SSS-Class Suicide Hunter Chapter 223

Episode 223

One.

Looking back,

Viscount Amethyst clearly warned me.

-Don’t try to stop the little people. This is a warning.

Just before I could open the lock on Viscount.

She already knew that I had a lock in my hand.

If the Viscount was a ruthless person, he would have made it impossible to use the key at all. He wouldn’t have answered the questions I asked him, and he wouldn’t have given me the correct answer to my prodding interrogation.

Viscount Amethyst could do that as much as she wanted.

I didn’t do that.

She just calmly announced. The lock I opened would lead to a secret room, and the person who would be hurt there would be me.

-Soin has a habit of inadvertently destroying adorable children.

I opened the lock.

And God’s warning paid off.

2.

– Mr. Yoo Soo-ha.

A familiar bar.

Dark air.

There were many expensive bars on the first floor of the tower. It was a fully-run bar, decorated just like the outside world, imported a lot of bottles of alcohol that were considered high-end even in the outside world, and sold them at eye-popping prices.

It’s a rip off.

However, there are customers everywhere in the world who accept being scratched like a shoulder massage. No matter how expensive it was, customers lined up to buy it.

A hometown I can no longer return to. The outside world.

The fantasy of stopping by an ordinary bar outside for a moment and having an ordinary life is worth enjoying, no matter how many gold coins you spend.

– Mr. Yoo Soo-ha.

-Ahh… ?

The bar where Yoo Soo-ha wakes up is a beer house.

This is the so-called Hope.

Even in the wide expanse of Babylon, there is only one store that serves Korean-style hops. The store is equipped with a large refrigerator, and inside the refrigerator are beer cans of familiar brands.

Beer cans that show off the brand name in blue letters to give off a cool feel while showing off cheap silver glitter. A beer can with an unsophisticated gold border that shows off its luxury by saying that it is gold in shape. etc.

Funny enough, none of the brands had Korean written on their labels. It was all in English.

-Oh, what else… … .

To Suha Yoo, those beer cans were proof of her hometown.

The country he fled to live in is a place where he had to say out loud that he loved his country’s letters. In other words, his hometown’s letters did not receive much love.

Everything born there was not loved.

The people hated the people. People hated people. He hated the child he gave birth to, and he hated the parents who gave birth to him. People who disliked each other gathered together and built a building called a school. I hated it there again.

-Why are you waking me up, why… … ?

The only doctrine that Suha Yoo learned in that country was how to hate people.

I was born among people who disliked each other, and grew up with people who disliked each other. What else can you learn? math? language? Morality is as useless as time. Essentially, all Yoo Soo-ha learned there was hatred.

How many of the parents who conceived and gave birth to themselves can speak out loudly?

[I like humans]

How many parents can honestly say that they love humans?

It wasn’t just the parents. It was the same with the teachers. Over a period of 6 years, 3 years, 3 years, almost 12 years, numerous teachers occupied Suha Yoo’s time. He was transplanted into his own lungs, which carry the exhaled breath of those people.

Yoo Soo-ha wanted to ask.

[Do you really like humans?]

Probably not.

However, to the opposite question, the response was easily predictable.

[Do you hate humans?]

Then your parents will be the first to raise their hands. “yes.” Parents standing behind their classmates next to me will also raise their hands. “yes.” Finally, with all the parents and students raising their hands, the teacher at the table nods his head.

-Of course, I also hate humans.

therefore.

f*ck you.

-Suha Yoo, you are completely drunk.

Someone tapped his shoulder.

It was a small hand.

-This is not a classroom. Suha Yoo. Can you see the postmark?

-Ah, ceebaaaal… . That sucks, Ssang… . What… … what? where are you… … ?

-is it so. Actually, this is a school. yes. This is the high school classroom that Suha Yoo attends.

-When is it not school? … ?

-What kind of school in the world would give cans of beer for lunch?

Tuk.

Someone placed two huge beer cans down on the table.

Yoo Su-ha, who was drunk, twitched his shoulders. Then, with her alcohol-soaked eyes, she sniffed as she gazed at the two gigantic pillars in front of her nose.

-Uh-huh… … ?

-It’s beer. A Korean beer that sings that without Suha Yoo, he will die. In my opinion, if I were to pick the worst beers in the world, it would be these beers that came down here. However, since people from any island country love the food of their hometown, there must be one or two people who drink Korean beer the most deliciously. Ego. Lift it up.

