SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Origin Regression.

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The wizard, [Primordial Staff] sighed.

“… … I don't know how long it's been since I've felt a sense of dismay.

swordsman.

I won't be able to see you and you won't talk to me, but I'll tell you that there's a reason you failed to attack the celestial pole." The wizard touched his forehead.

as if bored.

He must have been a nobleman who didn't show his emotions at all, but seeing that he showed such a strong reaction, it seems that the aftermath of 'Heart Sword' presented by Bae Huo-ryeong was quite intense.

"Well.

What exactly happened...

?”

I shook my head and came to my senses.

The aftereffects of jumping from the flat world to the original world have not gone away yet.

A slight tingling sensation stuck in his throat and was sticky.

“What's going on? okay.

Something great has happened.”

[Primordial Staff] frowned at my question.

“At the end of the day, the stage almost collapsed.”

“If it collapses… … ." "It's literally a collapse.

Some stages are also constellations themselves.

When a stage is destroyed, the constellation suffers just as much damage.

But the ghost you are carrying...

has completely cut the stage." "Yeah? Confucius-san carries ghosts with him?" The pharmacist next to him blinked his eyes.

It was a first for a pharmacist, but the [Primordial Staff] did not answer her question whether it was too cumbersome to explain.

It must have grown and expanded rapidly.

The Jincheon world would have been cut like a piece of paper! There are several worlds that can take the place of the 75th floor, but for the souls resting in the Jincheon world, this is not the case in the middle of the night.

?”

The wizard glanced at the air, as if he would slap him on the cheek if there was a spirit behind him.

-No.

I just trusted you.

The mastermind crossed his arms and smiled.

-Even if the world falls, you will do your best to stop it.

Thank me, aren't you willing to admit your goodness to a human my size? "Huh." Gongja Kim, One Second of Life's Troubles.

“I’m sorry for swinging my sword without thinking.”

“Still, I’m glad you know.”

The wizard wrinkled his chin.

Seeing that scene made me feel remorse in my heart when I hit the gossip...

… can you feel it dog horn.

Let's think about it.

Wouldn't it be a matter of conscience rattling out of your conscience to pass the stress on to the other person by saying the bullshit's bullshit as it is? "......." The pharmacist was alone in thought as we talked.

When I heard that I had a ghost, I asked if I was in trouble.

“Why?”

"Ah.

Not much, nothing.

Uh.

However, I was wondering why I was chosen as the referee on the 75th floor.

It's probably on my mind." Fortunately, I wasn't worried about the background spirit.

"Hey, Confucius.

Can you tell me what kind of people were the judges before me, and what kind of stage they were in charge of?" It wasn't a particularly difficult request, so I explained it step by step.

The eyes of the pharmacist listening to me clearly subsided even through the thick eyeglasses.

The pharmacist murmured, “Confucius, if I die, I will go to the Jincheon world.”

"Yes?" “That is the standard of judgment.

What kind of heaven will you go to after you die?”

I opened my eyes wide.

Conversely, the apothecary's eyes were narrow.

"Think about it.

Did you say that the world in which the paladin-sama judged is a heaven for music?" “Yes, yes, but…”

“Paladin-sama, of course, is an expert in music.

So it seems natural to be in charge of the evil heavens.

Yes, but from that point of view, it is natural that the world to which I have to be called as a judge should be a weak heaven...

? My field of specialization is medicine, after all.”

The pharmacist said in a hoarse voice.

“But the place I was assigned was Jincheon.

Regardless of your field of specialization.

I'm not particularly good at [not lying], and I don't have any expertise in [two-dimensional planes].”

“……”

“So, who is in charge of the referee is not determined by whether or not an expert is an expert.

never." indeed.

I also followed the pharmacist with my eyes folded lightly.

“If the paladin dies, he will be reincarnated in the evil world.

When the count dies, go to Geumcheon.

When the viper dies, it goes to nothing, and when the heretic inquisitor dies, it goes to the heavens of Beop.

and… … .”

“Yes.

If I die, I will be in Jincheon.”

The pharmacist nodded, "I was thinking while Confucius was attacking the stage.

If I could go to the afterlife when I die, what kind of afterlife would I wish for.

It was hard to imagine, but...

well, I I came to the conclusion that I want to go to a world where there is no need to worry about what the other person is thinking.”

"……okay." “Yes, I did.

So Jincheon is probably the afterlife I want to go to.”

I looked away, and the pharmacist looked in the same direction as I had turned, where [Primordial Staff] was silently catching our gaze.

“……Yes.

That’s right.

That’s the correct answer.”

The wizard responded quite coolly.

"If it went as planned, when you got to the 79th floor, you were going to expose [Actually, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah bla blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah heavens to.

I wanted to create a final boss vibe." The wizard looked as if he had lost the toy he had secretly saved.

“…Is there a certain heaven that I will go to when I die?”

“Hmm.”

The wizard smiled knowingly and ignorantly, "That's a question I can't answer hastily, because it's not something I can decide.

Anyway, did you say you're a pharmacist? Well done.

When the wizard hit the floor with his wand, the pharmacist's feet trembled like a swamp.

The forced repatriation began.

The pharmacist floundered as he fell to the floor.

