SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

The time he waited, the time he walked.

(4) From the moment he was forged, he was a single sword.

[ Oh oh! It was! ] [ Finally forged! ] Many people do not remember the first moment they were incarnated by the world.

Only after time has nurtured the body and the body has been able to withstand the mind does meaningful cognition arise, and the continuum of cognition produces memories.

But he had the same length of existence and memory.

[Finally made! ] [ Softened! ] [ The completion of Dabeop! ] [ We finally forge! ] He was completed from scratch, and the people around him called it this way.

[ The original sword! ] He looked around the people.

[ Oh oh! ] [ The original sword! ] The people gathered in front were empty.

Bare fingers were proving that everything they had grasped in their lifetime had leaked out like sand.

Those fingers, like countless seaweed swaying in the depths of the sea, grabbed his sleeve.

The poor [our] said.

[Sorrow] [Pain] said.

[disappointment] said [desperation].

[Affliction] [Suffering] [Hunger] [Thirst] said.

[ Let me know! ] [ Take responsibility! ] So the poor cried out together.

[Save us! ] He looked at them and turned his head.

Those who gathered behind them were weak.

The wobbly bridges revealed that the roads they had taken had been difficult, and that they were afraid of the ones ahead.

Their legs were stacked one by one like firewood, and they knelt at his feet.

[our] the weak said.

[Future] [Fear] said.

[hope] [longing] said.

[Waiting] [Sorry] [Fear] [Waiting] said.

[ Feel it! ] [ Carry it on your back! ] [ Take responsibility! ] So the weak shouted together.

[Guide us! ] There were many such people.

A place where light has never entered since the beginning of the slash.

There were so many people in the rotting den in darkness.

Everywhere he turned his head there was such a crowd.

They begged him, begged him, begged him, begged him.

From the moment he was forged, he was a single sword, which meant that he was also ready for what and why he was to be wielded.

In other words, he was the protagonist of this world.

[This world exists only for you.

] The person in charge of Daebeop came forward and said.

[Everyone other than you is an illusion.

it's a scarecrow it's an empty can ] The host who said that was neither poor nor weak.

It wasn't like a ghost or a scarecrow or an empty can.

However, the host continued his speech without shaking.

[If there is any reason other people exist in this world, it is only to break you.

] [ To prove you are right.

] Pointing to the poor.

[To be saved by you.

] Pointing to the weak.

[For your protection.

] Pointing outwards and at yourself.

[To be surpassed by you.

] Somehow he could feel that there was no lie in those words.

'is it.' Could know.

'In this wide world, am I the only one special?' am i alone 4.

It was dusk.

The shadow left behind by the sun was gradually eaten away.

The erosion was sporadic, and the darkness claimed its place as if it were a constellation embedded in the sky.

In the end, they were all going to be black, but on the twilight, where only the roots were still extending, a spider was dying.

Next to the twitching spider, there was a thin trembling finger.

It was the finger of a woman who was white and smooth.

Climbing up the green veins reflected on the back of his hand, his slender wrists and long arms were like branches on a winter day.

The woman with her face buried in the dirt, breathing heavily, was a gray spider.

The gray spider was dying.

"......." The evil that the tower has built up.

The grudge she had gathered.

The never-ending challenge finally brought her down, who was once the emperor of the 50th floor.

“I won… … ." Someone said next to the dying spider.

"Finally, I finally won." The gray spider knew exactly who the voice was.

It didn't matter in the dark.

I could tell even though I had lost almost all of my sight and hearing.

I couldn't see her dying, even though so many people had gathered around the gray spider.

Even though many were watching, the gray spider was able to accurately identify the horse's owner, because the gray spider knew them all: "It's like a monster!" He said that the man who just shrieked was called Rodrik.

A werewolf from the White Rang world who lost his parents and siblings to the horse tower he was leading.

The moonhwan stone is located deep in the hearts and brains of the werewolves.

The wizards of the horse tower used it as a material for ornaments.

The more starved the werewolf, the more vivid the color of the moonstone, so the magic tower made it a standard procedure for harvesting the moonshine by stuffing the werewolves into restraints and starving them.

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"Devil……." The weeping woman's name was Lee Cheon-rin.

Lee Cheon-rin came from the dragon world.

Also called Dilik, the appearance of the race resembled a tree rather than a human.

It was an extremely rare example of the genealogy that made up intelligent life.

Unlimited expansion of power and bloated self-consciousness is a law that uses the shelter where others should live as a foothold.

The magicians of the tower gladly replaced the rarity of Dillik with rarity.

The so-called wizards planted dillicks in their own flowerpots and raised them, and trimmed their various appendages with knives and scissors to look good.

The fruit, which is produced once a year, has been recognized as a good snack because it has the effect of increasing the user's magical power in addition to the good taste.

“I wanted to kill you.”

