The Artist Who Paints Dungeon - Chapter 101



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Episode 101

B-class hunter.

“… … .”

It is said that in a world where anyone can become a hunter by simply awakening, even a dog or a cow, that does not mean that a B rank is low.

Above all, he was a first-class citizen from birth.

“… … .”

Not only do they live in the city, they are also rated as top-notch in protecting the city.

So basically, wherever I went, I was treated with favor and respect. That was what it meant to be a first-class citizen in this world.

“… … .”

That was something to be very confident about.

“…uh….”

To the extent that I would try to deal with a third-class citizen as I pleased.

“… What, what is this… Where am I?”

Beatle… .

I barely managed to get up with my body feeling weak.

“What the…?”

Park Eun-gyeom, a first-class citizen and B-class hunter, looked around.

“… Is it a dungeon?”

There was a reason why he, who could not say that he had little experience as a hunter, had such an obvious and stupid question.

“There’s a dungeon like this?”

It was completely colorless.

Bright white. Black as a charcoal black. Light gray. Slightly dark gray. Gray close to black.

A gray that’s almost white. A gray that shimmers like glass. A gray that ripples as if it were alive and breathing. Gray. Gray.

The man was left stranded in the middle of a gray city.

“… … .”

The man unconsciously felt his chest, feeling out of breath as if his lungs were filled with cotton.

I knew rationally that there was nothing wrong with my body, but no, it wasn’t a cold feeling. This was… .

“… What, what is this… .”

A creepy feeling of weakness. I couldn’t exert any strength anywhere. It felt like every muscle in my body had disappeared.

“Where is this place?”

It was as if the lungs themselves had disappeared. Even though I was speaking, it was as if my tongue had disappeared, I couldn’t tell if my vocal cords were vibrating, and I couldn’t even hear my own voice.

“… What the heck… .”

This emptiness gradually consumed my whole body to the point where I felt a sense of discomfort. It was a natural change, as if someone was whispering next to my ear, “It should be that way.”

It started with a sudden gasp of breath as if I was about to die, then it felt like my breathing holes had disappeared, and my heart that had been pounding became incomprehensibly quiet even in this strange fear.

Even the warmth of my fingertips is disappearing.

“Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense….”

The man hesitated and quickly looked around.

Gray here. Gray there. Gray here. Gray there.

The buildings are plain and simple rectangular shapes, made to reflect Seoul’s unique curves, and are also made to be very long or very short.

‘Make it?’

Who made this?

‘This is… this is a dungeon. Yes, it’s a dungeon.’

But something was strange. So much was empty.

This damned grey city looked so vast and dirty, with so many buildings, yet no sign of anything. Which dungeon in the world could be this quiet?

‘I don’t even feel any hostility.’

I thought the fear was that monsters would rush at me to kill me, but no. The fear was that this vast dungeon, with no end in sight, was just looking at me without doing anything.

It was just staring at the man.

“… … .”

scared.

scared?

Are you scared?

‘… I can’t even tell the difference between one emotion and another… .’

At first it was just a gasp.

Next came the organs extending from the lungs and the warmth that came from them. Next came emotions.

“Ugh, ugh… .”

Where to next?

The existence of ‘Park Eun-gyeom’ was gradually disappearing.

“… Ugh!”

The man who quickly shook his head grabbed my hand.

‘Don’t think strangely, what disappears? It’s obvious that there’s a hand and it’s not cold.’

All of this was just an illusion. This dungeon was also a brainwashing device designed to kill the man.

Since this was my first time in a quiet dungeon of this type, I panicked for a moment, but he wasn’t someone who would be taken advantage of so easily.

“If this is a dungeon, what kind of dungeon is it?”

Is it mobile or fixed? Is it virtual, is it a cottage, is it an entry?

The man rolled his eyes around, consciously taking deep, calm breaths.

“I was definitely led by that… that hand…”

He didn’t remember the exact details, but he did remember that he came across a picture frame in the ‘Jewel Vein’ and was forcibly dragged in by transparent hands crawling out from within it.

The expression on the man’s face, who had been trying to survive while keeping his composure, quickly turned pitiful.

It wasn’t anger, it was despair and fear.

“… … .”

It reminded me of the moment I was dragged into the frame.

“… Sigh… .”

The feeling was vivid, as if my body was becoming paint and flowing down.

