I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 189

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Chapter 189. Greed and Red
While the truth of the world—something even a Concept Divine Seat from the Tower of Ascension could not fathom—was being revealed to a single person, violent reactions were erupting across the globe beyond the Tower of Ascension.
It was inevitable. A Divine Seat had suddenly manifested on Earth. In a peripheral dimension—in a mere twenty years, whether long or short—Earth, which had barely managed to struggle through the middle stages of eighty, had given birth to a Divine Seat of the kind only seen in the Abyss Realm. It was an enormous issue.
Moreover, with the emergence of the Divine Seat, Earth’s System had been upgraded, making the changes all the more palpable.
And this fact had reached the ears of certain beings on the opposite side of the globe.
“Shin Ju-ha. Was this existence the target?”
In the study of a grand, beautiful, and substantial mansion, a man posed the question to those prostrated before him as he examined the Ranking System, and all of them nodded in affirmation.
“Yes, sir. That is the very existence we assigned a mission to so that the family’s children could gain more practical experience. That madman who dared to defy a great being and inflicted a wound upon him!”
The subordinate’s words, which had grown heated with emotion, were cut off with a single gesture of the man’s hand—no, Bell Carter de Rothschild, ranked third on the Ranking System.
He was the patriarch of the Rothschild Family and a dragon-human who had formed a soul contract with Red Dragon Ignium, the blood of the Dragon Lord, serving as the leader of Dragonic.
Though unknown to the public, he was also a man who had experienced the absurd misfortune of having his identity exposed to the world in an instant due to the System update.
Bell stroked his chin, his golden eyes—reminiscent of a dragon’s gaze—gleaming as he looked down upon the members of his family, no different from his subordinates.
“The target has appeared as a Divine Being. It would be safe to assume that all those who departed for the mission are dead.”
At those words, all fell silent. Considering that each of them wielded considerable influence in society, they should have vented their rage at the death of their children. Yet they could not utter a single word of protest against Bell’s statement, only bowing their heads to suppress their sorrow and anger.
There was no point in stepping forward to seek revenge for their children; there was no reason to avenge the petty deaths of inferior creatures who had failed their mission. Moreover, the opponent was a Divine Seat.
A being of even greater stature and majesty than Ignium, whom they revered as a god.
Even if the Red Dragon they served were to manifest directly and engage in combat, victory was far from assured—the odds of winning were less than one percent. How could revenge possibly be justified?
Of course, even though Shin Ju-ha possessed the rank of a Divine Being, his martial prowess remained feeble in comparison. Ignorant of this, they exercised even greater caution.
“Tsk, pathetic creatures.”
In other words, Bell Carter de Rothschild, who was venting his frustration here, was equally helpless.
Yet the reason he was so angry and irritated was simple: he was ranked third—neither first nor second.
Though he had remained in the shadows, he had always proclaimed himself the strongest being in the world, boasting that even America’s Master was beneath him.
But when the truth came to light, he was below them—and not by a small margin, but by an entire tier. The magnitude of his humiliation and rage was immense.
After seething for a while, Bell forcibly suppressed his emotions and exhaled a deep breath. He was a patriarch. The patriarch of a family that wielded tremendous influence across the globe, beyond England itself, and controlled vast wealth both before and after the world’s transformation, earning the title of master of the economy.
He could not afford to fail to adapt to change and be swept away pathetically, as the previous generation had been.
“We must take countermeasures. If anyone has an idea, speak up. Let’s discuss this sitting down.”
At the patriarch’s command, those who had been frozen in place like criminals finally took their seats at the table and opened their mouths.
“First, the Divine Being….”
“Just call him the Entity. Divine Being, my ass. The bastard was human like us.”
“Yes. In any case, I believe there are few ways for that Entity to discover our connection to those we attempted to kill.”
Several nodded at those words, but quickly stopped upon seeing Bell’s grotesquely twisted face.
“Idiot. Is that what you call reasoning?”
“Pardon? But no matter how we are connected by blood, we issued the orders. There is no way for him to know about our Dragonic…!”
A hand extended toward that subordinate. It was not a human hand. It was an arm covered in dragon scales, having achieved complete draconic transformation.
“To think such a fool existed. Open your status window and check what my epithet says next to Rank 3.”
The subordinate’s face went pale as he gasped for breath but obeyed, checking his status window.
-RANK 3: Red Dragonic One (ONE)-Bell Carter de Rothschild(United Kingdom)【S+】
There, written in undeniable fact, was the truth: One. That Bell Carter de Rothschild was the supreme being among the Red Dragonic.
“I… I apologize!”
Only when the subordinate’s neck was on the verge of breaking did Bell release his grip.
“The opponent is a Divine Being. You pathetic fools. Don’t resort to such petty tricks against a Divine Being—come up with a proper strategy…!”
The moment those words left his mouth, every eye snapped toward the figure behind Bell. In an instant, they all leaped from their seats and prostrated themselves, pressing their foreheads to the ground.
“We greet the bloodline of the great Red Dragon Clan!”
Bell himself spun around hastily, bowing his head toward the red-haired man emerging from the portal.
Unlike his subordinates, he didn’t press his forehead to the ground in complete submission, but even this gesture was enough for Ignium to nod in acknowledgment.
It was the difference between a Guardian—a direct bloodline chosen and empowered by the Dragon itself—and a collateral Dragonic selected by that Guardian.
“Why did you summon me in such haste? If this is trivial, I’ll kill you all.”
At Ignium’s words, Bell hurriedly began explaining the situation, and when all the details had been laid out, he witnessed it.
“Damn it.”
The face of the great, arrogant, and noble Dragon bloodline had turned pale like that of a defeated man.
