Hoarding in Hell Novel

The moment Ivanov's skull fell to the ground, the fragmented torso of the blood golem became a huge spear and pierced the body of the beast.

Each spear in the form of an evil spirit bites and clings to the body of the beast of the end. The body rotted around the pierced area and began to fall off.

Hyunmoo could no longer sustain the beast of the end. He slipped out of the beast's flesh and fell to the floor.

Hyunmoo watched as demons, which could no longer be called golems, devour the body of the beast.

"You are going the wrong way, young man."

Right in front of him was Ivanov's forked head.

Ivanov's skull was already hard to recognize. It was only natural that he had scratched his face with a fork crane.

But he didn't seem to have been hurt in the slightest.

"You are selfish, evil, and greedy, but that's tolerable. You're not in a position to hide. But the path you're walking on isn't a road. It's okay if it's not a weeping star, any star is good, so choose the future And get me out of that road that leads to the end."

"dog sound."

Hyunmoo tried to kick Ivanov's head without hesitation.

Then a gunshot rang out. Hyunmoo stumbled and collapsed in the pain piercing the back of his foot.

Ivanov's headless torso was holding a gun and aimed at Hyunmoo.

"Since the gun still works, I'm pretty sure he's a human."

Ivanov lifted his skull and placed it back on top of his body.

The skull, which had been split, was soon being restored. Hyunmoo tried to back away, but black grips were growing around his pierced instep.

In an instant, his hands covered his knees and grabbed Hyunmoo, immobilizing him from nowhere.

Hyunmoo swung his tom at Ivanov, but to no avail.

Ivanov pulled the trigger again. His blood spattered from Hyunmoo's body one after another. They were painful, but not fatal.

" Hyunmoo!"

Ha-hyun's sad voice was heard.

Hyunmoo felt his consciousness clouded as the still scarce blood flowed.

On the other hand, the situation was not as good. As the beast of the apocalypse disappeared, black smoke was removed, and the family could no longer exert their enhanced abilities.

The situation was equally difficult for Kawaro and Curie.

'Calling other members of the family is another way... … .'

One way is to call Yerdan or Kazat. But no matter how much I thought about it, it didn't seem like it meant anything more than passing time.

Hyunmoo had to think of another way.

As Hyunmoo couldn't stand any longer and stumbled, Ivanov bowed his head to make eye contact with him.

Ivanov's gaze was felt in the void inside the empty skull.

"I want to convince you, young man."

"I have a difficult wish, old man. I can't accept anyone who attacks me unless they stretch my crotch."

"It's a difficult condition. If that's the case, it's also a way to persuade a less demanding opponent. It might not be for you."

Ivanov opened the arms of his coat.

Hyunmoo, who thought there would be nothing but bones, was stunned the moment he looked inside.

There was a strangely wide space inside the court. And inside, there were corpses that seemed to have some history.

Hyunmoo's gaze suddenly stopped at a corpse.

No, it wasn't a corpse. The only accursed one who survived was No.2.

Ivanov grabbed the rope hanging from No. 2's neck and pulled him. He showed the figure of #2 in front of Hyunmoo and said."I know this friend was born of Ghaul's curse. If this person kills you, he will take his place."

Hyunmoo bit his teeth. Ivanov's intentions were clear.

"If you really don't like it, you have no choice but to convince this friend."

"You motherfucker..."

Ivanov looked down at Hyunmoo with a gloomy, heavy look.

"If a child does something wrong, it is the duty of an adult to pick up a rod. It may be a rather harsh day, but this is the only way to pay off any debts you and I owe to the rest of humanity."

Ivanov looked into No.2's face and said.

"Young man, you're a fake that doesn't exist. You're going to be destroyed when the ordeal is over. But I'll give you a chance. A chance to become real."

2's eyes widened. His gaze moved between Hyunmoo and Ivanov.

"Promise me that you will become the clan of the Weeping Star. Then you will kill me and give me a chance to become the real thing. Existence or extinction, I don't think it's a difficult choice."

Ivanov looked at Hyunmoo while saying that. There was a sign that Hyunmoo wanted to make a choice even now.

He must be thinking that he is an outsider. He actually did so.

Hyunmoo shot #2 with a strong gaze. No. 2 also stared at him with eyes full of hatred and disgust.

Soon, his mouth opened.

"Turn it off, you motherfucker."

Then, with all his might, he kicked Ivanov in the crotch. Naturally, Ivanov didn't take any damage.

He was just looking down at number two.

No. 2 said with a smile.

"Why, it doesn't look like it's a waste because he's an old man who doesn't stand anymore?"

A giggle of laughter came from Hyunmoo and #2.

Ivanov felt the same boiling hatred in No. 2 as Hyunmoo. I had no idea where this hatred was coming from.

Did he do it so wrong? However, he was polite enough from the beginning and explained the situation.

But that alone made Hyunmoo and No. 2 furiously angry.

'No, it's not just for me.'

They were angry at Ivanov's attitude, at the arrogant gaze of the stars, at the sight of the world so broken. And it wasn't selfish.

As a person who inherited the price for sin, it was an aversion that he could naturally embrace.

Ivanov suddenly felt his emotions of disgust and fear creep slowly creeping up his spine.

Hyunmoo was the only one who could scold Ivanov. Because he was the only one who had no sin against the world now.

The feeling of guilt that had been lurking in the corner of my heart began to creep up like the corpses of the last days.

"What do you know!"

Ivanov shouted loudly for the first time.

"Do you know the shock of when the sea first became clear, or do you know the scenery where mushroom clouds were blooming everywhere you touched? Do you know that even a five-year-old child was forcibly conscripted into the household just because he was capable? If he died anyway Do you know about a family who committed suicide with a baby saying that the undead, who can be with them even after death, is not healed?"

