I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 146

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Chapter 146. Dragonic (2)
The Celestial Demon Divine Art. Approximately 200 years had passed since the Abyss Gate and the Awakening—that cataclysmic upheaval. In other words, it was a term not entirely unfamiliar to children born in this present age.
Given how many inexplicable phenomena ran rampant and martial arts existed as actual skills, it was perhaps inevitable.
Web novels and webtoons circulating in the market frequently featured the supreme martial art, the Celestial Demon Divine Art, and later, when one entered the Middle Realm, there existed one being in the place called the Celestial Murim—the Celestial Demon itself.
Yet despite this, people filled with delusions did not truly believe in the existence of the Celestial Demon Divine Art. They considered it merely a fictional creation born from novels and webtoons, nothing more.
It was fiction created by those who had never encountered a true powerhouse called the Celestial Demon.
But here, now. On Earth, this small peripheral planet, that martial art revealed itself for the first time.
That transcendent martial art—classified as supreme knowledge regardless of rank or tier even in Akasha, the great multidimensional information collective—had taken flight through evolution and enhancement beyond all limits.
Infinite primordial demonic energy surging from the Demon Realm transferred its power to me, and techniques unfolded using that power directly.
My fist drew back, my body straightened, and I positioned myself so my feet could advance forward at any moment.
“Haaa~.”
Black breath erupted from my lips, then wrapped around my body—transformed to resemble a demon’s physique as closely as possible through the power of vocal resonance.
The surrounding air fell silent. Mana trembled. The world quivered in fear.
I was not disparaging or dismissing the Sun Divine Art whatsoever. But looking at the facts alone, the Celestial Demon Divine Art—the Original—was fundamentally different from the Sun Divine Art, which was merely a combination of low-tier skills possessed by Earth’s insignificant divinity.
The Original. In other words, the Celestial Demon Divine Art that I possessed was essentially no different from the very essence of all martial arts bearing the name Celestial Demon Divine Art.
‘Well, excluding Authority itself, which is both a complete entity and a beginning and end.’
Within the category of skills, the supreme Celestial Demon Divine Art unfolded.
Strength of the Colossal—Hidden Effect
The Giant Ant’s Tremendous Power
Backed by massive buffs.
Celestial Demon Divine Art—Original
Celestial Demon Three Fists
Heavenly Demon Calamity
One of only three fist techniques compressed and compressed again until they could be called perfect was unleashed.
The annihilation of demonic power that would shroud the heavens.
That power erupted from my fist.
I released the tension I had built. My fist surged forward like a fired bullet, unleashing the suppressed power to obliterate the heavens.
“…Damn it.”
Irresistible fear and terror filled the eyes of the five Hunters who introduced themselves as Guardians belonging to the organization called Dragonic.
Such was demonic power. It mercilessly destroyed even the opponent’s spirit.
Moreover, the fuel powering that transcendent martial art was the demonic energy possessed by the primordial Demon God. There was no way mere B to A-rank Hunters—adorned with every flattering epithet like prodigy or divine being on Earth—could resist.
“One opening should be enough.”
I invested everything to draw out my full power.
At this very moment, summoning the Demon Realm and receiving all buffs, I was on equal footing with upper-tier A-rank Hunters.
Adding the absurdly broken abilities I possessed on top of that, I could even defeat S-rank Hunters.
So there was a need to verify once. My maximum power, excluding Longinus.
From my extended fist, a twisted and shattered black sky formed, then surged forward like a tidal wave, sweeping them away.
Only silence and stillness filled the Demon Realm.
In that silence, thinking that even a second strike would be unnecessary, I released my stance and dispersed the demonic energy filling my surroundings with a gesture—and my face crumpled mercilessly.
“What…is this nonsense?”
“The intelligence is wrong! The intelligence is completely wrong!”
“There’s no way he’s just an E-rank Hunter! Even without going all out, this level of power is at least S-rank! You bastard! How dare you push us into a trap?”
“FUCK! I knew something was off about him venting his frustrations while only deploying us! We were bait!”
They were all alive. Not a single hair on their bodies had been harmed.
I swallowed a slight irritation at how things weren’t unfolding according to my plan, taking in the crimson-scaled protective barrier that was shielding them.
“Dragon scales.”
“Hmph, no matter how much of an S-rank Hunter you claim to be, you won’t be able to pierce through this barrier bestowed directly by the great one!”
Chaos Eyes manifested, and the true nature of the barrier became fully visible. A heroic-grade item created using dragon scales as a medium.
My shock and irritation quickly subsided. It was certainly a remarkable and formidable item—essentially a life-preserving talisman of heroic grade.
The item’s true performance didn’t stop there.
“Does it amplify when multiple ones gather?”
“Hmph! How perceptive for a mere human! Now that you know, get lost! You can never pierce this defense! It is the power of a great dragon! It’s not something a trivial creature can destroy!”
“As long as we don’t give up, the great dragon’s power will forever protect the Guardian!”
I let out a hollow laugh. Yes, by human standards, this barrier was indeed impenetrable.
