SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

The essence of self-talk.

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I immediately searched for Geomseong with my smartphone.

-Originally, it is said that he was a grown-up in a family of the great chaebol in Northern Europe.

- His real name is Marcus Callenberry.

He was a tycoon with nothing to regret, but it is said that he abandoned his family, personal connections, and wealth and entered the tower alone.

-No one knows exactly what skills he has.

-Sometimes he has a habit of muttering to himself.

I clicked my tongue.

“Not much helpful information.”

I looked for an interview video or something, but there was none.

Judging from the looks of it, it seemed that the personality of this old man and Yeomje was the exact opposite.

Although Yeom-je poured out his rude words to the reporter, he was exposed to the media quite a bit because he was the primary concern.

On the other hand, swordsmanship is thoroughly mystic.

That is why the information floating around on the Internet was very vague.

[It is said] that he was an adult of a large conglomerate family, [it is said] that he entered the tower alone [said], and [it is said] that he had a habit of muttering to himself.

It was all just speculative information.

'What.' I turned my head.

corner table.

There, Gumseong was drinking milk-vodka alone.

'At least, the information that he talks to himself a lot seems to be certain.' The old man was not ordinary in fashion.

It was like drinking vodka mixed with milk, and even now, he was sipping alcohol without snacks and constantly muttering to himself.

“Shut up.

don't be noisy In the first place, you are..." mumble mumble.

I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, but the old man spat out to himself every time he tilted his glass.

Even with a frown on his face.

To be honest, I was a little scared.

'Did you have some kind of mental illness?' A hunter with a mental illness is ranked number one.

It was fear itself.

It's like a nuclear bomb that never knows when it's going to explode.

'···no.

If you think about it, Yeomji was also a psychopath.' Perhaps being mentally ill is a condition for ranking first.

'Anyway, almost all of the top rankers are Torai.' I shook my head and continued to search for information on my smartphone.

As expected, there was only speculative information, but there was only one post that caught my eye.

-[Caution] Never say NG words in front of a swordsman! “Hmm?”

It was an interesting title.

The site where the post was posted is a community dedicated to Hunter.

It was a place to play with each other, so to speak, that you can join only if you have a hunter license issued by the management office.

There was an anonymous post there.

- I witnessed it myself.

There are NG words that should not be said in front of the swordsman.

If you don't want to die too, never say this to the swordsman.

really die └ What? └ Talking about grandchildren.

A few days ago, at the hunting ground on the 9th floor, some of the top rankers argued with the swordsman.

one of them said 'Looking at what you're doing, you can clearly see what kind of personality the grandchildren who slept outside.' 'It is obvious that he is living in a good taste alone because he resembles his grandfather.' 'How ashamed would it be if your grandson and granddaughter knew what you were doing now.' - Then he killed him.

└ What? kill? └ Yes.

really killed it In fact, when I said, 'How ashamed of my grandchildren...', my throat blew.

No one reacted? In the blink of an eye, the head and torso were separated.

Since then, the post has been flooded with comments.

- Don't be rude.

- This is another rumor spreading in the huge guild.

- After all, people are trampling on people just because they are doing well.

Most of the responses are unbelievable.

However, the anonymous author persevered in his argument.

- Believe it or not, do it yourself! I'm just telling you because I think you should know too.

-Of course, I don't think the swordsman was wrong.

It's your fault for bringing up someone else's family for nothing.

However, because of this incident, it is certain that the top rankers were angry as a group.

You can see that these days, the media is constantly criticizing the swordsman.

-Anyway, if you meet a swordsman, buy it.

effort.

In the end, the author did not comment on this.

As if there was nothing more to say.

“·················ogue.”

I looked down at my smartphone and pondered.

'It's an NG word you should never say.' I looked around the bar.

There was still an elderly man sitting there.

"···too loud.

I'll take care of it, so leave it alone..." I've been muttering to myself since before.

Looking back, he looked like he was mentally ill.

However, even if you suffer from mental illness, the number one ranking is the number one ranking.

The fact that the old man had unimaginably great skills was an unchanging fact.

'great.' And for me, that was enough.

'It's worth a try.' 2.

“Drink well.”

“Oh, good-bye!”

The swordsman emptied his drink and went out.

As soon as he left, the drunkards, who had been holding their breath, let out a sigh.

“Finally gone.”

“I think I have dementia.

What are you muttering like that?”

“I know Nanda.

At any rate, the taste of alcohol deteriorates…”

It seemed that all the customers sitting in the tavern were waiting for Geomseong to leave.

it was the same for me However, in a slightly different sense from them.

“Here is the drink price.”

I quickly got up from my seat.

I handed over the drink to the owner as I had already calculated.

There was no time to delay.

“Oh, yes.

thank you.

Come again!”

“Drink well.

suffer.”

daughter-.

The bell hanging on the door rang.

late at night.

Darkness fell on the street.

'Where are you?' I looked around.

The streets where the bars were crowded were crowded with people.

Dozens of people laughed and let their alcohol-hot breaths into the night sky.

'Where did you go? No.

1 ranking.' Fortunately, it wasn't long before I found the back I was hoping for.

'found!' His attire was so unusual.

Because in Babylon, the only person wearing a suit was a swordsman in this wide street.

I quickly killed the old man and followed the old man.

'What skills do you have?' My heart was pounding.

'The Flame Emperor had a regression skill.

It was an EX-class skill.

Which swordsman succeeded a generation before the flame? Wouldn't he have more morale skills than regression?' It will soon be mine.

