SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Independent.

(3) The times passed quickly.

The more splendid the flag symbolizing the Reconciliation Council, the more races gathered under it.

The development took place at such a rapid rate, and we who were watching had no choice but to exclaim from time to time.

“Wait, wait! Slow down for a second!”

The person most excited about is the Black Dragon.

It was my friend Anastasia.

"Another race has challenged the Chairman of the Reconciliation Council!" “What race are you this time?”

"You're a Sanwa! The way you dress, you look like a miner.

A Sanwa miner is dueling against the chairman of the council!" "Really?" Hei Ryong-ju raised a finger and pointed to one side of the hologram.

“Where do you put your eye color and use it? Strengthen your eyesight and take a closer look!”

Oh, it really was.

It was a Sanwa snail with seven tentacles.

It originally had eight tentacles, but it seems that one of them has been lost in the storms of life.

However, damage to a single tentacle didn't seem to have any negative effect on her.

The miner, who had lost an arm, sat down with a very solemn face, like a soldier taking a scar as a decoration.

Red carpet on the ground.

Designated tribes lined up on either side.

All of the designated tribes were huge, and they looked down on these small Sanwa tribes with a terrifying aura.

-Lime.

The Sanwa people spit and spit.

The sputum of the Sanwa clan was muffled.

Just like the slime toys I played with when I was a kid.

So, it seemed like a declaration of war that [I will play with you like toys from now on].

-First of all, on behalf of the Sanwa, I salute you mold bastards! The Sanwa shouted.

-If it weren't for you, we would have perished in an instant, and those who escaped destruction would have become slaves, working until their shells cracked and their skin melted and flowed.

Raimu.

It's all of you who have been able to live moderately with a moderate pickaxe! Especially thanks to the legendary Chairman Uburka! Hearing his words is favorable, his face is still shaky.

-thanks! But now it is.

Now, we have grown enough to live in front of ourselves.

Since it's been hundreds of years, there are no cubs trying to kill us, and it's shameful and shameful to live with you guys alone! - Ugor.

The chairman of the reconciliation council at the time laughed softly.

- He who knows shame is wonderful.

Because it makes you brave.

I am well aware of your shame.

Now tell me about your courage.

-I am the strongest of the Sanwa! chump, chump, chump.

The Sanwa raised seven tentacles.

The weapon he chose was neither a sword nor a spear.

There was a tool that was too far away from the flashy weapons.

song top.

The miner's unsightly pickaxe gripped every tentacle.

- Ugor! The designated warriors burst into laughter.

Except for the chairman who sat on a huge rock, dozens of designated warriors giggled at once.

-I heard that a representative from the Sanwa village was sent, so I thought that some kind of giraffe had popped out! - You dare to defeat us with a pickaxe! -If you are a miner, go back to the pole and dig stones like a miner! Get the salt! If you live like that and meet silver or gold balls, take them with contentment saying that these are the blessings of your life! ugh! Where do you come out of the holy arena with pickaxes! - Ugor! Ugor! The Sanwa did not answer.

I didn't even look at it.

But from beginning to end, I looked up at the Chairman of the Reconciliation Council.

-Well.

The chairman nodded.

- Order the ones who just put a smile on their lips in turn.

Duel with that Sanwa.

The designated warriors roared.

-Chairman, that's...

… .

-When we were still living in the Sanwa's huge cave, Slimepolis, we didn't have any weapons.

window? knife? don't be funny All we had was a bucket of water and a hammer.

With that hammer, dear white lion, we have toppled the Sanwa empire.

-.......

-The hammer is the weapon that destroyed the empire.

It is the weapon of our ancestors, the arsenal of our compatriots, and our weapon.

Would a pickaxe be any different? A warrior who does not recognize the essence of a weapon has no right to boast of his rank in the Reconciliation Council.

If you are defeated in a duel with the Sanwa, return all ranks and return to the Guru! The faces of the designated tribes turned blue.

But the ruler of fire and river, the chairman of the reconciliation council, did not take the order.

-hurry! Five designated tribesmen came out to the battlefield.

-Lime.

The Sanwa people still had the same expression on their faces.

Just let her wag her tentacles once, woohoo! The pickaxe skimmed through it with a sharp edge to a radius of 3 meters.

- Run in turn or all at once according to your taste.

The five designated tribesmen were not even able to wear indigo plant.

The real duel started after that.

The warriors who easily restrained themselves from sneering came out.

They were defeated.

The warriors who threw away prejudice about the race immediately followed.

They also lost.

Warriors who looked at a person's appearance but looked at the aura inside that person were as important as the words the person uttered, and the movement of the auror in his heart was as important.

They too were defeated.

A warrior who regards the aurora that dwells in the heavens and the earth as beautiful, and who thinks that the world is only burning like fire, [fire that burns forever], came out.

He also lost.

