SSS-Class Revival Hunter - Chapter 285

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◈ SSS-Class Revival Hunter ◈

Chapter 285: Final Vote (6)

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Murmur, murmur.

"......."

Murmur, murmur.

"......."

Murmur, murmur.

……That's him…… Oh, it feels weird not being able to use cameras. Why aren't cameras allowed according to the rules…… Are they filming this themselves? Planning to distribute the original source later? ……The conference might last for days. With various information circulating online, it would create confusion, so until the end of the conference…… Days? Is that even possible? What about our sleep? Do we go home to sleep and come back? ……All the reservations at the 5-star hotels affiliated with Sang-Ryun were cleared out today…… Wow. Really? …… Even the 7-star hotels are empty. They say if you participate in the conference, the price drops to 1/100 of the regular rate, but I'm not sure if that's true…… Someone check during the break! ……Amazing…… King of Death is truly a treasured gem to the major guilds……

Murmur.

".......What are you doing, Kim Gong-Ja?"

Thump.

“You should go up to the stage first and greet everyone. Why are you spacing out! They took away the cameras, so no flashes will go off. Are you losing your mind because hundreds of thousands of people are looking at you all at once?”

Hmm.

Well.

Realizing that these are the people I will be with from now on gives me a renewed feeling.

“……Cut the nonsense. Get on the stage already.”

Yes.

I must go.

Of course I must.

"......."

Thump.

"......."

The murmurs grew.

"......."

Thump.

"......."

The murmurs.

"........"

Thump.

Murmurs...

"......."

.......

Ah. Ah.

Actually, we don't need a mic test.

The thing I'm holding now is not even connected to a wire. I just prepared it because it felt awkward standing in front of people empty-handed. I'm speaking to you all directly with my own voice, using my aura. This is commonly called voice transmission, you know? Similar to a lion's roar. I'm amplifying my voice and spreading my aura with it, to speak to you.

The voice you are hearing is my voice, unfiltered by any device.

The face you are seeing is my unadorned face, not prettied up for any media.

So....

You are seeing me right now.

Hello, Pioneers.

Nice to meet you.

Ranked 2nd among the hunters, Vice-lord of the Demonic Cult, Moon of the Ivansia family, Head of the King of Death Family. Alias, King of Death.

Kim Gong-Ja at your service.

I look forward to working with you.

"......."

Ah.

Not much of a reaction.

Was my greeting too abrupt?

"......."

Today, I have arranged this meeting to have a relaxed conversation with you all. Some of my colleagues questioned the necessity, but I insisted on the importance of this gathering.

Despite your busy lives.

Thank you for taking the time to gather here.

Let me first call my colleagues...

“Why didn't you allow the entry of recording equipment!”

Ah. Thank you for the prompt question.

But let me first call my colleagues...

“I'm from Summons Times, an alias-holder known as Carrier Pigeon. Not only our reporting equipment, but even the personal smartphones, cameras, recorders of the individuals were all confiscated by the general members of Celestial Martial Clan. This measure was taken even before the start of the conference. Many are curious and even worried about this decision.”

Hmm.

“The tyranny of the major guilds has been an issue for a long time, but this conference seems especially dangerous. It's just a grand-sounding event without any record, a 'blind conference.' Aren't you just trying to create a meeting where no records are kept?”

.......

"King of Death! Please respond to the media's question!"

.......

"......King of Death? Are you listening?”

.......

“Please respond to the question..."

I made that decision.

“..Yes?"

Regarding the recording equipment. I requested a complete ban on their entry. Black Dragon Guild opposed it, but I persuaded them, and I convinced the other guilds, resulting in equipment being turned in on the massive scale you see now.

“Does that mean... the other guilds acted according to the King of Death's wishes?”

You said you're from Summons Times, right?

"......."

And you have an alias.

“Yes, that's correct.”

There's no need to reveal your name here. Feel free to mention your affiliation, but just saying you live in a certain area of Babylon, on a certain street or in a certain building, or what you do for a living is sufficient.

Or you don't have to say anything at all.

"......."

I banned recording and filming equipment, not for me, but for you.

"......."

“What do you mean……?”

We have an unprecedented number of people gathered here in the history of the tower. As I mentioned, I'm using voice transmission, and the aura consumption right now is immense. That means there are many of you here.

At such a moment.

"......."

Right. If...

If filming or recording were freely allowed.

Those seated in front or standing in the back, or those watching me from the rooftops, those over there, would be busy flashing their smartphones.

