen.

Ah, that’s right.

Those who enter the tower have nothing.

Money.

ID cards.

Even clothes and socks.

As if they had just been born, they become a pagoda all naked.

They go through a long tunnel to a square called Babylon.

And they receive a nickname, a new name.

All these things [you are born again] ] was a metaphor and device, and all of this was [You are the new children of Soin].

Like, “What name would you like to have?”

As I do now.

"......." The Demon King of Autumn Rain couldn't answer for a while, but it wasn't that he was silent because he had nothing to answer, but an answer was already prepared, but he dared to say it out loud.

I wonder if it'd be okay...

Such luxury, such a miracle, was the kind of thing that kept her mouth shut because she didn't know if it would be acceptable to someone like her.

she cried “Esdel… My name is, … … Esdel...

… Estello, please...

… ." I nodded.

I guessed why she chose the name of the first human she had killed as the name of her new born.

She decided to live for someone else.

"Yeah." Guessing her mind, I gave her a name: “Estel.”

“Yes, yes… my lord.”

“I am no longer your master, but your father.”

In front of the avatar of a certain goddess who wants to exist as the mother of all, I said to the life I had created: “There will be many difficult things ahead.

Always treat the person in front of you with respect.

When you come back, there is very little that the sword cannot accomplish, but you still need so much.”

“Yes, yes… black.

Yes….”

“For the time being, work part-time at the planetarium cafe.

Meet people, serve guests, pay bills, prank, chat with co-workers, fight while talking, and take responsibility while fighting.

I want to learn what a person is there.”

"Yes… … ." I called her name, holding her breath and weeping.

"Esdel." I said, "You learn many things." As soon as he opened the door, he saw the first creature that had been shone on him.

-Grog.

He didn't know what this creature was.

There were a lot of things he didn't know, but only the sound...

the sound of rain.

Just like now.

When she became Esdel from a nameless monster, she was allowed to live a normal human life.

When Esdel was called a saint, it seemed that an honorable and divine future was shining for her.

When the saint fell into a witch, she I became a demon lord and destroyed a world.

But at any moment, I didn't feel that I was born.

It's just that life was given and I lived according to what was given.

Because I was able to replace a dead child.

Seeing that, people around me thought of myself as an angel or a saint… No, I just lived.

I just wanted to live.

- Esdel.

Only at this moment.

- Learn a lot.

Esdel was born.

"......." Esdel held a gigantic jet-black sword.

It was a sword that rolled down from the marble she was born with.

The red sword that made her undefeated and the strongest when she was called the Demon King.

Esdel held up a red sword.

For her small body, the sword was too large.

But to Esdel, this sword was like a soul.

Attracting souls was so easy that Esdel simply raised her sword high: "Poor life." Esdel's face sank, as if reciting her own prayer, "It's all I can do to prove myself here." The red sword moved slowly: “Today, I look up to the sky and shed a high voice.”

And...

the swung sword spit out a howl.

The red light emitted by the great sword ripped the world apart.

The raindrops that fell all at once split, the dark clouds scattered, and the sunset that had been hidden behind them shattered.

"...

...." While reflecting the splendid color of the sunset as it was, raindrops and raindrops fell.

Each drop seemed to hold gold, and the old hanok was suddenly covered with gold.

[The demon king of autumn rain appears.

] Amethyst looked blankly at a golden shower in the middle of the yard.

Amethyst looked back at Gongja Kim and smiled.

“Confucius, you have so many beautiful things.”

"......." Gongja Kim nodded.

“Yes,”

said Gongja Kim.

“This is the day Esdel was born.”

And this day was not the only day Esther was born.

In the old yard of a hanok, many church members prostrated themselves.

There were not enough seats, so many fell on the shoulders of their fellow members.

499 people.

With the exception of one person, Magyo (魔敎) did not lose heart even after losing their old master.

“Blood horse.”

I called the name of the strongest man among them.

“Yes, my lord!”

“You followed the Lord of Heaven and served him, and took care of all the chores.

If there were evil people to be dealt with, they were dealt with, and if they had to build a house for the church members, they built it.

Since you not only punished evil, but also served the people, you are worthy of being called a secretary among secretaries and a worker among workers.”

"thank you! Little teacher!”

I nodded.

“Ghost Demon (鬼魂炎魔)”

“Yeah.”

“If Heavenly Father has a will, you have dedicated it with strategy and resourcefulness in order to achieve that will.

Even if your world was buried in the snow and all your strategies and strategies were frozen under the snow, it was your devotion that made Heaven's last will come to pass." "......" I nodded.

“Wolyeong Horse Army (月影魔君).”

“First rank in Sima-gun, Si-yeong-dae, Wolyeong-ma-gun.

I answer the call of the Principal.”

“You planted ganja under the world and knew that the snowfield had arrived in the world earlier than anyone else.

You worked hard to guide the last elite of the Moorim Maeng, and summoned the last warriors of Macheon.

"......" I nodded.

“Swordsman.”

“I want to tell you! Little teacher!”

“You are strong.

In the final battle, we won against the Moorimmaeng.

If he wasn't strong, no matter how beautiful the fight was, even if it was a story that could be passed on forever, what use would it be? We have to win.”

“Kah ha ha! Because you are right, I want to hug my little teacher’s chest!”

"you." I turned my back and looked at the 499 members.

“With you, we were able to win.

No, it was because of us that Master was able to win." A quiet fire burned in the eyes of the members of the church.

"Did Master just achieve victory over the Moorimmaeng?" "no!" The members of the church answered all at once, “Did you just win over Namgungun, the leader of Moorim?”

"no!" The members of the church shouted as if vomiting blood, “Then, what has our Most High triumphed over!”

Above the evening sky that Esther had parted, the people of the snow that had one day perished cried out: “World!”

Yes, “Heaven has conquered the world!”

I nodded, "Even if eternal snow falls and covers the earth.

Even if all the people are buried in the snow and die.

Nevertheless, Master never gave up on anything, and never once doubted the sword.

So, Master cut the snowy field.”

“The world of magic!”

“Mincho poison zone!”

“But there are still many and many worlds that are challenging us.”

I lifted my finger and pointed to the sky, there was only a cracked sunset, but my hand was pointing to the tower beyond, and everyone in the room knew it: “The world that Master did not cut is still, still, there is blood flowing from my mouth.

It will overflow!”

The lives of church members have reached their peak: “Will we inherit the legacy of Macheon?”

“I hope!”

“If there are many, many worlds that need to be cut down, are we determined what we are going to do?”

“I hope!”

“Then live!”

“Agabara!”

“Our hearts are candles.”

“I will burn the world!”

So I melted the 499 boxes in my heart.

The resurrected members were still immersed in life, but what they vomit was not only life.

At my murmuring, 499 church members all drew their swords at once: “Mincho Dokzon!”