-Uuuuuu… Wow… … .

Yoo Soo-ha held the beer can with his flabby hands. It must have been very cold as it had just been taken out of the refrigerator, but Yu Su-ha didn’t care. He quickly opened the can and then gushed his beer down his throat.

-Pahaaaaa!

-Do you like it?

-Hwiwoo. Wow, good. good. ah! good night. Where are we?

-There are two possibilities.

-say it! Our manager!

-First, Suha Yoo has now cut down the school palm tree. And his friends rode a scooter all the way to the bar district of Samcheong-dong. Since I didn’t really want soju, I decided to just have a beer, so I went into a decent-looking pub and drank until I was drunk.

-Ok! Kwa-la! Alright!

Yu Su-ha shook the beer can, feeling like an ancient barbaric warrior.

Beer Can swallowed the liquid contained in his torso, and Yu Soo-ha willingly received the holy water bestowed by Dionysus on his entire head.

Suha Yoo didn’t care, the bar owner didn’t care, and no one who was talking to Suha Yu didn’t care.

-The second possibility is that Yoo Su-ha is no longer a high school student, this is not the cheap bar district of Samcheong-dong, and it is not even Korea, but Yoo Su-ha, who has already become an S-class hunter, just wanted to feel the taste of her hometown for no reason. The story is that he stormed into a pub and drank until he was drunk.

-Uhm.

-Which scenario do you like more, Suha Yoo?

-now… … What was the weather like outside… … ?

-The current weather on the Korean Peninsula is, in a word, rainy season. The rain that fell yesterday is falling again today, and the rain that fell today is falling twice today. An unpleasant vapor is rising all over the neighborhood, and if you pass by this street, your stress level will automatically go up by -1, -1, -1.

-Did I bring an umbrella? … ?

-No. There is no predisposition.

-f*ck. Well then, go with the second possibility! f*ck!

Yoo Soo-ha emptied another can and turned around.

-president! Khupp, um. Here’s the math!

– It’s a calculation, but please do it right first.

A girl snatched Yoo Soo-ha’s wallet. In her wallet, there were tons of folded banknotes taken from the Bank of Korea. After counting the numbers on the bills, the girl asked.

-How much did you get, boss?

-You ate a lot. Adding the cost of snacks, it came to 60,000 won.

-oh my god.

The girl turned around and glared at Yoo Su-ha.

-Did you drink that much?

-sorry. I think I’m going to burp now… .

-Why do I spit out the alcohol instead of burping? Then maybe you can get a discount. I ordered five snacks and 11 cans of beer by myself. So does it all fit in the stomach?

-Ooh, uh… … Ugh, huh, huh… … Big! Wow! Kweeeeeek!

-crazy.

The girl’s expression was sour.

-Soin will clean that up. Owner.

-No, no, it’s okay. That’s all part of the service. Anyway, I will take 60,000 won.

The girl took out Korean banknotes from her wallet and handed them over.

And from this point on, the stunts that created the “illusion of the bar” were performed.

-There is one gold coin per 100,000 Korean won worth of bills, right?

-These days, the price has been higher for a while. It’s not easy to bring Korean money.

The bar owner whispered.

-Chinese or Japanese money can be easily imported, but Korean money really has no purpose other than collecting in the Tower of Babel… … .

-I’ll give you two more gold coins. Please bring plenty of money. That way, when customers spend a lot, they pay in Korean currency and receive money in Korean currency. -Oh my gosh, this is Yoo Soo-ha’s manager. How can you be so smart and take a close look at our store’s situation?

The bar owner repeatedly bowed his head to the little girl.

Yes.

In the Tower of Babel, the bar is a space of [magic].

This is Korea. Only Korean currency is accepted and only Korean currency is paid. Thus, customers can taste the beers commonly found in Korean pubs, including domestic beer, Belgian beer, and Chinese bottled beer. You can also enjoy boneless chicken, seasoned chicken, and even pizza with subtle flavors prepared by the chef.

-Recently, military provocations in the Korean Strait are becoming more intense by the day…

Even news from the outside world, especially Korean news, is played on the bar’s television.

It was a strange sight.

