Hoarding in Hell Novel

In the underground camp, the red and black walls blended together to create a bizarre color.

Inside, there were only conscripts and regular soldiers wearing masks, so no one doubted the shaman who was dragging Hyunmoo.

However, since the guards guarding the entrance are not present, doubts will soon arise.

Hyunmoo had to reach his goal before that. At some point, his eyes opened wide, revealing a space.

He was full of red blood and silver shards of iron.

The first thing Hyunmoo thought of was a butcher shop.

Countless fragments of monsters were gathered in each planned compartment, or they were moving on a conveyor belt.

At the very beginning of the section, numerous beast-race monsters that had never been seen before, such as werewolves, minotaurs, and wear bears, stood in a line with their eyes out of focus.

As soon as they entered a space at the command of the ratman soldier, they immediately turned into corpses and poured out to one side.

And according to the mechanical device and the hands of the soldiers, it was delicately separated into leather, flesh, and bone. Not a drop of blood was spilled, collected and sent somewhere.

Each part was divided as needed.

"...Führer Yanoch said that only us, the superior canines, have the right to exploit body parts from the inferior ones."

"Really... that's terrible."

To be honest, Hyunmoo didn't know what to say. It was just a match against the shaman.

His impression was that of seeing a butcher or slaughterhouse. Of course, when you see an animal being slaughtered, there is a feeling of cruelty or cruelty.

However, Hyunmoo also had experience in disassembling Ratman with his dismantling skill.

Horrible is just the sentiment of the moment, but he was vague to draw something emotional out of it.

'If I was disturbed by this in the first place, I would have become a vegetarian sooner.'

Of course, if you think of it as a human, you might feel the same emotions as the ratman librarian. But right now, it was difficult to fully empathize.

"Do you think you don't like this?"

The shaman did not answer.

It was clear that he was dissatisfied with the fact that he had brought Hyunmoo, who is an enemy, all the way here.

He was loyal to the Fallen Empire, but deeply dissatisfied.

Whether it be beasts or humans, I tend to follow the atmosphere around me. Even in human history, there are plenty of cases where people follow the law even though they know it is against justice.

"Okay. Did I mention that consciousness draws power through blood?"

The shaman nodded his head. Hyunmoo moved his feet in stride.

The goal was easy to find.

All the blood that was constantly flowing from the corpses of the beast race monsters was headed for a huge tank in the center of this underground cavity.

Instead of efficiency, the blood channel had the same bizarre and complex structure.

Above the tank filled with red blood, a green flame was seen burning in the air without a source.

"By the way, if I ruin this, won't your race be completely destroyed?"

The shaman flinched for a moment. But he nodded his head as if he was completely resolved.

"Even if we don't do this, we're already ruined anyway. But we're buying something to go to the deepest part of hell."

Hyunmoo laughed involuntarily.

Hyunmoo, a shaman, thought he might have some sort of Stockholm Syndrome.

He cannot accept the fact that he is only being threatened by humans, and believes that he is just trying to achieve a greater cause.

Even if it wasn't like that, the shaman's words were wrong.

It's not that I'm buying something to go to hell, it's already hell here.And the only ones who live here in Hell are demons. The shaman just didn't know that.

Those who don't know it will of course be eaten.

He will, of course, ruin his ritual enough to stop him. The quest must be broken.

However, the facilities will be maintained.

'Why ruin such an efficient slaughterhouse?'

Dismantling the hunted monsters and dividing them into useful parts is very important for hunters.

The monster's parts are converted into enormous values ​​and used throughout the industry.

It was important not only in reality, but also in hell, and for Hyunmoo's family. I didn't know how many items I could make. Hyunmoo felt like he had found an unexpected treasure.

The shaman guided Hyunmoo into the center without knowing what he was thinking.

***

The green light that soared into the sky shook unstable for a moment.

The Führer of the Fallen Empire, Yanoch Marx, frowned and looked up at the sky. The green light that overwhelms the viewer pierced the sky and passed through space.

