I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 154

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Chapter 154. The Lesser Heavenly Demon (小天魔) Confrontation
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Bone Replacement and Skin Shedding. For the third time, this miraculous transformation settles into my body, rendering my flesh increasingly resilient and pure.
Infinite Void, Divine Meridian, and Arrogance—all three critical stats have shown meaningful increases, and furthermore, new potential has taken root within my physique.
Heavenly Demon Body. One of the qualifications to become a Heavenly Demon has now fully settled within me. And it carries the highest rank and grade imaginable.
〚Unique Ability: Heavenly Demon Body
Rank: Mythic
Grade: EX
LV 1 (0%)
Description: One of the divine beings of the Supreme Martial Realm, and one of the qualifications required to become a Heavenly Demon whose name is inherited across generations. By achieving all trials of Cheonma Bidong with the highest accomplishment, the body has transformed into flesh that transcends its limits.
Abilities
-All stats +10% increase
-Heavenly Demon Divine Art efficiency 500% increase.
-Heavenly Demon Divine Technique efficiency 500% increase.
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-5 LV unlock〛
〚Authority: Heavenly Demon Divine Art-Origin begins to resonate with the Heavenly Demon Body.〛
Fortunately, the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, which is essentially my foundation, also responds to this Heavenly Demon Body. Ordinarily, even obtaining this flesh without acquiring the other fragments would have been helpful, but I would have settled for merely a 10% stat increase with no particularly significant effect.
Because I already possessed the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, I could partially unlock the true power of this body.
I steady my breathing and recover my exhausted body by downing a potion. How much time have I spent here?
As if on cue, a massive teleportation formation materializes at the center of the vast chamber. Unlike before, its scale is extraordinary.
As if to suggest that what comes next is not a trial, but something else entirely. I did not rush. I fully recovered my body, adapted to my flesh now elevated to D-rank through several stat increases, and only then did I thrust myself into the formation.
Whoosh!
My vision shifts, and a colossal space where all who entered Cheonma Bidong along with the 50th Zone gather reveals itself before me.
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〖Cheonma Bidong – Zone 50 – Hall of Encounter〗
〖Objective: Observe your competitors.〗
〖Reward: Demonic Restoration Pill〗
I couldn’t say exactly how many had entered this Bidong, but the vast majority lacked strength and skill comparable to mine—meaning those gathered here were the rarest of survivors.
Yes, the rarest. An extremely select elite. And that rare number exceeded roughly one thousand.
My eyes narrowed instinctively. I could feel it—formidable auras emanating from every corner. Among them existed warriors so powerful that even I, having achieved explosive growth, couldn’t dare face them.
‘SS-rank.’
If I poured everything into my limits, I could contend with them, but I couldn’t guarantee victory against such masters.
They carried themselves with ease, as if they knew this battlefield existed for them alone, gazing down at their opponents with arrogance.
‘Five? No, six.’
The number of those who had reached the realm worthy of the letters SS. As I pondered this, a voice from beside me made me turn my head.
“Those five were already famous outside. They’re called the greatest of the later generation, having reached the pinnacle at such a young age.”
A man in a neat martial robe with two swords at his waist. He approached my side with a smile and gentle impression, acting as though we were acquainted.
“Pleased to meet you. I haven’t seen your face before. I’m Shin Woon, the Mad Blood Swordsman.”
I tilted my head. Why was this man addressing me so familiarly?
Through my Chaos Eye, the information I gleaned showed he existed somewhere between A and A+ rank—a strong warrior, but weak compared to the truly formidable ones here.
Yet I made no hasty judgments. My current physical abilities were comparable to or inferior to his, so who could say whether he possessed hidden cards that might let him compete with them?
And the fact that he approached me so openly meant one of two things: either he was genuinely sociable, or he had ulterior motives.
Either way, it mattered little. If he tried to use me, I would use him in return. If he betrayed me, I would repay it tenfold.
I returned his cupped fist salute and introduced myself.
“I’m Shin Ju-ha. As for an alias… I don’t have one.”
“Ah! A hidden master who trained in a remote area with your teacher! I’ve cultivated connections with most of the later generation, but you’re a completely new face—I couldn’t resist my curiosity. Forgive my rudeness.”
“Not at all. As you say, having been removed from the secular world, there is much I don’t know. I would be grateful for any guidance.”
At my courteous words, his smile grew warmer, and he now stood completely beside me as he spoke.
“Though Cheonma Bidong opened suddenly, both Orthodox and Heterodox Sects had prepared. It’s been three thousand years since the current Heavenly Demon Emperor, the absolute ruler, received heaven’s call and withdrew into seclusion alone. It’s time to select the next Heavenly Demon.”
“There cannot be two Heavenly Demons.”
“That being can no longer be called a Heavenly Demon. Why else would the once-declining Heavenly Demon Divine Cult possess such power now? It’s all because of that one person. An absolute existence beyond challenge. The supreme being of all ages, the supreme demon of all ages—the Heavenly Demon Emperor.”
I let out a quiet laugh. My younger sibling has made quite the name for themselves. Brilliant and exceptional since childhood, hearing such praise was only natural.
