I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120. Fishing for Big Game (3)
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With a light yet undeniably powerful sound, Longinus surges forward. Saint, recognizing herself as an S-rank Hunter, immediately sensed the extraordinary force contained within the spear and manifested holy magic to evade.
Her body vanished instantly from within the Mansion. It was the same transference magic she’d used to send Min Cho-rong away—now turned upon herself.
Normally, such magic couldn’t be deployed so effortlessly. In fact, transference magic wasn’t a teleportation that moved the physical body in this manner, but rather a holy spell that functioned as a buff, transferring one’s own holy power.
The title of Saint, her very profession, granted her the authority to merge holy magic with spatial magic, enabling such transformations. Moreover, using the Memorize skill, she’d pre-stored this spell, allowing her to activate it instantly without incantations or magic circles.
She vanished in an instant, but I felt no concern. After all, one of the limited special privileges granted by Longinus at 5% activation was guaranteed hit.
No matter what happened, the strike would always connect. The spear, which had been flying smoothly, suddenly corrected its trajectory.
“It follows.”
I immediately began moving in pursuit of Longinus. At the end of this spear’s path lay her location. And alongside her would be that Ma-in bastard as well.
‘Given that Cardinal Aoira isn’t using his physical body, that puppet must be considerably weak.’
Of course, this was merely conjecture. Yet there was something I could say with certainty.
Whatever that puppet might be, it wouldn’t be stronger than Cardinal Aoira’s physical form.
Possessing a puppet stronger than a Cardinal would be absurd.
At that level, it wouldn’t be a Ma-in operating in this beginner zone. It would have to be a Ma-in active at Stage-100 or higher—meaning one operating from the central regions.
Anything beyond that would exceed all limits.
Yet I couldn’t let my guard down. Just as in Underground Level 5, if that creature feigned madness and fused dozens of puppets into a rampage before releasing control, the danger would be just as severe.
And if it summoned Cardinal Aoira’s physical body on top of that? Truly dangerous. This operation’s objective of swift resolution existed for precisely that reason.
But I had no choice but to pursue. Min Cho-rong had already been abducted.
Longinus’s spear began flying rapidly, surging forward like a fishing line toward those creatures that had swallowed the bait.
“Belial. Can you see? Follow immediately.”
Every ounce of strength was precious in this situation. My opponent was a Ma-in’s puppet and Saint. Beyond them, I couldn’t know who else might be waiting, so I proceeded with maximum caution.
I sent a signal to Nabilung as well, continuing to pursue the spear. Fortunately, it flew high into the sky, avoiding the gazes of the crowds.
Though it was deep night, the festival had drawn throngs of people. Moving across the city while concealing our presence as much as possible, we arrived at a desolate Mountain Peak.
There stood a single massive Warehouse, planted firmly in place.
〚Divine Seat: The great hero of infinite power swallows his rage, his gaze turning toward this place.〛
So this was it. The place where Cardinal Bartroy had died. I clicked my tongue and rushed forward.
Longinus, flying madly toward the Warehouse that looked abnormal at first glance, smashed through the wall and surged toward its target.
“Kyaaaaaaah!!”
A brief scream echoed as I stepped into the Warehouse and witnessed it.
A world drenched in blood. Human corpses hung like meat, and the stench of nausea filled this hellish realm of the mortal world.
Gun-dan, who followed in, turned pale with shock. Only Belial, arriving last, examined the place with apparent interest.
“Hahahaha! To think you’d find me this easily. I even helped with transference magic just in case.”
At the center of that place stood Sai-han Hunter, supporting the unconscious Min Cho-rong while holding his ground against over dozens of puppets.
It seemed the worst situations were all that awaited me. Each puppet was powerful enough to be at least A-rank.
It appeared that every puppet except the Puppet Master’s ultimate creation had gathered here.
And before them stood a commanding puppet, standing alone with hands clasped behind its back in excitement, alongside Saint Isabel with her right shoulder pierced by Longinus.
“Damn it!!!!”
Saint Isabel hysterically yanked out the spear, cursing through the pain, and threw it directly onto the blood-soaked floor. I immediately retrieved Longinus.
Longinus was now unusable. Without the tenfold time acceleration, it would take at least ten minutes or more to charge to 5%. And the time acceleration’s cooldown was one hour anyway.
Ten minutes is an eternity in a battle between those called superhumans—Hunters. I could die a hundred times over in that span.
Especially when my opponent far outmatches me in strength.
At least I’d managed to land a blow on Saint Isabella. I shifted my gaze from the Puppet Master’s puppet, who was laughing maniacally, to observe her.
She was desperately pouring out divine power and casting skills in an attempt to heal the wound, but—
“Why! Why won’t it heal?! This is a Saint’s healing! It should work!”
No matter how much divine power she channeled, no matter how high-tier the skill, the wound refused to close. Instead, blood flowed more freely, and the pain only intensified.
The power of a restricted special authority—a curse that even a Saint’s healing couldn’t overcome.
