Chapter 6.1

Translator: Seven

Editor: Ana_Banana

(T/N: Hi guys, Im just making this little note to say a few things before we start. This novel is really interesting and the previous translation group did a really good job with it. Especially with their skill cards and forum comments and stuff. But I wont do that(read cant) and so I will just put it the way I know-how(i.e. using just punctuation marks). Maybe if I encounter someone who is able to/willing to do it I will try, but no promises. So please excuse the differences. Alright thats enough of me, hope you enjoy this novel.)

Kukukugh!

People always believed that there was a higher chance of awakening while in a life and death situation. In fact such a myth had been pa.s.sed down in the hunter industry since its inception.

But maybe it wasnt a myth, maybe it was real. Even I had awakened a skill simply for having an excessive amount of jealousy.

Therefore I remained vigilant and shook my knife.

Hik!

I wouldnt give this psychopath a chance.

Kuk!

He would die.

Uh

But what angered me the most, rather than the fact that this psychopath burned me to death so casually, it was something which caused anger to burn in me more intensely than even the pain and the desperation.

He told me his name.

Before returning me to the past, before holding onto my head and lighting it on fire. The Flame Emperor told me something with a smile.

But you know who I am, and you saw me kill the Saintess so you have to die. My name is Yoo Soo-ha. Goodbye.

The thing that crazy guy had said last. One weird part that I just couldnt stand. It was extremely disgusting.

He told me his name.

Why did he tell me his name before he killed me. Did he think that I didnt know what the name of the Flame Emperor was?

He mustve thought it was cool.

The Flame Emperor.

That b.a.s.t.a.r.d probably thought that the scene looked cool. As if in a sacred duel where the warriors learned their opponents name. This is what the Flame Emperor must have thought as he killed me.

Whoever I kill, I do it in fairness. So at least Im not being too imposing.

How dare-.

Like that-.

How dare a psychopath like you.

Think something like that.

A man who killed a witness just because he stumbled across the scene. A person who pretended to be blameless as he came back to inspect the fire he created. A person like that could no longer be called human. He was a beast. A devil, even worse than a beast. Who acted cool as if it made him more n.o.ble.

Dont mess with me!

Puk!

My knife stabbed into Yoo Soo-has neck again.

There was no sound. No scream, no moan. The hunting ground was hidden, far away from where anyone would be active.

I looked up to the sky, but my eyes werent in focus and my body was swaying like a weed in the breeze.

He was dead.

Haha

Maybe it wasnt appropriate to say dead. Yoo Soo-ha was more than just an ordinary hunter, and it wasnt simply that he was dead.

The man who wouldve become the Flame Emperor someday. A legend who had reached the top of the worlds rankings. The one who managed to single-handedly defeat 10 floors in the tower that no one had been able to reach even after trying for years. He was killed by me

Hooo

I sighed.

Now I can be a little sane again.

As I turned to head back, I heard something arrive, probably drawn by the smell of blood.

A pack of wolves were crouched among the trees.

Great

These werent ordinary wolves. They were engraved by what appeared to be tattoos which could be seen even through their thick hair. These were Meadow Wolves and the more complex the patterns on their bodies, the stronger they were.

Though these Meadow Wolves only had the simplest patterns on their bodies, an F-cla.s.s hunter like me couldnt possibly fight them.

First I carefully retrieved the wallet that was stolen by Yoo Soo-ha and stepped back.

You guys want to eat this guy right?

I pointed at the body.

I dont need it. You can have it.

I took another step back.

Come on.

The wolves cautiously approached the body.

Crack!

One of the wolves took a bite, and that seemed to be a signal for the rest of them.

Crack! Crack!

Soon the body couldnt be seen as it was completely covered by wolves.

Eat well.

I hurried away.

Is it over now?

I buried the clothes that had been splattered with Yoo Soo-has blood in a deep pit Id prepared before the fight. As I washed my whole body with water from a plastic bottle and changed into a new set of clothes from my backpack, it still hadnt sunk in yet.

Is it really over?

If my clothes were too clean, people might be suspicious of me. So I deliberately rolled on the ground for a bit before heading back to Babylon, the city on the first floor of the tower.

As I walked up to the gates, a guard watched me closely for a moment before yawning and turning away.

Ah.

No one had realised.

Its over.

Even when I went to a bar and ordered a beer. Even when I emptied the beer and ordered another one, no one cared about me. No one knew what Id done.

Old news played on the taverns television.

-Today, the strategy which was guaranteed to clear the 10th floor failed.

-Hunters ranked 2nd and 7th in the world intend to challenge and defeat the 10th floor together

-Voices of protest against the worlds number one hunter continually grow stronger. This is due to the fact that the Sword Saint still refuses to work with anyone else.

No matter how long I waited, there was no breaking news like, A hunter has disappeared on the second Floor of the tower. But I shouldve expected that.

Novice hunters lost their lives every day. No one really cared about the disappearance of a lone novice, no one cared about me.

In other words.

Its over!

Hey.

I lifted my empty gla.s.s high.

Pour another draft for me!

You sure are drinking a lot. Was your hunt good today?

Yeah it was good. Very good!

Even as I said this, my heart wasnt settled.

I took two or three hours calming my heart with beer.

It wasnt until sunset that I gradually began to accept the reality.

What should I do now?

There was a lot to do.

I could win the lottery. I would get the money and no one would suspect a thing. Hey, my life is about to get better!

I opened my status window which could only be viewed by myself.

[Name: Kim Gongja}

Rank: F-Cla.s.s

Skills (2/4) :

I want to Become Just Like You (S+) : Pa.s.sive

Returners Clockwork Watch (EX) : Pa.s.sive

None

None

Kya. Now Im not even hungry anymore.

My status window was like the most delicious meal in the world. One S+ cla.s.s skill and an EX cla.s.s skill that Id never even heard about. When it came to meals, this was like having caviar on top of my steak.

If there is someone with better skills than this then they are truly broken.

But I couldnt stop the warm smile from spreading across my face.

But i have no combat skill.

Ah

Why was the human mind like this? The thing I didnt have was the thing that I noticed the most.

No matter how easy it is to make money, a hunter must be a hunter even with all the money in the world, without power then it would eventually be robbed .

The society in the tower was much more b.l.o.o.d.y than the outside world. To put it nicely, the strong ate well, and the weak were the meat. It didnt matter even if you wanted to escape the tower and live lavishly in the outside world.

Those who stepped foot in the tower could never leave.

Those were the rules. Not even a hunter with an S cla.s.s teleportation ability could go out of the tower. It was simply impossible.

Only one being in all of Babylon could interact with the outside world. The Guildmaster of the Shanglian Guild. The only hunter with the t.i.tle Count.

Even then, they could only send and receive things from the outside world, they couldnt directly leave.

Anyone could enter, but no one could exit.

This meant that those who had entered had abandoned their wealth, their relations.h.i.+ps, their nationality, their ident.i.ty. Maybeeven their humanity.

Indeed.

Of course, I was one of those people.

Eat or be eaten, that was the law in the tower.

The alcohol made me a little drunk and I couldnt help but mutter. I wanted to succeed so badly it drove me crazy. There was a reason why I idolized the Flame Emperor so much. Was it because of his personality? Did that guy even have something that could be called a personality?

No, the reason was much simpler. I was envious of his success. His achievements had been dazzling, awe-inspiring.

Lets succeed Kim Gong-ja. Okay? What cant a man who died 4090 times do? Its time to be successful

Then.

Jallang!

The bell on the taverns front door rang.