SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Chapter 321

Only you ■■ ■■■.

(1) 1.

[Returns to 24 hours ago.] Tick.

I think the second hand has moved somewhere.

“……”

“Then, Confucius.

Where shall we head this time? There are quite a few paths we can choose from.

You can even attack the stronghold of the Gwangma Bridge right away! It's one way to go back to the city for a while and relax!”

I looked around.

slowly.

As if savoring this world.

- Terror, go away, death, go away.

There is one existence that does not need to be savored.

Bae Huo-ryeong was reciting the most poignant verse in the universe with a fat expression on his face.

The cumbersome and tedious fight was evident.

I made eye contact with the background spirit.

-.......

As soon as their eyes crossed, Bae Huryeong closed her lips.

Instead, his eyebrows rose slightly.

-okay.

The background man laughed bitterly.

Over time, annoyance turned into understanding, and boredom turned into understanding.

As if looking at the helpless man, Bae Huo-ryeong shrugged his shoulders once.

- Well done.

'Yes.' There was no further conversation.

The background is also me.

Even if I went back one day watching the trauma of ■■■■ ■■ ■■■, I was still under the influence of [Universe Red Yellow].

The constellation was wielding power over me.

■■■■ ■■ ■■■ Words that disturb you will be automatically filtered out.

As before, memories will be erased and distorted.

'It is better to keep words as little as possible.' Even thinking about it if possible.

I did not harbor any hostility towards ██████ ████ ████, but continued to look around.

The constellation was smiling brightly.

“If you go to the city, um, yes! Up until now, Confucius has subjugated many Madhus.

Wouldn't the city dwellers, who had been tormented by pseudo-magicals all this time, be very welcome?”

over the shoulder of the constellation.

“Even if they are weak and cowardly, they will never forget the grace of Confucius!”

Tick.

A wall clock was turning the second hand.

"......." Only then did the true form of this world come into my eyes.

There were no dense forests here.

There were no twelve great evils.

There were no blood horses, god horses, white horses, and light horses that ruled both sides of the world, and there were no pseudo-devotees who followed them.

There were no strongholds of the denomination that harbored vast secrets, no cities, no villages, no streets, and no small clothing stores.

Tick.

Just one wall clock.

"what.

While Confucius was contemplating which option to choose, an old man approaches from the stronghold of the White Horse Church, which he had recently destroyed.

The old man is the face that recognizes you.

No, it looks like you have been following Confucius precisely!”

A shabby alcove.

A space of about 4 sq.

The wooden floor tiles were dusty in every crevice.

It was shabby.

The floor was not lacquered, but glazed with dust, as if it had been coated with dust.

There was a window, but there was no outside the window, so only incandescent light illuminated the room day and night.

Particles of dust flew away in the dim light.

Dust, too small and too hazy to replace the petals, fell on the bookshelves occupying most of this closet and disappeared.

Wall clock, wooden floor, window, bookshelf and dust.

"......." That's the 60th floor stage.

It was all in this world.

“Says the old man.

[Hey, are you the Four Kings? I am not a suspicious person.

He’s an ordinary hunter who was caught by the White Horse Church and worked hard all this time].”

Finally, the constellation was faceless.

It's not that I don't have a head.

In the areas where the face should have been, the black was distorted, as if a child had painted it with crayons as a joke.

■.

or ■.

It was either a window without an outside or a grate with an outside enclosure.

“[There are not one or two people in the same situation as me.

my lord I'm really sorry, but if you can afford it, why don't you listen to our labor village? I'd like to say thank you too...

I would like to invite you to my seat once in a while.]”

Tick.

The only thing left from the face of the constellation painted in black ink was around the mouth.

Her small lips twitched, sometimes smiling, and sometimes clenched, trying to imitate the old man's tone of voice.

“[Please come to us!]”

Although he had neither eyes nor nose.

He looked happy.

The constellation was happy now.

"Ego.

The word ends.

The old man looks at your complexion.

Perhaps the old man does not seem to have confided all his circumstances.

Confucius! Now what...

… As the constellation was about to raise its voice, a halo spread across the side of the chair I was sitting on.

Through the light, an unknown Hunter appeared.

The Hunter looked around with a slightly bewildered face.

“Huh? Where is this place? ……”

"......." The constellation frowned.

I was just building a sand castle in the middle of the playground, and I was like a disturbed child.

“Yes, congratulations.

You cleared the 60th floor.”

“… … What?" “What is it? It means there's nothing more to do here." The constellation waved his hand in annoyance.

"Turn it off." [■■■■ ■■ ■■■■ ■■■ ■■■■■.] Then, the halo wrapped around the Hunter again, and the Hunter was enveloped in the light and disappeared without any time to react.

The kids who cut the flow in the middle like this are the most annoying.”

The constellation sighed, "Oh, Confucius, don't worry.

You'll forget everything that just happened! Hehe.

