I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 221

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Chapter 221. Divine Seat: The Messenger Who Soars Through Heaven
This is a very ancient myth.
Not long after the great and supreme Zeus had just begun his reign as the Divine King of Olympus, during a time when he was causing many incidents and disturbances—a story that began with a child born from an affair between a Titan-lineage Merchant Fairy and the wind itself.
One of the few Titan bloodlines in Olympus. By all rights, he should have been rejected and marked for death simply for carrying the blood of an enemy—one of his sworn rivals—yet remarkably, Hermes monopolized the love and affection of countless Divine Beings from the moment of his birth.
His uniquely clear and radiant laughter and exceptional wisdom stole hearts, while his technique for gently guiding others’ emotions was extraordinary.
Thus, despite being of Titan bloodline—his sworn enemy—and despite possessing merely the blood of an insignificant Merchant Fairy, he ascended to become a Divine King-tier existence and claimed a seat among the Twelve Divine Seats.
Of course, his abilities were equally remarkable. And this myth is the story that best showcases those abilities, demonstrating why Hermes is called the Divine Being of thieves, lies, deception, and merchants.
Half a day. Exactly half a day after Hermes was born, he stole cattle belonging to none other than Apollo—one of the Twelve Divine Seats of Olympus, his half-brother, and a being of tremendous influence and power.
He pilfered a turtle’s shell that he discovered in the cave where he was born, and the next thing that caught his eye was Apollo’s sacred cattle.
Apollo’s most cherished cattle—great beings imbued with the power of the sun itself. Hermes decided to steal these creatures, which were nearly divine spirits.
Out of hundreds, he stole exactly fifty.
He bound their hooves with bark so they made no sound, and attached brooms made of straw to their tails, erasing all traces of where the sacred cattle had passed.
A perfect crime. In fact, even Apollo, upon discovering his cattle had vanished, initially had no idea who the culprit was—and this was Apollo, who governed knowledge itself.
Hermes possessed abilities of such magnitude. As for his audacity—how audacious was he? He killed two of the fifty cattle immediately after stealing them and offered them as sacrifices to the Twelve Divine Seats of Olympus.
As a note, at that time there were only eleven Divine Kings of Olympus. The reason there are twelve is because he included himself.
It shows how exceptional his beginnings were.
Most remarkably, the story goes that he crafted a lyre from the stolen shell of the divine turtle and the sinews of the remaining sacrificial cattle, then gifted it to the enraged Apollo, thereby pacifying his anger.
Apollo was so charmed by Hermes that he even gifted him a portion of his prophetic power and the sacred symbol that would become Hermes’ emblem—a testament to just how cunning Hermes truly was.
The myth that marked Hermes’ beginning. And that very myth was now being recreated in the Bottomless Pit.
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The Sun Demon Cattle. The divine spirit that had borne the name of sacred cattle had been transformed by absorbing the primordial demonic energy bestowed upon the guardians of every layer within the Bottomless Pit.
As a divine spirit once called the Divine Being of the animal realm, its original power was so tremendous that even transcendent beings would have to yield—a semi-divine existence of considerable might.
Splurch! Splurch!
Upon entering the Bottomless Pit, it had been constrained, and with primordial demonic energy seeping into it, it underwent demonification, becoming far weaker—now nothing more than prey for the Sword of Annihilation.
Slaughter. That word was not inappropriate for describing the Sun Demon Cattle I had just killed.
“Hey!”
At the sound of an angry voice from some distance away, I stopped mid-strike against another Sun Demon Cattle, steadied my breathing, and turned my head to face the source of that voice.
There, gathered in what appeared to be at least several hundred players, a single enraged Demon approached me from the front of the group.
I furrowed my brow slightly at the sight.
“Hey, hey, hey. Are you insane? You could get yourself killed messing around like that!”
“Y-yeah. Let’s just ignore him and do our job. Why are you getting angry!”
“Let’s stop this. That bastard is ridiculously strong.”
A minority of those beside the Demon at the front tried to restrain him.
“Shut up and follow me. You all joined us because you have potential, didn’t you?”
“Why? Are you suddenly getting scared?”
“Don’t be a coward. With these numbers, no matter how strong he is, we’ll win!”
And most of those who shared the man’s sentiment.
Thus, approximately three hundred players arrived before me, making no attempt to conceal their overwhelming momentum and killing intent.
A sigh escaped me unbidden.
I already had an endless road ahead of me, and now I had to deal with these as well. As I shook my head at the thought, I eventually concluded this too must be something orchestrated by Hermes or the ranch’s master, nodded in acceptance, and resigned myself to the situation.
“What’s this?”
“Damn it! This isn’t some private hunting ground just for you. Know when to stop, yeah? You’ve probably made a fortune in coins already! Now get lost while I’m being nice!”
“Hey! Before you go, you owe us compensation for the damage you’ve caused!”
“Kekeke! That’s right. Because of you, we barely hunted anything today—our profits are completely shot. You must’ve earned a ton of coins, so cough ’em up.”
This wasn’t even third-rate thuggery. I exhaled slowly, lifted my gaze to the sky for a moment, then nodded and moved forward.
“If I just kill you all, there won’t be any annoying loose ends.”
