SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Absolute Music.

(4) I felt the children's hearts slowing down.

'Why is this so funny?' I quickly moved my fingers over the keys.

increasingly faster.

'Why am I so fascinated by just seeing people's reactions when I can't hear anything?' Breathing in this world was limited.

The performer and the audience shared the pre-determined total amount of breath.

As my fingers got thinner, the children's breathing slowed down, and when my fingers swam leisurely, they finally let go of their breath.

'How far?' struck the keyboard.

"■■......." "■■■? ■■■?" One or two passers-by stopped walking up and down the stairs.

I extended the auror.

Not only the six children, but the young man who had just stopped, the woman with the black net under her eyes, the rhythm of their hearts beating.

'How far can I go?' Soon, my thoughts faded.

'smell.' I smelled the flowing under the World Tree.あ, and Although inaudible, the sense of smell, enhanced by the aurors, was able to capture the most odious and most vulgar odors.

It was dyed green to the depths of the nostrils.

'The smell of animals...

… .

The smell of beasts.' It wasn't just humans who hesitated on the stairs and started listening to my performance.

beasts too.

Birds with long ears like owls, larks, blackbirds, and goblins on the low branches of the World Tree, birds with thick lips like hippos, birds with degenerated paws like dinosaurs, birds that I cannot call by name because I do not know their nationality.

He poked his head out and dropped it.

I was playing under the birds' beaks about to fall.

'...the smell of life.' It wasn't just beasts who blinked eyes at my piano at the World Tree.

flowers too.

Hawthorn flowers, hydrangeas, Sangsanghwa, mountain hydrangeas, buds and chrysanthemums, cherry blossoms, pear flowers, flowers with beautiful white and white eyes, children with finely cut nails as petals, things holding a handful of sky by pinching their fingers.

The living beings who had color first looked down on me.

'The smell of an auror.' So this place was a paradise.

There was an auror standing on a single petal that could not hear the sound.

who gave it to you In the world of evil heaven, flowers have been able to hear sounds with an auror, just as they know how to drink rainwater from birth.

[Activate the skill.] I used the skill without realizing it.

[Salvation of the Torn Goddess].

salvation sword.

A technique that temporarily amplifies Auras in exchange for discarding memories.

It was a skill I had decided not to use recklessly, but now it was activated unconsciously.

But.

I couldn't help it.

'more.' Even I, who has reached the constellation, lacked Aurors to detect all children, passers-by, beasts, and flowers that were submerged in the shadow of the World Tree.

I just wanted to have the hearts of everyone who listened to me.

'more.' I lost my memory of playing 3 seconds ago, so I grabbed the next 3 seconds of performance.

The Aurors were infinite as they abandoned themselves.

[Activates the skill.] Even if I was born as a deaf player, even if I was born as a painter who couldn't see color, even if I was born as a poet who didn't know what a poem was, I would definitely look at people's faces and read their expressions, I must have written a song I couldn't hear, I would have painted a picture I couldn't see, and I would have written a poem I didn't know.

would have lived like that.

'… … great.' Maybe that's a bad life compared to someone who got the sound down from the beginning, knows what is a chord and what is music, and just writes down songs according to what he knows.

But I only knew how to live like this.

'Yeah, okay.' And I liked being alive.

'everyone… … Be pretty.' If I had to give up my life more than 4,000 times to realize it, that was it.

I liked to live.

If it was a stone that only allowed life to be broken and crushed, he would have liked even breaking things, and if it was a flower that had to throw away the white color he had grown since spring in winter, he would have loved the feeling of dropping petals.

['The movement that sings heaven' opens my eyes.] Blink.

[The movement that sings heaven looks down at you.] The wind shook.

I myself was not the wind.

Branches wiggled softly, and countless leaves moved like feathers on their wings.

world number.

As the trees covered the sky here nodded slightly, a good wind blew.

[The movement that sings heaven listens to you.] And I knew that the speed of the wind through the grain of the tree was the heartbeat of the tree, and the sound of the leaves rustling against each other was the tree's body temperature.

The blooming flower was the tree's gaze.

[The movement that sings heaven begins to sing along to your voice.] Touk.

A flower whiter than that fell on the white keys of the piano.

Suddenly, the petals fell from a distance.

from any far above.

in the sky.

The World Tree shook the branch and dropped the flower hanging from her fingertip.

tuk.

With the speed of the sky blue and the gravity of the green, the white flower fell, and as it fell, the key was pressed.

Again the flowers fell.

Each time the flower fell, it struck the key.

it was play When I leaned to the left and ran from the left side of the piano, the flowers fell on the right side.

The World Tree was accompanied by dropping his own flower onto the piano keys.

"......." The petals of the keys fluttered like raindrops.

I teased my fingers.

White flowers bloomed on white flowers.