‘… T, you shouldn’t think like this. If you panic even more in a situation like this, your survival rate will only decrease… Yes, you have to come to your senses. Come to your senses… .’

I tried to pull myself together, even if it was by force, but it wasn’t easy.

It was a really strange feeling. Was it painful? I guess it was. Was it peaceful? No, it wasn’t.

The feeling of being caught by transparent hands and being eaten by the frame first, starting with my feet, slowly melting away like wax. That pain.

How could I ever forget the feeling of becoming a living, thinking liquid?

“… … .”

I lost my mind from the pain and came all the way here without being able to resist… .

“… … .”

so.

“… … .”

What were you trying to do?

“… Ah, ah, ah.”

dump-!!

The staggering man fell backwards.

“Ugh….”

Now even my thoughts were disappearing into this emptiness.

‘This can’t go on.’

I don’t know exactly what kind of dungeon this is.

Although the structure may have been similar to the dungeons he knew, it was completely different. Still, as a B-class hunter, the man instinctively realized that this dungeon was like a mutation.

So, the chances of surviving were even lower, but it didn’t matter. To be exact, it was closer to not thinking about it.

The man, who realized that he was becoming so incapable of even thinking due to the pain and fear, tried to struggle somehow.

“Get up, get up. Get up… .”

For some reason, I had no strength in my body since a while ago. It was a similar feeling to when I had not yet awakened, had just woken up from sleep, or had collapsed under the weight of too strong an emotion.

But even that was creepy.

‘Isn’t this dungeon sucking away the strength I should be able to muster?’

That’s why I had such doubts.

A man who had been flailing around on the floor like an insect for several times barely managed to get up from his seat.

I couldn’t understand it, but my whole body was covered in soot, perhaps because I had rubbed my body against the dark gray asphalt floor so many times.

No, it was more like the paint was seeping out.

‘dyestuffs?’

Only then, and very late, did the man realize whose dungeon he was in.

“… Black Cloak… .”

Wasn’t that a very famous topic of conversation recently?

“… Black, black cloak…!! Yeah, that bastard…!! That monster bastard!!”

Even in this dungeon, the deep arrogance and overflowing anger that had become ingrained in him could not be hidden.

It was that dog-like monster bastard who had created the image of himself being dragged around like a stray dog ​​and struggling miserably like this.

A monster as lowly as a beast can do this to a human!

“Fuck, fuck, f*ck!! You’re a petty monster who just keeps throwing out worthless gifts…!!!”

He didn’t even know what I was yelling at.

Perhaps, if he had been a hunter with a little more knowledge and ability, he would have realized that this was the stomach of the ‘Black Cloak’ and would have shown the utmost humility and reflection.

But if he was that kind of person, why did the ‘City of Emptiness’ bring in a person named Park Eun-gyeom in the first place?

Geo’s children knew exactly what their father hated: beings who didn’t even know the subject.

“Ugh, gasp… huh…”

The man who had been struggling for a long time slowly moved away from the place with trembling feet.

Even though they all looked the same, there was always an entrance to every dungeon. There was no dungeon that had no way out.

That couldn’t be called a dungeon. So it must exist, of course it must exist. But the question still remained.

‘Why the black cloak?’

Although the response level of the Korean Constitutional Court website has been adjusted quite high, the people who manage that information are all human, so they may have been a bit overly cautious.

The explanation was to be careful and such, but in reality, the black cloak has never harmed humans.

‘There are a few idiots who died because they left their seats right away…’

The man, who had been thinking of the ‘Deep Sea Country’ for a moment, shook his head.

‘I’ve never heard of an attack like this.’

The ‘Black Cloak’ he knew was a crippled monster that would suddenly pop out, greet you gloomily, give you a gift, and then disappear.

I even heard some nonsense that some people would gather together and spend time talking about the ‘Black Cloak’ because it was so trivial…

‘Why on earth would a monster like that come at me?’

It was when I was moving my feet one by one with difficulty.

“… … .”

Stop―.

The man’s body froze.

“… … .”

I ignored the creaking jaw, like an unoiled hinge, and turned my head to look behind me.

“… … .”

“… … .”

The suit was standing.

“…what….”

“… … .”

“What is it?”

It was a very black suit.

The colors were like the shadows of a dark basement where not a single ray of light enters. Even the shirt was black, and each and every button was buttoned up so carefully that it looked stuffy. The black shoes that didn’t shine somehow looked sturdy.

