Hoarding in Hell Novel

Kugugugu Palace.

There was still a fierce battle going on somewhere, and the ceiling shook with a roar.

Hyunmoo grunted as he brushed the cement shards pouring over his head.

"The water tank shouldn't collapse first like this."

Although the underground water tank was built to be strong, it was not built for earthquakes. Besides, it was outdated as it had not been maintained for a long time. It would be better than the ground.

"The fighting seems to be getting louder, is there something?"

Hyunmoo asked Ha-hyun. However, Ha-hyun did not answer Hyunmoo's words at once.

“Hahyun, are you okay?”

"Huh? Oh, yes. It's okay. Just..."

Ha-hyeon barely moved because she was incubating Sang-hyeon's eggs. He seemed to be injecting his spiders rather than warming them to body temperature.

As a human being, he would be sharing flesh and blood. It is natural to lose your mind.

'Well, there is nothing to blame.'

Why Hyunmoo has been stuck at the bottom of the cistern since the fight started.

It was now explained by the veins of blood running through Tom's blade.

The empty bowl with the tip of Tam's sword was filled with blood for a long time.

It was the blood that was pouring out through the power of the weapon that Tom ate, the bleeding dagger.

And all around were cans and bowls that Hyunmoo had been desperately raking in. Everything was covered in blood. The vessel I am now filling was the last.

If even a single bowl falls, 'cursed ones' will pour out of the blood that is under the curse of 'division', but once it does not touch the ground, it is fine.

In that sense, just as Ha-hyeon sacrificed herself to embrace a new life, Hyunmoo was also doing a similar job.

The difference is that Ha-hyeon is cherished with love and affection, while Hyunmoo is cursed, hateful, greedy, etc.

'Well, isn't a new life something to be blessed with for whatever reason?'

Although it was the opposite of what he said to Ha-hyun, Hyunmoo convinced himself and moved on.

“Most of the spiders on the upper floors have died or have since retreated for a long time, so I don’t know for sure. But, um… it is true that the movements of the family members have increased. They are in a hurry as if they are being chased.”

Hyunmoo raised the corners of his lips as soon as he heard Ha-hyun.

"You've got a weeping star."

"A weeping star? Already?"

Kirsson reported that the forces of the Weeping Star were three days away. It was natural to ask if Ha-hyun was already there.

"There's no reason to look for a corpse on the battlefield. It'll just take one strong guy."

Inmyeonjo became Kazat's pet animal without even going far... … Even just one so-called grim reaper can create hundreds of undead.

Of course, Kazat couldn't be called because he now has a dignified task of being an archer in Pyongyang.

'If the other person is a crying star, it could be taken away for nothing.'

You can do whatever you want to rule the family, but in the end, the priority changes as soon as the real owner appears.

One of the reasons was that Hyunmoo was the first to quickly consume the undead colony.

"Anyway, if the weeping star is crushing it from above, the rest of them will burst out like trash in a trash can."

Ha-hyun's expression became subtle. Still, although she is a 'star', the expression of being crushed and crushed seemed unfamiliar to her.

Hyunmoo shrugged her shoulders."And we're the ones who ended up eating those crushed and exploding ones from the bottom. It's not a very pleasant situation."

"...is there a way?"

"Yes."

But there are basic conditions. First, the opposing apostles must be weaker than they are now.

And at least three must die. As much as the stars think that it is a loss.

Hyunmoo was encouraging each other to fight as fiercely as possible to create that condition.

"In the end, if even one of the apostles is in good health and you fight me properly, that's the worst situation."

Filled the last bowl of blood.

Hyunmoo absorbed the blood on the ride and stood up. He woke up suddenly and felt his head spinning with anemia.

Ha-hyeon quickly approached him and supported him.

"Are you okay? I used up my stamina like this before fighting..."

"Better than spilling when fighting an apostle."

Hyunmoo smiled and muttered with a parched expression.

"And this will save my life."

The Broken Star, the curse of division imposed by Ghaul, was not the worst curse for Hyunmoo.

No, there was also a counter-reward that was not mentioned in the description.

The damned were unaware of the reward. Their memories are cut off from the moment Hyunmoo's ordeal began.

In the first place, the opposite benefit was so natural that it was not necessary to explain it.

Hyunmoo took a deep breath. He then said to Ha-hyun.

"I don't have to report anymore. What I'm going to do from now on is that children, the elderly, and pregnant women won't be able to see it."

"I'm not pregnant..."

"Anyway."

Ha-hyeon quickly went out. He got a brief explanation from Hyunmoo, but he didn't know if this was the right thing to do or if he could do it.

But that was also the case with Hyunmoo.

"The odds are roughly half and half."

No, I wish it was at least half.

It's not a high probability for a life-threatening job, but it was necessary.

Hyunmoo mumbled heavily, kicking the bowl full of his own blood over with his feet.

It was a rough way to celebrate a new birth.

[Consuming a lot of mana in a short period of time.]

[Mana acceptance limit has increased significantly.]

***

"Uh-huh, huh!"

Hyunmoo moaned as he coughed up his blood. He exhaled wildly, like a baby breathing for the first time in his life.

'What, what happened? Are you dead or alive?'

Hyunmoo tried to trace his memory. I was given a trial by the Broken Star, Gaul, and I heard that if they shed blood, cursed ones are born.

And if one of them kills himself, he will take over the 'real thing'.

But what is the blood you're spitting up now?

