63. Untitled (2)
Dawn deep in darkness.
The alley of the street darker than that dawn. There was one container.
“Don’t come, f*ck! Don’t come!”
Screams rang out.
The body of a woman in a white suit was lying on the floor.
She dragged herself and used her arms to cling back behind her. But at least she was in a container.
“Aww, CBS. It makes people tired.”
The man with the bald head and the big head uttered a harsh voice.
“I heard you discouraged my cousin? Can’t work? Couldn’t have done it. He only studied properly, but he’s the type who can’t adapt to the real world.”
A stupid looking young man stood next to her man.
“This b*tch always nags me, hyung. Even if I try to live in the sunny Hunter Guild, this world persecutes me too much. It’s so dark…”
The young man pretended to cry for nothing.
“Monsters are no longer a threat to civilians. You have to have faith as a hunter… I will teach you a lesson from my dear boss. If you make a mistake with your mouth, you will regret it. Something like that.”
The young man opened the woman’s crotch to both sides. She continued to struggle, swinging her right leg, which was more or less intact.
“This, you f*cking bastard! You’re still hunting for it! You bastard!”
A faint rage appeared on the face of the young man who had not been able to smile.
“I was a hunter. But since you nag me so much, I haven’t decided to live in the shadows again from today. Starting with eating you.”
The young man took out a dagger from the pocket of the bridge dance and lightly cut the thigh of the woman’s left leg.
“Quaaagh!”
Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes.
Her man clicked her tongue.
“Bastard, finish it quickly and kill it. It’s an area where a lot of gates occur, so I don’t search well. You don’t know.”
“hehehe, yes. Brother.”
The moment the young man, who had turned his body and bowed to his man, was about to focus again on the prey in front of him.
Let’s go!
A diagonal golden line was drawn on the door of the container. And the iron door of the container is completely cut into two pieces.
The man and the young man turned and blankly stared at the man who had cut down the iron gate.
The battle suit worn all over the body was impressive. A helmet was worn on her head.
By judging from the curve of the battle suit, it was possible to infer that it was a woman.
A voice mixed with mechanical sounds came from the helmet.
“It’s a killing squad. Depending on the majority of circumstances, we inform this member that the authority of summary judgment has been invoked.”
“What…? Now, wait.”
The man’s hand moved quickly to the pistol at her waist, contrary to her stuttering words.
And the Slayer’s hand moved faster than that. The black light flashed.
A slash that appeared to be a simple line passed through the necks of the man and the young man.
A simple destructive sound echoed through the container. Both of them could see blood spraying from each other’s throats.
That was the end of my life.
***
After Cataclysm.
All kinds of organizations have been created in this world.
Primarily Hunter and Villain.
And a group that punishes villains.
There wasn’t just one group to punish the villains. Made up of personal grudges. And , A nationally recognized organization to punish villains.
The number of vigilantes was dwindling. Although they said they were punishing the villains, they were rooted in illegality. Of course, it was because it was an existence that could not receive social protection.
.
Members of the Killing Squad commonly wear masks. Most of them wore helmets connected by a suit and an extension line.
The reason was, of course, to cover the face.
A female swordsman with a voluptuous body wearing a red suit that clung to the sky slowly took off her black helmet. Her red hair was exposed. On her cheek under her right eye, there was a scar in the shape of a single knife cut.
“You worked hard, Captain.”
The woman with red hair, who was called the leader, sat in her chair without saying a word.
The man with all-white hair wearing horn-rimmed glasses picked up a stack of papers and began reading them page by page.
“Today’s total number of villains subdued and killed is 10. Including the black cow that the captain just dealt with.”
The captain nodded her head and placed her tobacco in her mouth. The man hurriedly took out a lighter from the inside pocket of her suit and lit her cigarette.
Chick!
A white smoke clouded the air.
“They’re all small fish.”
The leader’s dry low voice rang coldly through the room.
“What was the name of that kid who dealt with the last two villains?”
“I am a 1st year cadet at Iroas Academy, Dojin Lee.”
“Yes, Dojin Lee. He has killed more than our 3rd-class guys. Villains. First-year cadets.”
I burst out laughing.
The man was a little startled. It was because it was extremely rare for the leader to have this much interest in an outsider.
“Are you going to scout?”
