Hoarding in Hell Novel

【Difficulty: Hell

Enter the star of the end.]

As soon as Hyunmoo entered Hell, he headed straight for the shelter.

As he arrived near the shelter, he heard a low-pitched flute sound. It was too low a sound for humans to hear, but I could feel my skin trembling.

It was the goblins signal that Hyunmoo had arrived. A goblin hiding near the shelter appeared.

"Are you here. Kiruk, boss."

"Yeah. Are the renovations going well?"

"Kirson's scout leader, Kirk. He's gone to search."

Goblins do not belong to Hyunmoo. But because Kirsson obeys Hyunmoo, they too follow Hyunmoo as their master.

Even the fresh food and daily necessities Hyunmoo brought were making their lives richer than ever before.

Hyunmoo entered the shelter. The shelter was empty, unlike before.

But Hyunmoo didn't panic and climbed up the wooden stairs and headed to the hidden basement. It was a secret fortress built by goblins by weaving sewers and basements.

Such spaces were forming hiding places around the crossroads.

'Now that's pretty plausible.'

After being tested by the starving star, Yogulem, he realized the importance of a hiding place and started creating it.

No matter how high a wall is built on the ground, monsters will be captured in an instant, and mosquitoes and insects will cover the ground. There is only one way to survive this hell.

inconspicuous.

Among them, this intersection was like a restart point for Hyunmoo.

No matter how much you die, there is no answer if you die immediately after being resurrected. As soon as he was resurrected, he had to make a place to hide.

Arriving in the central room of the basement, I saw Lenian sorting things.

"Huh? Oh, butler. Sorting things was a bit messy, so I was cleaning up. Goblins don't have the talent for organizing."

"If you look at what you do, you're home."

"Decorating a cozy home is the job of an insider."

The timid Lenian seemed to have put some fun into decorating the shelter.

Hyunmoo headed to the studio. There were already piled up monster appendages, various materials, and crystal moss that Kirson and the goblins had been steadily accumulating.

"It's pretty much piled up."

"This is for work and there are more in the warehouse."

This alone was a considerable amount. It would not be easy for a large clan's warehouse to stock up on rare items like this. Not to mention crystal moss.

But even while watching it, Hyunmoo suddenly felt sorry for the slaughter facility in the concentration camp in the Fallen Empire.

'The equipment and facilities piled up there must still be usable.'

The appendages of the piled up monsters were comparable to the appendages of the whole country, not the clan.No, in terms of quality alone, even if you combine all the materials distributed around the world, you won't be able to find any comparable items.

It was a facility enough to build a small country, but it seemed like it would be a long time later for Hyunmoo to visit it again.

It was already difficult enough just to get out of the crossroads.

'It was a strange quest.'

No matter how I thought about it, the quest was strange. Hyunmoo couldn't shake the suspicion that he had put himself there because he still wanted to solve the situation, or if he could.

Quests are not mechanical. I felt the intention and gaze of an unknown person. But it didn't seem like he was just hostile to him.

'If there is an intention... … Maybe someday we'll see each other.'

Until then, they will use each other.

"But what did you come here for? What else did you come to make?"

“Ah, I have a question.”

Hyunmoo started making the item right away without any hesitation. Exoskeleton gloves made by Do Won-kyung.

As written in the blueprint, the necessary metals and accessories were arranged and production was started.

The metal melted in the heat of the hand and then became a bundle, and soon the exoskeleton glove that I had envisioned in my head was created.

[Early Dungeon Guard Exoskeleton (Rare)]

[Physical Defense: Medium, Magic Defense: Medium, Mana Consumption: Low]

[Special Ability: Consistently consumes the wearer's mana to raise all stats below B among all stats to B-grade. Increases leap ability by 120% and sprint ability by 30%]

[Note: After Dr. Do Won-kyung's death, mankind thought that all knowledge for hope had been blown away, but it was not. An unidentified successor has compiled Do Won-kyung's knowledge and spread it around the world in a usable form. However, at that time, mankind was already close to being unable to recover. This achievement appeared sporadically around the world and shined, but it did not go through sufficient improvement and disappeared soon.]

"……Yes?"

Hyunmoo created an object that was several times better than the itemized exoskeleton of Do Won-kyung, but he was more interested in the annotations.

I am not interested in Do Won-kyung's research to save mankind or anything else. What Hyunmoo noticed was the mention of the name Do Won-kyung itself.

Up until this point, Hyunmoo thought that the comments he saw through Admiral Ren's spectacles were written by a guy named Ren.

However, writing about Do Won-kyung meant that even at this point in time, Admiral Ren was alive and watching.

'No, what is this guy doing?'

It may not be a big deal, but the fact that Hyunmoo's presence gave him chills gave him a chill.

Hyunmoo has already seen an out-of-system existence through the summoning of Janok Max. This quiet observer may be watching Hyunmoo as well.

'No, there is nothing to be afraid of. It's enough for him to be aware of his existence.'

You don't know much about stars anyway. If I hadn't been involved in the past, I'm not going to do anything in the future except to watch.

Besides, he's not watching everything. Because there were also items without annotations.

"boss."

After going out to search, Kirsson was returning. Kirsson approached me with a look of good luck.

"Boss, we have found the ones you mentioned before. Supply is cut off and morale is down, so they're like scumbags, so they're locked up in the sewers like rats. I think some of them have already eaten among themselves."

Hyunmoo had left Kirsson to search the remnants of the Fallen Empire.

