I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 152

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Chapter 152. Heavenly Demon Flying Cave (4)
〖Heavenly Demon Flying Cave – Zone 1 – Field of Seeds〗
〖Objective: Consume Demonic Flowers (2891/?)〗
〖Remaining Time: 0 hours 37 minutes 24 seconds〗
〖Reward: Slight increase in demonic energy affinity + ??? (differential distribution)〗
The absurd results displayed before me—results that could almost be called a shortcut—filled me with satisfaction. I wiped the blood from my blade as I gazed upon the martial artists lying dead beneath me, then only after returning all the Kamighins I’d gathered back to the Demon God Territory did I rise from my position.
“It’s certainly a problem that stems from me….”
Was it the influence of arrogance? Or perhaps the demonic energy? The Heavenly Demon Divine Art? Or the legacy of a demon god’s descendant?
My temperament had grown somewhat rougher and more violent. But beyond that, the martial artists in this place were far from normal themselves.
Ever since I realized that killing another martial artist transferred their count to me, I’ve been spending more time hunting fellow martial artists than collecting Demonic Flowers—naturally.
The number of martial artists torn to death by the Kamighins alone numbered in the dozens.
“The population dropped from one hundred to thirty-seven.”
It was merely a reminder that I’d momentarily forgotten these were martial artists who had mastered demonic arts. The principle embedded in their minds was singular.
Survival of the strongest. Ultimately, the one who survives is the strongest, and that one possesses everything.
In that sense, I was the sole survivor who endured to the very end.
Yet I never lowered my guard or grew complacent. It was only natural. Though I faced only such creatures now, how could I be certain there wasn’t another existence like myself?
Of course, by “existence like myself,” I meant not those who had undergone dimensional transfer, but those capable of overwhelmingly defeating other martial artists.
‘The one who ranked first wasn’t particularly strong either.’
Still, they managed to exchange blows with me to a reasonable degree. It seemed the Heavenly Demon Flying Cave itself gathered creatures of similar caliber within each zone.
‘Since I was forcibly brought into this place.’
I had become an irregular. But there was no restriction. It seemed they regarded even that as part of my ability.
There was no way an administrator existed to manage the grand formation of this Heavenly Demon Flying Cave. To manipulate such formations and wills would require at minimum a powerful Divine Being to intervene.
Time was nearly exhausted. After the martial artists realized that I—a variable and a tyrant—occupied this zone, the hunting ceased.
The remaining martial artists suppressed all the pride of the demonic cultivators and Orthodox Sect, along with the recklessness of the Heterodox Sect, and focused entirely on collecting Demonic Flowers while avoiding my gaze, desperate to raise their rankings.
The objective presented by this zone had already been fulfilled. Why else would a system exist that grants additional Demonic Flowers for killing other martial artists?
It meant they were to kill and be killed. Rather than selecting those eliminated, it reduced numbers in this manner, keeping only those of superior quality.
I too was gradually adapting to the Heavenly Demon Flying Cave. Ultimately, what this place desired was singular.
A being with the most outstanding potential, possessing the most superior physique, and wielding the most exceptional martial arts.
A place created for that one magnificent existence alone—the sole victor who would survive to the very end.
“Since this is the Heavenly Demon Flying Cave, it must be a process to select a new Heavenly Demon Emperor.”
The tens of thousands of Heavenly Demon wills I sensed here were strongly yearning for the creation of a powerful successor.
For me, it was an opportunity beyond measure. My objective was to meet and kill my Younger Sibling—the Heavenly Demon Emperor and absolute ruler of this Supreme Martial Realm—and return my soul to my original body.
To accomplish that, I had to overcome the trials of this Heavenly Demon Flying Cave, emerge as the final victor, and become the new Heavenly Demon Emperor.
‘Since a Heavenly Demon Emperor already exists, I won’t become one immediately….’
What mattered was that I could meet my Younger Sibling, the Heavenly Demon Emperor. Once I meet them, I’ll be able to discover what memories were stripped away and what my Younger Sibling truly desires.
Of course, my Younger Sibling reigns as an absolute being, having grown their foundational stats to the SS+ limit—making them far from easy to kill.
It’s an entirely different matter from merely severing a neck or piercing a heart. Even revealing such weaknesses would make it difficult for me to inflict injury with my current strength.
I set aside the troublesome problem for now. After all, I need to meet them first to understand exactly what situation my Younger Sibling is in.
‘One thing is certain—they won’t recognize me.’
It’s a connection my original body from another dimension possesses. That cursed unique ability would undoubtedly interfere, as its purpose is to accumulate Achievements and spend time in other dimensions for as long as possible.
While I was lost in thought, something shifted. The demonic energy pouring from Cheonma Bidong suddenly surged like a tempest, and it began to be absorbed into me.
“Hmm?”
This was a different kind of absorption than simply increasing demonic energy. The demonic essence infused with the Heavenly Demon’s power was transforming my body.
Yes, this was a process of altering my constitution.
I currently possessed multiple constitutions.
Through the Infinite Divine Meridian, I gained talent and bonuses regarding nothingness.
Through the Chaos Body, I simultaneously acquired both sacred power and demonic energy—forces that were contradictory and mutually exclusive.
Through the Demon God Body, I obtained a portion of the power that the primordial Demon God possessed.
And this new constitution being imprinted and transformed upon me was nothing more than a subordinate concept dependent on one of those three.
The transformation evolved into something greater. It became more refined and complete. Still imperfect, yet this alone made for a formidable constitution.
