Hoarding in Hell Novel

Hyunmoo didn't understand the situation at the moment.

running away?

apostle?

A guy with a far higher rank and still has overwhelming power?

Before Hyunmoo could finish judging anything, he was already chasing after Kawaro.

The moment with the most achievements in a war is the moment when the enemy is defeated.

Kawaro's back, which lay defenseless, looked appetizing.

Kawaro was startled the moment he looked back.

are you chasing?

No extra picks, just a bum?

Also, the level is quite low, and now there are only two people left?

It was difficult for Kawaro to make a proper judgment.

The burden of failing the ordeal of a starving star, the unexpected growth and threat of Kang Hyunmoo, and the appearance of another apostle.

He was already running much faster than Kang Hyunmoo, but his impatience fueled his urge.

Skill: As soon as the secret transaction was activated, Kawaro disappeared from Hyunmoo's view.

Seeing Kawaro moving away in an instant, Hyunmoo was at a loss for words.

"Win... is it?"

I fought with the intention of winning, but I had no idea that such an absurd end would come.

If Kawaro's intention was to kill Hyunmoo in the first place, it would be an unwinnable fight. No matter how fast they leveled up, it was impossible to fill the gap in a short period of time.

It was difficult for Hyunmoo to be optimistic about the ending.

I was going to do my best, but I couldn't think of the ending where Kawaro rolled his tail and ran away.

Actually, it wasn't a positive ending for Hyunmoo.

'Was the person caught was #2?'

Leader of the second group who promised to help Hyunmoo.

Kawaro ended up failing with a 33% chance.

However, Hyunmoo also failed to kill Sado.

Three apostles have died so far.

If Ha-hyeon is doing well, there would be four, but as Kawaro ran away like this, only the apostles of the Weeping Star were left.

'I didn't want to go to the Apostle of the Weeping Star.'

All the traps and cards Hyunmoo prepared were exhausted, and there was nothing left.

It was best to see the match before the Apostle of the Weeping Star arrived, and it was also the best result.

'But Kawaro ran away... … .'

Anyway, it's over now. Now we have to prepare for the next fight... … .

At that moment, Hyunmoo quickly pulled out the ride.

The moment he swung the tom behind his back, the blades clashed and a sharp sound resounded.

one.

'Oh yeah. There was this child.'

Except for the one who was captured by Kawaro, there was now only one cursed person left.

Hyunmoo saw the black dagger he was holding and immediately knew who it was.

No. 8.Leader of the last group among the damned who chose to fight together.

He actually seems right to say he's a leader rather than a guy he doesn't have the potential to be.

Anyway, he was holding the dagger with an oddly elevated smile.

He said, "I ended up with Kawaro, but I didn't know there were still two left."

Hyunmoo, who was about to ask if there were three in the words of No. 8, soon realized the meaning of those words.

Number 8 was not counting itself from the beginning.

He had treated everyone other than himself as a matter of course to die.

"Isn't this the time to fight between us?"

"When did we try to cover up such a time?"

Hyunmoo chuckled.

They were looking for a chance to kill each other right from the start.

Needless to say, Hyunmoo widened the gap far beyond the reach of a dagger.

Tom, split into dozens of pieces, pierced No. 8 like a sniper. A blade of black smoke oozing out pierced No. 8.

However, No. 8 was not played without any preparation.

As if by magic, a large shield emerged from No. 8's hand.

It was a huge square shield the size of a person blazing in flames.

Tam's blades were scattered everywhere they hit the shield.

"Huh, what?"

Hyunmoo's voice gave me embarrassment.

No. 8 seemed to find it difficult to hold a square shield, so he put it on the floor and hid behind it. The shield slammed into the ground with a heavy sound.

Hyunmoo immediately recognized the level of items brought out by No. 8. It was a fairly powerful piece of equipment, even if it wasn't up to Tom. At least the apostles could carry it.

And then, Hyunmoo noticed the main character of the change that occurred while preparing for the battle with the apostle.

The sudden slaughter of the cursed ones, and the sudden death of another apostle when Ytwalo was killed.

It was clear exactly what number 8 did.

"It was you."

Instead of being afraid, Hyunmoo smiled with joy.

It doesn't matter how or how he killed the apostle.

Fear is the most feared when it is not revealed.

Hyunmoo's heart was filled with euphoria as soon as he was convinced that he was not an unidentified enemy, but a foe that could be cut through.

If you kill this guy, its growth will be huge.

It was then.

" Hyunmoo!"

Ha-hyeon was running from the second reservoir.

The moment Hyunmoo flinched, #8 rushed in like a ghost.

***

Bang, Kwajik! It wasn't a dagger, but a huge attitude that struck Hyunmoo down.

Although it was heavy, the No. 8 was proficient in handling as if he had already used this weapon several times and learned how to use it as a battle helper. It was probably the weapon of one of the apostles.

Hyunmoo tried to block it with a tom, but the tom, which splits into dozens of pieces each time he attacked the opponent, was not a suitable weapon for defense.

However, it was impossible to stop such an ignorant weapon with the restrainer's youl.

Judging that the answer was a speed battle, Hyunmoo quickly moved along the shadow web.

However, No. 8 also had control of the spider's web.

As soon as No. 8 broke the web and Hyunmoo's movements were disturbed, a huge attitude flew towards his waist.

