Hoarding in Hell Novel

Jannock Marx couldn't understand Hyunmoo's words for a moment.

What is that kid talking about now? hamster? Of course, it wasn't that Yanok Max didn't know what a hamster was.

However, it is because the dictionary meaning and the current statement did not go well together. Am I a hamster?

Jannock Marx had never had such a thought. He just thought he was just one of the superior canine families.

"No, no... what are you talking about now? What is a hamster?"

"A hamster is not a mouse."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Hamsters are mice."

"No. Hamsters aren't mice. At least they're not rats."

Instead of indulging in this endless assertion, Jannock Marx wanted to issue an order to smash that bastard's head.

But the words he threw lightly were not light in this place.

The issue of ancestry and heredity was the top priority of the Empire.

Even thousands of Ratman heroes have been expelled or sent to underground camps because of pedigree issues.

"Don't bullshit!"

"Yeah, dog shit. That's it. Although a bit distantly related, hamsters are genetically closer to dogs than mice. You are closer to a Pomeranian than a mouse."

It is also a talent to make such non-stop noise. Hyunmoo speaks so calmly that he would have sounded convincing if it wasn't for a position like this.

If his ancestry wasn't important.

Even among the other members of the bodyguard, a roar spread. Doubts spread around those who hinted at Hyunmoo's secret takeover.

"Somehow, I have a habit of putting food on both cheeks..."

"Your Excellency was a little cute, but..."

But Hyunmoo shouted like he was pouring oil on it.

"I admit it! You're a hamster!"

"Crazy! Why am I a hamster!"

At that moment, the corners of Hyunmoo's lips went up. Dude, he didn't even know what he was talking about.

"Look! Short, plump body, droopy cheeks! Cute little ears, pink nose! Unlike you guys, that bastard is cute! Everything is saying he's a hamster! You guys know what a hamster is, right? "

As Hyunmoo said, Yanok was a hamster. It was an undeniable fact.

But Hyunmoo was talking as if it was natural for hamsters to really belong to the canine family.

Then, of course, Yanok admits that he is a hamster, and asks Hyunmoo, 'Why does a hamster belong to a dog? What kind of crazy sound are you talking about?”

Of course, if it was normal, even if there was a suspicion that the hamster was a dog family, there would be no ratmen who were swayed by such claims.

He must have been thrown out of the spire from the moment Hyunmoo started talking nonsense. But now there was a problem.

This was the last stage of the final plan.

The plan is to subdue all inferior species, leaving only the Ratman, the most superior fangs.

When this plan is realized, if Yannock Marx isn't really a rat, it's the ratmen that will go extinct.

At any rate, I couldn't help but think about that possibility.

It is impossible to pass all achievements to the wrong servant in the end after fighting fiercely and risking his life.

Because if Yannock Marx is not a Ratman, there is no next time.

"Cry! Throw him out of the spire right now!"

Yanoch shouted at the head of the propaganda department, Oergil. But Oorgil did not move.

A cold sweat formed behind Yanoch's back.

"Sir Führer."

Oergil opened his mouth in a hoarse voice.

"The final plan can be deferred. We ratmen are all ready to fight the Wailing Star. But if we err here, there is no other chance for our species. If there's any chance you're a tainted fang."Oorgil did not believe Hyunmoo's words.

He knew from the beginning that Yannock Marx was a hamster, not a gray or rhesus rat, which is the mainstream of ratmen.

However, it was also true that he had never asked the question, 'Do hamsters belong to rats?'

After that, the words of Oergil did not reach Janoch's ears.

Propaganda Director Oorgil has been promoting Yanok as the most superior canine pedigree.

However, if it were confirmed that Yanoch was actually some sort of defiled fang, I would rather kill him and bury him in the dark than admit it.

Because of his fanatical beliefs, Yanoch also trusted him and put him next to him.

“Are you all sane to be swayed by this crazy sound?”

Hyunmoo couldn't help but laugh. What Janoch said was also in line with his thoughts.

'You're the one who created the environment where you can't help but believe in such a crazy sound.'

Pure blood and blood supremacy.

It's a bullshit that has already been tattered by massive attacks in the human world.

Propaganda director Oorgil beckoned to the members of the SS. The bodyguards approached Yanok while hesitating.

