Hoarding in Hell Novel

A cool wind blew past.

Hyunmoo looked at Seo Ji-hoo with a smile.

"You know what I mean?"

"Yes."

It was not a story worth telling in broad daylight.

It's a story that can only be told in the middle of the night, on the hillside of a private estate where there are few people.

Without a moment's notice, Hyunmoo's hand was holding a black dagger. The black blade engulfed even the moonlight.

It wasn't long ago that Hyunmoo offered Seo Ji-hoo to become a family member.

Since Seo Ji-hoo's growth rate is so slow, Hyunmoo suggested it as if complaining.

Serge Hu was interested in her words that she would level up easily and quickly, but she withheld her answer when she said that she must die once.

Of course, no one would take such a prerequisite seriously.

But Seo Ji-hoo came here today.

"Are you okay? Being a member of my family doesn't mean you only die once."

"Didn't you say that you will come back to life anyway. Just like Mr. Hwiso Park."

Seo Ji-hoo already knew about Park Hwi-so while performing Hyunmoo's chores.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Hyunmoo was already half-preparing to bring Seo Ji-hoo into her family.

However, it was questionable whether Seo Ji-hoo really knew the meaning.

"It's just the signup process. It means that you entrust your life, your beliefs, and your free will to me. Basically, you can do whatever you want, but if I need you, I'll make you use it all for me from the bottom of your head to the top of your head. Forever. "

"You are guaranteed a job for the rest of your life. There is nothing else to say."

Hyunmoo smiled exasperatedly.

"If you just say one word of dissatisfaction to me, I'll raise my salary and shut it down."

"thank you."

He said he would voluntarily die, but there is no reason for Hyunmoo to stop him.

Hyunmoo slowly raised the tip of his sword.

Seo Ji-hoo looked at his dagger with a nervous expression. will you poke? or bell?

It was the first time she had ever seen her die, so she had no idea how it would feel. The knowledge that when a person dies, he shows an ugly appearance came to mind. She did well to come empty-handed.

Hyunmoo's mouth snapped open.

The next time she opened her eyes, Seo Ji-hoo realized that she was lying there.

It was still night.

She saw that the moon had not moved much, so it seemed that little time had passed.

Hyunmoo was squatting and looking down at him.

"Seo Ji-hoo."

“Uh… are you done?”

"okay."

"It's a little blander than I thought. I didn't expect to be sprayed with chicken blood, soaked in a bathtub full of blood, or danced while burning sacrifices to the moon, but..."

"Yeah? I hate trifles, but they say that having a plausible consciousness increases a sense of belonging. Then think about it."Seo Ji-hoo stood up and stood up.

He didn't expect anything flashy, but he had no idea it was going to be over in five minutes as it was littered with leaves in the mountains. But at the same time, it felt creepy.

She herself didn't feel Hyunmoo doing anything. But in the meantime, life was cut off.

Although she is of low level, if she is also Lee Ji-kyung, who is her ability, what about ordinary people?

“How do you feel something has changed?”

At Hyunmoo's words, Seo Ji-hoo looked at her condition. She had a feeling that something had changed. She was much lighter and full of energy.

"You're low level, so the increase will be a little bit."

After Surge, she checked her own level.

She's level 24. She's level 17 in Taebaek Dungeon, considering that she's level 2 increased.

She had an absurd rise. Hyunmoo also confirmed that.

She said, 'After all, if you call your name as you think, the increase will increase.'

Normal mosquitoes and goblins, etc., just because they take it as a household, the level does not go up significantly.

However, the case of Hwi-so Park, Kirson, and Seo Ji-hoo were different. It seemed that it could be classified as a so-called 'named' type.

Those who belong to themselves and receive more power.

Moreover, as his level rises, his family also rises at the same time, how disgraceful it is.

“Since the level has risen, you will be able to move more actively besides hiding.

"I think a little more variety of strategies is possible. Hmm, I'll have to go home and check with Robespierre."

"What else is that..."

"This is the name of my hamster."

I hope you don't give your hamster a name like that.

Or maybe it's a perverted taste that deprives liberals of their free will and gets pleasure from doing various things?

Hyunmoo grabbed Seo Ji-hoo's left hand and lifted it up.

On the palm of his hand was a shorter, but identically engraved pattern resembling the one on his left hand.

Hyunmoo placed a book on the palm of his hand.

"What is this?"

“Ah, this is a magic book.”

Seo Ji-hoo opened the book with a questionable expression on Hyunmoo's tone. For a moment, his eyes became hazy, but he soon regained focus and began to read.

It was a spell book she had stolen from Kazat.

Hyunmoo also became able to read by mastering Magic Understanding, but there wasn't much to use in Difficulty: Hell.

However, it is different in Difficulty: Easy.

As Kazat showed overwhelming power in the 4-star dungeon, if Serge Hu could use this properly, he thought he could show the value of three or four teams.

"Read it, and master it completely until we meet again next time."

Only when Hyunmoo's mouth was opened did Seo Ji-hoo barely take his eyes off the magic book.

“…it looks pretty precious. Is this something to do with the skills I have?”

Even after Serge, she knew that she had the 'Understanding Magic (Normal)' skill.

However, as the concept of magic was not yet known, she did not pay any attention to her, and Hyunmoo obtained the magic book in the first place.

The power was unknown, but the value of the skill could not be measured just by being diversified.

"Your life is a mortgage on me, so I gave it as a gift. Use this to serve me day and night."

“I have a hunch… I have a feeling that I will become a high-paid iron rice bowl elite under Kang Hyunmoo for the rest of my life.”

"...suddenly I feel like I'm at a loss."

