Hoarding in Hell Novel

Northwest.

This area, which was once the west coast, is now called the salt wilderness because the sea has dried up white.

It was all dried up salt wilderness, but it was not without life.

And, ironically, it was the land beasts that ruled the once-sea wilderness.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The howling of a wolf resounded from the huge salt cliffs.

Something perched in the cave in the crevice of the salt cliffs quickly swung its tentacles.

The wolves who were about to approach hurriedly avoided them and aimed at the gaps in the tentacles.

He called him 'Octopus in Oblivion's abyss', but now, not a single wolf cares about such a name.

The important thing was that the gnome used to nest in a cave on a cliff that was just right, and only wielded its tentacles without revealing its body.

The werewolf horde had already been starving for nearly forty days. As long as you have mana, you will not die of starvation, but it will not satisfy your hunger.

The wolves howled furiously and ran towards their tentacles.

Bang, bang! The poisonous red tentacles struck the wolf who was rushing at it at once.

Hundreds of sharp fangs were embedded in the tentacles. The tentacles gripped the wolf tightly with its fangs and dragged the wolf inside in one breath.

There was the sound of humming and savage chewing from within.

It was already the third.

As the number of hungry wolves decreased, they couldn't help but die in despair. Red blood flowed over the pure white salt wilderness.

There was no way to get the octopus out of the cliff, no matter how hard he looked at it. It just barked at the octopus.

It was then.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

A loud howling echoed across the salt cliffs. It was a loud noise that made my hair stand up.

The movement of the tentacles trembled, and the eyes of the wolves turned upward. An unfamiliar silhouette appeared above the cliff.

He was a werewolf with pure white fur.

The werewolves recognized that the pure white hair was a mark of the royal bloodline, Lykanslope.

The werewolves, who had thought of their chieftain for a moment, flinched for a moment, but then realized that they were much smaller than their chieftain.

The white-haired Lycan Slope raised his fist toward the sky, and slammed it down the cliff at once.

The ground rumbled with the sound of thunder.

The werewolves watched the scene in bewilderment. Are you sure you want to do that now? Was that even possible?

Even though the werewolves believed it was impossible, they barked fiercely at the Lykanslope in an unknown anxiety.

However, the Lycan Slope went down the cliff again without paying attention.

In an instant, his pure white hair was stained with red blood.

However, at one point when the number of punches exceeded ten, a huge crack suddenly began to form in the salt cliff.

As the salt cliff began to collapse with a roar, the octopus hiding in the cave had no choice but to craw out in a panic.

What was soon revealed was a head the size of a house.

Its huge head crawled with its thick lips divided into dozens.

Each time their pink lips quivered, the werewolves backed away in a rage of growing disgust.

At that time, a lycan rope on the cliff jumped towards the octopus at once.

The octopus tried to wrap the lycan rope around it with its tentacles. However, the Lycan rope pierced his head at once and dug inside.

The octopus made a strange noise and struggled. The tentacles changed color to all kinds of flashy colors, then slowly slowed down.

At one point, the octopus's head cracked with a popping sound.

In the dark ink, the Lycan Slope slowly stood up.

Werewolves looked cautiously at their opponents who had accomplished this feat alone. One of them changed into the form of a half-human and half-beast.

There was only one lineage of a king with pure white hair.

A little prince who fled to the east.

A werewolf who knew him carefully opened his mouth.

"Yerdansk?"At his question, a roar spread through the werewolves.

Yerdan didn't answer, but the silence itself was affirmative.

Yerdansk was the target of the werewolves' extermination.

But now, no one thought of attacking him. Compared to the time Yerdan ran away from his tribe, he was somewhat different.

His white fur was even golden, and his yellow eyes were now closer to purple.

What changed most was the momentum.

The momentum that made the werewolves curl by itself was flowing out.

The werewolf swallowed his saliva and opened his mouth.

"Yerdansk, descendants of the surviving royalty. Your strength is commendable. However, the shape and flow of nature is something they have to adapt to, not change at will."

"The shape and flow of nature?"

Yerdan opened his mouth for the first time. The werewolf nodded his head and said.

"The appearance of mountains and seas roaming, and the ecosystem that forms the cycle of all living things. It goes against the teachings of the Roaring Star, the king of all beasts."

The werewolf was pointing out that Yerdan had knocked down the cliff.

At that moment, Yerdan burst into laughter.

The fierce laughter made the werewolves heart flutter.

The werewolves were barking at each other in a strange sense of uneasiness that they did not know.

Slowly the laughter subsided, and Yerdan opened his mouth with a smile on his lips.

"I have a lot to point out."

"Are you intelligent?"

