Hoarding in Hell Novel

In total, eight goblin corpses were found.

Kirsson set out in search of a human with an expression that looked like it would break if touched. Behind him, a group of goblins with anxious expressions followed him.

The rest of the fightable goblins were hiding in a nearby building with the village's elders and children. There were several hiding places in case of being attacked, but it was the first time that he escaped for reasons other than being attacked by monsters, so he did not think of going there.

"Kirson, shouldn't we go back now?"

One of the scouts asked in a voice that could only be heard by humans as a click.

Seeing Kirsson's hardened expression, the scouting crew gently turned their head.

To be honest, what he said was right. Goblins are basically warriors, even children, but they are weak in this world. Even now, finding a hiding place was a safer way.

But Kirsson couldn't. He was not out of revenge, but for safety.

"He'll come back to see us again."

"Why? He killed our people first, and we also killed him several times. Since our people have died again this time, won't our resentment disappear if we give up our revenge here? If we kill him anyway, he will come back to life."

He didn't care at all that he looked like he was giving in. There's nothing you can't do in the yard that has lost a hideout that has been painstakingly built for a long time. Already they have experienced more humiliating work to survive.

Then, instead of answering, Kirsson raised his blackened left hand. The facial expressions of the goblin scouts changed to dismay.

"Did they whisper?"

"okay."

"...then it's unavoidable."

The goblins completely gave up. Instead, the will to kill people burned. They had a reason to rely on Kirsson.

If it weren't for Kirson, they would have already died and disappeared, or they would have been enslaved in a larger village.

"Where do you think he is?"

"You'll be watching me. I can feel the gaze."

If he had been devoted to hunting goblins, he would have already felt his presence.

However, after the chaotic escape of the goblins was over, he stopped hunting.

He didn't think he would have run away. Because he won't have an opportunity like this any more.

"Kirson, here."

One of the scouts stopped and whispered quietly. Blood stains remained on the floor. It was the latest blood.

Kirsson sniffed it and knew it was the goblin's contraceptive. One of the scouts cautiously commented.

“It may have been hit by another monster.”

Dangerous monsters roam around during this time. He was the one who attacked the village several times. But Kirsson shook his head.

"It smells like poison. It's mixed with his blood."It's just a trace I found. Kirsson followed his dotted bloodstains. They soon found other traces as well.

The severed fingers were lying on the floor. Then the wrist, then the elbow, and then the shoulder were laid out like a little bait. Goblin scouts sharpened their teeth.

"It's an open trap."

Bloodstains are enough to attract them. It didn't seem like he was trying to provoke him to do such a thing. Or a warning message.

But in the end, I had to choose between chasing or not chasing. They had no choice. This is because Kirson had already decided to pursue the humans.

Kirsson followed the bloodstains with a hard expression. The more they pursued, the less the scouts spoke. The scattered fragments were getting closer and closer to the shorter and more lethal area.

Imagining the state of the goblin that suffered this, the scouts trembled. I just wished he had died early.

But the goblins were getting more and more anxious. He was too far away from his hiding place. It was not known what was going to happen to the hideout while Kirson was gone.

Meanwhile, the goblins found themselves in an awkward situation.

The body fragments were split into three parts. At the fork in the blood, the scouts were perplexed.

"It seems like it was cut into small pieces for this purpose. A vicious bastard."

"It should be scattered. Was this what he wanted?"

Kirsson looked at the scattered fragments and beckoned to the other crew members.

"Go back."

"What?"

"The reason he didn't disperse us in the first place and dragged us out like this was to keep us away from the village. To shorten the time we had to go back. Maybe he has already raided the village. Unless you know your intentions, your hideout needs at least one more hand."

"But……."

“Anyway, I can handle this guy by myself. He grew up fast, but it wasn’t enough to beat him the day he received power. He knows everything about his breathing, gait, and mannerisms. He can kill him with his eyes closed. ."

The scouts nodded their heads. It was a known fact that Kirson had been killing humans several times. Once the judgment was made, the scouts acted quickly.

"Careful. Kirsson, you can kill him at any time. But if you die..."

"I know. Go back."

The scouts hurried their steps as if worried about their hiding place. Kirsson picked out the traces of his blood, and followed them. The dragged bloodstains were the most recent. Kirsson hurried his steps, thinking what he would think if he found a human.

'It's not easy to kill this time.'

Kirsson asked this far away. No, it might be the right answer not to kill him at all. Even if he dies, if he resurrects at any time, it is better to keep him locked up somewhere.

Kirsson didn't want to drag him into the village, and he didn't have the manpower to watch him from committing suicide, so he just killed him. But he had nothing to do with him as long as the village was caught.

'First cut off all limbs, and then... … .'

Kirsson's thoughts stopped. A goblin that looked like a bag of bags crawling in front of him.

Even though he had only one arm, he was running away somewhere, dragging his entire body. His blood was from the goblin.

Kirsson hurriedly ran to check the state of the goblin.

