Hoarding in Hell Novel

"...what, that? Has the clan of another star already come?"

"no no."

Hyunmoo shook his head. Ha-Hyun felt Hyunmoo's face to be indescribably pale.

He just couldn't believe he was the one who was breathing so hard.

"I just received a curse, and I want to check what kind of curse it is. It's difficult if things suddenly break out while fighting."

"...a curse? What a curse?"

"It's a damn damn curse."

Hyunmoo muttered a bitter laugh.

“I think some motherfucker is going to make me win, but I don’t like that way at all.”

"What motherfucker? Has the Whispering Star made contact again?"

Hyunmoo wiped the sweat from his forehead with the spider-web cloth Ha-hyeon wrung in an instant. Hyunmoo answered with a confused expression.

"Broken Star."

At the moment Ha-hyun's expression came to mind, Hyunmoo tapped her shoulder with his fist.

"Oh, don't worry. It's okay for you guys. It might be better because you don't have to worry about losing."

Hyunmoo looked down at the blood stains on his hands.

Curse: Split.

The curse that Ghaul, the Broken Star, bestowed upon him was a very unpleasant kind of curse.

***

10 minutes ago.

Hyunmoo was in trouble. He was cursed, but he couldn't feel any immediate change.

[Every time blood touches the ground, the Cursed appears.]

The idea of ​​a curse executed through 'blood' as a medium was reluctant to Hyunmoo.

Due to the nature of his fighting style, there was a lot of bleeding, and it was necessary to bleed even to use poison.

However, if the curse was triggered every time he bleed, he had no idea what the variables would be in battle.

There was only one way to ascertain what the variables would be in battle.

Sprinkle blood on the floor beforehand.

But the curse did not end with one line.

[If the damned kill you, they will permanently replace you.]

'The cursed ones' means that not just one, but many may appear.

I can't even imagine what it would be like, but what if those guys who appeared like that were stronger than expected? Hyunmoo was creating an unpredictable enemy.

He might be aiming for his place.

"Lenian, what do you think of the curse of division?"

"What? The butler's curse?"

"Are you finally opening a buffet?"

Lenian knew the content of the curse Hyunmoo received, as if it was only natural. But he didn't seem willing to offer any particularly helpful comments.

"Try it once. We'll decide when the results come out!"

He didn't know what the hell he was going to decide, but he agreed that he had to give it a try. He didn't want to suffer the curse, as he didn't know what it was.

There is no reason not to not shed blood while fighting against the apostles.

Hyunmoo hardened his heart and prepared. And he carefully clenched his fist, dropping a drop of blood on the floor.

A drop of blood was dotted on the floor as if a seed had been planted.

Hyunmoo immediately backed away and pulled out a ride.There was no need to wait long. As soon as blood touched the floor, something swelled up like a plant. And at the same time, Hyunmoo felt his mana draining away.

It was about mana consumption when making legendary equipment.

"Uh-huh, cool."

Before he could panic, something suddenly rose from a drop of blood and let out a loud coughing sound.

He vomited blood violently as if he had been rescued from drowning in blood.

"It's the red butler."

“Let’s call him the redneck butler.”

The Lenians saw their opponent lying down and cried out.

Only after hearing those words did Hyunmoo realize that the other person had almost the same appearance as him.

I didn't realize he was all red from head to toe, but from size to shape, they were exactly the same.

He even had an arm encroached upon by the Redeemer's Yul.

There was no tom.

'this… … Is it possible to duplicate items?'

It may be just the appearance, but Hyunmoo secretly expected it.

Then the opponent raised his head and his eyes met. Hyunmoo instantly felt the blood rushing out of his body.

And I soon realized that he was the 'Cursed One'.

"What is it, you?"

The Cursed looked at Hyunmoo with a puzzled expression and wiped his face in disbelief.

What he originally thought was red skin was swept away by his hands.

The red color was just blood covered in blood.

In other words, 'The Cursed' had the same appearance as Hyunmoo when the blood was wiped off.

“You… were you born of that blood?”

“You… were you born of that blood?”

Hyunmoo and the damned opened their mouths at the same time.

Hearing the same voice as himself, Hyunmoo felt his fingertips get cold.

He wasn't mimicking his own voice. Indeed, he thought he was Hyunmoo.

"Are you cursed?"

"Are you cursed?"

He didn't have to speak any longer. It was clear that the other party thought so too.

He found the ride in Hyunmoo's hand. And the Lenians on Hyunmoo's shoulder.

At that moment, the decision he made was clear.

"Give it up."

The speed at which Hyunmoo swings his tom is one tempo slower. The murderous intent, anger, and desire of the cursed one was greater than that of Hyunmoo.

The moment he realized that he wasn't real, the damned chose extortion rather than giving up.

"ね!"

The ride Hyunmoo wielded was interrupted by the restraint's whistle he held.

Hyunmoo missed the ride at the moment of a violent move.

Skillful and fast action.

Hyunmoo immediately realized the situation when he saw the black smoke that began to wrap around his hand.

He was using a battle helper.

"What a fucking bastard!"

At the same time, Hyunmoo felt the mana draining out of his body.

Mana drains from Hyunmoo's body when the Cursed uses a skill.

