Hoarding in Hell Novel

Fallen Empire Ratman Conscript.

The original name of the Empire is not the Fallen Empire, and the original names of the Ratmen are not Ratmen.

Their empire had long since lost its name, and all that was left was a dwindling territories and scattered peoples.

From the moment they forgot the name of the god they served, they also forgot the name of their tribe. He just came to be called Ratman.

Even 'conscripts' were not actually conscripts.

The ratman conscript standing guarding the hallway has forgotten how long he has served.

If you come here, come here, if you go there, go away, if you meet an enemy, you kill it, go round and round, then round and come.

I don't know if that's what being a soldier is all about.

Anyway, the Ratman conscripts were ordered to stand guard and stand in this hallway.

It was the third year.

Outside, the roar of war continued. Even beyond that horizon was once the territory of the Fallen Empire.

Even in their perishing situation, they were mechanically conforming to the ruling system. This is because subordinates only carry out their duties and do not judge for themselves.

But today, he suddenly became suspicious.

In three years he hadn't seen an enemy.

Does it make any sense to keep the hallway like this while the enemies are right in front of you? He had never felt loyal to the Fallen Empire, but he wanted to find his worth.

Ratman was the first to think of his own free will.

That was the guy's last thought.

Why? He nervously swung his arms at the creepy mosquito fluttering.

Because of the wind, he couldn't hear the footsteps behind his back.

In an instant, a white sword pierced through his back. Even at the moment of intuition of his death, Ratman quickly blew his whistle to signal the arrival of an intruder.

But all that came out was a sizzling sound. Poisonous blood was melting his vocal cords.

'Not even a single guy can be vigilant.'

Hyunmoo wiped away the cold sweat. I loosened the webs that were holding the ratman's body and slowly knocked him down.

There weren't many opportunities to use it, but the feature of O'Shet's six-handed glove, 'Once you grab it, never let go', was used in an unexpected place.

Hyunmoo climbed up the walls of the fort.

The Black Citadel had a lot of decorations, so there were many places to hang and hide.

'It would be useless if there was someone crawling on the ceiling.'

Fortunately, the ratmen seemed to walk normally in the hallways, regardless of whether it was a castle wall or a spire.

Hyunmoo searched the ratman conscript's corpse for useful items.

[The Fallen Empire Steel Spear (Rare)]

[Physical Attack: Medium Wound, Magic Attack: Low, Penetration: High]

[Special Ability: Penetration to leather increases.]

I had already looked through their belongings a few times, but it was the same. These guys were also holding rare items like goblins.

'They're of a much higher level, so of course I thought they would have better weapons... … .'

However, the overall condition itself was better than that of the goblins.

Since it is a rare grade, its special abilities are ordinary, but its own stats are higher. It meant that there was a level difference even within the same item grade.Hyunmoo liked the penetrability of the steel spear and thought about feeding Tom, but decided to just throw it away.

Because he tried feeding Tom the weapon and saw the shape become erratic.

He actually did feed a bloody dagger and his blade was slightly shortened.

As long as it's a weapon, the abilities are important, but the form is just as important. He shouldn't be fed a spear for nothing and it's neither a spear nor a sword.

'By the way, where the hell is the road to the central tower?'

Hyunmoo glanced out the window. He obviously thought he was heading towards the central tower, but at some point the hallway curved and he wanted to go down, then went up again and repeated the path.

He just kept going back and forth from spire to spire. Besides, I couldn't fight the ratmen, so I had to hide one by one, so the movement speed was terrible. A day had already passed.

Kugugu Palace.

Another loud noise was heard outside. It wasn't the riots of war.

Hyunmoo saw the bridges connecting the central tower move. The spire and the bridges connecting the spire were periodically restructured.

The principle is unknown, but it was clear that it was driving Hyunmoo into an even more dire condition.

'This structure... … Something familiar.'

Hyunmoo recalled the truncation dungeon.