However, in the Sanwa tribe, five of the seven tentacles were cut again, and one tentacle was crushed, leaving only two tentacles, just like human arms.

- Whoops...

… Whoo, ha, woo...

… under.

bloodiness.

- Rather than digging a cave...

… Easy, Lime.

The snail's shell was crushed like the bumper of a car accident.

Blood and mucus ran all over his body.

Looking down at the Sanwa, the chairman of the Peace Council sat down on a rock chair that only the strongest uninhabited of this era could climb, and laughed out loud.

- What's your name? - Seimslam.

The Sanwa moaned and shed slime.

-One of the seven lords who ruled the now-destroyed Canyon City, the last descendant of the Rekamuraim family, and the heir of the spiral flow.

- That's great.

The leader of the designated tribe exposed huge fangs.

- From now on, you will be the second-ranking Vice-Chairman of the Reconciliation Council.

samslam.

The times passed quickly.

In the history of the designated tribe, the Sanwa became the vice-chairman.

It was unprecedented.

Even looking back on the history of the Sanwa tribes ruling the designated tribes in the past, they entrusted important positions to the enemy's tribe.

Not convinced by this, many warriors of the designated tribe waged a duel.

Each time, the Vice-Chairman of the Reconciliation Council, the Sanwa, and the Seimslam repulsed the challenger.

She never refused a duel.

- One who knows pride.

The designated tribes decided to tear down the sediment of a long history.

- Sleep strong.

The designated tribes buried the sorrows of the past in the beauty of reality.

- That's enough.

Thus, the Sanwa were officially accepted into the Reconciliation Council.

At least, if they were strong enough to receive rank in the parliament, they should not be ridiculed or ignored anywhere.

strong self-esteem.

This has been the only commandment that has been kept since the days when the white lion led to the Guru.

“…it’s amazing.”

As we were all watching the hologram, Anastasia suddenly muttered: In the hologram, Samslam, the vice-chairman of the Sanwa tribe, was politely greeted by warriors of lower rank than him.

clunky...

… They can't do as many things as we do, and they certainly don't know more than we do." Black Dragon Zhu opened his lips slightly.

“As much as we are, no, stronger than us.”

"......." "These children live with pride.

The Sanwa tribe who pickaxes in the salt mine, the bird tribe swimming in the water, the fairy tribe who occasionally go to the stage of blood chemistry while touching gold coins, and the noble tribe who send duels on behalf of war every time...

… all.

You are really strong.”

I nodded.

"Yes." While feeling the infinite joy in my heart.

“These kids are as strong as us… … They are healthier than us.”

At that moment, a strange feeling crouched in the middle of my heart.

Something transparent, but never sticky, slowly spread from the center of the heart to the periphery.

When I turned around a little, the expressions of the Black Dragon Lord and the Paladin were similar.

'okay.' I realized the identity of my emotions.

'This is something to be proud of.' I don't know if that's the pride I feel for my children as a parent.

Only humans could be proud of seeing people other than myself.

That fact made me feel better.

[The stage on the 37th floor begins.] The hologram was illuminated by a snowy field.

Frozen North.

The red dragon, who had been sleeping in the perennial frozen ground, woke up.

The red dragon had risen once a long time ago, and then exploded a volcano and flew away.

All the hunters gathered here knew where the volcano was and how hot lava it was.

“… … It was because of that dragon that the volcano erupted in the primeval forest on the 31st floor.”

Reading the quest description, Anastasia furrowed her eyebrows.

Now, we were not able to participate in the stage, but thanks to the consideration of [The Princess Who Walks in Mirage], I was able to read the quest description briefly.

"Well.

Even if you pretend, you are as strong as a constellation!”

The Inquisitor glanced at the hologram and patted his chin.

“If I leave the car, Uburka-san is staying there, so I can interfere, but… … ." "no." I shook my head, "The Reconciliation Council will try to solve it by itself.

Look." The reconciliation council gathered the army.

The group that started out as a small assembly of the designated tribe is no longer the exclusive property of the designated tribe.

Designated tribes occupied more than half of the city.

However, all those gathered here obtained rank through fair duels.

There were no Sanwa tribes who were dissatisfied with the large number of designated tribes, and vampires complaining about the existence of fairies.

There were no servants either.

They were warriors.

-Have they gathered? The chairman of the Peace Council asked.

Tens of thousands of warriors pounded the ground at once.

The chairman nodded lightly.

Let's go to the icy north.

On the way to the north, we ran into an army.

One-horned giants.

They were an army of noble people.

-Ugre.

-Cre.

Serpents descended and joined the nobles.

100 years have not passed since the war began.

There was still a strange feeling of victory and rivalry between the designated tribes and noble people.

The two armies faced each other across the tundra plain.

