SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

sky that gathers screams.

(4) “Last wave?”

"Yes." “What does the last wave mean?”

she looked at me It was blue eyes.

It was closer to the eyes of a beast, not the eyes of a modern man.

It was an eye that did not significantly distinguish between humans and animals, and did not distinguish between humans and the sea at all.

I said.

“I can hear all of you.”

"......." "From the second wave to the five hundred and eighty-one wave.

I can hear what you are saying.”

It meant 'I can interpret all the languages of your warriors'.

okay.

I could have said so.

But I spoke in her voice.

wanted to say Like a village that was destroyed a long time ago and swept away by a tsunami leaving no ruins, with unmarked pronunciations and words without trace.

I remember the destruction, and now I spoke in a voice that only two people in the world could communicate.

"You don't have to go to the village.

You don't have to go to the big village.

I am your last wave, and this is the last village in the world." "......" She looked at me.

There were no ripples in his blue eyes.

Suspicion, doubt, embarrassment, embarrassment, in every person's life, their emotions were inevitably imprinted in their pupils.

There were no fingerprints in her eyes.

“Are you a god?”

“I want to be your god.”

A little further away, I heard the sound of the ancient staff taking a breath.

But she didn't look away.

I also didn't avoid her eyes at all.

“Tell me your wish.”

"wish?" "Yes.

you can go anywhere Which town do you want to go to? This is a very big town.

All towns are here.

I will take you wherever you want to go.”

"......" She blinked.

once.

twice.

third time.

Her eyelids moved back and forth like a wave that rushed back to the fine beach.

"Tell me the magic that traps the sound." "Yeah." I turned my head, "Can I bring you some ink?" "......." The primordial staff bit his lip.

Mastered in all magic, the greatest wizard in the tower was shaking his eyebrows.

It was a princess walking around].

“Here.”

"thank you." “But why ink? Four kings.”

The princess looked up at me attentively and said, "Wouldn't it be more convenient if I brought you a paper and pen?" "Because the pen will be unfamiliar.

For those who have never held a pencil or something like that, it is difficult to write.

But if you use it with your bare hands, you will quickly get used to it.

So it is more convenient to just put ink on your fingertips and write on the ground." The princess listened to everything I said, slowly, after hearing everything, she nodded her head once.

One more time: “I do.”

A small voice rang out [Majority vote status announcement.] [Four kings 2 votes, abstention 0 votes, primordial staff 3 votes, etc.] I think I heard the sound of a wave somewhere.

"What is this?" “Ink.

Black water.”

"it hurts?" "It doesn't hurt.

I'll teach you magic with this." I squatted on the floor, she crouched too.

The pillars surrounded us and watched silently.

We didn't pay attention to them, and made the white stone floor our own drawing paper.

A, ㅓ, ㅔ, TT , ㅡ, ㅣ.

I wrote on the floor.

My fingertips were black.

Black strokes were drawn on the floor.

She was looking down clearly at the sight of black waves drawn on the white sea.

"You should try it too." "Yes." Her fingertips are blackened.

Half a day has passed.

A day has passed.

A day has passed.

A day has passed.

She has black nails, black fingers, and black palms.

The pillars looked at us without moving.

The hall was wide.

The drawing paper was almost infinite.

We sat down in a prone position, changing seats little by little, widening the black waves step by step.

Fingerprints appeared on every wave in the sea.

Three days passed.

Maybe four days.

In the depths of the underground where time is meaningless, only the marks of the sea that swelled to the periphery were proof of our time.

TT, ㅡ, ㅣ were all wooden boards.

Pieces of the wrecked boat were swept to and fro in the sea.

She was writing.

I rowed, “Now you know?”

"Yes." So I'm listening to the waves, "I know." I asked the princess to get a clay tablet.

It wasn't hardened yet, so the surface was soft.

"......." She blinked when she saw the clay tablet in front of her.

That was her tension.

This was her It was 'somewhere'.

Her hometown was submerged in the sea and many villages were submerged in the sea, so it was the island she went to find.

With a small island in front of her, she rowed.

"I love the sea." The waves hit.

“We love the sea.”

The waves crashed.

“The waves shed tears.”

Fingerprints.

“We also shed tears.”

Slowly.

“Still, I love the sea.”

Blue eyes looked up at me.

are you dead?”

I nodded to let her know that she had now arrived in the island village.

"People." “I killed a lot of people,”

she said.

"I can't live any longer.

A lot of people have died.

I'm sorry.

I can't live any longer." She looked at me, waves in her sea-like eyes, "Thank you." I think I heard the sound of waves somewhere.

[You're looking for a follower.] [The first wave becomes yours.] And then the wave sank.

"......." Only black letters were left on the bottom.

The first wave subsided.

The drowning man was not seen as sunk, as was the home where she left.

She was able to hold her breath in the sea she loved for the first time.

"......." The pillars say nothing “…why.”

Only after a long time, perhaps even a brief moment, did the primordial staff open their lips and let out a voice through their crushed teeth: "Why, you didn't assign me to the heavenly floor." "I don't assign.

I've only been told where I want to go.

