I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114. Holy Spirit Festival
Gazing upon Belial, whose beauty and perfection were so transcendent that I could scarcely recall the Demon King she once was, I found myself momentarily entranced. Even when she existed as a mere spirit, I had sensed her exquisite allure, but now, manifested in flesh, she emanated an irresistible, demonic charm from which I could not tear myself away.
Regarding me with amusement and intrigue, Belial approached with deliberate, seductive grace, and with a characteristic flick of her tongue across her lips, she placed her hand upon my shoulder.
“Mmm~~! When our precious successor gazes upon this humble concubine so intently, I simply cannot help but become… excited, can I?”
A chill ran through my entire body, and I found myself trembling involuntarily at the sound of her voice and the touch of her hand.
As I felt her soft hand drift from my shoulder toward my face, I was reminded once more that this being before me leaned far more toward evil than good, and I hastily withdrew.
“Please, just… stop with the formal speech.”
“Hehehehe. If that is your wish, I shall gladly oblige~~.”
I shook my head vigorously, deliberately averting my gaze from her face, and checked her status window.
『Status Window
Name: Belial
Epithet: Light and Darkness of Worthless Destruction…Sealed
Title: First Fallen Angel (Mythic-SSS+), Daughter of the Most Exalted Heavens (Mythic-SS-)…Sealed
LV 77 (Sealed) (0%)
Stats
Holy-Demonic Body (Legendary) D+ (1/100)
Void (Mythic) D+ (1/100)
Remaining Points: 0
Authority
[Worthless Destruction LV 1 (Sealed)] [Fallen Daughter of Heaven LV 1] (Sealed)
Unique Ability
X (Sealed)
Skills
X (Sealed)』
She was formidable. No matter how I assessed it, she surpassed me in power. Though I had discarded the trump card of Sacrifice Descent, it hardly seemed a loss. In fact, the more I considered it, the more accepting her as a subordinate appeared to be the superior choice.
She would no longer merely assist me through knowledge alone. Bound by subordination, she existed in a state of semi-immortality. Even should her body be destroyed and she perish, I could effortlessly restore and resurrect her using the power of my Pride.
‘Truly, the genesis of an immortal legion.’
This was one reason I had insisted upon this class so stubbornly. Before my regression, even the degraded version of the Emperor of Ten Thousand Spirits’ Legion had possessed similar properties. The Master of Ten Thousand Demons surely harbored an identical hidden ability.
I harbored no intention of killing her again so soon after her resurrection merely to verify this single detail.
Of course, it was not perfect immortality. Should the soul be destroyed, the binding thread would sever, and my subordinates would certainly perish as well.
I examined the subsequent messages. The authorities granted through my class amplified her already formidable strength even further.
〚Authority: Master of Ten Thousand Demons grants tremendous buffs to subordinate entity: Belial.〛
〚All stat ranks increase by a fixed +1!〛
Belial’s stats, previously D+, ascended to C-rank. Her presence swelled palpably, and she closed her eyes, tilted her head toward the heavens, and trembled with ecstasy.
Understanding the rapture she experienced, I deliberately ignored her maddeningly sensual and alluring form, and instead focused upon the power I felt coursing through myself.
〚Authority: Master of Ten Thousand Demons grants tremendous buffs to the owner who has accepted the first subordinate.〛
〚Subordinate entity: Belial—Fallen Angel. Daughter of the Most Exalted Heavens. The First Fallen. One of the 68 Demon Kings. And more.〛
〚Unique Ability: Doctrine of Inherent Evil [Mythic-SSS+] acquired.〛
I had obtained a unique ability. With this, I harbored no regret or disappointment whatsoever in accepting her as a subordinate. Before I could even examine what this ability entailed, the next buff began manifesting upon her.
〚Authority: Master of Ten Thousand Demons’ Dominion grants new potential to subordinate entity: Belial!〛
〚Subordinate Entity: A possibility blooms within Belial’s origin.〛
〚…Correction.〛
〚Abilities lost to the Fallen Angel are being reacquired!〛
〚The magnitude of possibility! Its quality! The total amount! All surge dramatically!〛
〚Authority: Judge of Justice and Sin—Sataniel is generated!〛
Belial’s form transforms. Her eyes grow sharper with recovered memories, and her body—once dominated by darkness over light—begins to rebalance itself.
“Aaaahhhhh~~!”
Don’t listen. It’s the sound of evil. Damn that Fallen Angel. She’s recovered her angelic power too—show some restraint, you wicked thing!!!
An ominous premonition that traveling together will be difficult washes over me, but I force myself to ignore it. With her angelic strength partially restored, she completes her physical adaptation in an instant and hurls herself at me.
I reflexively catch her as she crashes into me, and she gazes down at me with predatory eyes before flashing a captivating smile.
“Following you was the right choice after all. My instincts were correct. Hahahaha! Resurrection! I can become even stronger!”
She’s insane. Yet even acting so recklessly, she’s simply beautiful and endearing—is something wrong with my eyes?
I shake off such thoughts and set her down, then turn my gaze to the chamber while she rummages through the System, confident in her newfound state.
‘There’s an emergency passage.’
I plan to ascend directly to Underground Floor 1 through it. Traversing Underground Floors 4 through 2 again would consume far too much time, and above all, I have no desire to witness that horrific, overwhelming world once more.
I hadn’t known about it on Underground Floor 1, so I couldn’t have confirmed it then, but now that I’m aware such a passage exists, nothing stands in my way.
