SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

my death (2) ======================== “Swordsmanship...?”

The paladin narrowed his forehead.

“What’s going on here?”

He probably didn't know that he would meet a swordsman in an alley like this.

It was an unexpected place, and an unexpected person.

To believe that it was simply a coincidence, the spirit of the sword was not so great.

“The young lady is already deaf.”

Because the old man was spewing life towards me.

“I told you to get out of the way.

The man there has business to do.”

“It’s tough.

Are you saying you have something to share with Hunter Kim Gong-ja?”

“Huh.

I don't care what his name is." “·················ogue.”

The atmosphere in the alley changed completely.

The paladin did not narrow his forehead any longer.

I just stared at the sword with an expressionless expression.

clear boundaries.

This talented person who climbed up to number two in a huge guild called the vigilantes was certain.

That the old prosecutor never came with benevolent intentions.

“Get away.”

said the swordsman.

“I already told you to get out of the way three times.”

“What you can't say once, you can't say it three times, and you can't say it thirty times.

swordsman Have you gotten older and have forgotten even the simple truths of worldly history?”

The paladin slowly raised his hand to the hilt.

“Hunter Kim Gong-ja officially joined the 5 major guilds, including the Vigilante.

Attacking Confucius Kim is the same as declaring war on the 5th guild.

I don't know what you're thinking...

but don't expect vigilantes to keep an eye on you." "under!" The swordsman smirked.

"also.

It is clear that the guilds are all in one place.

I knew I would.”

"...it's a bundle.

I don't know what you're trying to say more and more." As time passed, the air in the alley grew harsher.

“Swordsmanship.

I know that you occasionally engage in [Human Hunting] because we have already received several reports.

Of course, vigilantes aren't idle enough to interfere with your personal beliefs.

But it's a different story if I'm going to go hunting in front of my eyes." “What if different?”

“I risk my life to stop it.”

“Are you sure you can stop it?”

"no." The paladin stared at the old man expressionlessly.

“I will fight you with all my might, and I will die.

And the moment I die, you become a scum killer who kills innocent people.

swordsmanship.

If you want to spend the rest of your life as a killer, go ahead.”

“·················ogue.”

“A lifetime that wouldn’t be long anyway.

I will throw you in the gutter.”

The old face of the swordsman was distorted.

It was already evening.

The sun was setting quickly in the alley.

We could hear people passing by from the far side of the alley, but there was no one here but us.

Silence passed while the swordsman and the paladin faced each other.

It's this static.

'okay.' A paladin was brought in to create this kind of silence.

'The sword is weak against innocent people.' And the paladin was probably the only innocent among the executives of the giant guild.

last round.

When the swordsman tried to kill me on the 12th floor stage.

Even then, the paladin carried a gun and mediated between the sword and me.

The swordsman gladly entrusted the role of a mediator to the paladin while uttering meaningful words.

-Are you a paladin girl? - You're the only person in this place who hasn't harmed anyone.

nice I'll believe it too.

Words that flowed as if they were ordinary.

But my ears didn't let go.

In other words.

'The paladin has a kill count of [0].' Even though the swordsman had a violent moral view...

No.

Rather, because he has an extreme ethical view, in the eyes of the elderly, the paladin has no choice but to be seen as a good man.

'The sword can never harm the paladin.' kind of complacency.

For the wicked, the sword is a terrifying killer.

To the ancestors, the swordsman was nothing but an old man who was harmless at all.

Furthermore···.

'It's not just paladins.' thump.

Someone stepped out in front of us.

was a pharmacist.

The pharmacist, who had been frozen since the paladin and sword castle appeared one after another, barely stepped forward and spread his arms.

“Hey there!”

The pharmacist opened his mouth.

right, right.

My chin trembled from how nervous I was.

The pharmacist closed his lips several times and spit out one word at a time.

"I have no idea what's going on...

Cow here, the customer! You are my benefactor!”

A hunter who will become the guild leader of the Alchemy Castle in the future.

pension capital.

The hunter, who was promised success, spoke as hard as he could.

“There are no laws in Babylon like the outside world...

but protecting customers is a natural thing as a shop owner...

no matter how much swordsman you are! It is unforgivable to touch our customers!”

“·················ogue.”

“He said, ‘I was in trouble because the thugs started a riot a few days ago! I'm sorry, but please leave in front of my shop! This is a formal eviction request!”

exclaimed the pharmacist.

