I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 121

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Chapter 121. The Blessed Saint and the Saint of the Abyss
What exactly is a Saint?
A woman of holiness and virtue recognized by all? Or perhaps a woman beloved by the great gods? Or could it be a woman whose divine power—that radiant and pure force—burns with exceptional strength?
Well, all of those are correct. A woman who is sacred and beautiful, virtuous and magnificent. The title and profession of Saint is bestowed upon such beings.
That is why the Saintess Competition takes place. Everyone except the woman who cleared a Hidden Quest in the Holy Kingdom and ascended as the first Saint has proven themselves through competition and claimed the position of Saint.
However, the true moment one can wield the title of Saint is the instant that title and profession are granted.
More precisely, it is the moment one awakens to the abilities that derive from that title and profession.
〚Unique Ability…〛
The eleventh Saint, Isabel.
Epithet: The Blessed Saint, and epithet: The Saint of the Abyss.
She earned the epithet “Blessed Saint” for wielding countless blessings to perform miracles, and is called the “Saint of the Abyss” for tormenting enemies by plunging them into deep darkness using debuffs rather than blessings—and now her power awakens.
〚…The radiant aubade of light manifests!〛
Light descends upon her body. Combined with her face—marred by blood and pain, consumed by rage—the light was strangely seamless. Rather, it was a holiness that embraced even such fury.
The aubade: the song of morning as brilliant dawn breaks.
A song echoes forth. A beautiful, gentle melody that pierces the ears.
“Haah…! This is it. This is what I needed.”
Saint Isabel’s gaze transforms. Dozens of buffs begin to settle upon her.
That power she refuses to relinquish. The power that the ambitious prodigy—one who was no absolute genius, destined to end her life as merely a B-rank Hunter—had desperately yearned for.
Her stats surge, and countless enhancements are granted. Yet that was not the end.
〚Unique Ability…〛
A second ability manifests.
So then, a question: are the Saints selected in such a manner—sacred, beautiful, virtuous, and pure—truly only good?
Of course not. Even angels, called messengers of heaven and advocates of goodness, fall and become Fallen Angels. How could a mere human, however much brighter, be granted the absolute premise of absolute good?
In the end, humanity cannot transcend the limitations of its own species, nor can individuals shed their greedy and selfish nature.
Certainly, some Saints of old suppressed such emotions well. But the current eleventh Saint, Isabel, was not among them.
She was greedy and selfish, and desired to reign upon this great and magnificent seat for all her days, feasting upon the cheers and praise of the people.
That is why she would join hands with demons—a taboo in itself—and commit such acts.
〚…The sérénade of fading holiness manifests!〛
A song the complete opposite of before—gloomy and ominous—rings out.
Thud!
My body grows heavy. A domain? No. The divine power itself has changed. I looked upon Isabel.
She was still beautiful to behold, but her essence was no longer brilliant dawn—instead, a falling twilight of the abyss consumed half of her being.
It was a power that suited her twisted, rage-stained face perfectly.
A power that feels sacred yet is clearly not virtuous.
If aubade represents the power of blessing, then sérénade—the song of night—represents the power of debuffs.
Wielding that power, Isabel raises her hand and points at me. My fate is sealed. The Saint’s immense and profound divine power moves toward me.
Click!
My body grows heavier, and something begins to settle within me.
〚Skill: Deep Madness of Darkness is granted to you!〛
〚Abnormal Status: Narrowed Vision, Confusion, Madness, Dizziness are granted to you!〛
〚Skill: Fragment of a Falling Star is granted to you!〛
〚Status Abnormality: Weakness, Exhaustion, Lethargy, Falling is granted to you!〛
〚Skill: Twilight Weakness is granted to you!〛
〚Status Abnormality: Emotion of Death, Weakness, Fear…!〛
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But this is where it ends.
“Begone!”
I shake off my heavy body. The things beginning to bind me shatter and fall away.
〚Unique Ability: Supreme Soul ignores all mental attacks from degradation!〛
〚Stat: Indomitable aids Supreme Soul in ignoring all mental attacks!〛
〚Stat: Indomitable resists all physical and related status abnormalities!〛
Debuffs don’t work well on me. But I couldn’t completely shake them off.
I’ve purged all the most dangerous mental attacks, but some physical status abnormalities couldn’t be shaken by the Indomitable stat alone. I’ve only managed to weaken them.
Yet as a result, Saint Isabella has grown stronger with buffs at her back, while I’ve grown weaker.
“How dare you…you filthy insect! I’ll kill you!”
I don’t flinch or panic at Isabel’s curses upon realizing her power didn’t work.
Yes, I anticipated this much.
I never expected an easy victory from the start. My opponent is an S-rank Hunter. Even if she’s non-combat oriented, there exists an absolute difference in rank.
I don’t crumble. The sense of omnipotence felt through the buffs wavered once, but that power still remains within me.
I waited no longer. Neither did Isabel. We simultaneously kicked off the ground and rushed toward each other.
In my two eyes, light and darkness. Good and evil. Divinity and magic dwell simultaneously.
Chaos Eye—it supports me.
‘I can see it!’
My opponent is an S-rank Hunter, and I worried whether the Limitless stat might fail to function. If the gap between us widened beyond a certain point, abilities like predictive combat would be sealed.