Yanoch seized the book for which he had forgotten its title. The members of the SS who knew the power of the magic book stopped all at once.

Oergil, the propaganda director, said nervously.

"I will execute this human without delay. But apart from that, we just need to check briefly, Sir. Shaman librarians and scholars will be mobilized to verify the truth of this man's words, and whether Mr. Führer is a hamster or not, a mouse. Let's check if it belongs to the class."

But Janoch did not believe.

Up to this point he had never been pushed back from a power struggle within the Fallen Empire.

This is because the winner is thoroughly trampled to prevent it from climbing again.

"Oh my God, rats are mice! Where is a mouse that is close to a dog! Have you ever seen a mouse with a dog and a stomach!"

Yanoch's scream was close to the scream of a master.

He never thought that he would be ruined by such absurd nonsense.

Of course, Ya Nok did not think that he thought the same about the many prisoners who died in the underground camps for reasons of blood.

Yanoch had no intention of being pushed away like this. For a moment, he was convinced that the only way to prove his innocence was to summon the nine-headed rat.

If he shows the lost name and empire back, he will have no choice but to admit that he is the only president of the empire.

"I think the ratman is..."

Yanoch muttered in a hard voice.

"I suspect that the race was a little lacking to realize my perfect ideal..."

Oorgil was astonished when Yanoch put his nose on the book for which he had forgotten the title and began to memorize incantations. He took it as unsullied evidence of treason.

"Catch it! Or we'll all die!"

The members of the SS rushed towards Yanoch all at once. Just as the guards were about to insert the halberd into Yanok's body, a green flash of light exploded.

The bodyguards, who were shot with a flash of light, melted away in an instant, leaving only their bones.

The floor swelled in a circle around Yanok and it boiled. Members of the bodyguards approached Oregil's chasm, but as soon as he stepped on the boiling floor, he rotted, leaving only bones up to his knee.

The shaman librarians could not keep up with Yanoch's too fast reciting speed.

Soon after, the shaman librarians who could not stand the runaway of mana began to burst and die one by one.

Yanoch's recitation speed was getting faster and faster. Now it was almost a tinnitus rather than a spell. No one could get close to Yanoch.

No, there was one.

Kang Hyunmoo thrust a knife into Yanok's neck. His limbs were almost melting away, but unlike the other ratmen, his bones were not immediately visible.

[The poison of the poison becomes more powerful.]

However, Kang Hyunmoo's attack did not slow Yanok's recitation speed.

Hyunmoo raised his eyebrows and again swung his sword and slashed Yanok's body.

He blew poisonous blood inside his body, trying to break it down.

"■■ ■■ ■ ■■■■■ ■!"

In an instant, a flash of light flashed again and pushed Hyunmoo's body away.

Hyunmoo almost fell, but barely managed to hold the knife in Yanoch's body. With O Shet's six-handed grip, he was able to survive because he 'locked' his hand holding his sword.

No matter how much he stabbed with a knife or bit with his teeth, Yanoch showed no sign of collapse. Looking at the wounds, he had already died and had to come out, but it seemed that something strong was holding him back.

Hyunmoo felt the green flashes become even bigger than before. Suddenly, I realized that the gray army that had filled the horizon had suddenly gone out like an ebb.

'It seems like everything is ruined.'

"My great ideal!"

Yanok gritted his cute front teeth and shouted. It was the only word I could understand.

"It is through you in heaven and on earth!"

There was the sound of the sky breaking apart.

***

No one heard the sound of the sky splitting. The moment Yanok finished singing, everyone's eardrums burst.

No one saw what appeared.

After the green flash disappeared, all the lights of the world disappeared as if turning away from the place.

Hyunmoo witnessed the dark sky for the first time since coming to Hell.

Everything was painted gray, casting light and shade. Hyunmoo seemed to be seeing what 'dark light' was for the first time.

Nothing looked right. However, with the vibration of his trembling skin, he could feel that something huge was moving.

Hyunmoo couldn't quite figure out what it was.

It felt as if Yanoch's body, which he was holding tightly, was floating.

'Is gravity gone?'

It might be. But Hyunmoo came up with another assumption.

That there was something huge enough to hold gravity over his own head.

Hyunmoo fell to the floor as the knife he had driven into Yanok fell out.