Kirsson rejoiced as if suing about whether something had happened to the ratmen. He asked as he twisted the Winter Harvester's scythe.

"Are you going to wipe it all out, boss?"

I had no intention of doing so. He helped put an end to the Fallen Empire, but not out of grudges.

However, in order to achieve Hyunmoo's purpose, there seemed to be no difference between clearing it out in the end.

"Guide me. Bring your weapon."

***

visitation, visitation.

Deep in a sewer where water is stagnant. The ratmen were walking around anxiously with their yellow eyes shining.

The sewers that stretch out like a spider's web beneath the city are their domain, but they're by no means safe. There were many other monsters who liked this dark, damp space.

In particular, as the Fallen Empire had completely disappeared and their support and supplies were cut off, they were nothing more than prey.

And there were eyes that watched those mice in the dark.

[Ratman Conscript (LV 21)]

'What, the level has dropped by 10?'

Hyunmoo looked at the ratmen and frowned. In addition, the modifier of the Fallen Empire also fell.

Hyunmoo wondered if there was only one, so he looked at the others, but so did the others.

The ratman's class was the same, but the modifiers were all dropped and the level had dropped by more than 10. The higher the class, the greater the drop.

This is the same level as a goblin. That's why the ratmen looked weaker and shabby than before.

'Did the disappearance of the Fallen Empire have any effect on their ranks?'

It is said that there is a way to collapse the ability of the entire race in an instant, no matter what.

Hyunmoo, who had made all sorts of preparations just in case, felt the tension release.

Even in the Fallen Empire, Hyunmoo had never won a head-to-head match. To that extent, the ratmen were strong and scary opponents.

Of course, in real life, they are like sacks of shit.

There are no monsters like that in real life, so let's be second.

'Maybe I don't have to go out on my own.'

Hyunmoo is the final boss of the truncation dungeon, who suddenly came into the family from reality... … Reminds me of Ratman King.

What do these guys think of the Ratman King? Still, since the president was a leader, did he achieve democracy even in the wrong direction? Or will you work hard to become king again?

'Well, I should try.'

Hyunmoo summoned the Ratman King. The Ratman King, walking out of the darkness, still had a blank expression on his face.

The Ratman King was still in absolute obedience to Hyunmoo's orders because of the oath's restraints that held him around his neck.

Hyunmoo pushed the Ratman King into the swarm of Ratman Remnants.

The ratmen splashed in the water and backed off at the approaching presence.

They relaxed a bit when they found out that their opponent was a ratman, but they quickly noticed something odd.'Well, it's definitely different when you put it like this.'

The Ratman King, despite its name, was adorned with all kinds of bones in his cloaked robe, and a crown made of woven fangs was placed over his head.

On the other hand, the Ratman Remnants, even those who are defeated, are wearing uniform uniforms and well-smelted metal armor and weapons. Compared to the Ratman pack, the Ratman King looked like a homeless person.

Then a guy opened his mouth.

"Yanok Max?"

At the same time, there was a loud commotion between them for a moment.

Hyunmoo watched with anticipation. Come to think of it, Yannock Max was also a hamster like Ratman King.

Is it possible that the leader's lineage flows on the hamster side? It could have been a big help if they obeyed the Ratman King.

But one of the ratman conscripts said in a disgruntled voice Kek! ' and started to aim at the glaive. So did the other guys.

Apparently, there were a lot of dissatisfaction with Yanok Max. Judging from the circumstances, it seemed that obedience had crossed the waters.

'Well, seeing that he is a conscript, of course, there must be a lot of complaints.'

But before the Ratman could tear the Ratman King apart, things took a different turn.

"Kek."

Suddenly, the Ratman King coughed. The Ratman King stumbled unnaturally, then fell to the bottom of the sewer.

As they watched the Ratman King tremble and convulse, the remnants of the remnant began to shake. Hyunmoo knew what that symptom was.

'… … fine dust.'

The Ratman King from real life had no immunity at all. Even in Hyunmoo's family, that didn't change.

The Ratman King died without any help. He wasn't dead at Hyunmoo's hands, so he wouldn't be able to bring him back to life. There wasn't much to regret.

When the Ratman King collapsed, the Ratmen started tuk-tuk weapons. However, as soon as he learned that the Ratman King was definitely dead, he suddenly started screaming and slaughtering eggs with his weapons.

Hyunmoo could see one thing for sure. In real life, dragging someone around doesn't help. It is impossible to break through the barrier of fine dust if at least toxicity resistance is not developed.

'Then the plan will go back to the beginning.'

Hyunmoo took a step into his sewer.

The Ratman who lay eggs on the Ratman King's corpse discovered a new enemy and roared again. Their eyes were colored with madness and hunger.

Hyunmoo took out his ride while watching them run. and muttered briefly.

"now."

📷📷! With a brief crackling sound, the sewer filled with the shrill sound of mosquito wings flapping.

The moment the sensitive-eared ratman stopped screaming, hell darts were pierced all over their body.

Kirson and the goblins appeared from all over the dark sewers, holding blow guns.

Unlike the other ratmen, only one ratman standing with a wand covered his ears and stood there.

Hyunmoo quickly closed the distance while holding onto the ride. He found Hyunmoo belatedly and started to memorize the spell.

The distance was enough.

However, as Hyunmoo scatters the tom in the air, poisonous blood sprayed from the tip of the tom like a sprayer covered Ratman's body.

From then on, there were only screams.

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