The Player Who Returned From The Apocalypse

It was the day before Astaroth contacted Satan.

That was when he returned home from the guild's work as usual.

Other times he would have moved with others with space-transport magic, but that day he had a different idea and walked.

'S-class Awakened disappearance case... .'

He got a headache thinking about what he had seen in the guild.

It wasn't just an S grade.

Among the S grades, they were disappearing mainly from those with a fairly high status.

At first I thought it was just their whim, but as time went on, I realized that it wasn't.

The frequency increased, and they weren't doing what they were supposed to do just because it was an individual action.

They were given some degree of freedom, but this was the first time they had.

I couldn't help but wonder what had happened.

"If it's a problem, who... is it..."

Who.

I turned to the back for some reason and thought straight away from the conclusion.

Few people were able to do this in the first place, and everyone who can do it somehow and for a reason... It was because nothing happened.

It is now an exhibition.

The situation was more urgent than ever, and they were fulfilling their duty to work together to save the world.

There is now the worst situation.

There was news that the Count Malius, who had been holding up well, had been ravaged by the Monster Union. I heard that a new strong enemy has appeared.

When I saw that the strong Adamantium wall was torn down, I imagined how powerful it would be.

Whether it is an individual or a group, it can create a power similar to that of Darkists and Satan.

Fight each other in this situation?

It was a nonsensical story as long as it wasn't mental.

Astarot, who stopped walking and sat roughly on a nearby street, opened a notepad and wrote down the suspects.

After all, they were all just people who didn't want to be suspicious.

'Still, let's select a suspicious person.'

They were all S-class Awakened, or those with the skills to kill them.

First, it was important to check their alibi.

A district divided by the walls of Adamantium.

When passing this, it must be recorded, and it was close to impossible to pass secretly.

So, if you could use this to make sure you were in the same area when the incident happened... .

"No. No."

Astaroth thought that far and realized I was wrong, and he put an X on it.

This is too one-dimensional thinking.

What if the mastermind of this case was not one person, but a group.

Then this alibi is meaningless.

I don't think that's possible, but the worst hypothesis kept coming to my mind.

Think a little more positively.

'Then, if it's not an internal act, but an external act... .'

- Then I'd like to get a little better.

This was not a very good situation either. When I said outside, I meant an attack by a monster or an enemy.

It meant that the adamantium wall, which had never been penetrated, had been invaded without force.

A person strong enough to kill an S-class Awakened.

"Eww."

"Then the earth will go out."

A man spoke to Astarot who sighed.

poras.

He was one of the top ten hunters in the Hunter Guild.

He was valiant on the battlefield and had a record of catching multiple S-ranks.

He knew him that well, but he wasn't the only one famous.

Disadvantages rather than strengths, he was usually reticent, but when he got drunk, he was famous for trying to drink with strangers, no matter how unfamiliar it was.

Even now, he was holding a bottle of wine with his face red.

It looked very ordinary.

"…what. Are you drinking today?"

"Why? No?"

"Are you going to come out to the guild a little bit? The monsters are still infested."

"Ah. Aren't these things that don't move properly? If they had moved properly, Area 7 would have collapsed already."

"I'm asking you to take precautions to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Yeah. I do that when the price of alcohol runs out. More than that..."

dump.

Phoras, sitting next to him, said, taking a new drink from his inventory.

“Let’s have a drink together.”

"Is it alcohol?"

"Yeah. It looks like there's something to worry about, but wouldn't it be resolved if we talked together?"

Astarot hesitated for a moment as he looked at the drink, but then nodded his head.

As he said, it would have been better for him to drink and consult with him than to grumble alone.

"Then let's get drunk."

Astarot, who received the bottle, drank as it was, and talked with Phoras.

He was as detailed as he could be about what he had been pondering and reasoning.

Upon hearing that, Poras responded by asking a number of questions.

He didn't give an opinion, but that alone seemed to put his mind at ease.

“…He’s very cautious without even giving out his tail. I told him not to go alone in a secluded place, but when someone says something, you have to listen…”

"Yeah. You're right."

“What do you mean by going alone too?”

"So are you?"

Phoras smiles and offers a drink, clashes with a salty sound, and drinks again.

… How many bottles already?

Looking at the pile of wine bottles, his head was a little dizzy.

"Oh my. Are you already drunk?"

"I can't. Come on, drink more."

"No, I think I'm really drunk. I'm going to do it this far. I have to go to work tomorrow..."

Saying that, Astaroth gave strength to his leg, and then fell over.

… Something is strange.

I drank a lot this time, but I wasn't drunk enough.

He knew exactly how much he drank and was a good drinker.

"So let's keep drinking and talk."

Phoras said still sitting.

"Let's see. I heard your reasoning well. One crazy guy in the Underworld or a group and a monster union? I honestly admired it. First of all, there was a correct answer."

“Hey… what do you mean?”

"If I had left it like this, I think I would have paid for a few days and got caught. I'm lucky."

"Foras..."

Astaroth slapped his trembling legs and forced himself to stand up. and he saw him

He was still smiling, but the mood was different from before.

The atmosphere we saw in the war, living towards the enemy, was buried.

“…is it you?”

Tang, Degurrell-

Poras answered the question by throwing the bottle he had drank on the ground.

"Half the answer."

half a million.

That is, it is not correct.

He said that there was a correct answer among the reasoning, which meant that he was not an individual, and he was not a monster.

That's a group.

"Damn it. That's the worst."

It was the worst thing I could have imagined.

As Astaroth spit and spit, the ground blew out smoke and melted away.

It is true that this drink is strong, but it cannot be this strong.

"I think I ate a little too little, but the medicine seems to be working."

he poisoned his drink

Phoras got up from his seat and raised his sword.

