I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 169

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Chapter 169. The Lesser Celestial Demon (2)
Thirty-eight Celestial Demons become stained by my demonic essence, their avatars materializing into tangible forms. In truth, recovering even half their power would have been impossible.
With only the strength of the Ten Thousand Demons at my command, it could not be done. Yet because the Heavenly Demon Flying Pavilion had created these avatars, the efficiency doubled.
I could preserve fifty to sixty percent of their power—thirty to forty percent of the peak strength these avatars once possessed, augmented by the authority of the Ten Thousand Demons.
They are Celestial Demons and my subordinates. And there was no need to question which held greater dominion.
The constraint that no more than one Celestial Demon can exist beneath the heavens does not apply to them.
Well, even if my subordinates could not ignore such a constraint, I could simply erase it with the power of the Holy Divine Celestial Demon.
I withdrew my gaze from them as they were resurrected, consumed by my demonic essence, and examined the System Message that materialized before my eyes.
〚Hidden Quest: The Twelve Labors Epic of the Greatest Hero—Second Labor
Grade: Mythic
Rank: SSS-
Description: The Heavenly Demon Flying Pavilion. A place where the will and legacy of all Celestial Demons remain—from the first primordial Celestial Demon of the Supreme Martial Realm to the thirty-eighth. Now used to select successors, survive to the very end in this place and acquire the qualifications of a Lesser Celestial Demon.
Objective: Become the final victor of the Heavenly Demon Flying Pavilion (1/1)
Success: Third Labor unlocked, Skill: Colossal Strength of the Giant [Legendary-SS], ???
Failure: Annihilation of body and soul〛
The second trial that had emerged the moment I entered the Pavilion was now cleared. Though I must admit, it felt almost too easy to call it a trial, the difficulty itself was certainly grave enough to demand one’s life, so I harbored no regrets.
More than regret, I felt anticipation. At last, I had gathered all five of the Colossal Strength skills.
From the Heart of the Colossal that I first received from the Curse Master, master of the Black Market, to the Colossal Strength I would now obtain.
What would happen when I assembled them all? The answer emerged.
〚A set effect activates!〛
〚Effects
-2-Set: Skill rank rises to SSS. Level increases by 1.
-3-Set: Skill rank rises to EX. Hidden effects within the skills unlock.
-4-Set: Skill grade rises to Mythic.
-5-Set: Skills fuse!〛
[Heart—Acquired.]
[Strength—Acquired]
[Body—Acquired]
[Colossal Strength—Acquired]
[Wisdom—Acquired]
Five skills become one.
〚Authority: The Primordial Giant King has been created!〛
〚Authority: The Primordial Giant King
Grade: Origin
Rank: Origin
LV 1 (0%)
Description: A being of primordial antiquity. One of the mightiest and most glorious of the Divine Race, now fallen and obscured—a key to inheriting the power of the king, leader and sovereign of those whose traces have vanished.
Abilities
-Heart: Unifies all stat values
-Strength: All damage increased by 300%
-Body: All stats increase by 1 tier
-Mighty Force: All ability levels increase by 2 tiers
-Wisdom: All talents increase by 300%〛
Nothing surprises me anymore. Everything I’ve obtained since arriving in the Supreme Martial Realm has been so extraordinary.
〚The tier of Divine Demon (★) is far too insufficient to achieve complete advancement!〛
〚The tier of Pride (★) is far too insufficient to achieve complete advancement!〛
〚The tier of Misfortune (Mythic) ascends to Origin!〛
〚The tier of Fortune (Mythic) ascends to Origin!〛
〚The tier of Indomitable (Legend) ascends to Mythic!〛
〚The tier of Heavenly Sky (Origin) ascends to Primordial!〛
As expected, the tiers of Divine Demon and Pride did not rise. It was inevitable—they were already too exalted to ascend with merely a single Authority.
‘Still, it feels like about 30% has been filled.’
If I were given just 2 or 3 more opportunities to advance, I might glimpse the next tier as well.
But that wasn’t what mattered most.
I opened my eyes wide, staring at the message materializing before me.
〚Authority: Fortune and Authority: Misfortune’s Curse have shed their constraints and been reborn as a single Origin!〛
〚Authority: Fortune and Authority: Misfortune’s Curse have achieved LV 9!〛
The two Authorities, originally at level 7, had risen through several advancements to reach level 9—that same level from when I had summoned Self-Strengthening before.
〚Authority: Misfortune’s Curse loses its power!〛
But what came next was even more astonishing.
〚The final shell shatters by force!〛
My tier had elevated, and as Misfortune’s Curse could no longer inflict meaningful harm upon me, it quietly accepted its end.
I had carved out my own future, different from the one I had summoned before.
I opened my eyes wide and focused.
〚Authority: Misfortune’s Curse transforms into Authority: Misfortune!〛
At last! I had severed the chain binding me to this damnable curse. I had shattered the curse that had relentlessly blocked my path since right after my return!
My joy was short-lived. My victory over the curse triggered something I had never anticipated.
Kuguguguguguuu.
The earth trembles. The sky wails. The atmosphere, seized by terror, vanishes without a trace.
Frigid. Silent. Cold.
Everything around me freezes. My eyes quiver narrowly as my entire body is gripped by dread.
The pressure of a tier.
Even with my tier—fortified by the Divine Race and countless abilities, unflinching before most gods—an abyss of terror descends upon me.
“What…what is this?”
The sky tears open. Within the frozen world, those eyes turn toward me. Only then do I understand.