It just stared at the man, still with its back to the ground.

‘…stare?’

What on earth are you talking about when you’re looking at that thing that doesn’t even have a face?

‘No, in the first place… why me… .’

Did you know that was behind you?

“… … .”

Even though he didn’t feel any movement, the man knew that there was a ‘suit’ behind him.

“…ah….”

I couldn’t figure out what kind of ink was flowing into my empty brain. I couldn’t figure out what I was becoming.

“… Go over there.”

“… … .”

“Get out of here, you little monster. This, this is just… I…”

“… … .”

“I just….”

With the suit in his sight, the man hesitated and stepped back. He checked his rear frequently, fearing that he might bump into another suit behind him without even noticing, but there was no such thing.

As I stepped back, the suit I had seen for the first time did not even come close.

“… … .”

“… … .”

Even after moving for a while, the suit still remained still.

The man who had made up his mind quickly ran away from that place.

“Ugh…!!”

I fell down on the rough asphalt several times because my legs were weak, but it was not the time to worry about that.

“Ugh, gasp, huff…!!”

Let’s keep running like that.

“evil…!!!”

“… … .”

“Ah, ah. ugh…!!”

Once again, a pitch-black suit caught my eye.

It was walking slowly along the road with its back to the ground, but it was clear that it was staring at the man from the direction of its twisted body. The man tried to suppress a scream as the moderate pace of walking, like someone going to work, gave him an unbearable sense of discomfort.

Still, he ran. He fell, his skin was torn, and he ran again. He didn’t even have time to analyze why he, a B-class hunter, felt pain on such asphalt.

‘crazy…!!’

The man continued to encounter suits after that.

Looking to the left, there was a man in a black suit. He was sitting on a bench, staring at the man running.

Looking to the right, there was a suit running a little slower. It turned its body towards the man and stared at him.

Looking ahead, there were two suits. They stopped and stared at the man as he moved.

Then look back.

“… … .”

Right behind me, behind them, a little further away, and in alleys, inside buildings, beyond windows, on rooftops, under streetlights, next to benches, at bus stops, inside convenience stores, in cars, on buses, there were black suits walking, running, stopping and staring at me.

“… … .”

And then.

If you look ahead…?

“… … .”

Looking ahead.

What happens?

“… … .”

The man felt the black suit breathing on his body.

“Ugh… .”

I couldn’t turn my head forward again.

It was silent, but it had a presence. It was just clothes moving, but it felt like a living person was inside.

No, of course, it can never be called a person and should not be called that… but still.

“… Sigh… .”

The man slowly turned his body and sat down lazily.

“Ugh, ugh… .”

I squatted down in an unsightly manner and saw my own appearance.

“Ugh… Aaaah… Ugh… .”

On the skin that had been rubbed and torn, black paint instead of blood came out.

“Ahh… .”

The man caressed my face roughly with his trembling, pitch-black hands. It was damp.

“… … .”

I turned my head and looked at the glass of the building, and saw my own appearance, stained and black. The dirty black color, as if rotten, resembled holes where flesh had been torn.

“… … .”

I groped around hastily, but there was no hole. But this was a shadow.

The man lowered his head and kept feeling my body, then looked at my pants, which were pitch black as if they were covered in wet tar, then looked at my legs inside them, and then… .

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Raise your head.

“Wow, look at this guy.”

Creepy.

A familiar voice was heard.

“Why is it so spotty?”

“It’s not perfect.”

“So you could say it’s an unfinished work.”

That was Park Eun-gyeom’s own voice.

He suddenly saw a group of people in black suits surrounding him and looking down at him.

“… … .”

They weren’t so tightly packed that there was no gap to be seen, but they weren’t small in number either. They looked like citizens watching someone having a heart attack.

My teeth chattered with a terrible sense of discomfort.

“Wow, look at this guy.”

Exactly the same voice.

“Why is it so spotty?”

“It’s not perfect.”

“So you could say it’s an unfinished work.”

Exactly the same line.

“… … .”

and.

Park Eun-gyeom touched my neck.

“and.”

“…―”

“Look at this guy.”

… couldn’t say.

“Why is it so spotty?”

“… … .”

“It’s not perfect.”

“… … .”

“So you could say it’s an unfinished work.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”