There wasn’t much Korean alcohol on the menu at this Korean-style beer bar. Even the few Korean alcohol brands had all English names. The side dishes were either chicken or pizza, neither of which were foods born in Korea.

At this beer bar, you pay in Korean currency. Only in front. Behind the scenes, he counted the exchange value of gold coins and Korean Won and tried not to run out of [casino chips] in the name of Korean Won.

Clink your beer glasses over there and make a toast! The people shouting were not Korean. None of them.

Those who abandoned their country and entered the tower were all deprived of their nationality, no matter what the reason.

In a place where there was no country, guests shouted about the patriotism of a certain country, and guests without a country were so enraged about politics that they shouted at each other and sometimes even pledged their superiority.

– Mr. Yoo Soo-ha.

A city of displaced people.

-Are you sober now?

-Uh, whatever. Roughly… … and. Normally, all you have to do is take a spin and wash away your hangover! But. I can’t do this because I have an appointment today… … I thought I was drunk and passed out.

-Because you promised Soin.

Someone with a girl’s voice spoke calmly.

-I’m not going to use any aurors today.

-Yeah, what… … . hey. pair. How did you end up making such a promise? I don’t remember.

-On the way back from conquering this stage, I made a bet with Soin whether the Black Dragon would attack with assassins or not. Yoo Soo-ha bet on being attacked. I bet that Soin won’t attack.

-Ahh, ah.

Yu Su-ha frowned.

-I remembered. f*ck. Black Dragon Lord. A dog like a dog. 새끼 같은 개새끼. Hey, Sujeong. You know what? If you look closely at the letters [Asshole], it looks like it’s a drawing of a real dog? and. [Dog] is the head and front paws of a dog. [The bird] has a body and hind legs. [Kiss] is butt and tail. look. pup. Wow. I am a genius. Isn’t it a real dog bastard?

-I see. Yoo Su-ha’s baby is also a real Yoo Su-ha’s baby.

-Uuuum… … ?

-You may have come to your senses to some extent, but to some extent, this is making Soin uneasy. No way, Mr. Yoo Soo-ha. You probably forgot about the interview tomorrow, right?

-tomorrow… … Myeonjeeoeoeoup… … ?

-yes.

girl.

The hunter in the form of amethyst answered briefly.

-An interview to select a new manager.

Thump!

Yoo Soo-ha grabbed Amethyst’s small shoulder.

-You said I don’t need a new manager!

-sick.

-Hey, Sujeong! Are you upset about something with me? If you’re upset, tell me. This oppa listens to everything I say. Is your salary too low? Should I pour cash into it until salty water comes out of my mouth? Who is bothering you? What kind of bastards, you f*cking bastards… … uh? They should just cut off the limbs and throw them in a remote area of ​​the hunting ground on the second floor. Those bastards who don’t know the subject… … . uh? Sujeong! I’m a big guy. Speak!

-postmark.

-huh! What is it? I’ll listen to anything!

-I have no strength, so it’s difficult to move things.

-…….

-I’m short, so it’s hard to get behind the wheel. Every time I drive with Suha Yoo sitting behind me, my butt, back, and neck hurt.

-Uh oh… … .

-We need to bring in a new manager. Suha Yoo. A star hunter like Yoo Soo-ha inevitably needs manpower.

-Can’t I just carry that burden?

-Sooha Yoo also drives the car herself?

-huh.

-Are you okay?

-I don’t think I’ll be in good shape. sorry. It won’t work… … . This oppa, everything else is fine, but I can’t accept the fact that his form is dying…

-If we don’t hire a new manager, Soin is on the verge of dying from overwork. Pull it out. Otherwise, I will retire.

-ah! ah! what! Why are you even considering retirement, Assistant Manager Amethyst?

-Since when did the title of assistant manager arise among us?

-just now. It’s my guild, so I’m the boss and I’m the king. From now on, you are Assistant Manager Amethyst.

-ha… … .

Amethyst sighed.

-Then, I will begin the manager interview screening tomorrow as scheduled.

-That’s what I do too, right? ok?

-Of course. It’s about choosing a manager for Yoo Soo-ha.

When we returned to the guild building, there was already a colorful banner hanging.

[We are recruiting a manager for World No. 1, S-Class Hunter, Tyrant of the Tower of Babel, and Hunter Yoo Soo-ha.]

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