If you're lucky.

ㆍ ㆍ ㆍ ㆍ ㆍ ㆍ How many times did you follow the old man? I got out of the city and entered an alleyway.

As we walked a little further, we even came out of the alleyway.

edge of edge.

A field where no buildings have been erected.

Swordsman walked to the barren field.

"Hmm." As I walked, I stopped.

“This would be appropriate.”

The swordsman looked back.

Starlight dimly shone on the old man's body.

“Stop coming out.

young people." “·················ogue.”

“No one would know what happened here.”

He was staring right at the tree where I hid.

I sighed in my mind.

'I also found out.' but.

It was unreasonable to hope that they would not be caught even though they were following the number one ranking from the beginning.

I meekly acknowledged my own incompetence and stepped out from behind the tree.

“Excuse me.

Anyway, there is something I want to ask of you.”

I tried to speak as politely as possible.

But why? Gumseong snorted.

"flaw.

Wasn't he deliberately tinkering with the tail so he would know anyway? I don't know how scary it is to ask an old man what to do." “·················ogue.”

what? For some reason, it seemed that they misunderstood that I was intentionally pretending to be popular.

In addition to that, the swordsman was holding the hilt even though I didn't take any particular action.

Truly a pre-emptive state.

It felt like it was going to attack me at any moment.

'Huh.

Why?' Of course, it would have been nice if it came out like this.

Because my purpose is to die by the swordsman.

'But I haven't done anything yet...?' Whether he knew my feelings or not, the swordsman's impression became more harsh than before.

Even life was spewing out of his eyes.

“...

your facial expressions are amazing.

He is truly a front-line assassin.”

"Yes?" “Don’t pretend you don’t know.

Other hunters can trick them, but they can't fool my eyes.

Did I not know that you were a special assassin sent from the Black Dragon?”

Huh···.

that old man You have misunderstood something.

'Should I like this or shouldn't I?' Anyway, it went well.

Because it would kill me if I stayed still like this without bringing up the story of my grandchildren.

However, I did not understand at all how they saw me as a mere F-class hunter and misunderstood me as an elite assassin.

I honestly don't know English.

“Uh-huh! It's really disgusting.

You came all the way here and put on your facial expressions!”

Seeing my face like that, Geomseong twisted his lips.

The expression on his face was really, really, really abominable, and it made me wonder why he was doing that.

Hopefully I don't look like an assassin.

“Didn’t you tell me? My eyes can never fool!”

"there.

old man.

I'm really curious, so I'm asking..." Eventually I had to ask.

“Why are you convincing yourself that I am an assassin...

and also an express killer? Since then, I think to myself that I look pretty normal.”

“Shut up.”

Sreung.

The swordsman crawled out and held out his sword.

“I have many skills.

Among them, there is also the [Skill to find out how many humans the opponent has killed].

Thanks to this skill, I must have overcame many crises.”

“··········–?”

What? I still didn't understand.

'Ah.' After a few seconds I was convinced.

'I killed Yoo Soo-ha.

I.' It was.

Today I hunted Yusuha.

I killed it because I knew what kind of monster Yoo Su-ha would grow into, but people of today didn't know that.

I was just a killer.

Despite the fact that, unlike the outside world, murders happen much more frequently inside the tower...

'Still, murder is murder.' In other words, perhaps the number [1] is floating above my head in the eyes of the swordsman.

That [1] was none other than the number that meant the death of Yoo Su-ha.

Would it be natural for the swordsman to be wary of me? “Yes, I understand.

Swordsman.”

"Hmm." “Even if you are wary of me, I have nothing to say.

But think of it as an excuse and listen to it.

I did it for a really important reason, I can't tell you exactly, but for a really serious reason.

I can swear to the sky.”

It was a sincere word.

But things got weird.

Hearing my sincerity, Geomseong's expression became even more wrinkled.

“It’s disgusting.”

"Yes?" “How dare a demon who has killed as many humans as you do dare to speak such a nonsense.

I myself have never lived a pure life, but...

I have never committed such reckless slaughter as you!”

It was a point-of-view.

I was really embarrassed.

"no.

Wait a minute, old man.

Isn't that a massacre? I've only caught one in all my life." “You have no shame and you are lying!”

remorse.

The swordsman pointed the tip of the sword at me.

And said.

“I can see the number [4091] floating on your head!”

I was dumbfounded.

“What nonsense is that...”

What nonsense is that? I shut my mouth to ask.

To be precise, I shut my mouth.

He instantly realized where the number 4091 the old man was talking about came from.

'Ah.' One time by killing Yoo Soo Ha.

and.

'The number of times I committed suicide.' 4090 times.

Exactly the number of times I killed myself...

“Get ready, you devil!”

then.

“I don’t know if the witch of the Black Dragon sent it or who hired it, but I will do my best to kill you!”

It means that in the eyes of that old man now, I have no choice but to appear as a rare murderer who slaughtered up to 4091 people.

In an instant, his spine became cold.

'no.' This was a serious problem.

'It is not a matter of whether or not to copy the skill to the swordsman!' Yes.

'Anytime in the future...

if the swordsman finds me, he will come to kill me!' Because to that person, I would be an abominable slayer just by being.

Just like a virus that needs to be erased from this world as quickly as possible, even for a second.

“Come on, wait!”

I stretched out my hand.

“Wait a minute...!”

That moment.

The sword of the swordsman flew towards me.

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