Hoarding in Hell Novel

It was arrogant enough to be human-centered, no, it could even be called human selfishness.

Hyunmoo was haggling over the survival of mankind. In fact, he is the only surviving human being, so his will may be the will of mankind.

Ivanov felt that something was terribly wrong.

The confidence that he believed that only the Weeping Star was the chance to sustain human will and civilization was shaking.

Perhaps humanity needed a dignified death rather than clinging to life frivolously.

'No, but this guy is not refusing even that.'

Although he was arrogant and selfish, he was declaring that he would live. No, did he put more weight on the front?

I do not know.

Ivanov felt he was being shaken by the fact that he was panicking.

he shakes

absurd

Ivanov gave Hyunmoo a tight grip on his foot.

He was not an old man's ego. He still believed he was right.

The years and experiences he had accumulated were not enough to turn back to a few words of the kid.

He has already lived enough to be convinced that he is right.

but.

"...and yet winter doesn't seem to end."

Hyunmoo looked at him without answering at Ivanov's sudden muttering to himself.

Ivanov was no longer looking at Hyunmoo.

farther away. He was looking further away. Beyond the stars, to places full of nebulae.

They were all lonely stars burning alone.

"Old bastard."

Suddenly Hyunmoo opened his mouth. Ivanov returned to reality. It felt like being stuck in mud.

"You may have succumbed to the stars because you don't know the answer, because it's scary and hard, but it's not me. The path I take may be muddy and thorny, but it's the path I chose. I will go to the end."

“……”

Ivanov was able to capture Hyunmoo's heart with his words.

Hyunmoo is young and immature, arrogant and selfish.

It would be foolish to entrust the future of mankind to him, and the sacrifice and courage of countless people. He's obviously falling out and making a mistake while inflicting countless damage.

But he could be sure of one thing.

He was at least likely to get better results than himself.

"My dear."

"You're no longer a young man, are you treated like a child?"

With a skeletal smile, Ivanov loaded his Thompson machine gun.

His gun was aimed at Hyunmoo, then suddenly turned round and turned towards No.2.

No. 2 struggled, pouring violent swear words at Ivanov.

A gunshot rang out. Blood from #2 ran down Hyunmoo's face.

Hyunmoo heard the level-up message.

'Is it over?'

Hyunmoo suddenly wondered why the damned wasn't born from the blood that flowed when he was pierced by Ivanov's gun.

When I looked around, the blood that had flowed down was coagulated and hardened in the shape of a hand, perhaps to restrain Hyunmoo.

Then it's definitely over. There were no more cursed ones left."It felt good to meet a young boy full of enthusiasm after a long time."

"...I don't want to meet old kkondae anymore."

"Don't hate me too much."

Ivanov slowly lifted his feet from Hyunmoo's chest.

Hyunmoo could not understand Ivanov's intentions. did you give up? Maybe he thought he might just step back like this.

"I didn't have many options. It was a world of luxury in itself to choose. I still think I picked the best answer out of the few options I had. Yeah. This was the best."

Ivanov muttered as he looked back on the path he had walked frantically. He was still convinced that his path was the best. But.

"I have chosen the best hell."

Hyunmoo stood up cautiously and looked at Ivanov. Even Ivanov's gaze did not depart from Hyunmoo.

"I wanted to be hope. I wanted to be saved. I wanted to be a hidden sunny spot on a winter day. In reality, I was a coward, but at least I wanted to help the promise come true."

Ivanov sighed long.

"If only I had a chance like you."

“……”

"If I was the hope of mankind, if I had a variety of options like you, if your ambition and arrogance still remained in my heart, I might have spoken like you."

"It wouldn't have been easy."

"Correct it. I think I was better than you."

Ivanov removed the magazine of the Thompson machine gun. Then he started pulling bullets out of it one by one.

Hyunmoo had no idea what Ivanov was doing. Ivanov just continued his words without explanation.

"I think you'll be on the top of the list among the bad guys I've seen. I never thought of haggling for the safety of mankind. If I were you, if I had a youth like you, it would have been better if I had had a chance like you."

"It's dirty. Old bastard."

"I know. Jealousy."

Ivanov grabbed a handful of his bullets. The bullets protruding through the thin bones of the fingers looked like chestnuts.

"It would be right for the old man who failed to disappear into the closet and give way to the young."

"Why, turn it off?"

"I'll give you something better than that. I'll give you a chance."

"opportunity?"

"If you get through this moment well, you won't be arrogant nonsense, but it will really be a chance for humanity."

Ivanov looked down at his hands. After a moment of silence, he raised his voice again, as if regretful.

“But before that, let me give you one last piece of advice.”

"advice?"

"Child, you're not the doomsday guy. You're too selfish and self-righteous to dream of self-destruction. But something's wrong with you being entangled with the apocalyptic beast."

"……what do you mean?"

"Someone is pulling you down that road."

Hyunmoo wanted to ask more.

But Ivanov thought it was enough and moved his hand.

His hand, grabbing the bullet, pierced his own skull in an instant.

As soon as a dull cracking sound rang out, gunshots like screams were heard one after another.

The ghosts and warhead fragments protruding from all directions blew Ivanov's head off in an instant.

Hyunmoo was at a loss for words as he saw Ivanov's head scattered brilliantly in the binge.

He didn't know he was going to commit suicide. He wasn't a skill or a trick, but one thing popped into Hyunmoo's mind.