Hyunmoo managed to dodge the attack. Blood was pouring out of the shallow cut on the skin.

The moment the blood fell to the ground, Hyunmoo's complexion changed.

'Huh?'

Without hesitation, the attitude flew into his head again.

"How the hell did this happen..."

Ha-hyun saw Kawaro running away and thought that Hyunmoo had been captured.

However, when I heard the noise from the 3rd reservoir and ran to it, out of the blue, Hyunmoo was fighting.

'I have to help Hyunmoo.'

Ha-hyun made a quick decision. What she stands up to is Hyunmoo, who has been with and supported her and her history.

Ha-hyeon could not accept the concept that another fragmented alter ego would replace the real one.

If she had awakened her apostle-level power while subduing her Curie, the moment she helped one of her members was sure to determine her victory or defeat.

Ha-hyeon's gaze turned to the direction of the attitude. She began to take control of the air around her as her hands turned white once more.

At that moment, Ha-hyun's gaze met her gaze.

And her powers ceased.

"Huh?"

Ha-hyun muttered in a bewildered voice.

Her ability to control even the apostles did not falter. She was sure her opponent was doing something, but it wasn't.

Ha-hyun could definitely feel it.

Her connection with Sang-hyeon, which had just been connected, abruptly ceased.

"Sister, why?"

But no answer or meaning came back.

Ha-hyun's gaze turned to the two of them again. The side with her attitude looked much more weary than the side with her attitude, but there was a strange sense of desperation and madness.

On the other hand, the one holding the ride was confused.

'Sanghyun unnie... … Are you expecting Hyunmoo to die?'

Sang-hyeon is waiting for Hyunmoo's death.

The moment Ha-hyun realized that, the web started moving independently of her will.

It was the moment Hyunmoo and #8 were about to engage in a dogfight on a spider web.

Suddenly, the web on which Hyunmoo was stepping disappeared, and he lost his balance for a moment.

The blade of the attitude with No. 8 flashed.

And at that moment, the same memory flashed through Hyunmoo and #8's heads.

***

When the apostles began to invade, and when Hyunmoo began to make the damned ones.

It goes without saying that Hyunmoo's greatest threat was the apostles.

Those who want to subjugate Hyunmoo and rule under them.

Even if there was no threat of death, Hyunmoo had no intention of belonging to any of them, so it was a target he had to fight.

And the second threat is the damned.

Cursed people only have memories up to the time they were given the ordeal, but they can recover their memories by simply recalling them.

Other than that, it is almost identical to Hyunmoo in every way.

And the moment he kills Hyunmoo, he replaces the real thing.

Hyunmoo speculated that the reason Gaul, the Broken Star, placed such a curse was to make him a tomb for the apostles.

Even if Hyunmoo is suppressed, he can challenge over and over again.But Hyunmoo had no desire to do so.

Even if they continued the continuity with the same selves and memories as themselves, they had no intention of agreeing with it.

So Hyunmoo began to deliberately mass-produce the damned.

Hyunmoo explained his plans in great detail to his first group of the Damned.

From the starting words to how to attract the apostles.

And the damned who heard the plan chose to start by killing Hyunmoo instead of cooperating with him.

The first group ended in a sea of ​​blood like that.

There Hyunmoo died.

Exactly, he pretended to be dead.

In a melee of killing each other, Hyunmoo gave up his ride. And he hid himself with a mask.

Someone grabbed the abandoned tom.

Someone cut the person holding the ride, and someone stabbed him, and the owner changed continuously.

Eventually, one cursed man survived to the end and grabbed Tam.

The Cursed Surviving was little different from Hyunmoo, thanks to detailed explanations from Hyunmoo.

The cursed one looked confused.

All those present were dead, but he did not know if he had truly become real. But it was simple to believe that desires were real.

The last remaining damned began to spawn other damned ones, as the real Hyunmoo was going to do.

Fortunately, the first damned was extremely capable.

Thoroughly as planned, he created traps and favorable environments to overwhelm the damned without ever getting hurt or killed.

He must have thought that was the lesson of the first group.

Lessons learned from the stupidly dead 'real'.

And through the process, he firmly believed that he was real.

Thus, the 16th and 8th cooperative groups appeared.

Hyunmoo cautiously unmasked himself among the accursed rising bloody.

The Cursed who survived nicknamed Hyunmoo #8.

And Hyunmoo, mingled with the damned, was able to roam the dungeon without being targeted by anyone or having to worry about getting stabbed in the back by anyone.

All of this would have been possible without the fakes who worked so hard.

'Real' Hyunmoo decided to give him the nickname 'No. 1' with respect.

Well, I've never been called that before, and never will.

***

The moment the memory came to mind, Hyunmoo, No. 1, opened his mouth with a pout.

"no."

The blade of attitude slowly approached.

When our eyes met with the 'real' Hyunmoo, who we had believed to be the 8th, the 1st and Hyunmoo felt as if their selves were merged into one.

No. 1 tried to reach out to Hyunmoo. He grabbed him and tried to hug him to crumble.

no. no. no. no.

I can't miss you

I can't let you go like this!

You're my hope, you're my dream, you're all my utopia!

your own!

Your own star!

With a terrible shattering sound, the body of No. 1 turned into blood and scattered all over the place.

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