Hoarding in Hell Novel

Chapter 74 Nine Headed Rat (3)

Ratman Shaman was stronger than Hyunmoo, but he was timid.

His great intelligence means he has a lot of imagination.

Fear comes from imagining the future. As he was seized with the corpse of his kin with his head pierced on his body and drenched in blood, he had no choice but to kneel down.

“What are you doing here?”

Hyunmoo began the interrogation.

Torture was also in mind in case he would not talk easily, but unexpectedly, the shaman opened his mouth.

“Wow, this is Blackbeak Citadel. It’s the last stronghold of the Empire! He, but why are humans here? Uh, I don’t think they’re undead either?”

Not knowing what the Black Beak Citadel was, it was worthless information. Besides, you’re asking useless questions.

Hyunmoo decided to make the answer a little more limited. The Ratman Shaman trembled even more as he cut a larger hole in the conscript’s corpse and spilled his blood.

“This is where Führer Yanoch Max and the Imperial Propaganda Director Oergil are preparing for a decisive battle, risking the last survival of the Empire! If Führer Yanoch Max’s great plan comes true, all fangs will be liberated and the superior fangs will rule the world. I said yes!”

Now, it seemed that information that was helpful in breaking the quest a little came out.

From what I can see, Yanok Max is the final boss, and Oorgil is the middle boss.

It seems that the great plan is ‘the last strike of the fallen empire’.

“What is Janok Max doing?”

“I, that’s him.”

Hyunmoo looked in the direction the shaman was pointing. In the frame, a ratman, which looked a little different from other ratmans, was drawn.

The moment Hyunmoo saw that face, he almost burst out laughing involuntarily.

“Aren’t you kidding me? Is that a ratman?”

“Hey, Führer Yanoch is the greatest shaman and the one who proclaimed and guided the Ratmen as the most supreme fangs. For the eternal empire that will finally come…”

“Okay, does that have anything to do with what you’re doing in the tower in the middle?”

Hyunmoo said while looking out the window. It wasn’t in the direction of the central tower, but the shaman knew what Hyunmoo was talking about.

“Hey, President Yanoch said it was the last resort to end all wars.”

“what is that?”

While the shaman hesitated, Hyunmoo counted to three inwardly.

Three seconds later, his sword pierced the shaman’s shoulder. I shoved the conscript’s snout into his mouth so that the shaman wouldn’t let out an ugly scream.

Hyunmoo counted to 30 again and asked.

“Aren’t you going to scream?”

The shaman nodded his head impatiently. Compared to the monsters Hyunmoo has dealt with so far, this kind of wound is just a scratch. Because it was common for those who ran wild while dragging their internal organs.

But he seemed to believe he was obviously seriously injured.

“Oh, a nine-headed rat.”

“What?”

The shaman stuttered his words and murmured.

“Other, Oorgil, the propaganda director, said that the Nine-Headed Rat is a god whose name is known to us. He said that if we could summon the Nine-Headed Rat, we would be able to reclaim the mighty empire again.”

I thought it was a little helpful, but is it a mythical story again?

However, in a situation where the dead fill the horizon and attack, and the rats use their magic to wipe them out, I wanted to do something about reality.

Hyunmoo concluded that if the purpose of these rats was to summon a nine-headed rat or something, it was his job to stop it.

“Where are you doing that?””Lord, the central tower…”

“Is it something to do with that green ray?”

“That beam is a lighthouse forged by the royal shamans with the blood of inferior fangs. Nine-headed rats will see the light and find it.”

In short, all you have to do is turn off that light. Hyunmoo asked the last question, feeling like skipping the long quest request uttered by the NPC.

“How do I get there? The location of the pier has just changed, so I couldn’t get there.”

“Well, that’s, the central tower…”

The shaman again seemed hesitant to answer.

Hyunmoo shoved his sword in the door, saying why would he be tortured again. This time he tried to inject a little bit of poison. If his arm falls off, he’ll wake up.

But at that moment, the door slammed and a group of ratmen rushed in.

[The Fallen Empire Ratman Stormtrooper (LV 44)]

Hyunmoo hurriedly threw himself. A halberd wielded by an assault rifle passed by in the narrow streets.

The shaman threw the conscript’s corpse and shouted something at Hyunmoo. For a moment, Hyunmoo felt a disgust as if his five intestines were twisted.

