I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 182

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Chapter 182. A Month’s Time
Han Min-guk slipped away from the Dangun Guild as though in a trance, lost in thought as Driver opened the car door for him.
One month. That was all the time I had to prepare.
〚Divine Seat: The foolish Golden One’s hand warns that even with such a fleeting span of time—mere moments to a deity—no matter what I do, I cannot defeat that existence.〛
“Even if you assist me in every conceivable way?”
〚Divine Seat: The foolish Golden One’s hand scoffs, saying that if I were willing to stake everything, it might be possible—no, the probability of victory would be higher. But he has no intention of doing so. Though the divine artifact is precious, sacrificing more than that would be poor accounting, he says.〛
Of course. I had contracted with the Divine Seat and received his power precisely because of the divine artifact. Asking for anything beyond that was impossible from the start.
“Then may I use the divine artifact?”
〚Divine Seat: The foolish Golden One’s hand chuckles softly, saying that would be sufficient compensation for the transaction. However, the divine artifact will be reclaimed immediately after use, and our contract will be terminated, he says.〛
There were three options.
First, abandon everything and wait for a painful death, or choose a clean suicide instead. The easiest, fastest method requiring no thought whatsoever, but…
The pride I had always possessed from standing above all things, and my fear of death, were far too immense. It was a choice I could never make.
Second, use the Divine Seat to flee from that cursed god and evade capture for as long as possible. But this option was equally impossible.
His repeated warnings—that no matter where I went or what I did, he could capture me—did not sound like lies. In the end, it seemed I would be caught and killed pathetically, so I discarded this option.
And naturally, only the third and final option remained.
To fight. For humanity to topple a god. For humanity to bring down the heavens. That alone was the only way to survive.
It was something I could only call impossible, yet I could not abandon it. It was my only path to survival.
When I returned to the conference room carrying the unconscious Geuk-gwon, those who had rushed back upon receiving my call had all gathered.
“We will kill a god. We will become god-slayers and prove that our power is eternal! That it will never crumble!”
Han Min-guk withdrew from his possession three items—the most valuable things he owned, which he had sworn never to use in his lifetime.
These people knew each other well, and those who understood exactly what Han Min-guk had produced stared at him in astonishment.
Han Min-guk spoke to them, his voice low yet forceful.
“Stake your lives. Do not spare your wealth. When you die, it all disappears anyway. The god has no intention of letting us live. We killed his parents, so he will hunt us to the depths of hell and tear our bodies and souls to shreds. Pour everything into creating even a single thread of possibility. That possibility will lead us to eternal power.”
Saying this, Han Min-guk withdrew several photographs from his possession.
“The god’s power. The god’s possessions. Even the god’s reputation.”
Seven eyes gleamed. There was no choice but to do this. Yet motivation was crucial. He had always been the one giving orders to everyone, and he knew well how to handle people.
“Abandon any foolish thoughts of surviving alone. There is no such possibility. Either we all die together, or we all live together. Those are the only two choices. And if we all live… this will become ours.”
Pure gold and mithril. And an elixir of eternal immortality!
Greed took root in the conference room. The moment an additional reason to win at any cost was added, they no longer responded foolishly.
They had risen to that position and controlled the nation of South Korea precisely because of such selfish greed.
Han Min-guk revealed his hand first.
The first of the three items he produced was an apple that gleamed with a beautiful golden light.
“Divine Artifact—the Golden Apple.”
At the appearance of an item from mythology, everyone’s mouths fell open as they stared at what he held.
“It is the artifact my god desires most.”
Yes. The divine artifact that Midas sought to reclaim, even making a losing contract with a mere insignificant human.
“On our Earth, it is said to be the seed of discord created by the goddess of strife in Greco-Roman mythology. But in truth, this apple is the greatest masterpiece created by Midas’s hand.”
The goddess of discord had borrowed and used that apple. The Golden Apple was powerful enough that other gods would borrow it for use.
Among the countless divine artifacts possessed by the Divine Seat known as Midas, it ranked among the very top.
It would surely be effective even against a god. Of course, using a divine artifact meant erasing even my final refuge, so I should be cautious. But I had already decided.
He set down the apple and picked up the next item. It was something shaped like a circular crown.
“The Colosseum of Endless Suffering.”
An item that creates a Colosseum—a structure that exists solely for battles to the death.
“With this, we trap the Divine Being in our own backyard.”
As expected of such a rare, legendary-grade item, the Colosseum favored the caster. The moment an opponent entered, they would begin under every conceivable penalty.
After setting down the second item, Han Min-guk—his eyes trembling with something beyond mere emotion, drenched in pure terror—gripped the final object in his hand.
“This is…”
He paused, gathering himself. Then, with the resolute expression of one who had made his peace, he raised what he held high for all to see.
