I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 131

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Chapter 131. The Fourth Seat, the Lord Who Devours Death—Kamighin
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
【How dare you—a mere fragment, not even the true form of the Apocalyptic Beast itself!!! You bare your fangs at me, the master of the Fourth Seat of the Dark Magic Realm!?】
Alias: the Lord Who Devours Death. Kamighin, who occupied the Fourth Seat—a position granted only to the 72 Seats, those alone permitted to bear the title of Demon King—roared with a face twisted by fury, irritation, and bitter indignation.
The demonic energy permeating the surroundings churned in harmony with his emotions.
Underground Floor 4. The vast cosmos of a prison prepared for a single life now bore a visage utterly transformed from when Shin Ju-ha had visited before.
The most striking change was, naturally, the disappearance of the colossal sealing formation that had bound the fragment of that massive, violent, and magnificent beast.
The great barrier woven from sacred and beautiful inscriptions had vanished, and the passage ascending to Underground Floor 3 had likewise dissolved into the cosmos itself. Or rather, the enraged fragment of Behemoth had completely obliterated the passage before it could fade entirely into the cosmic expanse.
In short, to ascend to the upper levels now, one would have to search this entire vast cosmos to find the staircase entrance hidden somewhere within.
Of course, that was not the pressing concern at this moment.
The next transformation was that more than thirty percent of the cosmos, which had once possessed a certain mystical beauty, had been stained black.
It was Kamighin’s power. Not the domain he had displayed before—the Requiem of the Dead.
The cosmos consumed by demonic energy had been completely transformed into a different realm. An entirely different world had descended upon this place.
It was the world of the dead.
The world of devourers who sought to plunder everything from the living.
A congregation of those who despised life and worshipped death.
Skill: Fourth Seat—Partial Descent of the Demon Lord Castle of Death
Earth emerges within the cosmos. Dead earth.
Sky emerges within the cosmos. Dead sky.
Air emerges within the cosmos. Dead air.
Mana emerges within the cosmos. Dead mana.
Life emerges within the cosmos. Dead life.
Among the Demon Clan, it was a skill granted only to the masters of the 72 Seats who occupied their thrones—nay, to only 73 beings in total, including the Primordial Demon God.
A broken, absurd skill that forcibly manifested and descended one’s own domain anywhere at will.
【Kahahaha! To encounter a master of the Demon Realm’s Seats in this cramped world!】
Behemoth found joy even as the Demon King’s world consumed his prison, as though he had been waiting for this very stimulation, this excitement, this violence, and he burst into laughter.
【It has been such a long time. Long enough for countless small apocalyptic ages to pass.】
Behemoth’s colossal form stirred. The cosmos trembled. Kamighin’s eyes, still arrogant, took in that massive body.
【To think I would personally break the seal those cursed archangels created…】
It was a beast. A creature that seemed to be a fusion of every beast in existence.
It was one of three beings chosen by the Apocalypse—a prophecy containing the end of all things and a primordial-grade item that even the Abyss System regarded with caution.
The beast of the heavens. The beast of the earth. The beast of the sea.
Among them, the beast of the earth. True form: Behemoth, the King of All Beasts—merely a small fragment of him.
Of course, it was small only in comparison to his true form; in reality, it was a colossal existence capable of casually devouring an entire planet, and though merely a fragment, it was a being whose very rank belonged to the mythological tier.
Of course, it was nothing compared to Kamighin. Though his true form might be beyond even gazing upon, to be overwhelmed by a fragment—and a small one at that—was impossible, for the mythology and power Kamighin had accumulated were far too formidable and overwhelming.
【Yes, I shall make this fragment of the Apocalypse my collection! Those beasts sleep endlessly until the Apocalypse calls them anyway, so they won’t mind!】
【Arrogant demon! You thrash about seeking your end! You dare face me with that abnormal body of yours!?】
Guuuuuuuuuu!
A nose resembling that of a Kokiri stretched skyward, and a tremendous cry spread across the world. This was no longer a probing battle—it was the beginning of a fight to the death.
The battle was fierce and evenly matched. Neither side held a decisive advantage.
Both of them carried their own penalties, so it was only natural.
Kamighin’s rank and power had been partially sealed by the descent’s backlash. Even after devouring hundreds of holy apostles and recovering over 60%, he remained incomplete.
Moreover, this underground prison held none of his subordinates. His overall combat strength had been significantly diminished as a result.
Behemoth fared no better. This cramped prison, vast as a universe to him, restricted his movements severely. Limited mobility translated directly into a disadvantage in battle.
Adding to that, his power had atrophied from eons without proper combat or exertion, and this weakness now shackled him further.
Thus the battle between these two entities dragged on—until one of them collapsed from exhaustion.
The fighting continued. For someone else, this was an opportunity of ages.
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Sizzzzzzle!
Like meat charring on a bed of hot coals, blackened skin released a nauseating stench as it burned again and again.
“Gaaaaaahhhhh!”
“Is it because he’s a vampire and not human? His recovery speed is impressive.”
