I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 180

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Chapter 180. Heavenly Kingdom (2)
With the feeble President’s reckless rebellion swiftly crushed and dragged away, only six pinnacles remained in the vast conference room.
Though they had suppressed the President’s rebellion and punished his foolishness, their faces remained clouded.
“What do you intend to do now, sir?”
Sung Myung-chul, chairman of the Sungyun Group, barely restrained himself from crying out to dispel the suffocating tension, and asked respectfully.
“Geuk-gwon was captured without even daring to resist. And this happened right before the Association Chairman’s very eyes! The power of this being called a god exceeds imagination. Seeing even Dangun Ji-hyuk bow his head suggests that destroying our nation itself might be possible!”
They did not yet know that Dangun Guild, the Miracle Guild, and the Black Market—along with the Seohwa Group and the Association Chairman—had all agreed to cross over into the Heavenly Kingdom.
That was why the Association Chairman still considered them useful pieces and believed the information he provided with absolute certainty. Of course, that information was true.
Geuk-gwon had been suppressed by Shin Ju-ha so pathetically it was almost pitiful.
But Han Min-guk, the Golden King, merely laughed. As if to say: so what?
“Do you truly believe that even a god could indiscriminately massacre an entire nation?”
At his question, five men stared at him as if he were spouting nonsense.
“Why do you think he made such a declaration of war? If he were to wage war—or rather, commit massacre—it would be disadvantageous to him, so he’s simply demanding we surrender ourselves to him, isn’t he? Even if we don’t leave, there’s no problem.”
The moment he massacres an entire nation, no matter how divine he claims to be, he won’t find it easy to survive on this Earth!
His voice carried conviction. In truth, there was some merit to his words, and his statement roughly grasped Shin Ju-ha’s intentions.
His seasoned judgment—as if to say he hadn’t reached the apex of South Korean power through mere luck—was sound, but unfortunately, those whose lives hung by a thread could not afford to listen to such reasoning.
“But what if he truly does commit massacre? The opponent is not the rabble we’ve trampled underfoot all these years! You say it would be difficult to survive on Earth? If he wished, he could subjugate all of humanity on this planet—what difficulty is there? Or do you think he has any lingering attachment to Earth?”
When the leader offered nothing but endurance as a countermeasure in a situation where their very lives were at stake, cracks formed in their once-solid faith.
“Please provide us with a realistic plan!”
“Merely holding out is not reassuring!”
“We must apply pressure using our connections abroad!”
The conference room erupted into chaos, and they argued endlessly without reaching consensus before adjourning the meeting.
When the meeting ended, Han Min-guk, who had remained until the last, rose from his seat and headed somewhere.
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“I’ve come to see him. Show me the way.”
“Yes, sir.”
The pinnacle of this nation. He was neither foolish nor arrogant, in truth.
Seven rulers—no, one had been taken, their fate unknown, so now six remained. Five of them raged in the conference room, spewing curses and demanding proof of survival, but he understood.
Before a Divine Being, survival was impossible. Destroying a single nation?
It was nothing. No, a weak and insignificant dimension trapped in the Lower Realm for nearly two centuries—a Divine Being could obliterate it alone with ease.
Because he understood all of this, he had uttered that absurd measure called endurance, something he would never normally choose.
How did he know such things so well?
He had no choice but to know. Unknown to the world, the fact that he ranked 7th in South Korea and was called the Golden King owed greatly to Divine power.
Even accounting for the fact that his true strength lay not in force but in wealth, ranking 7th meant he was certainly a high-ranking Divine Seat, and
indeed, that was the case.
〚Divine Seat: The foolish touch of gold gazes down upon you.〛
True name: Midas. A god from Greco-Roman mythology. The owner of the phrase “Midas’s touch.” The ruler of gold.
He was also the patron who had elevated him from a petty loan shark in Myeongdong to the very pinnacle of South Korea.
〚Divine Seat: The foolish touch of gold warns that Divine Seat: The arrogant holy celestial demon, if I know of your existence, you remain only half a god, yet do not dare think to oppose such a trivial creature.〛
〚Divine Seat: The foolish touch of gold offers to send you to another dimension if you wish and requests your choice. This too requires bearing considerable risk.〛
Midas knew Shin Ju-ha well. Rather, he could not help but know.
〚Divine Seat: The foolish touch of gold states that Divine Seat: The arrogant holy celestial demon is currently watched over by Divine Seat: The infinite strength’s champion, who is bound by all manner of restrictions and imprisoned in Tartarus.〛
It was a Divine Seat he had heard of. Or rather, if one served the Divine Seats of Olympus, one could not help but know of this one.
The final boss possessing power greater than Zeus, the de facto current ruler of Olympus, and a war machine bearing only an unfortunate and tragic narrative. Heracles.
The immense existence who had led the Gigantomachy—the war against the giants—to victory alone.
Because the gods feared that power, he came to fear his own strength, and through his own choice, weary of the cursed fate imposed upon him, he was imprisoned in eternal darkness—Tartarus.
This explained why he could not rescue his Apostle from the Holy Kingdom and could only communicate through messages.
