Hoarding in Hell Novel

The poorest is death.

The thing that grabs the most is death.

In the end, victory is also death.

Even the most greedy did not have as much as death. That's what it meant to win in the end.

Seeing Hyunmoo's determined expression on his face, Lenian whispered as if he was pleased.

"Butler, are you finally ready to get up?"

But Hyunmoo's expression was hard.

Hyunmoo could not choose the correct answer.

"Are you a butler?"

"Damn it."

Hyunmoo couldn't admit the weeping star, Verde, was the ultimate winner. No, anyone does.

At first, this ordeal itself was a huge trap. Who laid the trap? Verde? Yogulem? Or is it all three, including Ardan?

Was it the paving stone that was laid when you handed over the tom?

Hyunmoo is struggling in this difficulty: Hell to survive and win.

If Hyunmoo chooses to side with the weeping star, Verde, who will be the ultimate winner, it doesn't just end with a decision.

When he got out of this hallucination again, he couldn't believe that Hyunmoo would be free from that decision.

Hyunmoo will eventually become Verde's clan.

Whether you choose Yogulem or Ardan, it is the same.

It wasn't just a psychological problem. The problem is that Hyunmoo was convinced of that fact.

At the point where Hyunmoo chooses one of the three, it means that one of the three stars wins and Hyunmoo loses.

There was no way Hyunmoo could get out while the stars were arrogant and they were saying, 'Hey, I can't get out'.

"You bastards!!"

Hyunmoo shouted into the air. He then slammed his rod at the monsters that were rushing at him.

His bones were broken and his flesh was torn. Hyunmoo shouted with blood all over his body.

"You have to fuck me like that! Are you so greedy for me? Then come and take it! Chop it up and share it very nicely! Pick it up in formalin, stuff it and put it in a showcase! Do whatever you want! So you guys are really mine. Let's see if we can get some!"

"Butler, calm down for a second. Butler!"

Lenian shouted as he hung around Hyunmoo's neck.

"You don't have to choose a star! You just have to create an undeniable result! Learn the ultimate and reverse the result!"

"How to level up here!"

Hyunmoo's level was 49. Although he raised it from time to time, he was suddenly drawn to the ride, so he could not reach 50.

However, level up is completely blocked here. How do you level up by catching monsters that are nothing more than hallucinations?

Lenian shouted something, but Hyunmoo jumped into the horde of monsters and swung and stomped on his tam.

bitten with his teeth and hit. The monsters were vainly smashed and scattered as if laughing at Hyunmoo. However, the monsters rushed to the empty spot greedily.

A battle of tearing, breaking, and biting continued. Hyunmoo rushed in as if he had a body of stars before his eyes.

'Damn things.'

However, Hyunmoo was angry at himself for not being prepared for this kind of situation.

It has been known for a long time that the stars are after them.

They coveted Hyunmoo from the beginning and approached him with various sponsorships and tricks. Montstrille was even active in courtship.

Hyunmoo was only taking profits in such a strange tightrope, and no one was choosing.

For he knew that the moment he chose someone, he would become hostile to the other stars.

But I did not know that this moment would come so suddenly. That's right, traps don't come just for timing.

Hyunmoo breathed heavily and slashed the rushing orc.

'Why are you resting? Now you don't even need to breathe.'

Hyunmoo had a strange thought. That was correct. His lungs were like rags.

But Hyunmoo was not thinking about why he was breathing himself, but rather focused on what he was thinking.His expression contorted.

'Monstril. They come only when the ordeal comes down.'

***

Montstril let out a small laugh at Hyunmoo's words.

'okay. Aren't you saying that a friend who comes to you when you are in trouble is a real friend?'

'There are only seungnyang-like bastards who prey on corpses. what else? Do you, too, want to put a spoon in this mean mess?'

Montstril burst into laughter.

'Why not? I've been trying so hard to have you But now, how would I feel if I was taken away by those wretched people?'

Hyunmoo didn't answer.

Needless to say, Yogulem is a pervert, and Verde is a desolate bastard that even his planners can't understand. Ardan has never really interacted with one another, but he is a serious anger dysregulator, based on descriptions and actions alone.

'I can't say I'm stronger than them. But I can promise you better treatment. At the very least, you can fuck those who trap you.'

