Hoarding in Hell Novel

The moment Ytwalo's life was cut, a strange wave suddenly spread.

Hyunmoo flinched at the strange tumult of his heart that suddenly permeated.

It was as if a star exploded from somewhere in the distant universe created gentle waves and touched the heart.

Hyunmoo suppressed her strangely unrelenting breasts.

[The starving star, Yogulem, watches over you.]

And the starving star, Jogulem, was watching him.

Hyunmoo didn't know how Yogulem was looking at him or how he was thinking.

anger? curiosity? surprise? What is certain is that it will not be revenge.

One of the things Hyunmoo was most worried about while preparing for this war was the 'star gaze'.

Fighting with voyeuristic patients who are constantly watching and peeking in is virtually the same as fighting with the opponent turning on the map hack.

Because there is no way other stars wouldn't know that the Broken Star, Ghaul, bestowed the ordeal.

However, the apostles did not know where Hyunmoo was, and they did not even know that Alhugin had been captured.

'Why?'

There were two things that could be inferred.

That the stars are not really that serious, or that there is no way to convey them.

Or it could be a combination of both.

Since there is no way to confirm the first, Hyunmoo puts the possibility on the second.

The stars always said that they were 'watching', and never showed any concrete expression of their intentions.

The only exception was the moment he sent 'light' when he first tried to select a star.

Then the stars expressed feelings of displeasure, curiosity, etc.

And the whispering star, Montstril, said, 'It's dangerous to talk directly, and it's a power that only you can do'.

I was able to realize once again how dangerous the power of Montstril can be.

'Then the stars have little influence other than sending their families.'

You can grant quests or trials, but that's it.

Stars have to take an almost absolutely bystander position.

Convinced of this point, Hyunmoo could barely predict the odds.

Hyunmoo absorbed the 'shards' from Ytwolo's body.

Looking around, the cursed ones thought they had lost their makta.

In fact, on the subject that I was trying to pick up and eat maktana.

"Startup word."

One of the damned opened his mouth.

Hyunmoo stared at him. He was #2, the leader of the second group of damned ones who agreed to cooperate with Hyunmoo.

"What is the starter word?"

Like the early group, the 2nd group was full of scars, probably because they hunted quite hard, but the momentum was not unusual.

To catch an apostle, you must have a starter that instantly explodes the effect of poison.

No, it will work for normal monsters, not apostles. Then it can be said that monsters are not a problem.

The memories of the cursed were until the moment when Hyunmoo was cursed by the shattering star, Ghaul.

No, to be exact, it seemed that the memories between them were forcibly forgotten. Because I didn't have to go into detail when I told you something.Even if you tell them just a little bit, they recall vivid memories as if they recalled a forgotten memory. Teaching start-up words would be simple.

Of course, even knowing that would only slightly increase the chances.

Hyunmoo grinned as he looked at the damned.

"That's my insurance. If you listen to it and try to get my head off it, you're in trouble."

"Isn't it better to tell him and have the apostle and us fight?"

I thought about it too. Because it was a pretty promising option.

But Hyunmoo simply dismissed it.

The reason was simple. Because if the cursed ones start catching the apostle, they may become too strong for themselves.

"We're all making this uproar to stop the apostles and overcome them, so we need to tell you about that."

"It's worse when they know and start preparing for it. You should use it when you're sure you can kill it. If you abuse it prematurely, it will be difficult to decipher it or even create a resistance to it."

Naturally, the cursed ones were not convinced. But, as they say, killing Hyunmoo with this puts them in trouble too.

"I can't help it."

No. 2 murmured.

"But, given this, we'll save ourselves until we fight with you. Maybe all four of them will come down to the floor."

"Hey, I'd rather curse them all to die together. When fighting Ytwolo, I've been keeping an eye out for killing the weaker one."

No. 2 smiled.

"If it's true, you should pay a decent penalty."

He soon went along with the other damned ones to tear off Ytwalo's appendages.

He's a guy with bad growth.

But, of course, this was to be expected. Rather, people without a plan would be weird.

After all, everyone must be thinking about how to kill Hyunmoo.

Hyunmoo brought up the quest window.

[Number of Apostles Killed: 1]

Other cursed ones will be able to see a similar status window. And even those who aren't here will know that some progress has been made.

Perhaps even the starving apostles of the star felt the strangeness.

'Come to think of it, I still don't know why the damned died like that in 10 minutes.'

There was no level-up message after that, so at first I thought I was being attacked by Eatwalo.

However, considering the time it took him to come down here, it was highly likely that he was wandering in the underground burrows instead of fighting at that time.

'Anyway, I've caught one apostle, so if I catch two more, the angle will come out somehow... … .'

It was then.

Hyunmoo suddenly felt another shock in his chest.

At the same time, an abnormality occurred in the status window that was being viewed.

[Number of Apostles killed: 2]

***

It was a dark crypt with the smell of blood.

The blood-soaked dirt floor gripped my feet like sludge.

The ghouls and ghasts were chasing after the cursed one, full of blood and dirt. All the damned who fought together are already dead. Part of this blood was theirs.

They didn't even feel like a friend of mine, but they were reliable to some extent. At least he might get a blind sword instead of himself, so it was easy to form a squad.

But it was there.

When the apostle appeared, they became powerless.