Even his connection to the outside world existed only because he had imprisoned himself, and Hades, who manages Tartarus, showed him favor.
If Heracles, who once tore even the chief gods of the giants to shreds, wished it, he could escape Tartarus at will, making this favor all the more necessary to prevent such an occurrence.
In any case, any message Heracles sent to the outside world would inevitably reach Hades, the administrator, and naturally spread throughout Olympus.
So Midas, a Divine Being of Olympus, could not help but know. That Shin Ju-ha was the object of Heracles’s affection.
And that when Shin Ju-ha reached Tartarus, Heracles would emerge from there.
An existence that commands fate. Shin Ju-ha was nothing less than the key to liberation that Heracles had so long awaited.
“If you wish, you can flee at any time?”
〚Divine Seat: The foolish touch of gold speaks. It is payment for the amusement you have given me, and the price of reclaiming my divine artifact. But you must not forget—this will happen only once. Know that once you use this opportunity, there is no further price I will pay you.〛
Han Min-guk had entered into a contract with Midas because of a divine artifact Midas had lost, which he had discovered in a dungeon he had accidentally been swept into.
He made a contract to return that artifact upon his death and began receiving patronage.
Yet a god cannot be equal with a trivial creature. Midas always showed gracious mercy as a great king, but beneath lay the conviction that he would not associate with such insignificant beings from a remote dimension.
Knowing this all too well, Han Min-guk strove to find some way to make the Divine Seat unable to abandon him, and finally discovered a new leash to bind him.
That was——!
“But surely you need pure gold, do you not?”
【PURE GOLD!!!】
At Han Min-guk’s provocation, Midas uttered divine speech before him for the first time. It revealed just how immense his greed for pure gold truly was.
But soon, restraining his emotion, Midas returned to exchanging messages as if refusing to mingle words with a trivial creature.
〚Divine Seat: The foolish touch of Golden speaks. That is not yours, is it not? The moment that Black Market—the only source of that pure golden—slips from your grasp, there is no further need to deal with you. Would it not be more profitable to abandon you and contract with the true owner of that golden?〛
“Kuhahahaha! That owner of the golden will absolutely never reveal their identity!”
I was confident. If the identity were exposed, how much blackmail, obstruction, and greed would follow?
Even if I myself were to claim I was the owner of the golden, I could not easily reveal my identity. Though it traded for hundreds of billions, it was in fact an item beyond pricing.
Even Midas, who could be called a mid-tier Divine Being, had abandoned his pride and revealed such tremendous greed, had he not?
“Without the power and authority to overcome the greed of every human in the entire world, it can never be revealed.”
With such confidence, I was finally guided to the uppermost level of the Dangun Guild.
A divine proclamation echoed across Earth once more.
【Wanderers. Insignificant creatures who wish to grow stronger. Come to the Heavenly Kingdom. In the Heavenly Kingdom exists the foundation for your growth. Come and unfold your dreams. I do not hinder or obstruct the growth of insignificant creatures.】
The first proclamation was understandable. Though I had declared a nation, lacking citizens, I intended to lure Hunters using the Tower of Ascension as bait and the enormous Dungeons and treasures scattered across this once-cursed land.
But the next divine proclamation was completely unexpected.
【Greedy, arrogant, and foolish wielders of power, hear me. In the Heavenly Kingdom exist all that you most desire. Infinite pure golden and Mithril! As their owner, henceforth the trade of these shall be maintained eternally only in the Black Market of the Heavenly Kingdom. And that which you desire most desperately—time itself! The procedure to extend lifespan shall be performed only in the Miracle Guild of the Heavenly Kingdom. Come to me. Come and beg. For my mercy.】
The owner had revealed himself. And that owner was a being so powerful that the greed of every human in this world seemed trivial.
〚Divine Seat: The foolish touch of Golden casts a meaningful sneer toward the insignificant creature.〛
A single sentence. Han Min-guk felt a chill. For now, because of the divine artifact I possessed, Midas could not betray me, but once he received his life extended in exchange and obtained the artifact?
Midas would immediately move to attach himself to that bastard Shin Ju-ha.
Infinite pure golden was worth that much.
“Damn it.”
A low curse escaped before the Guild Master’s office of the Dangun Guild. Now there truly was no way out.
I kicked open the door and entered, observing Dangun Cheonje seated at his desk issuing various orders.
“A corpse that must dash about like a dog with fire has come calling.”
All that remained was to meet Shin Ju-ha and beg merely for my life. Even if I had to cast away everything I possessed.
I had to survive first.
“I wish to meet Shin Ju-ha. Guide me.”
“Kuhkuhkuh. How did it unfold exactly as predicted?”
Dangun Cheonje laughed. It was unmistakable mockery. Just days ago, this creature would not dare raise his head before me, yet now he completely disregarded me.
The reason for his behavior soon became clear.
A man emerging from a small room at one corner of the Guild Master’s office.
“You wish to meet me?”
A new-generation Divine Being looked down upon me. A new ruler condescends to the old.
“Let us hear what you have to bark about.”
Speaking with overwhelming killing intent.

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