Once the transformation finished, I immediately opened the System window rather than reading the text displayed by Cheonma Bidong. The messages that appeared before my eyes were:
〚Authority: The Demon God Body has absorbed the subordinate unique ability: Demonic Body Stage 5.〛
〚Authority: The Demon God Body has partially completed the generation conditions for the subordinate authority: Heavenly Demon Body.〛
〚Authority: The Demon God Body’s abilities have been amplified by a minute amount.〛
I nodded in affirmation. Just as I had anticipated.
Of course, the Demon God Body was essentially the pinnacle of demonic energy-based constitutions. After all, it was the very body of Solomon, the primordial Demon God who was both the creator and master of all demonic energy.
‘I might be able to obtain the Heavenly Demon Body.’
My conviction deepened. This place truly was meant to select a new Heavenly Demon. In exchange for obtaining an impossibly vast amount of demonic transformation, what I had gained was one of the conditions necessary to acquire the Heavenly Demon Body.
“The other monsters probably haven’t reached this level, but most of them should have obtained the Demonic Body.”
Stage 5 seemed to be the limit. Those who failed to obtain it would find no further purpose in progressing through Cheonma Bidong. Yet they couldn’t simply give up either.
I rose to my feet and gazed at the shimmering door before me, then began to move forward, sweeping through Cheonma Bidong with unstoppable momentum.
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The higher the zone number climbed, the greater the rewards became. Yet the difficulty was no longer quite so forgiving.
Still, even if that were the case, I couldn’t imagine stumbling in what I could still consider the early stages.
Excluding the first zone, I hadn’t deliberately wielded the Cheonma Bidong’s demonic energy to manufacture my desired outcomes, and yet I monopolized and dominated like an irregular nonetheless.
Part of it was that I hadn’t encountered a truly worthy opponent, but even accounting for that, there were far too many mediocre rabble.
As if they’d thrown in every martial artist driven by greed—those desperate for even one worthy foe to emerge, willing to sacrifice these masses just to salvage a single decent challenger.
The situation suited me perfectly. The more I monopolized, the higher the quality of rewards climbed, and each reward steadily fortified my strength.
Even rewards that merely increased demonic energy were treasures beyond price to me. With 100% efficiency, how could I complain? I was gaining foundational stats by the handful without expending real effort.
Moreover, I was nearly complete in fulfilling the conditions to obtain the Heavenly Demon Body.
Past zone ten. Breaking through zone twenty. Treading lightly through zone thirty. Surpassing even zone forty.
Only then did a martial artist worthy of my attention finally appear.
〖Cheonma Bidong (天魔飛棟) – Zone 49 – The Domain of Despair〗
〖Objective: Achieve victory against Despair’s martial artist. (0/99)〗
〖Rewards: Distributed according to achievement level.〗
Naturally, the martial artists who’d entered here were not among the truly strong. It seemed whoever orchestrated this refused to allow powerful warriors to be eliminated so pathetically in a single zone.
One might suspect someone was toying with this place, but since it held little significance, I remained silent.
If Heracles’s Twelve Labors resonated, then the strongest here would certainly be at least my current level, and something greater undoubtedly lurked beyond. It was better not to face them prematurely.
They were simply handing out rewards. Refusing would be discourteous. Still, this trial proved somewhat challenging.
As if to separate the worthy from the worthless, opponents emerged that lived up to their name—Despair itself.
“The early stages aren’t difficult, it seems.”
Naturally, I didn’t even need to employ the Heavenly Demon Divine Art or the Solar Divine Art, let alone my most formidable technique, the Primordial Divine Art.
So I fought with ease, but the situation suddenly reversed. True to its name, Despair wrapped itself in black demonic energy and began radiating ominous intent—then abruptly surged in power.
〖Despair No. 61 – Nine-Fallen Nine-Demon Sword〗
The bizarre form of Despair, possessing only human shape, rushed toward me. Sensing something amiss from the moment it thrust its blade, I twisted my body to evade—but.
In an instant, the sword transformed into nine blades, refusing to permit such sloppy, pathetic evasion as it carved through my body.
“What?”
Shock was justified. The difference between this and the sixtieth martial artist was like heaven and earth. I quickly seized the Myriad-Destruction Demon Blade and converted my overwhelming demonic power into inner force.
The moment power surged through my body, I launched forward and shattered the demon blade—singular yet nine-fold.
A clean slash.
I killed the enemy in a single stroke, but it didn’t end there.
〖Despair No. 62 – Supreme Death Demon〗
Without a moment’s respite, a new Despair appeared, leaping skyward before producing a fan from within its robes and unfurling it toward me.
Simultaneously, as if by sorcery, weapons from within the fan surged toward me in a torrent.
Witnessing each one brimming with tremendous inner force, I clicked my tongue.
It was a technique that, while not quite the legendary rain of ten thousand flowers that blackens the sky from martial arts tales, left no room to escape—a suffocating barrage.
Though I’d developed senses bordering on precognition through the power of the Absolute, no path of evasion revealed itself. Thus, counterattack proved more vital than defense.
My blazing inner force transformed in an instant into black, viscous, malevolent Heavenly Demon energy that enveloped me.
Protective Energy—a method of inner force application that shields the body.
This sufficed. No matter how powerful, nothing could pierce my overwhelmingly pure and dense Heavenly Demon energy.
And their tricks ended there. I immediately unfurled the wings of Pride, surged skyward, and severed its neck.
Despair, known to other martial artists as terror itself, perished with pathetic ease.
I ceased holding back and began slaying more of the Despair entities.

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