The moment those words left my lips—cold, chilling, and utterly devoid of emotion—three hundred players froze in place.
That instant of hesitation proved fatal. The Divine Demon Sword, which had absorbed only divine power from the Sun Maw, blazed brilliantly, while the Demon Dragon Sword, which had absorbed only demonic energy, shrieked in darkness.
There were no grand techniques or elaborate skills. I simply exhaled my aura and unleashed sword strikes.
Just two strikes. With merely two movements from the divine and demon blades, nearly a hundred players fell dead.
Flash!
As my right eye—burning crimson from the Heavenly Slaughter Star, which had manifested to its limit after consuming hundreds of Sun Maws—fixed upon the remaining players.
“D-Damn it! Run!!!”
Without waiting for anyone to speak, they began trembling and scrambling to flee in sheer terror of death. But it was too late.
The players, having witnessed the power of those killed by the Heavenly Slaughter Star being absorbed into me, began fleeing as though facing a monster itself. Yet my blade had already swung dozens more times.
The thugs who had so confidently tried to extort me were reduced to mere fragments of power, consumed entirely.
“Garbage.”
That was all they were. Even with their seals broken, they’d only reach the threshold of the Upper Realm at best. Power of this caliber was barely worth absorbing.
Still, I had no way to regurgitate what I’d already consumed, so instead I used the trash as kindling to increase the proficiency of the powers I held.
One of the abilities unlocked as the Heavenly Slaughter Star’s level surged dramatically.
After this trivial, insignificant skirmish passed, not long after.
〚Hidden Objective: Acquire 999,999 Sun Coins (1,000,042/999,999) (Achieved!)〛
I had achieved my first hidden objective, and immediately ceased hunting, sheathing my blade at my waist.
“The Demon Sword should be able to grow to S-rank soon. The Divine Sword, though… it’s still D-rank.”
Still, if I killed the gods of Olympus, who inherently possessed divinity, I could level it up quickly. With that thought, I headed toward the nearest shop.
“Eek! Welcome!”
I regarded the Merchant Fairy staring at me in terror for a moment, then shifted my gaze to the wares on display.
A shop with various items scattered haphazardly.
Of course, these weren’t all the items available.
“R-Right away! I’ll show you the inventory list!”
According to Akasha, the Merchant Fairies all shared the same Warehouse and sold identical goods, so it didn’t matter if I bought everything from one of them.
I scrolled to the very bottom of the list first.
〚Authority: Titan’s Bloodline—333,333 Sun Coins〛
I confirmed the most expensive item. I immediately glanced to the side.
〚It is genuine. Moreover, it is purer and more noble than the Titan’s Bloodline that Hermes possesses. Since it is the bloodline of Olympus’s ancient enemy, it will be of great benefit. Furthermore, as it is practically a descendant of Uranus, it is a type of Primordial Giant, so there are no side effects—in fact, there will be synergistic benefits.〛
“What’s the catch?”
〚There are some restrictions placed on it, but they will have no effect whatsoever on you, Shin Ju-ha. Please do not worry.〛
I nodded at Akasha’s explanation and immediately purchased the authority.
Even with my replicated power of creation, attempting actual creation remains impossible. Authorities are equally difficult to borrow, even through the Golden Tower.
At best, I could only borrow lower-tier authorities.
“I suppose I’ll need to unlock the final layer.”
Only then could I freely wield the remaining authorities and the power of concepts.
The moment the purchase completed, a race manifested in the form of authority within my body, and simultaneously, my bloodline transformed into a rune through the power of the laws I possessed, settling completely within me.
The Merchant Fairy’s expression twisted strangely.
It was the expression of someone whose attempted deception had failed.
I deliberately ignored that expression and began ransacking the shop.
One. One. One. One.
As I plucked only genuine items from the inventory like tweezers selecting threads, the small, cute, and terrified face of the Merchant Fairy began to crumple in a way that seemed impossible.
After purchasing the final genuine item and closing the shop window without hesitation.
“How dare you!!!!”
The Merchant Fairy was no longer a single entity. All the merchant fairies turned their gaze upon me in unison, erupting with fury.
“You dare employ deception before us, the Fairies of Deception?!”
I tilted my head in confusion. Me? Deception? When?
“Pay for that sin with your death!”
Only then did I understand. They refused to acknowledge their defeat and had firmly convinced themselves that I was a fraud.
It was absurd for deceivers to rage over being deceived themselves, but their simple and foolish reasoning left me utterly speechless.
Of course, regardless of my bewilderment, I had already intended to kill these fraudulent fairies anyway—so this worked out perfectly.
If they attacked me first, there would be no problem. No other players would interfere.
Weren’t they all fleeing in terror from both me and the fairies?
Surrounded by 111 fairies, I drew two blades with perfect composure.
“Die!!!”
The moment 111 beams of light shot toward me, I began executing sword dances with both blades, smooth as flowing water.
The Yin-Yang circle drew itself beneath my feet. The Inversion of Heaven and Earth—an invincible counter technique capable of overturning sky and ground—unfolded with even greater majesty, embodying the profound mysteries of the Yin-Yang.
“No!”
The fairies destroyed themselves with their own attacks.

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