I Became a Hunter with the Heavenly Slaughter Star Trait. - Chapter 5

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Episode 5

Episode 5

The Lizardman’s movements were frantic.

Because it couldn’t see properly with both eyes.

Claws slashing through empty air.

A swaying tail.

-Whoosh!

-Whoosh!

-Whoosh!

It’s too easy to dodge.

Ratmen might actually be harder to deal with.

Those guys are blind from the start anyway.

-Thunk!!!

Oh.

The sword cuts really well.

It’s incomparable to the crude swords of the Ratmen.

It fits perfectly in my hand.

Stabbing heavily and deeply!

“Kraaaagh!!!”

As soon as the claws missed, I stabbed the sword into its shoulder and a scream immediately burst out.

I could see blood trickling down between the scales.

Because of the scales, blood doesn’t gush out like it did with the Ratmen.

-Swish!

This time it’s the tail.

The Lizardman swung its tail, which looked thicker and more solid than an adult man’s thigh.

I jumped to avoid the tail while pulling out the sword that was stuck in its shoulder.

-Splurt!

Ah.

The sword being stuck in was preventing the blood from spurting out.

As soon as I pulled it out, blood gushed forth.

It’s much more slippery blood than the Ratmen’s.

‘I need to be careful.’

Right after dodging the tail, I generously stabbed the sword into the opposite shoulder as well.

-Thunk!

“Kragh! Kraaaagh!!!”

It swung its tail again.

-Whoosh!

Dodge while pulling out.

-Stab!

And stab again.

-Whoosh!

Dodge while pulling out.

-Stab!

And stab again.

Whoosh, stab, whoosh, stab, whoosh, stab, whoosh, stab.

Later it became a continuous series of stab-stab-stab-stab-stab.

After getting stabbed so much, it could no longer swing its arms.

It just shed bloody tears while slowly wagging its tail.

“Are you a dog? Why are you wagging your tail?”

Now I even had the leisure to joke around with a man-eating lizard.

Of course.

This was a one-sided butchering.

“Kraagh, ki, kill, hiss, hiss, hisss…!”

The Lizardman finally began backing away.

Even though it knew this was humiliating.

Being hunted by what it thought was prey.

The terror of that situation.

It was following the instinct that emerged in the face of that terror.

It must escape!

…that instinct.

“Hiss, hisss…”

The Lizardman was shedding bloody tears with its barely functioning eyes, looking for a corner to escape to.

The moment I realized that.

“…”

For some reason, I felt deep disappointment.

‘Just from this much?’

Before I could figure out where that disappointment came from.

“Yeah, let’s end this now.”

I quickly ran and dove into the Lizardman’s embrace.

And simultaneously stabbed the sword into its neck.

Perhaps because the scales below the neck were particularly thick, the sword didn’t go in easily.

Much more difficult than with the Ratmen.

I had to force it with strength to get the cutting sensation.

“Guk…!”

“Oh dear.”

I still can’t kill in one strike.

I know exactly where to stab.

But it feels like my strength and technique can’t keep up.

Well, won’t this improve as I level up more?

This is still just the tutorial after all…

-Thud!!

The Lizardman’s body fell backward.

Seeing its tail twitching, it wasn’t dead yet.

Step by step, I walked toward the Lizardman.

“Sorry.”

“…!”

“I’ll end it quickly.”

The Lizardman’s neck bones are much thicker than those of humans or Ratmen.

More strength is needed to sever them.

I placed my foot on top of the sword stuck in its neck.

My old, worn sneakers pressed down firmly on the sword handle.

I put my weight on it.

-Crack.

The sound of neck bones breaking.

The creature’s once-majestic tail.

Now mangled and pitifully trembling.

Does every being inevitably feel overwhelming terror in the face of death?

‘Then why am I okay?’

Thousand Deaths.

Because of that trait?

How much, how far does a trait influence someone?

I was someone who couldn’t even watch horror movies properly.

If I watched bloody slasher films, I’d have nightmares that very night.

But now I kill Lizardmen without batting an eye.

Am I becoming a psychopath like this?!

‘I don’t want that…’

That thought was brief.

I grabbed the dangling Lizardman’s head.

If I’m going to finish it, I need to finish it properly.

I firmly grasped the sharp horn that protruded from the Lizardman’s head.

-Tzzjeok!

I completely tore off the Lizardman’s head.

-Chwaaaaak!!!

Slippery blood pours down like a waterfall.

Complete victory.

Getting drenched in the pouring blood, I burst into laughter without realizing it.

“Haha, hahaha…”

Relief at being alive?

No, it’s somewhat different from that.

I don’t know what this feeling is.

The feeling of having done what needed to be done.

Should I call it refreshing?

Cool?

“Haha… Ha. Ha. Ha.”

Wow.

I’ve really gone crazy.

Taking a shower in Lizardman blood and saying it’s refreshing?

I’ve lost it.

I’ve lost it.

Thousand Deaths or whatever.

I guess I’ve really become a psychopath.

‘But…’

To survive here, is it better to go crazy instead?

Didn’t someone say that?

To survive in a crazy world.

You have to go equally crazy.

Do I have to do that too?

Is it better to go crazy instead…?

-Jjijik!

Just then.

-Kiiit!

As if my thoughts were correct.

-Kiiiik!

From far away, the cries of Ratmen can be heard.

Must be a different pack.

On the path I came from, they must have discovered their kin’s corpses.

