SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

time garden.

(3) 6.

After leaving the garden of rotten flowers, Geomje walked slowly.

In a place where the dead slept like flowers under the dotted sunset, Geomje said: - Well made.

Instead of ranting about what kind of nonsense I'm throwing such a rush, I said: - thank you.

Instead of asking why the Geomje is so docile, this bastard ate something wrong, he said this.

- It's good that even the soil is dead.

- .......

- On the day he woke up to Kang-gi, there was a case where he placed a grain of soil on his palm and observed it.

Concentrating the qi in his eyes and ears, he found that the soil seemed quiet, but he was very noisy.

How many things diligently sat on and inside that tiny grain.

The swordsman bowed his back and stroked the rotten soil with his fingertips.

Of course, his fingertips only grazed over the soil, but the wind that blew at just the right time disturbed the grains of soil, creating a landscape as if the ground was being touched by the sword's hand.

- There were more things I saw and heard that day than the things I had seen and heard until then.

- .......

- But the dirt here is so quiet.

And that silence must be what the flowers here need.

Geomje looked back at me with his back straight.

- I am so admiring that you, Confucius, have already built a place like this, even before I felt such true calm a while ago.

I didn't do much this time either.

He quietly nodded his head once.

- thank you.

- okay.

We walked silently for a while.

The place we are walking now is commonly known as the [Summer Zone].

In a place where the lukewarm air flowed like a breath with a blanket over her, Esdel holding her hands and preparing to call for rain.

- This is good too.

- Yes.

I nodded.

As he passed by Esdel, who started to cry, Geomje said.

- Confucius.

- Yes.

- Did I ever say that if you don't get to the 99th floor, someday, Marcus will rise instead? Of course I remembered that.

- Do you remember what I added back then? Of course I remembered.

- Instead, I said it was funny.

You are not my substitute.

The swordsman nodded his head.

- Still, I'd added that you know what I meant, and I believe so.

It was.

- therefore.

the swordsman asked.

- What do you think I meant? - It's a topic I've been thinking about many times.

So the answer flowed easily.

- Encouragement to be strong simply because you believe in me that much? Or is it the consideration that the swordsman elder will do better than me, so you can rest if you are tired? - Probably neither.

I walked side by side with the swordsman and looked at him.

Eventually, my steps became as natural as the words that came out of my mouth.

- Because I remember what you added after that.

[To be honest, you can fail.

] [ … … .

] [ Trust is the idea that we will do our best for each other.

And the best thing is not decided by the other person, but by yourself.

So, a trusting relationship means that each person decides their best, and accepts that decision.

That's all.

That's it ] - The point here is not to say you can fail.

- This is the part where you explained to me what [faith] meant right after you said you believed in me.

therefore.

I could answer like this.

- [It doesn't matter either way] … That must have been the meaning.

- Whether I overcome this ordeal.

Whether you fail and become a prisoner of the eternal desert.

Whether the old swordsman goes up to the 99th floor with that kind of heart on his back.

Or whether he too encounters an unfortunate accident and becomes a guest of evil.

It really doesn't matter either way, so you would have said so.

Geomje did not stop walking.

As in the world of Jincheon, his pace became faster and faster.

But unlike the time when I had to clench my teeth and run to catch up with him, I was able to keep up with him and carry on my words.

- And it's not because you don't trust me.

It's not because I don't believe in the old man.

So I continued talking.

- You believe in me.

And to a greater extent, you trust an old man who has left everything he has achieved and has come into the tower.

- You believe in the swordsman elder.

And to that extent, he believes in a white beast who runs away to the tower at a young age and lives alone in the alley on the first floor of the tower.

- You believe in the Ashen Spider.

Again, as much as that, he will trust the Resistance who were trampled on by the tower.

- You trust the assistant writer.

Again, to the same extent or surprise, even a child like Charumu would believe in a villain who was harassing and dissatisfied with Matop's resistance to satisfy his lust for power.

- You say you're good.

Sometimes I flaunt myself enough to want to hit him.

However, there is a different part of your arrogance from that of the flame.

It did not simply mean that Geomje was really good, and Yeomje was not.

Before the return, Yeomji was clearly a good human being.

Whether it’s a sword or flame, and even me, what I said I can do, I can do, and what I said I will do, I can do it.

But there was something crucially different.

- Yeomje thought [only you are special].

- Only I can.

I am special alone Only you can do it, so even if other people die and wake up, you can't do it like me...

That was the driving force to turn salt into salt.

I looked at the sword.

- But you are a swordsman.

Either way, I believe that [you are also special].

In other words.

- You can do it yourself.

He could be special.

There is no reason why others can't do what they could have done.

Because so.

- You believe, so to speak, [everyone in this world].

So that's what you said then.

- It's either me or the old swordsman.

If even the old swordsman fails, you believe that Anastasana, the Ashen Spider, if they are impossible, someone nobody anyone knows now knows, will rise to the 99th floor someday anyway.

