SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

the picker of death.

(3) ===================== “Master....”

The angler looked up at me cautiously.

“112 deaths are too much.

Even now, within a few days.

You've become so emaciated that it's hard to recognize you..." “Why.

Have you grown so much loyal that you were worried about my body?”

The angler hesitated.

He seemed to be contemplating on how to respond.

Is it better to add flattery, or to reveal the truth as it is? "...When the master disappears, I disappear too." The Maw opened his lips, "I can no longer live in my little paradise.

My life and memory, meaning, everything is gone.

Everything is up to you.

I care for myself, so I care for your body as well.

come.”

“It’s good to be honest.”

I raised a corner of my mouth, "How are you? Are you worthy of living these days?" "Yes…?" "You've come to live in the town of Esdel.

People you valued more than your life have returned.

How are you?" After gaining the right to monopolize the 20th floor, I released the ogre to the village.

Except when I had to do something like now, I intend to keep him in the village.

The ogre replied with a nervous look.

coming." “Is nothing special?”

“If you say it’s something special… Ah.”

The Maw blinked.

"There was a time when people named Hunters came.

The secret that the four kings suddenly became stronger, the treasure hidden by the 5th guild must be here...

But the witch who the lord has brought and the hunter who follows her.

They stopped it, and it didn’t turn into a big commotion.”

Indeed, the Black Dragon Guild.

After-sales service is certain.

"The little lords of the neighboring kingdoms are no longer flirting.

Because they are suffering from measles by the nomads they brought in to attack us...

Even if not, the empire and the temple At the same time, I declared my village a holy land.

Sometimes Lizardmen and elves come and give gifts…”

It seems that things in this world are also going smoothly.

"Well." “Sick people come to hear my word… Also, after the declaration of the Holy Land, especially pilgrims hoping for a miracle, what can we do about these people… First of all, the Hunter priests who followed the heresy interrogator introduced by the lord.

I've been taking care of you..." “Don’t worry, I have something to think about.”

Specifically, I was planning to build a new pharmacist's pharmacy on the 20th floor, 'because I said that I would receive new customers only through me.' If this expedition is completed, the position of the pharmacist will be solidified.

As it is a place where patients constantly come, you will also be able to gain experience with various diseases.

'The pharmacist alone will not be able to handle the workload.

We will have staff.

It would be okay to do it, and then the size of the pharmacy will naturally grow...' It will not take long for the new pharmacy to be recognized as a branch of the Ministry of Pensions and the branch to become the headquarters again.

I smiled, “What else?”

“Other than that… Ah, Dazena, Dajena is the Ahaeondae of my village.

They seem to like the tteokbokki that the hunters brought.

And Gartsov, this is an old man guarding the orchard, and this person The fruits were distributed to the hunters of the black dragon who stood guard over the village, and in return, the hunters of the black dragon gave the fruit of the master world---." The wind blew.

Snow flew, and the moonlight quietly shone through the fluttering snowflakes.

The devil's voice flowed like snow.

I listened to the story that continued under the moonlight until the end.

The ogre shook his head.

“---Something like that happens.”

“It sounds like it’s worth living.”

The ogre answered cautiously.

"Yes.

It is worth living.”

I nodded.

“People in this world should be able to live a little.”

"......" "Come and gather the corpses." Golden hair fell down her shoulders.

The Maw bowed her head.

A voice escaped from her bowed lips.

"I will obey your orders." 3.

There is a saying that it is the right place.

Summoning the devil and entrusting it to the collection of death was a very good thing as a result.

A lowly constellation.

Called the [Demon King of Autumn Rain], who at one time destroyed the other world.

He knew how to harvest well.

Thousands of skeletons moved in response to the angler's beckoning: "It's an official's workplace, so there must be a map.

It's just a cluttered map, but it'll be enough to compare the geography.

Scrap up the torn maps to get rid of the remote villages and fishing villages.

We want to follow.”

From the third day after the search started, zombies were delivered.

It wasn't the body of a strong man who had mastered martial arts.

It was just an ordinary farmer and people.

They were the corpses of those who did.

I'll bring you the body." The bones of the skeleton were white.

White bones brought corpses in a row.

