Hoarding in Hell Novel

Hyunmoo cut his words, and Monstrill bit his mouth. It was an atmosphere where public opinion was largely decided.

"Okay. Then, seeing that everyone agrees, I have a question for you."

Hyunmoo looked around the agents and said.

"How can I become a star?"

“……”

A heavy silence passed between the agents.

The agent of the Weeping Star touched his forehead with an absurd expression.

A starving star's agent approached Hyunmoo. He grabbed Hyunmoo's right hand with Kawaro's pale hand and lifted it up.

"Somehow. Fragments are not enough."

At the words of the starving star agent, the weeping star agent sighed.

"If there was enough quantity, the options would have popped up. It would have been difficult to collect that much fragments in a situation where I didn't choose a star. In that state, I courageously declared that I would become a star."

"What, are you saying it can't be done? The representatives are incompetent."

“Did you, on the other hand, even entrust the status of a star to us?”

As the Wailing Star agent fired nervously, the Hungry Star agent opened his mouth.

"No. For the fragments, you just need to bring one that is left."

"What's left?"

“There is one here.”

At that moment, Kawaro opened his eyes wide and smirked strongly.

But the starving agent of the star smiled and shoved his right hand into his, to be exact, Kawaro's stomach at once.

Kawaro's eyes flickered. With his mouth taken away, Kawaro couldn't even scream.

The starving star, who soon ripped something out of Kawaro's stomach, held out a piece of bloody flesh to Hyunmoo.

Even in the bloodstained flesh, the reddish pattern was emitting vivid colors.

The moment Hyunmoo grabbed it, a shard sawp into Hyunmoo's right hand.

[Number of Apostles killed: 5]

[Quest Success!]

[The quest 'The Darkest Place of the Stars' was successful.]

[You have passed the ordeal.]

[One 'Ghaul's Gift Box' is provided as a reward.]

[The Hearthstone will be activated until the next quest.]

[Curse: Split has been lifted.]

Hearing a series of messages that came to mind, Hyunmoo knew that Kawaro was dead.

It's not his own hands, but he's finally done it.

He killed five apostles who felt like walls they couldn't cross.

But Hyunmoo couldn't be happier.

It was because he had a blood-stained chin that was smiling right in front of him, covered in the hide of a dead Kawaro.

"Congratulations. You can be a star now. You may be small and weak and pale."

He smiled broadly, showing his teeth and giving him a creepy smile.

"Instead, you owe a starving star. This one will not be few."Above all else, the greedy being, the starving star, owed Hyunmoo at the expense of the apostle.

That fact was never taken lightly. Hyunmoo made a puzzled expression.

“Ah… yes. So do I have ownership of Kawaro? Be sure to leave the body behind. Oh, and leave the equipment and items Kawaro used. Can you lend me a little more of what I owe you? Do you have any more fragments left?"

“……”

And Hyunmoo was the type of person who thought that if he owed a lot, he had to owe a lot.

He knew that if he owed a small debt, he would be treated as a debtor by his creditors, but if he owed a huge debt, he would be treated as a customer.

The starving star's agent looked at Hyunmoo as if it were a joke, then reached out and tapped his chest.

"go away."

At that moment, Hyunmoo's consciousness began to fade away.

***

Hyunmoo looked at his back.

My vision was rapidly disappearing.

Leaving his own body, only his soul seemed to be being dragged somewhere.

The agent of the conquering star that burned Curie's body with firewood disappeared, and Kawaro's body crumbled.

The agent of the Weeping Star, who had Ivanov's body, headed somewhere in search of an exit.

Meanwhile, Hyunmoo's body was getting farther away.

far. further.

The intersection where Hyunmoo was staying caught my eye. The crossroads were covered with countless armies of the dead.

The view got farther away. I could see the ruins of downtown Seoul and the dried up Han River. There were swarms of mosquitoes covering the sky.

Some were on fire, some were frozen, some were stormy, some were cracking and seething.

The ever-changing hell itself was itself.

Hyunmoo moved further away. Just as I was wondering where I was going, the black land caught my eye.

There was nothing there.

Ink-like darkness was set in a circle around the land where Hyunmoo was staying.

There was an emptiness that seemed to eat away at the heart just by looking at it.

Difficulty: Hell seemed rather cozy compared to this dark space.

Hyunmoo saw something in the darkness.

They were gigantic beings wriggling and wriggling.

It was like a snake, like a wolf, like a leech, or like a mantis.

Its identity could not be guessed, and it had an indescribable form.

It was enveloped in black smoke like ink, so I could only guess the silhouette.

What was clear was that it was unspeakably huge.

Hyunmoo was now so far away that the Earth was starting to come into view.

Nevertheless, the form of moving beings could be seen in the black smoke. Hyunmoo shivered when he realized how huge they were.

"Don't look too long."

Suddenly, someone spoke from behind. Hyunmoo looked back.

He was no longer moving away from the ground.

"The Abyss is sensitive to gaze, because where the gaze is, they know there is something to eat."

A polite and polite voice.

Standing behind Hyunmoo's back was a man with a pale complexion in a white suit.

A man with a bizarre impression, as if he was made of pure white clay from head to toe. Only the black crown of thorns on his head stood out.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kang Hyunmoo. You are the only heir of mankind. We've been waiting longer than you think."

