I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 218

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Chapter 218. Fragments of Revelation
〚Warning! Warning! Warning!〛
〚A great Concept reveals itself!〛
Along with a message that no longer frightened me, an overwhelming presence manifested before my eyes.
Simultaneously, the owner of that gaze I had sensed before entering the Bottomless Pit finally revealed themselves in truth.
〚Concept Divine Seat: The Incomprehensible Demon regards the Irregular Shin Ju-ha.〛
“Greetings.”
I met his gaze with confidence. The old me—the one who trembled and cowered before the Concept Divine Seat’s overwhelming presence and power—no longer existed.
If anything, Solomon’s aura was overwhelmingly more violent, and though I hadn’t yet completed my molt and remained whole but incomplete, my accumulated experiences had bridged that gap as much as possible.
【An Irregular who surpasses me.】
The moment I sensed the emotion contained in Solomon’s first thought, I couldn’t help but laugh.
It was exhilaration. Joy. Admiration.
“Have you still been seeking death all this time?”
Solomon was the being who had shed everything and descended to the 1st Dimension seeking death. That was how Solomon came to be born.
Yet he had failed to find his answer and was forced to return to the 2nd Dimension.
“Could the legacy have been a trap to find an Irregular?”
The thought came naturally, and my intuition proved correct.
【Yes. An arrangement to forge the mightiest blade—one that surpasses me, one capable of killing me. That is Solomon’s legacy.】
“Is self-termination impossible for you?”
【If it were possible, I would have done so long ago.】
“Then ask Sun Wukong—the one you say is stronger than you.”
【Impossible. No matter what that great stone monkey from beyond does, I cannot die. I can only be killed by Demon. That is both the price and curse of the Incomprehensible talent bestowed upon me.】
I found myself at a loss for words at Solomon’s explanation.
“But wasn’t the power you created Demon itself?”
【Correct.】
“This is essentially asking a creation to slay its Creator.”
【It’s not essentially—it’s literally that. Which is why I cannot die. With every breath I take, I grow stronger. That is both the blessing and curse of the Incomprehensible talent. To kill me, there needed to be an existence that inherited my Demon while demonstrating overwhelmingly superior growth.】
“But why do you wish to die? With such power, such presence, such talent—wouldn’t it be better to live eternally? None of the other Concept Divine Seats speak of wanting to die.”
【What they think is none of my concern. And does death require a reason?】
The way he deflected the question made it clear he had no intention of revealing why he sought death.
“So you want me to kill you? Is that even possible?”
【You are still insufficient. But I am certain.】
“Why?”
【You have inherited everything from the Creator and consumed the power of Revelation without any side effects, have you not?】
I felt a chill run through my entire body at those words.
“So you did set the power of Revelation as the reward.”
【The final verification. Had you been merely half-baked, you would have perished at the hands of the Demonic Beasts and the Three Kings from the start. Even if you survived, had you coexisted with them, you would never have obtained the power of Revelation—proving you were merely that much. Had you annihilated the Demonic Beasts without obtaining the power of Revelation, you could never have defeated me in the first place.】
“Never defeated you?”
【That’s right. It had to be so. I too am a being who possesses a fragment of Revelation.】
At those words, I let out an exasperated sigh. Wait—I didn’t know this crucial information? And it was about Solomon, no less?!
【Demonic energy and the concept of magic itself ultimately stem from and are created by the power of apocalypse.】
“Judgment of the End!”
【Yes, it is a fragment I possess. A fragment you will claim upon my death. The reason demonic energy is so savage and cruel is because it was modeled after the power of apocalypse.】
Now that I think about it, according to Earth’s legends, Solomon is indeed the being who dominates the seventy-two Demon Kings, yet he was also called the King of Wisdom.
“Wait, it’s not the prophecy of causality?”
【No. It is merely an ancillary ability that came with obtaining the greatest fragment—Judgment of the End. Great knowledge. Minor foresight regarding the future, and such. Furthermore, even comprehension of the other fragments. The Demonic Beast I granted you was also discovered during Solomon’s era through that power.】
“What about the other fragment?”
【…】
Solomon’s gaze shifted. His eyes held absolute certainty, and their focus pierced past me—not at me, but at what lay behind me.
“Huh?”
My confusion was brief. As if it had been waiting, the Creator’s Will manifested once more after a long absence.
【Long time no see. Great, merciful, foolish, and utterly stupid Creator.】
I wondered if this was mockery through contradictory titles, but Solomon was clearly sincere.
The Creator’s Will, taking the form of the Golden Goblin, did not refute him either. As if there was something I did not know.
And it was Solomon who spoke of it.
【I find your choice of infinite regression to be utterly contemptible.】
From his very first words, I was astounded.
“You know about that?”
【Haha. Yes, normally one would not know. Even the Concept Divine Seats fail to perceive the Creator’s infinite regression, yet some of us, myself included, are aware of it.】
“Is it because you possess apocalypse?”
【Precisely. Also, those like that stone monkey who came from outside to begin with, or primordial beings never created by the Creator—they are exceptions as well.】
I turned my head to regard the Creator’s Will. The Will did not meet my gaze and answered only with silence.