At that moment, a piercing sound echoed from behind. Kirsson bounced his body, striking three hell darts that flew at the same time with his prosthesis.

At that moment, Kirson clearly felt the human presence.

he was a bastard

Humans have always been watching themselves. Then, hiding his presence, he was waiting to be left alone.

***

Kirson ran towards the direction he felt the presence. The human quickly turned around. Kirson's dagger missed and nailed to the wall.

He said, "Did he think he could win if he was alone?"

Even if it could have been avoided by surprise, the moment the dart missed, he had already missed the opportunity.

"I'd rather hit it with all my might!"

Kirson shouted and ran towards Hyunmoo. bang! Hyunmoo's arm wrapped in a strong flag barely blocked Kirson's attack.

Hyunmoo's arms were covered in strange white tunics. However, as the durability was not very good, it began to crack and tear after only two occasions. The inside of the toshi was already covered in blood. The human face was distorted.

The fight didn't last long. Kirsson knew Hyunmoo's movements thoroughly.

As soon as he saw Hyunmoo's habit, Kirsson broke Hyunmoo's right arm at once. There was no bird to scream.

The moment the gap in his pain grew bigger, Kirsson grabbed his left arm without hesitation and crushed it. His hands were instantly suppressed, and Hyunmoo knelt on the floor.

Kirsson growled and drew his dagger.

"It would be better to give up the thought of dying easily."

Kirsson thrust his dagger against the tip of Hyunmoo's chin. But seeing Hyunmoo's expression, Kirsson stood still. Hyunmoo was smirking at him.

"Give me... a chance."

Kirsson's face twitched.

"What chance?"

"Now is my chance to die."

A moment of silence passed. Kirsson did not know how to respond to this absurd remark. Giving you a chance to die? what kind of bullshit is that The one who kills unilaterally is oneself. Hyunmoo hasn't even had a similar opportunity until now.

"Are you trying to live your life with bullshit? I don't kill you right now, I just want you to experience more of the pain and horror of death."

"You are alive now because I saw your family."

Kirsson's face hardened. His dagger pierced the tip of Hyunmoo's chin. Blood ran down his chin. Hyunmoo said with a big smile.

"What do you mean? Did you even take care of me?"

"If I had attacked your family, you would have been alive? But I left it to chance. It looked like it was poisoned, but it wasn't enough to die, right? Everyone was having a fever and coughing."

Even that much had already reached a sufficient threat to Kirsson. If the village is in a neutral state, a bigger threat can come.

"As you know, I will resurrect as many times as I want, and I will continue to fight you. I have a reason to kill you. Then one day I may kill you. But will your family be safe in the process?""If I keep you alive without killing me..."

"It won't be easy. I'm a little weaker than I look."

Hyunmoo shrugged and said.

"But I don't want to waste time, and I don't want to kill your family. Killing a child, even a goblin, is disgusting. Dealing with all those goblins is a difficult road. So I prepared this place. To show that you can threaten your family, and that it's difficult to completely subdue it."

Kirsson looked at Hyunmoo with agitated eyes. Hyunmoo looked into his eyes like that.

"My only purpose is to kill you."

Quietly.

"So, if you die here by my hands now, your family will be safe. How about it?"

Kirsson fell into silence.

That's absurd. There's no value in digging.

But it was quite possible. It was also to protect his family that Kirsson was trying to live in this terrible world. But Hyunmoo was saying that he could destroy everything around him only to take his own life.

"Is it enough for me to have only one life?"

Kirsson, who had been silent for a long time, opened his mouth. Hyunmoo smiled broadly.

"Sure."

"Okay. Then there's nothing I can do about it."

Kirsson held his dagger upside down.

However, Hyunmoo, who had injured his arm, had no way to hold the dagger. As Hyunmoo looked at him absurdly, Kirsson waved the dagger in front of Hyunmoo's eyes and said:

"What are you doing? They even give you a chance to kill me."

"No, what..."

"Ah, you can't kill me even if you give me a chance to kill me, because I'm an arm bastard. I can't kill you even if I give you a chance, but I'll have to work harder to kill me in the future."

Hyunmoo then saw Kirson's smiling face. Kirsson slapped Hyunmoo's cheek with the hilt of the dagger at once.

With a bang, fragments of Hyunmoo's teeth flew away. Kirsson glared at Hyunmoo and shouted.

"Don't sound like a dog, you bastard! I know what kind of person you are, but do you think I'll be deceived by that kind of bullshit?"

Kirsson also had his own evaluation of Hyunmoo. The conclusion he reached for Hyunmoo was that he was a mean guy who could never be trusted.

Hyunmoo spit bloody saliva and looked at Kirsson.

"Okay. I gave you enough chances. I endured it."

"What if you were patient..."

Kirson's words ended there. He could see Hyunmoo's broken right arm wriggling.

Kirsson tried to take a defensive move. However, Hyunmoo's hand, which was clad in gangki, hit the chin much faster than expected.

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