It was a landscape that made one feel a sense of wonder, but now it was definitely shaking. It was clear that there was something fundamentally wrong.

"What happened to the dungeon?"

"Let's see."

The propaganda director, Oergil, who was having a meeting with Yanoch Marx stood up.

While Yannock Marx was working on his final plans, the acting president was supposed to be the head of the propaganda department, Oergil.

This is because the military marshal and the commander of the SS fled, and the chief of the military commander committed suicide.

Now, the only ones who stood by Yannock Max were those who were armed with conviction and madness.

Oergil went down with a few members of the SS, and Janok Max stood in the center of the magic circle on the roof.

The flags of the gray army advancing from all directions were unfathomable. No matter how many times I wiped them out, their numbers were endless.

'If I use this power, I might wipe it out again.'

Yanoch Max looked at the magic book that was placed in the center of the magic circle.

Even in the midst of the collapse of the empire, it was a 'book that forgot its title' that had been protected with countless sacrifices.

However, using this power meant that his final plan was delayed.

The plan is already late enough. No one could decipher this book.

Except for Yannock Marx.

Yanoch, who had a talent for 'understanding the world', was able to interpret at least part of the book for which he had forgotten the title.

His power was enough to make him the Führer of the Empire and to rule over all fangs.

When the war became unfavorable, Yanoch put the imperial power into interpreting the rest.

Many shaman librarians who were immersed in the interpretation work died vomiting blood through the holes in their body.

'It was a worthwhile sacrifice.'

only one day now. After one day, nine-headed mice appear on this land.

And they will tell you the true name of the nine-headed rat that they have forgotten, the name of their race, and the true identity of the empire.

Numerous shaman librarians were reciting spells around the magic circle.

At the center of the magic circle, Yanoch Max also began to add his voice. A spell that made the hearts of those who heard it uncomfortable rang out.

The shaman librarians surrounding the magic circle felt a bizarre feeling that something else clad in Yanoch Max's body was making a voice.

As Yannock Marx added his voice, the shaky green light slowly began to take its place again.

Then, at one point, a staggering green light flickered.

Raised in consciousness, Janoch Marx realized that one of the shaman had stopped reciting and looked at him.

Shaking his head nervously, the shaman realized his mistake and immersed himself in reciting again.

But another strange thing happened. One of the recitation phrases is wrong.

Starting with one, her rhythm was messed up, and the green ray that was taking place began to shake sharply.

Yannock Marx felt an oddity before he became angry. During the 100 days of ordering, this has never happened.

I forgot to recite or made a mistake. If there was such a person, I would have thrown it under that tower early on.

Why?

At that moment, Yan Nok lost his concentration and shook his head. But at the same time, his hand grasped the cause of the distraction.

A mosquito was dead in his hand, bleeding crimson.

'mosquito?'

Mosquitoes don't even come close. Because the mosquitoes in the area have already been swept away.

Before his doubts could go away, a scream broke out. One shaman had bitten another shaman's neck. Yanoch noticed the situation immediately.

"Enemy!"

Yanoch immediately killed the man who bit the shaman with a pistol. But similar things were happening all over the place.

Feeling the intense hunger in the eyes of the shaman who bit his allies, Yanoch remembered the starving star.

The wildfire quickly unleashed his magic and melted the mosquitoes all around him.

Mosquitoes poured down as a handful of blood, and the shaman's glow was quickly suppressed by the bodyguards.

Mosquitoes belonged to the starving stars, and it was clear that the shamans were cursed by the hungry.

Yanoch recalled the worst assumption of a union of the Weeping Star and the Starving Star.

oooooooooo!

A roar was heard that was getting colder. I felt the gray force's attack suddenly intensified.

The wall, which was strengthened with the magical power of the last plan, took a lot of damage and shook. The two spiers standing on the outskirts collapsed at the same time.

'Damn it, shaky beams are giving enemies a bad signal.'

As the green ray takes on an unstable appearance, the Weeping Star has not missed a chance.

The green light was blinking like it was about to go out as the shamans were dying and Yanok had stopped reciting his spells. In this state, it could not be converted to attack magic.