Montstril continued to whisper to the silent Hyunmoo.

'Choose me. Hyunmoo. Then we can get you out of this boring hallucination, and together we can become the masters of this star.'

Montstrille's proposal was sweet.

He always was.

Difficulty: In Hell, Montstril's whispers were sweet honey.

Hyunmoo could not wander this battlefield forever. He could not, however, choose one of those who had trapped him.

'What if I never choose?'

'Wailing Star, Verde will win.'

Does it just flow according to the set flow of history? But from the beginning, the winner was the weeping star.

Does his history change if he chooses another star?

As if explaining Hyunmoo's curiosity, Montstrill whispered.

'that's right. as you think Death has the most, and wins the most. No matter who you choose or not, death will win in the end. Or, you have to have overwhelming power and crush them all, but from the looks of it, that's unreasonable.'

'You look fun.'

'The best thing is that you choose another star. Because there is no need to continue the quest. This hallucination is shattered, and you return to reality. As someone's faithful servant.'

'Dirty.'

The level does not rise, and the items are not replenished. Hyunmoo's level has no choice but to stay in this state forever.

In the end, it means you can't escape unless you choose a star.

In addition, as time passes, the weeping star is set to win naturally.

'take my hand. Kang Hyunmoo.'

Montstril whispered in a voice that even felt desperate.

'You are not one to suffer under such people. You deserve to be loved and respected. I'll put you in the closest place to me and make you shine.'

Montstrille's presence felt so close that it could be caught at any moment.

If you accept her here now, everything will be resolved.

The trappers become like dogs chasing chickens, and Hyunmoo gains new strength.

Wasn't Montstril the one who continued to show his favor to him?

Hyunmoo's chin finally opened.

"go away."

There was no explanation. There was no worry.

Actually, there was no reason.

Hyunmoo staggered, then thrust a knife into the back of a nearby ghoul.

His writhing ghoul's arms hit him and he was thrown to the floor. After burying her face in the mud, Monstrill's voice was heard again.

'You always choose the painful path. If you don't choose a star, there is only one answer. It's just walking a more painful and difficult path than choosing a star... … .'

Hyunmoo didn't ask what Montstril meant. There was one possibility Hyunmoo had been ignoring too.

Montstril's voice was completely gone.

There was no more temptation. There was no conflict. There was no worry.

Only a simple struggle remained.

Hyunmoo rushed back towards the monster as if this was his last fight.

***

The moment he touched the iron blood's hot armor, his flesh fell apart with a hissing sound.

Ignoring the smell of burning meat, Hyunmoo nimbly climbed onto the iron-blood's head. As he kicked his head, his helmet fell and rolled to the floor. A fierce heat rose from the inside of his armor.

The iron-blood reached out to catch Hyunmoo, but Hyunmoo leapt into the armor.

The iron blood disease stood still. Black smoke rose from the inside.

At the same time as a banging sound resounded, the armor shattered and Hyunmoo tanned and tan popped out.

His eyes ravenously searched for the next target.

In fact, there was little evidence left for Hyunmoo to even prove that he was Hyunmoo.

His body was in shreds and there was no skin left to live. Even the flesh was not attached properly.

Although his skeleton was relatively intact, the bones that had been scratched, broken, and fell off did not properly protect the internal organs.

Worse, his body was decomposing.

Now, Hyunmoo's body had no parts left that could function as a human being. But Hyunmoo didn't really care.

He has no pupils, but he can see enemies, his nose is gone, but he can smell the rotting corpse.

He can breathe blood without a tongue, and his bones are hard. He can also be used as a weapon. The absence of pain was an advantage.

The situation on the battlefield remained unchanged.

Some people kill, some die, and they are dragged away without knowing why, and then again. The only indicator that time was changing was Hyunmoo himself.

As Hyunmoo set out in search of his foe, he found himself in the shiny iron-blood armor.

He looked more like an undead than a human.

Death was triumphant.

Hyunmoo felt that his humanity was being worn away.

It had been a long time since he had felt even the slightest pleasure as a human being.

Affectionate skinship, delicious meals, a scent that fills your lungs deeply, and a landscape that doesn't kill anyone.

Hyunmoo suddenly became thirsty.

He groped his chest for caramel, but all he got was his skinned ribs.

'Is this what the weeping star was hoping for?'

