SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

next world.

(2) 3.

What happened was simple in a way.

The angry one was angry.

He who apologized apologized.

Those who were silent because they didn't want to say anything about this world were a little more silent.

“… … Fuck you.”

And the [assistant writer] mumbled abusive language.

A gray spider was still kneeling in front of the drawbridge.

With your forehead on the floor quietly.

Over the body, anti-magic followers threw rotten fruits and dregs.

What they threw was also a vomit of emotion.

puck.

A black mass crashed into the gray spider's back and slipped.

“Ah.”

The [assistant artist], who was narrowing her brow, opened her lips.

At the tip of her gaze, a sharp dagger was crossing the air.

“Wait, that one,”

but the dagger while flying, teeing! It bounced off with a clear sound.

I went out.

I shot an auror that looked like a chess ball and dropped it.

The dagger hit the ground, powerlessly, 4 meters away from the gray spider.

In the crowd of thousands, someone clicked his tongue.

[Assistant writer] seems to have heard that too.

“There you! What are you doing ugly now...

… ." "Do not block." [Mahos Army Commander] grabbed the [Assistant Artist]'s forearm and stopped: "It only makes me more angry if I block it.

I know this from experience as I have dealt with battlefields several times." The assistant writer looked at the commander of the Mahos army, and then turned to me.

I didn't say anything.

Before and after dropping the dagger, I just kept my arms crossed and watched.

Although no one but me would know.

, that was also the stance the mastermind was taking right next to me.

The assistant writer turned to the commander of the Mahos army when I didn't respond.

Her eyeglasses soared up into the reverse arm.

If you've dealt with battlefields, you wouldn't know that it's basic!?" The commander of the Mahos army didn't blink an eye, "Did the tower keep the basics?" The assistant writer clenched his teeth: "Aren't you the one who went to jail with the Hamustras right now? He said that he was tortured until he was rescued by the Four Kings." "......." "Even the world where you were born and raised has become a colony ruled by the Mato.

A thousand years or so.

The resentment that Mato had built up was many and deep.

"Matap was not wise.

So be wiser, assistant writer.

Aren't you climbing the tower on behalf of your world? Sympathy for the enemy of the world.

If you can afford it, be prepared to attack the next floor---" "Thank you." The assistant writer said, in a low, cold voice.

"Anyway, you're talking because you're thinking of me.

So thank you...

And I have something else to say, so please listen." "Um.

I'm glad if you'd appreciate it.

So I'm an assistant writer.

I have something to suggest, but if you haven't decided which member to go to the 51st floor, come with me..." "Fuck it." The commander of the Mahos army kept his mouth shut.

After speaking, the assistant artist widened her eyes.

The glasses were also rounded accordingly.

After a while, she flapped her arms.

"no… that… Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to fuck off the word "Let's go together." More than that, um, ah, why are you making such an offer now...

Oh done! Be still! ...the plague.”

The assistant writer coughed several times.

Then, after taking a glance at the commander of the Mahos army, he turned around.

started walking.

The assistant artist stood in front of the gray spider, or more precisely, in front of the crowd surrounding the gray spider.

“Hey, you bastards, don’t do anything more ugly!”

said the assistant writer.

5.

Immediately the crowd revealed it.

"What!" “Isn’t that an assistant writer? Are you an assistant writer?”

“That bastard who said he was wrong about grammar every day?”

“Why is the book-eating hamster baby apostle popping out all of a sudden? Have you lost sight of helping out with the plan to subdue the tower?”

“Shut up everyone!”

With a loud voice that could not be defeated by the murmur of the crowd, the assistant writer shouted.

And he said it right away.

“For once.

The kid who said I'm grammatically wrong, see you later.

Spreading such distorted information is unacceptable.

But there is something more unacceptable than that...

You bastards, aren't you embarrassed?" The assistant writer raised his voice.

“If you want revenge, you must make a plan and gather your strength to get revenge! If you want to be abused, do it on the things you hunted yourself like that!”