- Everyone has potential.

It's been quite some time since I and Geomje passed Esdel.

In the meantime, we strolled through this flower garden at a fast pace.

above the fields.

up the mountain.

over the sea.

- Becoming the person you will become, not becoming the person you are going to be, people never change...

These are words that can only be said when you live short and you can't see far.

So far away.

We were in front of the land where the red rain fell.

- If [that person could do it but you can't] doesn't make sense, then of course the opposite, [I could do it, but no one else can] doesn't make sense.

Yes.

After all, the two of us had circled this world once.

- That's a fair attitude.

Raindrops came out and passed through the sword, hitting the floor.

- Actually, you weren't like that.

I watched the redness, the remorse of the nameless deaths.

Now that I was able to [see] in the true sense, in the landscape that came in so clearly, it felt as if the rain was slowly rising from the bottom up rather than pouring down from the top.

- Confucius, you sometimes remember the days when you lived in that closet.

And then don't say [How did I get here? ] - Other people would have said that while clicking on the tongue if they saw you when you were cutting and pasting newspaper clippings.

[What kind of sick people are there? ] [ A guy like that can't do anything.

] [ It shouldn't be like that.

] - But.

It feels like you are in the water instead of walking in the rain.

Geomje said while the positions of air and water were reversed, red bubbles bursting around the two of us indefinitely.

- Then you are here now.

pounding, and My heart cried.

- People change.

Even if given a small opportunity, it will make a difference.

Isn't that what you've proven every time you go back to the day? It's like when I first heard compliments from the director when I was young.

- Maybe that was all, the gray spider that had lived for a thousand years without change also changed.

- .......

- Thanks to you? Of course it is.

But was it possible only for you? Of course, that wasn't something that could be heard purely as a compliment.

If interpreted maliciously, it could have been.

Like a common old-fashioned Jill, you could be seen as urging why you can't be like me, so paradoxically, you could take it as a declaration that only you are special.

However, I knew that Geomje did not say that with such intentions.

- Maybe that's why, this was the first skill I received when I entered the tower.

When there is no malice, when there is no intention and when words function purely as words, the words of the swordsman have exact literal meanings.

- Skill card open.

The swordsman raised his hand.

A skill card flowed out from the bottom of the hazy application.

On the skill card, it was written: + [Be like me] Rank: F Effect: You can see all the skills your opponent has.

※However, the enemy defeated by you can copy one of your skills and make it your own.

Opponents who have already lost to you once are excluded from the effect of this skill.

Also, which skill will be copied is randomly determined.

+ I raised a hand as if possessed.

- Skill card open.

I took out the first skill I had and looked into it.

+ [I want to be like you] Rank: S+ Effect: Automatically activated when killed by an enemy.

Copy 1 of the skills of the enemy that killed you, making it yours.

It is not possible to re-copy the destination that has already been copied once.

Which skill to copy is randomly determined.

※However, you die! + Two cards touch.

F-class skills and S+-class skills.

The two skills reflected each other like a mirror.

There was me and the swordsman in a world of similarity placed between the two skills...

We were facing each other.

I said.

- sword.

- Yes.

- What is your sanctuary? I stood in my sanctuary and said, - Even Salcheonseong had a sanctuary.

And if you're on the 99th floor now, you've created Sanctuary too.

I am… .

I am.

- I wonder what your sanctuary is like.

- Hmm.

The swordsman raised one hand.

The hem of the application was trembling.

and.

- Ah.

The world unfolded before my eyes.

■.

In the forest where the sunlight is light, the morning glory has a longer neck.

Half the size, half the head down, and half the size again.

As the length of the morning glory has decreased and decreased, the dawn is morning from morning to broad daylight from noon to evening.

In the sunset when the sun is dying, the sun is exhausted and the night is dreary In the wilderness where the rain is rare, the sunflowers spread their flower petals more widely, ah ah, in the light of the sun, in that season when the rain is rare, with the flowers of people who just died without being able to bloom With the people of flowers, the ten million flowers I wanted to embrace, the ten million flowers I was able to embrace, and the ten million flowers I wanted to embrace, morning glory, top flower, frost flower, peony, rose, fire flower, there was a man who crossed the globe.

'.......' It was a man dressed in a thick coat.

There was a man sitting there, cross-legged, with a sword as tall as his height propped on the floor in a field of hundreds of millions of flowers.

I knew the man well--- I knew him very well.

saw.

have seen Countless times, however, this is the first time I have seen that man who is not semi-transparent.

swordsman.

The reason I didn't say that, maybe it's because I'm not here right now.

Nevertheless, I saw.

could see I only knew it was because he was showing it.

The man---The swordsman, without opening his eyes, with his eyes closed, just quietly opened his lips.

And, 'spoken'.

"come.

Gongja Kim.”

It was the first time I heard his voice like that.

"From here." On the 99th floor.

“I will be waiting for you.”

he was waiting for me 388.