I thought this time would be no different. It was natural. Even as a support-type, she’s unmistakably an S-rank Hunter. In fact, she was a Hunter I couldn’t guarantee victory against.
But the moment Chaos Eye manifested, I realized. It’s possible.
The effects of the Limitless stat and Chaos Eye interact, breaking through the constraints.
As a result, Limitless was now speaking to me.
It’s worth trying. I can see a path to victory. She’s strong, but not overwhelmingly so like the formidable enemies before. If we who have grown can overcome this.
Combat Path. Isabel’s extended fist appears in my eyes like precognition.
I twist my body slightly. The precognition fades and reality takes its place.
Water Flow Transformation
I guide her incoming fist away with my blade. I couldn’t deflect it as perfectly as I intended against such overwhelming force, but as a result, it barely grazes past my right shoulder. Without missing that opening, I clench my left hand in the gauntlet and drive it into her ribs.
Kwang!
The sound is unsatisfying. I clearly struck her ribs, yet the noise that echoes sounds like I’ve struck steel.
I charge forward without pause, pursuing Isabel as shock and bewilderment replace the fury on her face.
She was no woman to crumble from a single punch. The divine blessing enveloping her remained unmoved, as if the destructive force of my fist were beneath contempt.
Isabel was startled that I not only evaded her attack but countered it as well, yet she brushed the wrinkles from her clothes as if such a response was merely the limit of my capabilities, and moved again toward me as I charged.
‘Left chest!’
But her attacks cannot reach me. They are several times faster, several times more powerful, several times more devastating than my own. Yet what use is overwhelming force if it never connects?
The moment the effect I named Turo Yeji activates, I evade the incoming fist and swing my blade.
The Manmang Divine Demon Sword is a growth-type weapon, still merely at the common tier, but in terms of offensive power alone, it is the strongest weapon I can wield.
Yet to her, it was merely that much.
*Screech! Thud!*
She does not even block. Rather, as if inviting me to try, she forgoes defense entirely and instead counterattacks.
My blade swings with the intent to cleave her precisely in half from shoulder to flank. But it is impossible.
My sword clearly cuts her. Yet the blessing and protection dwelling within her absorbs all of my attack.
What should I call this? It is not a barrier. It appears to be a blessing that absorbs damage itself.
There is no time to stand bewildered. This time, a fist drives into my flank.
Even if the Saint is a support-type healer, at S-rank, it is natural to possess some degree of physical ability. Honestly, without buffs, her physical capabilities are something I can keep pace with.
But the moment she activates her specialty—buffs. Her physical abilities rise to at least A to A+ rank.
She becomes faster, stronger, and more resilient than me. The destructive force is tremendous.
*Ugh!*
Blood erupts from my insides as they twist, and my body momentarily collapses.
I hastily use a Heal skill to restore my broken ribs and internal organs. The pain makes my mind reel.
“Is that all? Merely this much? You dare challenge me?”
Fury fills Isabel once more. As if finding me pitiful, as if her composure has returned, she forgoes further attacks and instead steps on my head, pinning me completely to the ground.
She looks down at me from above with arrogance, as if to say that a creature like me thrashing about means nothing.
Then the Pride stat, which has been quiet until now, begins to rage. Unable to bear this situation where a mere insect dares to look down upon me, it urges me to escape this pathetic state, and the Pride stat touches my mind.
The Supreme Soul and authorities do not respond. Naturally. This is not the kind of thing that could be called a mental attack.
It is merely a side effect I must endure. Or rather, truthfully, learning arrogance in this way is not necessarily bad for me. That is why they do not respond.
The power of the sacred sun grows stronger. I do not stop there—I open the realm of destiny, and then employ the power of the giant and the strength of the Giant Ant.
“Where do you dare place that filthy foot!”
I drive forth a fist infused with the sanctity of the sun.
Solar Divine Technique
Fist Method
First Form
Black Spot Explosion
The greatest and most powerful attack I can unleash now, unable to use Longinus.
Isabel stands arrogantly, not even defending, as if daring me to struggle. But seeing the power contained in my fist, she gasps in shock and tries to retreat hastily—yet I grab her leg with my other hand, stopping her.
As she stumbles backward, her foot caught, Isabel falls. The moment bewilderment flashes across her face again.
“Die. You damned woman.”
My fist rushes forward.
“N-No! Stop!”
A barrier begins to form around her in desperation, but it is already too late. Carelessness always invites disaster.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion reverberates through the Warehouse. I feel it. This time, it landed perfectly.
Her blessing dared not consume the power of the great and magnificent Sun.
Had it been a barrier, I might have reduced the damage somewhat. But since the blessing that absorbed damage could not withstand damage beyond its limit and simply dissipated, she had to endure the full force of the Sun’s power.
“KYAAAHHH!!”
Victory tilts toward me. I rise to my feet. Pride urges me on gleefully, demanding I finish this and repay her in kind.
I had no intention of holding back.
After all, what happens here is a secret no one else will ever know. She wouldn’t have told anyone that she killed Min Cho-rong.
In other words, no one will know even if I kill Saint Isabella right here and now.
I draw my sword. An S-rank Hunter—an opponent I should not have been able to defeat under normal circumstances.
Had she not let her guard down, I would have lost this time. But the victor is simply the stronger one.
“Stop struggling.”
My blade surges through the smoke toward Isabel, who screams in agony with a hole torn through her abdomen.

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