If you were to face the swordsman directly, the pharmacist would be blown away in less than a second.

Nevertheless, despite this, the force of the swordsmanship weakened on the contrary.

It was for the same reason.

'Lady.

paladin.

Alchemy Lord.' The three of them are famous hunters who will be kind in the future.

'When the flame was set on fire in the slum, the paladin and alchemist were the first to arrive at the scene of the fire.' ancestors.

Those who live with a little more loss than other people, get a little more stress than other people, and therefore are treated as a savior by many.

However, there is only one person who can stop the swordsmanship that ranks first in the Hunter rankings...

such a good person.

there was no “What should I do?”

said the paladin.

“If you want to fall into the gutter, I’ll be happy to join you.”

“·················ogue.”

The swordsman hesitated for a while.

If I'm right, the ending has already been decided.

And, I was right.

Shortly thereafter, the old swordsman withdrew his hand from the hilt.

“…it just wasn’t a day.”

The swordsman took his life.

Even when I turned back, the old man stared at me until the end.

“I beg you not to run into me.

If it hadn't been for the Lady of the Paladin and the boss there, your neck would have already fallen on the street." good.

Step 2 conditions clear.

As a result, as soon as the swordsman saw me, I avoided wielding the sword all the time.

Even if you kill me, you can at least mix a word or two before killing me.

All I needed was a few words of leeway.

“Swordsman!”

I shouted before the old man completely turned away.

“We will be waiting for you in the open space north of the city tomorrow at noon!”

“·················ogue.”

“You may or may not come.

I will wait by myself.

Really! If you want to know what kind of person I am, please come tomorrow at noon!”

The old man turned his head slightly and looked at me.

Blue eyes scanned my face thoroughly.

But that's it.

Geomseong quietly left the alley without giving any answer.

Tub.

Tub.

The paladin sighed only after the footsteps had finally stopped moving away.

“Whoa! I took ten years.

To meet a murderer on a moonlit night other than that.”

killer.

"...is swordseong-nim famous for being a murderer?" “It’s not famous.

But at least the 5th guild leaders know it well.”

The paladin shook his head wildly.

“I heard you lost your daughter to a murderer while living in the outside world.

He's an old man who doesn't talk about himself so much, so I don't know the details." “·················ogue.”

“I don’t know if it’s because of that, but the sword has nothing to do with murderers.

Hands are not poisonous.

Well, but there's no evidence, so I'm actually sitting on the sidelines...

Well.

Of course, this story is a secret.”

The spirit behind me intervened in front of me.

-that's right.

Grandpa Marcus once told me.

My daughter and son-in-law were killed by a serial killer.

Only granddaughter and grandson survived.

'Why are you saying that now?' -OK? what are you talking about you didn't ask The mastermind said shamelessly.

okay.

Originally it was this kind of barn.

"What.

It's not that I don't understand the heart of the swordsman." The paladin looked around with a bitter expression.

shabby alley.

The city of Harlem stretched out like a shadow with its back to the sunset.

“When you work for a vigilante, you come across different kinds of criminals.

When we talk, there are many times when I wonder if it is really okay for such a human being to be alive.

Killing people who deserve to die in advance...

Even I sometimes fall for that temptation.”

The paladin murmured.

“Each of the giant guild leaders has a deep story.

Gongja Kim.

You've become one with us, so you'll get to know each other gradually...

Really, there are so many rotten places that it stinks.

How are you going to react… um.”

The paladin shook his head.

Did he think he had told the outsider too much? “The story went the other way.”

She said in a slightly brighter voice on purpose.

“So, how much is the potion here? The vigilantes are always on a tight budget, so it's difficult if they're too expensive..." 4.

The next day.

I stood alone in a desolate vacant lot and looked at my smartphone.

Still, there were really no people in the sparsely populated field.

It was natural.

Now, the hunters of Babylon were gathering in the square and holding a festival.

It was similar to the last round.

'But something has changed.' glance.

I read the news that popped up on my phone screen.

-[Breaking News] Group battle on the 11th floor? All Black Dragon executives assembled.

-Ahead of the festival, huge guilds, hastily organized an attack group by team...

-Exclusive interview with the Inquisitor! “If you want to attack the 11th floor, you have to form a team thoroughly.”

