I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 128

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Chapter 128. The Demon King’s Descent (3)
Underground Level 5—the eternal prison whose master had long since vanished. Into this place, the Demon King was summoned.
【How dare you!!!】
Unable to accept that he had fallen victim to such a simple, contemptible scheme, Kamighin’s rage soon gave way to composure.
It was carelessness, nothing more. He had never imagined that a master of such caliber existed—one capable of interfering with the descent altar and warping the magical formation itself.
‘In a mere lower realm like this, no less.’
That such a being could exist at the threshold of the Abyss, in this lower realm—Kamighin clicked his tongue and immediately set about determining where he was.
The moment his gaze swept across the chamber, his face hardened with terrible, glacial fury.
A vast cavity. At its center, an enormous pillar, and chains coiled around it—chains that had clearly once bound something of immense significance.
Identifying this place was hardly difficult. At first, he smiled in disbelief, but then he sensed something profoundly absent, and his eyes snapped wide open.
And then—
【How dare you…how dare you…HOW DARE YOU!!!】
Kamighin’s fury erupted far more violently than when he had first realized the trap. Rage surged to the crown of his head as he unleashed demonic energy in all directions, charging toward the pillar.
It’s gone. Gone! Why? It should be here. I descended directly from the divine realm to this lower realm for this very purpose!!!
【What have you done?! Where have you taken it?!】
Sensing the faint resonance of the most pristine, untainted primordial demonic essence he had never felt before, Kamighin unleashed his power in an explosion of force.
【How dare you! Where have you hidden the Divine Being’s avatar?!】
Even now, he could not fathom that the avatar had been destroyed. Nor did he entertain the notion that it had never been here to begin with.
It was unthinkable. Mere insects could never slay the avatar of a great Divine Being. Even he, now descended, harbored no confidence in victory against that avatar.
Though an avatar would possess power absolutely trivial when compared to beings of mythic rank, the wielder of that power was the great Divine Being itself—and thus its relative strength transcended imagination!
It was no existence that mere denizens of the lower realm could kill or annihilate.
Yet the notion that the avatar had never been here from the start was something he had never even considered. The lingering resonance of the great Divine Being’s power felt throughout this chamber was far too certain, and his own incarnation had reported that the work performed upon the avatar had succeeded.
Then the situation must have unraveled in the span of mere moments afterward.
【What has happened?!】
It was from that moment that Kamighin truly sensed something twisted and wrong. Being summoned to this place, he had dismissed as merely a final desperate gambit.
But now that the very purpose of his descent—the grand scheme that all the Demon Kings had been watching—had encountered an obstacle, no one could predict what backlash would follow.
Should he be deemed responsible for this failure, he risked being purged by the other Demon Kings, losing both his station and his life.
To the Demon Kings, the Divine Being was far more than a mere leader who ruled over them.
An object of worship, reverence, and adoration. An absolute and immutable god.
This was why the Demon Kings and their clans had ransacked the entire Abyss for over a thousand years.
Unable to find the Divine Being at last, they had concluded it must have perished, and thus begun the succession process.
Succession process—a euphemism. More accurately, it was war.
War among the seventy-two Demon Kings seated upon their thrones, each vying to become the next Divine Being. Whatever the outcome, that war would surely exact a staggering toll.
【Damn it all. I knew I didn’t want this.】
He had no interest in the war. His philosophy was simple: one serves the Divine Being; one does not covet its throne.
Yet once the tide had turned, what could he alone accomplish? He could only observe quietly from his territory, withdrawn from the world.
But the other Demon Kings, understanding his reluctance, had chosen him as the catalyst for war—the trigger that would fire the loaded bullet.
A Divine Being’s avatar discovered in the lower realm! The sole trace and clue found in a thousand years—they would use it to confirm the Divine Being’s final fate once more.
And yet…the Divine Being’s avatar was gone.
【This cannot be.】
What price did I pay for this descent?
I sacrificed my divine artifacts, and the other Demon Kings poured forth tremendous wealth. Some even offered sacred relics from the heavens—objects that stand in direct opposition to us.
And now I return empty-handed?
*Gulp.*
My throat tightens involuntarily. My eyes waver, my fury rapidly cooling as urgency and anxiety flood in to fill the void.
My mind races. And then—a single possibility crystallizes!
【Could it be that the great Demon God has… recalled the fragment?】
It is not impossible. Rather, it is the most logical and coherent explanation.
The Demon God sensed the changes occurring within the fragment and recalled it!
With this thought, I regain a measure of composure. But immediately, another emotion resurfaces—rage.
【How infuriating. Utterly infuriating. To inflict such torment upon me!】
Come to think of it, who installed the summoning circle that brought me to this Underground Level 5?
No matter how much I interfered with the Altar, there is only one way to summon in a place where such immense sealing power flows.
To directly install a corresponding magical circle in this very location.
Though I cannot yet discern the exact nature of it, one thing is certain: whoever installed that summoning circle possesses knowledge one step ahead of my own.
I must find that wretched creature, dissect it alive, and interrogate its soul to extract the truth. Only then will my fury subside.