It was like a parasitic plant that suddenly sprouted from a tree with the same root.

bang! The damned hit Hyunmoo's face first.

Hyunmoo stumbled and barely managed to grab a nosebleed in his hand.

His spine was wrapped.

If more cursed ones were born in this situation, it was obvious that they would also target Hyunmoo.

And the last line of the curse.

[If the damned kill you, they will permanently replace you.]

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Hyunmoo burst out laughing. The damned one shares roots with Hyunmoo anyway.

To 'replace permanently' would mean to cut off the main branch, Hyunmoo, and become the main body itself.

You'll have all your memories, abilities, and everything.

It would be impossible to tell the difference from the real thing. In other words, a different reality appeared.

"Gaul, you motherfucker!"

Hyunmoo roared and slapped the accursed one in the jaw. His blood was splattered on the floor, but fortunately, it seemed that only Hyunmoo was cursed.

The Cursed One ran fiercely despite being beaten several more times.

Hyunmoo also thought he would have acted the same as him.

He is in the yard where everything is taken away, so there will be no reason for him to cover the fire.

But he wasn't talking about sympathy.

Just as the damned had a reason to fight him, Hyunmoo had a reason to fight him.

"Come on, baby!"

***

When the cursed person died, everything including his items was turned into blood and disappeared. Item duplication seemed impossible.

It was clear why the Broken Star, Gaul, had given him such a curse.

It doesn't matter who you become, so you just have to win.

The more Hyunmoo's blood is sprinkled, the harder it will be for other stars to catch him.

Because there will be countless people who will run blindly to kill Hyunmoo.

And when a new Hyunmoo appears, there will be another havoc to kill that Hyunmoo.

'No, if you're going to make them win, how much... … .'

Hyunmoo sighed.

The ego is probably not an important factor for a star.

In the end, whoever finally took over Hyunmoo's body is indistinguishable from others.

Compared to that, how gentle is Montstril, who spares no effort in body and mind to take possession of himself.

Sensitivity towards Montstril has increased.

Hyunmoo made such a notification sound inside.

"Hyunmoo?"

"……Yes."

"There's no time to be dazed. The conquering stars are starting to rise, and the starving ones are already coming down. Soon we will meet our people too."

"Oh, don't worry about that. It won't come so soon."

"What? Why?"

"Because the other side knows how to move carefully."

Hyunmoo lit a lamp on the map hanging on the wall of the room.

It was a map of a vast underground maze consisting of a total of four floors.There were complex designs and predicted movement lines drawn in full. In the corner were the signatures of Yu-Min and Do Won-Kyung.

“The design of our dungeon borrowed the brains of the best scholars of the time. I never thought it would be a dungeon that was supposed to be a monster.”

But to be honest, this wasn't just Hyunmoo's idea.

A dungeon built in the basement of the gym.

It reminded me of the refuge of mankind created in the dungeon to avoid the outside world.

And now the idea was blooming as a dungeon for Hyunmoo.

***

Itwalo wandered through the underground labyrinth with its large and flexible body.

He was too large for the passage of the underground labyrinth, but his body bent, bent and dug at bizarre angles.

He has human limbs, but his bizarre movements reminded him of a snake.

In the cramped passage, several of the ghouls burst out from being crushed by her gigantic body.

"Where are you, where are the toys?"

Itwalo wandered all over the place, muttering like a girl on a treasure hunt.

But traces of them were hard to find. Only a few cumbersome ghouls and ghasts could be seen.

Even so, Eatwalo was going down to the basement faster than anyone else.

It was then. She caught a familiar smell on the tip of her nose.

The smell of monsters.

still alive

And the smell of those weak and lowly permeated throughout this underground labyrinth.

The smell of toys.

This twalo followed her scent in an instant.

After a while, she saw several goblins before her eyes. This Twilo she smiled with a simple joy.

"I found it, toy!"

The moment they saw that smile, the goblins started screaming and running away.

This twalo reached out her hand without hesitation and grabbed a goblin by the ankle in an instant.

It was the blink of an eye that her long, slender hand ripped the goblin apart.

"Come on, let's play. Guys. Let's play."

Itwallow gave him time to escape, even though he could catch and kill the next goblins.

She was obsessed with play, but she wasn't stupid.

She knew she could catch the others if she followed the goblins in the direction they were fleeing.

When she felt that the goblins were slowing down, she immediately grabbed the foot of the one lagging behind. She even made her scream for a long time.

As the screams of her comrades whipped from behind, the goblins ran hurriedly without a break.

Itwalo, who was chasing the goblins like that, suddenly felt strange.

She's underground, so it's hard to pinpoint the direction, but they were circling around, not down. As if enticing yourself.

'Do the goblins have the guts to do that?'

She may do it in her anticipation that if she upsets her, she might be killed in an instant.

But she said this twalo was a gifted kid who could play with her toys for a long time.

While she was contemplating how to play with the rest of her goblins, she noticed her strange aura and she stood tall.

The goblins were hurriedly entering the large space. It was like a subway station.

At the moment when doubt appeared in Itwalo's eyes, something crouched in the center of the abandoned station lifted its head.

It was an undead, a lich, sitting as if holding something reverently.

Ytwalo, who is also an apostle of the Starving Star, immediately noticed his opponent.

"...a weeping star already?"

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