SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

reader's mind.

(2) ===================== It is creepy.

Your sensitivity is 95.

And what happens to people when they reach 95.

“Light! Until I saw you, I was just a blind servant!”

The librarian exclaimed, squeezing my feet.

“I was deaf until I heard your words and lines!”

As I tried to scrape my little toenails off with a nail clipper, the librarian's eyes lit up.

“You are my light! You are my music!”

His eyes were terrifying.

“Your name is Confucius, so I will gladly convert to Confucianism! I will become a scholar just for you! Oh, you are an irresponsible scoundrel! This director is a Confucian scholar who has been serving Confucius from today onwards!”

"Hey.

What kind of dog-like scholar in the world is aiming for human claws? I wanted to ask that question, but when I looked into the eyes of the library chief, I realized.

“If you keep doing this, you will not enter the apocalypse from now on!”

"......." Pause.

The librarian stopped holding the sole of my foot.

The creepy thing is that even when the motion stopped, the squeaking gestures of my feet were still there.

Are you crazy? He pondered like a scholar who was drowning in trouble.

Still, it was a moment of reassurance that my words worked.

“But that is impossible when analyzing the character of Confucius.”

Character analysis? "Because Confucius knows.

There will be other apocalyptic characters who wither like the heavenly devil.

If that's the case, then Confucius's personality would be unbearable without helping them." The head of the library smiled, "Don't look down on Gongdeokhu.

This director knows Confucius more closely than Confucius! I wonder what kind of hand Confucius used, his left hand or his right hand, when he ate Byeokgokdan on the first day of the Cheonma Sillok.

I can describe what kind of expression he made in two pages…”

"Now, Confucius, please pass it on to the headmaster! The fact that he hasn't put Confucius to sleep by using incense for sleeping is surprisingly conscientious." “I am amazed by your conscience.”

"Confucius will not understand.

Because he has never been a virtue for anyone.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, how miserable is a life that you have never experienced before.

How cold is such a human heart.

How cold is such a human heart? I need to understand you..." "Get out of here before I say [I hate you]." drop.

This time, the librarian really stopped.

“Get five steps away from me.

Otherwise, it really speaks.”

"......." The library chief quietly retreated.

“As usual, write haoche.

It's creepy.

to be honest.

And please give me back my hair and nails.”

“No! My wife, you are speaking unjustly!”

The old way of speaking is back.

The librarian wept as he hugged the silk pockets tightly.

“I would rather cut off the head of the main seat and take it! no.

Wait, wait.

Confucius.

It was just some kind of hyperbole.

Please don't put on a look on your face that you're really worried about whether or not you should cut off the head...

.

I'm seriously hurt...

… ' murmured the librarian like a dead hamster.

In the end, he succeeded in calming the librarian.

After burning the silk sack of unpleasant things (a terrifying scream was heard), the librarian and I barely had a story to tell.

Started sharing, “That was great.”

First, the head of the library reviewed the newly completed [Cheonma sillok]: “Your heart for the heavenly demons was really young! It didn't stop! The final battle of majesty....

The best secret...

Uh-huh, this place feels like I've tasted sweet chocolate ice cream shaved ice." “Now then, is the strongman of [Cheonma Sillok] transferred to the 22nd floor?”

“That’s right.”

The head of the library smiled brightly, "Other hunters can freely enter and exit the 22nd floor.

It is possible to learn skills by looking at the martial arts books stored in the Cheonmu-gwan.

All of these are your merits.

Confucius." "......." I pointed my chin.

"There is something I have been curious about while in the apocalypse.

I want to ask the director..." "Ask anything! I'll answer almost anything!" "Stop trying to take off my shoes casually.

Why is [Cheonma Sillok] the apocalypse?" The head of the library tilted his head, and my question seemed unfamiliar to him: "Why? Uhm.

[Cheonma sillok] is an apocalypse, do you need a separate reason?" “I think.”

I put my shoes back on, "Does the director like a happy ending or a bad ending?" “Neither is superior or inferior.”

The head of the library immediately replied, "The ending is the port where the lives of the characters reach the end.

Life can be happy or it can be difficult! I want to be as happy as possible.

Except for the reader's heart, this book embraces their sorrows and failures.

I want to.”

“Even a bad ending means it’s a decent ending.”

“Um, that’s natural.”

“So I have more questions.”

He grabbed the librarian’s wrist as he was about to come back behind me and took the scissors.

The librarian ran and tried to take the scissors, but the key didn’t reach him.

.”

"Master, together with Master Moorim, did his best until the end.

He worked hard.

Even if Master Moorim died first and Master realized his heart, that is the conclusion Master reached." I looked into the eyes of the librarian and said, "Why is [Cheonma Sillok] included in the apocalypse? Director, the death of Maengju Moorim and Master's voluntarily voluntarily is not treated as a conclusion?" In fact, this question itself has been heard since I saw the fairy tale 'Me and our scapegoat.' Regardless of whether I could admit it or not, it literally looked like a world that had come to an end according to the law.

The constellation was silent.

In the air, only the breaths exhaled by the fainted Hunters flowed silently.

Seek, Siik….

As the hunters’ hearts rise and fall, the library head was expressionless.

“For some reason, I wanted to see a happy ending.

“If you don’t like the ending, the director can fix it himself.”

"......." "The director is strong.

To a hunter like me, he is omnipotent and omnipotent.

But instead of fixing the apocalypse himself, he dispatched us." In other words, this constellation is the 'reader'.

A reader who hates to intervene in the story and only accepts the story.

He never wants to rise to the position of a 'writer'.

He refuses even if he can ascend.

A reader who never intervenes himself.