“First, the shape of nature, oh my. The world has changed to this way, but where is the natural thing and where is the ecosystem?

"The roaring star..."

"Don't forget about Hermas."

The werewolf made a shocked expression.

Hermas was the name of a roaring star.

As long as they belong to the form of a beast, the influence of the roaring star cannot escape. But is it the same as calling your name out loud and scorning you?

While the werewolf was unable to speak, Yerdan continued to speak.

"Second, I am not royalty. All kings will either die or fall. Now I am but a wolf."

"You're not royalty? But you..."

"Listen."

Yerdan shouted, stomping his feet on the floor.

"All history up to now is the history of class struggle."

***

Rumors didn't just spread in the Northwest Salt Wilds.

In the West, the subordinates of the conquering star were beating their weapons at the forge and whispering secretly.

Whispers were not heard amid the fierce hammering of the molten iron.

They began to tell insidious and rebellious tales.

[O wretched, forsaken, unchosen ones.]

In the East, the clan of the Starving Stars spoke of wandering horses, filling their hungry stomachs with rotting corpses.

While the maggots spread in their mouths as if they were seafood and seafood, they talked about sweet words while imagining an enchanting dinner.

[You have been taken advantage of, lost in groups, and turned away from the above things that should help you.]

In the north, the dead wandering in the winter wind, heard an old message in the wind.

Most of them had long since remembered their last thought, but some of the remaining selves turned their heads towards the source of the wind.

[You do not belong anywhere. Still, you guys were busy eating amongst themselves. Poverty and weakness were directed downwards and further downwards.]

In the south, in the rocky areas of the Broken Earth, a sneaky stalker has heard a rumor.

The conspirators let out laughter like cracking rocks, encouraging the rumors to spread farther and faster.

The rumors slipped through the gaps the conspirators had left, pushing a stronger wedge.

[Is the blood of a hungry compatriot sweet? Do you think you will be freed from the current hardships by killing one and filling the other? Hunger, ghosts, madness, nightmares, and conspiracies threaten you. Do you think tomorrow will be better?]

However, it was the majority of monsters that did not belong to any other place to spread and hear the most rumors.

Either the stars gave up and left, all agents and apostles were lost, or they were not chosen by anyone in the first place.

Miscellaneous and helpless servants who live in hiding simply because they are afraid and difficult.

At the bottom of the food chain, they were whispering this strange and strange rumor.

Rumors of giving them a chance.

[I will give you a chance to devour the things I hate looking down from the sky.]

Rumors of giving them the power of the stars.

[I will give you all the strength to grab the stars.]

Rumors of giving them the power to overcome the self-proclaimed great beings who have tormented them for a long time.

[I will show you that even the gutter under the earth can insult the stars in the sky.]

Climbing up from the bottom, the man who finally died and grabbed the stars was declaring that he would bring down all the stars and give those arrogant beings a taste of mourning.

[Stand up. And come to me!]

And the end of the rumor must end like this.

[All we have to lose is the chains of bondage, and all we have to gain is the world! Unite!]

***

“…is that a Communist Manifesto?”

Sang-hyeon, who first heard Hyunmoo's declaration at the crossroads, said to Hyunmoo as if embarrassed.

Ha-hyeon was deeply moved, but Sang-hyun wasn't.

She questioned Hyunmoo when he was alone with a very complicated mind.

Hyunmoo answered calmly.

"It's only the first and last words, but that's right. Is there a problem? There's nothing you can do about it if there is a problem. Everyone who asks about it must have died or turned into monsters."

“No, that’s it, but… you’re going to give me all the power of the stars? Is that going to work?”

"Of course I can't give it all."

Hyunmoo said relaxedly.

“The important thing is that I accept monsters regardless and spread the power of the stars as much as I can. It is not exclusive to apostles and agents. There will be groups of monsters, so it will be enough to give them only to the leaders of the group.”

"Still, I don't think it's enough."

"I've also included the stellar shards you'll get in the future. Kirsson said. It's easy to raise the low ones to the middle, but it's hard to get the middle ones up. The higher you go, the more power you need."

Hyunmoo said, spreading his fingers.

"I'm going to give all 10 of the 10 powers I can get from the Star Shards to everyone. I'm going to strengthen as many families as possible with very little power."

For this plan, Hyunmoo already gave most of the star's power to Ha-Hyun, Kazat, Yerdan, and Kirsson.

Now they will sow power on behalf of Hyunmoo as apostles.

What Hyunmoo was doing was the exact opposite of what other stars were doing.

The agents eventually use the apostles and their families to strengthen their powers. The great power of the agent all came from monopolized power.