“He became a Divine Seat?”
“Yes? Yes! Look here, please.”
When Bell shared his status window, Ignium’s eyes trembled even more violently. The confusion was understandable. The knowledge possessed by a Dragon—even called a descendant of giants—was vastly different from that of these insignificant creatures on the periphery.
It was naturally Ignium who grasped more keenly what a Divine Seat truly was.
And precisely because of this, he also understood that he had no way to escape.
“How did he achieve it in such a short time?”
A mere insect becoming a Divine Seat? It was nearly impossible from the start. Unless fortune upon fortune had accumulated and granted him some extraordinary opportunity.
No, even if he had obtained such a thing, before he could do anything with it, there was over a 90% chance that stronger beings would steal the opportunity from him.
The thoughts racing through his mind converged into a single conclusion.
“That wretched Fallen Angel bitch must have inherited it to him!”
She possessed the rank, but had lost most of her power—a half-baked Divine Seat. Of course, even having lost most of her strength, she was a magnificent being capable of manifesting and utilizing her rank in reality, and despite being a corrupted life form steeped in demonic essence, she was a strange existence that protected that insignificant creature like some guardian deity.
If that Fallen Angel had inherited her rank to him, then becoming a Divine Seat was perhaps not so strange after all.
Fully absorbing that rank would have been sufficient with the privilege granted by the System after slaying the Imoogi!
As the situation became clear, fear and terror gradually vanished from Ignium’s face.
‘That makes sense.’
A bloodstained smile spread across Ignium’s lips as he regained his composure, as if he had just learned something remarkable, and his arrogant expression returned.
“That bastard is half-baked.”
“What do you mean, sir?”
“He has the rank but lacks the power—a half-baked Divine Seat.”
At those words, everyone’s eyes lit up. The difference was merely from 0% to 1%, but it was the difference between the impossible and the possible.
“Still, with such a high rank, he would be strong enough that mere insects wouldn’t even be worth fighting. Rank is the power of the soul, and soul and body are intrinsically linked.”
“Then you’ll face him directly?”
“Yes. After all, it was something done to me. If she inherited her rank to him, I cannot act directly—but this makes for perfect revenge. Interesting. This might turn out to be quite the entertaining game.”
Ignium laughed bloodily. His reasoning was mostly flawed, but one crucial point was correct.
Shin Ju-ha was not a complete Divine Seat, and his power was incomplete compared to his rank.
Had he built his rank gradually through proper cultivation, it might have been different. But a rank obtained through various opportunities and inheritance was indeed half-baked.
While there was some increase in power from the rank itself, he was realizing less than 10% of its true effects.
Of course, there was one thing Ignium had not considered.
Even accounting for all this, Shin Ju-ha’s combat prowess had already surpassed Ignium—who was no longer a High Dragon or a Lord, but merely a Hatchling.
“Where is his kingdom?”
“The Heavenly Kingdom. A madman became a Divine Being and grew arrogant, so he established his own nation. On the very territory that the Imoogi once ruled.”
Ignium tore through the empty air as if to say it was all the better.
“A land where I left my mark before—this will make things easier. Follow me. Today I shall show you why our dragons are the supreme race! I will demonstrate my greatness by casting down a Divine Being!”
“Yes!”
“Right, perhaps it’s time to begin planetary conquest in earnest. I’ve refrained from conquest while watching the elders’ faces, but if the spoils are a young Divine Being, that’s more than sufficient!”
If the Fallen Angel had inherited the rank and vanished, then the connection with the Dark Magic Realm would disappear as well. There was no longer any reason to concern myself with the Divine Realms war.
As we crossed the spatial boundary, a vast and desolate expanse revealed itself—the former territory of North Korea, now the domain of a nation calling itself the Heavenly Kingdom.
“As expected, traces of my power still linger here.”
I had granted my own strength to the Imoogi’s demonic realm to utilize him. When the Imoogi died, the demonic realm naturally vanished, but the potent resonance of draconic power still permeated the atmosphere.
Using this, I could bring down the Divine Being far more easily.
“Where is he?”
My draconic eyes opened to their absolute limit, beginning to sweep across the entire expanse. Then Ignium detected something.
But then he stumbled backward. His face had gone even paler than when he’d glimpsed the Divine Seat.
“How… how… how is this possible?”
His legs gave out beneath him and he collapsed. His pupils trembled violently, and the draconic power that had been radiating from his entire body had already retreated into hiding.
The moment the Dragonic clan members panicked, their opponent sensed the dragon’s gaze.
Whoosh!
He arrived before them in an instant. It was evil incarnate—wearing a human shell, but absolutely not human.
【Hmm. A Red Dragon, is it? The bloodline is… oh! Lord-class bloodline. This could make quite the fine collection piece, wouldn’t it? Coming here to take a test and finding unexpected spoils. I could simply peel off the shell and have it taxidermied, or I could display it alive using an eternal seal.】
The man who casually decided Ignium’s fate was Han Min-guk. Or rather, it was Mammon, the embodiment of greed, wearing Han Min-guk’s shell.
Han Min-guk had made a contract with a high-ranking demon’s heart. Needless to say, the contract would not be honored.
Mammon had no intention of killing Shin Ju-ha. He merely wanted to observe what kind of being the serpent had chosen as a candidate for pride, and to test only the bare minimum qualifications.
In the end, this man would die. A breach of contract, you say?
What of it? It’s the fault of the foolish vermin who believed a demon’s contract at face value.
【Yes, it seems you also have business with that one.】
How amusing. Mammon smiled thus, gazing at Shin Ju-ha as he emerged from the Tower of Ascension in the distance, licking his lips.

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