"The enemy is inside! Find it now!"

The guards rushed outside.

Yanoch began to recite in a cold sweat. Almost half of the shaman's wives died, so his burden was even greater.

Thump, thump. It was difficult to maintain the spell amid the fierce attack of the gray army.

After some time passed, I saw the door open again with a creaking sound. The green ray was stable, but still unsettling.

Yanoch was busy maintaining the spell.

A human appeared. Yanok had a puzzled expression on the face of a human he had not seen in a long time.

'Is that guy really a starving star?'

At that time, the appearance of a Ratman Shaman who became super-dead also appeared. The man opened his mouth.

"You've arrived."

A strangely casual look. Yanoch felt uneasy.

At that moment, someone slammed the human head.

The man staggered and fell to the floor. The head of the propaganda department, Oorgil, showed up, leading the members of the SS.

"What kind of 'you've arrived' to the subject who was caught and dragged? Are you crazy?"

***

Kang Hyunmoo laughed bitterly.I thought it was almost all successful. Oergil led half of the SS to the basement, and was planning to enter when the SS went out the door to find him again.

They were sold out on orders, so it was calculated that they could ruin it just by interfering with it.

The problem was that Oorgil came back with an ominous feeling along the way.

It's an ominous feeling. To entrust such an important decision to such uncertainty.

But how much did Hyunmoo also depend on that feeling?

The shaman curled his tail and tried to escape, but was caught, and Hyunmoo was no different. At the very least, it was the only way to prevent the situation from being killed.

When they were caught, Oor-gil grabbed Hyunmoo and dragged him to the roof.

"What is he doing?"

"He's a human who's been talking about his castle lately. Seeing him come to life, he seems like a wailing star, so I tried to interrogate him."

At that moment, Yanoch Max's face was distorted.

"Why bring such a bastard here? Is he aware of how important he is right now?"

Oergil seemed perplexed. In fact, Yanoch was right. Because he didn't have to drag him in front of the Führer just because he captured the enemy.

Oergil apologized and hurriedly tried to drag Hyunmoo away. It was then that Yannock Marx's and Hyunmoo's eyes met.

Hyunmoo stared intently at the rust and opened his mouth.

"Wait, wait! I have something to tell you."

"Say what you have to say in the torture chamber. I'll show the people how you are being dismantled and let the Weeping Star know just how stupid he is."

"Yanok Max! I have something to say! If you ignore me, you and all of your inferior rats will be annihilated! You wouldn't want that!"

The normal reaction Yanoch should have had was ridicule or disregard.

But he couldn't. It was because he was nearing the end of a huge work called the final plan, and the remarks about inferior rats were offensive.

Moreover, there was even a suspicion that he was the agent of a starving star.

"How dare these bastards who go out to pick up trash and eat..."

"Somebody said you are the best fangs, what the hell is that?"

Their gazes crossed between the ratmen. Laughter soon erupted. Yanoch smirked.

"That's what we're talking about. Although we've lost our true name and given such a vulgar name, when the nine-headed mouse appears, we regain our name..."

"No, that's all right. What's 'we'? Rat?"

Janok Marx was furious, but he could not find a suitable alternative.

Not being able to find a true name was like that. It was always a disgrace to have to compare or compare his superior and divine kind to other inferior beasts.

Even so, he had to get his name back.

"okay."

"Then what's the standard for a rat? A nice pink tail? Gray fur? Front teeth?"

"What is a mouse grip? You can tell just by looking at it."

“Then, is it determined by appearance?”

"It's not like that."

Janoch replied with a growl. There were already many who tried to refute Yanoch in this way.

"You must be unblemished of inferior fangs. Only pure fangs so chosen can regain their name and qualify to become citizens of the glorified Empire. In that case, you will be able to drop all your filthy stars!"

"Right."

Instead of trembling, Hyunmoo answered calmly.

"Then there seems to be one problem."

"The question is, what kind of problem is it to freeze to death?"

"You're a hamster, not a mouse."

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