I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 147

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Chapter 147. Dragonic (3)
Five Guardians fell. Those who had not been granted the rank of A were on the verge of drawing their final breath, and the A-rank Hunter who served as their leader bled alone, refusing to collapse.
But refusing to collapse was not the same as enduring.
“Fainting while standing? Such loyalty to that lizard. At this rate, I’d think you were its parents.”
Feeling the power of Sagrado fading one by one, I walked slowly forward and gave the unconscious A-rank Hunter’s head a light push. He toppled backward without resistance.
“Now then, shall we extract some information?”
The Guardians’ faces twisted into bitter smiles at my words, as if they had finally found something they could overcome.
“Cough! Cough! Don’t even dream of it!!”
“Do you think we’ll surrender so easily!”
These dying wretches still spouted bravado. Did they truly believe I wouldn’t kill them if I couldn’t extract information?
“I apologize, but…”
I had never intended to hear information from your living lips in the first place.
The moment those words left my lips, the Guardians’ faces froze solid.
“W-wait!”
Before they could even attempt negotiation, the Myriad Demon Slayer burst from my inventory and slit their throats.
The instant their flesh died and life departed, that moment became my stage. My eyes of chaos opened, and a world of inversion filled my vision.
When the power of a transcendent authority—far superior to what was called the Ghost Eye or Death Eye—unfurled, the five dead souls came into focus before me.
And naturally, I could only furrow my brow.
Souls that should have been colorless were half-stained with hue—an obvious reason for displeasure.
“Dragon spawn.”
Watching the soul half-covered in crimson scales, I clicked my tongue. I had anticipated that the Guardians’ confidence stemmed from some constraint preventing them from speaking, but I never imagined the shackles extended even to their souls, not just their bodies.
Erosion or domination—whatever term fit, the soul was thoroughly infested.
“I didn’t want to subjugate another’s dog…”
These weren’t the limbs of a Demon King-tier being, merely puppets dragged along by a hatchling. They held little utility. Yet circumstances left me no choice.
I extended my hand toward the souls and channeled demonic power. Pitch-black energy rapidly consumed them.
Shudder!
The souls immediately resisted, rejecting the infusion. Sensing their master’s possession was being violated, the crimson scales rose in defiance.
Scales transformed into searing flames surged forth in unison against my demonic aura, clashing violently. But it was futile.
The dominion granted by superior stats could not be defeated by mere residual energy from soul infusion.
Rather, I devoured even those flames—a development I had not anticipated.
“Interesting.”
The moment the infusion completed and the souls were revealed anew, flesh reforming around them, I gasped in admiration.
“Dragon-kin?”
This power was truly broken. Numerous buffs manifested, and the Guardians—who seemed utterly useless save as meat shields or bait—were reborn as formidable warriors imbued with draconic strength.
“At minimum, they’ve been promoted to A-rank. The commander is S-minus…”
My buffs forcibly elevated and enhanced their grades, and as a bonus, left a gift for myself as well.
〚Authority: Master of Ten Thousand Demons grants the owner tremendous buffs!〛
〚Subordinate Entities: Dragon’s Guardians, Infested Beings, Cultivated Slaves…〛
〚Unique Ability: Dragon’s Factor [Common-F] acquired!〛
Upon seeing the reward, I furrowed my brow slightly. The exact same reward as before.
Factors—a unique ability whose true nature remains utterly incomprehensible. Another useless unique ability with no explanation or practical application whatsoever.
Wait, is it even possible for a human to accept factors from other races? And to convert them into unique abilities without any penalty?
I’ve never heard of such a thing. I know that forced demonization like Ma-in’s is possible, and that changing one’s race through raw power rather than factors is feasible… but there’s never been any mention of factors being involved in such transformations.
As if answering my doubts, the System materialized once more.
〚Hidden conditions have been fulfilled!〛
〚Conditions
-Possess 3 different factors (Achieved)
-Possess a constitution related to fusion or harmony (Achieved)
-Possess at least one authority held by another race (Achieved)〛
〚The System proclaims!〛
〚A small law that moves the world manifests!〛
The scale had grown too immense. Laws—I don’t fully understand what they are, but I know a few things about them. They are rules and concepts that exist above the System itself.
Yes, the rune I possess—Hourglass of Time—is itself part of the law of time.
Such a tremendous rule now observes me. Not with eyes, of course. An intangible rule has intent, but no physical form.
I could simply sense it: the law of factors was testing me right now.
〚Law Quest: Factors
Grade: Law
Rank: Immeasurable
Description: A small law that moves the world. To some it is called race, to others life, and to yet others existence—this law has recognized you, who have achieved the impossible conditions. Pass its trial, receive the law’s acknowledgment, and claim the law’s blessing.
Objective: Random unique ability: ?? Factor LV 10 (MAX) achievement (0/1)
Modifier: Upon completion, you will receive a unique ability related to factors as an additional reward with 100% certainty.
Success: Acquire Rune: Factor-Man-byeon [Source-EX+]
Failure: All factor-related abilities forcibly confiscated〛
I closed the window without hesitation. By achieving impossible conditions, I had obtained an impossible quest.