The reporter who just asked me a question must be holding a camera in one hand.

"......."

If you all did that...

Then, I'd be conscious of the outside world.

“The outside world, you say?”

Yes.

The people outside the tower watching us.

If filming were allowed, it would immediately be streamed live to the outside world.

“Why…”

You, the reporter, must know.

No.

Everyone gathered here knows.

When the outside world watches us, we try to look good.

Those who left their families behind would want to show they are doing well.

Those who were almost forced to transfer from the main office in the outside world would want to show they are living just as well here.

Refugees, minorities, etc., who had difficult circumstances in the outside world, would deliberately dress up to show off.

That's what we do.

"......."

I don’t want to do that.

I don’t want to do that to you.

I came here to talk with you. While listening to your voices and looking at your faces, I don't want my mind occupied by someone else, someone whose face and name I don't know and whom I will never meet.

I am sure that it’s not respectful to you.

"......."

Think about it, everyone.

When was the last time we had [time just for us]?

Talking and drawing attention to what happens in the tower through newspapers, broadcasts, live streams, internet, communities... Fighting and getting heated up over it. Although this place is supposedly eternally cut off from the outside world, aren’t we sharing stresses with the people of the outside world more than ever?

We live in the tower.

And we will live in the tower forever.

In this place, where once you enter, you can never escape.

"......."

So, let’s turn off our concern for the outside world, even just for a moment.

The voice you are hearing is my voice.

I am not speaking to anyone else but you.

The face you are seeing is my face.

I did not dress up my face to show to anyone else but you.

Everyone.

At least for this moment, I am only looking at you.

Let’s talk for us now.

"......."

“Right!”

“There must be over a hundred thousand smartphones collected. Wonder if we can get them back properly…”

“Just complain to the Celestial Martial Clan.”

“Isn’t his hairstyle weird…?”

“King of Death! King of Death!”

“Hey, be quiet...”

If anyone has something to say or a question for me, please raise your hand. Ah, just a moment please. There's still an order to follow.

Don’t worry.

Right now, I have enhanced not only my voice but also my vision with aura. My sense of time is flowing 6 to 12 times slower than a regular human who cannot use aura. You can tell from the fact that my tongue hasn't gotten tied and I haven't stumbled over a single word so far.

Ahaha.

You can do a lot when you are skilled with aura. Alright.

I won’t miss anyone who raises their hand first or feels unfairly deprived of their turn. There will be absolutely no such thing.

Since no filming is taking place, there’s no risk of your identity being exposed.

Please feel at ease.

When it's time for questions, just leisurely raise your hand.

"......."

Now, let me introduce my colleagues.

In order, Black Dragon Guild's Black Dragon Master, Heretic Inquisitor of the Pantheon.

“Question. A rookie secretly cultivated with the support of the five great guilds, a manufactured star, according to widespread rumors. Is that true?”

Hmm.

If you saw my old apartment room, you’d know it’s not true…

My life turned around when I scratched a lottery ticket.

I used to balk at buying even one Americano: why buy that when the same money could get me a bag of instant coffee sticks and a bowl of gukbap? Now I can gulp down some bizarre concoction stuffed with so many strange things that it can no longer be called coffee.

I’m lucky.

You might also consider buying a lottery ticket once a week.

“Is that an advertisement to increase the sales of the lottery tickets issued by the Merchants Union?”

It wasn’t my intention, but seeing the Countess laugh next to me, seems like it is.

I apologize.

“Ever since you rose above third place, you have exercised your authority for personal ends, including bringing an acquaintance from the outside world into the Tower. There’s also talk of contact with a congressman from your hometown. Do you have any relations with powerful people in the outside world?”

Uh, my official contact is managed by Black Dragon Master.

You'd be better off asking the Black Dragon Master... Black Dragon Master? What do you think?

“Currently, it’s being used quite usefully.”

"......."

“Beyond that, I cannot say much as it involves the confidentiality of various countries outside. However, one thing is for sure, King of Death knows almost nothing about it.”

My goodness.

“For reference, the person King of Death brought into the tower is the orphanage director. A person who looked after King of Death since childhood, akin to a parent. It’s a story of settling in the tower and bringing his parent to live here. I’d be grateful if you thought of it that way.”

......

Yes, the director is my...

.......

The person who gave me half of what I am.

"......."

The person who cut my hair today is the director too.

Though they said they didn’t want to.

I pushed through forcefully.

I plan to keep insisting on plenty more in the future.

Thank you.

“King of Death!”

Yes.