Hoarding in Hell Novel

Eventually, he arrived at the collapsed subway line that Lenian had spoken of.

Muddy water sloshed under the large sinkhole. An old goblin was mending something similar to a net, and I wondered if it was used to prevent fish from escaping.

Hyunmoo walked over to the guy's back. The moment he took three steps back without a sound, he suddenly raised his head. Hyunmoo swung the goblin knife, thinking that nothing could come off easily.

"Kuruk..."

The old goblin clenched the knife with a boiling sound of blood. The gnome staggered, even with his decapitated state, unwilling to let go of the knife.

He even shoved a knife into his neck and bit Hyunmoo's hand. The corners of Hyunmoo's lips rose similarly.

"It saves you the trouble."

I could feel the strength draining from the old goblin's jaw. As the blisters rose, pus began to flow. Hyunmoo walked forward and put his hands in the water in the form of an old goblin.

The blood of Hyunmoo and the goblin mixed and spread over the water. Bubbles bubbled up.

After a while, I saw splashing and swarming fish. Hyunmoo looked at the coveted fish with delight.

A group of fish the size of a forearm began to devour a goblin corpse with teeth as large as nails.

'How the hell do you live by eating that?'

No matter how you look at it, it looks like it will be eaten, not eaten.

“Well, from today on, I won’t be able to eat anyway.”

***

The next stop was the second emergency exit. At first glance, it looked like a collapse site. It looked like an adult man could barely get out by himself.

Big monsters would be ignored and passed, but to Hyunmoo, it looked like a treasure trove.

Hyunmoo took a purple lump out of his inventory. It was made like porridge by mixing finely crushed crystal moss with blood and water.

It seems that it doesn't matter if it's not blood but water, but Hyunmoo, who knows the performance of his poisoned blood, tried mixing it just in case. All you need is this function:

A lighter was one of the many daily necessities brought with him in real life. Hyunmoo lit a fire at his entrance and threw in rideables. As he smashed the lighter, the fire burned even more fiercely. As the flames soared, heat reached his face.

"Is it raccoon hunting?"

Lenian asked from the side. In the sinkhole earlier, he didn't even flinch, and he walked around without a fight and did strange things, so he seemed to chase after him without fear.

"If I could catch a goblin by smoking like a raccoon, then I wouldn't have to suffer this much."

Because they might come up with a plan in case of a fire.

Hyunmoo threw crystal moss porridge into the fire. Crystal moss sizzled in the blazing smoke and turned black. The eerie black smoke settled heavily. Hyunmoo smiled faintly.

If we convert the amount of crystal moss that is burning now at the market price sold so far, it is over 3 billion won. Can even Lee Ji-tae burn 3 billion to catch goblins?

But for Hyunmoo, it wasn't much different from plucking and burning weeds by the roadside."Do you have any other money?"

Black smoke rushed into the dark cave.

Because goblins live in crypts, there is little lighting. You can't light a fire inside, and you can't use electricity. In addition, the smoke from burning crystal moss smells sweeter than burnt smell.

It will be a little late for the goblin to notice. In addition, Hyunmoo's venom was contagious, so it was transmitted in an instant.

“Can I tell you something interesting?”

"What?"

"As a person who was originally a collector, I'll let you know because I've seen all kinds of stars. Crystal moss residue is extremely poisonous, which paralyzes the extremities of the extremities just by touching it by ordinary people. I'm 100% dead."

Hyunmoo giggled and looked at the thick smoke.

"It's hard to see goblins as ordinary people, so the effect won't be that great, but can you continue to live in this smoke and water-contaminated village? With children? It must be hiding."

Hyunmoo grinned while covering his mouth. Lenian stared at Hyunmoo.

"I think it's the first time I've seen a butler like that."

"What. Was there anything else you would like to do?"

"That's right. Butlers are the type of person who enjoys pushing weak people into useless limbs."

Hyunmoo gave a slightly stern expression. It's definitely a look that can be a little subtle if you look at it from the side.

But how about If you add up the number of times the goblins have killed themselves up to this point, it might be similar to all the goblins living in this village. It is also simply a number.

'My life is heavier and more precious than one goblin.'

It's an exchange fee that doesn't even need to be counted. Hyunmoo said sternly.

"So what, are you feeling bad?"

But to that, Lenian answered with a broad smile.

"If the butler is happy, the fairy is happy too!"

***

Black Handed Goblin—He had the name Kirson in the village. After reconnaissance, he felt something strange even before he arrived at the village.

Apart from not finding the bizarre human he had been concerned about recently. Because it's been happening a lot lately. But today, I didn't even have the gaze I felt sometimes.

'Has he finally gone away?'

Kirsson thought that that side would be better. It is unavoidable to be resurrected even if killed or killed. Because in this world, it's impossible to discuss every single thing that doesn't make sense.

It was enough for him to stop him from approaching the village.