The assistant artist saw the gray spider lying face down, and saw all kinds of garbage lying around it and sharpened his teeth.

“But what is this? If you've been hunting for magic towers, witches, and gray spiders yourself, no matter what you do, you won't sound like cancer, but it's not.

What the hell is this to other people's prey?" There was a crowd that was silent at those words.

I mean there was a little bit.

Except for a few, the vast majority of the crowd blushed.

Among them, someone whose face was not exposed by wearing a mask turned the mask red.

The masked warrior took a step forward, carrying a giant spear that looked like a dragon's horn had been ripped off.

“You’re amazing, assistant writer.”

The masked warrior said in a voice mixed with iron.

“You’re really great.

Very brave! The right words, the right words, the kind words Ohji said everything and sat down.

Now, if we're shy and run to the mouse hole, it would be perfect, but what do we do with this? I'm just annoyed.

haha.

Is this because I'm going to be crazy?" "Yes." “No, don’t be blunt in your affirmation… Oh yeah.

You’re just so proud, can’t you see people who can’t be proud?”

Masked warrior bang! I hit the floor with the tip of the window sill.

“A thousand years.

For a whopping 1,000 years, the tower ruled this 50th floor! The oppression grew stronger and this 50th floor, and the towers that reached the 50th floor, were engulfed by the roots of the tower!”

'That's right!' words rang out.

“Assistant writer.

Can't you see that kind of pain and suffering with your eyes?" "right!" “People who had to pass through the alleys holding their breath so as not to be noticed by the tower! Those who had no choice but to hold their breath even after losing their family or something more precious to those witches! You cannot see or feel such people with your eyes!”

"Right! Right!" "Assistant writer, you're speaking out loud, but that's because you have the power to say that to you! People who don't have that kind of power! The weak don't even think about arguing at a moment like this, just keep your mouth shut.

, roll as if there is nothing!”

“Right! Right! Right!”

"How dare you try to put a gag on the mouths of those who are so weak! That's not justified and cruel!" “Right! Right! Right! Right!”

Every time the word of the masked warrior continued, cheers like wildfire erupted.

Ordinary hunters who did not participate in the anti-magical war were also seen raising their voices.

The square has turned into a crucible of enthusiasm.

And the assistant artist poured cold water into the crucible.

“I listened very gratefully to the extra pup’s fucking bullshit.”

The Masked Warrior stopped.

The crowd shut their mouths for a moment.

Above the stillness, the assistant artist walked slowly.

Standing in front of the masked warrior, the assistant artist looked directly into the two holes in the mask.

“Know it, you bastard.”

The assistant artist muttered as he bent his back like a stretching cat, raised his head and brought his face closer to the mask of the masked warrior.

“Even if you were 10 or 100 times stronger than you are now, even if you were as strong as all the towers put together, I would have stood in front of you like this and said that you made a fucking noise.”

The assistant artist said while pressing down on the masked warrior's nose with his fingertips.

“That’s why I was dragged to the tower.”

The mask of the masked warrior burned red.

“Ah, hot pair,”

the assistant artist lifted his finger with a bewildered look as to whether it was accompanied by physical heat.

The masked warrior said in a voice resembling boiling magma flowing down the mountainside.

“No, you were dragged by Hamu.

It's because Stra suddenly disappeared.

The hind stomach is gone, and the strength is weak! It's the same now.

"Oh, and I'd like to add one more word." Actually, two words, how the hell are you wearing that mask? It's so hot, muttered, and the assistant writer lightly licked the tip of his overheated finger.

.

Even if you were strong enough to multiply all the towers, you would have been just a one-time extra to show how strong the main character has become." The masked warrior kept his mouth shut.

The assistant artist looked away from the masked warrior.

Glasses sharpened along their eyes turned towards the crowd around them.

“Let’s not do anything shameful.”

If the masked warrior raised his voice the more he spoke, the assistant writer's words were the exact opposite.

The voice gradually diminished.

“You guys are [Hunters].”

It was a soft voice.

