SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Chapter 287: 50th Floor (1)

Chapter 287: 50th Floor (1)

1.

The Black Dragons ambitiously prepared first performance was a spectacular failure.

This cant be

The Crusader covered her face in despair.

Was it because they had practiced the Fire Painting Play too zealously over the past month? Each gesture, each movement was infused with theatricality, making the Crusaders current pose a piece of art titled Despair. It was like one of those artworks that doesnt sell for even a gold while the artist is alive but becomes wildly popular posthumously.

I wanted to do music again, but Is this my own folly?

The Crusader laughed hollowly.

At her feet lay letters discarded like autumn leaves.

Disappointed, worst ever, I dont know what sins my ears committed in a past life to deserve a performance like yesterdays a salad of curses and contempt lay there.

I shall retire. Death King, no, not as a musician. As a hunter. As a human being, I intend to retire from life

Wait.

Yes, the ignorant masses cant understand us.

The Black Dragon leader?

Humans are all trash. They dont remember what theyve done. Living like beasts, devouring their own past Hehe. Should we sacrifice for such beasts? Death King?

Her eyes dangerously sparkled.

Was Anastasia truly turning evil, or was she just exuding a final boss aura? Her laughter made me shiver; it was a sound reserved for true masterminds.

Death King! You are no longer my master!

The Heretic Questioner laughed.

No.

On closer inspection, it wasnt the Heretic Questioner, but a golden-haired Welsh Corgi with the Heretic Questioners hairstyle basically, a dog.

A dang-dang dog was relentlessly drooling on my pants.

I was born with the mission to guide lowly humanity! Woof! Now I understand why the gods of the universe whispered to me. I am the promised savior! Dont worry, woof! You will be specially confined in a private cell with three meals of premium jerky! woof!

What the hell.

No, literally a dog?

Hey, Death King.

What is it, Liao Fan?

Wait. Why are you holding my shiny sword and blushing?

Ah, this is embarrassing to say but

[Shiny declares it will speak.]

Shiny glittered brilliantly.

I really named my sword well.

[Shiny announces that it and Venomous Snake have decided to date.]

Pardon?

[Shiny sings. Seeing its previous master safe and its current master finding happiness, it too wants to find its own joy. In the process, it observed this melancholy warrior and decided it must be by his side.]

You too, huh? I guess the genre of a heroine embodied in a sword does have a long and storied history. Its a pity this isnt the supreme Japanese Katana, but thats just the everyday life I must endure.

Insane.

Venomous Snake was rambling on, and Shiny, acting like a teenager in love, was actually 10,000 years old and well, a sword.

I couldnt decide who was more of a bastard here.

Was it me for thinking this, or were they really not bastards at all? Could it be that the whole world is full of bastards, and Im the only one who isnt?

At least, isnt it quite certain that the Welsh Corgi Heretic Questioner, whos still enthusiastically wagging its tail and rubbing its cheek against the hem of my pants while barking Woof! Woof!, is indeed a real bastard?

Has my life come to this?

Damn it.

I turned my head away.

Bae Hu-ryeong was making a face as if hed just swallowed a mouthful of potato soup.

Hey! Hey! Even though Im doomed to see all sorts of things in death, why do I have to be part of your ridiculous dreams? Huh? Please wake up, you zombie! Seriously, wake up! Open your eyes!

Why?

Im enjoying the view.

If you dont like my dog dreams, give me something.

You devil Wait, sorry. My apologies. Zombie, no, Gong-ja. Master Gong-ja, I was wrong. So please, stop including me in your dog dreams! Stop it! Im not dancing to that tune! Dammit, just stop!

Alright.

Lets start the day with Bae Hu-ryeongs refreshing screams.

2.

Just wait until you reach the 50th floor. Oh man, just wait. I wont give you any advice and will just watch you fail! Youve become arrogant because of your luck with the Constellation Killer, but the 50th floor is brutally tough. Later, even if you come crying and cling to my robe, I wont give you a single piece of advice.

Ah, such a sore loser.

Look at your dreams! Youre always having such absurd dreams!

Ignoring Bae Hu-ryeongs complaints, I descended the stairs.

Oh, youre up, Gong-ja.

In the basement, the Crusader was seated.

She was fully armed in her armor, but her gauntlets were off as she fiddled with her smartphone.

Yes, good morning, Patricia.

Good timing.

The Crusader smiled, lifting her phone.

I was waiting for you to come down. Look at this. Its a hit.

What is it?

What else? The Fire Painting Play. The reactions to our last performance are starting to surface.

Oh

I suddenly remembered the dream I had today.

The illusion of the Crusader saying she would retire because the performance was a disaster crept into my mind, making me uneasy.

How are the reactions? Good?

I approached to look at the smartphone screen. As the Crusader swiped, headlines flashed by.

Great, indeed! The internet is going crazy. Can you believe it? Renowned directors are endlessly contacting me by email.

Really?

What a relief.

It seems my dream last night was really just a dog dream.

I read the headlines one by one, feeling relieved inside.

Fire Painting Play: A Dance Genre That Transcends Physical Limits.

Dancers, Directors, Musicians Unite!

German Master: This is Jazz in the Dance World.

Every Performance, a Unique Aura Spectacle.

Has the Tower Surpassed the Old World in Art?

The reactions were overwhelmingly positive.

A look of contentment spread across the Crusaders face.

