I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 196

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Chapter 196. Gathering Enemies
As Shin Ju-ha displayed his overwhelming dominance over the Calamity, the world came to understand what divinity truly meant. Everything flowed smoothly—yet there were those who despised it all.
Citizens opposed to unification? Power brokers fearing diminished influence? Leaders of rival nations threatened by a superpower’s hegemony?
Such insignificant creatures warranted no attention; they had never entered Shin Ju-ha’s consideration.
“Damn it all.”
The one seething with rage at this situation was none other than Ignium, a hatchling of the Lord bloodline who had desperately wanted Shin Ju-ha dead.
A pathetic dragon who arrived in the Former North Korean Territory seeking revenge against Shin Ju-ha, only to encounter Mammon and be utterly crushed.
Fortunately, he hadn’t been captured by the mad demon god and taxidermied into a state of neither life nor death.
The sole reason he escaped the greed-maddened Mammon was simple: the System had not permitted such an act.
Earth now possessed a protective barrier against hostile forces. Ignium had long since carved dimensional channels into Earth and commanded numerous Apostles, allowing him to traverse dimensions without issue. Mammon, however, was different.
He was an existence that was risk incarnate, a source of instability. Moreover, no matter how recklessly Ignium acted, he could never kill Shin Ju-ha—but Mammon could.
Then how had he descended at all?
The Concept Divine Seat: the Primordial Serpent had intervened, and the System had deferred. With a clear purpose stated—not to kill, but to test—Mammon had imposed restrictions upon himself, and the System had partially permitted his descent.
Naturally, using power beyond the scope of testing violated those constraints. Especially problematic was departing with a “collection.” Far more so if that collection was the next Red Dragon Lord of the Lord bloodline.
Dragons were extraordinarily sensitive to their species’ welfare, particularly the life and death of hatchlings. None could predict what they might do. Yet a full-scale war with the Demon Realm was impossible. Instead, they would likely hold Earth—where this incident occurred—responsible and attack in retaliation.
Thus Ignium survived. It was miraculous. Yet the subject himself saw it differently.
“Such an insult to the next Lord!!”
Report this to the clan elders? Nothing would change. When attacked by the fallen Fallen Angel who had previously collapsed and declined, those weak-willed old fools had refused full-scale war with the Dark Magic Realm, ordering restraint instead.
Now they would wage full-scale war against the Demon Realm—far more vicious, persistent, and powerful?
Worse still, Shin Ju-ha, whom he had targeted, had now become one of the Demon Realm’s demon gods?
This had become a situation where full-scale war was inevitable. The Dragon Realm, the dragon gods—all knew what the demons of the Demon Realm truly were.
After the Divine Realms united to kill Lucifer, their leader, what had transpired? Hadn’t they unleashed total assault until every allied Divine Realm fell and was erased from history?
There was no way. No method to kill Mammon, who had insulted him, nor Shin Ju-ha, who had defeated him, humiliated him, and looked down upon him while receiving patronage from that Fallen Angel.
A mere hatchling at the threshold of transcendence could not face opponents of such magnitude.
“Damn it.”
Helplessness consumed him. Yet surrender was impossible. Red Dragons were characterized by fiery temperaments—or, less charitably, volatile dispositions.
Overwhelming force had temporarily suppressed his rage, but he could not remain passive.
“I will have my revenge. No matter what.”
The enemy of my enemy is my ally. If he could not face this alone, then alliance would suffice.
Ignium’s gaze shifted. He had never entertained the notion of joining hands with Earth’s insignificant creatures. They were mere playthings, servants to be commanded.
Worms who would perish pathetically at a transcendent’s gesture, let alone a god’s.
“There must exist beings harboring resentment.”
He sensed it—the gazes pouring down upon Shin Ju-ha as Mammon departed, leaving him alone. They were uniformly the gazes of supreme Divine Seats.
Beings so exalted that even the dragon gods of the Dragon Realm hesitated to meet their eyes. Most of those gazes carried curiosity or goodwill, yet many bore outright hostility.
He would need to borrow their strength. For the great and supreme dragon race to rely on others’ power was humiliating and distasteful, yet—
‘This is unavoidable. It is unavoidable to kill the worm who dared insult a dragon.’
Deicide. If he could achieve that Achievement alone, all would be forgiven. Perhaps the clan elders would recognize his Achievement and immediately grant him succession to the Lord’s position.
The current Red Dragon Lord was on death’s threshold, his breath shallow and labored. Though a dragon god had already designated Ignium as successor, he endured in his position because Ignium was still young.
Should Ignium establish this Achievement, the previous Lord could finally return to mana in peace!
“Yes, this is an opportunity!”
So foolish, so weak, so utterly stupid—yet brimming with pride—Hatchling made the worst possible decision.
Had the elders of the Dragon Realm heard of this, it would not have been strange for them to beat Hatchling to death in their fury and imprison what remained.
The opponent was the Seat of Pride itself. For demons—nay, for the entire Demon Realm—the Seat of Pride was a reverse scale, a trigger for madness itself.
The previous Seat of Pride had been slain by the Divine Realms’ coalition.
Yet after an eternity had passed and a new Seat of Pride was finally born, it would be murdered again by the coalition of hostile forces?
Even the Divine Realms connected to this, no matter how exalted, would suffer catastrophic losses.
And the orchestrator—the Dragon? The Dragon Realm was already weak in power. The entire dragon race could be erased from existence.