When I pressed the key, I unknowingly crushed the flower that someone had already dropped there.

was crushed When I played the piano, fingerprints were left on the petals.

Pressed between the fingers and the keyboard, the flower was slightly rubbed.

crushed crushed Juicy water flowed from the petals.

very little.

A little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little...

… incense.

The crushing scent must have been the tree's tears.

The white keyboard, white petals, and the smell of white flowed, and if you noticed, it was a bunch of flowers in full bloom.

It was a petal that did not even know how to drain water until someone pressed it, and even when the water was drained, it was white with a smell, not a stench.

There was a tree like that in heaven.

'Be pretty.' What would someone who first planted a tree here thought? "■■■......." "■■......." The child, the passerby, and the beast opened their mouths.

Perhaps they also sang along to the flowers.

Unfortunately, I couldn't hear the world chorus in my ears.

It didn't matter.

Really, it doesn't matter.

['The movement that sings heaven' blesses you.] [Clear the hidden stage.] In the middle of a pile of falling flowers.

['Heaven Singing Movement' says you can't stay here long.] [Transferred to the 70th floor.] ['Heaven Singing Movement' sees you off.] [Good luck to you.

] I opened my eyes.

5.

I woke up to the 70th floor lobby.

"......." Patricia stood silently and looked at me.

Patricia opened and closed her lips repeatedly.

His eyes were contemplating what to say with the first words.

“Well,”

said Patricia, to see if Django was finally over.

“Gongja Kim.”

“Yes.”

“The Auror is a deadly scam and will not be accepted.”

“Why on earth did you worry about the first word? Yes?”

"It's kind of embarrassing to praise you for doing something well.

Do I have to bear the shame to praise you? That would be your selfishness, arrogance, and arrogance." “I didn’t say anything!?”

"Sigh." Patricia sighed, "You didn't have to work that hard.

Didn't I tell you, I'd be happy to give you a stage clear even if you didn't do anything.

Actually, even when you lousy the first play, I hit the clear right away.

gave." “Are you really talking harsh words…?”

“Your last performance… well, what should I say?”

Patricia pondered, and nodded slowly, "I've always thought it was good to live with you.

.”

"……Huh." Isn't that more embarrassing? Overwhelmingly? I can't understand your subtle sensibilities, my friend.

As I hesitated, not knowing how to react, the [Primordial Staff] interrupted and said, "It was a great performance even though it's not my area of expertise.

Congratulations on becoming a member of the constellation for the first time." [You save the followers!] [The paladin becomes your followers.] [Currently, there are no blessings that can be bestowed on the followers.] [You do not have the authority to grant the followers.] Messages have been heard one after another, but still I didn't realize it.

Protection, power, etc.

After defeating to the 79th floor, something will become possible only after my position as a constellation is complete.

I have no desire to be treated any more, but "Then work hard.

Gongja Kim....

Be strong." Patricia's ankles were wrapped in white light.

Her role as judge is over and she is about to return to the first floor.

If you look closely, Patricia has a bitter smile on her face.

He said he couldn't do it." "......." "Memory is an island that everyone has.

It's disturbing because it seems like I'm leaving you on a remote island, but I believe that you can swim freely in the sea and come and go as you please." “Patricia.”

"Well." “It will not be enough to come up with 17 plans to assassinate me.”

"......." Patricia made a bewildered expression.

In the next second, what happened was: In less than a second, Patricia realized that she had momentarily lost control of her expression.

And I pondered what to do with the split time again.

It was only for a moment, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

and chose “… … indeed." What Patricia had chosen was [Leave the pierced expression on her face as it is].

“Are you disappointed? ?”

"no.

I thought you were that kind of person, what? I just got to know you better.”

"I'm sorry.

But I have seen people change.

witnessed it has been experienced The swordsman sword, the black dragon master, and the many hunters of the past that are now dead...

… .

I simply can't believe that I'm a person who never changes my mind.

therefore.

Only for one case.”

“Yeah,”

I smiled, “I know what you mean when I say [I'm okay with dying with you].”

"......." "It is an honour." “Really,”

Patricia smirked.

“You have no taste for cuteness.

You.”

Patricia's feet trembled and swallowed her.

It was sent by the wizard.

In a space where cubes like Rubik's cubes constantly rotate, the wizard and I were left alone again.

Or should I give you time to rest?”

“I'm fine either way.”

“Then let’s move on right away.”

Yaltaran's wand slammed against the white floor, "I can say that evil was the battlefield in your favor.

Music was your non-professional field, but it wasn't completely unprofessional.

But what about this time?" In the place where Patricia disappeared, a light shone, "The next place you should go is [the world of money]." A shadow of a man shimmered over the dazzling pillar, "And the chief money expert in your tower must be this kid." Like Patricia, it was a familiar face to me, and the newly summoned judge on the 70th floor blinked.

Hunter, who is also closely related to Patricia, who has just disappeared.

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