SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

gray spider.

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I don't think I've ever had a cool breeze in my life.

In the fall, the scent of maple leaves faded.

Because there was no scent.

Spring was refreshing.

In summer, there was a watery smell.

Being alive, anything was disgusting.

'The Gray Spider' wanted to die in the fall.

- Witch tribe.

who gave it that name A witch (魔女) did not simply mean a magician who performed magic.

In the language of the world here, Niglus-Kukulu, demon (魔) harbored all kinds of nuances of disgust and contempt.

[forsaken], [blasphemy], [23rd], [cursed].

“Female”

did not mean only gender.

Originally, there were more than four types of gender here.

There was no dichotomy between men and women.

Mirgal.

If you are looking for an appropriate translation, it is [Gray].

While red, blue, green, and the three primary colors dominate the world, [Gray] could produce successors only by receiving seeds of other genders.

[Cursed Gray Race].

witch tribe.

The season when 'The Gray Spider' was born was autumn.

- Poor thing.

Maybe the mother didn't know what she was talking about.

- What were you born for in this world? .

The mother did not appreciate the value of the newborn child.

All the words the mother muttered now will be understood by the child.

Children are born blessed by nature and remember 'everything they have seen and heard'.

I already heard a lot from my womb and felt a lot.

My mother gave birth to a genius, but she didn't know that.

- Poor thing...

… .

a handful of water.

a little bit of blood.

Eyes looking down at you and a hand turning over your forehead.

Sympathy in the guise of love, resignation in imitation of consolation, death in disguise as life.

smell.

Mom's smell.

The smell of autumn.

-What are you doing in a place like this...

… .

The gray spider hated the world.

2.

-I have no feelings for the elder.

the mastermind said.

- To me, emotions are actions.

it's a zombie It's just that there are many times when it doesn't appear on the outside, but that's also an act.

Don't you just feel what you feel? Well? Those who live as they live will be like that.

not me.

The mastermind crossed his arms.

- It is entirely my decision not to care about the elders.

If I had invited you to climb the tower with me, then he would have followed me.

If we became friends, we might have become friends.

But I decided not to.

Not just elders! I haven't made a single colleague.

I asked.

Why? -Because there are countless people in this world who don't even have a chance to get a mate.

Bae Huo-ryeong looked up at the horse tower.

- Friends are lucky.

Even lovers are a coincidence.

Kim Zombie.

You owe your luck to your fortunes, that you have earned countless colleagues, made friends, served your teachers, and have met your loved ones.

It is a treasure that you have achieved through hard work, but the fact that such people were born is a miracle in itself.

thump.

I took the last step and exited the cave.

-Don't think that luck is for everyone.

I followed and looked up at the spire that the background spirit had already been looking at.

- There is a life where no one is by your side.

Until the very end, there are some people who don't have luck until the day they die.

There are countless lives in which you are only expected to be betrayed.

Those guys eventually give up.

give up There's no reason to live in a hurry anymore, no reason to climb higher than you are now.

The horse tower was a building well suited to the modifier “Ma (魔)”.

A building is a base for living in the world.

There are doors and windows, so you can step out into the world and peek outside.

However, the tower did not leave a door.

From the top to the basement, only black was dyed.

Not the black that reflects the sun, but the black that swallows even the sunlight.

For that reason, the tower resembled a body, not a building.

Not as an extension of the world, but as a will to reject it, the finger-like tower rose from the ground and stretched out into the sky.

-I wanted to show it to them.

At that finger, I raised my head and stared at it.

- It's okay to have no colleagues.

I counted the seconds in my mind.

-It's okay if you don't find the love to dedicate your life to.

23 seconds, 22 seconds, 21 seconds...

… .

- Even if fate doesn't grant you luck, it's still good.

18 seconds.

-Nevertheless, you can still climb up.

15 seconds.

-Look! i am a swordsman Alone at the top of this world.

what did i rise for Not for the person in front of you.

Not for those who have lived through this era with me.

Fuck you all! 5 seconds.

- The one I don't have.

who has no one Just to show you, [to prove] I climbed the tower! No one has meant anything to you.