[Number of apostles killed: 4]

One left.

Hyunmoo's gaze turned to Kawaro and Curie. And the apostles had similar thoughts.

Hyunmoo was hurt and exhausted.

They were the same, but it was an equally fair opportunity.

A strange tension began to creep out again between them.

At that moment, a dark blue light erupted from Ivanov's head, which had suddenly disappeared.

[Wailing Star, Verde, is watching you.]

***

The water tank was colored pale with the intense blue light.

Ivanov's disappeared head itself seemed to be made of light.

The moment the blue light appeared, Hyunmoo felt his body harden. It was like the light that appeared when he first absorbed the shards.

But at that time, he had lost his senses, so he didn't think the light was so strong that he could pierce it.

'Did you do that to protect me?'

At that time, Hyunmoo was weak. If I had been exposed to this kind of light directly, it would not have been strange if I had a heart attack.

In the middle of the night, it was like a rabbit seeing the headlights of a rushing car.

I barely rolled my eyes and looked around, and so were the others.

Kirsson was still standing close to the wall, and Ha-hyeon was lying on the floor and struggling.

At least Curie and Kawaran, who possessed even the ranks of apostles, were enduring with a slight glow.

But in front of this great light, nothing was just a lonely and empty starlight.

'no way… … Is this a star?'

[what.]

The blue light flickered and suddenly started to make a voice.

[Why did he commit suicide again? Depression gone again?]

In addition?

Hyunmoo was bewildered that the blue light was talking before he could get the context.

Up to this point, no stars have spoken directly except for the Whispering Star.

Hyunmoo soon figured out the situation.

not a star

The agent had embodied in Ivanov's body.

The agent opened the coat and pulled one of his heads out of it.

It was the head of an old woman with white hair. Light leaked out of her eyes and mouth as her head snapped snugly over her neck, from which the light spewed out.

It was bizarre to see her head intact on top of her skull and torso.

“So… who made our Ivanov depressed?”

The agent rolled his shining eyes and looked around. This time, it wasn't an old man, but the voice of a cheerful old woman.

At that moment, Hyunmoo realized Ivanov's intentions.

He did not commit suicide from depression, nor did he die to deceive Hyunmoo.

"It is me, the weeping star!"

Hyunmoo shouted as he struggled to stand up.

"It's not just the weeping star. The conquering star, the starving star, no, I have something to offer to all the stars who care about me!"

Ivanov was trying to give Hyunmoo a place to face the stars.

I heard Kawaro muttering absurdly from behind.

"No, you guys are going to make a deal with the stars yourself, what kind of migaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa what four deal are you?"

Kawaro suddenly let out a grotesque scream and grabbed her chin.His chin ripped open, pinching between them, and new chins and lips were forming inside.

It was like there was another mouth in his mouth.

Kawaro's eyes filled with fear.

"It's a deal, funny."

In the bright red light and fresh blood, the newly appeared mouth slowly opened.

“Among those gathered here, no one has ever dealt with fairness.”

[The starving star, Yogulem, is watching you.]

And a painful scream erupted from Curie.

Huge flames were rising from all over her body.

Her body was already on fire, but compared to the flames that reached the ceiling, she looked like a small match.

A burning human figure was revealed in a gigantic scarlet flame.

Curie trembled in her trembling, she was only providing the figure with her flames.

The burning man looked at Hyunmoo with an intense brilliance.

[The conquering star, Ardan, is watching you.]

The agent of the conquering star did not speak otherwise. Instead, he moved first.

Suddenly, a huge fire sword appeared from within her body. The agent of the conquering star struck Hyunmoo with a fire sword at once.

The moment the hot heat hit the body, the cold air spread with a squeaking sound.

"You still have a dirty personality. You don't even want to listen to your cute baby talk."

Ivanov, no, the agent of the Weeping Star, stood before Hyunmoo.

She glanced back at Hyunmoo and spoke to her.

"It looks like I don't need to go out anyway."

Ivanov wasn't the only one wrapped up in Hyunmoo. Ha-hyun was also holding Hyunmoo's shoulder strongly.

Her eyes looked blurry and confused, but she was emitting a faint yellow light.

Hyunmoo remembered that yellow light.

It was the light of Montstrille.

Since Ha-hyeon was of Hyunmoo's and not of Monstril's, she didn't seem to be properly affected.

To be precise, Sanghyeon in Hahyeon's cocoon is probably under the influence of Montstril.

“There are so many competitors, so I think we should do an auction.”

The starving star's agent laughed and muttered.

Kawaro was suffering from her open mouth as if she was about to fall apart.

The agent of the conquering star didn't attack any more, knowing that there was no point in fighting any further.

The Weeping Star's agent flapped his coat and stepped forward.

"Four people have gathered here to replace the will of the stars. This is the first time since the Great War. No, I don't think there's ever been a group of four before."

"It's not like we're really together, do you?"

She smiled and looked down at Hyunmoo.

"That's right. This is nothing more than robbing the apostles' mouths by borrowing the authority of the stars. The time is not long. The apostles will not be able to hold on for long. ."

The agents literally represent the will of the stars.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the agents borrow the apostles, but in fact the stars borrow the mouths of the agents.

The stars were watching Hyunmoo.

No one’s representative, no apostle, no family, but a single human being was watching.

"Stars."

In the pouring starlight, Hyunmoo opened her mouth.

"I will become a star."

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