…
【With such boundless power, you could have resolved it yourself. Yet because you are so merciful and weak, you made the most foolish choice imaginable. That is how I remember you.】
…
【Do not respond as if you understand. Because of you, all creation has been trapped within the infinite expanse of time in this vast universe you created.】
…
【Was there meaning in any of it?】
For the first time, the Creator’s Will—which had maintained silent acquiescence without any expression—showed a reaction.
The Will’s gaze turned toward me, then back to Solomon.
The gaze posed a question. That we share the same thought.
That this child is the key to ending everything.
【…Surely you don’t mean to say it’s all for the sake of a mere insignificant creature!】
…
The Creator’s Will withdrew into my mindscape, as if further conversation held no meaning.
Left alone, Solomon began to ponder, then sent energy toward me, forcibly examining my body.
Then.
【Huh? What is this?】
“What is it?”
【No, no. Never mind. Let me discuss something else first.】
“That’s it! The final piece!”
A fragment of prophecy. It was supposed to reveal its location.
【The final piece is already in your possession. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say you’re walking alongside it.】
At those words, I tilted my head in confusion. In my possession? A fragment of prophecy?
【If we reframe the Prophecy of Causality in different terms, it is omniscience.】
I fell silent for a moment, then gazed upon one of my windows. Omniscience—the power within me most closely tied to all-knowing sight.
“The Akashic Record.”
【Precisely. That vast entity which records, foresees, and collects all things in this universe—the System itself. It is the final fragment: the Prophecy of Causality.】
〚…〛
The Creator’s Will offered no further expression and withdrew once more into my mindscape. The meaning behind that gesture was simple enough.
Akasha—the Akashic Record—was truly the Prophecy of Causality, the final piece of the Apocalypse.
“I suspected it was no ordinary thing, but…”
Solomon continued with his words, indifferent to my astonishment.
【An Irregular who surpasses even me. Shin Ju-ha. Return to the Bottomless Pit. There, you will find Divine Seats of negligible worth who nonetheless desire your death.】
“What do you mean?”
【My trials end here. The third key on the 444th Floor, the fourth key on the 666th Floor, the fifth key on the 1,000th Floor—you will obtain them all without great tribulation. Once you effortlessly accept the power of the Apocalypse, which was my original threshold, the tests lose all meaning.】
“You obtained the power of the Apocalypse and received a curse in return. I experience no side effects whatsoever?”
【Indeed. That simple yet brilliant Creator chose a mere speck like you, and now I understand why.】
“Why?”
【You are a vessel. A vessel so immense it can contain anything. That makes you an even more absurd Irregular than I. A creation holding everything of its Creator without shattering—and holding the power of the Apocalypse without a single side effect. The Creator’s hand was not at work. That was simply your own ability.】
Are you saying my acquisition of the Golden Tower was not my own choice?
No, something far more important than that.
“I possessed a talent all along.”
【You do. A talent vaster than any other existence. A late bloomer. Those absurd cycles of regression expanded that incomprehensible vessel to impossible proportions. This was merely the trial to become the master of that great and mysterious vessel.】
So through regression, I was able to become the Successor?
【Foolish and weak, yet the most brilliant Creator chose regression without apparent reason. How strange. Was this your aim all along?】
Solomon’s gaze began to recede swiftly as he finished his murmuring words.
【This is where we part. Great Successor who embraces both Creation and Apocalypse. I earnestly hope my death awaits you in your journey.】
I glanced at Akasha, still rendered a vacant shell, then bowed my head in farewell to Solomon.
Before long, the fractured ceiling restored itself, and as silence reclaimed all things, I finally exhaled and collapsed to the ground.
〚The temporarily released seal is beginning to be restored!〛
As the Hidden Stage concluded, the System began constraining my power as if it had been waiting, and as my omnipotent strength gradually faded, I felt something close to emptiness.
“Remarkable. I was already in possession of two fragments.”
Strictly speaking, Akasha—the Akashic Record—is not something I possess. It exists in a form more akin to a companion. Yet the fact that its power is mine remains unchanged.
What belongs to the Creator belongs to me.
‘Foolish and dull Creator.’
I grasp the general meaning. I cannot discern the reason for regression that remains unrevealed, but I can make an educated guess.
Though such words ill suit the Creator, he seems to have chosen regression out of weakness and goodness.
Could it be something like this?
Like that problem on Earth—the trolley problem. One track leads to five deaths, the other to ten.
No matter which direction I moved, casualties were unavoidable. Yet I had no choice but to proceed.
The Creator wished to avoid any loss of life in such a situation, and so He made the train run infinitely along its tracks.
Without a single casualty. He looped only the moments leading up to the collision, repeating endlessly!
“That makes sense.”
I cleared the tangled thoughts from my mind and rose from my seat, drawing my blade.
“First things first—what’s right in front of me.”
The rest could wait. For now, I needed to handle what lay before me. I exited the Hidden Stage without hesitation.

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