"Damn it, what the heck makes sense...!"

The Cursed Runner, who mumbled abusive language, even had a fight with Ytwalo on the lower floors.

Although he ran away, the fight gave him some confidence in his fight with the Apostle.

But this apostle was of a different class.

Alhugin and Itwalo were also lightly tapped and pressed.

ping.

The Cursed Checked the distance of the monsters and quickly set up dark spider webs on either side. The monsters who had never seen a spider's web were cut off with blood the moment they touched it.

However, the crypt was not strong enough to support its weight. The spider's web, which had lost its support base, scattered powerlessly into the air.

You can only make very short gaps with these remnants. The damned squeezed his head and tried to somehow make a way out.

That was the moment. The damned found a sobbing green light before his eyes.

Before he could even realize what it was, he suddenly became enveloped in silence.

The cursed one looked around with a pale expression. The monster that had been bustling up until recently had disappeared without a trace. Then a familiar voice was heard.

"Don't run. You're sweating."

The cursed one was sweating profusely. I was not sweating from running.

A huge giant was seen creeping slowly over the black darkness.

On top of it was a skinny man lying down like a lazy cat.

A handsome man with almost white, pale skin and a bunch of colorful accessories.

“Why are you trying so hard to live?”

Kawaro of satiety and sloth.

The cursed one gripped his sword tightly. Kawaro looked at him slowly.

But the damned knew that nothing he could do was useless.

They were the third group of the damned. Kawaro, who suddenly appeared, drove them into monsters and killed them one by one like this.

There was only one last person left.

"I wonder what you're going to do, but I hope you don't waste your time."

"Then why don't you just pretend you didn't see it and pass by?"

"It would be nice, but there's a reason why I'm having trouble talking to you right now."

Kawaro said as he rolled over on the giant's back.

"Reason?"

"I don't want to be in this dirty, stinky tunnel for a second. Tell me where Kang Hyunmoo is. Then I'll spare you."

The lips of the cursed were twisted.

It was a fascinating offer. The 'real' Kang Hyunmoo drove him to the battlefield and forced him to fight.

If you ask me which one is more fucked up, Sado or Kang Hyunmoo, I'll boil it down.

In the end, Kang Hyunmoo's feeling of wanting to stab a knife in his back is much stronger.

But the cursed one answered without hesitation.

"go away."

"Yeah, then."

Kawaro moved his finger, without trying to convince him to say a word.

It looked as if the cursed had been caught between the slender fingers in Kawaro's field of vision.The moment the finger was lightly pressed, the skill was activated.

Skill: High blood exploitation.

Quajik, quajik.

The body of the cursed one began to tremble in an instant as if it had been crushed by a press.

The accursed tried to resist the unseen pressure, but soon the bones all over his body were crushed and compressed.

Just before the cursed man became like a squeezed mop, he became a bloody rag and scattered everywhere.

"Children, you are stronger than you look. It's annoying."

Kawaro said with an annoyed expression.

In fact, it was a slightly different feeling than loyalty, but Kawaro didn't even bother trying to understand that feeling.

He was too tired to walk, so he rode on the giant's back, and that was not enough, so he moved in the stomach of the mawk, but Kawaro was still troubled by everything.

Although he wanted to go leisurely, he had no choice but to rush because of the force of the dead who were pressing down on him from above.

"let's go."

Slowly, without vibration, the surrounding landscape began to change. It was Kawaro's own treasure house.

Kawaro smiled loosely at the relaxing scenery.

Hedgehogs can hide themselves through hallucinations and mimic the form of anything. The tunnel itself, or the void itself.

Anyone who crawls into the stomach of such a horseradish will fall into a hallucination that cannot be escaped, and is slowly digested.

It was a cozy haven without being disturbed by anyone, a pretty useful temporary kiln, and a deadly trap.

Kawaro turned his relaxed gaze and thought about Itwalo.

'Is it time for the report to come?'

She has an extraordinary talent for running away and infiltrating, so she never thought she would be beaten.

That was the moment.

Suddenly, a sharp trembling shook Kawaro's soul. Kawaro took in her breath and opened her eyes.

This strange trembling was the scream and aftermath of the apostle's death. Kawaro realized that she was unwittingly shaking her hand.

She was the death of an apostle who worshiped the same starving star.

"Yitwalo?"

Kawaro stared blankly into the air and muttered.

She couldn't even remember how many years had passed since the apostle's death.

Because this world was already like a dead body, where the passage of time had no meaning.

It was the appearance of Kawaro and the other apostles who became like maggots eating each other on the top.

'Who is it? Who's Eatwalo?'

But the extraordinary didn't stop there. Another bitter shock came.

Kawaro let out a long sigh. The rumbling that shook his heart one after another made even San Kawaro unable to calm down for many years.

This time it seemed that the apostle of another star had died, but the shock brought back old memories of him.

'This must be... … It's like the days of the Great War.'

Quazigic.

A noise was heard that disturbed Kawaro's thoughts. The landscape around him suddenly distorted without any time to spare.

Along with another harsh noise, a bright light leaked in as the head of the Mawfish was greatly ripped open.

"Kawaro, you motherfucker!"

Fire and heat that don't suit the basement.

Curie, the apostle of the Wailing Star, burning with wrath, broke in, tearing the Longmaw's back apart.

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