-Is it another meeting of the giant guild? -The source of the information is a riddle...

Yes.

The world has changed a bit.

none other than by me.

“·················ogue.”

And it will change a little more.

“Hmm.”

The swordsman slowly walked from the other side of the field.

Is it because he's wearing a black suit? The sky that stretched out behind the old man's back looked particularly blue.

In the distance, people's cheers were faintly heard from the direction of the city.

[00:01:31] A clock of light was floating in the sky.

The blue sky, the voices of the people, the clock of light.

Leaving everything behind, the swordsman approached me.

“You are really alone.”

The swordsman stopped.

“Are you confident that you can deal with yourself? After all, an assassin who has committed such a slaughter deserves to be confident in his skills.”

a look.

The old man's eyes looking at me felt quite unfamiliar.

Because it was completely different from the last episode.

Last time, trust and recognition for each other were in their eyes.

But now there was no recognition of trust.

distrust.

hostility.

There was only one gaze at the killer.

- Are you a zombie? '··········.' - Are you okay? I nodded in my mind.

'Yes.

it's okay.' It just hurt my heart a little.

“Swordsman.”

I made up my mind “There is something I want to tell you.”

“Tell me.

If it's a will, don't listen to it." “I know why the swordsman wants to kill me.”

The swordsman raised an eyebrow.

"indeed.

It's like a thief numb my feet.

You must know your sins yourself.”

“It’s because of the skill called [Detective’s Insight].”

“·················ogue.”

The swordsman's expression hardened for an instant.

“You guy, by what means…?”

“From now on, please believe what I say.”

I thought as I opened my mouth.

How difficult is it to gain people's trust? Everyone has their own stubbornness.

In the case of swordsmanship, [the detective's insight] is stubbornness.

A skill that shows your opponent's kill count.

The fact that this skill might be wrong, the fact that it might make some kind of error, the swordsman just ignores it.

So it's stubborn.

The old man in front of him has lived up to that stubbornness.

A person who lives according to his stubbornness cannot separate life from his stubbornness.

mixed I think that the moment you give up your stubbornness, you also give up your life.

'You have to convince such a person.' You even have to trust me.

You have to persuade the person in front of you to deny the life they have lived so far.

Again, how difficult is this? 'But...

I can.' I clenched my fist.

'If you risk your life, this is enough.' I opened my mouth.

“Swordsman.

I am a prophet.”

"What?" “To be precise, he has the same skill as prophecy.

Thanks to this skill, you can also see that the swordsman has [Detective's Insight].

If I stay still like this, the swordsman will kill me, and I ask why I have to die.”

“·················ogue.”

“Then the Master said.

I have a skill called [Detective Insight], and according to this skill, the number [4093] is floating on my head.”

It was a small lie.

But now I have to convince the old man by using lies.

that I know the future.

It is only possible to clear the 12th floor safely if the swordsman has to send trust to this fact.

[00:00:00] Suddenly, the clock in the sky pointed to zero.

Cannons erupted from the city in the distance.

The cheers that congratulate the beginning of a new era were faintly heard.

old man and me Only the two of them took a step back from the festival, looking at each other.

After being silent for a while, the swordsman said.

“- Guess it.”

"Yes?" “I am hiding my left hand behind my back.

And hold your finger Guess how many fingers I'm holding.

If you are a true prophet, you will find out easily.”

OK.

It came out like this too.

As expected.

"If you don't get it right, I'll consider you daring to tell a lie..." Perhaps, the swordsman was perfectly prepared in case I would attack.

Even if it was a surprise attack, using an item, using a skill, or any kind of attack, the swordsman would have easily blocked it.

But 'something like this' would not have been expected.

I pulled out the dagger before the swordsman could finish speaking.

The swordsman flinched.

And when the old man took a defensive posture against an attack, I stabbed my neck without hesitation.

“What!?”

The swordsman raised his eyes.

The only thing the old swordsman prepared for was this side attacking.

I never expected that I would stab myself in the neck.

momentary distraction.

time of 1 second.

Thanks to that, I was able to commit suicide.

and.

[You are dead.] [Returns to 24 hours ago.] One second was enough for me.

Again, the day started.

I went down the stage on the 10th floor and met the giant guild leaders.

Played a poker game.

won I asked the paladin to enter the alley together.

met the sword.