I doubt I could even fill half of it before my dying breath.
I turned my attention to examine the newly acquired ability. A unique ability whose proficiency had skyrocketed the moment I subordinated all five Guardians.
〚Unique Ability: Dragon Factor
Grade: Common
Rank: F
LV 1 (60%)
Description: A unique ability imbued with the power of a small law that sustains the world. You cannot yet awaken its true power.
Ability
-X〛
“Only 60% after killing five of them.”
At this rate, wouldn’t I need to find a Dragon Lair and commit a massacre just to reach level 10?
I had no idea. Well, I’d figure it out as I went. Since it wasn’t an urgent matter, I closed all the System windows and began extracting information from the dragon-kin who now knelt before me in subordination, preparing accordingly.
***
“Here? This place?”
“Yes, here.”
“Those lowborn wretches couldn’t have lied…no, they couldn’t even lie. Not as long as the Great One’s blessing dwells within us.”
“Even if they had heard something, hiding in such a remote location is foolish. He’s probably wounded badly and went into hiding. He must have thought he could be attacked at any moment, so he hid himself accordingly.”
The Guardian who had been questioning William nodded in agreement with his assessment.
No matter how he thought about it, there was only one reason why that brat Shin Ju-ha would hide in such a desolate place where no eyes could reach—and that was it.
An orphan E-rank Hunter couldn’t possibly set traps anyway.
William and the two Guardians relaxed their vigilance with that thought, instead indulging in leisure and joy as they confidently threw open the door to the dilapidated Warehouse.
From within the darkness came the sound of labored breathing.
“Kekeke. Your words were right. Listen to that pathetic sound.”
“Using the bait to cast a location-tracking spell was convenient.”
“Hahaha. Perfect.”
They didn’t even draw their weapons. They simply pushed their bodies fully into the Warehouse with calm arrogance, approaching the source of the agonized moans—and in that instant.
Slam!
As if waiting for this moment, the moans ceased, the Warehouse door slammed shut, and five entities revealed themselves before them.
“What?”
William and the Guardians’ eyes widened, their confusion fleeting.
“How did you—?”
Their shock was short-lived as they realized the truth: these were no longer the lowborn vermin they had known.
Their very appearance was wrong. Starting with their slitted eyes, black horns jutted from their right foreheads.
It was as if dragon and human had been fused together. And it was a form they should never have taken.
“How is this possible without the blessing of those great ones?”
Guardian—a title given to those of the Dragonic faction, who served and protected dragons. But they were not dragons themselves.
Dragon blood was far too noble and exalted; even a speck of it was granted only to Guardians who had accomplished truly magnificent deeds. Only when those Guardians who had absorbed such dragon blood advanced further, becoming worthy to serve dragons even more closely—
Only then were they called semi-draconic.
And this form was unmistakably semi-draconic. Without receiving dragon blood, without the blessing of dragons.
Anger etched itself across William’s face and those of the two Guardians—that lowborn blood had achieved the form they had dreamed of.
Yet they did not move rashly. It was obvious why. To bear that form meant receiving a dragon’s blessing.
And not from the Red Dragon hatchling they served, but from a Black Dragon!
“The Great Demon God desires your souls.”
The power of the semi-draconic awakens. It was not the draconic mana exclusive to dragons. It was more accurate to call it draconic demonic force.
For they were beings born from the blessing of the Demon God.
The five lowborn Guardians were no longer weak. Even if their opponents were A+-rank powerful Hunters, they would not hesitate.
How could they? For unnoticed, other subordinates had emerged within the Warehouse, their aura nearly tangible, now surrounding the three.
“Come! Offer your souls to him and submit yourselves! Darkness is our true master!”
Without panic or fear, those who had once exalted their noble blood and served as the dragon’s limbs crumbled pathetically before the violence of numbers.
“For the Quest…you have to beat even a sleeping dog in someone else’s house to train it.”
They became Shin Ju-ha’s subordinates, their skills becoming offerings for his growth.
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LV 2(10%)
Hunters bearing the letter B grade provided roughly 10% proficiency. Those bearing A grade provided roughly 20% proficiency.
Four B-grade Hunters. Four A-grade Hunters. A total of 120% proficiency. Thus, the Dragon Factor’s level rose.
Upon reaching Level 2, that percentage was halved to 10%, but since I had already anticipated this, I nodded and moved forward.
“Are there no more Dragonic left?”
“No, sir. The Dragonic are scattered across all dimensions. However, there are few left that the crimson reptile—who rebelled against the great Demon God—commands like limbs. They are mere rabble and troublemakers, exiled to the remote world of Earth, where they’ve taken humans as Guardians. There is little cause for concern.”
“Indeed. In fact, even if all the high-ranking entities of England are Guardians of that crimson reptile, they will not move recklessly in the current situation.”
I nodded, savoring the words. Now that I saw them not as enemies but as prey, I felt a twinge of disappointment.
“Then I can proceed with what needs to be done.”
A task that had nearly been postponed by this sudden variable. I sent all my subordinates to the Demon God Territory and immediately made my way to the Hospital Room.
“It is time to go to the Supreme Martial Realm.”
I depart now to retrieve my younger sibling.

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