SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

The time he waited, the time he walked.

(3) The great slashers embroidered the world four times in total.

In the third slash, [person] was finally born.

People named the moment when the third slash took place [Day of the Sword].

In the fourth slash, [people], who were [the whole group], were divided into countless [races], [countries], [city], [villages], [clans], [family], and eventually [Individual] was born.

People named the moment when the fourth slash took place [Poetry of Swords].

And time passed.

To distinguish it from the Year of the Sword, the Year of the Axe, the Year of the Spear, and the Year of the Bow were created.

In order to distinguish it from the moon of the sword, the moon of the armor, the moon of the shield, and the moon of the bracelet were created.

Likewise, countless blades and poems were made to distinguish it from the blade of the sword, and to distinguish it from the poem of the sword.

Some people called the fifth slash for these time-saving names, but they didn't win everyone's support.

Either way, the fragmented views began to spin around with their own seasons.

And finally, the moment came when the year of the sword, the moon of the sword, the blade of the sword, the poem of the sword, the minute of the sword, and the candle of the sword meshed together like cogs.

It was also the moment he was forged.

3.

A shrine is usually the main hall in which the god who determines the providence of the world resides.

Or it is a haven for the cast out gods to flee from other gods so fierce.

But the temple was neither.

The temple was the shell of the god.

gang! ruins.

In the flow of gears that have been repeated for so long that counting is meaningless, in the eternal winter that has finally arrived, the temple was nothing more than decaying, floating on the flesh that could not be thrown off.

In the shell, the sound of two hard things hitting each other resounded.

gang! One of them was a small fist.

The fists clenched as if clutching the world slammed down with the strength commensurate with it.

gang...

! Each time, a shock that seemed to split the sky and sound waves that shook the earth echoed.

gang! The other side was a metal ingot.

At first glance, the metal ingot looked like it was on fire.

It was that much red.

However, if you look closely, it was rust, not sparks, that fell out of the ingot every time a fist was struck.

It just looked so bare because it was rusted from end to end.

gang! The girl waving her fists had golden hair.

It was not a sticky color as if it had been combed with thick honey.

On the contrary, even if it was coated with glue and rubbed, it was like a dandelion seed that would be scattered like a dandelion seed when thrown into the air.

gang...

… ! Two scarecrow-like things that were barely left after the typhoon emerged from the cracks in the golden wheat field that shook with each punch.

They were broken horns.

The girl was not human.

It was one of the oldest dragon emperors, and it was one of the constellations that carved the largest territory in the sky.

“Isn’t that a cow that harvests the ruins?”

Someone called the girl's name.

The girl's fist, which had been smashed towards the metal ingot, stopped for a moment.

The girl glanced away and looked away.

There were as many gaps in her shiny hair, so even with the eyes covered in her bangs, the girl could easily see the person who called her.

The girl's lips were sweet.

“Is it poisonous?”

“Yeah, you don’t know who I am---Yeah!? How do you know!?”

The gray-haired man who leaned against the temple pillar with his arms crossed and looked at the girl was startled.

gang! Mutia, the cow harvesting the ruins, once again slammed her fist at the metal ingot and answered bluntly.

“What do you think are the virtues required of God?”

"Huh… Sincere?”

The serpent reflexively answered the sudden question.

Mutia stopped fisting again for a moment, then nodded.

“I know you well.

It is proof that you have done your job properly.”

“Ah, I struggled a bit… No, not this...

.”

“God is a slave.”

gang! Mutia hit the metal ingot with her fist again.

“Therefore, a good god is a good slave.”

"Huh… ." "So, Thapju is the best god for everyone." While the metallic sound resounded, the viper kept his mouth shut.

The subject of Thap-ju was a topic he did not yet understand.

Mutia continued, "I am also a good god, although not as good as T--ju.

And the virtue of a slave is sincerity.

human law.”

Gang! I lost that sincerity for a brief moment, and I lost my horns because of my carelessness.”

"You are the one who lived in the same world as the one who cut off my horns and gave him one shot.

It is natural to remember and prepare for it." “Ummm… I don’t know if I should call it an honor or say that I’m pissed off about it.”

The viper scratched the back of his head and muttered, 'Well, I guess I'll have to accept the position of a rival.' Then he looked at Mutia.

“Aren’t you going to explain it in a difficult way, either verbally or physically?”

"Uh, I guess I'll have to… But it could be something like guessing my name right now [---this is why you're here, isn't it?]" “Why do I have to show my hand?”

“No, he said he was a good slave…”

"I have said that the virtue of a slave is sincerity.

Clumsy puffiness is a virtue of a head." The viper closed his mouth.

Mutia also shut his mouth, so for a moment in this god's wrath, only the sound of the god's fist hitting metal ingots resounded.

The hesitant viper opened his mouth.

"Do you know what a hammer? It would be convenient…”

As he spoke, the serpent thought: [ Hammer? What is it? ] [ Ah, this is a 'hammer'… you can hit metal easily.

] [ Awesome viper-kun…! I wonder if he puts overwhelming skill and devotion into even one thing...! ] "Viper.

It's too bad even even I'm listening to it right now, so can't we just stop?" “I didn’t say anything!?”

“Are you thinking?”

“No… I think I can do whatever I want, no matter how famous the constellation is, it’s just an invasion of privacy… um.

Anyway.

It’s called a hammer…”

“This is,”

Gang! “It’s my horn.”

"To smelt my horns, I had to do it with my fist.

No metal is too soft." "indeed." The viper, who once played the role of a blacksmith as a god who lives amongst people, pointed at his chin.

"Because my horn can only melt with time.