The crimson sun blazes. But something has changed.
Whoosh!
Part of the sun transforms. The sacred, radiant flames of the sun burning in my right eye shift into a cold, eerie ghostfire.
Simultaneously, another message emerges.
〚Occupation: You have achieved a hidden condition of the Master of Ten Thousand Demons!〛
〚Hidden Condition
-Utilize a legendary-grade or higher eye-type unique ability〛
〚A new power of the occupation awakens!〛
〚Unique Ability: Demonic Spirit Eye is generated!〛
〚The reward is upgraded by achieving the hidden condition!〛
〚Unique Ability: The Sun and Unique Ability: Demonic Spirit Eye fuse!〛
〚Authority: Chaos Eye is generated!〛
My vision transforms. The world I perceive shifts. Light and darkness. Illumination and shadow. Good and evil. The living and the dead. Everything is captured in my sight.
A vision worthy of being called an authority unfolds before me. I swallow hard and sweep my gaze across the entire chamber.
And I can only step backward.
“Souls. No—malevolent spirits.”
More precisely, I see the pitiful souls that had no choice but to become malevolent spirits. Those who had everything stripped away by the puppeteer, enslaved, forced to commit countless sins.
When I destroyed the puppets, they were liberated, but watching these vengeful spirits tormented by their guilt and unable to depart due to their malice toward the puppeteer, I click my tongue.
“How pathetically stubborn.”
The dead have no voice. The dead cannot easily harm the living. The dead cannot easily influence the present world.
It is only natural. The underworld and the mortal realm are not separated for nothing.
I transform Man-byeon. Even if time is scarce, I wanted to finish this with my own hands. If I leave, they will remain trapped in this underground for eternity, pouring out only their malice.
I did not wish for them—who bore no sin save meeting the puppeteer—to be abandoned like this. It left a bitter taste.
Man-byeon transforms. The blade I once wielded before takes form in my hand.
〚Man-byeon projects the item: Purified Swordsmanship (Four Yin Blade) [Advanced-SSS+]!〛
A blade capable of not merely destroying such malevolent spirits, but guiding them to enlightenment, moves with purpose.
-Kyaaaaaaah!!!
〚Advanced (Uncommon) Rank-C+ LV 13: Vengeful Spirit Bearing Malice〛
Are they classified as monsters as well? It matters not. Formidable though they may be, they are no longer my match.
The Purified Swordsmanship sweeps through the air with elegant grace. Stars embedded within the blade gleam, sorcery manifests, and the wounded spirits shriek as they are engulfed in radiant light.
Dozens of souls fall before the blade. It was effortless. They harbored no malice toward me, launched no assault against me.
Even within their malevolence, the virtuous nature of these spirits remained intact. Indeed, some even offered their own bodies as if pleading for an end to their suffering.
Light envelops them, and when the luminescence fades, only a Purified Spirit remains in its place.
They could not speak—whether due to insufficient rank or some other reason, I could not discern.
They expressed their gratitude through their eyes alone. The shackles imposed upon them by the puppet master shatter, and they ascend to enlightenment.
There was no reward. I did not ascend to the Hidden Stage, nor would I have expected one—the task had been far too simple for me. I harbored no regrets.
I had never intended to enslave them in the first place. I was merely satisfied to have dispelled the unease that lingered within me.
I transformed Man-byeon back into a bracelet and deliberately ignored Belial’s gaze—one that regarded me with intrigue and hunger—before beginning my search for a secret passage.
Before long, I discovered the secret passage once used by Cardinal Aoira, the puppet master.
Only, it had already crumbled to ruin.
“Ah… these damnable wretches.”
A true pestilence upon the world. Ma-in and the Demons—these accursed creatures. No, wait. Hold on.
I am the successor to the Demon God. I absorbed a fragment of the Demon God and obtained my class, acquired the Demon God’s sacred relic, and subjugated the Demon King.
“When you think about it, am I not their supreme leader?”
I possess an absolute advantage in terms of compatibility. I extended my hand and unfurled my demonic power—strength that moves according to my will, my desire.
Thanks to my Demon God’s Body, I possessed an absolute advantage against those who revere the demonic. While not quite the absolute resistance of the noonday sun, I wielded the highest tier of resistance.
‘Creatures like Deriachs would be within my grasp.’
Not some unstable descent, but a complete manifestation or their true form.
‘Though there is a disparity in physical capability, so it may prove difficult.’
I could not know without direct confrontation. And I could hardly summon a Demon merely to verify such a thing.
Since there is a Ma-in I must face immediately, I shall confirm it then.
I exhaled and withdrew the Pride stat I had granted to my eyes. Perceiving things beyond mortal sight inflicted far more mental fatigue than I had anticipated.
Had it not been an on-off skill, it would have been truly exhausting. Though, to call it completely on-off would be misleading—my eye color still changes, and the fundamental abilities remain.
This much could be adapted and altered through habituation. I moved. Now that I knew the secret passage had collapsed and vanished, there was no time for such leisure.
I had to traverse this accursed Underground Floor 4, Floor 3, and 2nd Floor once more and return to the Surface.
“Let us go. Steel yourself. What awaits above will be far from easy.”
Though with Belial possessing mythic-grade status, there should be no major obstacles. Still, I myself require mental preparation.
With those words, I began my ascent to the Surface once more.
And so, a day passed. While I was still climbing Floor 4, the Holy Spirit Festival finally commenced on the Surface.

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