“We will capture the Divine Being. And to do so, we must finally abandon what makes us merely weak and insignificant humans.”
In his palm lay a crimson jewel—a heart that pulsed as if alive, radiating an ominous and malevolent red aura.
“The heart of a high-ranking Demon. We will forge a contract with a Demon.”
The act humanity most forbade, the target of extermination without exception—he was declaring their intention to become servants of a Demon, beings equal in rank to Ma-in.
Six faces went rigid. Even Geuk-gwon, whose hunger for power ran deepest and whose methods knew no bounds, turned ashen as he alternated his gaze between Han Min-guk and the Demon heart in his grasp.
Like one who had just awakened from unconsciousness only to hear something so shocking that all thought fled.
“That’s far too dangerous!”
“We’ll all be destroyed if we’re not careful!”
“Surely you know that Demons and the Demon Clan can never be trusted?”
At those words, Han Min-guk let out a low chuckle, his gaze sweeping across the six.
“Then rot as you are. You don’t actually believe those pathetic weaklings under your command will guarantee your lives, do you? They could simply hand over just the seven of you and save themselves.”
Silence descended upon the Conference Room. It was the truth. Now there was nothing to trust but themselves and the power they wielded.
Though their identities had not been revealed, those who knew would certainly understand.
If only the backing of these seven were exposed and surrendered, their lives—the nation’s very fate—could be preserved.
“Our authority is already half-broken. With money and force, we can barely use half of what remains. You’ve all been at the top too long—your judgment has grown clouded.”
Their ignorance of what Divine Beings truly were had played its part as well.
They all felt the terror of death, yet somehow believed it could be resolved. The absurdity of it almost made him laugh.
Only Han Min-guk, who understood Divine Beings more deeply, and Geuk-gwon, who had been mercilessly suppressed by one, knew the truth: a 99.999% probability of death.
“I’m doing this to create even a 0.0001% chance of survival. If you wish to withdraw, do so. I won’t stop you. Go offer your neck and die. I have no patience for coddling fools.”
The moment those words left his mouth, Han Min-guk forced demonic power into the heart.
And that choice was nothing short of catastrophic.
In avoiding the lesser evil, he had instead summoned the greater one. Or perhaps, from his perspective, both were equally damned.
The ritual began, and through the Demon heart as a conduit, something turned its gaze toward the Conference Room where they existed.
Goooooooo.
The desire to slay the Divine Being. The greed to reign from the pinnacle. An absolute, insatiable hunger for more—these summoned that existence.
【How amusing.】
The first to react to the Demon’s arrival was not the seven staring blankly skyward, but Midas, bound by contract to Han Min-guk.
〚Divine Seat: The foolish Golden One trembles with shock, glaring at the reflected image and speaks with fury!〛
【Y-you! How dare you attempt descent with merely a single high-ranking Demon heart!】
The seven covered their ears in agony at the Divine Being’s roar, but this was beneath notice. Midas began to rev himself for another cry.
Yet he could not.
【Pathetic wretch. Do not interrupt my words. You greed-maddened fool. Taking your flesh and spirit would be pleasant enough, but something far more interesting awaits. So I release you. Now, begone. Little one.】
As the crimson-smoke entity waved its hand, Midas’s voice vanished instantly, and his presence dissipated in a heartbeat.
〚Divine Seat: The foolish Golden One severs all connections in a fury, hurling curses at the insignificant creature who dared make such an absurd choice.〛
Midas had chosen swiftly—a clean severance, one might say.
No, that wasn’t quite right. He had already granted the right to use a Divine Artifact once, and in exchange, secured a contract to reclaim it upon use. The transaction was complete; all objectives achieved.
〚Divine Seat: The foolish Golden One hurls one final word at the insignificant creature.〛
【You fled the rat only to leap into the tiger’s jaws. Foolish worm. The Divine Artifact shall return to me the moment it is used, so let us entangle ourselves no further!】
Terror bordering on panic resonated in that voice. Han Min-guk felt bewildered, yet equally thrilled and anticipatory.
If this entity could strike fear even into the Divine Beings of ancient myth, what rank of god could it be?
What immense power might this demon grant me?
The power to topple gods and covet the world itself!
【Ah, such delightful greed after so long. I caught the scent of that half-baked god… but I’ll take you instead. Your greed rivals even Midas’s own. Now I understand why you two walk together.】
Playful yet solemn, frivolous yet noble. Light yet heavy, lowly yet exalted.
【Pleased to meet you. I am one of the Seven Sins—Mammon, the Seat of Greed. One of the seven evil gods of the Demon Realm.】
The King of Greed gazed upon Han Min-guk and the six manifestations of his avarice.
【What do you desire? What do you covet? Whatever it may be, it shall be realized beneath my dominion.】
The worst of demons had revealed itself upon Earth.

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