Any flame is too cold." "indeed." The viper sighed.

“I said time is your power.

Is it that you are the only one who can melt and destroy your body?" "Yes." “There is a point, but there is only one reason.”

The viper crossed his arms, "It was Gongja Kim who cut off your horn." [Congratulations!] Congrats! The tower's declaration rang out.

[ An item that cannot be graded! ] [You created the 13th World Noble Phantasm! ] That declaration was heard by the viper as well as Mutia.

The viper was nervous.

Mal or Mutia rose from her seat, waving her freshly forged sword a couple of times before giving it a chuck, sound + [Regressor Reaper] Rarity: World Class Crafter: Cows Harvesting Ruins Description: Harvesting Ruins A sword of obsession made by a cow who forged its own horn.

This is a so-called [time-flying tracking missile], so to speak, it can be called a [missile that absolutely kills the regressor]….

Eun-yo.

I go back with this sword.

What is it? As soon as I return, I die again….

So even if I return again? The viper swallowed dry saliva: “…I came here because of a prophecy.”

Mutia just looked into the sword without saying a word.

The viper went on to say.

“There is one real prophet, not a fake one, in our tower.”

“……”

“The prophecy says that Mutia, you will become a formidable enemy of Gong-Ja Kim.”

While speaking, the viper activated a skill.

[ The invincible is activated.

] His SS level, skill, and [Unmatched] show the opponent's expected path.

In other words, you know how your opponent will move next, and you can move accordingly.

It is a simple but powerful skill.

Because when you play rock, paper, scissors, you can do it after seeing what your opponent is doing.

Of course, even the simplest fight is more like subtracting one and adding Mukchipa, not the usual rock-paper-scissors.

Nevertheless, no, just because of that, if someone who knows how to use it properly has it, the true value of this skill cannot be measured.

And, of course, the viper was a person who knew how to use this skill properly.

It was then.

“It’s noisy… .”

Mutia snorted.

Thinking that the words were directed at him, the viper tried to take a full-fledged battle stance, biting his lips.

It was a misunderstanding.

Mutia's words were not directed at the viper.

Mutia's eyes didn't even look towards the viper.

“Just say what you have to say like Gu Won-ha.”

"Well...?" The viper made a puzzled expression, but Mutia did not answer.

Her gaze was fixed on the item description column.

After a while, the item description field changed with a pause.

+ Description: But it's too hard...

I'm in charge of item messages, and with my sister in charge of skill messages, I dream of a more humane, more friendly rep.

(Strong sense of duty) I will do my best to become a tower that approaches first! (A sincere ambition) + Mutia touched her forehead.

“It seems crazy.

I don't think it's a princess line anyway." "hem? princess? If you're talking about a princess who walks in a mirage, I'm in my line...

.”

The viper said while stretching his chest.

Mutia only glanced at the snake, then let out a sigh similar to the previous one and raised her hand.

hit it bang......! With the binge, the sword that Mutia had just forged, [Regressor Reaper] was split in two.

[ No, this crazy!? ] The item manager of the tower was astonished.

[ Sudden destruction of a world-class item that cannot be graded and left… !? ] The viper also made a bewildered expression.

“What are you doing now… … ." "That's because this wasn't what I intended to make in the first place." Mutia continued, shaking her hands, saying, "You brought up the story of him, and your thoughts were mixed.

That's why it was created." "......." "Things that have already been made.

It would be fun to write as they were made, but I am the representative of time.

I cannot tolerate coincidences caused by myself." Thus, Mutia began smelting her own horns that lost their shape and returned to ingots.

gang, gang! A dry sound echoed through the temple.

The viper watched it silently for a while.

“What were you trying to make?”

“Things that are not weapons.”

gang! “It will be swung towards non-living things.”

gang! “I was just wondering if you didn’t know.”

gang! “The hammer for the blacksmith, I am making.”

The viper was silent for a moment.

asked.

“What are you going to use it for?”

“Anything.”

gang! “It’s not about using someone as a tool, it’s about making a tool that someone will use once.”

"That way, anyway, I'll be closer to the guy who broke my horn than the trash item I just had----" Gang! The serpent engraved on the answer and thought deeply.

[Cancel the invincible activation.

] So, the serpent asked, “Can I help you?”

"Hmm?" "Uh huh.

I've done some blacksmithing...

I said that only your fists worked, but you never know, right?" The viper rolled up his sleeves and grinned, "Anyway, this fist is the one that almost pierced his heart." Mutia frowned.

It wasn't long.

She snorted and snorted, then turned around again and said, "...do what you want." So the viper did it.

Kang! Kang! How much time passed like that as different sounds resounded...

Kah...! A shock wave exploded.

A gap was formed as if incontinence was going through the egg, and a sharp, bright light came from the inside.

[Congratulations!] The temple began to crumble, as if the shell that had already been peeled off long ago had accepted the fate of its own collapse.

As the roof went down, the backs of the pillars supporting the temple fell apart.

At first, the pillars swelled up as if they had indigestion, and soon, they collapsed, vomiting sand and dust.

[You were the first to create an object beyond the World Noble Phantasm--- ] It is said that at that moment, on that day, everyone who stepped on the tower heard the declaration.

But.

[The constellations you were entwined with have changed their way of life because of you, and as a result they can no longer exist as they did before.] [The 93rd floor is cleared!] Hearing the tower's declaration, those who heard the tower's declaration looked down at the man with the eyepatch and the girl with broken horns who were delighted while raising a blacksmith's hammer in the middle of the tower.

I turned around and started walking slowly.

[ Enter the 94th floor.

]391.