Anything that interferes with our story will be deleted by itself!" "......." Is that so.

'It was just...

the person who cleared the 59th floor and came up here.' [ Hunter who appeared in [This World] is a case in point.'And ██████ ███ ████ gives unconditional passes.

As soon as the hunters come up, they acknowledge the stage clear and then kick them out.' Perhaps that Hunter's memory was distorted.

He took a plausible adventure on the 60th floor, received a plausible quest, and thought he had successfully completed the quest.

I can't even tell what the other hunters are like.

I'm sure.

Now this closet has become a sanctuary just for the two of us.

The constellation said brightly, "As the silence grows without an answer, there is an uneasy feeling on the old man's face, though he must have been a hunter whose name has been staying on the 60th floor for quite some time.

It seems like the old man..." stroking.

"......." The constellation paused.

After seeing the constellation pause for a moment, I realized that I had reached out and stroked the constellation's head.

“It’s going to happen.”

I murmured.

“Even if it has lost its appearance, you can still touch it.”

"......." "thank God." The constellation's lips opened slightly.

“… … uh? huh? … … Yes?" A lag like a music box with a broken mainspring.

The constellation shook its head once, twice, from side to side, as if it had no understanding of what was going on.

"Yes......?" A noise echoed in my mind.

It was now understood that this was the message from the tower that the power of the constellation had been manifested.

Regarding the constellation that had no name and no coordinates, so it could not even be pointed at, the tower tried to inform the existence of its existence even with a crackling noise.

If it had been before the return, I would have forgotten the memories I just had.

But now, somehow, I haven't lost anything.

I vividly remember everything from the half-life of Rabiel and Master, the conversation with the mastermind in the white space, and the unknown hunter coming up and being kicked out without a word.

"Huh? Huh?" The constellation was perplexed.

"Why? … … how? I can't do this, um.

Well!" [■■■■ ■■ ■■■■ ■■■ ■■■■■.] to no avail.

"what?" It also had no meaning.

"......." [■■■■ ■■ ■■■■ ■■■ ■■■■■.] No matter how much the constellation exerts its power, no matter how much I ask for skill to forget, my gaze changes.

I looked at the face of the constellation without it.

unchanged.

The face of the constellation painted with ■ and ■ was reflected in my eyes.

"......." The empty room of 5 pyeong was still the world of 5 pyeong, and the wall clock was still a wall clock.

[Universe Red Yellow] did not erase or interfere with my memories.

Neither did my hands, which rested on the head of the constellation, retreat.

“Uh, why… … ." "Because I don't feel any hostility towards you right now." I said, "I have no intention of harming you, I have no intention of ruining you, I have no intention of destroying your pleasure.

It is harmless." "......." "You must have been praying with [Crimson of the Universe].

Please exclude any existence or event that interferes with my play.

Thanks to him, I was able to get rid of even the smallest voices and thoughts if they were blocking the time between the two of us.”

stroking.

My hand groped my face, my hair lost.

Something was deprived and disappeared… … A borderline with only traces left.

There must be fold marks on each person, but the constellation did not even show the marks.

I hoped at least my hand would prove that there was something there.

“But your wish does not reach me.

no.

I can't damage my memory even more because I'm touching it.

The skill will judge that it is better [for you] to retain my memory than to destroy it.”

“What……”

“I want you to be happy.”

"......." The constellation's movement stopped.

“Did I give you hope?”

I was talking.

“For thousands of years, no one has satisfied you.

Over the course of your life, you have abandoned your original name and even your original face, but there was still no voice that reached you completely.

Have you lived like that?”

“I didn't come here to be meaningful to you.

Yes.

You can't lie.

I forgot most of what you said to me.

To a human like me, you still have no name, and you will continue to be just a noise that you don’t even know where you are.”

However.

“If you want to make me a meaning today.”

if so.

“I also dedicate this day to you.”

“……”

“You may not be perfect.”

[Skill is being activated.] “When I first found the contractor and gave him trust.

Even at the moment of giving you faith, you would have known in advance that you would be betrayed.

You must be at fault too.”

[You have been designated as the target of the cosmic scarlet yellow.] “So you are a bit premature.”

[Skill works.] “Perhaps he is a person who continues to challenge humans because he can’t give up on his own pleasure, even though he regrets doing it and soon becomes exhausted.”

Tick.

There was a small crack in the ink painted on the face of the constellation.

A gap has opened up.

“Are your eyes a little sharp?”

[The Four Kings demonstrate their skills.] As I imagined, the eyes, the tip of the eyebrows, were peeped through the gap.

My imagination has been fully realized by the cosmic scarlet yellow.

"........" "Hair, perhaps green." Tick.

I stroked his eyebrows.

“Because I think there will be a lot of jealousy.

"......." Tick.

The paint was a little more broken.

The emerald luster was hidden in the broken shell.