I heard that you will forget about work, but Confucius-san will remember..." “Yes.”

I smiled and said off to the pharmacist, “I’m looking forward to the special potion that the pharmacist will develop next.”

In an instant, the body of the apothecary disappeared to the bottom of the floor.

Where the apothecary disappeared, only white ripples formed, and even that quickly subsided.

After one beat, the 70th floor lobby was enveloped in a dull white.

These are the stages I remember.' I shrugged my shoulders and looked back at the wizard, "Okay, so who's the next judge? Anastasia? Markus? Since only the best hunters have been summoned so far, the ranking is definitely the criterion for choosing judges.

will be included.”

“To be precise, you are selected from among those who have a close relationship with you.”

“Then Uburka or Rabiel?”

“Neither of you have a close relationship with you, but neither of you want an afterlife.

Four Kings.”

The wizard pounded the floor with his staff again, saying, "The judges who will judge you this time may be a little harsher." The light rose from the tip of the staff.

If you look closely, the shape of the light blooming resembles a lotus flower.

As the neatly arranged lotus leaves split, a single person’s seal shimmered through the gap between the light stems.

“Uh---.

What?”

Like the people who have played the role of referee, he was very familiar.

There were a few people I thought I would never forget after I died, and he was one of them.

It didn't mean much.

"Summon? Summon? "......." "Huh? What? Is my eye color wrong? Because he is a damn scholar, he seems to be standing in front of me, even the name of a scholar.

Seriously, are there any other bastards other than you to summon me? I was stupid.

Why? What did you call me this time? Shall we dance again?”

I muttered the name of the man who had been called as the new judge and covered my forehead with the palm of my hand.

After all, it's you 2.

My head was throbbing.

It is certainly the most appropriate greeting for [a person who has a deep relationship with me].

“Why are you coming here and making a fuss… … ." "Ha? I don't know why you're asking me that.

You summoned me." The flowing eyebrows were narrowed.

The sharp but thick eyebrows curled elegantly.

"No, wait.

Hey.

I'm done living in your shadow.

Can I still be summoned by you? Is this legal?" It's been a long time since I've been freed from the Summon of Hundred Ghosts.

I got a new body through the skill [Phalangeal Dragon's Skull] I got from the top master.

The days of calling on a fictional day and obeying my orders are no more.

Goodbye.

You must have thought that, but I was suddenly summoned again, so it's worth raising my eyebrows.

"Dude.

Stop playing around.

I'm working hard to refresh my mind! Can't you see the clothes I'm wearing right now? This is a part-time job at a cafe.

To you.

I was working part-time in the planetarium until I was called out, part-timer!”

He seemed to have misunderstood that I had practiced summoning.

Perhaps he thought that he might be ordered to perform a Cossack dance again.

He began to preach about his pitiful situation in a tone that felt quite urgent.

I have to go to the martial arts school and run! You put me in as a student of Cheonmumunju, so do you know how much trouble I have to suffer? If a cub has a conscience..." “Are you scared?”

"What?" “Are you afraid that I will make you do something strange?”

“This kid… … ." Yoo Soo-ha frowned.

“Now that you are the second-ranked hunter, you have the first-ranked hunter as your personal bodyguard, you are close with all of the giant guild leaders, and you are married to the most beautiful person in the world.

Are you looking at me as water?”

"Huh." "Fuck." It seemed to meekly admitting that he could see himself as H2O.

“Anyway, I didn’t summon you this time.”

"then?" “It’s a bit long to explain.”

I went into a bit of a long explanation.

The fact that I am currently breaking through the 70th to 79th floors.

In order to break through this realm, it is not only me who is good at it, but the recognition of the person chosen as the judge is necessary.

And this time, damn it, you were chosen.

"......Ummm." Flowing arms crossed.

Before listening to the story, there was a slight uneasiness between the eyebrows and eyebrows, but now it has completely disappeared.

I don't know what I'm thinking, but the dark eyes just scan me from head to toe.

“If you sum up what you said.

If you want to go up to the next floor, I have to admit it unconditionally, right?”

"OK." “It doesn’t matter if it takes a decade or a hundred years, I can sit here and watch you kick off the stage.”

"okay." “Even the flow of time is different between you on stage and me here, so I can skip a long time quickly if I want to?”

I felt a strong sense of insecurity as Yoo Su-ha was asking questions, but I couldn't make a statement that would go unnoticed.

Even if I don't answer, [Primordial Staff] will explain it anyway.

“… … that's right." "indeed.

I have an answer.”

Yoo-soo chuckled.

It was a devilish smile.

“First, try dancing.

Gongja Kim.”

what? “Ah, of course, but dancing is the dance I used to dance.

that dance.

Is it a cognac dance or something? .

Anyway, you guys know best.

is that what you did? Let's take a tour of your dancing skills first.

I think about the stage from then on.”

Hey.

"Why? don't you dance If you don't want to dance, don't.

Let's take it lightly from a hundred years.

No matter how little monster you are, if you're stuck on the same stage for a hundred or two hundred years, you'll want to dance.

is not it?" Hey.

"Of course, I don't plan on ending it with just one dance.

I'm sorry if that happens.

Ah, then.

Aren't there a lot of feelings between the two of us that need to be resolved, Gongja Kim?" This is a dog.

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