I gazed down at Bertas with cold indifference, continuing the torture without emotion.
“Speak quickly. How do I send him back? The summoning circle is still there intact, which means there’s a way to return him, isn’t there?”
How quickly could Kamighin escape this underground prison?
I couldn’t be certain. If I could guarantee at least ten days of delay, I could kill this bastard right now and activate Longinus’s startup sequence.
It took slightly over two weeks to reach 100% activation against Isabel, so even accounting for time acceleration, I’d need at least that much time secured.
‘I absolutely cannot kill him with just 80%.’
I knew Longinus, the Spear of Divine Slaying, was powerful and devastatingly effective against divine beings. Especially with the Demon King as my target and the title of Godslayer stacked on top, the efficiency would only increase.
But the opponent was the Demon King—not some half-baked Divine Seat, but one of the 72 supreme entities at the pinnacle of the Dark Magic Realm.
‘Judging by the fact that he descended this far, he seems to be among the lower-ranked ones.’
Now that he knew I possessed Longinus as a trump card, he wouldn’t leave himself undefended. To break through such defenses with certainty, I needed at least 85% activation—preferably 90% or higher.
Ten days were necessary. I clicked my tongue and withdrew Longinus from my inventory. For now, I decided to begin the startup sequence.
To prepare for the worst-case scenario where I couldn’t send the Demon King back.
The battlefield had already been cleared. The puppets had been obliterated without a trace by Belial’s wrathful fists, reduced to nothing.
Unfortunately, Isabel had fled shamefully, sacrificing her own disciple as an offering.
However, since there were survivors who witnessed Isabel’s betrayal alongside Cardinal Aoira, it was no longer a problem.
Soon the Pope would forcibly revoke her title and position as Saint. This could be called interference with fate, but more importantly, it was the command of the great divine beings observing the Holy Kingdom from on high.
“You lost. So hurry up and talk, then quietly perish.”
At my words, Bertas let out a bitter, malicious laugh, his barely-open eyes glaring at me.
“Kekeke…hehe. No…way…”
Stubborn bastard. Even in this state, his loyalty and faith in the divine came first?
Let’s see how far that conviction takes him.
I compressed The Sun’s magical power and forced it into his mouth, while simultaneously retrieving every torture-related item—or anything that could be used for torture—from my inventory.
“Rest and recover for now. I’ll continue extracting information through interrogation. I’m counting on you with these others.”
Everyone was exhausted. Belial was in relatively better condition, but Gun-dan had already lost consciousness, and Min Cho-rong appeared on the verge of the same from depleted holy power. Nabilung lay sprawled out from exerting such tremendous force.
I entrusted them to Belial’s care and began the interrogation.
One by one. Relentlessly, pouring only malice and rage into each strike.
How much trouble had this bastard caused me? The difficulty of quests that could have been easier skyrocketed because of him.
How many times had I been forced to traverse that godforsaken underground prison because of this scum?
While I couldn’t entirely blame him for every struggle I’d faced—after all, I would have eventually had to confront one of Solomon’s avatars anyway—I let it slide. Regardless, it was true that this creature had complicated everything. I channeled those feelings into continuing the torture.
I poured my frustration into each methodical infliction of pain.
“Cough! Cough! Kahahaha! Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me!! Human!!!”
Even after roughly half a day of torture, the creature refused to break.
‘Stubborn bastard.’
I cursed inwardly, clicking my tongue. The torture I’d inflicted was severe enough to shatter the mind halfway. Yet this creature endured to the end without yielding a single word.
I could have inflicted far worse, but I realized something.
This creature wouldn’t talk even if it meant death. Or perhaps some kind of seal or curse prevented it from speaking at all.
The way its mouth kept opening and closing in agony suggested it desperately wanted to speak.
‘What should I do?’
Either way, I needed to find another approach. I exhaled heavily and rose from my seat.
The moment I stood and stepped back, the creature realized the torture had ended. It forced open its grotesquely swollen, melting eyes and stared at me.
Longing. Agony. Resignation. Sorrow. Countless emotions flickered across its gaze, and in that instant, I made my decision.
“That’s enough. Die.”
On reflection, there was no point interrogating a corpse. The Sun’s power coalesced and compressed within my palms, and I brought them down upon the creature with crushing force.
Already beyond its limits of recovery, it couldn’t withstand this final blow and met its end.
Its body burst apart, but since it had already expended nearly all its blood reserves, little spattered across the ground.
All that remained where the creature had been were the scars of torture and fragments of the abominations it had created with its power.
I gazed upon that desolate place, closed my eyes briefly, then opened them again.
On one side, a radiant holy flower bloomed. On the other, an achingly cold demonic flower unfurled.
As the Chaos Eye unveiled its true power, my vision transformed entirely.
And then I saw it—a single soul tinged with the crimson hue of blood, lingering where Bertas had fallen.
“Well then, since you’ve died once, shall we begin anew?”
Death is not the end, unfortunately. Primordial demonic energy erupted from my hands, and I began consuming Bertas’s soul.

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