“Kahahaha! You possess a sacred relic from the heavens? Impossible. Even our great god barely obtained such a magnificent treasure, yet a wretch like you carries it? What in the world are you?”
The Puppet Master approached me with laughter tinged with madness and fury. His eyes burned with killing intent.
He seemed consumed by a single thought: to kill me by any means. Alongside that, I saw the greed in his gaze fixed upon the Spear of Longinus I’d revealed.
“Gun-dan. Go help Sai-han Hunter.”
Gun-dan glanced between me and the Puppet Master for a moment, then nodded and rushed off in that direction.
“Damn cockroach. How did you survive that? Did you get lucky and escape?”
I let out a soft chuckle at the question and countered.
“Who knows? Why don’t you consider that I killed his avatar and broke free?”
At my words, the Puppet Master burst into laughter as if he’d heard the funniest joke.
“Surely not. You killed the avatar of a great god? Death itself barely applies to him. And you defeated his avatar in less than a day of combat? You, of all people?”
It’s the truth, but if he won’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do. I have no obligation to convince him.
“You’re planning to summon the Demon King and absorb that avatar into him.”
Instead, I shifted the conversation. The Puppet Master laughed again at my words and nodded.
“So the irritating insect has grasped the truth? Then what? What can you possibly do? You’re a wanted criminal across the entire Holy Kingdom right now. I issued the order myself. The moment you appear, this entire kingdom will turn against you. What could you possibly accomplish in such a situation?”
I drew the Sword of All Fates without a word and began channeling the overwhelming power coursing through my body, preparing for combat.
“At least I can minimize the damage by dealing with you first.”
“Puhahahaha! Yes. Yes. Go ahead and try. On my home ground. Die as pathetically and weakly as that senile old fool.”
The moment I gripped my blade and rushed forward, Belial moved faster, launching herself from the ground.
With only one pair of wings remaining instead of ten, she soared through the sky and descended upon the Puppet Master’s puppet, her eyes blazing with fury and murderous intent as she opened her mouth.
Right. I’d forgotten that she harbored deep resentment toward the Puppet Master. Not only had he launched a mental attack on my lord’s avatar, but he was now attempting to offer it to the Demon King he served. Her rage was entirely justified.
“So it’s you. A maggot daring to meddle with the avatar of a great king.”
Did the Puppet Master recognize Belial’s true identity from the wings on her back? He looked startled.
“A Fallen Angel? Why is a Fallen Angel here?”
Before he could process further, the moment he confirmed she was an enemy, the blood pooled across the floor surged toward him in an instant. Countless grotesque creatures spawned from the crimson mass gathering beneath him.
-Kiiieeeek!!
-Kyaaaah!!
-Guoooong!!
They rushed toward Belial as she descended. Watching their assault, Belial clicked her tongue lightly and unleashed her power.
“Pathetic low-grade creatures that can’t even maintain proper form!”
The power of Nothingness manifested. Nothingness—a force that existed yet did not exist simultaneously.
Belial’s current stats were Mythic C-rank, comparable to an S-rank Hunter. There was no way the Puppet Master’s blood-clot technique could withstand her, and certainly not through a puppet rather than his true body.
“Why is a Fallen Angel attacking me?! Wait, you’re not a Fallen Angel! They couldn’t possibly be this weak!”
The battle between the two had only just begun. Naturally, Belial held a slight advantage. If this were the true body—Cardinal Aoira’s actual form—Belial might have been at a disadvantage, but against a puppet several tiers below that, she was more than capable.
I turned my gaze away from Belial. The Saint still writhed in agony, her fury undiminished.
I drew my blade and gathered my inner energy.
Within this warehouse—saturated with blood, darkness, murderous intent, and malice—a radiant and sacred sun manifested.
Solar Divine Art
Solar Heart Method
Solar Holy Domain
But I didn’t stop there. Six wings unfurled from my back, and a scale of equal weight materialized. I emptied every potion from my inventory into the maelstrom of power.
My opponent was an S-rank Hunter. By my current standards, they were an enemy I could never defeat.
And yet, it was possible. They had already grown careless and taken a fatal blow, and they were a buffer and healer—not a combatant.
Of course, with raw stats, it wouldn’t be easy. But somehow, I didn’t sense defeat.
With every buff stacked upon me, my current rank—viewed objectively and subjectively—was B+, or A- if I performed well.
How to achieve victory against an enemy three to four ranks above.
〚Skill: Fanatic’s Chaos Armor [Heroic-SS] activates!〛
Over my body descended an armor of chaos—sacred yet pitch-black, woven from intermingled light and darkness. My stats surged one final time, and an omnipotence I still couldn’t fully adapt to seized my entire being.
“Shall we begin?”
I raised the Sword of Ten Thousand Fates and transformed Man-byeon into a gauntlet, slipping it onto my left hand.
“I’ll kill you! You bastard! I’ll kill you!”
Should such language really come from a Saint’s lips?
“Then I’ll make sure that mouth can’t speak anymore.”

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