Of course, this foolish Hatchling, who never studied anything, could not have known this fact. Instead, he simply vanished to the Abyss Portal on Earth, taking his retinue with him.
To forge an alliance with his enemies’ enemies.
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Meanwhile, there were others consumed by rage at this news. Ah, but not the handful of gods belonging to the Divine Realms of Olympus. They were angry and irritated, but they were not foolish.
They clearly understood what manner of being they faced, and they recognized instantly that he was the closest thing to a Concept Divine Seat among them.
Though they might speak of hostility, they could not act upon it. Shin Ju-ha’s current power was roughly equal to Zeus, the Supreme God, or perhaps slightly beneath—making any reckless move impossible.
Then who were these enraged beings? Naturally, those whose rights had been stripped away by mere notification, those who had been robbed of everything they had painstakingly earned through grueling labor.
“Damn it!!!!”
In the Lower Realm of the Abyss, somewhere in a single-digit stage, a curse born of pure fury erupted.
From a throne of pure gold, a man spewing rage with every breath glared at the message hovering before his eyes—Nordamia, the Emperor of the Dimension Nova, could not accept this situation.
〚Authority: Pride (★★★) has chosen its new master!〛
〚Forced Hidden Quest: Reclamation of the Golden Seat has been forcibly terminated!〛
〚The master of the Seven Sins’ Seat of Pride has been determined!〛
〚Worship!〛
〚Submit!〛
〚Tremble in fear!〛
〚May the arrogant evil show you mercy.〛
With a single intervention from the System, all the Wings of Pride he had painstakingly accumulated were stripped from him. Moreover, the hidden pieces related to Lucifer that he had collected to obtain Pride vanished instantly.
Nordamia raged. He was irritated at the thought of wasted effort and time, and he exploded at the fact that someone had forcibly stolen the power that should have been his.
He wanted to protest this absurd outrage, but he could not.
Of course not. Would complaining to the System change anything? The System was no counselor accepting grievances.
But when the next Quest appeared, his eyes gleamed. Reclamation of the Golden Seat. Kill the one who possesses everything and seize it all.
Such delicious prey it was. And the System even provided information about the vermin who had stolen everything?
Moreover, upon investigation, this insignificant creature was from some remote, worthless planet languishing in the Lower Realm?
It was too perfect an opportunity. He immediately attempted to lead his armies through the Abyss to invade Earth. But his attempt was blocked from the start. As if this had been anticipated from the beginning, Earth was granted the System’s protection.
The System’s protection, which even gods could not overcome. A mere Emperor of a dimension with some renown in the Middle Realm could never break it.
He could only wait. And at the end of that waiting came another deception, another insult.
How could he not rage? By now, his opponent had surely inherited all of Lucifer’s power.
The question was no longer whether he could win, but rather that he now prayed not to meet him at all.
His opponent was a god. In the Middle Realm, one understood all too well what a god truly was. And for Pride itself to choose him as master? The personality was likely to be utterly unhinged.
The moment his past opposition was discovered, he would be slain.
“Damn it. I…how much effort did I pour into obtaining that power.”
For centuries upon centuries, he had labored to obtain the power of Pride. Conquering and plundering dimensions weaker than his own Nova was merely the foundation; he had overturned the Abyss itself and made countless enemies in the process.
But back then, there was no problem. If I could just obtain the power of Pride, I could ascend to the Abyss Realm itself, not this Lower Realm or Middle Realm.
However, that dream had ended now. Of course, the power he possessed remained unchanged. But I had to acknowledge that the opportunity had vanished.
The fast-pass ticket to becoming a Divine Seat had disappeared.
I couldn’t understand why the fallen deities, who followed Pride so devotedly, had scattered Pride’s legacy throughout the Abyss, but it was undeniable that this was the only opportunity.
Of course, the fallen deities understood what the Seven Sins were and that the owner of Pride’s power would be determined by The Primordial Serpent’s choice, so they acted accordingly—but The Emperor was far too insignificant to comprehend even that much.
And this wasn’t just The Emperor’s predicament. Anguished screams erupted from various corners of the Lower Realm.
Six in total. They instinctively realized they faced the same situation. From strength that transcended the Lower Realm’s standards to rage that erupted simultaneously.
And their fury created convergence.
“We have no choice but to combine our strength.”
“That power was always ours from the beginning.”
“A latecomer has stolen it from us!”
“There’s still a chance. The inheritance of power is only just beginning. This window is our only moment. We strike before he becomes a complete Divine Being!”
“It’s insufficient. Even now that the inheritance has just begun, our power alone cannot defeat a newly ascended Divine Being. We need allies of our own.”
Then, they felt a gaze descending upon them. A gaze of majesty, overwhelming might, and absolute dominion.
〚Divine Seat: The lightning that commands the heavens gazes down upon insignificant creatures.〛
〚Divine Seat: The Demon King of the 31st Seat regards you.〛
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The messages continued endlessly. All of them were Divine Seats coveting Shin Ju-ha’s growth or what he possessed.
And what they desired was singular: Shin Ju-ha’s downfall and the return of everything he had obtained.
Most notably, a select few Olympus deities including Zeus sought Uranus’s power, while a select few Demon Kings who defied even Baal’s command sought to become Solomon’s Successor and claim Solomon’s legacy.
They united their strength and chose insignificant creatures as their proxies—those who coveted Lucifer’s legacy, another inheritance.

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