'He's not only capable of resurrecting, but he's even mean-spirited. He must never be approached.'

Beyond this, he could not increase the damage.

However, as Kirson approached the village, he realized that his thinking was wrong. He grinded his teeth as he saw the corpse of an old goblin floating on the water under the collapsed sinkhole.

The old goblin's body was devoured by fish, making it difficult to recognize, but a dagger was pierced around his neck.

It was the scout's dagger that was killed by that human.

Kirsson broke out in a cold sweat before getting angry. The guy is near the village.

'Did you pursue me?'

I had that feeling before. He went back and forth dozens of times to get rid of him or even surprise him in reverse, but in the end he was caught.

Kirsson hurriedly headed towards the village secret passage instead of thinking about it complicatedly. He's never the type to come through the front door.

As he arrived at the secret passage, he saw traces of burning something. Kirsson was about to smell what he had burned, but when he sensed a sweet scent, he quickly covered his nose.

It is the incense of burnt crystal moss.

Mana contamination doesn't have a strong effect on Kirsson, his hardened warrior. But that's not to say there aren't many. Kirsson immediately recalled his son in his village.

After that, he didn't seem to run sane.

At some point, Kirson entered the village. The villagers had already noticed the incident and were fleeing.

Because the village was dark, it was not easy to find the black smoke, and the goblins guarding the main gate hadtily issued an alarm and then started to run away.

However, when the smoke at the front door filled up to the ankles, it was already up to the waist in the village.

However, the villagers were still struggling near the entrance of the subway station. It was not known which was more dangerous, the warning not to go outside and the smoke-filled village.

"Kirson!"

One of the remaining scouts saw him and called him urgently. When he heard the report, he said that there were a lot of goblins who drank water and became unwell.

And he said that those goblins inhaled smoke while lying down and that their condition seemed to have gotten worse.

He drank the water, and Kirsson's eyes burned at the words that it had come to pass. I remembered the dead body in the sinkhole earlier.

He was poisoned in the water.

The blisters were also weak compared to the traces of fellow goblin scouts, but the symptoms were similar.

Another person came running and calling his name. It was reported that the body had been found on the side of the alley.

It was obviously a corpse that was killed in a surprise attack while trying to find a place to hide after leaving the village because of the smoke.

Goblins who are not scouts are afraid to wander around like this during the day.

The goblins who escaped from the village tried to hide in even the slightest secret, and such places were the best place for a surprise attack.

Three such bodies came out.

It was hunting isolated and frightened goblins. Kirsson felt his head grow darker and darker.

Never before had an attack like this occurred. Usually, when an overwhelming and irresistible monster enters, they run away like a chase. And when he felt safe, he would come back and build a barrier.

However, the drinking water source as well as the village were contaminated with toxic smoke. I can't live here anymore.

Kirsson's mind turned white when he realized that the shelter he had barely built had been blown away by just one human.That guy. that human bastard.

He should have killed him a hundred or a thousand times.

Just as his head seemed to turn around in anger, Kirsson heard someone calling out mournfully. It was a small voice, but I couldn't miss it.

One of his men was running with his son in his arms. He could see his son drooping and coughing up his nose.

His son was calling himself. He had blisters on his hands and feet.

Kirsson gave a long roar.

***

The goblin was stalking, holding his breath. His eyes were full of fear.

He was originally not supposed to walk around at this time. But since he got out of his village, he couldn't be bothered to wander around in that open road.

The goblin hurried to find a place to hide his body. I saw a pile of garbage piled up inside the alley. He smelled disgusting, but it looked good enough to hide his own body odor.

As the goblin was approaching the garbage heap, he heard a mosquito flapping his wings. The moment he was startled by the sharp sound that pierced his eardrum, something slipped into the back of his arm.

"Quick!"

Tack, Tack! At the same time as a scream, I heard the sound of something running behind me.

The goblin looked back quickly.

'human!'

Although the goblin is not a human in front of him, he has dealt with other humans before. They are weak and insignificant bastards.

He pulled out his dagger, but his arm didn't listen. Soon, the blackened necrotic arm convulsed.

Hyunmoo's right hand, clad in a rag, smashed the hidden goblin's head.

puck! The goblin tried to grab Hyunmoo and collapsed helplessly.

For Hyunmoo, who has been trained in fighting the black-handed goblin, dealing with an ordinary goblin was no longer difficult.

If the level of the scouts was 18 to 20, ordinary goblins were about the same as Hyunmoo.

[Level Up!]

Hyunmoo gave a proud expression. How long has it been since you heard a level-up message?

As they poked around the burrow as expected, the goblins that came out like rats were scattered and hid here and there.

Most of them hesitated to leave the subway entrance, but it was not difficult to hunt the scattered goblins.

Now the hunting side was reversed.

A roar of someone could be heard in the distance.

Hyunmoo slowly raised the corners of his lips.

"Don't get too excited already. There's plenty of time."

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