1 second.

- You have already meant something to me.

beep profit.

A noise rang out in my mind.

Someone was trying to shoot electric tones.

it was a tower If you just look at it for more than 23 seconds, the tower reacts.

it is a system It is a warning not to look at us, not to watch, and not to dare to look over us.

I used this unwritten rule on a timeline that disappeared after being eaten by regression.

"iced coffee.

microphone test.

mic test.

Who are you there?”

As expected, a spokesperson for Matop sent a message.

“When you say something nice, close your eyes.

We have a lot of stress these days, right? I don't even have time to play with the psychopaths.

He, of course, likes crazy assholes, and he likes catching and torturing them, but luckily we're busy...

… huh? What is it?”

His sleepy voice suddenly became sharp.

“Are you with the assistant writer? Hey, man, that dog-like escaper!」 Beep! The sound waves grew stronger.

As the spokesperson Matop said, an assistant writer was standing next to me.

The person who looked up at the tower.

I was not the only one who broke the taboo of 23 seconds.

As soon as the assistant artist came out of the cave with me, he stared at the tower all the time.

“You, you, you are dead! Where do you brazenly stick your head in? uh? So what's with the writer bastard? Are you the Four Kings or that bastard doing something? Have you seen these bastards? Hey! knee socks! Go and report to the spiders right away!」 Also.

It wasn't just the two of us.

「......?」 Beep! 「……How are you? Aren't there just one or two crazy people?" The whole sound wave reverberated once again.

At first, the spokesperson sent out a voice to me, then to an assistant writer, and then to someone somewhere.

"OK.

These are crazy as a group, right? good.

Ha, this is fun! In case you guys come out like this, I have already carefully prepared the subjugation squad!」 Beep Iik.

“I even called the colonial garrison who worked in another tower! ha ha! Have you ever heard of 'Marquis of Bone Thorns'? After 300 years, he was called to the headquarters and he was very, very faithful! Realize how many microvessels there are in your body...

… .”

Beep.

Beep! beep profit.

“… … do it! what the fuck? what is it really Hey! Hey! very deliberate...

… .

Well, not this one.

Uh, good news.

In the last few days, the elite troops we are proud of have been summoned one after another? It is the first time in hundreds of years that a large unit has gathered like this! ahaha! good! Come on, see! I got a report saying that the optimists are now ready to compete---- .」 Beep, beep! Beep profit! Beep, beep! "all… … .」 Beep, beep! Beep! Beep hey profit.

Beep, beep! Beep profit! Beep! 「……………… … .”

Dozens.

"Huh… … .”

Hundreds.

“Come on,”

thousands.

“Call the elder! Right now!!”

All who decided to join us in anti-magical warfare.

The refugees who walked out of the cave through dozens of entrances, the hunters silently holding drinks at the open-air tavern, and the believers walking the streets and bargaining with the mat vendors as usual.

[The incarnation of love and lust declares war on the tower.] [The last remaining sword in the wilderness declares war on the tower.] [The lonely seeker declares war on the tower.] [The eyes that dwell in the labyrinth Declare war.] [The bell that rings the dead declares war on the horse tower.] [The warhorse of the Eternal Plains declares war on the horse tower.] He raised the sword of Yeokcheon (逆天).

A power that didn't even allow his gaze.

A devil's nest with one eternity on the 50th floor.

Our declaration of war began by looking at it.

- So I have no regrets.

The mastermind laughed.

-I lived my life the way I wanted to.

I showed it for the unlucky children who will be born countless times in the future.

Climb up! There is no one by your side now.

But that's just a coincidence.

Raise your middle finger to destroy any chance, go up like me.

up.

more up! more up! The spokesperson no longer spoke to me.

Whoops, whoops, whoops, there is only the sound of chaos and confusion.

-What.

If I'm concerned about the humans in the present that I didn't take care of.

and.

- You take care of them.

Gongja Kim.

Hey hey hey! It was a howling scream.

It was a noise that refused to be a sound.

it was a scream The iron scraped against the iron, the five spiers vibrated in unison, and five fingers raised their claws to tear the dark sky.

