Hoarding in Hell Novel

The experience of hearing a voice he had never thought of or heard was terrifying.

No, it wasn't a voice. Usually, they do not express their thoughts with their voices. I don't know if it's a text or an image.

Hearing a woman's voice was just Hyunmoo's imagination, and it was just Hyunmoo's idea.

'Are you going crazy after all?'

Hyunmoo has always thought he could. I thought it was strange not to go crazy after dying hundreds of times in this hell. Gradually, the idea of ​​life and death is starting to get weird, but you can't just keep your mind intact.

After a terrible event, I saw a lot of news in my head that someone ordered or had no choice but to follow.

But what about now?

'I'm just saying, just in case, don't go crazy. Because that's often the case.'

Hyunmoo was even more frightened. He wasn't sure if this was really the voice he had imagined, or if it was really someone speaking to him.

'Or it's probably not possessed by a ghost, so let's go to the right right now.'

Hyunmoo's body convulsively turned to the right. Unlike the road with many passages, the alley side was dark and cramped, and there were many obstacles. But Hyunmoo had no time to stop.

Still, he couldn't figure out why he turned to the right.

But Hyunmoo soon found out that this was a better choice than driving down the boulevard.

Mosquitoes followed Hyunmoo tenaciously, but the alleyway, where buildings leaned against each other and collapsed, was nothing more than a tunnel. Of course, there were many opportunities for mosquitoes to enter as Hyunmoo passed by. However, their number was significantly reduced.

'… … No, it doesn't seem like a good choice.'

The alley was blocked. Hyunmoo looked upwards, blocked by the rubble of a collapsed building. It wasn't that there wasn't anything to climb on, but it was incredibly high.

You'll probably get bitten by a mosquito while hanging on the wall. A mosquito sat on Hyunmoo's left arm. But the mosquito snout couldn't pierce the grasp of the ochet he wore on his left arm. Hyunmoo just smashed him against the wall.

'Because it was a good choice.'

A thought that comes to mind again, regardless of one's will. Hyunmoo didn't want to recall, but he didn't know what to do with the voice that came to mind.

Mosquitoes ran straight ahead. Hyunmoo clenched his teeth and killed any mosquitoes he could find.

He didn't want to just die. No matter how useless... … .

'done. great job.'

Hyunmoo's desperate determination was over before he could catch ten mosquitoes. No more mosquitoes. Confused, Hyunmoo found that mosquitoes were standing still in the air in the particularly cramped section.

Mosquitoes are constantly hovering around, not hovering in the air. Hyunmoo felt the strangeness and realized what it was until he got closer.

It was a cobweb so thin that it was invisible to the naked eye.

Mosquitoes that had pierced even the barricades reinforced with crystal moss were caught in the web and flapping around.

'But it's definitely the way I came in, isn't it?'

Looking to the side, I saw spiders the size of a fist spinning a new web. As soon as Hyunmoo came in, it seems that he started weaving the web.And it was easy to see why mosquitoes didn't get in through the big hole in the head.

The bridge, which I thought was the silhouette of a collapsed building, squirmed and moved.

A spider the size of a two-story building was moving slowly overhead.

[Widow Spider (LV 87)]

An overwhelming presence that had never been seen before was nesting above Hyunmoo's head.

'You'll be safe until Yogulem gets annoyed.'

Hyunmoo was finally convinced. Something whispered in his head brought him here. I don't know who he was, but he was kind to Hyunmoo.

'Who are you?'

'Who do you think it will be? In the rules of this world where even the stars are forced to remain silent, and it is difficult to carry out anything without a family member, who is the only one who can whisper to you?'

Hyunmoo intuitively thought this was one of the stars. And seeing the abilities it showed, he had no choice but to think of one star.

Whispering Star, Montstril.

***

[Moonstril, whispering star, is watching you.]

'You have a brain that doesn't say your name out loud.'

Montstrille whispered with a low laugh.

'The situation is now that I am throwing ashes on Yogulem's banquet table. You're still thinking it's a coincidence. Yogulem will be offended if he finds out, but we can't ruin this cute chunk of charm just to suit his perverted taste... … .'

Monstril's voice sounded like a young woman, and it sounded like the cries of her old grandmother. She seemed to be trying to catch an echo that she couldn't catch, no matter how specific she tried to recall.

'Pretend you're trying to figure this out.'

Hyunmoo moved his body unknowingly. As if thinking while walking. The thoughts, no, the whispers that Montstrille gave off were a voice that seemed to stimulate his instincts.

Anyone who has never experienced such an unusual situation will find it difficult to bear. It seemed understandable to claim that he had gone insane or manipulated. However, Hyunmoo had all the control.

till now.

'Can you read my thoughts?'

'Not everything, just talking to me.'

Fortunately it was

However, it was difficult to differentiate between thinking alone and thinking as if talking to someone. Because if you tell me not to think about elephants, I will think of elephants.

'What do you want from me?'

'To end this ordeal, which you foolishly accepted, as soon as possible. The more Yogulem's family eats your corpse, the more they go crazy, and the number will increase. Your characteristics that are continuously revived are the worst in compatibility with this quest.'

Hyunmoo found it hard to believe that Montstrille had pure intentions. However, Montstrille was favorable to Hyunmoo from the beginning.