The truncated dungeon is more crude and clumsy, but is made of the same black Hyunmoo rock. Moreover, the structure and style of the rooms were similar.

The way the corridors moved reminded me of the piers of the Fallen Empire in motion.

I don't know what the two were, but it was clear that they were.

Then Hyunmoo's left hand trembled. It meant that one of the cobwebs spread all over the hallway had broken. Someone was approaching this way.

The pier Hyunmoo was trying to enter next had already begun to move, and the other path was approaching by enemies.

Hyunmoo was looking for shelter when he found a door guarded by a ratman conscript. Hyunmoo looked inside the door and felt it was quite quiet inside.

'It would be better than walking around.'

Hyunmoo brought a ratman conscript into his clan.

He's higher level than Hyunmoo and won't obey his orders. But Hyunmoo didn't really need submission. While he brought it back to life, he infused it with the blood of the hungry.

His red eyes burned with fierce hunger. Hyunmoo quickly disappeared behind the door.

Soon after, loud fighting noises began to be heard from the hallway beyond the door.

Hyunmoo started looking around the room. The room was a place I did not expect to find in such a desolate place.

'library?'

***

"Priest!"

Simultaneously with the cry of her enemy Butterfly, her John reached out to her.

Her body bounced forward.

The moment her hand collided with the Ratman's spear, the spear broke helplessly.

The red butterfly killed the defenseless ratmen in an instant. The ratman, who was aiming for her side, was crushed by another hunter.

The Red Butterfly was subtly commanding them. Since Seo Tae-kyung is gone, if she is the same as she was, it was right that she should pass the command to Yoo Seong-yeon, considering her level, age, and career.

However, Yoo Seong-yeon's legs were uncomfortable and it was difficult to properly judge the situation.

And people don't follow the strong, they follow the lead. Yoo Seong-yeon's decision to support gave her strength.

Hunters slaughtered the ratmen without difficulty. Although the number was greatly reduced and exhausted, except for Red Butterfly, they were hunters fighting in a 4-star dungeon.

Even the enemy butterfly, who was at level 21 when entering the dungeon, was rapidly increasing her level and was already reaching 22.

"Looks like it's not there anymore," she said.

After smashing the last ratman, the Obsidian Team Hunter mumbled, holding his breath.

The luck was that most were only ratmen, and no more than one werewolf showed up. And there were no violent dungeon changes.

“Everyone take a sip of water, and then…”

At that time, a ratman, who had fallen dead, jumped up from among the corpses of his people and rushed towards John.

Even the bodyguards had jumped into the battle, so no one was protecting John.

The red butterfly hurried to run towards him. However, without changing his expression, John took something out of his arms.

Tang, Tang! A roar rang out in succession.

The ratman, who had been hit with one in the head and two in the chest, fell to the floor.

What John was holding was a pistol.

The red butterfly, who was fighting among the cold weapons, looked at John with a ridiculous gaze. He suddenly felt like a barbarian who discovered civilization.

"Gun...? Do guns work against monsters?"

If the gun works against the monsters, the hunters will not have to suffer this much.

It was common knowledge that monsters were weak against weapons and skills that were classified as items.

John explained something, raising his pistol as if he knew what the enemy butterfly was talking about.

He couldn't hear anyone.

Then one of the Obsidian team hunters saw a bullet holding John and his eyes widened.

"Uh, uh! That's, that item made by D&W Industries! It's a 9mm repertoire! The first successful itemization of a warhead! I heard that it was closed due to lack of marketability?"

It is unclear whether John understood Obsidian Team Hunter's words. And even if John explains why he has it anyway, he won't understand. Instead, John drew his name and put his gun back into his arms.

Seeing his calm and calm appearance, people reminded themselves that John is a ranker-level hunter who has reached level 50 even though he only supports him.

"By the way, these guys seem to be acting a little strange. He pretends to be dead. He also seemed to know that John was in an important position."

Red Butterfly was concerned about the ratman's behavior. There is no role as important as a healer in an expedition.