It felt like my whole body was being ripped apart.

“It’s [Wailing of the Tower].”

The assistant writer murmured.

It's been hundreds of years," she swallowed.

“… … When one tower cries [smiling].

An alert that sounds when power is required to subdue a city.

[Kicking] when the two towers cry.

It has the power to conquer one stage.

The three towers sound only when subjugating one other world.

When the four towers sound, several places… … It means it is time to bring the world of vengeance to its knees.”

“All five towers have sounded.

now." "Yes." The assistant writer nodded.

“[It doesn’t matter who you are.

die.

will surely be destroyed].”

A shadow fell over the five towers.

Did someone throw stones into the sky? Ripples spread across the gloomy sky.

But the wave was black and black, and it swallowed up all the dark clouds on the 50th floor and the few rays of sunlight that had leaked out.

-good.

One, two, something fell from the upside-down shadow.

- There are times when war is hungry.

Black meteor shower.

- Our tower is not thin enough to pass over when hungry babies cry.

cry If you want to cry, cry.

do what you want Every falling meteor was a human spirit.

Sorcerers, witches, and people called spiders poured down all over their bodies in black cloaks.

I realized that the shadow that covered the sky was a huge summoning circle.

Ma Tower also knew that war had fallen and had prepared a summons in advance.

-To you, today may be the first day in a thousand years.

Wow! Witches with meteors fell in the middle of the city.

woohoo! The open-air pub was destroyed.

The shabby shack was broken.

Koo! Aww! Countless meteor showers destroyed the streets.

A scream rang out.

Dust rose from all over the city.

-But to us, it's just another day added to a thousand years.

Tub.

Black spiders walked out of the dust cloud.

Some were holding a supply chain in their left hand.

There were people who smiled while playing with someone's severed arm like a basketball.

There were no screams or moans from beyond the dust cloud from which the spiders had walked.

There was only the noise of buildings collapsing.

“The Four Kings?”

The spiders murmured.

“Is the name of our prey really the Four Kings? Top also has no sense.”

“It always has been.”

“It will always be.”

The spiders were far from each other.

Someone broke the western gate of the city.

Someone in the north pub.

Another person is a stone statue in the central square.

Those farthest away were literally across the city.

But they conversed as if they were gathered together.

“Maybe it’s a little nicer tinnitus.

The translation may be wrong.

In fact, it is a sickle that reaps the underworld, a priest who comforts ghosts, or a more plausible name, who knows?”

“I must have misunderstood a more obscure name.”

"thanks.

nice to meet you.

See you after 90 years.

Even after 90 years, your unluckyness is still the same.”

“Originally, I had a reputation for calming the hearts of those I was with.”

“I hate to admit it, but tell me.

Gentlemen! I missed your bullshit!”

“It’s because you’re actually a dog.”

“Now I feel like I’m back in my hometown.”

They exchanged messages with each other as if it was natural.

Distance didn't matter.

An interval of about one city was meaningless.

The aurors they emit headed somewhere across the city.

Again, the spider, who received the message, fired an auror at another comrade.

I could clearly sense the auras exchanged by thousands of spiders.

If you look down on this scene from the sky.

like.

“It’s like a spider’s web.”

It was the moment I spoke out.

The spider web that covered the city stopped.

I felt the gaze.

I felt the gazes.

-----Are you the Four Kings?--------- All at once.

Thousands of tongues whispered.

Someone's lips moved.

Auror has flowed It was, so to speak, the violence of numbers.

It wasn't even that hostile.

It wasn't really a curse.

The mere word of thousands of spiders in their mouths shook my head for an instant.

'okay.' Blood rushed to his head.

'This is the ones the swordsman faced.' The heart pumped blood.

'The rulers of the city.' I grabbed the hilt.

Glitter, no, [Goddess of Protection] Hiya vibrated.

When a butterfly jumps into a web, whether or not it is called suicide, only the flap of its wings will decide.

“I saw people.”

I smiled.

“I am the king.

Thousands of spiders attacked me at that moment.

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