In the middle of the snowy field.

It was difficult to distinguish the white of the bones and the white of the eyes.

So from a distance, the corpses move by themselves and gather toward me.

"The children who woke up in the morning to see their mother's corpse.

I will also bring the corpses of children who would have died crying at their mother's side like wild plants wither." A procession of corpses followed, and the deaths were listed: “People in the village who would have cursed their dead mother for failing to be a parent.”

“The one who hid under the well to escape the plague, but never came up.”

“A prisoner who would have died of starvation because he was imprisoned and did not even have a chance to escape.”

The angler was carefully selected and carefully selected and presented the poor to the poor.

Like a servant who pays tribute to the king.

After a week, he knelt down on one knee in the snow again.

I looked at the snowy.

- That's oo ....

- uh, ooh ....

- I was listed.

The body was listed.

The body of the body was caught by the Skeleton.

Hunger was for everyone, young and old.

“…well.”

I undid my tie, took off my suit, threw away my underwear.

A dark night.

With my bare skin, I commanded the skeletons: "Release." At that moment.

As soon as the body caught by the skeletons was released, 112 zombies rushed in.

Instinctively, to a place with a strong smell of flesh.

To the place where I was standing.

"Come." I smiled, “Come on!”

The young corpse jumped in.

It bit my calf.

As the terrible pain was about to climb up the calf, the pain stopped in the middle.

The old corpse grabbed my thigh.

The pain from the calf broke off the thigh.

, again, thick and rising into the stomach.

"-----." I must have screamed, but I could not hear it.

The corpse tore my ears.

My lips were devoured.

My tongue was devoured.

Unable to hear and speak, I just looked at the sight of countless shadows piercing my body.

[You are dead] I looked up at the night sky.

The moon was as white as a land where it snowed forever.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] The last night an old man looked up at the night sky was just the same.

He was a solitary fisherman in the river all his life.

When Kang Si bit his finger, the old man was not embarrassed.

Calm -If you die in the boat, it will not cause any trouble to the world.

On the riverside with a view of the village, the old man's ferry wiggled and swayed.

The old man was lying on the boat.

It was as comfortable as lying on a coffin.

The waves were like this The old man thought it was happiness to be born in the river and die in the river.

The last he looked up at the moon was quiet.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] What happened to the world The young magistrate thought as he was walking around the city walls at night.

Originally he was not even a hyang-ri.

He was a seo-saeng who was writing by memorizing a few lines.

, Hyang-ri's servants died.

Death continued as if asking for death.

At the end of the inquiry, I was confident.

-Songju, a soldier approached and said, He was originally not a soldier, but a tavern-poster.

The brain worked well and it was usable.

-What is it? -The granary is empty.

It catches, but it's not enough.

How are you going to...

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- Reduce the grain rations to the elderly.

said the young Taesu.

- Gangblin is innumerable.

You have to save those who can still fight.

Reduce food to the elderly and children by a third.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] The sage in front of you was cruel.

Sometimes it seemed colder than Kangsi.

A soldier sometimes wondered where Sannim, who was only reciting scriptures at the entrance of the village, learned such a pulpit.

-The backlash is not going to be easy...

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- Cut the food given to young people in half.

There are those who reduce more and those who reduce less, but if they all reduce together, it is tolerable.

- Still, won't you come out with a complaint? - I'll starve first.

Taesu said briefly.

- Don't fast at all.

If I, the leader, do not speak of anything, even the discontented will lose power.

-… … Are you okay? - You won't be able to last long here anyway.

Would starving for a few days make any difference? Looking up from the wall, the moon was quiet.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] - At this rate, we will all starve to death! The little boy hurriedly shouted.

it was a girl As a beggar belonging to the openness (汚常), now that the distinction between the rich and the poor has disappeared, he has become a leader in leading children of his age.

- Seongju doesn't even want kids to eat it.

I'm not saying you can't live! -Then what should I do, sister...

? - When you die, even if you die, what should you eat to die? That way you'll be a good gangster.

The little boy was cheerful.

-There's a recipe I learned in Open.

It's called Togwa (土菜).

It's literally a mud cookie.

- Mud cookies...

