I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 183

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Chapter 183. A Month’s Time (2)
The Demon Realm. One axis of the Demon World governed by seven demon gods and evil deities known as the incarnations of the Seven Sins.
In truth, the Demon Realm’s situation was little different from the Dark Magic Realm, where the demon god Solomon—its creator and ruler—had chosen death and vanished of his own accord.
Currently, two of the Seven Sins’ incarnations remained.
Lucifer, the Divine Seat of Pride—the mightiest and most glorious—had met his end in death after waging war against dozens of Divine Realms, while Belphegor, the Divine Seat of Sloth—the least conspicuous yet possessing the greatest latent potential—had been consumed by his own sloth and chosen eternal rest.
Though I had expected the disappearance of two of the seven to send shockwaves, the Demon Realm had paradoxically grown stronger. Where the Dark Magic Realm had fractured and competed internally, each coveting the singular position of demon god, the demons of the Demon Realm instead consolidated their forces and unified their bonds.
This was possible for two reasons alone.
First, the Divine Seats of the Seven Sins—those seven and only seven thrones—could not be claimed through effort or strength alone; one had to be chosen by the seven sins themselves to occupy such a seat.
Second, the two rulers who had demonstrated immense achievements and dominion in life still wielded tremendous influence even in their absence.
Lucifer of Pride in particular bore an enormous reputation even within the Demon Realm as the first Archangel and the first Fallen Angel.
A renown that remained absolutely immutable even beyond death.
Thus, the dozens of Divine Realms that had allied to suppress him may have achieved procedural victory through Lucifer’s death, but they could not escape catastrophic devastation as a result.
His loyal subordinates would never leave the place that had slain their king untouched. The alliance of Fallen Angels, demons, and even some angels—their combined forces saw more than half of the Divine Realms annihilated.
Therefore, the Demon Realm consolidated its power further, and knowing that should the other Divine Seat of Sloth awaken from eternal sleep and bloom with its latent potential, it would grow even mightier, they remained unshaken.
The Demon Realm flowed onward thus. The change in that absolute power, which none dared touch, was but a fleeting moment in their perception.
A single message appeared before the eyes of every demon in the Demon Realm. It was enough to throw the Demon Realm into chaos.
How could it be otherwise? The mightiest demon. The first Fallen Angel. The King of Demons. The most prideful one. The protagonist of an immutable myth bearing countless titles.
Lucifer’s Successor had been chosen.
〚The succession of the Divine Seat of Pride of the Seven Sins has begun!〛
〚Offer your worship!〛
〚A new king is being born!〛
The Seven Sins had chosen their new ruler. For the demons, this was their first succession ceremony, and the ripples spread all the wider.
To fully inherit that title meant one thing and one thing alone: to become the ruler of the Demon Realm.
Moreover, to inherit the greatest and broadest forces and dominion within the Demon Realm itself.
That vast and unshakeable power maintained absolutely immutable beneath Lucifer’s renown.
Information about the new king appeared before every demon’s eyes. All were aghast. The new successor was utterly insignificant compared to Lucifer—a contemptible existence.
A worm unworthy of inheriting the grand and glorious title of Pride itself. Nothing more, nothing less.
A mote from Earth, some remote dimension none had even heard of. That absurd creature had been chosen by Pride.
I was aware that the relics of the previous Divine Seat of Pride—Lucifer—were scattered across all dimensions. Yet Pride could not be chosen merely by collecting relics.
Of course, the probability would increase somewhat. But ultimately, Pride had chosen this mote.
【Should I call this surprising? Or ridiculous? Or should I rejoice that a new ruler is being born to fill the vacant seat?】
Five Divine Seat holders had gathered. It was an event of such magnitude. There was every chance that mote could soon stand beside them, so it was only natural.
Satan, the Divine Seat of Wrath—now leading the Divine Seat holders in place of Lucifer, who had once been the head of the seven—was the first to speak, gazing at the System.
【Well, there’s nothing we can do about it anyway. What’s the point in worrying? Besides~~he does look rather appetizing.】
Lick.
Asmodeus, the Divine Seat of Lust in the form of a woman licking her tongue obscenely, paid no mind and simply appraised his appearance, indulging in her lust as always.
Beelzebub, the Divine Seat of Gluttony, frowned at her and clicked his tongue, glaring at the System.
【Of course we must stop this! That mote as Lucifer’s successor and heir! I cannot approve! At times like this, I wish to ask what the sins themselves are thinking. To entrust the position of the sins’ master to a human mote, not even of demon kind, from some remote backwater!】
Of course, the succession was not yet complete. But the succession was already as good as assured.
If he had obtained even a portion of the sins’ power—or rather, the previous Pride’s power—the succession was already as good as finished. After that, it would merely be a matter of overcoming the final trial and condition imposed by the sins themselves.
【Do you truly believe the Seven Sins would so much as blink if we intervened? Rather, if we obstructed them, they might artificially expedite the succession and grant even greater power.】
Mammon, the Seat of Greed, spoke with gleaming eyes—ostensibly in agreement yet harboring subtle opposition—and the other Seat holders clicked their tongues in assent.
All other gods and demons envied and feared the seven demons who held the Divine Seats. Yet those very Seat holders harbored terror of a different entity: the power known as the Seven Sins.
It was their power, yet not their power—a strange and distant force. The Seven Sins were an absolute power born from a single concept.
【Cursed serpent spawn. What in the abyss is it thinking?】
At the low murmur of Leviathan, the Seat of Envy—the final Divine Seat—all sighed. This was a truth known only to the masters of the Seven Sins.
