I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 130

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Chapter 130. The Demon King’s Descent (5)
The world freezes. My vision shifts. My body transforms. The way I perceive the world changes entirely.
Before I know it, I stand before something vast. I lift my head to gaze upon this presence.
It is immense. Incomprehensibly, overwhelmingly immense. Even craning my neck upward, I cannot see its legs in full, and the scorching, brilliant flames that bloom from its body are so arrogant and majestic that calling them the sun would be no exaggeration.
It opens its mouth. I cannot see it, cannot hear it, cannot feel it—yet I understand.
It speaks to me. And I answer in return.
‘Just before combat.’
I instinctively recognize what stands before me. A great being connected to the skills I possess.
An ancient entity—now nearly all are dead or sealed, leaving only a handful whose numbers can be counted.
A mighty race possessing both wisdom and strength: the Titans.
‘A Titan wielding power over the sun.’
Only then do the memories flood back into my mind. Until moments ago, I did not recognize myself as myself—but now it is different.
‘Heracles!’
These are his memories. Shown to me directly so I might witness the ultimate attack I so desperately desired!
I regain my senses and absorb everything through his perspective. From how the incomprehensibly mighty sun Titan wields its power, to how Heracles shatters it—
And the perfect, magnificent attack Heracles unleashes.
The battle was brief. And brutal.
The sun Titan was formidable. The countless miniature suns it hurled from the sky burned Heracles’ skin, destroyed his muscles, and melted his bones with devastating force.
Yet that was all. Heracles’ body had already transcended the limits of comprehension.
Every fatal wound regenerates in an instant as though it were nothing, and he charges forward without hesitation. Retreat was never an option.
I wonder if he would charge on even if his head were severed.
Then, at last, Heracles’ feet leave the ground.
‘Incredible!’
Such explosive jumping power. Finally, the Titan’s upper body comes into view, its face revealed.
‘The sun itself?’
No, something similar, perhaps. Two eyes that seem to contain the sun itself regard Heracles. Within those eyes dwells contempt, arrogance, and mockery.
Before a being that never once imagines defeat, an irresistible attack is prepared.
Immense. Not the Titan’s body—I speak of the power contained in Heracles’ fist.
The sun Titan? No. The true sun is the power concentrated in Heracles’ fist.
He devours the Titan’s power that burns flesh, condenses it, and makes it his own. His fist rises toward the heavens.
This is no ordinary boxing technique—no pulling back and extending the arm. This is simply an overwhelming force driving the sun downward in a crushing strike.
Heracles’ body, raised to the heavens, gathers all its strength before descending. The fist, containing all the sun’s power, falls upon the Titan’s form.
That was all. My vision returns. In that final moment, the giant who made the sun’s power his own could not withstand it—and shattered.
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“Gasp!”
My eyes snapped open, and sensation flooded back into my body—sound returned, perception restored to its natural state.
It would be inaccurate to say I had experienced overwhelming power; rather, I had merely witnessed it.
Yet that alone sufficed. Time resumed its flow, and before me stood that colossal adversary, arrogant and self-assured as ever, sneering down at me.
Exhale… inhale.
I drew a deep breath and pulled it back in sharply, awakening my consciousness. I manufactured artificial focus—not the natural, selfless state I had achieved before, but with effort, I could approach that threshold.
I accelerated my thoughts and concentrated my awareness. My vision narrowed until everything else vanished, leaving only Bertas and the summoned creatures born of Blood Ghost Technique.
‘The Demon Body’s efficiency is lacking.’
It seemed that what Bertas, being a vampire, wielded was not demonic power in the traditional sense, but rather a fundamentally different form of energy mediated through blood. Yet it remained connected to the demonic, so I could exert some dominion and resistance over it.
I seized that opening. Just once—I could pierce through his attacks and make contact. I would pour everything into that single strike.
I carved the memory into my flesh. I ran. Every nerve focused on my legs as I charged toward him.
“You’re running to your death!!!”
Bertas laughed as though watching a madman—secure in the knowledge that I could never reach him—and with a casual wave of his hand, he commanded his grotesque creations. But I ignored his mockery, completed my approach, and launched myself skyward.
It was low. Compared to Heracles’ body, which had once risen to the giant’s head, my leap was pathetically weak. Yet it was still an extraordinary height.
As I soared to twice the height of the massive worm and flower, Bertas’ eyes gleamed with amusement and contempt for my foolish decision.
“Hahahaha! Do you truly believe that flying will let you reach me? If anything, the sky will only make it harder for you to escape!”
I knew it. I understood that the sky imposed constraints on evasion. But I had launched myself openly and deliberately to create even a momentary lapse in his cold, commanding focus.
‘One chance. That’s all I have.’
I watched the approaching tentacles and flower stems with sharp eyes, raised my fists high, and extended my will outward.
‘Stop.’