? -It's a cookie that you can make with just clay.

The little boy's eyes lit up.

- Listen! Kids who know how to swim keep catching fish.

Don't give it to adults for nothing, just share it with us.

And the rest go to the river and scoop up soft mud.

- What are you going to do? -I'll show.

[Relive the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] The children scooped up the mud from the river.

The soil was mixed with grains of sand.

The children put the mud in a sieve, filtering the gravel over and over again.

-If you clumpy this mud and spread it on a mat.

The little boss played hard with his hands.

She clumps up the mud like a ball and pucks it on the mat.

And spread the mud wide and wide as if spreading plaster.

-great.

done! - Is it...

what? - You just have to dry it in the sun like this.

Then, mud cookies are made.

The children were not funny.

- It's just the soil baked in the sun! - How is this a cookie!? -Noisy.

It's a recipe that has been passed down with a vision of openness.

I'm looking good The little boss pulled out his pocket.

It was a bag of salt.

It was a precious salt from the beginning, but now that the distribution is cut off, each grain is like gold.

The little boy mixed the mud with a little bit of salt.

-Ego! After half a day, the mud had dried up.

- Now that's it.

Eat one! But be careful when eating.

If you eat a lot in one bite, it will not taste good! Save it and eat it little by little.

The children were dubious and asked for the mud cookies.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] -… Is it surprisingly edible? Some children chewed mud cookies with their front teeth like a hamster.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] -It tastes salty.

One child licked the mud cake with his tongue.

eyes wide open Like smashing ice cream.

The child's saliva was soaked in, and the edge of the mud cake was wet.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] -It's not good...

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Some children just cried.

The little boss giggled.

-it's okay.

All I had to do was eat From now on, we have to take care of everything we eat.

Eat fruits and vegetables normally, and if you catch fish, eat fish too.

Understand? -Yeah, sister...

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The children soothed their hungry stomachs with mud.

The human mouth was deceived.

The salty soil and the children's esophagus were accepted as rice.

For the mud to be swallowed, the saltiness had to trick the tongue.

So, when the children ate the mud cookie, they did not bite it at once.

He licked the mud cake with his tongue and tasted the salt.

- Don't lick too much! All the taste is gone.

You have to lick it while licking it.

By the river, children kneaded the mud every day.

-Yes? riverside.

- Look over there.

corpse It was at the edge of the same river that an old man had left on a ferry.

The old man who was born in the river died in the river.

The old man regarded it as happiness.

I thought that dying using a ferry as a coffin was a way of not causing trouble to the world.

There was something the old man hadn't thought of.

The point was that drowned corpses were sometimes washed up on the riverbank.

If dying in the river was the old man's happiness, it was the old man's misfortune that he was washed away on this side of the river instead of on the other side.

And it was everyone's misfortune.

- The old man must have drowned.

-Poor… .

-Are you a fisherman? The children approached the old corpse with fear and curiosity.

-Huh? It was a dark morning.

- Come on, wait! -Yes? - Kang Shi! Not just a corpse! The body squirmed at the young children's soft scent.

- Run! There were children who ran away.

-Ah...

There was a child who could not escape.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] That was the end of it.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] A castle tower along a river that lost contact with the capital and surrounding villages was destroyed just like that.

the old man died The last lord died while fighting.

A pawn died trying to get out of the castle gate.

The little boss wrapped up his younger brother and died.

[Relive the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] They wanted to live.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] You struggled.

[Reproduce the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] Because you tried to live, you endured hunger.

[Reproduces the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] Fingers scooping up mud, looking for wet ground by the river.

The hand that spreads the clay dough on the mat and spreads it wide.

Even the fingertips holding the dried mud cookies tightly.

[Relive the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] 112 deaths.

Neither of them had a gesture other than hunger.

[Trauma reproduction complete.] [Confirm that the subject's ego is maintained.] [The penalty ends.] I slowly opened my eyes.

"......." The snowy field was silent.

quiet night.

My self-talk flowed quietly.

“I wanted to learn how to decoction the bark… .”

Reality is beyond my imagination.

In a world that was on the verge of extinction, was the bark not even traumatized? Humans could even eat mud when cornered.

"okay.