The gray spider knew the name of the person who mumbled like that.

“I had that right.”

The gray spider knew well where the tooth sharpener came from.

“I,”

“only me,”

“me,”

all had reason to wish for their own death.

The gray spider was the king of the tower.

She was responsible for all the things Matop had done.

The gray spider wasn't particularly innocent.

Her hands were very red.

It was because there was a lot of blood that did not need to be buried.

“I was first.”

"Do not be ridiculous! My challenge was ahead.”

“Why didn’t you wait for my turn… .”

Growling sounds came and went around the gray spider.

The cobwebs formed from words and breath trembled as if they were stinging with hostility towards each other.

someone stepped out "stop." The gray spider knew who it was too.

He also knew that he was a being who would want his death more than anyone else here.

That someone was the one who defeated him---because he was just a challenger in battle.

"what." “Do you know that you have been given the right to take charge of this event just because you won the challenge?”

“Are you sure you are not trying to sympathize with this monster?”

People exposed their teeth.

For those who have no choice but to expose their inner skin by losing their hide to the horse tower, everything that happens in the world feels like a cold wind.

But the challenger spoke calmly.

“We didn’t come to fight amongst ourselves.”

People kept their mouths shut.

It was because I could feel that calmness was precarious like a tower built with cards on ice.

Suppressed and suppressed, the challenger looked down at the gray spider.

“Are you dying?”

The gray spider's lips parted helplessly.

Instead of words, only blood bubbles leaked out and then closed.

It didn't matter.

Because he wasn't interested in the gray spider's answer anyway.

No, I was very interested in it, but it would be more accurate to say that I was forcibly suppressing it.

“I want you to die.”

The challenger squatted and whispered.

“Because please.

Don't try to show your will.

Don't even try to show your will.

Don't struggle, don't try to leave a will." “I just want you to die like this.”

A quiet whisper followed.

“I won’t give you a dramatic death.”

The whisper contained a curse.

“There will be no coffins for you to go in.

There will be no graves for you to be buried.

No one knows the date you died, so no one will celebrate your anniversary.

I want you to," "die lonely and lonely, and just be forgotten." Silence passed.

No one opened their mouth.

It wasn't just the hatred that made me tremble.

It was simply because he was sympathizing with the words without saying a word.

As the gray spider could not forgive its gods, so they could not forgive the gray spider.

That's all, and there are things in the world that end with it.

The gray spider knew it too.

I knew better than anyone.

“I,”

the gray spider coughed.

“I, I… .”

The gray spider stretched out a dry hand.

The people gathered were nervous.

The challenger who was pouring the curse also hesitated and took his hand to the weapon.

It was a misunderstanding.

The gray spider just reached out towards the night sky.

Fingers spread out like hooks grabbed the starry sky once.

placed knocked and fell "......." "......." And that was the end.

The gray spider did not open its mouth.

couldn't She was, literally, no longer alive.

“Did you go?”

“I went.”

people whispered Some of them approached and tried to tap the gray spider's body with the tip of their weapon.

When there was no response, a breath of relief spread among the people.

It was a while.

That relief soon turned into doubt.

“What were you trying to say?”

Again, there was a commotion.

“You must have wanted to be arrogant until the very end.”

"no.

He must have been desperately trying to beg for his life.”

“Maybe I was just trying to say I’m sorry.”

"or not… … ." In the darkened fields, the chatter almost spread like flames.

The challenger shouted.

"Stop!" People paused, stopped talking, and the challenger grimaced and said, "Don't argue." It was like trampling out the embers of a forest fire.

"Don't try to interpret it.

Don't try to convey it.

Don't try to figure out the meaning." "......." "You have to know to injure, and to understand you can kill.

So, trying to understand the gray spider is enough for fighting.

You don't have to do that now that you're dead." The challenger said firmly.

“Just, forget it.”

People nodded silently.

[That's right.] Someone joking around like that, [Oblivion is the hell the monster's soul deserves to fall into.] Someone put it like that.

As suggested by the challenger, they vowed to forget the very existence of the gray spider.

but.

"......." "......." Everyone knew that it would be impossible.

The death of the Ashen Spider, in the end, left an indelible scar on those gathered here as much as her life.

“Damn it… … ." It was so resentful and resentful, the challenger had to turn around with a grin on his teeth.

The gray spider's body was left in the field without being picked up by anyone.

But he was not alone.

[ Key molding completed.

] A silent declaration echoed.

He looked down at the corpse.

Nothing like a soul swelled from the skin left behind by the spider.

The soul did not recognize itself or face the spirit behind him.

There was no such thing as reconciliation and forgiveness between the victims, which means it has not happened yet.

Those who heard the declaration knew that it would happen.

No matter how long it took, it would happen.

He had known for a long time that he would help him do that, and that it was the role he was supposed to play..