SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

the scent of the eyes.

(3) ================= 5.

Master did not have surgery right away.

"I'm sorry.

I need to rest for a little while...”

The treatment of Moorim Maengju had just ended.

Both the pharmacist and the drug lord were exhausted from performing the operation.

The pharmacist collapsed and fell asleep, and the drug king went into the hot spring and opened his mouth without saying a word.

"············".

Master frowned and looked down at Moorim Mengju.

“Nude.

He said he had lost the danjeon, so he came to see it.”

“The first visitor to the hospital is amazing.

Come on, enjoy the color of your eyes.”

“How do you feel?”

Moorim Maengju lay down on the mat and giggled.

"You have a deep disease.

What is the fable of a guy who couldn't even metamorphose his bones..." Maengju Moorim smiled.

"···okay." Master sighed.

"I've just poured out a year's worth of work and came here wielding a sword without a hitch.

It was the last time I played with inner work in my life." “Hey!”

Maengju Moorim's eyes lit up.

"It must have been a spectacular view.

It's only been that I wasn't able to see it while lying in a hospital bed.

So? What was the truth?" "I tried to cut down the winter, but I couldn't cut it.

Life and death are far away." "Hey, it's a waste.

Well, cheer up.

Isn't the name of the world unheard of? If it's as easy as it sounds, Kang-ho's history has already been turned upside down six times." Moorim Maengju chuckled.

Looking down at the old man's smile, Master opened his lips.

“No regrets at all.”

Moorim Maengju cut it off, saying, "The world has been ruined like this, but Giyeon survived for 3 years.

It's Kiyeon that the lawmakers besides Sae et al treated him.

Giyeon brought in disciples at the end of the day, and the legacy of Moorim, who was thought to be broken, continued.

Giyeon is also a miracle! When Giyeon overlaps, it's a miracle.

I'm just thankful for the miracle." "·········" "Hmm.

The only thing I regret is that I couldn't make a final battle with you Madou.

Well, there is no such thing as a perfect life.

Our students will take care of it and finish it well." “Yes, I will.”

Master gave a small smile.

It was a lonely smile, but Master's eyes that looked back at me had a strong belief: "If this is the end of your life on the podium, don't accept it." It wasn't a face of acceptance.

It was more like accepting it willingly.

No matter how sweet the candy is, it has to be melted and swallowed several times.

Maybe Master is chewing on the end of life that has come to him.

"Ummm." I shook my head.

I nodded, "Master, I'll go somewhere for a while." “Uhm? Are you saying that you have a place to go in the world now?”

"Think about the disciple coming to get some air.

Don't worry." "...don't worry, I'm more concerned for nothing." Master quietly lowered his eyebrows, "Aren't you trying to immerse yourself in something very dangerous?" “I will definitely come back by the time Master’s operation is over.”

I took the initiative.

My hand movements are still awkward, but I am confident that I have enough of my heart.

"Receive the procedure in peace.

Master.

When you open your eyes again, a Buddhist disciple will be waiting for you." Master accepted his conclusion.

It's time for me to give you back your life.

6.

I left the cave and crossed the snowy field.

As I crossed the snowfield, I remembered what this world was like before it was destroyed.

Moorim.

Were there any bushes there? river lake.

Did water flow there? “Lord.”

across the snowy field.

“You have executed your command.”

In the middle of a field of snow, where the trees would one day become overgrown and the river flowed, the angler was kneeling on one knee.

“Did you all come?”

"Yes," said the ogre, bowing his head.

A few white snow flakes were strewn on her hair.

A few snowflakes attested to how long she had been prostrated.

"As my lord has commanded." There is something I commanded the ogre the other day: “There will be no public warriors in the vicinity.”

“Find them.”

“Find the demons in black uniforms.

Find the scoundrels in white uniforms.”

Over the past three years, many river poems have been 'disappeared.' The bodies of Moorim were blown away by the snowstorm and swept away in a blizzard.

Gangsi, 478.

A total of 917 missing persons.”

Not only that, but "The mage's magistrates, 560 who were gathered in the vicinity without disappearing.

Also, 521 of the Baekdo gangs gathered in the vicinity.

A total of 1998.

All of them." The angler bowed his head a little more, over her slender shoulder.

Gangsi were lined up in the snowy field.

My skeleton corps grabbed them from both sides.

It was morning.

Kangsi, weak in sunlight, couldn't move, but even if the sun was covered by clouds, the formation wouldn't collapse in one shot.

"Okay.

Well done." I nodded, “From now on, bring the Gangsi to me one by one.”