Ivanov was not a good person, even with the words of his mouth.

But in the world that has come to this point, there was no one who did not harbor sinful karma. Because everyone did, they survived because everyone who survived shared the guilt.

"It was right to choose the strongest star in order to leave the world at least a little bit! And you had to choose a star that even the weakest could hold! Who do you think would die the most as soon as the world became cruel?"

Ivanov was screaming with his whole body. It was the first excuse and protest he made about his past life.

"It is a lie to say that death is equal! Death has risen from the lowest. The rich, the strong, and the able survive, but the star that embraces those who die lonely, painfully, and outwardly, weeping There were only stars!"

The strongest, most embracing star and the last to win.

Ivanov thought that the Wailing Star could be the answer.

"This world belongs to mankind! Under the weeping star, mankind can continue to occupy this world even in death! It is your ignorance of arrogance that you can point out that my choices are wrong!"

"Yeah, I'm ignorant. You bastard."

Hyunmoo looked at him with a contemptuous expression and said.

"But I know you're a loser."

No. 2 shook his body violently.

The spider web that Hyunmoo had secretly wrapped around the rope cut it off in an instant.

As soon as No. 2 landed on the floor, it smashed the ghost's grip on Hyunmoo's ankle.

Hyunmoo's injuries were still serious, but he did not hesitate to rush towards Ivanov.

Ivanov looked at Hyunmoo, who was running slowly, and suddenly thought of someone.

***

It was winter. The snow was heavy.

The corpses on the floor were so cold that even their teeth couldn't get in.

It was a season when it was not unusual for people to eat people. Everything was opaque and fuzzy.

There was no distinction between what was edible and what was not. There was no distinction between man and beast. The distinction between the living and the dead was meaningless.

Because of the snow, there was no distinction between the earth and the sky.

'… … Ivan.'

There was no distinction between right and wrong. It was a world that was slaughtered at that moment when I tried to distinguish them. Everyone had to put their own interests and survival first.

Those who loved their families died first. The father lost his life to protect his family, and the parents killed their children because they wanted to avoid going through a harsh world.

'… … Ivan Cherenkov.'

But in reality, all of that was meaningless. Whether selfish or altruistic, life and death depended solely on luck.

It was a question of who would go first and who would follow. Everyone tried to live hot and died cold.

'… … Ivan Cherenkov, I'm fine.'

It was winter. The snow was heavy.

Ivanov was dying.

He couldn't even remember who he was fighting with. The Starving Apostle tried to fill the ship in the city under Ivanov's protection, and Ivanov couldn't stop it.

It was common.

But it was thanks to a man that Ivanov survived.

Ivanov wanted to bring him into the household in return. Thousands of people came to him at that time.

I came to him because I didn't want to suffer from the cold anymore, because I didn't want to go hungry, because I wanted revenge, because I wanted to be strong, because I didn't want to think about anything, and because I wanted to die.

'… … I am okay.'

But the man refused. It did not belong to the circle of another star.

If you reject grace, it's enough to ignore it, and if you want to use forcefulness, it's enough to kill and make it into a family.

The man, late or early, thought that he would one day belong to the clan of the Weeping Star.

'… … Fine.'

The man did not explain.

Ivanov left the place feeling cramped for Lee Yumo.

He promised that when spring came, he would come back. He said he would come whenever the seasons change.

He said he'd ask again every time.

He wants to be a survivor. I will give you a chance to live in this land without pain or fear.After some time passed, Ivanov visited the man's hut.

The man was dead. He was not murdered, frozen, or starved to death, but suicide.

A faded family picture emerged from his arms.

He refused to choose either.

At that moment, Ivanov realized the man's choice.

Some people just want the world to disappear. Because the world itself is painful.

Whether it was him or the world, he wanted it to end with a period.

But Ivanov could not agree.

Someday good times will come, he lamented the man's stupidity.

It was just winter. The snow was still heavy.

For Ivanov, winter still showed no sign of ending.

***

The moment Tam's blade and No. 2's fist were about to hit Ivanov's body, Ivanov's hands flashed.

The cold air that spread out caught the two of them and stood up.

Hyunmoo couldn't help but stumble at the pain as the wounds freeze.

Ivanov grabbed No. 2's neck, grabbed it again, and kicked Hyunmoo's leg down.

It was only for a moment that the two were suppressed.

"Because, Kang Hyunmoo."

Ivanov called Hyunmoo's name as he first pronounced it.

"Why do you want the world to end?"

A look of absurdity and pity flashed across Hyunmoo's face.

"What? Who wants the world to end, you idiot! Don't you know the saying that this life is better even if you roll in dog shit?"

"……What?"

"I'm going to eat well and live well, you bastard. I can't even dream of an ending like 'I'm going to be unhappy, but I hope you all live happily ever after' because of your plans! "

“……”

Ivanov looked down at Hyunmoo without a word. His gaze slowly turned toward No. 2 as well.

He was hanging in the air, and while in pain, he grinned and shot.

"Ha, am I different? I'm sorry. Stupid bastard, yes. Humanity will be saved. Humans need people to pretend to be smart and have fun. They will save you even if you don't do nonsense like this."

“Is that possible…”

“By the way, salvation is not a grace you can bestow! We have no intention of receiving salvation!”

Ivanov forgot what to say for a moment.

I felt like I had been stabbed in the head.

He believed that the man he met in winter gave up salvation and chose to terminate.

But maybe it was his own arrogance.

A man has chosen his own salvation. Just in a different direction from Ivanov.

"There is no star that saves, no star that destroys."

No. 2 murmured.

"No one can force us to make a choice."

Hyunmoo responded.

"Destruction and salvation will all be done by human hands. Do you understand?"

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