He presented rare skills without any cost, and he is still saving them like this. However, Hyunmoo had no choice but to think that the debt he had to pay was growing.

'Why are you saving me?'

'I'm going to bring you into my house.'

Montstrille spoke frankly. Hyunmoo also expected the answer.

'Isn't the others the same?'

'There are only five people in this world who are really interested in you. Yogulem, Ardan, Gaul, Verde, and me. But Yogulem and Ardan think you're just a fun toy. Verde is cautious. Gaul is… … No one knows what that cunning bastard is thinking.'

'… … Why the hell are you so interested in me? I'm on a better level than a goblin.'

'Because there were no new players at this point. The situation was stagnant, and everyone was struggling to come up with a solution somehow.'

player? Hyunmoo pondered what that meant, and asked if it was a term referring to a talented person. At this point, the only human being, that is, Hyunmoo, did not seem to be wrong.

'You're better than the others, isn't it?'

'You'd think I'd be better off if you knew how other niggas might flirt with you. The star is a world biased by simple desires and wills. The strategies they pursue follow their individuality.'

'what do you mean?'

'If you are full of unfulfilled desires and endless desires, you will be drawn to Yogulem. Ardan will prey on your hatred and destructive instincts to attract them. If you want to fill the world with silence, you will follow Werd. If you endure all that, you will probably fall into Ghaul's grasp. Because he always laughs at the end.'

'you are?'

'Love me.'

Montstril laughed in a low voice.

'Praise me, worship me, obey me. It's not humiliating. Because lovers are equal. I will give you the same praise. as my fighter. And everyone will recognize and love you too.'

Certainly, compared to the aforementioned four, Montstril's enchantment was sweet.

Just loving and being loved can give you strength. And wanting to be recognized and loved by everyone else was exactly what Hyunmoo longed for.

The more I listened to Montstril's voice, the more I felt like I was falling into a sweet swamp.

She is comfortable in her arms. If she was protected and trained her abilities like this, wouldn't she be able to grow much more easily than she had ever crashed and broken by herself?

It was too lonely and difficult to face this hell alone.

"I am……."

[The Broken Star, Ghaul is watching you.]

With a sharp sound of Zeng, Hyunmoo pounded her hair pack. A migraine struck her as if she was beating her head with a hammer.

But only for a brief moment, and as soon as the headache disappeared, the hazy consciousness returned as if drunk. Hyunmoo noticed what he had to say.

"I have a girlfriend."

I spoke aloud, but there was no answer from Montstril. She did not know how she accepted the offer.

Have you ever messed up?

Now, isn't that the idea that you'll have to roll away that spider's web and die a hundred times before you can come to your senses? Hyunmoo remembered Yumin's face.'A hero is not worth having one lover.'

'Now this is my opinion, or did you mean it?'

'That's what I, Montstril said. I thought he wouldn't be an easy man anyway. And it's not an ordinary romantic relationship as you might think. I think I want to invite you to my harem. I thought that if I roll it a few times in Yogulem's mouth, it would come to my senses, but it would be better to provide a way to overcome the ordeal.'

'How to get over it?'

'The easiest way is to be with me or someone else's family.'

Montstrille laughed and whispered.

'But he turned down the easiest way... … I have no choice but to go the way I try.'

Then a shadow fell over Hyunmoo's head. The giant widow spider came silently.

Faced with hundreds of black eyes, Hyunmoo tried to back away, but at some point he stumbled and fell in the sticky web that wrapped around his ankle.

His hand on the floor did not come off. Dozens of spiders rode on Hyunmoo's body.

'I will complete your clumsy toy.'

"No, wait..."

Before Hyunmoo could finish speaking, the widow spider quickly swung into a web. In the blink of an eye, Hyunmoo let out a silent scream as they were both trapped in a web. His eyes darkened.

***

"Kiruk, are you sure?"

"Because I'm sure. Just cut it out quickly."

Suddenly, a light poured into his eyes. Hyunmoo, who was asleep, turned his eyes to the discomfort, but the outside presence did not. He grabbed Hyunmoo's collar and pulled him tighter. With a tutu-tuk, a cobweb fell off Hyunmoo's body.

"Boss, are you awake? Kiruk."

As Hyunmoo had a blank expression on his face, Kirsson sighed. As he looked at Lenny Ann as if he had been given permission, Lenny Ann nodded his head. Kirsson pulled his fist back. In an instant, his fists slammed into his chin.

"Uh-huh, huh!"

Hyunmoo then took a deep breath and snorted. The surroundings were unfamiliar. In the vacant lot without even crystal moss, there were only Hyunmoo, Lenian, and Kirson. Kirsson looked around anxiously as Hyunmoo coughed.

“Kiruk, I think you should move first.”

"Wait. Butler, are you out of your mind? If I draw some blood, will you come back to my senses?"

Lenian tried to stick a straw between Hyunmoo's forehead. Hyunmoo quickly grabbed the straw and pushed it away.

"You've come to your senses! Good luck, butler."

"……okay."

Hyunmoo didn't know what had happened. It seems that the widow spider had wrapped him up in a web and carried him here. But why?

Then Hyunmoo noticed an unfamiliar silhouette standing in the middle of the empty lot.

it was an orc

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