Heaven is where I want to go.

The waves have gone to the island I want to go to." I held the clay tablet with both hands.

The place that had become someone's small island, I held it tightly in my arms, and wrapped it in an aurora.

Before my water overflowed and the island town's fine beach was wet.

I hope no one gets on it.

If If I were a fire, I wish it was only a fire to burn people's voices.

"......." The ancient staff bit her lips [Announcing the status of the majority vote.] [Four kings 2 votes, abstention 1 vote, ancient staff 2 votes.] There was still a lot of noise.

Hundreds.

Noises summoned by wizards filled the vast convention hall.

I gave myself to each and every one of those people who were still in the noise.

The noises ate my life.

] [Four kings 2 votes, abstention 2 votes, primordial staff 1 vote, that's it.] They bit my life, I cut their lives, and I called them here, as I did to the first wave.

"Wow, where am I? Where the hell am I?" Someone was bewildered.

A merchant who had been selling fur all his life.

On his way to trade, he was attacked by a nomadic tribe and died.

The merchant was unfair.

He was willing to pay for his life.

Even if he took his life, he was a nomadic It didn't help the tribe, but the idiots didn't even know this simple logic.

Why a knife and not money.

Why, why don't you deal with yourself? Why is the world so cruel? Someone was wary.

He was a paladin who traveled around the battlefield throughout his life.

He died hoping for a god to appear until the end.

The knight cried out.

If there was a god in the world, he would descend from the most miserable and unhappy place.

.

To a worse place if God does not appear, to a more terrifying place where God does not appear.

To the hell of hell, believing that he will appear someday.

Is it still not enough? Why is the world not being saved? Why is the world not being saved? , no! Please...

save me.

I can't die yet!" Someone begged, and many people did, such as people who died of hunger due to drought, people who suffocated due to a fire, and the year after a famine, they exchanged children among villagers to eat human flesh.

That was the case with the person who burned the village that day and was struck by a villager's axe, and when he opened his eyes again after being blindfolded, the man next door suddenly strangled himself as an adult looked down at him.

Idajido: “It’s okay.”

I said to anyone who had an island I wanted to go to, "If you want to abandon the world, you can abandon it." It was really nice: “You can go to another world that you can't throw away.”

I asked them, directly, "Where do you want to go?" The merchant wanted to go to the Golden Heaven.

He wanted to breathe in a world that was self-evident in gold.

The merchant did not want to live a life where rationality was suffocating under the blade of a foolish sword.

The knight wanted to go to the Heaven of Yin.

If everything from a single grain of wheat to a single leaf sings, he thought that there is a God in everything.

He cried while saying that he wanted to laugh in a world where there is a God even if he did not find him.

Ticket, primordial staff 1 vote, is.] As the final procedure [Activate the skill] I shared my gold with them + [Skull of the phalanx dragon] Rank: SSS+ Effect: Storing the memories of the living.

The memories are stored in a 'box'.

This box can only be destroyed by the person who possesses the corresponding skill.

As long as the box is not destroyed, you can produce the body of a person who inherits the same memory over and over again.

The body can travel the world, build new memories, and 'update' this experience back to the chest, of course if you allow it! Destroying a character's body doesn't take any damage to the chest.

+ That's how I brought the white spirits back to life, just like when I breathed into Sylvia Ebinail, Esdel, Sima-gun, Macheon's children, and Yoo Su-ha.

The box has been completed.] I provided a body for the noises who became my white demons: “You have chosen the world in which to live.”

Regressor's Clockwork.

I lived their traumas and saved their memories.

Hundred reincarnation.

I gathered their memories and summoned them.

The skull of the phalanx dragon.

If they wished, I gave them the memory and gave them their body.

I came to live in this world because I wanted a way.”

The hall was quiet.

There was no more growling noise.

Hundreds of gazes, hundreds of breaths looked at me.

I looked around, and I looked at people looking at me, and I said, "In a world you could like.

Please live.”

"......." "If you want to let go, tell me.

I will listen.

If you want to go somewhere, tell me.

I will listen.

But now everything you choose, every word, every contempt and all love is yours.

.

Give me a life, take responsibility for what I like, and I will take responsibility for the inevitable deaths.”

I said, "Good luck to you all." A white light enveloped them.

Everyone left for the island they wanted to go to.

[Announcement of the status of the majority vote.] [Four kings, 1 abstention, 0 ancient staff.] The convention hall became silent.

......." The primordial staff was lowering its head.

It did not lift its bowed head.

The pillars simply silently, without a word, turned their gazes to their master.

“Mr.

Gongja Kim.”

Tapju grabbed my left hand and stroked the back of my hand.

“Yes.”

“You will be empowered.

You will be able to bestow your blessings.

You will become an undeniable, perfect constellation.”

Purple eyes looked up at me and said, "From this moment on, you will only be called [Screaming Sky]." [Announcement of majority vote status] [Four kings 5 votes, abstention 0 votes, primordial staff 0 votes, it is.] ['Master of Eternal Life' wishes the 'Scream Collecting Sky' a blessing.

] From now on that was my name..