SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Chapter 8

The essence of self-talk.

(2) ========================= luck.

It was pure luck that I avoided the sword's strike.

"Well!?" The swordsman raised his eyes.

Perhaps he thought of me as a great master.

So, the master prepared for the sword to hit, dodge, or counterattack...

I must have never expected that I would roll around the ground in a troublesome manner.

“Hey, swordsman.

Wait.

Listen to me!”

Dying didn't matter.

Because I followed you to die anyway.

But even if he died when he died, he wanted to die after finding out whether there was a way to solve the misunderstanding of swordsmanship.

That way, from the next round, unnecessary collisions will be avoided.

“I’m really an F-class hunter who has nothing to do with it…”

“Avoid my sword.

He must be an elite assassin after all!”

“Ah, is this old man deaf!?”

It was a big deal.

Rather than clearing up the misunderstanding, it deepened.

Avoiding the attack earlier was, again, pure luck.

I couldn't even follow where and how the blade flew.

That old man had skills that far exceeded my cognitive abilities.

'If you attack again, you will never be able to avoid it!' In the end, do I have no choice but to give up on persuasion? I saw the sword castle slowly approaching, ready to die.

“·················ogue.”

Stop.

At that moment, the swordsman paused for a moment.

footsteps had stopped.

At first I thought to myself this way.

'Five? Do you want to hear me out?' But it wasn't.

The swordsman didn't look at me.

The gray-haired old man frowned towards the air.

I also took a peek to see if there were even mosquitoes flying around, but there was nothing in the air either.

“Didn’t I say I’ll take care of it on my own?”

The old man whispered into the empty void.

"···noisy.

Let's catch him and interrogate him.

Should I keep this demon alive...?" Again, it was self-talk.

'what?' The swordsman, who seemed to cut me off at any moment, stopped his sword for some reason.

Instead, he began to constantly mumble to himself.

The imminent crisis has been postponed even a little.

I narrowed my brow.

'Maybe...

is that self-talk skill?' okay.

Maybe I didn't know.

At the bar, the old man said he was mentally ill.

But now, watching him talking to himself in front of his nose, something was different.

I'd say it's psychotic and a bit sophisticated? The old man really seemed to be talking to someone.

'Telepathy skill?' Suddenly, such a hypothesis came to mind.

telepathy or telephony.

The skill to freely communicate with people far away.

I knew that such a skill actually existed.

'Then...

are you going to let other people know about me?' The spine became cold.

'In the sense that you found the man who slaughtered 4091 people?' order of delivery.

The Hunter Administration rarely designates wanted criminals.

The word is a wanted order, but in reality it is no different than a kill order.

The wanted person turns all the giant guilds into enemies and is chased by the top rankers.

Until his public execution in the square of Babylon, the one-story city.

'That's not enough.' I bit my teeth tight.

'I must die right now!' So that the wanted order does not fall even at any one time.

So that we can go back 24 hours and erase everything that happened now.

He had to die right away without a moment's delay.

I stared at the front.

“It became .

My heart is already set.

No matter how much you are a teacher...”

The old man was still muttering to himself into the air.

I wasn't 100% sure if that was just an old man's mental illness, or if he was actually talking to someone...

But even though I was not sure, I opened my mouth to prevent the worst disaster.

“How are your grandchildren and grandchildren?”

The old man stopped talking to himself.

Then he slowly turned his head towards me.

“I heard the news that the outside world is ugly these days.

If it is the grandson and granddaughter of Swordsman, it must be pretty.

You must be very worried.”

“·················ogue.”

dark blue eyes.

His eyes were as calm as the scales of the deep sea.

“Originally, they said that they were from a well-to-do family in Northern Europe.

Aren't terrorists more likely to target in such a family? maybe you don't know Without knowing it, my grandson and granddaughter have already lost their lives to the bad guys..." spatula.

'Huh.' It sounds like a ripe apple being cut in half.

'what.' At first I couldn't understand what it meant.

I was looking at the old man all the time.

Obviously the old man did not move.

didn't even move.

He just kept his old lips closed and silent.

where did the sound come from The weird things didn't stop there.

Originally, the swordsman was standing straight on the ground.

But isn't it that the ground is turning over more and more? The horizon is tilted.

Half the moon turned upside down and floated in the night sky like a ferry.

