SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

me and your world (1) 1.

“I expected it.”

I started talking like that.

“You have already told the 99th floor a few strange stories---”

Let’s correct it.

tried to start “Noisy, zombie! Eat this!”

The clouds in the sky were split in two.

The sky then split.

Both sides cracked in the air along the solid line in the sky.

The straight line continued towards me, and it became sharply thicker.

I said, “Oh my god… … !”

As soon as I lifted the dagger, there was an explosion.

bang… … ! The aura that was blown into the dagger went out like fire hit by sand.

I rushed to inject the auror through the handle, but soon realized I was doing something absurd.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

It's like raising your shield against an oncoming tsunami.

Even if you could call such a person Don Quixote, you wouldn't be able to call him a hero.

Speaking from a position that was once called a hero, the lowest condition is to do work that leaves meaningful results anyway.

“It,”

If that’s the case--- “Jakjak, oh oh oh oh oh oh!!”

I deflected the dagger along with the sound of teeth.

As the angle of incidence was changed, the sword's strike was also slightly disturbed.

As it was an incredible amount, it was the same thing that could not be stopped even if it flowed like that, but at least I got a chance to breathe, and in fact, that was enough.

I cried.

“Do it oh oh oh oh!!”

The ground shook and trembled.

The roots that stretched out in it, the grass that grew on it, the sunflowers, windflowers, primroses, daffodils, hepatica, star yellow, firefly flowers, golden roses, and morning glory swayed all at once.

The pollen has faded.

It was full of vitality and the will to live.

On the ground so shaky, but I was not shaken.

was firmly in place.

The image is a giant tree, not a pillar.

world tree.

Imagine that roots are sprouting under the soles of your feet.

Its roots extend deep, very deep, and broadly, infinitely wide.

Even if the ground shakes, I am not shaken because I extend my roots to the other end.

Not only does it not shake, the shaking of the ground itself in the first place is due to the vibration of my roots.

suck it up It sucks in the freshness of life, the nutrients that have spread throughout the land, the grain stored in the nests of termites, and the breath of an unknown insect that has fallen into a winter sleep.

The energy that rushed into me like an upside-down waterfall, but without accumulating it, just flowed out in one place, towards my left hand holding the dagger.

Now I was a waterway.

Inexhaustible energy passed through me and poured into the dagger I was holding.

exploded bang… … ! The sword's strike from the sky was bounced off with my strike from the ground.

Geomje swung and rotated like a butterfly on a spring day, gently resting on a leaf of grass and stopping.

"okay." The swordsman chuckled.

“You have learned to deal with the outside air.”

“What are you doing!”

I groaned and shouted.

Geomje said without erasing his smile.

"You did well." "Yes? No, I feel a bit embarrassed when I get compliments like that...

It's just that I've been practicing what you taught me in Jincheon World and gave me a hint on the 91st floor.

no no this isn't it Why do you attack all the time---”

“Knowing and writing are two different things.

I thought you might not know how to apply it in real life because it’s your job.”

“I really… .”

I scratched the back of my head.

“Come to think of it, there were a lot of hints before you even told me.”

"......." "In order to express strength, it is common to build up inner strength.

And the most used method to build up that skill is to meditate in a place with good water and fresh air.”

These are the so-called [Ungibeop] or [Chokgibeop], [Naegongsimbeop].

“In other words, most of the qi used by the uninhabited was taken from the outside.

Digesting them, refining them, and dissolving them inside is what is called [Inner Gong].”

Melting the qi that exists outside of me into my own.

That is the naegongsimbeop, ginseng perennial, millennium hasuoni, gongcheongseokuni, the medicines made by the apothecary, and the giant tortoise made up almost entirely of aurora, which is why they function as elixir.

“But I and the world are not isolated.”

In magic, [I] is [the rope that binds the world].

In Jeongpa, [I] is separate from each thing in the world, but that's why [I myself am also a part of the world terminal].

subjectivity and objectification.

Its strengths and weaknesses are clearly revealed in the martial arts of each school.

This may be why it is often considered that magic climbs easily to a certain level but beyond that level is difficult, and that it is difficult for a faction to reach a certain level, but the number of masters who have crossed the pole is considered to be greater than that of magic.

“So there is no need to be obsessed with cultivating [inner strength].”

As I spoke, I harvested the image of the roots that had stretched under the soles of my feet.

“No matter how much I develop my inner spirit, no matter how much I develop my inner strength to the point where I am half-hearted and metamorphosed, there is a limit to the vessel itself called [I].”

As the image of the root was removed, the passage for receiving the outside air was closed.

“It’s more efficient to make [me] into [a channel].”

Naturally, the world river that flowed through my body with a dagger also dispersed.

“Of course [to harden the passage] I need to harden myself to some extent.”

I took a deep breath.

It was accompanied by outdoor air and the empty bet was filled in a bowl called Jinwonjingi.

“Even that is not a necessary condition.”

I looked at the sword.

“That’s why Master was able to cut through the snowy mountains without a single point.”

"okay." The swordsman nodded his head.