The paladin and the apothecary supported me.

The swordsman retreated, and I shouted to meet tomorrow at noon.

[00:00:00] And I stood at this moment again.

The swordsman said the same thing as yesterday.

“- Guess it.”

Same test as last time.

But my reaction was not the same as last time.

Guess what, when Gumseong said, 'Yes?' I didn't ask.

Instead, he responded as if he had expected it in advance.

“You are trying to hide your left hand behind your back.”

“·················ogue.”

“You raise your finger and ask them to guess how many they have lifted.

He thought that if I were a real prophet, it would be easy to find out.”

The swordsman's face hardened a little more.

“Swordsman.

Please believe me.

I'm learning things like prophecy skills.

It's easy to kill me on the spot.

However, if you kill me, it will be impossible to safely clear the 12th floor stage.

A lot of people will lose their lives.”

"···Wait a minute.

Wait.”

said the swordsman.

“This alone is not enough evidence.

It may not be a prophecy, but it may have [clairvoyance] or [mind reading].

Where can you guarantee that you are really a prophet...”

okay.

One time is not enough.

This, too, had already been decided.

[You are dead.] [Returns to 24 hours ago.] It couldn't have been easier to convince one person.

Especially if that person is an old man who has reached the top of a certain field.

“This alone is not enough evidence.

Not a prophecy…”

“You are suspecting that he may have [clairvoyance] or [mind reading] rather than prophecy.

Where is the guarantee that I am truly a prophet?”

but it's ok If you want to try it, keep trying.

[You are dead.] [Returns to 24 hours ago.] If you want to doubt, be suspicious.

[You are dead.] [Returns to 24 hours ago.] It doesn't matter if it takes a week or a full moon.

[You are dead.] [Returns to 24 hours ago.] I am confident in convincing you.

My death is longer than your life.

“·················ogue.”

Finally, the swordsman closed his lips.

All the doubts and doubts the old man had were overturned and overturned.

I said calmly.

“Swordsman.

Trust me.”

“·················ogue.”

“You must not kill me here.

Countless casualties occurred on the 12th floor stage.

Really.

I'm not saying I'm innocent, I'm not asking you to spare me forever." "···then?" "5 days." I spread my fingers out.

“Please don’t kill me for the next five days.

Follow me, see with your own eyes and judge for yourself whether or not I really deserve to die.”

The swordsman was silent.

Without having to pierce my throat again by raising the dagger, I knew that the old man was quarreling in his heart.

It was the moment when the final blow was needed.

And I knew very well what would be the 'last blow'.

“You still don’t believe me.”

“·················ogue.”

“Gumseong-nim will tell me a word later, in the distant future.

He said that with just one word, they would believe that I am truly a prophet.”

“What is it?”

I answered.

“Swordsmanship (劍帝).”

The old man's eyes widened.

Regardless, I kept saying.

“I don’t know whose nickname it is, but if you say this one word, you will believe me.”

“·················ogue.”

The silence subsided.

In the distant city, cheers were still ringing.

The appearance of a goddess descending and giving a Japanese speech was also glimpsed.

As the goddess disappeared, the old swordsman barely opened his mouth.

“Did you say five days? young people." "Yes." “Good.”

The swordsman looked into my eyes and said.

“For the next five days, I will be following you.

I'll pay close attention to what you say, what you do, your attitude and your posture.

Then I will decide whether you deserve to die, or whether you really came to me because you were a prophet.”

“·················ogue.”

“Did this happen?”

good.

"···Yes.

That's Okay.

That is enough.”

I bowed my head deeply.

“Sincerely, thank you.”

Cleared all conditions.

First, get the promises from the guild leaders.

Second, make sure the swordsman doesn't kill me as soon as he sees me.

Third, the swordsman must trust me for a while.

'finally.' Now, finally, even if you go up to the 12th floor, the guild leaders and the swordsman will not feud.

There will be no needless quarrels with each other by doubting each other.

Innocent hunters being killed.

“Then, swordsman.

See you on the next stage.”

I said as I endured my choking.

The swordsman was looking at me with strange eyes, but there was no time to worry right now.

I had to do what I had to do.

"send." Paah! A white light enveloped me.

Feeling my heart beating, I thought.

'Now there is only one thing left to do is hunt the Demon King.' The world has changed.

'wait.

Devil.' And it will change a little more.36.