In the middle of the world, where the night sky was upside down and the moon of Sang-hyeon was tilted toward the moon of Ha-hyeon, there was only one old man hanging on the horizon.

“·················ogue.”

The old man's blue eyes watched me.

The eyes tied to the sky resembled starlight, and it seemed as if he could understand why the old man was called the swordsman.

And I realized.

'Ah.' The ground wasn't upside down.

My head was cut off, and it was falling upside down.

One blow.

'beautiful.' My eyes could not read the blow the old man wielded.

I couldn't read it, but I could see the world after the blow was cut.

Looking at it, I unintentionally thought it was beautiful.

After a while, I bumped into something.

My mind went blank.

deaf Nothing was heard.

It was only a little later I found out that my head had fallen to the ground and crashed.

By the time I found out...

my eyes didn't shine on anything anymore.

[You are dead.] What the hell kind of skill do you have.

How long does it take to get to that level of training? [The skill condition is achieved due to death.] I was caught up in a completely different emotion from when I was killed by the Flame Emperor...

completely opposite.

I felt betrayed by Yeomjae.

wanted revenge.

But it wasn't for the swordsman.

'I want to be like you.' it was just embarrassing 'I want to have that blow.' The emotion I felt before I knew the reality of Yeomje Yoo Soo-ha.

'I want one too!' Jealousy.

possessiveness.

east longitude.

Endless desires once again burned my heart.

And there was a voice that answered my fire.

[Hunter Markus Calenberry's skill is copied randomly.] Cards appeared in the darkened world.

[Forms skill cards.] All cards were shown face down.

Is it to hide which cards contain which skills? 'Still, the color of the card is clearer than when I was killed by the Emperor.' Maybe it was because he had already adapted to death.

4090 times.

As the swordsman proved with his [Kill Count Skill], I have already experienced thousands of deaths.

There is probably no hunter more accustomed to death than me.

'I'm not proud of it.' It was the moment I wanted to smile bitterly.

[Please select a skill card.] The cards that were floating in the air quickly began to fly.

'Wow!' The sudden rest surprised me too.

But I soon came to my senses and focused on the cards.

'I don't need anything else.

golden yellow! You must unconditionally draw a golden card.' It was fast.

It was almost impossible to chase after consciousness.

'Oh My God.' Even when you were killed by the Emperor, did you draw a golden card from among the cards that flew so quickly? I? How did you do that? It's a new thing, but I was incredibly lucky at the time.

'There's no way you won't get one more chance of luck here! Ego.

golden yellow.

Where are you, golden?' By the way.

Something was strange.

'OK?' No matter how closely I looked, I couldn't see it.

'I don't think there's a golden card...?' Among the cards fluttering in front of them, there were some shit-colored cards and some silver ones.

However, there were no golden cards.

I tried to focus a few times, thinking I might have misunderstood, but nothing was missing.

There is only one possibility.

'Stand, maybe?' I was astonished.

'Really...

isn't it?' from the beginning.

The swordsman did not have any S-class skills.

'It's crazy!' I felt like screaming.

'You're a hunter whose name is ranked number 1! He was a hunter who reigned like a legend until the plague appeared, but he doesn't have a single S-class skill!?' It was really hard to believe.

But it was true.

It was none other than what my skill clearly and unequivocally proved.

The swordsman, Marcus Callenberry, without S-class abilities, reigned supreme by himself.

Truly shock and horror.

'no.

no! No way!' In the face of shock and horror, my reaction...

was simply a denial of reality.

'There must be a Gaesagi skill among the silver cards!' Should I call this disgusting or stinky? Anyway, it was desperate.

With great earnestness, I stared at the cards.

'Three shit-colored cards.

Four silver cards.' All together, 7 cards were flying around.

'Ignore shit-colored cards completely.' It was a reasonable choice.

Now the question is which silver card to choose! Perhaps the [Kill Count Skill] is included.

And there will be unidentified fraud skills.

Of course, I didn't want a subtle skill like the kill count, but a technique that was as deceptive as the regression skill.

'A 1/4 chance!' In a word, gambling.

I had to choose the winner purely by luck.

'Please float!' I stretched out my hand.

'It's a request, so please float once more! Swordsman's morale skill!' And snatched the silver card.

[Selection complete.