But conversely, to those who were anything but ordinary humans, it was nothing more than a trivial barrier.
Light emerges from the darkness.
The Demon Realm recedes. The darkness that had wrapped around my body is erased.
The demon’s body falls back into slumber, and in its place, a great angel’s body awakens.
Rising above brilliant light—a tidal wave of even more sacred and radiant luminescence. It was no different from the sun itself. The sun at its highest point, at the zenith of noon.
“Longinus.”
The Final Spear bursts from my inventory, grasped in my right hand.
“The Holy Grail.”
Following suit, the golden grace that erupts from my inventory is seized in my left hand.
“Activate. Temporal Acceleration.”
Longinus’s activation begins, and time accelerates. Forty seconds—now the activation rate surges to 5% in merely that span of time.
It didn’t stop there. For the first time, I raised the Holy Grail toward the heavens.
“I had forgotten.”
So this is how the first invocation goes.
Transparent liquid begins to fill the empty interior. A liquid that can only be generated once per day.
The Final Holy Water [Unique-SSS+].
Without hesitation, I pour the holy water over Longinus, and as if it were the most natural thing, the activation rate surges dramatically, achieving 10%.
“Who would have thought there was an Easter egg like this.”
Two of the three greatest sacred relics. I don’t know what the third one is, but what’s certain is this: these three sacred relics, though most of their power is sealed, resonate and interact with one another to produce the ultimate effect.
The set effect the Holy Grail grants to Longinus is singular: by absorbing different holy waters from the grail into Longinus, it elevates the activation rate in a single stroke.
‘There are two holy waters in total.’
One for a day and one for a hundred days. They each increase the activation rate by 5% and 30% respectively. There is still one undiscovered holy water somewhere in between, but since I can’t confirm whether it’s holy water or an elixir, I’ll set that aside.
Thanks to this, I was able to achieve 10% so easily. Without hesitation, I gazed at the Guardians and offered them a sinister smile.
“Damn. This is ominous.”
“Prepare yourselves. We must fight, even if we die.”
“We cannot die so pathetically like this!”
Determined to fight to the bitter end, the Guardians drew their weapons and assumed a stance of desperate resistance, their gazes fixed upon me. But it was nothing short of pathetic.
Longinus finally left my hand, and like tearing through paper, it pierced through the protective barrier and embedded itself in the upper body of the Guardian standing at the front.
An inevitable result. The barrier wasn’t even directly attached to their bodies to grant them draconic power, and a shield made of merely five small scales—not dozens upon dozens—could never hope to stop a spear that slew even Divine Beings.
The Chaos Armor wrapped around my body, and as the power of the Sun set my entire frame ablaze, I kicked off the ground.
The Sun Divine Art manifested, and the true battle began. Against an opponent who had already lost the will to fight, the outcome was predetermined.
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Crackle! Crackle! Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!
In a Luxury Hotel Suite in Seoul, the faces of those gathered there froze in an instant.
“They’re dead. All of them.”
“We sent five of them? And it happened this quickly?”
Two Guardians stared wide-eyed at the shattered communication orb, their voices trembling with disbelief and dread as they relayed the facts.
At their words, William, who sat in the seat of honor, opened his mouth.
“He is the human who wounded the Great One. He must surely possess at least one trump card. I knew they would die.”
To summarize his words: bait.
The words were far too cold and callous to come from a fellow Guardian—especially one who had walked alongside them for decades.
“They are slaves of lowborn blood anyway. They were never our equals from the start, nor did they belong with us. We followed because the Great One decreed it, but this was always the purpose slaves were meant to serve.”
At those words, the other two Guardians—a man and woman of noble English lineage—swallowed hard.
It was the sort of chilling remark a psychopath might make, yet they did not bother to refute it. In England, both past and present, bloodline was a matter of utmost importance—a measure of status, power, and authority.
They too found it deeply unsatisfying that those of lowborn origin served as Guardians alongside them, and for that reason, working with William in their team felt far more comfortable than being grouped with those five.
Though they harbored no intention of killing them. But as circumstances had unfolded, it had come to this.
“What do you intend to do? With our numbers reduced, won’t it be even harder to capture him?”
“Yes, isn’t this just a meaningless waste of our strength? No matter how much you wanted to eliminate those lowborns, this is a critical matter—one that could result in failure of the Great One’s command.”
At those words, William rose from his seat with a small laugh.
“That’s impossible. And do I look like such a fool to you?”
The two Guardians shook their heads without hesitation. William was known for his meticulous cunning and malevolent nature.
“We’ve seized an extraordinarily powerful trump card, so that creature is now nothing more than an E-rank Hunter. Surely he cannot use such a devastating ability again in a short span of time.”
A miscalculation. Yet it was a sufficiently plausible conviction—or rather, logically sound reasoning.
No matter how remarkable a unique ability might be, one could not easily wield a power capable of inflicting a mortal wound upon a Dragon.
William believed this. He saw Shin Ju-ha, now stripped of one trump card, as nothing more than an insignificant insect.
“Now we simply need to go and deliver the finishing blow.”
Unaware that this very conviction would lead him to his end.

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