We even got a special feature article. After all this time ignoring me when I did jazz, now they make a fuss. Bittersweet

Just then

Aaaaahhhhh!

A scream echoed from the other side of the basement.

The Crusader glanced briefly at the source of the sound, and I followed her gaze. There was a prison with iron bars.

But the scream soon stopped.

We nonchalantly turned back to our phones.

Wow, these reactions are pretty incredible. Whats this, Post? Times? Arent these very famous newspapers?

The fame is not just ordinary. Gong-ja, arent you too disconnected from the world? Not only Anastasia but also I stayed up all night checking the internet reactions.

Ive realized how vain that is Be careful. Getting hooked on others reactions is a kind of addiction, an addiction.

Hmm, I know But its hard to resist the attention when, as an artist rather than as the Deputy Chief of the Civil Militia, Im finally being recognized. Look at these comments and reviews, theyre like drugs to me

Now you have to get used to it. Famous director and producer. From now on, this will be your everyday life.

Ha-ha. Our Black Dragon Guild Leaders flattery skills are improving by leaps and bounds

Another scream echoed.

Aaaaahhhhh!

We ignored it and continued to exchange pleasantries. This time, however, the screams persisted longer than before.

Help me! Please save me!

Stop it! Aaahhh! Please, no more there

I confess everything! Please, dont leave me alone!

Do you know who I am!? Wait and see, once I get out of here

We blatantly ignored the cries.

After about five minutes, the screaming subsided. In the meantime, we greedily consumed our egos from anonymous journalists and critics online.

When our egos were about to burst from satisfaction, and when the Crusader and I were starting to realize how foolish it was to entrust our self-awareness to this tiny smartphone, clank.

The prison door in the basement opened.

Good morning

It was Anastasia coming out of the door.

Huh? Whats this? Gong-ja, youre here too?

Yes, good morning.

I waved my hand.

Any success?

Well just so-so, I guess. It feels like all the information that could come out has already emerged.

Anastasia yawned and staggered towards the pantry corner of the basement. She clumsily groped for a coffee filter.

Ah, just sit down. Ill make it for you.

Thanks

Anastasia looked visibly exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes, suggesting she had indeed stayed up all night. She gratefully accepted the chair I offered and sighed heavily.

This is why I like married men. They have consideration and manners ingrained in them.

Thats a biased statement, Anastasia. Not all married men are like that; its because Im who I am that such consideration is possible.

Ugh, what? Thats annoying

For example, I know your favorite coffee is hazelnut latte. You like it hot with an extra shot. So, Im making you a hazelnut latte instead of an Americano. Now, be moved.

Huh? Annoyingly angelic?

Anastasia sipped the coffee. Damn, its delicious she muttered reluctantly before speaking up.

You were right in your prediction.

I nodded.

There were indeed traitors.

Yeah. There were social groups within Black Dragon and Ten Thousand Temple.

Anastasia pulled out a worn notebook from her pocket.

Their official name is the Three Tower Society.

The Tower of Babel is a miracle from God, and humanity must respond to this miracle by purifying the tower, is the belief held by this secret society, aiming for purification.

And by purification, they mean?

Its a more refined term for terrorism. Crazy bunch. With two high-ranking officials and eleven regular guild members, the group might not seem large. But if we hadnt discovered them now, they would have grown much larger later.

Right.

I took the notebook from Anastasia and flipped through it.

The Tower is the second coming of the once-fallen Tower of Babel, a chance granted by God to reach the heavens once again

Abandon the tainted outside world and establish a new kingdom within the Tower, devote ourselves to making this place blessed

The current rulers of the Tower are corrupt, and driving out these false rulers is our sacred mission

Whispers of fanaticism.

The hastily scribbled words, read and reread several times by the notebooks owner, were smudged with fingerprints at the end of each sentence.

I see.

I swallowed hard.

In the world shown to me by the Tower Master, this secret society was responsible for the death of the Black Dragon Witch and the Heretic Questioner.

Maybe they started their activities around this time. Thinking of this possibility, I had secretly investigated, and

Its good we found them now.

A bad feeling always seems to be right. Dissatisfied with the current regime controlled by the Five Great Guilds, those who combined social interaction and fanaticism had been lurking within, like malignant tumors.

No! I cant take it anymore! Dont send me there! Dont leave me alone!

And now the fanatics were locked in the basement dungeon, screaming.

Anastasia grimaced slightly.

The Dream Demon race helped with the interrogation, making it easier. We didnt have to see blood In the past, heads would have rolled by now.

How terrifyingly do you make them dream?

Nothing special. Just dropped them into a white, endless plain, left them alone there for about 30 days in dream time.

Thats practically hell.

Looking beside me, even the Crusader was shuddering. Among our members, all adept at tormenting people, Anastasia was in a league of her own.

Anyway, thanks to you, weve cleaned house. Thank you.

Anastasia set down her coffee cup indifferently.

Id like to ask how you found out, but its not important. What matters is that weve eliminated a potential threat.

Exactly.

Good. Our leader.

Another scream echoed from beyond the iron door.

Anastasia linked her fingers and rested her chin on them, staring intently at me.

Weve dealt with the traitors and heretics. Everyones attention was on the Fire Play Painting, so no one noticed. Having taken care of the aftermath so perfectly, I wonder what our leader plans to do next?

Thud.

I closed the notebook.

Theres only one thing to do.

And then I declared.

Tomorrow. I will ascend to the 50th floor.