Hoarding in Hell Novel

[Ratman Shaman (LV 31)]

Returning to the shelter, Hyunmoo brought the last man he killed into the family and brought him back to life.

This guy was also 11 levels lower than the guy Hyunmoo had met. The level was similar, but because of the binding effect of the oath, they were obedient.

The reason Hyunmoo found him was none other than one.

Magic.

In fact, if you understand it in a game sense, you can't tell the difference between superpowers and magic.

Even now, some talented people normally shoot fireballs and shout 'Fireball!' 'Cause you're saying the same thing

Let's put aside the shriveling as it's a problem related to the pretentiousness and jinx of only Hunters.

Hyunmoo wasn't so hungry for new skills. But when I think of the Jin that Kirsson caused the Flood in the truncation dungeon, I suspected it was some kind of magic.

Hyunmoo asked Kirsson how he made the gin and why he painted it that way, but the answer was simple. It was just a form that was known that way from the beginning.

"Hey, do you know how to use magic?"

When Hyunmoo asked a question, the shaman had a blank expression on his face and then slowly opened his mouth.

"Yes. As a shaman, I have a duty to unearth forgotten knowledge."

"Okay then... no, wait. How am I supposed to understand this now?"

Hyunmoo was taken aback without hesitation.

The words of the shaman now were not human language.

Normally, non-human language had to go through interpreting magic, but it was natural to understand.

"Kirson, is it your official language or something?"

"Our boss is shamefully illiterate."

I could easily understand what Kirson was saying. And because Kirsson was short, it was easy to kick.

'What skill did I get without knowing it?'

Hyunmoo panicked and started looking through the skill window as well as the inventory.

It was then that Hyunmoo realized that he had one more title.

[Behind the veil: +1 understanding of all kinds, increased stress when using magic]

It was a title earned by accomplishing impossible achievements.

Looking at the title of 'being behind the veil', there was a point to point out.

'The monster that Janok Max summoned. Was it because I only saw the monster?'

It wasn't just the titles that were bizarre.

'What is all sorts of understanding? And does using magic increase stress? No, let's put it off because we're going to learn about magic from now on. The problem is that my understanding of everything has risen by 1.'

The problem was that I didn't know exactly what this was.

Hyunmoo looked at the skill window to see if anything had changed, and suddenly noticed that the name of a skill he had not normally paid attention to had changed.

[Understanding heterogeneous languages ​​(rare)]'… … Wasn't this the general grade?'

The level of what is usually called a translation skill had risen by one level. I remembered that it was definitely a normal grade because I got it very easily.

Hyunmoo wondered if 'understanding' +1 means that all skills tagged with understanding will rise by one level.

No matter what level the skill is.

"Magic rat, can you teach me magic then?"

"Impossible."

It was an answer that fell like a knife. This was not a lie, as the shaman was in absolute obedience because of the binding of the oath. But Hyunmoo didn't understand.

"If magic is knowledge, how is it that knowledge that cannot be taught to others is transmitted?"

"All magic is allowed to be read only by those who have been chosen to understand through unearthed knowledge. As a shaman with the lowest level of understanding, I am engaged in the work of excavating knowledge."

Hyunmoo started to organize.

“So, if there is an item called a magic book, and you have the skill to understand magic, you can read it, right?”

"That's right."

I already knew through Seo Ji-hoo that there was a skill called ‘understanding magic’, so I was able to understand it quickly.

Hyunmoo remembered the magic book of Yanok Max, which is still sleeping in his inventory. My curiosity was rekindled, but I had no desire to read it again.

If tears of blood flow even after reading the table of contents, something other than tears of blood may come out when you read the text.

"Do you have any magic books?"

The shaman took a book out of his pocket. Hyunmoo could tell that it was the magic book the shaman was talking about.

I took it as a test and read it, but I couldn't read it according to the shaman's words.

Instead of entering the eyes, the letters distorted the field of vision and caused motion sickness. Hyunmoo suffered from a headache long after he closed the book.

He can't read even the lowest rated books. Hyunmoo felt annoyed.

"What magic is written here?"

"Curse, meditation, and..."

The spells listed were the only ones that didn't leave a very deep impression on Hyunmoo. What is it about such crude magic that makes it so difficult to even read this?

Hyunmoo was somewhat stubborn and began to look through the spellbook again.

But this time too, it was scary to see it in my eyes, and my vision started to get distorted here and there. Motion sickness rose, but instead of taking his eyes off Hyunmoo, he widened his eyes.

"...this damn thing fucks humans on a piece of paper."

Hyunmoo stared at the piercing painting, with his eyeballs rolling back and forth, and pain as if his head was going to split.

Hyunmoo, who had a strange sense of direction, could no longer stand and lay flat. Still, he didn't take his eyes off him as if he was going to have a snowball fight with a paper book.

The goblins looked at Hyunmoo in bewilderment.

"Boss, boss?!"

"Leave them enjoying themselves. I'm having another attack of anger control disorder."

Kirsson, who had already seen Hyunmoo like that many times, didn't really care.

Hyunmoo's willingness to fight the absurd has already been seen many times. I'm doing it because I want to be able to endure it, and I'll figure out when to quit on my own.