There have already been several moments when Johann would have been hit if he wasn't a top-notch ranker. The Obsidian Hunters had a serious expression on their faces.

"Are they changing their strategy?"

They, too, have gone through many suspicious moments to think of as just a coincidence. Their situation was too serious to say that something strange had happened because they were Flood.

“I think it might be. I feel like I’m getting a little more clever, but…”

I couldn't stop it though. They left their uneasy feelings behind and moved on.

There was little time.

If Seo Tae-kyung and the party left them alone and wrote a return order, from then on, they really had to risk their lives to clear it.

Naked Butterfly found one of the doors while moving. I carefully opened the door to check the inside, and I saw a mess of broken and smashed furniture.

A ratman was squatting in the gap. The other guys were nowhere to be seen.

Thinking she could handle it on her own, she gave her signal behind her and jumped inside her.

Her hand, wrapped in a red aura, quickly tapped and pressed the ratman's neck.

But at that moment, some unknown force of hers slipped her hand gliding to the side.

"Ah?!"

Startled, the ratman quickly climbed onto the structure. Enemy Butterfly was her own mistake, but her other hunters all witnessed it as well.

A fireball flew from the Ratman. The red butterfly was thrown away the moment it was hit by the fireball. But the fire did not burn her body.

It was at the right time that John gave him a blessing."Careful! He's something different!"

Hunters could feel it right away. Unlike the other ratman, he was holding a long staff instead of a spear, and was wearing something like a shabby robe. One word ran through everyone's mind.

'New?'

It was the moment I met the Ratman Shaman for the first time in the world.

***

[The Fallen Empire Ratman Shamans (LV 42)]

'Ratman Shaman?'

As soon as Hyunmoo entered the study, he climbed onto his bookshelf and hid himself. As soon as he hid himself, someone came running from inside the study.

Wearing inefficiently long robes, the Ratman Shaman was the first one he had ever seen.

The guy who saw the scene outside hurriedly closed the door instead of fighting.

Hyunmoo couldn't tell the ratman's expression, but he somehow thought he might have a pale expression on his face.

In addition to the librarian in the study, there was a ratman conscript who seemed to be being treated like a slave. The librarian nervously took his wrath on the conscript.

'great.'

Hyunmoo released the household mosquitoes. Mosquitoes soaked in the blood of the hungry bit the conscript's neck.

The librarian became even more angry when the conscripts involuntarily flinched and dropped the book.

At that moment, the librarian saw the conscript's eyes burning with hunger and thirst.

It was an instant when the conscripts rushed to the librarian.

As the name suggests, he was unfamiliar with melee combat. The moment the conscript was about to bite the shaman's neck, with a squeaking sound, the blade pierced the conscript's head and lodged right next to the shaman's face.

Red blood soaked the librarian's face.

Behind the face of the conscript, who was instantly corpse, Hyunmoo revealed his face.

Hyunmoo cast Control.

Domination inspires a certain emotion in the opponent. Each level and each way of receiving it reacts differently, but above all, it is strongly influenced by the atmosphere.

If you instill fear in a tense and frightened state, you may go crazy with extreme fear, or if you instill love in an affectionate atmosphere, you can become a lover.

Hyunmoo instilled fear into him.

In an instant, I could see the ratman shaman's teeth quivering. Hyunmoo realized the directing was a success.

He seems timid, so he was good to give it a try, just in case.

"Hey, can you speak human?"

Kirsson knew how to speak human language. The librarian clenched his teeth and opened his mouth wide.

"Hey, human? Are there still any living humans left?"

you know how to do it

Rather than knowing how to speak Korean, I thought it would be better to think of it as something that I can understand thanks to the translation function, although I speak in any foreign language.

Hyunmoo broke his sword instead of answering.

shit.

As the conscript's wounds opened, more blood poured out.

"Speak with more respect."

"Hey, human? Was the human alive?"

He looks like he's missing something.

Still, he was satisfied with the fact that control worked.

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