[Curse: Servant (Rat) has been afflicted.]

With nausea, something poured out of his throat. It was a baby mouse.

Hyunmoo doesn’t like eating mice whole. Even alive.

I felt my stomach churn. He was in pain as if he had been devoured.

Hyunmoo didn’t want to think much about what was going to happen to him. Before he became immobilized, he threw himself right out the window.

A ratman crossbow sniper shot Hyunmoo before he could even hit the floor, and it knocked him out of consciousness.

***

Naked Butterfly and Johan stole their sweat after killing the Ratman Shaman.

The Ratman Shaman itself wasn’t that difficult. Magic was a curse that simply threw fireballs or confused them, and there were no special tactics. But he knew about the ‘whistle’ that Hyunmoo was talking about.

As soon as the gnome recognized that the number of Hunters was high, he blew his whistle.

Hunters had to fight alongside countless swarms of mice while avoiding flying fireballs. In the end, it was the three bullets of Johan who approached the ratman shaman with overlapping protection.

While John healed the Hunters, Naked Butterfly searched for the Ratman Shaman’s corpse.

Enemy butterflies could find scars on the ratman’s corpse, one on her head and two on her chest. What she was wearing was more of a rag than a robe.

She was still clothed in clothes compared to other ratmen, who were nothing more than naked.

“…was this guy probably the primary target?”

Yoo Seong-yeon, the team leader of the Obsidian team, approached Red Butterfly and asked.

“Well. It’s different from the information I’ve heard before, but in the first place, everyone is new to the Flood…”

Team leader Yoo Seong-yeon, who heard the murmur of the butterfly, looked back at John as if it were a pity. Naked Butterfly looked at the other ratmen as well.

The ratmen I faced this time were exceptionally difficult. They moved a little more agile and intelligent.

He evaded properly and stabbed properly, and although he was clumsy, he showed organizational skills.

It even looked like a ratman shaman was conducting with a squeaky sound.

The thing I was most afraid of was the whistle.

I had no idea that suddenly so many swarms of mice would appear. If Hyunmoo didn’t tell us about the whistle early on, he would have suffered another fatal wound.

The Ratman, who pretended to be dead earlier and attacked John, was also experiencing something strange.

“Is there a case where the difficulty of the dungeon suddenly rises? It’s not that the number of monsters increases because of the flood, but rather that the level of the monster itself rises.”

“It’s not that there aren’t any, but it’s like this…”

Team leader Yoo Seong-yeon felt a similar sense of incongruity. I thought maybe John felt something similar, but no one knew what he was thinking.

The red butterfly approached him. As Johann approached her, she began to heal the small wounds on her cheeks.

“John, why did you kill that ratman shaman with your own hands?”

John looked like he didn’t know what he was talking about.

Enemy Butterfly tried her body language, thumping Johann’s pistol and pointing at the Ratman Shaman.

It would be good if he could speak English even for a short time, but John couldn’t even speak English. Still, he seemed to understand a little bit this time.

And instead of saying something, he pointed to the enemy butterfly.

The moment he was about to ask again what it meant, John again pointed to the hunters one by one.

Then he pointed again to the Ratman Shaman and pretended to slit his neck.

“…was waiting for us to kill you?”

It was only so understood. Because it doesn’t mean we waited until we died.

In an instant, Naked Butterfly understood Johan’s position again.

Lee Ji-tae brought Johan to the position of advisor. And instead of bringing in the key elites of Taeseong, he brought in Naked Butterfly Joe and the Obsidian team, both of whom are in the midst of learning.

It was ‘to learn’ about Flood.

“You’re here to judge us as students.”

To evaluate and grow them.

For this reason, John has only focused on healing, assisting, and self-protection up to this point.

This is because the Hunters had to develop the ability to solve them themselves. In other words, Lee Ji-tae did not take this flood seriously.

With this level of ability, he thought he would be able to break through, and he dispatched Johan to manage the situation.

However, this time John was exceptionally direct.

Naked Butterfly looked at John’s back. The meaning that he went directly to battle was not light.

He decided that the Hunters no longer had the ability to solve the situation.

‘I feel like I got an F grade.’

The enemy butterfly bit his lip. I understood, but it wasn’t that I wasn’t angry.

However, it was impossible to rectify the situation without John coming to the fore. It was not the time to dwell on the evaluation at the time when the deceased had already appeared.