He said, “[Chief of the library in the corner of the room].”

“Shall I do a character analysis too? There is no way that such a thorough person would classify it as an apocalypse simply because it ended strangely.

There must be some other reason.”

“…well, it’s not easy to pass.”

The librarian smiled bitterly, “Follow me.”

The head of the library took my hand.

With the other hand he picked up the book.

The title of the book was “Cheonma Sillok (天魔實錄).

I will tell you the truth of the apocalypse.”

The constellation opened the book, and light fell on my field of vision 3.

When we woke up, we were in a snowy world, but we didn't have to walk through the snowy fields.

It fluttered its sleeves like wild goose wings and flew through the winter skies.

"If the zombie virus was a contagious disease that originated in [Cheonma Sillok], if it really was.

As you said, this place would never have become an apocalypse." Crossed the snowy mountain, “That means…”

“The zombie virus is not a spontaneous disease here.

It's a disease that was thoroughly transmitted from the outside world.

It is as if a new continent has been invaded by external forces.”

Sigh.

The librarian let out a white breath.

“Hey, I can see it.”

It was a high mountain peak.

The spiritual peak of this world.

At the top of the mountain that reached the ceiling of the sky, there was something huge.

[Glitter senses an ominous energy.] The holy sword wrapped around his waist trembled.

Noticing that, the librarian said: "Ohh.

I can feel your sword too.

It's not strange.

The sword you have was originally a perfect constellation.

A person quickly recognizes someone in a similar situation to himself.”

“If you are in a similar situation… .”

“Confucius.

Have you ever seen the constellations fall down?”

Tacheon.

The Demon King of Autumn Rain.

crotch.

“Yes, there is.”

“Then, have you ever seen a corpse left behind by the constellation when it died?”

"......." "I don't think so." The librarian smiled sadly.

“It’s a pretty rare sight, so take this opportunity to pay attention.”

It was a dragon.

It was a dragon's body.

There was a dead dragon on the top of the mountain.

The leather, which was once as smooth as silk, burned black.

The horns on the dragon's head rattled like coal.

Yeouiju, broken into two pieces, was buried in the snow.

and.

[The twinkle detects the presence of the sisters.] A sword was lodged in the center of her chest.

[They say that the twinkling sword is the Sword of Compassion, the second sister sword of the Guardian Holy Sword!] Black turbidity flowed from the sword.

If we look at the character, we can say that it is an auror.

But it wasn't an ordinary auror.

It was something similar to the one that was wearing the Demon King of Autumn Rain, no, it was more cloudy than that.

The fluttering table flag enveloped the dragon and covered the tops of the snowy mountains.

When white snow fell on the mountain peaks, Takki immediately became infected and turned black.

-sick… … .

black eyes.

-Cylindrical......

A moan leaked from the eyes of the black dragon (黑II) whose light had disappeared.

-sick.

I'm sick...

… .

- It's painful.

- Cylindrical smart.

be bitter sick… … .

I was at a loss for words for a moment.

“… Didn't you say he's dead? That one is still alive.”

“He is already dead.

What you see and hear there is nothing more than the resentment of the corpse.

When the level of existence reaches the constellation, even if you die, you cannot die gracefully.”

The two of us landed on the snow peak.

The black dragon was groaning endlessly nearby.

The end of a certain constellation, the library director looked at it with sad eyes.

“The epidemic that you and your party called the zombie virus.

Its reality is a curse.”

"curse… … “Um.

The curse that Hwangryong, who resides in [Great Lakes], the constellation of Kangho Moorim, died and left behind.

A grudge that could not die even if he dies.

Even though he has already died, only a body remains and a corpse that has to endure pain.

When they were infected, powerful people became strong people.”

I looked up at the corpse of the dragon.

-It hurts...

The host of the plague.

The epicenter of the curse.

The disease that destroyed this world started from that corpse.

In the end, Master died because of the dragon's curse.

“…if the constellation didn’t pierce his chest, someone killed him.”

“Common sense, I guess.”

“Who is the culprit?”

“You have already guessed the real culprit.”

I grinded my teeth far away, "Lephanta Aigim." "exactly." The head of the library nodded, "My name is Salcheonseong (殺天星), a person who crosses the boundaries of the world and kills constellations." A constellation symbolizes a representative of that world, and the twinkling said, "And a world without a constellation is like a castle that has lost its barriers.

The possibility of such a sudden destruction increases." Apocalypse: A world in which the representative has died and all its inhabitants have disappeared.

"Why is he killing all the intact constellations? If the Ai-Kim Empire was founded, he would quietly serve as the emperor in his own country, why are you ruining the world? .”

“I don’t think the main office can answer that.”

The head of the library looked at me attentively, and said, "This book is only one reader.

You said that you were omnipotent and omnipotent, but it's not true.

I can, but I won't intervene." The librarian, who said self-help, suddenly pointed at me and said, “But you are different.”

The main sword around my waist: "You who can intervene, also intervene.

Whether you like it or not, you are fixing the things that someone broke one by one." “Once is a coincidence.

Twice is a coincidence.

The third is inevitable.

You saved the empire that the Shulcheonseong abandoned, you took the constellation split by Shulcheonseong, and now you are destroyed by the Shattered Heavens.

You have reached the world.”

The librarian said, "The means that killed [Hwanglong staying in the Great Lake] are vicious and cruel.

An ordinary person cannot even touch that sword.

But you can.

Confucius.

I have fulfilled the necessity of .”

I looked at the black dragon's corpse again, muttering in my mind, 'Sparkle.' The holy sword trembled slightly.

[Glitter says.

You can pull yourself out and touch the sister sword.] 'Okay.' 87.