【I must leave this place.】
I gaze upon the door through which sealing power flows—a door that only those bearing sacred power can open.
Yet Kamighin, a Demon King, merely smirked.
【Truly, a magnificent sealing spell.】
But that is all it is. I extend my hand toward the door.
*Crackle!*
Sparks erupt as the sacred barrier rejects and repels the Demon King’s approach. As if declaring that sinners cannot escape this place, the closer I draw, the more formidable the resistance becomes.
But my opponent is a Demon King and a Divine Seat—a great being commanding a portion of the vast Demon Realm.
【How weakened you have become over these endless ages, unable to overcome even this. Had you remained whole, even my true form would struggle to break such a seal.】
I need not speak aloud to know who created this seal.
【Did those cursed doves from the heavens aid the wretches of the Lower Realm? How dare they! Imprisoning a fragment of divinity in this forsaken place!】
As my fury surges, demonic energy radiates, beginning to consume the sealing magic.
Three calamities hidden in these depths for countless ages, forgotten and concealed—and a fragment of the Demon God, hidden once more beneath layers of deception.
The magnificent seal that suppressed these beings blackens, corrupts, and finally shatters.
*Crash.*
Mere minutes. That was all it took to obliterate a seal that may have endured for thousands of years.
I laugh with bitter satisfaction, my laughter erupting into a maniacal cackle.
【Khahahaha! Did you truly believe such a trivial thing could contain me?!】
In truth, the Demon God’s fragment could have shattered this seal at any time.
Had it not been for the chains forged from the doves’ authority, had the Divine Being not directly commanded restraint and abandoned the fragment to its fate, it could have been done.
I open the door and step through, mentally cataloging all that I must accomplish.
First, I will capture the wretch who hurled the Spear of Longinus at me. Before his eyes, I shall transform this kingdom into a land of death, harvesting every living soul within it to despair beneath the requiem of oblivion.
Then, slowly. Very slowly. I will disassemble and dissect him, extracting every scrap of information from his mind.
【And I shall make exquisite use of that cursed soul of his.】
It’s a method to even obtain Longinus. If I create high-level undead, the seal on Longinus won’t break, and I could use it as well.
Kamighin, who had devised such a perfect plan—one that could finally quell his current frustration and rage—opened the door and began ascending the long staircase that stretched upward at a rapid pace.
Unaware that what awaited at the end of those stairs was not the outside world, but calamity itself.
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〚Item: Divine Object—The Final Miracle, Holy Grail of Divine Blood [Mythic-EX+]〛
The second sacred relic. The moment I grasped it in my hand, a satisfied smile bloomed naturally. The bleakness that had shrouded reality seemed to dissipate somewhat.
“Kamighin is also nicely sealed away underground…”
I had secured the Holy Grail I intended to recover. Whether the impact of being struck by Longinus had been so severe, or whether Kamighin simply never imagined I would claim this sacred object right before his eyes, he hadn’t immediately retrieved it.
Thanks to that, it fell into my hands.
〚Item: Divine Object—The Final Miracle, Holy Grail of Divine Blood
Grade: Mythic
Rank: EX+
Description: One of the great sacred relics. A creation of the great celestial supreme deity. Its potential is beyond measure.
Abilities
-Indestructible
-Once every 365 days, generates divine blood imbued with random power. (Usable)
-Once every 100 days, generates holy water containing starlight [Legendary-S+]. (Usable)
-??? (Conditions not met)
-Once every 7 days, generates random liquid-type elixirs. (Usable)
-Once every 1 day, generates the Final Holy Water [Unique-SSS+]. (Usable)
-Can accumulate infinite divine power. (Currently B-(9/100) accumulated)
-Limited special authority: Can use the Final Miracle.
-??? (Conditions not met)
-??? (Conditions not met)
-??? (Conditions not met)
-??? (Conditions not met)
-??? (Conditions not met)〛
Truly befitting a mythic-grade sacred relic, its effects were extraordinary. Of course, there were far more descriptions hidden behind the “conditions not met” notation.
I placed the Holy Grail in my inventory and gazed upon the now-cleared Colosseum. Those who had survived were hastily evacuating, their cries and screams painting a chaotic tableau of despair.
A joyous festival had transformed into a field of death in mere moments—such panic was inevitable.
“I need to eliminate that quickly, then.”
My brow furrowed as I observed the Altar rising majestically and ominously from the center of the Colosseum.
To accomplish that, I needed someone—the only one—who possessed detailed knowledge of that Altar.
I turned my gaze toward the Colosseum’s entrance. There, standing before the space where people were frantically pushing and trampling one another in their desperate flight, stood a figure.
A man with skin so pale it seemed almost white locked eyes with me.
“You came.”
I knew you would. It would be stranger if you didn’t, considering the deity you serve was subjected to teleportation outside the plan.
“Puppet Master.”
Wings crafted from blood unfurled beautifully from behind him, and a piercing shriek filled with rage and irritation tore through the air.
I lowered the Holy Lance and further amplified The Sun’s inner power.
The moment the crimson creature’s gaze met the Chaos Eye, we lunged at each other without any signal passing between us.

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