I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119. Fishing for Big Game (2)
Belial received the communication device from me and vanished immediately. Her role was singular: to tail Cardinal Aoira and block any unforeseen variables that might arise.
If the Saint attempted anything with Min Cho-rong here, Cardinal Aoira would certainly move. After all, only he could conduct the descent ritual using a sacrifice—no one else possessed that capability.
Therefore, I absolutely needed to pinpoint his location.
‘Only Belial can pursue him.’
Of course, her stats were pathetically weak compared to when she was called a god—mere dust in comparison. Yet she possessed an absurdly broken ability: Nothingness.
An authority governing the concept of non-existence. One might think of it as a power boasting overwhelming destructive force, and indeed that’s all she’d demonstrated. But that power, befitting an authority, could be deployed across an incomprehensibly vast range.
The perfect example: an ability that erased her very presence, aura, mana—everything—allowing her to achieve truly flawless concealment.
That’s why I selected her to tail Cardinal Aoira. I’d initially considered assigning Sai-han, but even an S-rank Hunter risked exposure against a powerful Ma-in, so I searched for alternatives. She volunteered directly.
Instead, Hunter Sai-han took responsibility for protecting Min Cho-rong. She was genuinely the most dangerous element in this plan.
Sai-han was capable enough to shield Min Cho-rong from the Saint’s notice. Even in the worst scenario, he could keep both of them alive until reinforcements arrived.
Gun-dan and I were the backup members. People who would step in if things went wrong.
Of course, if Cardinal Aoira and the Saint took the bait perfectly, we’d also be the ones to handle the aftermath.
Nibelung was simply my trump card. He himself said he’d focus on feeding them false information, so I had no choice but to trust him. Ultimately, he wasn’t participating in this operation directly. We agreed he’d only lend his strength if the situation truly became dangerous.
I simply watched quietly and seriously, observing the confrontation between Gun-dan and the woman. Min Cho-rong restrained Gun-dan, briefly locked eyes with me as if confirming her resolve, then entered the building.
The real fishing had begun. Until the moment the fish didn’t just nibble at the bait but swallowed it whole.
On the night transitioning from the third to the fourth day since the Holy Spirit Festival began, the incident started.
***
An abandoned mansion. The interior, appearing to be nothing more and nothing less, was surprisingly neat. I could understand why the Saint had chosen this as a meeting place.
Min Cho-rong swallowed hard as she entered. A vast space greeted her, and at its center sat a beautiful woman beside an incongruous table, sipping tea.
Nobility. Purity. Beauty. Charisma. Every descriptor fit her perfectly. No matter how dark and filthy her interior, Saint Isabel performed her role flawlessly on the surface, commanding popularity.
In two hundred years of Hunter history, she ranked second only to the first Saint.
Such a woman gazed upon Min Cho-rong. A small, artificial smile directed toward her.
“Come, sit here.”
An imperious, arrogant command descended. Min Cho-rong had no choice but to obey.
The final match was essentially in that woman’s hands—until Shin Ju-ha’s plan was established.
With that thought, her tension eased slightly, and Min Cho-rong carefully walked forward and sat before her.
“I apologize for summoning you to such a remote place at this late hour. There’s simply something the two of us must discuss.”
“Not at all. I’m grateful for the invitation. It’s not easy for us to sit face-to-face like this, after all.”
Isabel smiled. Hidden beneath that smile was a slightly distorted expression.
What Min Cho-rong spoke so carefully essentially meant: why did you call me when we’re not supposed to meet like this?
“Hehe. That’s precisely why we should meet once more. In a few days, the competition will end, and we won’t be able to meet again. Just as I did with my friend and rival—ah, your aunt, Choro-ng. Just like with her.”
Isabel was no pushover either. She essentially said Min Cho-rong would collapse in defeat just as her aunt had.
They’d exchanged jabs with each other.
“Sigh. What’s the point of this verbal sparring?”
Isabel dropped the pretense first and began revealing the true purpose of this meeting.
“Aren’t you curious why I requested this private audience?”
“I am.”
“It’s simple. I’ve come to desperately need you, Min Cho-rong.”
Isabel’s gaze sharpened. The atmosphere reversed.
“Ugh, how infuriating. Everything I set up from the beginning has fallen apart, and my losses keep mounting.”
Isabel hurled her empty teacup to the floor with irritation, her words sharp and crude.
Kindness, gentleness, love, devotion—the virtues that should belong to a Saint were rapidly erased. It was more accurate to say her mask was slipping away.
“All my plans to kill you have come to nothing. Do you know how much I prepared? Yet you won’t even step outside that accursed barrier. I swear, it would have been so much easier if you’d just died back then.”
Murderous intent. Irritation. Rage. Explosion. Negative emotions surfaced across her face. Her true visage was projected for all to see.
No longer bothering to hide, she poured out her genuine thoughts. Rising from her seat, Isabel approached the pallid Min Cho-rong and whispered softly.
“So for my sake, for my disciple’s sake, just die for me.”
The moment Isabel stepped back, a forced sacred transference magic circle hidden beneath the carpet where Min Cho-rong sat manifested.