“Aren’t these guys who decided to climb the tower on their own feet because they wanted to go to a bigger place than where you were born and raised, to see a landscape different from what you usually see?”

The gradually diminished voice turned into lamentation.

“I did.

There must be cubs who came up because there was nowhere else to stay, and there are cubs who came up saying anything because they represent the world like a bastard who can’t get the timing right, but I don’t know about such grandiose things.

I always knew only myself, and only thought of me.”

Perhaps that's why even if you believe in the constellation, you believe in a writer like the director, people are always attracted to things that look like you," the assistant writer murmured.

she said “I came here to tell my story.”

The spectacles drooping along their eyes scanned the crowd.

“Aren’t you too?”

The gaze of the assistant artist who returned after scanning the crowd turned to me.

In that gaze, there was not anger but remorse, and the glow of his heart that leaked out as he looked back on the conversation he had once had.

Looking back at the gray spider still lying down, the assistant writer said.

“Does this look like what [the main characters] would do?”

onetime.

The apostle of Hamustra, who had muttered [because he is not the main character of this story anyway], murmured with his shoulders shrunk.

“No.”

“……”

“Now, let’s be the main character.”

and.

Those words had an echo.

“Well said.”

It was the voice of the members of the Geomje Church.

Geomjegyo must be the ones who have been subjected to harsher things than anyone else.

However, they did not even pay attention to the witches of the first branch of the Magic Tower, who were standing still on the bridge of Yuri.

The same was true of the gray spider lying down.

The members of Geomje Bridge walked and stood next to the assistant artist.

“That’s right.”

“It’s also a slap in the face.

A lot of people will feel like hitting them, and frankly, me too.”

"But… Still, the right words are the right words.”

The members of Geomje Bridge turned around at once.

Geomje members who lined up next to the assistant writers said with their arms crossed.

“Without the Four Kings, this hunt would not have been successful.”

“It would be unethical for us to argue more here.”

“He must have said that too.”

The crowd shuddered.

-Hmm.

the mastermind said.

- Well, after 150 years, you have grown a little bit.

That was the beginning.

“I think the same! This is not fair!”

These were the words of the clown who killed me on the 50th floor, standing next to the assistant writers and the Geomje church members.

"Damn it… .”

The tongue-in-cheek Berserker followed.

The paparazzi and other high-ranking anti-mamanites followed.

Finally, the commander of the army of Mahos walked in and turned into a corner of the fence of the gray spider and man blocking the crowd.

The assistant writer made a slightly absurd expression.

“Why are you here? Be wise.”

“Because victory is here.

A fair fight and a fight to win, Mahos is known to like the latter, but in fact, he likes fights that are fair and even win.”

“Isn’t it? You're crazy and you're trash." “But, it’s a good fight garbage.”

"Yes.

So, to accept the offer you made.

On the 51st floor, let’s go together.”

“It’s an honor.”

As people's fences grew stronger, the crowd's heat slowly subsided.

But it was not scattering, but literally sinking and accumulating.

Like steam accumulating under a pressure cooker.

The masked warrior exploded.

"Shit! What you are saying is nonsense! So, are you saying that victims who cannot take revenge on their own should keep their lips shut for the rest of their lives!”

“I never said anything like that.

I am one of those victims right now.”

said one of the swordsmen.

I raised my head.

“There you are.

A spokesperson for the tower.”

A spokesperson for Matop, who was watching the situation with a worried face, hiccuped.

“Yeah!?”

“You killed my priest.”

Anger is both hot and cold.

The anger of the Geomjeists was not because they lacked heat, but because they were full of anger and cold.

“He was a guy who had an easy life because of his talent and light-hearted nature, but maybe that’s why he didn’t die easily.

Nearly ten days later, in a glass tube, the bones of his body were crushed to death, and he died horribly.”

The spokesperson of the matopa hesitated, avoiding his gaze.

“Ha, ha… uhm.

Cha-am, that's a pity...

I'm sorry.

uh...

.

But why are you saying that now? ?”

“Wash your neck and wait.”

“Yeah?”

“As soon as I am ready, I will visit the lion world.

