I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 226

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Chapter 226. Divine Seat: The Greatest Hero
Hell, and deeper still—Naraka. A stage of the Abyss yet not belonging to it; the reverse side of despair.
Commonly called Tartarus by Olympus, the prison said to eternally confine countless criminals of the Divine Realms. That place, which had been called a perfect prison without incident for hundreds of millions of years—was turned upside down.
The entity that caused all this destruction advanced with neither hurried nor leisurely steps, obliterating everything in its path.
Tartarus is an incomprehensible prison that could be considered a vast ecosystem and living organism unto itself.
No one had ever escaped from it until now, and it was so magnificent that Tartarus’s own will nearly became recognized as a singular consciousness—almost registered as a Concept Divine Seat.
Such a great place was crumbling.
An escape. A prisoner’s escape.
There are no guards in Tartarus. How could guards exist in a place from which none can leave once they enter?
If one must speak of guards, then all manner of darkness created by Tartarus’s will could be called such.
【Do not obstruct me, will of Tartarus.】
I drew my fist back lightly and thrust it forward.
——-!!
With that single blow, the darkness of Tartarus that had blocked my path, along with the maddened prisoners clinging to exploit it, vanished.
I wasn’t even using my full strength. A casual strike.
A portion of Tartarus itself shattered from that one blow. This explained why Heracles was said to be imprisoned here of his own volition.
And at this point, even the will of Tartarus could no longer prevent the escape. To be precise, the entity called the will of Tartarus—the pet of Nyx, the goddess of night, known as the Concept Divine Seat: Night of the Full Moon—no longer blocked my path.
There was no choice.
【That is enough.】
Whether by fortune or misfortune, the Concept Divine Seat: Night of the Full Moon, Nyx, happened to be indulging in amusement within Tartarus.
The incident occurring within Tartarus displeased her, and she descended before Heracles, the source of the disturbance.
【What a nuisance.】
A Concept Divine Seat, one of the primordial beings evaluated as equal to the Creator. All fell silent at the appearance of the goddess who commands all darkness.
【I will leave this place. Do not obstruct me.】
【You should know well that escape is impossible once you have entered here?】
At Nyx’s words, Heracles burst into laughter bordering on mockery, his eyes gleaming.
【Impossible? Such a concept does not exist for me. I speak again. Stand aside. This is the last time I will show consideration to a great being such as yourself.】
In that instant, Heracles’s aura erupted forth, his full power exploding violently throughout his entire form, and Nyx’s brow furrowed.
In truth, though she had descended, there was nothing Nyx could do. After all, such direct intervention was only possible because this was Tartarus—her own domain, not the Abyss.
Even now, the System whined endlessly, and she harbored not a single gram of desire to be entangled in such tedious matters.
Nyx sighed repeatedly and shook her head.
Fighting was impossible. It was not merely a matter of the System.
Nyx is a primordial goddess with only the faintest connection to Olympus. To be precise, Nyx is the ancestor of the ancestor of the ancestor of Olympus’s founder.
Gaia and Uranus are merely her very distant descendants.
In comparison to Heracles, they would be but dust, yet there was a blood relation; and so when Heracles abandoned everything and was imprisoned here in Tartarus half by choice and half by necessity, she had granted him many conveniences, allowing his mind to heal all the more swiftly.
Knowing his tragic and pitiful life and his fate akin to a curse, her heart went out to him all the more.
Above all else.
‘A monster.’
Even if I summoned my entire true form, could I win? Such overwhelming power. It was like gazing upon that monkey creature from the outer universe.
An incomprehensible entity existing beyond law, commanding countless avatars, freely traversing the 2nd Dimension and 1st Dimension.
To put it bluntly, an Irregular ranking among the top three forces in this universe.
‘Is that all there is to it?’
No, it wasn’t merely that. The Heracles I had imprisoned certainly didn’t possess this level of power back then. He was absurdly strong even then, but now—if I’m being honest—his strength was incomprehensible, beyond any words I dared speak.
‘He could shed his form and ascend to a Concept Divine Seat right this moment without raising an eyebrow!’
Which meant one thing: he had grown to such heights within Tartarus itself!
Nyx found herself with no choice but to decide. After all, she couldn’t intervene anyway, and there were already beings preparing outside to suppress Heracles once he escaped.
【I shall open the exit for you.】
Of course, stopping him seemed impossible regardless. Once he left this place, it was no longer her concern.
Whether his opponent was one of Olympus’s three great kings or not—she would simply remain here a while longer, then slip back into the 2nd Dimension.
【Congratulations. You have become the first to escape Tartarus.】
【Such things hold no interest for me. I go to meet the child who will set me free.】
【Then… I hope you achieve your purpose. Go meet the child who will liberate you from your cursed fate.】
Crack—crack—crack!
Darkness and chaos split asunder as a rift in space tore open. A gap just large enough for Heracles’ massive frame to pass through.