This is a curse. A curse so tremendous that even Ra, the Creator God and Supreme Deity of Heliopolis—one of the highest divine realms in the Abyss Realm—knew no proper way to undo it.
〚Warning! Warning! Warning!〛
My status window flushes crimson, alerting me to danger while simultaneously sending a warning to my opponent.
It was warranted. The moment our eyes met, my consciousness nearly shattered.
My trembling body forces itself to swallow hard.
〚Conceptual Divine Seat: The Father of the Oldest Dream gazes down upon you.〛
A Divine Seat I’ve never heard of before. No—what even is a Conceptual Divine Seat?
This is the first time I’ve ever witnessed a Divine Seat bearing such a descriptor. I try to forcibly calm my trembling body, but it’s impossible.
I’m going to die. That Entity doesn’t even need to exert power. Merely its gaze—that gaze alone will crush my entire body and melt my brain until I perish.
The moment blood begins erupting from the seven orifices of my face, the gaze in those eyes shifts.
The observation is complete. The pressure bearing down on my body lessens slightly.
The emotion within that gaze becomes unmistakably clear. From indifference to a hint of benevolence.
I can’t help but tilt my head and wonder.
Benevolence?
What reason could such a tremendous Entity possibly have to regard me with benevolence? We’ve never met, never even crossed paths—how is this possible?
But there’s no way to unravel this mystery. The overwhelming pressure born from the gap in our grades renders even my lips immobile, and it’s certain that Entity would never answer even if I dared to question.
Yet that benevolence was undoubtedly directed at me, and within it dwelled both intrigue and satisfaction.
And as if in reciprocation, a System Message manifests before me.
〚Authority: Fortune and Authority: Misfortune merge into their original form as one!〛
〚Authority: Destiny is born!〛
Destiny—the very subject that had emerged in my previous conversation with the Pope—reclaims its true nature.
The Entity completely withdraws even the final traces of the curse lingering in my soul, while granting me the means to obtain this new power.
I’m driven mad with curiosity. Why did it leave me cursed in the first place, and now—why does it show benevolence and grant me such strength?
As if already knowing such questions, its eyes observe me once more, and for the first time, it leaves behind a voice.
【My.wager.is.your.victory.Your.son.has.overcome.the.curse.of.destiny.My.defeat.】
My eyes open even wider. My body trembles violently, threatening to collapse at any moment, yet I force it to remain standing.
By sheer force! By sheer force! By sheer force! I open my mouth. Pouring every ounce of strength into it, I utter a single word.
“Parents…!”
Those eyes turn toward me. What dwells within them remains intrigue and benevolence, yet they close as if to declare they will no longer deign to exchange words with the likes of me, vanishing into the closing sky.
Only then does time resume its flow, and I, having exhausted power beyond my limits, collapse where I stand, coughing blood violently.
Within my fading consciousness, one final message appears, and with it, I succumb completely to total exhaustion.
〚Hidden Quest: The Twelve Labors Epic of the Greatest Grand Hero emerges!〛
〚Hidden Quest: The Twelve Labors Epic of the Greatest Grand Hero – Third Labor
Grade: Mythic
Rank: SSS-
Description: …Same as before. Overcome the third labor.
Objective: Opens upon condition satisfaction
Success: Opens fourth labor, ???
Failure: Annihilation of body and soul〛
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A Constellation, or Divine Seat.
Both terms meant the same thing: beings who had accumulated enough merit and karma to be inscribed upon the System itself, earning the right to claim one of the stars in the heavens.
While there was no formal systemic distinction, Divine Seats were categorized into lower, middle, and upper ranks, with Great Divine Seats existing above them, and finally the Supreme Divine Being or Creator God ruling over an entire divine realm.
Yet in all my knowledge—both before and after regression—I had never once heard of a Conceptual Divine Seat.
Concept. A word the dictionary defined as a single unified notion synthesized from the common elements extracted across multiple ideas.
I lay gazing up at the ancient wooden-beamed ceiling, arranging my thoughts.
‘It was not an ordinary Divine Seat.’
No, whether compared to a Supreme Divine Being or a Creator God, something about it was fundamentally different. Though it had lost most of its power, I—who had met Ra and witnessed its dignity and presence intact—could assert with certainty that it had lost neither its rank nor its aura.
That existence was something transcendent, something that had escaped the ordinary bounds.
Transcendence. A being that had completely escaped all constraints and laws.
Yes, my instincts had carved that truth into my mind. There was no other way to explain it.
‘Did Solomon possess such power as well?’
I didn’t know. After pondering for a long while, I abandoned the line of thought. That wasn’t what mattered.
“My parents.”
The Conceptual Divine Seat—the Father of the Oldest Dream—had said it clearly. That he had lost the wager with my parents.
And that the curse he had inflicted upon me was part of that wager. If that were true, then at the very least, my parents—the victors of that wager—must still be alive, mustn’t they?
My fists clenched involuntarily. I could not contain my joy.
I would soon send my Younger Sibling back home. And then, a new purpose would emerge.
‘Complete my revenge. Then find my parents.’
Conceptual Divine Seats. I had to investigate everything about them. With a goal set, my body suddenly felt drained of strength.
“I pushed myself too hard.”
Everything from activating Longinus at full capacity to forcing my voice against a Conceptual Divine Seat.
Closing my eyes quietly once more, I savored a brief moment of peace and rest, and after several days had passed, my Younger Sibling finally came to find me.

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