Hoarding in Hell Novel

It was a foggy area.

The apartments cluttered up above the mist looked dangerous as if they were about to collapse if touched.

Difficulty: In Hell, the apartments that did not collapse were used to become the home of a few monsters.

It has become a haven for monsters like fish tangled between coral reefs.

But there was only silence in this apartment complex.

The flowing mist was red.

It was unknown whether it was because of blood, scattering of light, or the poison of an unknown monster.

The mist wandered through the creepy apartments, looking for lost prey.

It was then.

The fog felt something strange. An unidentified movement was felt fiercely penetrating the mist.

The fog roared loudly.

Normally, the moment movement was sensed, it was enough to pull it into the center, prevent it from escaping, and then slowly prey on it.

But what came in was a weapon, not a monster.

It was a black window that seemed to swallow the light.

The spear ripped through and penetrated the fog at once.

The Mist was relieved that this alien intruder had disappeared, but the spear immediately pierced it again.

The window roamed through the fog at will and set a mess. The fog caught in the trajectory became a mess like an abstract painting.

Then, at some point, the black spear found what he was looking for. And I tore the heart of 'Mist'.

A giant slug that had been mimicking the rubble of a building exploded as Puck, Fibora shattered.

Hyunmoo, who was watching the scene from afar, noticed that the red mist was quickly disappearing.

"It works, too."

'Mistshell Slug' was one of the monsters Hyunmoo had been contemplating for a long time.

This is because the apartment complex where the 'mistshell slug' is located is located close to the crossroads, and it was good to make it into a fortress because it was in relatively good shape.

However, the level reaching the age of 70 was also a level, and there was no way to get rid of that red mist as it completely disturbed the sense of direction and distance of the creature.

Unless it is an inanimate object, there is no way to safely approach it.

However, the answer was in the skill that Hyunmoo obtained by opening the 'Gowl's Gift Box' that was obtained as a reward for this ordeal.

Hyunmoo removed the 'mistshell slug' and saw a black spear flying towards him again.

He soon gave a bitter expression and raised the strength of his whole body.

A mixture of purple and black energy flowed through his body.

bang!

The black spear and Hyunmoo collided with a violent binge.

Hyunmoo stepped back several tens of meters in shock. His two hands gripped the black spear strongly.

The tip of the spear barely stopped right in front of Hyunmoo's heart.

Hyunmoo recovered his mana from a black spear that was racing to pierce his heart.

As if the switch had been turned off, the black spear turned to black ashes and was blown away by the wind.

He didn't forget to leave a word before he disappeared.

[Bitch.]

"Yeah, turn it off."

Hyunmoo sighed as he patted his hand.

The skill that came out of the gift box Ghaul gave was that spear.***

[Ego Weapon (Myth)]

[Special Ability: Creates a weapon that reflects the user's ego and abilities. The form follows the taste of the user. The more it matches the user's nature, the stronger it becomes, and the more it goes against the user's nature, the weaker it becomes. Skills can be canceled by 'recovering' the imbued mana.]

[characteristic: ]

[Note: This is a skill that creates a weapon by cloning one's own self, not someone else's. It is not known what kind of thoughts the ego, which has become inanimate from living things, is thinking. They usually don't seem very satisfied with their situation. When used for a long time, most ego weapons cannot withstand their condition and go crazy, so it is recommended to 'recover' after use.]

Hyunmoo's current level is 71.

That's a tremendous amount of growth in just a few weeks.

While dealing with five apostles, it was a level that was reached thanks to the experience gained through the Curse: Split.

I thought that level 70 would be a turning point, but seeing that it still hasn't stopped, it seems that I haven't even reached the limit level.

The problem was that the 'ego weapon' created by Hyunmoo also had the level 71 stats intact.

Also with a beggar-like personality.

'No, why are you trying to kill me when you have time... … .'

Hyunmoo grumbled, grinding his teeth.

In fact, I don't even know why. Wego Weapons were said to reflect the user's ego, but it was obvious looking back at the actions of the Cursed when they were struck by Curse: Split.

In fact, it was nothing more than turning the damned into weapons.

Ghaul gave him a weapon of great power that moves by itself and seeks targets, but at the same time, he also gave the weapon a frantic ego because he wanted to kill the user.

Even if the power is good, you can't use a weapon that you don't know when it will stab you.

Who in the world wants to use a weapon that wants to stab its master... … I want to, but Hyunmoo writes it.

"Well, I don't feel bad about being able to feed those children anyway."

It was Hyunmoo, who gets subtle pleasure from abusing his split self.

"Butler, why did you put that weapon in already?"

“I like it because it smells like a butler.”

Lenians liked the ego weapon as well.

"Are you saying that while watching you try to stab me now?"

"Even if you can't stab, at least one of them must be in a good mood."

… … It seems that Lenian is already treated as equivalent to Hyunmoo. Or is it that they covet the body after stabbing it?

The ego weapon had the power of the stars and the power of the apocalypse, like Hyunmoo, who was divided.

I wondered if the power of the apocalypse would disappear as I became a star, but from the beginning, the two seemed to be separate forces.

'Then I don't think I can call it the star of the end.'

However, it is not something that Hyunmoo is asking for. Maybe there are other reasons.

Once the apocalypse had stopped, the war between the stars was imminent, so we had to prepare for it.

Current difficulty: He has sown all the seeds he can sow. The rest was a matter of time.

'Now I'm slowly going back to the difficulty: easy.'