Hyunmoo thought so.

The stars try to make those who look like them into their families.

Hyunmoo wondered why the alternative weeping star, Verde, was interested in him.

But now it seemed to make sense.

I liked the cold wind from the barren gray landscape. I really liked the cool silence.

This place resembled the sewer of Hwaseong Mana Industrial Complex, where Hyunmoo spent his 20s.

A place where death lurked by the difference of a single sheet of paper, and a dark future awaited.

I would be lying if I said I never dreamed of ruin there.

'Have you ever dreamed of taking off your protective clothing and dipping your head in wastewater? is not it?'

that's right. He doesn't care if he lives and dies... … Hyunmoo thought so and tilted his head as if puzzled.

If you thought so, Difficulty: Why did you try to live like a fool when you came to Hell?

Is Hell Better Than Reality?

A skeleton soldier ran towards Hyunmoo.

Hyunmoo reached out and grabbed his head, smashing it with one of his hands. Hyunmoo groaned as he peered into the crumbling white bone meal in his hands.

That's because he was the one he rebelled against.

Hyunmoo was a person who resisted the stronger the opponent was.

In a reality where there is no object to rebel against, Hyunmoo was a vague and weak existence.

Difficulty: In Hell, Hyunmoo finally started to burn.

'now?'

Death always goes last and wins.

But is it really an impossible opponent?"Butler!"

It was then. Hyunmoo's body staggered at the grabbing hand.

Hyunmoo felt his right arm break and the wind rushed through him.

The shock wave of the hammer struck by the iron blood scourge swept through the body. His body, nothing but bones, rolled to and fro. Hyunmoo realized that Tom had gone too far.

He slapped Lennie Ann on the cheek and yelled.

"Calm down, butler!"

Hyunmoo looked at Lenian. Lenian's condition was not a word.

His wings fell off, and his whole body was covered with scars. As Hyunmoo was pierced and torn off countless times, she too could not be spared.

Hyunmoo could see that it was because of Lenian's invisible help that he was able to do even if his limbs were intact.

Lenian was not even cursed with immortality. It was a miracle that she survived.

"Are you still out of your mind? Is it because the blood pressure in her head is too high? Would a blood draw be all right?"

Of course, there's no way there's still blood on her head.

Hyunmoo couldn't stand up.

He didn't listen, as if his whole body was now broken.

A giant iron-blood, far superior to the others, was looking down at Hyunmoo.

A cloak of fire was wrapped around his back, and flames were rising at each joint.

'Is it something like the incarnation of a conquering star?'

Hyunmoo had seen this huge bastard sweep monsters from afar. It was the first time we met so close.

how strong is he

A widow spider or more?

He looked down at Hyunmoo like a worm and then raised his hammer.

Hyunmoo thought he should avoid it, but at that moment his leg was shattered and broken. Now it was a plate that had to crawl and fight.

Hammer did not wait for Hyunmoo. A shadow fell with the heat. Hyunmoo thought of himself as a powder on the floor.

"Because I'll calm down!"

Hyunmoo's body bounced back from the violent shock. The hammer had smashed his lower body with a close gap.

It was Lenian who deflected the hammer. The price was not small.

Hyunmoo saw Lenny Ann, who had his wing and one arm ripped off, tossed and stood up.

'Is Lenian so weak?'

Lenian looked at Hyunmoo with blurry eyes. She opened her mouth with a look she wanted something. Her blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"Let's go home, butler."

At that moment, Hyunmoo had a strange idea.

It was a method that I had been trying to ignore, or I couldn't come up with.

Lenian is not a hallucination like other monsters.

Here, she was the only real existence.

I remembered the words Montstrille had whispered.

'If you don't choose a star, there is only one answer. It's just walking a more painful and difficult path than choosing a star... … .'

But Lenian realized that Hyunmoo was finally ready.

Hyunmoo grabbed Lenian, who was lying on the floor. Lenian did not run away.

She didn't scream or struggle. She smiled brightly and stretched out her arms.

Hyunmoo realized one thing at that moment.

To face death, you must overcome it.

Without Tom, Hyunmoo had to resort to primitive methods.

quickly.

The sound of his bones breaking resounded.

***

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[Ultimate: You have acquired the Beast of the End (Myth).]

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