Hyunmoo lifted his head while holding onto his trembling head. Then, as the blood that had filled his ears drained, Hyunmoo realized that there were many people like him around him.

No, it was the same people.

As their eyes began to meet, a strong sense of incongruity and a crisis of presence overtook each other. At that moment, Hyunmoo realized who he was.

He himself is not Hyunmoo. he is cursed

he is fake

As their thoughts rushed over, the damned looked around with fierce eyes.

It didn't take long for them to find what they were looking for.

That guy sitting in a chair with a particularly pale complexion.

Although he was also covered in blood, it was the only thing holding a tom in his hand, which proved that its distinctive feature was real.

“I must have come to my senses.”

Hyunmoo picked up the ride and slowly got up from his seat. The damned couldn't take their eyes off Hyunmoo and posed cautiously.

Hyunmoo was smiling.

If they had been alone, they would have rushed without hesitation. But now, there are beings who can sacrifice themselves 'in their place'.

Maybe she'll make a hole in herself while the guy dies. That thought was making them cautious.

It was natural.

Because Hyunmoo himself would do the same.

Hyunmoo shoved Tom on the floor. The eyes of the cursed were shaken. If you kill him even now... … .

"Before we fight, I have something to talk about."

"story?"

One of the damned asked scornfully. It was a battle of whether such a thing was needed.

"Yeah. You must know that now is not the time for us to fight. From above, three stars are rushing in at once to cut us down and kill us.

Even the damned knew it. Because their ordeal started from that in the first place.

But that is not enough to give up the identity of existence.

No, in the first place, they are the fragments of Kang Hyunmoo who are united by the thought that if they don't have it, they can destroy it.

"You want me to fight for you?"

"There's nothing we can't do. But what if we get tired of fighting and get caught by the stars? What will we do with the gum sticks on someone's soles like those who are attacking us now?"

It was too vulgar for an apostle, but no one found the expression strange.

The damned looked at Hyunmoo with an annoyed expression.

"You're going to use us to fight, and you'll be comfortable here? That's reliable."

"Once you're apart and one of us becomes real, think about it."

There were no meetings, no whispers for opinions. It's because they're all united and thinking the same thing anyway.

Even now, Hyunmoo was united with the thought of hitting the back of the head if he showed a little gap.

Seeing their reaction, Hyunmoo thought it would be.

Loss is tolerable. In life, it may be

But I can't bear to see anyone benefiting from my losses.

Moreover, it goes without saying that the loss is one's own existence and the gain is life as 'Kang Hyunmoo'.

'Me too, but I'm really trash.'

If all human beings were like themselves, they would surely have perished. Oh, is it already ruined?Hyunmoo sighed and leaned back on the ride.

"Then try it."

"What?"

At Hyunmoo's changed mood, the cursed glared at him with caution.

Hyunmoo counted the damned who were born slowly. About 12 people. It is at the same level as before.

"You, you arrogant bastard. Even if you don't know about the others, I'll definitely kill you."

Before the pointeders could say anything, Hyunmoo moved quickly.

The Cursed One within attack range quickly raised the Redeemer Yayul to block the attack.

It staggered, but at the same time it spewed a dark web to find a place to escape.

The spider's web landed on the ceiling, and the moment he was about to jump, the spider's web broke from the ceiling.

The body of the cursed one who had stopped moving was thrown into the air. Hyunmoo didn't miss the opportunity.

Tam's blade cut the body of the damned in two. Blood spurted out and splashed across Hyunmoo's body.

Hyunmoo glared at the cursed ones around him with his bloody eyes.

Naturally, none of them were killed by Hyunmoo's momentum.

They were just startled and annoyed that Hyunmoo had not shown any cracks in that brief period of time.

"I put cobwebs everywhere."

One Cursed looked at Hyunmoo with an annoyed look.

The entire reservoir was full of traps laid out of sight. This is how Hyunmoo fights with an overwhelming advantage.

"And the family members are waiting outside. I'm ordered to catch and kill all those who run away without my permission."

Hyunmoo seemed to have no one else to fight with, so he pulled Tom back into his body.

"Do you know that there is even an eyebrow that I want to yield to you guys? Your thoughts are my thoughts. I can't give up my existence either. If I die fighting with the apostles, I have a chance. You guys are not."

“……”

Among the cursed ones, I see... … eyes flowed.

If you were yourself, you would never make a situation like this. Because it's obviously going to be aimed at the back of the head.

It doesn't matter what you say

"But, as I said, I don't want to be taken as a slave. No matter how much I think about it, this is the only way I can do it. So I'll give you guys a chance."

"What chance?"

"A chance to hit the back of the head."

A gloomy atmosphere spread among the damned. The atmosphere was what it was. Hyunmoo said calmly.

"Right now, you guys can't beat me even if they attack in swarms. There's no covetousness, there's no control over family members. There's no inventory. All you have is Redeemer Yayul and your skills. Are you going to attack me?"

“You mean we can’t win even if we fight all at once?”

The answer seemed to be unbelievable. No matter how many traps are laid, they are equal to Hyunmoo in their abilities. I didn't think there would be such an overwhelming skill gap. Hyunmoo grinned.

"Look at the floor. And think about why I've been bloody since we first met."

Only then did the damned realize that the entire huge cistern was covered in blood so much that his ankles were fluttering.

He was unaware because he was born bloody from the beginning, and there was too much blood.

"You're not the first person I tried to convince you of. You're probably around the 16th."

"The 16th...?"

“Among group 8 rejected my proposal, and group 7 agreed and survived.

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