Astarot looked at it and, convinced, took his spear from his inventory and supported his body.

And he asked.

"Why are you doing this? Have you forgotten Satan's grace?"

"Satan? Oh, and by the way, I knew you belonged to that side? Now I am not that side."

"then…."

“There are only two factions in this country, right?”

Baal.

It's his lukewarm bastards.

I don't know how it was roasted, but it seems that Poras went there.

"Well, would it be enough to have heard this far? Thinking that I will be punished for not obeying the command not to go alone at night, and die!"

Awesome-!

Phoras swung his sword with all his might.

A red sword erupted from there.

It was his unique skill, Sura Ganggi.

This also made it clear that he was Phoras.

So… .

Kang!

The acting ends here.

Astarot, who looked anxious, blocked his sword.

He straightened his body, which had staggered as if he was anxious.

Astaroth straightened his body and blocked his skill with only one hand holding his spear.

Phoras looked at it and widened his eyes.

"Uh. Enough. Thanks to you, I know a lot."

"ね...!"

Fight!

swing the window vigorously.

The spear that wrapped the sword that had collided like a snake broke the sword and slammed Poras on the waist.

Phoras flew away as if he had hit it with a baseball bat.

Astaroth didn't just look at it, but immediately followed it and struck him several times before falling to the ground.

blah blah blah blah-!

The ground cracks with impact.

Poras also took out a new sword and tried to resist, but it was difficult to properly block it since the player was lost.

Above all, without a decent penalty like poison, he had no power to defeat Astarot.

There was no one in this country who could face him except Satan and Baal.

thud!

Phoras fell to the ground only after his body was shattered.

Astaroth approached him.

"Do you know what a trap investigation is?"

“….”

"It's a way for a detective to become a bait and induce a criminal, and it works again. Asking for the bait like this."

The silent poras.

But Astarot kindly taught him why he was alone.

And he reached out towards him.

Now, all you had to do was grab it and it would be over.

And.

Work has always been a difficult one.

Sreung-!

Poras drew a new sword again to see if he still had the strength to move, and swung his sword.

Unlike before, Astarot pulled back his body for a moment at the haphazardly swinging sword and swung his spear towards the sword as well.

The sword, weighed down by the spear, broke in half as badly as before.

But Poras was smiling despite the bleeding from his head and the broken weapon.

He catches the broken sword in reverse.

Fu-wook!

stabbed his own heart.

“….”

Astarot couldn't react because his head turned white to the sudden event.

At first he thought it was just a new skill he didn't know he had.

It was suicide.

"Damn it."

Astarot regretted the loss of his precious S-Class Hunter, and confirmed his disappearing corpse.

He looked like he was definitely dead, as the magic stone had fallen.

The matter was serious.

“…I have to tell Satan.”

He didn't have to deal with it alone.

* * *

Same day, same time.

Yaldabaoth sneaked out and met a man.

He looks like Abaddon.

He was one of the top five in Satan's forces.

He said with a grin at Yaldabaoth.

"long time no see."

"Yes that's right."

"Did you bring the information?"

Yaldabaoth said quietly, prostrate.

"Of course. Sungjin-nim."(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

* * *

"Wow."

Seere, as usual, had motion sickness.

Seongjin, who transformed into a Garp beside him, stroked his back.

"Why are you so sick of motion sickness?"

"You're not here. It's like it's never been like that before... Whoops!"

"Yeah. Don't open your mouth. If you want to vomit, vomit in the bathroom."

When Seongjin pointed to the nearest public restroom, he was shaking his head until the end, but when he lightly tapped him on the back, he ran as if impatiently.

and after a while.

Seerere's complexion, which came out with the sound of dripping water, looked much better than before.

"Ugh, what did I do in my previous life that brought me here already?"

Is motion sickness hurting my self-esteem so much?

Seere said turning around.

This was the second area I had come to before.

Originally, Seongjin and Seere were busy monitoring the Monster Alliance in Area 7, the front line.

However, due to recent events, we have gathered here again.

King, Satan's command or something.

'Well, I think it's going to work out as planned.'

Sungjin recalled what happened yesterday.

Yesterday, the body transformed into Poras encountered Astarot, the second person of the Satanic forces.

I was very lucky to have met him, who will play the most important role in this operation.

It was fortunate that he was in a place where no one was nearby to investigate the trap, and the timing of his preparations was good.

And he carried out the operation.

I was able to get along with him in moderation and hear how important he was to the case and how close he was to the truth.

He also succeeded in injecting false information into him.

Because he used a mixture of mutations, he was able to replicate even the skills that Poras had, so there would be no doubts.

On top of that, when he finally died, he even acted by dropping the S-grade manastone that came out of killing the real Poras.

'I thought this was paving the way for civil war, but the reaction was very quick.'

I was wondering if a better result would be waiting for me if I killed the real Astarot and wore his skin around.

This was the perfect result.

Seongjin is the destination, Pandemonium. He said as he headed to the so-called Man-Majeon.

He said, "You reap what you sow."

"You reap what you sow? Did I do anything wrong in my previous life?"

"The price of alcohol. You haven't given me yet."

"Then you sowed? Now that you reaped, I don't have to pay for the drink."

"Why are you talking like that?"

"Hey. Good luck."

"Hey!"

As if not to listen to the next words, Seongjin followed Seere who entered Pandemonium first and went there.

“….”

A space full of silence.

Even Seere, who was playful and talkative, did not run and sat quietly here.

Would you say it's surprising?

A lot more demons than expected were sitting in a place like the Colosseum, and S-class giants were gathered.

"…something seems to have happened?"

Seere, unaware of the situation, said.

And Sungjin, who knew the situation very well, answered.

"No. It hasn't happened yet."

is going to cause

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