Normally, I had to go back as soon as the quest was over, but I wasted too much time because I suddenly became a star.

But it has achieved quite a bit.

Level up, acquisition of new mythical skills, and countless items obtained by killing the apostles. Just being level 71 was enough to make me wonder if there would be anyone to deal with. Because Lee Ji-tae was in his late 50s.

'More than that, 60's. Or, if there is another hidden talent, wouldn't it be around the age of 70?'

This was one of the reasons Hyunmoo sprinkled the power of the stars.

He did not want to get unnecessary attention from the stars in the point of difficulty: easy after revealing the power of the stars openly.

Even if you don't have the power of a star anyway, you can occupy the strongest position in Difficulty: Easy.

'It's okay to move a little more leisurely.'

Anyway, you are a few steps ahead of the stars in the difficulty: easy point.

Taking the game will be no problem if you keep the distance so that you can't catch up with it a little more secretly.

“Hmm, then…”

Hyunmoo took out the hearthstone to return.

"Yes?"

Hyunmoo's eyes darkened.

The color of the hearthstone was strangely changed. The usual color disappeared, and strangely, it was shining with all kinds of colors.

The light was much weaker, but the colors gave a faint feeling.

"What is this..."

The moment he grabbed the hearthstone, Hyunmoo's vision turned white.

***

It was white enough to hurt my eyes.

It seemed that all the lights of the world were gathering and shining.

But Hyunmoo's own body looked strangely good.

Whispering voices could be heard from all directions. It sounded like a human voice, but it was too small to be heard.

Then someone appeared.

Hyunmoo thought of a white man, but what appeared was a gray hazy woman.

A middle-aged translucent woman was walking fast towards Hyunmoo.

Hyunmoo first tensed up and tried to stop her. But she passed naturally as if she had never seen Hyunmoo.

[No one can tolerate saying that it can't be helped.]

Before Hyunmoo could even ask what he meant, the woman quickly faded away.

Middle-aged women were just the beginning. Soon others began to appear. They were all gray and hazy.

[We must take responsibility for what we have done.]

A man passed by, sobbing, covering his face.

[It's not to save good people. To save the weak!]

A man squeezing his own chest roared with anger on his face, said a man.

[If we can find our future in this way... … .]

A woman holding the baby tightly in her arms passed by, muttering blankly.

[By the way, it's the only choice a human can choose as a human being!]

A young man clapped and said with a bright expression.

[We have been chosen for this noble work.]

[You have to stop the apocalypse.]

[If this is the only way to go back... … .]

[Don't forget our purpose. Put aside your personal feelings!]

Hyunmoo quickly recognized the identity of her countless voices.

They were related to the 'promise'.

There were foreigners, of course, and sometimes even people who lost their human form.

Hyunmoo realized how many people were involved in the appointment. And all of them are now dead or gone.

'Why all of a sudden?'

What showed this was the will of the hearthstone. I wondered if becoming a star was a trigger.

However, it was difficult to find a clear intention in the haphazard and disorganized voices.'Are you asking for sympathy?'

That was the moment.

[Humanity must survive.]

Hyunmoo turned his head at the familiar voice he heard.

A gray-colored man with an eyepatch over one of his eyes murmured into the air.

It was clearly his eyes looking at someone standing in front of him.

Hyunmoo knew the man's face.

[Promise me.]

[Humanity will survive in a place other than Hell.]

He looked a little old, but it was Lee Ji-tae.

He was glaring at the opponent with burning eyes.

Hyunmoo couldn't understand the gaze. Hatred and hatred were burning in his gaze, and at the same time, there was also trust and trust.

Hyunmoo couldn't figure out how a person's eyes could contain such complex emotions.

And he even knows how he himself can feel it.

Lee Ji-tae's fantasy held out something to the person in front of him.

Hyunmoo, who was standing right in front of him, unconsciously held out his hand. Naturally, Lee Ji-tae's hand passed naturally.

Lee Ji-tae opened his mouth again.

[It is a promise.]

***

My vision darkened.

Paang, Hyunmoo suddenly woke up to the sound of a clack from somewhere.

The city of Seoul surrounded by colorful neon signs caught my eye.

Hyunmoo was back in the world of Difficulty: Easy. He was standing on the roof of an unknown high-rise building.

His head went blank as he recalled still images that had passed by.

'What was it?'

Hyunmoo lifted the hearthstone again and looked.

The hearthstone was no longer shining in its brilliant colors. Instead, the pattern was slightly changed.

It was a pattern he did not know at all, but as usual, Hyunmoo could read the meaning of the phrase.

[Remaining number of resurrections: 1]

It was clear that there was no longer an unlimited resurrection.

I wondered if 'rest' meant perhaps the unrestricted resurrection itself.

It was ironic considering that death is usually expressed as rest. And now that the promise was fulfilled, the rest was broken.

'The number of resurrections remaining is only one.'

Hyunmoo laughed bitterly.

It felt like I had just passed the tutorial.

But Hyunmoo had no intention of being foolish either. The fight from now on will not be as one-sided as before.

Hyunmoo pulled out his cell phone to go home.

It was then. He took his cell phone out of his inventory and turned it on when it started vibrating violently.

Messages that had been pushed back up to this point were rushing in all at once. Hyunmoo, who skimmed through the text, soon made a serious expression.

The text, which started by simply asking for the location, became more serious as it came more recently.

The last text message was from Song Yeo-Woon.

[The haunted mansion has been stolen. I will leave Seoul with Yumin.]

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