Following the scent, they’ll reach this place soon.

-Kiiii!

-Kiik! Kik!

Ratmen revealing themselves one by one.

I readjusted my grip on the sword and took my stance.

Is it because the afterglow of battle still remains?

Laughter came with excitement.

Good.

Let’s see how many I can kill in one strike this time.

* * *

Entry Hall.

Chairs left empty due to the candidates entering the Tutorial.

In front of them, Executors were waiting.

Executor.

A profession created after the incident where Park Jeong-bae, who successfully returned from the Tutorial, killed all the Management Bureau agents who were waiting for him.

Mental shock or omnipotence gained from Babel Tower affecting reality wasn’t uncommon.

Executors were necessary to protect Hunters themselves and ordinary people from such incidents.

Not just in Korea, but in Japan, China, America, Europe, and elsewhere, the existence of Executors was essential.

Executors are composed of Hunters at least level 10 or above.

Since the difference between level 1 and 10 cannot be ignored, Tutorial returnees could be sufficiently stopped by level 10 Executors.

Until now.

“How many do you think will return this time?”

“Well. We’d be fortunate if even one returns.”

In fact, being an Executor was close to a cushy job.

Because there weren’t many who survived and returned from the Tutorial in the first place.

One person per month.

Or two people.

Sometimes there were none at all countless times.

It would be fortunate to save even ten people in a year.

So, it was natural in a way for the Executors to chat without much tension.

“About six hours left?”

“Yes. If it’s a survival battle.”

If it’s a survival battle, the probability of return is even lower.

Since you can’t even touch your phone in the Entry Hall.

The Executors just slowly, slowly watched the clock with decreasing numbers.

The fastest record for completing a Tutorial was three hours.

Right now, not even two hours had passed.

So the Entry Hall had to be quiet.

No, it had to be.

-Tsu tsu tsu tsu…!

-Tsu tsu tsu tsu…!

When unknown noise came from the empty chairs, the two Executors turned their heads with surprised faces.

-Executors prepare for suppression.

A dry mechanical voice echoes.

-3.

-2.

-1.

And then.

-Pat!

-Pat!

A tutorial returnee has arrived.

* * *

-Thunk!

The moment I stabbed the knife into the Ratman’s neck.

I suddenly feel nauseous.

Dizzy.

Air curtain. High-rise elevator. Roller coaster.

It’s a repetition of all three.

The exact same feeling as when entering the tutorial.

‘Ah, is it over?’

I don’t know what or how much I killed.

Anyway, it seemed like I had to kill everything to return quickly, so I killed them all.

Ratmen and…

Things similar to them.

I don’t know.

Actually, from the middle onwards, I was hacking away in a trance.

Anyway.

I must have returned because I killed them all, right?

I think I killed at least two hundred or so…

At some point I stopped counting.

Monsters kept popping out to the point where I wondered if this was an extermination battle.

I just mindlessly killed them.

Anyway.

I’m fine except for feeling a bit queasy.

Probably?

“Ugh…”

Somehow returning is harder than killing monsters.

I kept my eyes tightly shut until the nausea subsided.

And when I felt a bit better and opened my eyes to look around.

“Huh…”

At the far end of the five chairs.

There’s one more person besides me.

It’s a woman.

I don’t know who she is.

I’ve never met her or had a conversation with her.

Anyway.

That person doesn’t seem like she refused tutorial entry and stayed here continuously,

like the Man from the dining hall or the other Man…

If so, that means she also returned alive.

Likewise, she was also looking at me.

With a slightly grimaced face like mine, probably due to motion sickness.

“…”

“…”

A moment of silence passed.

What should I say at times like this?

Hello?

Nice to meet you?

Congratulations?

“…You survived.”

It seems like a reasonably safe line.

The other person nodded too.

“Indeed, even rolling in a dung field, this world is better.”

“…”

“I can pay off my debts too.”

“…”

“Good, that’s good.”

I smiled brightly.

In my own way, it was kindness toward a fellow candidate.

Actually, I’m not the type to approach people and talk at all.

Why am I acting like this?

Is my personality also being influenced by Thousand Deaths?

Anyway, the other person flinched when she saw me smiling.

“…!”

Ah, right.

I’m covered in blood right now.

“Ah, about this. There are circumstances behind this…”

Just as I was about to explain with a laugh.

-Whirr!

The tightly closed door of the Entry Hall opened.

And agents in combat stance, each holding swords, entered with cautious steps.

“Stop right there!”

Hm?

I didn’t do anything though?

I raised both hands up high for now.

Then the agents pointed their swords at me and radioed.

“Two returnees confirmed alive.”

“One appears severely injured. We’ll check if they’re in a frenzied state first.”

Injured? Are they talking about that woman?

But why are they looking at me?

As I stared blankly at the agents, I finally noticed their name tags.

[Executor]

Right. I was educated about this before entering the tutorial.

Because of a murder incident that happened before, Executors enter first when you return.

Still with both hands raised.

I spoke with the most harmless smile possible.

“I’m fine!”

The two Executors looked at me with faces that said they didn’t understand.

“This isn’t my blood!”

This time the two Executors looked at me with incredulous faces.

“It’s Ratman, Lizardman, and Vampire blood!”

Finally, the two Executors looked at me with faces of disbelief.

The two Executors exchanged glances.

“…”

“…”

Soon they spoke into their radios.

“Director. Definitely in a frenzied state.”

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