In the designated tribes, the chairman of the reconciliation council He rode a lion alone, and in noble tribes, the high priest who worships the snake god approached with his staff hitting the ground with a tuk-tuk.

I didn't come here to fight.

-Red dragon? -They say that if you leave it alone, the mythical catastrophe will erupt.All mountains will burst out in rage, lava will burst, all rivers will burn red, and it will become a barren land where no one can survive.

Ugor - I agree with that, but the young people think differently.

The chairman and the high priest giggled.

- What do you say about the snake god you worship? Do you want it to come? - Our god was worried...

….

The high priest of the noble tribe slowly shook his head.

- At the end, he announced that he could not intervene.

Moonju Cheonmu.

The viper, who wanted to take the lead in taking care of the noble tribe more than anyone else, gave up this time, however.

decided not to intervene.

They took a step back so that they could get through the crisis they faced on their own.

It was the choice of Chun Mu Moon Ju, who would still be staying in that world.

-The other day, when the red dragon spread its wings, the gods supported us.

But a lot of time has passed.

God has said we believe.

we are strong It will become stronger in the future.

- Although weaker than us.

Ugor.

- You're like fucking mold bastards.

The high priest grunted, and the chairman extended his right hand.

-Dear parents and friends watching us from above.

Let us show you how strong we are.

- Cre.

Don't fight.

Our hunters silently watched the 37th floor stage.

-Koooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much In the middle of the snowy field, a huge red dragon howled.

A blizzard raged in all directions, but it was not enough to hide the red dragon's bright red skin.

Thick snow fell from the sky, but it was too small to bury the red dragon's scorching heat.

The frozen earth for thousands of years, with every move the Red Dragon made, it ripped in its claws and screamed.

-let's go.

In the first battle, the high priest of the noble family died.

It got caught up in the breath that the red dragon gave off, leaving only an old staff behind, and it just disappeared as a piece of snow in the frozen land.

-let's go.

In the second battle, the chairman of the Reconciliation Council of the designated tribe was killed.

While the warriors completed the Macheonjinbeop, someone had to buy time.

1 min.

No, even for 30 seconds, the warriors needed time to concentrate, exchange Aurors, share images, and bring their scenery to this world.

The current Chairman of the Reconciliation Council lasted 1 minute and 23 seconds.

The ax he wielded cut the red dragon's shell, and the fist he struck ruptured the red dragon's left eyeball.

Toward the mythical monster that causes earthquakes and erupts volcanoes just by being there, the lone warrior swung his axe, and was bitten by the teeth of the enemy in the same posture he was about to wield the axe.

-let's go.

In the third fight, the red dragon's head fell off.

The red dragon's skin was thick.

The flesh was thicker.

The bones were even thicker.

One pickaxe scratched the skin, two pickaxes dug the skin, and three pickaxes cut the flesh.

Four pickaxes cut flesh, five pickaxes tore flesh, six pickaxes scratched bones.

Seven pickaxes cut the bone.

-Lime.

Now with the pickaxe wrapped around the only one remaining tentacle.

A single Sanwa clan was mounted on the red dragon's neck.

- Easier than digging a cave.

And he blew the final blow.

The head of the red dragon, as huge as a hill, fell endlessly and endlessly underground, spewing out the screams that remained in its mouth even though it had fallen from its body.

As he fell down the ice wall, the screaming continued.

At some point, the sound of water was heard and the scream slowly faded away.

The head of the red dragon sank to the surface of the cold sea of water.

-Lime.

On top of the cliff, the Sanwa people shook their heads.

The slime was scattered.

When she turned around, she saw a number of warriors who were a little less than they had when they came to the north.

one person.

two people.

three people.

In all, seventy-four warriors were killed.

Among them were the high priest of the noble tribe and the chairman of the designated tribe.

- That's great.

The Sanwa, who were the second strongest warriors on the continent yesterday, and the first strong warriors today, smiled bitterly.

-Let's go back to our hometown.

Lime.

samslam.

629th Chairman of the Peace Council.

For the first time in history, it was the moment when the Sanwa were crowned chairman.

[Stage cleared!] [The 37th floor stage has been cleared!] Success without any help from hunters.

It was the first moment that the clearing was made even though the so-called 'players' did not intervene at all.

- Confucius.

'Well? What is it, a swordsman?' -You mean, don't you forget what kind of inspiration you are and the race he cares for...

? Well.

let's fix it It was---there was a possibility that it was the first moment that the so-called 'players' were cleared even without any intervention.

'It's a sentence that doesn't really make sense to me...

.' Anyway, what does it matter? Right next to me, Black Dragon Joo said, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" "I love you, I put my arms around my arms, and I'm making gossip.

I'm sure the work of Chun-Moon-Joo and the swordsman will be resolved well.

I smile and for now, I just decided to bless those reflected in the hologram." .

Hey guys.' Our children we are proud of more than anyone else.255.