But the problem with this method is that the higher you go, the more power you need.

If you are a family member and you need the strength to fill a glass of water to move up one level, if you are an apostle, you need a bucket of water, and if you are an agent, you need water equivalent to a room.

In other words, it is bound to become increasingly slow and inefficient.

However, Hyunmoo was saying that he would split and split the power of the stars he had.

Even a single goblin can become as strong as Kirsson, but it is a way to make the star rating you have earned with so much effort into a mana.

It was incomprehensible to Sanghyun.

"...what do you gain by doing that?"

"First, the enormous power."

Sanghyun sighed at Hyunmoo's answer.

"Do you think the monsters really know and support ideological struggles? There aren't that many monsters with high intelligence. Moreover, if it's communism."

"Sanghyeon, do you think humans were so intelligent and intelligent that they were so obsessed with communism? You value humans too highly."

Sanghyun bit his lips. Hyunmoo said with a smirk.

"The speech itself isn't that difficult. But if the difficulty had been lower, I would have thought the same as you. But here in Difficulty: Hell, the monsters seem to have pretty decent intelligence."

"I don't know what to say...""And I'm appealing to the instinctive part of the creature rather than that."

"Instinct part?"

"You answered the first great power? This is my second answer."

Hyunmoo said, spreading his two fingers.

"Second, their cracks. It touches the bamboo spear instinct."

“Jukchang… what?”

"People, no matter what life, want to bring down the person above them. Are they different from monsters? They are much more oppressed, and they have the same desire for ascension. You can tell just by looking at Kirson."

The conquering star, let alone the starving star.

In general, all beings have their own desires. But the stars monopolized all means and power to achieve it.

Hyunmoo's declaration could make their desires wriggle.

"Bringing down the stars is what the smallest and lowest things will do. That's their most desperate desire."

Sang-hyeon forgot what to say about Hyunmoo's confidence.

But now he realizes that what Hyunmoo is saying is what he has been doing up to this point, and what he will do in the future.

With his hands in the gutter, he now grabs the stars and is about to bring down the others.

What he is doing now is the identity of the star, Hyunmoo.

"But communism has failed, hasn't it?"

"Failed? Who said it?"

"Isn't it a theory that communism failed after the dissolution of the Soviet Union?"

"Communism is a powerful ideology that broke the strong capitalism and monarchy and divided the world at once? Even after that, communism changed its name to socialism and is still located in various parts of the world?

Sanghyun frowned.

It seemed that he did not know how much Hyunmoo had prepared.

However, Hyunmoo wasn't particularly obsessed with communism.

He was simply a socialist learned by one of his fellow miners when he worked as a miner in the industrial complex.

At the time he thought it was just funny bullshit, and he never thought he'd be of any use here.

"No, that's why it ended up being ruined anyway, didn't it?"

“How many years did it take for the communist state to collapse?”

Hyunmoo grinned.

"We're not trying to build a nation that will last for a thousand years. We start with the fire and see. Once the fire spreads, the one left in the ashes after that wins. Once we win, that's it. After we win, the stars are ours, The results are irreversible. And in the original revolution, it is the people who bleed, but it is not the people who seize power. It is the agitation that incites the people."

In other words, Hyunmoo had no interest in improving the treatment of monsters or equal rights in the first place.

No, from the beginning the speech did not contain such content.

He was just saying he would break the arrogant things up there and knock them down.

I can't say for sure whether I'll succeed or not, but Hyunmoo was trying to eat all these wants and wants and monopolize the price.

Even though Hyunmoo has human hopes at stake.

“Sanghyeon, I love the human world so much. That’s why I want to leave it alone. But humans also made the worst things. And in Hell, there are humans and ways that are worthy of hell. I use the worst humans as my role models. "

Hyunmoo was getting a motif from the many madness, dictatorship, and evil deeds that existed in history.

In the end of the communist revolution that blazed by shouting for equality, there was only one man who finally came to power, a man called the General of Steel.

"A man-made hell will save humans from hell."

Sang-hyun opened his mouth slowly, trembling his lips.

"Hyunmoo, you're such a disgusting bastard."

"thanks."

"But... in this world, it's hard to argue who's worse."

It's already hell here.

Then you will have to fight a battle worthy of hell.

"That's right. In the first place, this wasn't a battle of who was right and who was wrong. It was a battle of who remained at the end."

Still, Sang-hyeon could not erase his contemptuous expression.

"I think you've found a name for a star that suits you."

And at the same time, he said with contempt to himself for not being categorically opposed to Hyunmoo's way.

"You are the star of hell. Burning in the deepest and darkest places, the star of hell."

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