The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

The next day.

Seodam, who spent the night at Eurwangni’s lodging, came out early in the morning and took out his tablet, a distance away from the dungeon entrance.

Unlike yesterday evening, there were numerous scientific machines placed near the dungeon entrance, which are said to be able to identify the wavelengths and patterns of the deformed dungeon.

Frankly speaking, those machines are truly great, but the success rate with it when it came to deformed dungeons was sadly less than 20 percent.

“Ah, your home was more comfortable. My shoulders are stiff.”

“I don’t even have a bed in my home though?”

Taylor stopped Seodam from staying in one of the military barracks yesterday, and they spent the night at a fairly decent lodging nearby.

Of course it is more comfortable than Seodam’s home, which doesn’t even have a bed.

Yet, Taylor massaged her shoulders as if the lodging was uncomfortable last night.

“I’m strangely used to your home.”

“…”

It was not something he wanted to hear from an illegal resident, but Seodam kept his mouth shut.

Apart from Yoo Seodam, numerous researchers, scholars, interpreters, and guilds gathered at the entrance of the deformed dungeon.

Even large organizations such as the Cooperative of International Anomaly sometimes brought machines to interpret anomalies, and all of them showed up making a fuss about how to intercept the deformed dungeon that appeared in Incheon.

However, they weren’t doing any research.

Because Lost Day’s giant machine was buzzing back and forth.

Lost Day has taken over the situation of interpreting the dungeon.

That black machine, which belongs to Lost Day, cost tens of billions of won, and could measure other world’s wavelengths.

Lost Day seems to be trying hard to turn public opinion around through the media by saying that a ‘time over’ will be a big deal and has taken it upon themselves to solve the deformed dungeon.

Taylor Nine looked at Seodam, who was looking at the machine.

With a dull voice, she spoke.

“What are they planning to do with a machine that size?”

“Just leave them be.”

Most of the researchers here came well equipped.

Three famous interpreters of at least A-Rank, a doctor who wrote dozens of papers related to dungeons, and a guild the size of a forklift.

On the other hand, Seodam only carried a tablet with an apple pattern.

“Do you want to go on a date with me to a dungeon?”

“You’re the only woman in the world crazy enough to want to have their date in a dungeon.”

“Isn’t it more attractive? Don’t you think?”

“Go by yourself.”

“What? What crazy woman would go on a date alone!?”

“Naturally, you’re a crazy woman.”

He shook his head at Taylor, who was constantly bothering him, then slowly looked through the magic notes he had written on his tablet.

He was certain.

It was written in different characters from the ones in Vivienda Magic Empire, but the magic of Julexa Empire also abided by the same basic principles.

To put it simply, the formula (A+B=C) on Vivienda is written as (G+N=D) on Julexa.

Maybe because it’s not related to a protagonist, the ‘Protagonist Hunter’ skill did not activate and the language could not be understood, but systematically, it is still possible to read it.

Full interpretation is impossible.

Full understanding is also impossible.

However, he can figure out what’s wrong with it, albeit loosely.

‘This…magic circle is broken, isn’t it?’

The magic circle on the door was surprisingly simple.

A structure that opens just by infusing mana.

But circuits that connect the lines of mana here and there were torn, erased, or broken.

Holding his tablet pen, Seodam slowly connected the magical circuits.

The other day, he took some pictures of information within magic books at the academy with his phone, but when he returned to Earth, it was all erased, so he has no choice but to rely solely on memory.

He couldn’t study well enough to cram for only two months, so he had no choice but to struggle…

‘Somehow, I managed to restore the magic circle to perfect condition.’

Seodam, who finished restoring the magic circle with his tablet, soon rose from his seat.

As he approached the entrance to the dungeon, Taylor Nine followed with a yawn.

“Please wait. We’re currently analyzing the patterns of the dungeon, so please step back.”

Hunters are fighters.

They didn’t have this kind of knowledge.

That’s why the soldiers, who were escorting the researchers, tried to stop him, but Seodam spoke.

“I was interpreting the patterns of the dungeon too.”

“Huh? But…aren’t you Hunter?”

“Is there a law that says hunters couldn’t?”

There wasn’t.

There was also no law prohibiting a hunter from approaching.

Hunters were simply restraining themselves to make it easier for the researchers to do their work.

“Ah, no…”

When the soldiers, with suspicious looks, were forced to let Yoo Seodam pass, the researchers turned to look at him.

‘What is it?’

‘Hunters are bothering us again.’

‘They can’t even do anything, let’s just sit wait…’

There were murmurs among the researchers, but Seodam didn’t care.

The researchers couldn’t talk back to a hunter anyway.

Of course, not all of them couldn’t.

“Aren’t you hunter Yoo Seodam?”

Asked a researcher dressed in white, looking at Seodam

He had the armband of Lost Day, and his name was Han Yoojun.

One of the few A-Rank interpreters in the world.

Having the mysterious ability to interpret dungeons and anomalies, they were treated fairly high, even if they were low rank, and it was obvious how Han Yoojun, an A-rank interpreter, is treated in the guild.

Perhaps his treatment is opposite that of Yoo Seodam.

“Ah, yes.”

The reason why Han Yoojun spoke to him was obvious.

That’s why Yoo Soodam ignored him and just passed by, but Han Yoojun followed after him.

“Haha. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you, but I’m glad you’re-”

“You know what? Piss off.”

Han Yoojun frowned when Taylor stepped in the way.

Straight silvery hair, a woman with a vicious tongue contradictory to her cute face.

Taylor Nine, he couldn’t help but know of this famous hunter.