Things like that happen, too." I got up and dug my eyes.

He wrapped the auror in his bare hands.

Digging and digging in the snow, I came to a frozen land under the ice cap.

It was the first land I saw after falling into this world.

“Let’s see… .”

It was not easy to dig up the ground that had been frozen for years.

I also had to write an auror.

A handful of soil was dug up, and it was heated with an auror along with the perennial snow.

Just like boiling soup.

After a while, the grains of soil began to sway.

Truly muddy.

Sand grains and gravel were retrieved one by one.

I followed what I saw in my dream.

The clay was kneaded into rounds.

He took off his suit coat and used it as a mat, and spread a mass of kneaded dirt on it.

"Well." Time has passed.

Mud cookies were baked in the morning and afternoon sun.

I carefully picked up the mud cookie, which looked just like a dalgona, with both hands.

“… … thank you for this food." I gnawed at it with my teeth.

A rustling sound echoed in his mouth.

"......." He licked the edge of the mud cookie with his tongue.

The feel has softened a little.

But when he took the crumbled clay cookie on his tongue, only slurping on the tip of his tongue, particles of dirt stuck to the roof of his mouth.

The whole mouth was crumbling.

"......." After a while, there was a trick.

This food was not chewed with molars.

It was gnawed with incisors and then swallowed little by little through the throat.

The warmth of the sun and the smell of the earth.

The food that only kept those two, I slowly dug into it.

Well.

"...it doesn't taste good." bit off “It has no taste.”

I ate it cracked.

"Really, it doesn't taste good." I swallowed.

"..." My shoulders trembled.

My heart pounded.

An indescribable emotion took over my body.

Anger or sadness.

Maybe hatred.

Human.

It must have been a life from the ground, but why can't it be dug? A feeling of anger, maybe sadness, maybe even hatred, swelled in my hand.

Then I realized.

The indescribable emotion was originally to be held in the hand.

Not to be spoken, but to be wielded.

, it was just wielding the handful left in his hand.

"......." Let's go back.

I pulled out the holy sword.

I pointed the tip of the sword at my neck.

Go back and show the demon my sword.

No.

It's not my sword.

It's the sword of the old man, the soldier, the lord, and the children who died without a name.

I haven't read the martial arts book, so I don't know the mysterious method of the yin and yang and five elements.

If it contains heavenly principles, it is simply the hand gestures of humans thrown away by the sky.

Because it is resentment and resentment, the devil.

Because it is the sky that I just looked up at with resentment and resentment, Macheon Heaven.

I stabbed the center of my neck with a holy sword.

I returned with death in my heart.

What I had to do was the same as in the last episode.

I asked Chunma to accept me as a disciple.

As before, Chunma pondered for one night.

After one night, Chunma presented me with a test “What is the exam?”

"Hey there." Chunma pointed to the bottom of the pit.

"I threw a goosebumps down there.

A late Jisoo who woke up at the main school and was promoted, and a top master who made quite a name for himself in the river.

Try to break that river.

Then you Do not accept me as a disciple.”

But, said Chunma, "Fight while feeling hunger.

You fight against cataracts, but in your heart only hunger.

The pain of hunger must reside.

No other emotions or thoughts are allowed to penetrate into the image.

Hal can you?”

I didn't answer.

There was no reason for me to answer what was not said.

Instead, I quietly jumped into the pit.

-Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooing me by.

I looked at him with indifferent eyes." ......" The scent of mud in your mouth.

The texture of a lump of earth in your gestures.

With only children's hunger in your heart.

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He swung a sword.

One hit, two legs cut off.

Separated, two arms cut off.

Three strikes, and cut off the head of Kang Shi.

None of them made a gesture other than hunger.

One of the greatest masters of magic was thrown into the bottom of a pit.

I was silent.

"......." I looked up.

The angel had her mouth open.

As if when they first saw us, he was looking at me with a face that was perhaps even more startled than then.

My eyes were shaking.

After my eyes were shaken, my heart would be pounding.

The meaning of life I thought I had lost.

I saw it start anew, because I saw it right before my eyes.

Because I could see it.

I slowly opened my lips, “What kind of death will you present next?”75.