“The core structure of Naegongsimbeop is twofold.

[Meditation] and [Circulation].

Whether it's the Guyang Godgong method, the self-harm method, or the Valkenheim-style mana practice method, the depth of immersive meditation and the path of conveying qi are different, but there must be two of them.”

"......." "Among these, meditation is to receive external air into me.

By deeply understanding the world, you are breaking down the boundaries between the world and yourself and accepting energy from the world as a whole.

Circulation is to guide the received qi to Danjeon.

As you just said, I am developing my own qi by merging the qi I already have and receiving it and kneading it to melt it.”

Geomje summoned a piece of the cut cloud and sat on it, raising one finger.

“But if you truly understand it, if you can immerse yourself in deep meditation in any situation to break down the boundaries between the world and me, and if you can transport the received qi of the world directly to where you want it, you need [my own inner strength].

I don’t.”

The swordsman said calmly.

“That is the heart sword.”

In this series of processes, there were no grand ideologies, no abstract forms, and no mystical inexplicables.

If you know the premises, only things that are naturally logically possible.

The secret of all magic will be like that.

“Have you been here all the time?”

“Ah.”

Geomje smiled with his arms crossed.

“You and my ghosts attached to you are… umm.

I control them, but this is a little more difficult to explain than a deep sword.”

“Even so, please explain.”

“Don’t show me.”

Then, the geomje snapped his finger.

+ [Constellation of the Sword- Bon (本)] Rank: A+ Effect: You can create your living spirits to give advice to those who climb the tower.

Whisper your experience of climbing the tower to the 99th floor.

Those who listen to your advice will be amazed by your wealth of knowledge.

※ However, the person in question must have a skill that matches this skill.

If you don't, no one will recognize you.

※ Synchronization between you and your spirits (or spirits) occurs at specific intervals.

This cycle is usually one day, but it can be shorter or longer depending on the tier the adjunct is ascending to.

※ The knowledge that applies to your living spirits (or spirits) may be distorted or corrected in the process of going through the tower.

This general guideline is determined by the pillar meeting.

+ Indeed.

I understand.

“Even in chat programs, messages go through the [server] first, not directly to the other party.

Messages you send through the mastermind are also censored while going through [server] called Tower.”

“It’s similar.

Uh, what do you do? Rather than a chat program---”

“Ah.

Is it closer to the [Puppeteer's Parade] where memories are shared? No, rather than sharing memories...

.”

"Yes.

It's made by pasting my memories.

The memories of the spirits behind it are periodically synchronized and absorbed.

Then paste again and update.

But that's because the tower's censorship takes place in the process, and it doesn't happen in real time again...

.”

I remembered that the mastermind behind the sword had an expression on his face that he did not understand when he had just copied it from the old man of swordsmanship.

It must have been an experience as absurd as falling into a different world after waking up.

“Even when I was being robbed by a fox… .”

"hem.

There is a synchronization process at regular intervals like that, so I noticed something strange long ago.”

But, in addition to the time lag, there was a double memory manipulation between the fox and the tower, so it was said that they helped out in that way.

I completely understood.

"Huh.

Then there may be yangbans who are attached to you besides me and the old swordsman...

.”

“Do you want to know?”

"Nope.

I'm honestly curious, but I won't ask.

because." I took out a new piece of blue tape and tied a new handle that had been torn down due to the workshop a while ago.

“The fact that you are here means that I came in first place anyway.”

The smile of the swordsman deepened.

That was enough of an answer, so I asked the next question.

“What is the quest on the 99th floor?”

“What do you think?”

"well." I tapped my chin.

I looked around.

An ever-changing flower garden greeted me.

Even though Geomje and I both used the outside air and the strength of this world in the battle that just happened, nothing changed as if we had taken a spoonful of water from the sea.

It wasn't just because the outdoor air we had drawn out was consumed and returned to the world.

As I looked around the powerful world, my eyes naturally went to the swordsman and stopped.

laughed “Are the two of us going to end up playing one game?”

The swordsman laughed too.

“You’ve grown so much, our zombies.”

“It’s because I’m growing up.”

“Aren’t you actually more uncle than me now?”

“Call me Uncle Confucius.”

“Zombie man.”

“If I look at your childishness, I am definitely an adult… .”

“Ajay.

Shall I come out?”

“Oh, little.”

Around that time, I finished wrapping the blue tape around the handle of the dagger.

He said while cutting the tape with his teeth.

“So, what is it? What the hell is the ninth key that has been nailing people like you to this 99th floor for over a hundred decades?" As if waiting for my words, a quest window popped up.

Do you remember the moment you entered? What is this first skill you got your hands on? What were you trying to prove? + The swordsman had his arms crossed + Here is a man.

He said everyone could be like him.

So his final key is Naturally, it would have to be someone like him + I was reading the quest window + Here is a man he asked if he could be like anyone So his final key, naturally, is to be himself + The quest window was talking + So now here.

At last there are two men + I looked at Geomje, Geomje was looking at me + Your key is each other + The next moment , the world rang loudly..