SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Heavenly Devil.

(2) =================== The pharmacist slowly closed his eyes.

After a while, her lips opened.

“… If it wasn't for you, I'd still be in the back alleys of the slums.

I lost all my tools...

.

To be honest, I can’t even imagine what happened.”

The pharmacist slowly opened his eyes.

Through the glasses, her eyes were much clearer than before.

"Yes.

I want to repay what the King has done for me.

I'll focus on making a cure without thinking about it.

… … But, when I'm preoccupied with my work, I really can't see my surroundings.

I'm not even paying attention.

You'll probably be very cocky.

still… … “It doesn’t matter anyway.”

I nodded my head, “Just show your skills.”

Now is not the time to worry about the little manners.

We will only need the Alchemy Castle in the future.

“…I see.”

The pharmacist fixed her glasses, and she turned to look at the drug lord, "Sir." “Ugh? What is it?”

“From now on, please support me with all your might.”

The king of medicine frowned.

The old man's wrinkles were as thick as his stubbornness.

"Support? Do it…”

“Skill card open.”

"...huh?" Cards spurted out of the pharmacist's hand.

One golden card, three silver cards.

The pharmacist learned four skills that an ordinary hunter would hardly get even one.

Only the skills.

The drug king's eyes widened.

"Mu, mue? Are you trying to show off your skills to me? Eying.

It's a big deal that young people these days know that skills are everything.

You don't know what true skill is..." Said the pharmacist, “You can take a look.”

"What?" “You can see what my skills are.”

The drug king did not react right away because he was embarrassed.

Naturally.

For the hunter, skill is the secret weapon.

It was the know-how that should never be found out.

Revealing the skill is like confessing not only your strengths but also your weaknesses.

No.

In a nutshell, good luck.

Stupid and stupid.

"Or should I just show it to you?" However, the pharmacist was unwavering: “This skill is a [moving hospital].”

She turned the card over herself and showed it to the drug king, "Everything from blood tests to EEG tests is available in real time.

You can also take out the medicines I have saved in advance and use them.

However, there is a 2% chance that a misdiagnosis occurs.

].

You can know the patient's condition on a genetic basis.

I combine the two skills to minimize the probability of a misdiagnosis..." "Wait a minute! Wait a minute!”

The king of medicine caught up with his mind even if it was belatedly.

“This! Why are you showing me your skills! What if I reveal this to the Pension Service or my business partners?”

"it's okay.

I promised not to care about such frivolous thoughts.”

said the pharmacist.

“If you want to make it public, you can make it public.

But, until we make a cure this time, please support us.”

“No, that’s why I… .”

“If you want to push the development time even for a day, you need inspiration.”

"......." "You don't want me to look bad, do you?" The pharmacist looked at the drug king.

His eyes were cold and unobtrusive.

A pharmacist who had always been in a hurry, but now her face was completely expressionless.

“Are you angry because the young one doesn’t even know the subject? Would it annoy you that someone like me had a talent? I have a lot more days to live than you, so the thought of being treated by people for a longer period of time than you are is annoyed and you think you’re going crazy?”

"......." The human voice is often compared to a bird.

But I can assure you, the voice of the pharmacist would not be imitated by any beast.

To put it bluntly, yes.

It was a voice that reminded me of a bug.

A buzzing sound like the sizzling fire ants.

“If you can help me with all your strength this time,”

the pharmacist corrected the look of his glasses.

“I will give you all the medicine recipes I have made so far.

Say to people---" At that moment, the pharmacist's glasses slipped and fell to the floor.

The old man slapped him on the cheek.

"......." The pharmacist picked up the glasses.

And he quietly wiped the glasses with his sleeve.

A handprint of the publication was left on his left cheek.

The pharmacist put his glasses back on, then looked at the old man quietly.

The old man trembled.

“Goyan thing… … “I will analyze the zombie virus.”

“You will know that there is a sky above the sky.”

“Your inspiration, please do what I tell you to do.”