The power of the Demon Body manifested—a degraded version of the primordial demon’s strength, the original demonic force. The attacks, constructed from what I called blood essence, the power to manipulate blood, froze in place.
Absolute dominion over the demonic!
Though vampires belonged to the demonic category, they were simultaneously an anomalous race that had partially transcended it, so my absolute influence could not fully extend to them.
Yet with total concentration, I could carve out a single opening like this.
The incoming attacks halted in unison. The physical strain and mental exhaustion were so severe that my semi-transcendent focus shattered. Blood—hot and crimson—streamed from my nose.
My brain could not withstand the dominion exerted beyond its limits, yet I did not stop.
“What is this?!”
Now, in his moment of shock, was my opportunity. I closed my eyes, recalled my memories once more, and raised my clenched fists even higher.
Whoosh!
The Sun condensed within my palms. A compressed, miniaturized bomb, perfectly gripped in both hands.
My body fell.
Solar Divine Fist
The heavens collapsed. The Sun, which should exist in supreme arrogance, descended to punish a single being.
Fist Technique
The Sun within my fist accelerated as it fell, growing ever more powerful—like a meteor. The difference was this: a meteor loses its existence as it falls, but the Sun does not!
Second Form
Sunset Heaven Pierce
The Sun that shattered the heavens plummeted earthward.
“This is impossible!!”
Bertas gasped in horror at the sight before him. His creatures, forcibly dominated and suppressed, could no longer function—shocking enough in itself. But the power contained in that fist was something he could never dismiss.
Of course it was. I had copied a technique used by the mightiest of great heroes. It wouldn’t be so easily blocked.
“Damn it all!”
Bertas spread his wings and retreated, extending his hand toward the battlefield where the puppets clashed. The precariously maintained front line began to fracture.
He had been fighting me with less than half his strength, knowing that consuming more puppets would cause him to lose ground. But now, such restraint was a luxury he could no longer afford.
No matter how SSS-ranked an opponent might be, without fighting at full power and facing an almost absolute disadvantage in matchup compatibility, there was no way to lose.
And on top of that, one final moment of carelessness.
The Sun descended. The crimson barrier I had witnessed once before materialized, but it was too late.
Before the barrier could regenerate.
“Die already, you pathetic mosquito!”
The descending Sun detonated. The explosion was so tremendous and violent that human ears could not perceive it.
Only a high-pitched ringing pierced through, engulfing the world. Within that inferno, I felt the Sun’s flames spreading across my entire body as I gazed downward.
Writhe. Twitch. Writhe.
“Disgusting creature.”
He hadn’t died. In truth, I had known he wouldn’t. I couldn’t afford to kill him in the first place.
My objective was to send the Demon King sealed away in Underground Level 5 back to the Demon Realm in the Abyss Realm.
I crouched before Bertas, whose skin—whether the vampire’s characteristic pallid white or not—had been charred completely black.
He crawled ceaselessly toward where his puppets were. The battlefield where dozens of puppets had been consumed as he maintained his barrier was now collapsing entirely.
Saint Isabella and her disciple and puppets against Belial, Gun-dan, and Min Cho-rong.
A three-on-three battle became effectively decided the moment the puppet forces dwindled rapidly.
The puppets were the only ones specialized in offense, so with them gone, it was inevitable. Belial began to rampage as if she had been waiting for this moment.
A time of slaughter. Watching her, I looked down at the trembling Bertas and extended my index finger, piercing his body.
Sizzzzzzle!
The moment my finger, infused with the Sun’s power, touched his flesh, Bertas let out a grotesque and bizarre shriek, writhing in agony.
“Tell me. How can I send the Demon King back to the Demon Realm?”
Using barbarians to control barbarians. I intended to use Demon King Kamighin to deal with the calamities lurking underground, ready to erupt at any moment.
Even weakened by descent and limited in rank, he had already absorbed hundreds of humans, making him capable of dividing the burden against those calamities.
Moreover, those calamities had been sealed for so long that their combat instincts had dulled and their power had waned considerably. I was confident that Kamighin would emerge victorious.
Of course, it would take considerable time for Kamighin to emerge into this world again. That underground was no trivial place.
Additionally, when he finally broke through to the surface, he would be in a severely damaged state.
“At most, one week.”
Even sprinting at full power to Underground Level 5 and back took about three days. Accounting for battles with the calamities, it would be at least one week, at most two.
‘With two weeks, I could kill him with Longinus, but….’
The situation didn’t seem like it would unfold so smoothly. Fortunately, Misfortune didn’t seem inclined to intervene, but I couldn’t afford to be careless.
So I had to find a way to send him back or kill him within that time.
Even if he suffered fatal wounds, should he absorb all the deaths of those calamities, Kamighin wouldn’t merely regain his original rank and power—he could ascend to an even higher realm.
So I had to find a way. I watched the battlefield settling into order and drove my finger, infused with the Sun’s power, into him once more.

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