SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

The time he waited, the time he walked.

(5) [ Mmm ha ha ha! Are you that gangster that the mad heads of Taeeumgul gathered and created? It's like a guy who was born with a crush! I will be true to you and become the protagonist of the fifth slash! ] cut.

[Amita Sword.

A new life is a law that must be made by those who love each other.

That has been the rule ever since the fourth slash embroidered the world.

Existence itself is a product of magic that destroys the harmony of this world! I'll cut you down with this wizard's sword and make it easier for you.

] cut.

[The Emperor of the New Swordsman, who rules the greatest swordsmanship, has sent this army! Hang your neck quietly, you evil Kangsiwang! ] cut.

There was a lot that had to be cut.

Just walking and breathing, the corpses of those who were cut down by him became mountains.

Everything in this world seemed to exist to cut him off.

It won't.

[Oh, the sword of the beginning! ] It won't happen.

[ The sword of the beginning saved us once more! ] There must be something else.

[ The original sword! The original sword! The original sword! ] [ Our beginnings! our end! our savior! ] must exist.

[ Son of all of us! ] He went looking for something.

went out of the oyster.

[You,] wandered around the world.

[The demons of Taeeumgul are said to have forged] On a ferry to the edge of the eastern sea, he saw the first rising sun, [a sword swung toward the world.] Crossed several western continents and built a tower that no one had ever visited from his hometown.

set foot in the city [Everything in this world,] dropping dragons that drink light from the Divine Sword Mountains, [was waiting.

This way---] I have met hermits who are always sitting cross-legged under a sky full of polar lights.

[ Knock.

'Cause you look like a fool ] said the head of the hermits.

[Why is your face so full of afflictions? ] He looked at the head of the hermits.

Compared to his size, like most hermits, the head of the hermits was also small.

The bluish-blue face had only the overall outline, but the eyes, nose and mouth were not visible.

A race called Jin-in (眞人) or Shin-in (神人), he had already faced swords with these people several times.

It was a terribly strong race.

He was always one step weaker than himself.

He was saddened by the second of these facts.

Jinjin was a race that made him especially sad.

He said.

[I am lonely.

] [ haha.

] Jin-in laughed bitterly.

Then he said.

[ Is there anything to be lonely? Everyone who gathered in Taeeumgul and forged you is your parent.

And everyone who gathers in the Taeeumgul is forged by this world, after all, you are the son of everyone in this world! How blessed are they compared to orphans who secretly throw them away at the doorstep of their new mother-in-law, like their father stealing, or who have no choice but to cling to their cold milk without knowing that their mother is dead? ] He knew it too.

There were many and many people who pointed their swords at him, but there were also many who opened their arms.

He knew well where to go when he needed a cozy embrace rather than a harsh wind.

But he wanted it.

[I want my brother.

] There was a moment of silence.

[You are saying sad things.

] Jin-in broke the reed and brought it to his face.

The lip-shaped crevice that had formed on his manly face bit the reed as if biting a teddy bear.

[ okay.

] Jin-in murmured over the reeds for a while, then sighed.

[ okay.

Knives have meaning only when they have one for each other.

] Because a sword with only one side is a simple weapon, Jin-in murmured.

He waited silently while the tip of the reed moved up and down for a long time.

Then Jin-in said.

[The magic that forges you is strong and deep.

It can be said that the heavens and the earth, life and reason of this world are all concentrated on you.

Human obsession was also added in that it was made artificially.

You will live an incomparably long time with anyone else, but nevertheless, during your long life, you will be the only one like you.

] [ .......

] [ But there is no need to accept that gloomy speculation as a prophecy.

] Jin-in spit out reeds and walked towards him.

thump, thump.

He paused.

Jin-in, who was obviously smaller than himself, was getting bigger with every step he took.

thump, thump.

As a result, the sound of footsteps became louder and heavier.

Thump, thump.

He felt it as a vibration before the sound, and as the texture of a shadow that was heavy like a blanket of rain.

[Keep your head down.

] After a while, Jin-in raised his fist while looking down at him.

[You will have to keep a good count of how many generations you can withstand.

] It was the day he entered the temple.

5.

Blood splashed.