“I don’t know.”
Once again, thick smoke erupted from the captain’s mouth.
“Would you agree to be scouted? A kid with a bright future.”
After hearing her captain’s words, her man held out two pieces of her paper to her.
“There were quite a few cadets around that cadet who could be tempted by the Slayer’s offer.”
The leader looked through the paper carefully.
“Baek Hwa-yeon, Yeon Si-mun.”
When Baek Hwa-yeon was a child, she was involved in an affair involving a group of villains and an orphanage.
Yeon Si-mun lost the death penalty at the hands of the .
After looking through the documents of the two men, the leader pushed her man again as if he hadn’t thought about it.
“The Red Church or the New Human Society suffered quite a bit of damage. They’ll be aiming for the bastard’s neck. We’ll have to contact him once anyway. Just to give him a warning.”
As if the man agreed with the leader’s words, he nodded her head.
“I guess so.”
The captain shoved the Dapin cigarette butt back into the pack.
“It was a mast.”
Dark circles gazed at the black sky with dark eyes.
***
Lee Do-jin was in the world of Mistiltein.
“It’s a non-music festival from tomorrow.”
A girl with white hair and green eyes, Mistiltein, stared at Lee Do-jin.
Standing with her eyes wide open.
“A non-music?”
Lee Do-jin explained about the non-muje. Mistiltein’s face grew worried.
“Be careful not to get hurt.”
King Hwangbo Se-ryeong laughed as he listened to her explanation on the title of non-mujeon. Her hair was still long, with a lion’s mane. She asked one day if she would like Mistil Tane to give her hair a try. She said, ‘It’s not like she’s got a boy to look good on.’ ‘ She raised the corner of her mouth, she told Lee Do-jin.
Lee Do-jin was not offended by the anecdote told by Miss Tiltain. She just laughed a lot.
Hwangbo Se-ryeong drank a glass of her drink and opened her mouth.
“It’s hurt. Will he hurt? The kids he’s dealing with will get hurt.”
Hwang Bo Se-ryeong, who had been saying that while looking at Mistiltein, stared at Lee Do-jin.
“Be really careful. If you move, the opponent’s kid in front of you will become a corpse.”
After hearing from Lee Do-jin about the level of her other classmates outside of her, Hwangbo Se-ryeong spoke in a sincere tone. Dojin Lee smiled bitterly.
“It should be.”
There will be numerous instructors around the space where the battle takes place. In order to intervene and stop the military operation by force. And many healers with divine powers will be herpes. Numerous medical devices and top-notch drugs will be prepared. It must have been a thoroughly prepared environment, but there was nothing wrong with being careful.
The current world of hunters in Korea resembled the world of Moorim that I heard from Dan Chun-wu or Hwang Bo-se-ryeong. That’s why such a ‘non-mujee’ is allowed.
Death in the immortal virtual world does not alert prospective hunters. With the cool blade of reality. Only when you feel real pain can you say that you have stepped into the world of hunters. Because this is the significance of the test that ‘Non-Muje’ is pushing, it is being accepted in society.
From Lee Do-jin’s point of view, the world of unmanned people and the world of hunters were not very different.
“I’m going to win. At least all the first year cadets.”
Lee Do-jin put his hand on Mistiltein’s pure white shoulder. Mistil Thein’s warm body felt in the palm of her hand.
“After that, I should confidently tell the president of the academy. Give me a branch from the World Tree.”
Hwang Bo Se-ryeong was squeamish.
“In Murim, those who talk like that don’t end well.”
Mistil Thein turned her head to look at Hwangbo Se-ryeong.
“Sister! Don’t say that.”
Hwang Bo Seryeong gazed at Mistiltein with a warm gaze, as if looking at a cute animal.
“Yes, yes. I apologize.”
Mistiltane stared at Lee Do-jin again. And she smiled.
“Okay. Master gets the branch of the World Tree. If I digest it properly, then there will definitely be benefits. Both for the master and for me.”
“Yes.”
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At that time, could you feel the body temperature you just felt in real life?
Lee Do-jin did not say those words outwardly. If it was impossible in the end, she would be left with too bitter words to Mistil Thein.
“I’ll win and come back.”
“I’ll wait.”
And then came Tuesday.
It was the first day of the final non-music festival.