“Yes, I take orders.”

Skeleton dragged the corpse.

When the corpse reached in front of me, I was already holding out my holy sword.

The winter was cold, but my blade that slipped in the winter air would be colder.

The wind blew from somewhere.

As it rained and pooled in a lake, the wind blew and blew into the valley.

As it pooled in the valley, the wind of the world resembled a human voice.

·Varaya······ far away.

The wind chanted a sutra.

When it fell, the sound all resembled human voices.

I overheard the sound of the wind rolling down and swung my sword ·····Agabaraya····· Ido Yangdan (一刀兩斷).

Gangshi's head was split.

“Uh-huh,”

he cut and cut dead things.

"Next!'' "Yes!" The skeleton quickly brought the next corpse.

The Maw orchestrated the Legion of Bones.

When I got on the rhythm, the angler quickly colonized the corpses, and when I felt tired, I slowed it down a bit.

“Faster! I will destroy them all before sunset today!”

“Yes, my lord!”

Like the wind, our execution was carried out.

A total of 1998 bodies.

No matter how immovable and not rebellious, it was not easy to cut through with a single knife.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa…!”

I've been thinking about it all this time.

'How can I get to the perfect ending?' What kind of ending will make Master completely satisfied? 'How can a person's life be complete?' Without a single point of lies, I wanted it.

So I was able to draw a conclusion.

'It is not enough for me to enter as a disciple.' It's a bad ending for Master to go crazy.

Definitely a bad ending.

But does that mean that my [Introduction to Disciples] is really a happy ending? Literally, will Master be happy and content with this ending? 'no.' Normal Ending.

[Introduction to Disciples] is by no means a complete ending.

It barely satisfies the criteria for the ending.

Even if I declare that this is over, the constellation library chief will probably accept it, and the 22nd floor will be cleared as it is...

“Ugh! Whoops...!”

I can never be satisfied.

“Lord, give me a little more strength! Now there is only half left!”

[ Glitter supports the hero's struggle with all his might! ] The sunset has already set.

The sky was dyed red, and the snowfield was dyed purple.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…! Whoa...!”

I don't know how long it took.

seven hours? eight hours? That must have passed Anyway, he swung his sword non-stop.

My clothes were soaked with sweat and flesh.

“The last ten are coming! Lord!”

10 people.

looked in front of me Indeed, there were only 5 people left in each of Mage and Baekdo.

I gripped the hilt tightly while panting.

A little more.

“Five!”

little bit more.

"Last! He really is the last one!”

He crushed the head of a magician in a black uniform.

Kangshi's frozen brain shattered like ice.

Right after I cut the 1998 river poem, I lost strength in my knees and collapsed in the snow.

“Heh heh, heh heh...! Hook, whoops…”

“You have worked hard, my lord! You must have worked hard!”

The angler was delighted with the momentum to jump around.

It's all about each other who have been struggling for over half a day.

He has always been a blunt angler since he was taken in my shadow.

It was the first time I'd seen him so happy to be honest.

"Why.

What makes you so happy?”

I took a breath and asked.

Then the angler realized that his expression had loosened for a moment, and quickly returned to his blunt face.

“.

I haven't met the master's master in person.

I am sure you will be delighted.

It’s not just about rejoicing… Really, a lot.”

"Yeah." I smiled as I stretched out in the snow.

“I hope you enjoy it a lot.”

A treatment has been developed.

Recognized as the master's disciple.

Finally, the permission of the mastermind was obtained.

The road to get here has never been easy.

Finally--- I am ready to see the ending of this world.

7.

A week has passed.

“Hmm.

It is very empty now that the danjeon is gone.”

For a week, Master recuperated with Moorim Maengju.

Fortunately, there was no need to find a separate sanatorium.

This cave with an open-air bath was the best vacation spot.

“Even in the fortune-telling breakfast, the interior does not accumulate enough to be narrow.

Since I don't have the inner strength, I get nervous.

Uh huh, this is the feeling of the poor who can't perform martial arts...

.”

“I am more comfortable now.

To be honest, I didn't feel like I was living all this time! You have to shut off the cervical vertebrae all day long, and you have to move your heart.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.”

Moorim Maengju soaked himself in the hot spring and sighed.

“I can breathe without thinking, so I feel like I’m living a bit now! This is all thanks to the children besides Sae.”

“Wow, you did a great job…”

The pharmacist finished the Master's examination with a shudder.

“Today’s treatment is over.

Both of you are fine.

It's good to see that this is complete.

Don't be, if you get bitten by the gangsters again, you won't be infected again..." “Thank you.”