However, even though Han Yoojun didn’t have that much fame, his treatment in the guild was already higher than S-Rank superhumans because he was an A-Rank interpreter.

Therefore, he had no interest in her.

“Aren’t you Taylor Nine?”

“Do you know me?”

“Of course. How can I not know?”

“Uh. But I don’t know you. So don’t talk to us and fuck off okay?”

“I just came over to hello-”

“Oh, come on. Are you a politician? It’s obvious you didn’t come over just to say hello, who doesn’t see that? Even a child could see it.”

Taylor, who speaks her mind, and Han Yoojun, who hides his thoughts, did not come to an understanding.

Han Yoojun with a firm expression on his face, spoke.

“That’s pathetic. What are you doing interfering with the researchers’ interpretation?”

“What? You’re not making any progress. Honestly, what you and I have done so far is the same right? Eat, shit, sleep, and look at the dungeon entrance.”

At her blunt remarks, the expressions of Lost Day’s guild members as well as Han Yoojun soured.

However, she wasn’t wrong.

This type of dungeon is very rare, and it’s almost impossible for aether energy sources to penetrate through the entrance of the dungeon, so it’s hard to even know what kind of wavelength it emits.

Naturally, the expensive machines couldn’t do anything.

“The research was proceeding smoothly. If you hadn’t disturbed us, we would have made more progress. Meanwhile, what can you two even do here?”

He was right.

On their side were excellent interpreters and researchers, and there were a lot of machines connected to a supercomputer sifting through the data.

By comparison, what can two hunters without the related equipment do?

Taylor, who had a lot to refute, was about to open her mouth to speak when.

Beep-beep-beep-!

An alarm that was set up near the dungeon went off, and a signal came from the supercomputer.

“This…?”

A reaction from the dungeon.

The researchers and Han Yoojun didn’t look at the supercomputer, but instinctively turned their heads to the dungeon entrance.

Rattle…!!

There, ignoring Han Yoojun, was Yoo Seodam touching the entrance and opening the huge door wide open.

Click, click!

Camera flashes were coming from all directions.

Yoo Haram felt very tired after having to constantly deal with the media.

As one of the only three SS-Rank superhuman in Korea, and the guild master of the giant guild, Lost Day, which stretches all over the world, he has rarely interacted with the media.

However, there is no reason for him not to step forward, knowing that he can reverse the current situation with just one press conference.

A recent mutant event.

The hunter industry has stabilized in recent years, so cases such as a person turning into a mutant would not quiet down as easily.

‘That’s why I told you to prepare the proper dose…’

The case has already caused quite a stir among the researchers at Kinetic Pharmaceutical Company, and he was in a bad mood because of the substantial damage.

It was all the more so when he thought of Yoo Seodam who is the cause of it all.

‘I don’t know how a dying man was suddenly able to start running around.’

He was told that Yoo Seodam’s health had improved.

However, he didn’t care much.

He didn’t think a F-Rank Hunter could do anything.

‘It doesn’t matter. It’ll quiet down after a few more days.’

As he raised his head, the reporters’ eyes shined sharply.

Their question was obvious.

‘What are your thoughts on the superhuman who turned into a mutant last time?’

And for him to give answers that included the words ‘failure’ or ‘frustrated.’

However, he would never say anything that would discredit the image of Lost Day.

The press was going smoothly, however, he was waiting for his real purpose in coming here.

A reporter Yoo Haram had planted in advance to change the subject.

“Mister Yoo Haram. Citizens are expressing their concerns about the deformed dungeon in Incheon. I heard you had prepared countermeasures against that.”

“Yes. That’s right. We have three S-Rank hunters, thirty A-Rank hunters, and a new ‘other world interpreter’ there.”

He didn’t forget to stress that he invested tens of billions of won in machines on this endeavor.

However, replying to these questions did not necessarily mean only favorable questions were asked.

“But, I’ve heard that the other world interpreter is not working at all. Can you explain?”

Of course, there can only be one answer.

“Instead of giving up, we’re just trying our best. I’m sure there will be results.”

He knew in front of these derformed dungeons, science alone can never gasp its mysteries.

So what he had prepared was an other world interpreter.

It contains an unknown technology different from the science used by the Cooperative of International Anomaly.

He was sure there would be news soon.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out.

‘W-what? The entrance to the deformed dungeon has opened?”

‘What are you talking about? Tell me more about it!’

‘It’ been interpreted already? Lost Day succeeded in interpreting it? Tell me quickly!’

Reporters’ phones everywhere were ringing.

During this press conference, perhaps there were a lot of reports coming in.

Yoo Haram smiled because this was the best possible outcome.

The timing was good, thinking so, he looked at a subordinated who approached him.

“M-master. The interpretation of the dungeon has been completed.”

“I can see that.”

“…That’s not all.”

“Hmm?”

When he turned his head, he saw the subordinate with a pale face holding a phone.

“Our guild didn’t interpret it…It is said that the F-Rank hunter Yoo Seodam, who was on the scene, succeeded in interpreting it alone.”

“..What?”

Yoo Seodam?

Reciting this name, Yoo Haram expression slowly stiffened.

His guild deliberately carried out the interpretation of the dungeon, so they could turn their current public image around.

This time, he was sure it would work.

But what if he fails?

All the reporters on the scene were hurriedly reporting this news.

The reactions were immense.

[Lost Day, invested tens of billions of won into machines…]

[Guild master Yoo Haram boasted ‘I’m sure there will be results,’ but what was the result?]

[Why did they even bother coming forward?]

[The identity of the hunter who interpreted the dungeon that even Lost Day couldn’t.]

[S-Rank hunter Taylor Nine’s advice ‘actually do something instead of talking nonsense.’]