Heh heh! The man let out a desperate scream.

As he stared straight ahead with his blood-soaked, glistening eyes, the man exclaimed as if vomiting blood.

Black Dragon...

How do you...

! A black-haired woman called Black Dragon Zhu burst out with a big smile while spreading her fan.

Oh ho ho ho ho ho! The mother's meticulous plan has been a complete success.

Gongja Kim! Thank you for your effort to bring it to me! Whoops...

I, have you betrayed me...

? It would be a betrayal if she did it alone.

But! As soon as the Black Dragon Zhu folded the fan with a clattering sound, people rushed in a swarm.

Take it! Gongja Kim! Big! Paladin, you...

!? It's knife bread! Lee, Heretic Inquisitor...

! hey hey Don't forget my sword too? poison ivy...

! With this, I am ranked number 1 again! Oh, even the old swordsman...

… ! Gongja Kim, who was beaten one by one like that, collapsed on the seat, crying and vomiting blood.

Black Dragon Zhu once again covered his mouth with a fan and laughed loudly.

like! like! like! Everyone's will is like this, so this is not a betrayal, it's a win-win agreement! Gongja Kim could not answer that rude remark.

Those who were once colleagues of Confucius Kim, but in fact, villains who had never been colleagues at all, laughed at the end of Confucius Kim.

It was then.

hot… uh, here...

!? Gongja Kim, who had closed his eyes with a face full of original poison, jumped up from his seat.

In front of him was a brightly flashing cross-shaped figure holding a staff.

I am the top owner Ta, top owner...

!? Why are you… !? Confucius.

You weren't originally destined to die, so...

.

But since you have suffered such a misfortune, I would like to give you another chance.

Gongja Kim's body began to glow with the words of Tapju.

Gongja Kim trembled and looked into his hands.

Five… oh oh...

This, this power...

!? it's your potential This, this is my strength...

! Even the constellation...

No, this power, which seems to be able to destroy even the tower, is mine...

!? Not only that.

Open the stat window.> Gongja Kim did that, and soon he could see the SSS-class skills that filled 99 of his skills.

The top pole flashed loudly.

Now let me send you back to the time you want.

I see.

Gongja Kim replied while looking at Tap-ju with his gloomy eyes.

Gongja Kim, who soon melted into the gap between time and space, was coldly numb.

In my past life, I was betrayed by living for others.

I will never make that mistake again.

Gongja Kim made a firm declaration.

This life will only be---I will live only for myself! Gongja Kim.

It was the moment when the person who would later be recorded as a man who would destroy even God returned...

“Ummm! It's good!" The manuscript fell on the table with a bang and a sound.

The designated tribal cartoonist scratched the back of his bald head.

“Is that so?”

The elf editor nodded.

“Yeah, yeah.

Really good? especially this part.

[This power that seems to destroy even the tower] Nearby direction.

damn totally dope.

Wow.

Originally, I knew that the teacher was good at drawing, but...

It’s impressive, really.”

“It’s a career, I’m pretty good at it… .”

“Yes.

Now, both the teacher and the teacher have to release some of their own hits and do that! You can't just walk around with other assistants forever.

Abandon the nomadic life! building a concrete house.

You should actually build a house and do that.

Isn't it?" At the editor's words, the cartoonist wiggled his thick lips for an instant, but soon smiled and nodded his head.

“If that’s the case, I can’t hope for it… .”

“Oh, you will.

These days, this is popular, popular.

It's absolutely trending.

Why is it called Kim Selam? What is that dick that debuted last year, that Sanwa writer! The author's first work was made into a blood drama, so it was a huge hit.

I heard it's not Babylon with that money, but paradise over there.

20th floor.

A building was erected on top of that or something.”

"Really… ?”

“Oh, then, it’s true.

why would i spit Isn't it?" The cartoonist's heart pounded at the words of the confident elf editor.

It's a building! I didn't even want that.

It was too far away to say that it was the 20th floor and Babylon was a story that had no sense of reality.

But maybe the house can be bought.

'Maybe I can live without worrying about monthly rent anymore...

.' The cartoonist looked down at the manuscript he had drawn with a dissatisfied face.