Hyunmoo turned his back and chinked at Seo Ji-hoo.

"Anyway, it went well. We were about to settle the first quarter soon. Hwiso Park is here too, so we can call the rest. Come up and have a cup of coffee."

***

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

John picked up his watch and checked the time. He only lasted 3 minutes.

I couldn't believe this strange passage of time. It felt like 3 hours had passed.

For three minutes after Kang Hyunmoo left to bring drinks, the people around this table didn't say a word.

John turned his gaze and glanced at Seo Ji-hu, who was sitting to her left.

After she serges, she's not on her talkative side in the first place. When she has something to say, she likes to hit it with reports or data.

Even so, the old gentleman with a fedora hat sitting on the right was like a lock.

Even though it was indoors, the old gentleman, who was wearing gloves, coat, and hat, only said that he was 'Park Hwi-so' and didn't say a word.

But the most breathtaking things were different.

Other than the table in the center, they were sitting in a dark place.

He was a black goblin and a silver-haired boy.

At first he was startled that he had monsters. However, seeing him not only being meek and obedient to Park Hwi-so's instructions, he thought it might be similar to the 'taming' skill. Even so, the identity of the boy was still unknown.

'Maybe it's better to be quiet.'

He is also not sociable. In this situation, he didn't know what the hell he was going to say even if he tried to bring up the conversation.

Thanks to this, the gloomy silence continued. Then I saw Hwiso Park and Jihoo Seo checking the time. John also picked up the watch and checked the time.

It was only 4 minutes.

shudder. Then the door opened and Hyunmoo entered.

"Come on, Young-nim is black tea, Ji-hu is cold water, and Priest is wine."

Hyunmoo put the glasses and drinks down in front of the table in order. Seo Ji-hoo looked at Hyunmoo with a confused expression.

"I'll eat what you give me, but none of us seem to have ordered anything?"

"It's a result of my preconceived notions, so just eat it. It suits the image."

Even Park Hwi-so smelled the black tea and put it down.

But Hyunmoo didn't mind at all and sat down with his buttocks on the table. Even John did not drink wine.

"Why doesn't the priest drink wine?"

"I'm on this week."

"Why... ah."

John had said he was determined to quit everything he was dependent on when his addiction was completely gone.

If you drink alcohol, you can naturally think of drugs again. In the end, Seo Ji-hoo was the only one who even spoke of what Hyunmoo brought.

"Well, it doesn't matter. The important thing is the closing meeting."

Hyunmoo glanced around the table.

"Okay, so I guess this gives you a rough outline of the team."

Team overview? While puzzled gazes passed, Hyunmoo looked at Park Hwi-so and started talking.“Sir, please take control of the underground as you have done so far. But be a little more aggressive. Expand not only to Seoul but also to the provinces, and if possible, rent to Japan and China. will happen."

"It seems to consume a lot of manpower."

"I'll support goblins and ratman as much as I want. That'd be better than most hunters. I'm also teaching Yerdan this and that and messing around with it.

Hyunmoo instructed without hesitation whether he had already thought through it carefully.

“And did Seo Ji-hoo succeed in attracting former general manager Oh Dae-seong? Yes. Instead of me, try to take control of the Almighty League and nurture newcomers. I will make Almighty-Ryeon not a single clan but a national organization. Oh Dae-seong is a good person to use as a signboard. Any hunter will use the Almighty’s umbrella.”

"Do you have the budget to cover all those hunters?"

“We can’t do it with our money. But do you have blind money?”

Hyunmoo chuckled. He brought Park Hwi-so's tea cup and Seo Ji-hoo's water glass to the center of the table. Then he said, pushing it all the way to one side.

"When the Pyongyang restoration plan begins, Tae-sung will pour money into it. Still, Tae-sung won't be able to go up alone. The army will also go up.

Then, he poured black tea into Seo Ji-hoo's glass of water. The glass of water soon turned cloudy to the color of black tea.

"People would think that the stature and the state push and rise together, but in reality, the talisman and omnipotence rise. We will act on behalf of the state power, and soon we will become the state itself. It will not be easy, but it will not be difficult."

Even Seo Ji-hoo had a slightly absurd expression on Hyunmoo's calm manner of speaking. Only John was puzzled because Hyunmoo spoke in Korean.

Hyunmoo smiled and told Johann too.

"And Priest John."

"Yes?"

“Priest John… well, so… just stay as it is.”

"……Yes."

"It's a joke, but since the priest has military experience and is good at applying, I would like you to train soldiers and occasionally conduct operations. A high-capacity strike team with military training. It's amazing."

Johann tilted his head, but he nodded his head in no thought. No matter how you look at it, it didn't seem like Hyunmoo was taking it seriously.

But John had no idea what he had consented to.

The soldiers that John would raise in the future were a kill team to deal with the powerful.

Hyunmoo's sword was not aimed only at monsters and nations. He was also directed towards those with the same abilities.

Precisely, those who could be enemies, such as allies.

“What do you plan to do with the branch manager?”

Seo Ji-hoo asked playfully. Hyunmoo answered with a smile.

"Self-development and physical training."

***

【Difficulty: Hell

Enter the star of the end.]

"Great man. Has he come?"

As soon as I entered the shelter, Kazat was waiting in front of me. Hyunmoo, who was about to accept and pass by without much thought, noticed that Kazat's appearance was slightly different from usual.

It was a mixture of anger and fear. Hyunmoo frowned.

"What, what's going on?"

"That is……."

Then suddenly, something stuck to Hyunmoo's head.

It was Lenian.

Lenian whispered as if singing.

"treason."

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