“The day will come when your pride will be crushed and you will smell rotten.”

“I’ll write what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

“Someday you will too,”

“At that time, the old man,”

the old man and the woman said at the same time, “you will meet someone better than you.”

“Find it and give it to me.”

And the two hunters were silent.

With the body of a shamanist long writer between them, the pharmacist sat on the left and the drug king on the right.

When the pharmacist mumbled something, the drug king dictated it.

Achromatic air.

The two people who came closer to a still life than a portrait.

, we only had a clerical conversation.

The pharmacist muttered as he put the mass on the head of the corpse, "I'm worried about the sound of the king's breathing.

It's very, very, very disturbing." “Go out and catch six more zombies.”

The drug lord looked into the dark mouth of the corpse, pinched the purple and black zombie's tongue with his tongs, and said, "I need more samples.

If you have any medicine, get it.”

I nodded, “Leave it to me.”

From that day on.

We went into wartime posture.

We didn't even have time to eat.

Washing our bodies was a luxury.

Even though there was an open-air bath right next door, the pharmacist and the drug king did not bathe.

I studied only the zombies with a bit of wit.

"Uh huh...

the atmosphere has changed a lot." He looked at our party as if he was a mysterious angel, "Are you trying to attain enlightenment? The young people are zealous." “Why don’t you cook more clams soup or Doripal risotto?”

Moorim Maengju sneakily flirted with the king of medicine.

"It is true that the royal master's master was able to cry.

Even if the world was just fine, he would have appointed you as the head of the Daenamgung family." “I’m busy, so shut up.”

The king of medicine responded without even raising his head.

He put one hand in his pocket and quickly threw a water bottle in it.

“Turn it off.”

I wonder if it's a pity that I couldn't taste the King of Medicine's cuisine.

Moorim Maengju was nauseous and numb.

Yet, he caught the bling H20 thrown by the King of Medicine and drank it well.

"Okay.

I see.

Oh, I'm having a hard time because my body doesn't talk these days." Moorim Maengju grumbled as if exhausted, “How many Gangshis have been scattered again today….”

“Those who have gone far, will they go a thousand miles? Come out without talking.”

"OK." Moorim Maengjoo went out of the cave with Chunma while grumbling.

Today he is trying to gather zombies like yesterday.

To spend the 991th day of Jeongma War.

One day has passed.

The day the world will end is getting closer.

One more day.

Day by day, again, day by day.

Countdown.

Days waiting for destruction.

The world is just a music box that hasn't stopped yet.

"Hmm." one week.

It has been exactly a week since I fell into the apocalypse.

That day, Chunma looked up at the ceiling of the cave.

“… … I can't go out today." A blizzard was raging in the world.

The wind blew and blew snow, so that the upper and lower, the sky and the earth were indistinguishable.

The world was just a dark snowfield.

This was the first time I realized that white can be dark.

"What.

There are days like this.”

Chunma shrugged, saying that it would be no big deal.

“Rather, it was fortunate that the days had been clear for the past few days.

In severe cases, it snowed for over 30 days.

I couldn't move even a single step because the sun wasn't shining." “Then the rivers will keep moving.”

I said.

"it's okay? If you go too far, you won't be able to retrieve Kangshi." “In that case, there is nothing you can do.

It is lost.”

The angel sighed.

“Originally, just three years ago, the school’s strength reached 1,000.

The youngsters of the faction that the old man brought along were just like that.

But as the years go by, there are people who go so far away that they can’t even visit them at all.”

It will be.

missing corpses.

no.

Not missing, but lost bodies.

Whenever a blizzard raged in the sky, Cheonma and Moorim Mengju must have lost several corpses.

“That would be the scariest thing.”

"Well?" “I woke up and went out to the snowy field, but yesterday’s Kangsi disappeared somewhere.”

"......." Chunma looked at me quietly.

“Do you want the main seat to feel something like fear?”

The woman's eyes were pale.

hair too.

Even wearing a uniform.

Her appearance, consistent only with black, was as if desperately trying to resist this world that had become a pure white snowfield.