“Finally getting rid of that irritating woman.”
As those words left her lips, brilliant light engulfed Min Cho-rong—no, it consumed everything on the summoning circle.
The chair, the carpet, the teacup, and even the shadows.
In an instant, Min Cho-rong vanished. And Isabel, finally unburdened as though a weight had lifted, burst into laughter—she was indistinguishable from a madwoman consumed by lunacy.
Bang!
That variable was enough to set those watching over this place into motion.
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-Hmm, that’s not Cardinal Aoira. This one’s asleep. No, the connection’s been severed. It’s a different puppet. I was barking up the wrong tree.
Before Belial could even finish her report, brilliant light erupted from the mansion, and Min Cho-rong was transferred away.
“Damn it.”
Nothing ever goes according to plan. It’s always tangled up in complications. I had no choice but to move forward, clicking my tongue in frustration.
The moment the light burst forth, Gun-dan panicked and immediately tried to rush inside, but the Saint’s Attendant blocked his path.
“Foolishly following your master to your death? Didn’t I tell you not to come?”
She swiftly drew two daggers and spun them before charging straight at Gun-dan. A clear-cut ambush driven by murderous intent.
“…Hah!!!”
Yet Gun-dan was a prodigy who had awakened his potential and devoted himself to training with the resolve never to crumble weakly again, reaping the rewards of his dedication.
In an instant, sacred and beautiful light coiled around his body.
Clang! Clang!
The two daggers were immediately blocked by Gun-dan’s raised arms.
But the woman showed no disappointment, quickly retreating and reversing her grip on the daggers, her eyes gleaming.
“So you do have some skill after all. I heard you were barely F-rank, but that was a lie.”
Gun-dan had grown. After the Dungeon Blackhole incident, he had recovered and immediately thrown himself into training to become a guard, never taking a formal evaluation to update his rank, so it was natural he didn’t know the information.
“Of course, a Saint candidate’s guard wouldn’t be sloppy.”
“Grrraahhh!! …How dare you!!”
But to speak plainly, Gun-dan was still weak. His opponent appeared to be beyond B-rank, a formidable foe. It was overwhelming for someone who had only awakened his potential mere months ago.
Pure white sacred power infused the daggers, and multiple buffs were applied as the woman prepared to launch forward.
“Die cursing your master.”
Whoosh!
Though Gun-dan could feel the terror of death watching the woman charge at him, he did not retreat. He was a fortress. An impregnable citadel that would never crumble.
He was the one who had blocked the attacks of the Giant Ant, a being of unparalleled strength, once he had truly unleashed his unique ability.
Sacred sanctity dwells within his body. Just once. He only needs to hold on just once.
Gun-dan believed. If he could block it once, then he would handle everything after that.
I compressed the golden radiance again and again, wrapping it around both arms. I would never fall or crumble again.
I made a vow—to never again become the weak human who only knew defeat.
A golden barrier materialized in my hands. The holy dagger and holy shield collided.
Crack! Boom! Clang!
The shield shattered, but Gun-dan had successfully blocked the attack.
“Hmph. You won’t be able to keep blocking forever anyway!”
The woman said so and tried to continue her assault. But it was too late.
“…How foolish…how pathetic.”
Gun-dan lowered his hand and abandoned his defense. The woman tilted her head in confusion. Had that bastard gone mad? How dare he insult her now, at the moment of his death!
She would immediately dismember that massive body and make it a piece of the Saint’s great work…!
Her thoughts could not continue. It was only natural. A person with a severed neck could not possibly continue thinking.
“One must not focus too intensely on a single point.”
The black blade passed through her neck, and her vision descended. Death had arrived.
A B-rank Hunter. Normally, even I, strengthened as I am, would not be able to defeat such an opponent easily. It would be a being I could only guarantee victory against by exerting my full power.
But excitement and carelessness changed the outcome. She seemed not to have even considered that there might be another person, and so she died.
It was anticlimactic, if one could call it that. The woman whose name I never even learned died just like that.
“We’re going in. Gun-dan, take the lead.”
Now I had to prepare for a battle with an S-rank Hunter.
“Today, we kill the Saint.”
Officially, an F-rank and E-rank will kill an S-rank Saint. It was a premise beyond imagination.
But I had to succeed. To save Min Cho-rong, every moment counted.
A spear materialized in my inventory. As time acceleration began, the startup rate surged to 5% in less than a minute.
‘I’ve definitely grown stronger.’
Before, it took just over a minute to charge to 5%. Now it was more than sufficient.
After finishing my preparations to throw the glowing Spear of Longinus and nodding, Gun-dan immediately kicked the door open.
Inside the abandoned mansion. A woman intoxicated by madness and excitement was drinking tea with a smile when she suddenly opened her eyes wide at the unexpected intrusion. Her expression showed she had never even dreamed that someone would kill her subordinates and come for her.
Because of this, it was an ambush. I smiled as I gazed upon the fallen woman called the Saint.
“Good to see you. You worthless bastard.”
Without hesitation, I hurled the Spear of Longinus at her.

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