Master raised his hand and stroked the pharmacist's head.

shiver.

The pharmacist shrugged his shoulders for a moment.

“That old woman and her mother have given you the silver of life.

It’s not easy to help someone you don’t know.”

“Oh, no….

It was a natural thing to do…”

“It’s amazing to take something that’s taken for granted.

It is even more amazing if you take what you take for granted.

ah must He is great at such a young age.”

“Eh.

So, no, that’s…”

The pharmacist couldn't move and was stroked by the master.

Although he was very shy, he didn't seem to hate it.

It made me happy to see them like sisters who are really close.

"Well." But you can't just stay happy.

"President.

So, is it okay for both of you to move now?”

"Ah.

yes yes! I didn't know about it, so I took the treatment period a bit longer.

There is no harm in moving your body and exercising.”

OK.

“Master.

lord lord.

Go for a walk with me.”

"walk?" Master tilted his head.

“I’m very happy to be hanging out with my student, but… Why did you want to go with your old man? Confucius.

Even a pleasant promenade turns into a dirt road if you go with that old water.”

“Oh my gosh.

If it's a walk with an old Madu and a young Madu, then I'm not the best.

Have a good trip with stupid priests.”

The reaction came as expected.

"no." I shook my head quietly.

“The two of you must come.”

“Hmm…?”

Master and Moorim Maengju met their gazes.

He seemed to notice that I wasn't suggesting an ordinary walk.

The two of them didn't know what it was, but they looked like they were having fun.

"okay.

My disciple must have a plan.

It's not my intention to walk with an old man, but I'm willing to be deceived by my insensitive disciple." "What.

It would be boring if it was made up by young Madu.

I don’t expect anything.”

We went out of the cave.

It was cold.

Just like the first day that fell on [Cheonma Sillok], today was also winter.

The difference from that day is that neither Master nor Moorim Mengju can use his inner skills.

that it cannot be used forever.

I grabbed Master's hand with my right hand.

With his left hand, he held the hand of the Moorim Maengju.

That way, I was able to use the auror to convey warmth.

“Master.”

"okay." “Lord.”

"OK." “You two said it.

My only regret was that I couldn't finish the Battle of Jeongma.

It's unfortunate, but that's a problem that we, who have become disciples, have to solve next time..." The two crossed the cold winter road, leaning on my warmth.

“But I think differently.”

Is it strange to go out after a week? Or are they still unfamiliar with their bodies, which have to walk without inner strength? The steps of Master and Moorim Maengju were a little clumsy.

“Jeongma Daejeon is the ritual of two people.

Even if I and Chunmu Moonju fight, it's just an ordinary secret dance, and it's never going to be a battle.

Only the two of you, Bimu, can be a true magic warfare.

There are two people who have been able to protect the sect and the sect so far.”

“My disciple…?”

"thank you." We arrived at the snowfield.

“Thank you for not giving up for three years.”

A place where corpses once spread out like a forest.

Forest of Inyeong (人影).

Now this place was nothing more than a field of snow that had been cleaned with no corpse.

“Thank you for coming and gathering the Gangsi every morning.

If the two of them had given up, if they had treated Kangxi as a mere corpse and left them missing, they would never have been able to get them back.”

the life you lost.

The scenery you should enjoy.

I slowly opened my mouth to return it.

“Hundred return reincarnation.”

My shadow spread across the snowfield.

[Activate the skill.] Snowman-like figures soared one, two, from the shadows.

Some shadows wore black uniforms.

Some shadows flapped their white sleeves.

They slowly took human form, looking down at their hands in amazement.

“Son, what the hell is this… … “But none of them would have been as surprised as Master and Moorim Maengju.

“You can think of it as a dream.

It is the aftermath of losing Danjeon, so I don’t mind passing it on.

It’s okay to think that we can make the same thing.”

“Master.

Master.”

Hundred Reincarnation has been completed.

“The World of Magic is not over yet.”

Elite members of the Magyo, 1,000.

“Still, the radish has not forgotten the radish, and the radish has not lost its radish.”

The elite warriors of the faction, 1,000 people.

“The fortunes of magic do not end with mere gangsters, and the faction moorim is not eaten by corpses.”

The true true magic war, that is the hope of the two people: “If the magic religion disappears from the world, it will only be by the blade of the faction, and if the faction must be destroyed, it must only be because of the magician’s fingertips.”

“……”

“I pray to the lord of magic and pray to the lord of Moorim.”

I smiled.

and raised the supremacy.

“Compete over who is the last owner of the river.”81.