At that time, Yoo Seong-yeon, who was searching the corpse of the Ratman Shaman, found something and called the Red Butterfly.

“Yes? What is this?”

“Isn’t this supposed to be… written somewhere in the body that is difficult to memorize ciphertext?”

Yoo Seong-yeon held out something like a piece of white cloth. It was the robe the Ratman Shaman was wearing. There was something painted in the corner.

It was drawn like a map.

***

“What’s wrong with you?”

After the third death and the fourth encounter with the shaman, Hyunmoo finally got a chance to talk again.

But this time, it wasn’t as pleasant as the last time he threatened. This is because the location is a torture chamber, and the torture engineer was a ratman shaman.

Most importantly, the defendant was Hyunmoo.

After capturing Hyunmoo, the Ratman Shaman took the trouble to use magic instead of speaking human words. It was for a rich interrogation.

The Ratman Shaman tapped Hyunmoo’s head with his wand. Then I felt the moans coming from the torture chamber next door changed into words I could understand.

Hyunmoo said it as soon as he knew it made sense.”Are you ready to talk now?”

Instead of chatting happily with Hyunmoo, the Ratman Shaman warmed himself up to hot poker.

Come to think of it, even when he died the third time, he was only tortured to death.

[Heat resistance has been increased.]

He didn’t notice much of a difference as his resistance increased, but he does.

Hyunmoo wasn’t the type to feel grown-up at holding up his screams, so he screamed to his heart’s content.

And screaming loudly satisfies the torture technician and makes the torture stop quickly.

“You’re insane.”

As expected, the shaman got rid of poker early. At the end of the poker, there was a metal in the shape of a Mickey Mouse.

Thanks to this, Hyunmoo’s thigh was also left with a Mickey Mouse-shaped burn.

The shaman put the poker back into the furnace.

“Human, where are you from? What are you doing with the Gray Army? What does it have to do with the Wailing Star?”

The ratmen seemed to call the undead outside the Gray Army. Come to think of it, I think I heard a similar story from Kirson. Did I say the gray army of the north?

“Shi, Gray Army?”

Hyunmoo screamed so much that he asked in a hoarse voice.

“Are you going to pretend you don’t know? There’s no way humans, even after overcoming death, can appear many times during this crucial time. Only a weeping star that swept the land with death would be possible. Oorgil propaganda chief didn’t tell you to specially interrogate you. If you did…”

Hyunmoo found this interrogation interesting.

He only said a word to himself, but he confided in it. Somehow, he seemed to talk more now than when he was tortured in the library.

However, Hyunmoo heard the shaman’s words and suddenly wondered if the Weeping Star was using him to take over this fortress.

‘Look at this? In order to use it like that, you should at least take a trial or raise the reward. Are you trying to use it for free?’

[Wailing Star, Verde, is watching you.]

As soon as they talked about the weeping star, a message popped up saying they were watching. But it didn’t seem like he was giving anything.

“But the crying star doesn’t seem like much. There’s no one to take care of, so inserting a weak human like this… He looks like he wants to catch a rat’s tail now.”

“I, I have nothing to do with the Weeping Star. It has nothing to do with me.”

“Believe it? The head of the military has sprayed poison mist around it. A living person can’t cross it. It’s clear that you’re being put on hold, coming back alive every time you die.”

Oh, was that the reason that sometimes the message that the toxicity was increased? Hyunmoo knew that it was simply because the fine dust here was a little more intense.

Hyunmoo’s silence seemed to be understood as positive by the shaman. He lifted the poker with a satisfied smile.

“But, with your appearance, I know that all of the Wailing Stars have run out. The head of propaganda Oorgil will send you to the Imperial Broadcasting System. The enemies will be defeated, and we will prove that we are truly superior fangs. Tomorrow, everything will be over. It will be over!”

“My, tomorrow?”

“Yeah! Then the Nine-Headed Rat will finally stick its head out through the hole. And finally the light will shine!”

Is this a quest with a time limit?

Hyunmoo wondered what would happen if the quest ended in failure like this. No matter how much I thought about it, it didn’t seem like there would be any good results.

The best thing is to just dismiss the quest as nothing, but in the worst case, restarting may become impossible.

Hyunmoo sighed.

“I wanted to talk a little more like this.”

“What?”

Hyunmoo felt the need to hurry.

A black hand dagger slipped out of his hand tied behind him like a hook magic.