Hyunmoo crumpled on the floor, thinking that the quest had failed for the first time. Hopefully he didn't know there was a way to speed up the Yanok spell.

'If there was such a thing, I wrote it earlier, why didn't I do it? Are there any side effects?'

The eardrum went out, but a dull, resounding vibration could be heard. In the dark, in the air, a bizarre silhouette was dancing.

It was Yanoch.

Yanoch was talking about something while dancing sobbing in the air.

He couldn't understand what he was saying. Hyunmoo didn't understand it.

Yanok was dancing in a way that his joints and muscles did not allow.

'Are you screaming instead of talking?'

Hyunmoo unconsciously avoided his gaze. I felt like I shouldn't have looked closely at what it was. He had a foreboding that he might go crazy if he tried to understand even the slightest bit.

He felt a pain in front of his eyes. My eyes sting like crazy.

Tears were welling up, and Yanok's appearance was blurry. Something gently grabbed Janok and wrapped it around him.

The silhouette, presumed to be Yanoch, was scattered like toy clay, divided into unrecognizable pieces. Fragments of something poured down his face.

squishy, ​​squishy. There was a foul smell of blood. Similar things were falling all over the place. With the eardrums ruptured, the destruction was taking place quietly.

Something hot drenched his back. You could bet it was blood and some bodily fluid.

Blood and flesh were pouring down from all sides. Something fell in front of Hyunmoo.

These were the glasses the propaganda director Oorgil was wearing. It was completely mutilated and full of tiny teeth marks.

"ね……"

Hyunmoo asked for a long way. He didn't know what was going to happen and he didn't want to die.

The pain, like a broken tooth, made him aware of his movement. Hyunmoo forced his body to squat with his survival instincts.

But he still couldn't figure out what was there. It was just a wide, black sky.Or the black sky itself is a bastard.

There were ratmen floating all over the place. The ratmen struggled with convulsive laughter or sobbing.

And all those who climbed fall down in equal proportions.

'Is this a nine-headed mouse or something?'

It was different from what I thought. There was absolutely no reason to think it was a rat in the first place.

'Turn over the board.'

Hyunmoo suddenly remembered such a situation.

If this world was the game board of some players, and if the ratmen were the losers of the game board.

And if you tried to overturn the plate to deny the fact that you were defeated without accepting the momentary change of circumstances.

If you've decided to just end the game by summoning an outsider who wasn't invited to the game.

From the beginning, being a nine-headed rat may have been the delusional wish of the rat men.

While diligently serving an unknown god.

Hyunmoo was too dark to face that indescribable being straight up, but he was sure he wouldn't be able to keep his sanity if he did.

Consciousness was blurring. He might be killed like this.

He doesn't even have any resistance.

There was only one thing Hyunmoo could do with such an overwhelming existence.

Hyunmoo passed out fiercely, raising his middle finger to the sky.

[Achieve impossible achievements!]

[You have glimpsed a fragment of an existence you should not have known.]

[You have acquired the title of 'Behind the Veil'.]

[All types of understanding gain +1.]

[Stress rises when using magic.]

[Quest Success!]

[The quest 'Nine-Headed Rat' was successful.]

[One 'Gold Box' is provided as a reward.]

[The reward is increased by correcting the level of difficulty.]

[1 'Gold Box' changes to 1 'Platinum Box']

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

[The remaining time until the next quest is 28 days 0 hours 0 minutes 0 seconds.]

[The Broken Star, Ghaul is watching you.]

[Wailing Star, Verde, is watching you.]

[Moonstril, whispering star, is watching you.]

[A fragment has been acquired.]

[The Star Fragment is strengthened.]

***

When Hyunmoo opened his eyes, the scenery he saw was just a ghastly ruin.

The sky had returned to an ominous red sky as if it had ever been, and there was not even a single gray army or ratman who had been making such a loud noise.

It wasn't hard to guess where it went. Because everywhere was full of ratman's corpse fragments.

He did not know why he was the only survivor. He just lived, so he thought it was all right.

Hyunmoo took a caramel from his inventory and popped it into his mouth.

Hyunmoo wandered around and noticed something.

He was still hanging on Janok's hand--I could recognize it because it was cuter than the other ratman's hands--- Anyway, he dropped it and looked at what it was.

It was a book with no title written on it.

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