However, Hyunmoo was unable to quit, contrary to Kirsson's thoughts.

***

Hyunmoo's eyes could not comprehend any text or image. All letters and symbols were distorted, scattered and disassembled. So was hearing.

All words turned into meaningless screams. The sense of taste, smell, and even touch felt completely new. Everything was in chaos, as if washing the brain.

"gig."

All Hyunmoo could do was make a strange moan.

In a world where there were no concepts and all meanings were fragmented, everything was completely different from the world we originally saw.

Creatures and colors that I had never seen in my life fluttered, and whispers of unknown meaning began to chirp incessantly.

Hyunmoo felt as if he could not feel anything at the same time as many senses were opened besides his five senses.

This place was chaos where nothing was organized.

It was then.

When Hyunmoo was in a state of being unable to comprehend anything, something with a strangely sharp image appeared.

It was neither fragmented nor scattered, and had a complete form. I don't even know what it means to be whole.

I don't know the name. don't even know

But it looked straight at Hyunmoo and tilted his head puzzledly.

Then, he came closer, and immediately sticking out his long tongue and licking Hyunmoo's eyes.

"Ugh?!"

Hyunmoo shivered his body with a squeaking sensation. But his body was so numb that he couldn't even blink.

It also licked the other eye long. Tears streamed down my eyes as my eyes were itchy like crazy.

In the clouded tears, Hyunmoo felt the images and symbols slowly take their place in front of his eyes.

Finally, my vision returned to normal. And he could find out the identity of the 'it' that licked his own eyes.

"Butler, have you been doing something strange again?"

It was Lenian.

***

[You have acquired Magical Understanding (General).]

[Understanding of Magic (Normal) is increased to Understanding of Magic (Rare) due to the effect of 'Understanding Everything +1'.]

After a while, Hyunmoo returned to a completely normal state.

As soon as I learned the understanding of magic, a message appeared stating that I had acquired the understanding of magic.

Again, it seemed to be a title special effect.

Hyunmoo wanted to read the tome right away, but his eyes were itchy like crazy, so he had no choice but to close his eyes and scratch. Tears flowed out.

But Hyunmoo couldn't be mad at Lenian. I don't know how crazy he would be if it weren't for Lenian.

"Lenian, did you know what my condition was and help you?"

"Are you going to help? The butler was spilling the broth wastefully, so he just licked it and ate it."

“……”

I don't know if that's a joke or a serious one. However, it was clear that Lenian had helped him to master his magic understanding."I owe my life unexpectedly."

"You owe brain water?"

"Do you see my skull as a bottle cap?"

“But if you want to pay off what you owe your life to, you have no choice but to pay it with your brain.”

If you say you have to pay back what you owe your life to, it's not really wrong. But Hyunmoo had no intention of doing so.

If the condition to repay the favor is to give brains, then I'll just end up being an ungrateful motherfucker.

Fortunately, Hyunmoo was the type who didn't feel any guilt about that.

Hyunmoo picked up the spell book. And he freed the oath from the Ratman Shaman Seo.

As soon as the restraint was lifted, the shaman's eyes began to tremble as the light returned. It was because all the memories while incarcerated remained intact.

There was no difficulty at all in understanding the contents of the magic book. It felt like reading a fairy tale book. Hyunmoo went beyond understanding magic and has also mastered magic, so it may be natural.

Hyunmoo used his most rudimentary spells towards the shaman book. The shaman was stunned for a moment, then let out a strange groan and vomited black water.

There was a strong smell of tar. Hyunmoo nodded, for a moment, the ratman started spewing tar from the pores of his body.

The shaman quickly became like a rat drowning in a barrel of oil. Hyunmoo stopped his spell in a panic.

Fortunately, the order was stopped before it got worse. He thought it was just a spell that made his movements dull and slow. However, he did not know that he could spit tar from his body.

"Kiggy! Geek, buy, save me..."

"Uh, Mr. The floor almost got dirty. Hey, quickly drag him outside and kill him."

The goblins tried to drag the shaman away. Then the shaman abruptly pushed the goblin away and ran towards Hyunmoo.

The moment Kirson was about to cut the shaman, the shaman suddenly fell to the floor.

"Great seeker of knowledge!"

"……What?"

"I see a great being! I have seen you leap from a worm that wandered through the depths of knowledge and leap into a bird! Please help us find the lost name, the lost knowledge!"

Hyunmoo was bewildered by the shift in the shaman's stance. But he also found out what the ratmen were obsessed with.

As in the case of Yanoch Max, the ratmen were obsessed with their lost race name and god.

That is why they even created so-called shaman librarians, who search for knowledge and information.

The scene in which Hyunmoo, who knew nothing about him, learned magic in an instant, seemed to be a wonder itself.

"Am I that great?"

"I don't know. I'm just saying something because I don't want to die."

Kirsson smirked.

Hyunmoo walked towards the Ratman Shaman. The shaman, whose body was wet with water, or even tar-soaked in the shape of a rat, was trembling and did not even dare to make eye contact with Hyunmoo.

Hyunmoo looked at it and smiled.

"Kirson, how many ratmen are there around here?"

"We have identified about 60 animals."

"Isn't there a shortage of workers these days?"

The time has come to add diversity to the members of your organization.

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