Copy the skill.] [Reverts to 24 hours ago.] ㆍ ㆍ ㆍ ㆍ ㆍ ㆍ “-Heo Eok!”

I swallowed a groan and jumped to my feet.

side room.

I was welcomed by my own room, which was spacious with 2 pyeong and seemed to make even the heart of the people rich.

It had not been washed for a long time and the bedding had a musty smell.

Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to look around the single room.

“Did it float...

did it float!?”

I checked it right from the ability window.

To find out if I succeeded or failed at the 1/4 odds gamble! + Name: Gongja Kim Rank: F-class Skill (3/4) 1.

I want to be like you (S+): Passive 2.

Regressor's Clockwork (EX): Passive 3.

Sword Constellation (A+): Passive 4.

None + “Ah…”

I sighed.

There was a mixture of half and half of admiration and lamentation.

“It’s fortunate that I picked the A-Place-class skill...”

first admire.

Even though I didn't reach the S-class, I was relieved that I had chosen the best Hansoo.

Avoiding subtle techniques like the kill count skill was also lucky if you were lucky.

“… Another passive skill?”

and lament.

What I initially aimed for was combat skills.

or some rare martial art.

or swordsmanship.

Or a technique that awakens Aurors.

Most of those abilities are active skills.

In other words, I have failed to obtain the highest level of combat skills.

"Sigh." sighed.

“No, if you think about it, this is also a full-fledged fight…”

If countless end-hunters hear my current lament, they will go crazy.

Where did you get the A+ level skill, but you dare to fight? okay.

I decided to think good.

Let's focus on the skill in front of us first.

“Skill card open.”

slurp.

Cards that are visible only to the Hunter himself came to mind.

[I want to be like you (S+)] [Regressor's Clockwork (EX)] [Sword Constellation (A+)] Sword Constellation.

Just looking at the name, I had no idea what kind of skill it was.

"but.

Even if I want to be like you, my name is very strange.”

It was difficult to determine whether the skill was a bummer or a win based on the name alone.

Maybe it was a great skill, I didn't know.

It was the moment when he comforted himself and grabbed the silver card.

-Ah.

What's so noisy? A voice that could not be heard came from somewhere.

- Grandpa.

This master told me If you want to go out for training in the middle of the night, please go out quietly.

“·················ogue.”

-If you move, I'm supposed to just follow along.

Because I don't need to wake up.

Let's live by keeping each other's manners, please.

huh? slowly.

Slowly, I looked in the direction the voice came from.

A futon in a single room.

I was in a cramped place where I couldn't even lie down on my own...

Something hazy but definitely present.

It was lying like a bull with its back on me.

"excuse me." I got goosebumps.

"who are you?" -Huh? And my eyes met with something unidentified.

ghost.

Ghost.

Something that a living human could never see.

- Eh? The ghost had a harsh impression.

If he wasn't wearing clothes, he might have mistaken him for a gorilla.

A ghost with a shaky physique wrinkled even his eyebrows, boasting the appearance of a leading role in a horror movie.

-Hey.

who are you? “…I want to ask you.

who are you?" - Can you see me? I nodded my head tremblingly.

"Yes." - Can you hear me? “Ugh.

If we see that we are communicating now… maybe it’s because we think common-sense.”

What.

Am I talking to a ghost right now? If it was a normal ghost, I thought that it would wander around like a monster with the resentment of the past.

But this demon was different.

Except for the hazy body, he spoke like a human.

- Huh, is it weird? I can't do this.

The ghost tilted its head.

It seemed that I wasn't the only one who didn't understand the situation now.

- Where are you? It became narrow like a dog house.

Where is Grandpa Marcus gone and why is there a kid like you in front of me? Then, for the first time, words came out of the ghost's mouth that I could understand.

"Huh.

If it's Marcus...

Marcus Callenberry? Are you talking about swordsmanship?”

- Tsut.

Well, it's too much for a beginner like that to be called a swordsman.

The ghost clicked his tongue as if he didn't like something.

-Anyway, the inspiration to be called that way is correct.

where did you go It should be around here.

I was dumbfounded.

'Is the swordsman a beginner?' The hunter who currently ranks first.

As long as Yu Su-ha is destined to be murdered by me, he will probably reign on the top of the list for a long time to come.

What exactly is the ghost in front of you who calls such a giant a beginner? And why suddenly started seeing ghosts in my eyes.