The Seven Sins was the power all feared, envied, and coveted, yet even this power ultimately derived from one absolute and magnificent entity: the Concept Divine Seat—an incomprehensible existence.
【We are hardly in a position to speak, given that we wield his power.】
At Satan’s words, the other Seat holders reluctantly nodded in agreement.
The Concept Divine Seat: The Primordial Serpent.
Contrary to its name, it was the very source of sin itself. It was that serpent which, out of mere boredom, had secretly infiltrated the Heavenly Realm during its nascent creation to amuse itself, spawning countless demons beginning with the Fallen Angel.
For this reason, it was the root of all evil that every angel regarded as their supreme enemy. From the demons’ perspective, it was their creator god.
Of course, most gods remained ignorant of the Concept Divine Seat’s very existence, making this truth known only to the masters of the Seven Sins. In the Heavenly Realm’s histories, it was recorded merely as the mysterious serpent.
Dwelling in the deepest abyss, completely beyond all laws—incomprehensible entities. We know not their number, their power, their thoughts, nor how they live. Yet one thing is certain.
A single one of them could obliterate the Abyss itself without effort. To govern a single concept is to possess such meaning.
Ultimately, the conversation’s conclusion was singular: nothing would change regardless of what they did.
【Still, we must conduct a test. The Seven Sins would understand that much. We might even use our involvement as a trial to conclude the succession. If it is already decided, verifying it before taking our seat beside it is hardly unwise.】
At Satan’s words, the other Seat holders nodded as though the notion was sound.
【At that level, the Seven Sins would hardly intervene separately.】
【It is something we cannot oppose regardless.】
【A light verification should suffice.】
【It would be good to discern what our great serpent is thinking as well.】
The situation resolved swiftly. The moment the decision was made, Satan surveyed all the Seat holders before designating a single demon.
【Mammon, conduct the test.】
At those words, Satan raised his hand to placate the other bristling Seat holders while explaining.
【I selected the one most capable of maintaining neutrality. If that mad incarnation of lust, who cares for neither this nor that, were chosen, lust might blind him into committing absurd atrocities. Conversely, selecting gluttonous wrath, which opposes vehemently, risks offending the Seven Sins’ sensibilities through needless bristling, compounding the problem.】
Ultimately, Satan chose Mammon—more rational than the nearly neutral Leviathan and better understanding his words.
Mammon, deeming it acceptable, nodded and accepted the task.
【I shall involve myself. Well, it is merely testing some insignificant creature in a remote realm. A light hand should suffice.】
Yet it was Satan himself who shattered Mammon’s complacent thoughts.
【You are mistaken. You understand the serpent poorly.】
They are entities that never emerge from the deepest abyss, never reveal themselves, yet scatter absolute influence everywhere.
【Surely you do not believe the great serpent selected the Seven Sins’ successor through mere lottery?】
At those words, the Seat holders froze. They had never witnessed the Concept Divine Seat called the serpent, nor heard its will.
Only the first Fallen Angel and the greatest demon—the previous Seat of Pride, Lucifer—had witnessed that Concept Divine Seat. Even Satan, the current rulers’ supreme leader, had merely exchanged brief words through the System.
【Surely something lies hidden. Otherwise, that serpent who relishes amusement would never have chosen that insignificant creature. Do not think lightly—move with caution. Consider that the insignificant may not be insignificant. Remember that we were not always this powerful from the beginning.】
At Satan’s words, Mammon nodded, then suddenly sensed something and flinched, breaking into a bitter smile.
【Coincidentally, there are creatures in that remote, trivial world who have piqued my interest. Fortuitous. I shall use them for this test.】
【Handle the method yourself. A clever one like you will manage well enough. This meeting concludes here.】
As Mammon vanished hastily for the test, the other three departed as well, leaving only Satan behind.
As if waiting for this moment, an unprecedented presence began to emanate from the ground. Satan’s entire body erupted in goosebumps, his muscles seized with tension, and he was overwhelmed by terror and incomprehension.
He understood what this meant.
〚Concept Divine Seat: The Primordial Serpent observes Satan, the Seat of Wrath, with amusement.〛
Even Satan, who could be called the highest among the Divine Beings, was not permitted to so much as resist against such overwhelming rank and power.
【G-Great Serpent…】
He barely managed to open his mouth and express reverence and respect, but this Concept Divine Seat paid no heed to such formalities.
By nature, the Concept Divine Seats never reveal their presence. Unless something extraordinary occurs.
Which is why most of the highest Divine Beings fail to even perceive their existence?
〚Concept Divine Seat: The Primordial Serpent surveys you with satisfaction and vanishes.〛
A chilling tongue licked across Satan’s entire body. Though he was the King of Demons, called the most terrifying horror across all races, Satan could confidently say he had never felt such fear as this.
It was an overwhelming, unprecedented terror—the absolute certainty that this tongue could devour him in an instant if it so desired.
But judging by the result alone, it was a pass. A simple test, permission to proceed—or rather, a signal that this would be more entertaining.
【How did that insignificant creature earn the favor of such a being?】
What could possibly cause a wretched creature born in some remote, worthless world to gain the favor of a Concept Divine Seat?
Curiosity stirred within him, but he suppressed it. Any deeper curiosity could lead to his own destruction.
【I grow weary. I miss the King.】
Having said things both speakable and unspeakable even to the Serpent of the Concept Divine Seat, he found himself yearning for Lucifer—the King who had completely absorbed the power of the Seven Sins and led all with absolute authority and might.

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