The moment the space opened, every prisoner rushed toward it, desperate to escape—to flee this darkness where they must scream in agony every hour, every minute, every second, unable to truly die.
【Begone!】
With a single word, Heracles stopped them all and stepped through the rift toward the outside world.
【I offer my gratitude for your subtle aid all this time. Great Night.】
He left his thanks for how Nyx had unknowingly assisted him. And with Heracles gone, Tartarus remained.
【How ungracious.】
Nyx chuckled softly and poured her power into the chaos-stricken Tartarus.
Tartarus sank back into that darkness where nothing existed yet everything persisted, resuming its role as the eternal prison.
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Above Naraka. The junction between the hidden and the manifest.
Heracles crossed that Corridor and set foot in the Abyss for the first time in centuries.
And the place where he stepped was where all death converged—another stage belonging to yet separate from Olympus.
The Underworld.
【You dare block my path?】
【How disrespectful to your great-uncle, nephew.】
And at the end of that Underworld, what greeted Heracles was the army of the Underworld, led by Hades, the King of the Dead.
Nephew and uncle. At those words, Heracles burst into laughter far greater than the wild cackle he’d unleashed in Tartarus.
Hahahaha!!!!
His laughter alone shook the world and unleashed torrents of magical power, causing lower-ranked soldiers unable to withstand the pressure to collapse, bleeding from their orifices.
【How amusing. How truly amusing. You who never even acknowledged me as part of Olympus, treating me as nothing but a manufactured weapon, now invoke familial bonds?】
It was the truth. Heracles existed solely as a creation of Olympus, forged to achieve victory in wars against the ancient rulers—the Giants—in conflicts like the Gigantomachy and Titanomachy.
【I tolerated you holding my mother hostage and commanding me, but from the moment you tore her to shreds and murdered her, you should have known we could never share the same boat.】
The greatest reason for Heracles’ madness: the death of his mother during the war—the only being who had ever given him the emotion called love.
And that death stemmed from the greed of the Chief Gods of Olympus.
【I know you had no part in it, King of the Underworld. So you—close your eyes, seal your ears, and rule this underground realm. Remain eternally trapped in that land where you were defeated and exiled by your brother.】
【Insolent wretch! No matter how strong you are, do you truly believe you can face the Underworld alone!】
A terrible and distant killing intent erupted from Hades’ body.
【I cannot allow you to reach Olympus!】
What would happen if Heracles reached Olympus in its current state was something one could understand without even needing to predict.
All the Divine Beings heading toward the Bottomless Pit—both their projections and true forms—would be slaughtered. Nine of the Twelve Divine Seats had already descended toward the Bottomless Pit.
Yet Heracles opened his mouth as if to say such talk was nonsense.
【I do not head toward Olympus. That place is where I shall go last—my final destination, to be reached only after I change my fate.】
【Do not lie!】
Naturally, Hades did not believe him. In truth, Hades himself had not wanted to use the Underworld’s full military might merely to stop Heracles.
He had little interest in Olympus anymore.
Only because the being he cherished and loved more than any other was now under Zeus’ influence, descended into the Bottomless Pit, could he not help but stand in the way.
He could not bear to watch Persephone, Hades’ wife, perish.
This too was part of Zeus’ meticulous and cold calculation. By creating a situation where Olympus would face crisis during his absence, he forced Hades to help—a scenario born of necessity.
He had thoroughly exploited his elder brother Hades’ infinite love as an emotion to manipulate.
For this very reason, Hades despised Olympus and Zeus all the more, yet he could not help but stand against Heracles.
【I see. Your wife followed Demeter, her mother, to the Bottomless Pit to kill Shin Ju-ha?】
【…Yes. So I have no choice but to stop you. For her sake.】
Only then did Heracles, realizing why Hades—one of the Divine Beings who despised Olympus—now opposed him, understand the truth.
He drew upon his full power.
【So you truly intend to fight.】
At those heavy words, Heracles chuckled darkly.
【I have no choice. Your wife will soon cease to exist.】
Hades’ face twisted. His wife was his inverse scale.
【The child who inherits my legacy will not be killed but will instead devour her. And when she dies, you will seek vengeance upon my child.】
So before that happens, I will kill you and prevent you from ever seeking vengeance.
With those words, Heracles struck lightly at the empty air. Space shattered, and the Subspace revealed itself.
From within it, Heracles retrieved his divine artifacts and equipped them upon his body. The great hero who once slaughtered giant deities hundreds of times mightier, more powerful, and wiser than himself in ages past now prepared for battle.
【…Deaths of the Underworld! Go forth! Teach that foolish hero the meaning of death!】
Thus the war between the Underworld and Heracles began.
【This too is my fate. Wherever I stand, war must inevitably arise. Consider it the price of stepping into that maelstrom.】
Before even half a day had passed, an event occurred—the King of the Underworld vanished.
Heracles had truly descended upon the Abyss.

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