"Yes.

I think you will.”

“Indeed, the world has been turned upside down a lot.

Originally, the head of the guy who talked like that wouldn't be safe.

Aya outside the bird.

You should be glad that the world is ruined.”

“Cheonma and Maengju are masters.

You are so well versed in martial arts that it is a pity to compare him to me.”

I looked away quietly.

Moorim Maengju was asleep in the hot spring area.

“But no matter how skilled you are, your skills are not infinite.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When will the airflow run out?”

Stop.

“You are blocking the cervical vertebrae with an internal hole.

He said that the heartbeat, breathing, and movement of the limbs were all solved with internal air.”

Did I say that it was the same as using an Igear sword for 24 hours? I shook my head.

“No matter how much skill you have, you can’t keep doing such a reckless thing forever.”

“I will ask you again.

When will all of your inner strength run out, Chunma-sama?”

The woman said a while ago.

“People will die someday.”

Those words echoed.

It was the sound of an enlightened person.

There is only one way for humans to realize something.

I had no choice but to experience it myself.

“… … really." The angel moaned.

“Really, Ahaerogo who is quick-witted.”

“A few days left?”

“… … don't fix it a little Ahae, who is very quick-witted.”

this world.

How does [Cheonma Sillok] lead to destruction? If you think about it, it was a surprisingly simple matter.

“When the airflow drops, it becomes impossible for the two of you to move.”

"okay." The angel looked up to the sky.

A blizzard was pouring down from the sky through the hole in the cavern's ceiling.

“First, I will destroy the toes and fingertips.

Then the calves and wrists.

knee.

shoulder.

waist.

It will not turn the inner spirits one after another, and the body that does not absorb the inner spirits will eventually rot.”

Literally, death.

Like a building that one after another shuts down when fuel runs out.

At some point, the two become immobile.

"heart.

lung." The woman touched the chest of her shabby uniform.

“Upper battle.”

And pounded his forehead.

“All parts rot, leaving only three parts.

no.

It leaves other places to rot.”

“… You already knew.”

“Ding-jung from Shaolin Temple lasted a year together.”

The angel smiled bitterly.

“I was afraid that someone was missing, so he passed away lying down.

At the last minute, um.

Except for the face, there's not much difference from Kang Si.

My whole body was rotting black in every corner...

.

I couldn’t even memorize Amitabha Buddha as a will.”

“……”

“Are you afraid? okay.

I am afraid.”

The human voice is often compared to a bird.

However, I can assure you, the voice of the Heavenly Demon could not be imitated by any beast.

“This seat is terrifying.”

A murmur like a single flower falling.

“I’m afraid of running out of space.

I'm afraid that even Jingi will be exhausted.

I'm afraid of a blizzard, I'm afraid that the sun will not shine, I'm afraid that my subordinates and subordinates will disappear when the day is bright.

With every breath you take, you worry about how many more breaths you can take.

Every time my heart beats, I'm afraid of how many more times I'll be able to feel the pounding of my heart." The angel sighed.

“I’m afraid that this main seat might not be able to kill that old man.

I am afraid that the old man will not be able to kill Bonjwa.

I am afraid that the day will come when the main seat and the elderly will be lying on the bed together and unable to move.

I am afraid that I will lie on the bed, lie down, and wait for the inside to dry out.”

meaningless death.

Even the fact that they struggled until the very end is meaningless.

Die.

In a world that has died and disappeared, only snow falls again and again, leaving only a colorless landscape painting.

"iced coffee." This is the ending that [Cheonma Sillok] will meet.

It was the end of the world.

“The world is also afraid of this.”

A day passed.

8th day after falling into the apocalypse.

Two days left until the end of the world.

“Madhoo.”

Lying on the bed, the Moorim Maengju murmured.

“I can’t move my body anymore.”

The Moorim Maengjoo was smiling.

And I was crying.

"I'm sorry." soft whispers.

That was the sound of a world coming to an end.

68.