***

Hyunmoo stared at the man without saying a word.

The white man approached Hyunmoo whirlingly.

The empty space seemed familiar to him.

The white man took his handkerchief from the front pocket of his chest. No, what came out was a table, not a handkerchief.

The man flapped the tablecloth in the air, which he couldn't believe had come from his front pocket.

Tablecloths were naturally hung somewhere and took the form of a round table.

The white man walked up to Hyunmoo and pulled a part of the table. A white chair was pulled out from under the tablecloth as if it was natural.

"seat……."

Hyunmoo sat down on the chair before the white man had even asked him to sit down.

The white man gave a bewildered expression as he interlocked his hands and even put his feet on the table.

The white man soon sat down opposite him. Hyunmoo spoke first.

"Are you an angel?"

"I thought you knew."

The white man answered with a smile.

As soon as Hyunmoo saw the white man, he raised his enmity and opened it to check the man's level.

But no message came up.

There were similar examples. Lenian, and 'Angel'.

Just as he was about to attack Taean Dungeon, a white guy who suddenly dragged him into a strange space.

When he saw his pure white appearance and his unidentified abilities, he could be seen as closer to that angelic guy.

"But, to be precise, you would be wrong. I was once called an angel among you, but this is far from the meaning of your culture. You could be more precise, a manager or a searcher. I like the name more, because the title is the closest to the original meaning."

manager.

Hyunmoo was not surprised. Anyone would.

The fact that one day, items suddenly appear to suit people's tastes and the difficulty level is adjusted does not necessarily imply the existence of a manager.

rather now? It felt like that.

"By the way, administrator, what's a searcher?"

The white man smiled.

"That's not for Kang Hyunmoo to know."

"You just cut it off. You'll get hurt."

"I'm sorry. You won't understand even if I say it. This is information that is not allowed at our current level of consciousness. We ██████ are looking for ██████. This game is part of that task."

The white man's words were muffled as if they had been erased by something.

It was probably because it was a sound in a range that Hyunmoo couldn't understand, or it was a sound that was difficult to accurately recall the meaning of in his head.

Just as no one can accurately transcribe the sound of the wind.

"But Kang Hyunmoo didn't come to interrogate us? Then it's not very important information."

"Can you roll up other people's world to this extent and say that it is not important information?"

“Instead, I gave a lot of people a chance.”

The white man said with a strange smile.“Humanity has benefited from being provided with enormous mana and crystal moss for 30 years. There was also time to prepare. Some people worked as daily laborers, some people worked as scavengers on a winter day, and some people… dipped their hands in the gutter and wandered around. I was destined to die from mana poisoning."

“……”

"If we hadn't provided the 'game' opportunity, would the situation of those people be better than they are now?"

Hyunmoo gave a cool smile.

It was completely intentional to ask such a question to myself and not to anyone else.

If for Hyunmoo, instead of going back to the state in which mankind did not start the game in the first place, Hyunmoo had to return to a normal worker, Hyunmoo would choose the world where the game started without hesitation.

Although the ending might be Difficulty: Hell.

The white man was telling me not to argue with the subject of which you also received such a benefit.

"I don't like it."

"It means good things are good things."

Hyunmoo lowered his legs off the table and leaned over. He was a serious conversationalist.

"Okay. So let's get to the point. Are you going to make me a star?"

"You are already a star."

The white man said quietly.

"From the moment you collect enough fragments, you already have the status of a star. It's not reflective of someone's light, it's at the level where it will shine on its own."

The white man continued his speech.

"You are still a nameless star. You are a star below the average of the apostles, but still a star is a star and light is light. It's amazing enough. From my experience, it's very difficult to create a new star."

“Did anyone other than me become a star?”

"There was."

There, the white man smiled strangely.

"But all of them have disappeared and you are the only human who has succeeded in the promise. You became a star and the promise has already been fulfilled. The ultimate will of mankind has now been passed on to you. I don't know if you will survive to the end."

"It doesn't look very likely, don't you think?"

“To be honest… I think it’s pretty high.”

The white man gave an unexpected answer.

It was difficult for Hyunmoo to be honest with himself. Because the agents of the stars are strong, and his base is weak.

"You don't have a special training place unlike other stars."

As the white man said so, he tapped his own chest. He was pointing to the hearthstone hidden in Hyunmoo's chest.

"That hearthstone is a sign of promise. It's a symbol of trouble, hope, aspiration, and regret."

"...Hmm, indeed."

What Hyunmoo believed in was also the difficulty: easy.

You could even escape and live there, but if you look at the pattern so far, you will soon be dragged back to Difficulty: Hell.

And if you don't make any preparations by then, you're sure to be brutally beaten when you're brought in.

Until then, Difficulty: Hell was Hyunmoo's training ground, but now, on the contrary, he had to find the answer in Difficulty: Easy.

I thought that such an exceptional thing would affect the balance, but the white man was passing by as if it was natural. Rather, he was encouraging him to write.

'No, maybe this bastard intervened directly beyond just knowing about the promise.'

The hearthstone seemed to be something beyond the discretion of the apostles or proxies.

It is natural to think that the custodian level intervened.

"I have one more question."

"You tell me."

"Difficulty: Will the apocalypse continue to stand still in Hell?"

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