The explanation of my younger sibling’s achievements continued, and I smiled, nodding along throughout.
And finally, the story circled back to its origin.
“Thus, the Orthodox and Heterodox Sects, to check the Demonic Cult’s influence, have brought these exceptionally talented dragons to participate.”
Shin Woon slowly moved his hand, pointing out five individuals one by one as he began his explanation.
“That one bearing two swords is Hwang Woon-hyuk, the Sun-Moon Tai Chi Swordsman, called the greatest talent of the Murim Sect, which wields considerable power even within the Orthodox Sect.”
Among the six I’d identified, he possessed quite formidable strength. I observed his figure as he sat in lotus position with a reverent expression, circulating his energy.
“And that man wielding a sword, performing sword dance, is a direct descendant of the Namgoong Family and the Orthodox Sect’s greatest talent, bestowed the title of future Murim Alliance Lord. He is Namgoong Cheon, the Big Dipper Divine Dragon.”
I took in the figure of the man in blue martial robes, captivating those around him with intense, disciplined sword movements.
‘The second strongest.’
His martial technique was noteworthy, but I evaluated his power even more highly. All five were strong enough to bear the SS rank, but he could wear SS+ with ease.
Yes, exactly like seeing Dangun Ji-hyuk before entering the Tower of Ascension—when he unleashed all his hidden power, temporarily reaching overwhelming strength at his limits.
Moreover, that power reigned supreme, influencing everything around him. As if he were a sovereign himself.
‘A subordinate sense of Pride?’
I’ve never wielded Pride in such a manner before, but this approach appears far less efficient than Pride itself.
“Now then, that woman is Ma Yeo-woon, also known as Ghost Hand Heavenly Palm—daughter of Ghost Demon Spear, one of the Demonic Cult’s late-stage executives, one of its elders, and one of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult’s representative martial masters.”
Though her face was concealed behind a mask, her form-fitting martial robe left nothing to the imagination, and her flawless physique commanded everyone’s attention without question.
“Hehehehe. You’re male as well, it seems. Though you look rather inexperienced in that department. It’s funny—most handsome fellows who’ve accumulated real skill tend to be hopeless in such matters. Though I must admit, that figure of hers is enough to drive any man wild.”
I ignore the voice beside me. What I’m observing isn’t her body.
Flames flicker within my heterochromatic eyes, revealing a world visible only to me. A different realm than what these others perceive.
‘Given that she bears the character for “ghost” in her name, there should be some connection.’
An enormous number of spirits hover around her, guarding her as though sworn to protect their master absolutely, watching everyone with unwavering vigilance.
Hundreds? No—thousands of spirits. And among them, one creature…
‘It’s powerful.’
Stronger than anyone else present here—strong enough that none could overcome it. In that instant, did it notice my gaze?
The spirit clinging to Ma Yeo-woon’s body suddenly whipped its head around, locking eyes with me. Our gazes intertwined, and the spirit grinned with a metallic rasp.
Simultaneously, Ma Yeo-woon herself turned her head, her eyes finding my exact location.
“Oh! She’s looking your way, isn’t she?! Unbelievable! To think that cold woman would show interest in a man—I’m witnessing it with my own eyes!”
Yes, he’s right. Interest is interest, after all. I didn’t avert my gaze from the woman’s eyes. After a prolonged stare, it was Ma Yeo-woon who was forced to look away first—compelled by that formidable spirit.
“Tsk. What a shame. Ah! I should finish my explanation. Now then, the man beside Ma Yeo-woon is also a notable figure in the Demonic Cult—Heo Soo, the Subduing Demon Dragon. Rumors circulate that he aspires to become the next Heavenly Demon Emperor, and his strength is considerable. Born as a slave’s son yet elevated to such heights, his talent and power cannot be dismissed. He’s counted among the strongest contenders alongside the Northern Dipper Divine Dragon.”
That’s wrong. That man isn’t nearly as strong. Ma Yeo-woon alone, should she reveal that hidden power—that spirit—could become the strongest presence here.
‘Of course, that won’t be easy.’
It would demand a tremendous price. Similar to when I summoned Belial through the Altar of Sacrifice. Of course, without such authority, the cost would be even greater.
One thing is certain: that Heo Soo is far removed from victory.
“And finally, that one. That one there—flirting with a martial master even after coming this far. Tsk, tsk. Truly despicable and base, a heterodox sect scoundrel. Gal Seon-min, the Mad Martial Self. Skilled, certainly, but infamous as a rogue of the highest order. He’s likely here for his own reputation. He’ll probably forfeit midway.”
He’s not worth my attention. Among the six I’ve assessed, he’s the weakest. And judging by his conduct, he’s beneath consideration.
“Well! That covers all the notable figures gathered here. Shin Ju-ha, do you have any questions?”
I nod and point with my finger toward one figure. The only strong contender not introduced as a championship candidate.
That one who receives no one’s attention, existing quietly.
“What do you know of that woman?”
She was the strongest presence here—a being worthy of the letters SSS itself.

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