To challenge you to a duel.

… Are you all right, my lord?”

Well.

Yes.

So, it is only now that I have opened my mouth.

"no way.

Who and how will stop a fair duel?”

I smiled modestly.

“I will block the invasion with the troops, but what if it’s a duel? I don't deserve to stop.

… But if you die in a duel like that, how can I not do it in the same way?”

“That’s normal.

How can someone who is not prepared to die go out to kill someone?”

The Geomje church nodded and glared at the spokesperson of Matop.

"wait." “… … Ha." A spokesperson for Matop sharpened his teeth.

"This is true.

I was underestimated.

Do you think you can win if you fight one-on-one? I'm going to let you know very clearly that that's a misunderstanding.

To die, there will be no special slope for the inquisitor.

Yes! Very simply, I will make it for you! With a startling death!”

"You can do that.

Then my disciple.

He will come to you again.

Until the day my life is cut off or you take your life." "No plague… uh huh, don't do that.

Mercy! Peace! Anti-war! Blood begets blood, revenge only breeds revenge.

Can't you just forget everything and forgive me?" “I’m sorry.”

The Geomje member smiled, revealing this, "Because I'm not that strong." The spokesperson of the tower was hiccuping 4.

And also, that was the beginning 5.

The witches of the tower each received [a notice of settlement] according to the years they had spent.

There were some who did not receive any, but most of them were three or more, the spokesperson In the same case, after receiving as many as 107 battlefields, he moaned: "No fuck.

This is all because you're taking the spokesperson for me.

That's why I was attracted to aggro because I came to the front.

Hey, other branch managers.

If you guys have a conscience, you should share some.

But did you guys have a conscience? Oh no...

you fucking assholes..." Seeing such a spokesperson, Charumu, who ran away with me, swept away his chest, saying, “Huh… I’m glad I was buried deep inside and just cleaned it…..

This is a big picture….”

“Careful, Charumu-san.”

I patted Charumu’s shoulder and gave him advice, “After all, you can’t escape from the life you’ve been living.”

“What the hell is this…..

This strange sense of reality in Confucius’ words…”

The sound of the last remaining spire collapsing from the 50th floor was released from the seal ['The whip falling on the magistrate' is released from the seal.] The pillar that was supporting the spire in the center of it was tilted and collapsed.

From a distance, it was an iron core that looked like a nail, and as soon as it touched the ground, it shattered like glass.

Amidst the broken pillar, a woman with red hair opened her eyes.

“Here… … ?”

“Sister hey!”

[Berserker] ran out at supersonic speed.

Wow! When humans collided with humans, common sense made a sound that shouldn't be made, but fortunately, one of them was not a human, but a constellation.

The red-haired constellation lightly received the [Berzer Warrior] and embraced it.

"what.

Oh… ?”

"sister! Our constellation sister! Whoops, sorry for being late! Sorry I'm late! I asked you to wait three years! 300 years have passed! I'm a fucking idiot and crazy scum! I should have died! I should have died, but I couldn't! Coward! Whoa, I'm sorry!" The constellations sealed in the tower were released.

"Ah… .

This self-absorbed self-righteousness, huh.

You must be my apostle...

.”

The red-headed constellation patted the [Berserker] on the back.

[The Berserker] buried his face in his god, whom he had longed to be reunited with, and cried, “Huh,”

and “Aww!”

Covered with a runny nose, "Ugh!" Finally, he wept loudly to the point of salivating.

"Yeah...." The red-haired constellation slapped the cheek of the [Berserker] with a look of trouble.

“Thank you, my lord!”

With cheeks as red as the head of his god, [the Berserker] said to me, "It's thanks to you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have met my sister again! Thank you, ugh, I thought you were such a dog bastard, but now I know you're a good dog.

Go!”

"Oh my gosh." I put the holy sword in the sheath.

My body wasn't completely healed yet, so even though I had only cut one of the pillars of the spire, my shoulders were stiff.

“Wow! What a cute little dog!”

Well, I admit that.313.