It was too absurd to be drawn by an artist with 15 years of experience, but if the long-standing dream of stable life can come true, you will have to bear this too...

.

That was when I thought.

“By the way, writer.”

"Yes?" The elf editor's words brought him back to reality.

“It’s not like there aren’t any parts that take a while, right?”

The cartoonist looked down at the manuscript hesitantly.

A feeling of ominous dampness drenching the bottom of the heart.

When I heard something like this, I didn't always have a frivolous thing...

"What part...

?”

“Where do you think?”

Fuck you, why are you asking me for that? It's not some Minjung High School class time, I'm just going to tell you where it takes...

And the cartoonist couldn't say it out loud.

Instead, as he always does when something like this happens, he said cautiously, looking into the eyes of the editor who was chinking at him with his arms crossed.

"Well… After all, it's a bit too much for Confucius to be the main character...

Do you want to be direct?”

"no way.

No.

All of Confucius is a public good, a public good.

There's a slate on which the voting results are engraved.

Is it written in the Babylonian interpretation that you can use whatever you want?”

"then… uh...

It was too much to say that there were 99 SSS-level skills...

.”

“Ehh.

That was also wrong.

After all, the author has no sense.

Here you go.

here." The cartoonist looked down at the part the elf editor was pointing at with a confused face.

It was the scene where the top master appeared.

The elf editor said with a sighed face.

“Why is the top owner like this? what's this? What's that?" “It’s called Hypercube… 4D figure...

.”

“What 4th dimension? Is it because the author's head is 4D? Why did you do this?”

The cartoonist mumbled with his head down.

The elf editor raised his ears and said, “Yes?”

"What did you say?" After asking for a while, I was able to get an answer.

"Well… If it's a God, I think it must have an incomprehensible feeling that can't be put into words...

.”

“Huh~”

The elf editor let out a long sigh.

“What are you talking about? no no no I make it a pretty girl.

A pretty girl in a dress with lots of frills...

Oh, the pretty girl, Top-joo, is it going to overlap with the next author's [Thousand Years of Poisoning]? then… Ah! How about doing it with a smile?”

“Mi, are you a pretty boy?”

"Yes.

Little boy, little boy.

Absolutely beautiful! Make a figure and sell it!”

As the elf editor became more and more excited, the cartoonist's expression gradually subsided.

With it or not, the elf editor continued his comments by tapping the manuscript with a sugar stick in his hand.

“And what, don’t let it go like this… .

there's something more If you're a pretty boy, you're describing something a little bit.

For example, this beautiful young Top-ju is just kissing Gong-ja Kim's forehead.

Then the light goes out! Whoa! it's boiling How about it, readers will just drool over it?”

"......." "Oh, no matter how much editor I am, I shouldn't give away ideas like this for free.

'Cause I'm at such a loss Elf disqualification, I really am.”

“That…”

the cartoonist murmured with his head bowed down.

"I… Let me think about it.”

The editor frowned.

“You think? What are you thinking?”

The cartoonist stood up without further answering.

Like the designated tribe, now called Asura, the shadow of the cartoonist was large and wide and covered the elf editor.

But the elf editor didn't raise an eyebrow.

“What else, you want to draw your own cartoon, aren’t you trying to do this?”

The cartoonist also turned around with his shoulders drooping without answering.

“That doesn’t work! No money!”

Standing behind the cartoonist's back, the editor continued to shout.

“If you’ve been in high school for 15 years, it’s time to know, sir!!”

It was more of an appeal than a criticism.

"Ah! I can’t make money!!”

The cartoonist walked out of the cafe holding the manuscript.

The editor's voice didn't really follow outside the door of the cafe.

The cartoonist took a deep breath.

While grinding his teeth, he looked down at the manuscript he had drawn for a moment, gave it strength as if he was about to throw it away, held it in his arms as if sobbing, and started walking.

[ Key molding complete.

] The tower's declaration rang out.

[ The trajectories of your life have now become common myths in this world.

] [ The 95th floor is cleared! ] The cartoonist, of course, did not hear the declaration.

The cartoonist just quietly walked towards his studio.

However, the one who heard the tower's declaration quietly followed behind him.

[ Enter the 96th floor.

] 393.