I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 229

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Chapter 229. The Fall of Olympus
Silence. Stillness. A chilling emptiness.
The 500th Floor, which housed hundreds of beings—too few to constitute a true world, yet undeniably present—was now consumed by nothing but dread and desolation.
Not even corpses remained. The crimson hunger had devoured everything with ravenous greed, bestowing all of it upon me.
“No power absorbed through sealing.”
Perhaps because they had dwelt in this Bottomless Pit for eons?
Having already released all sealed abilities through coins, their complete power now flowed into me intact.
“Satisfying.”
Two words sufficed to capture the situation. I nodded and moved forward, aware through Akasha’s words that countless trials and hidden pieces existed even within Floor 500.
“There’s no point wasting effort on trivial things.”
I had no intention of granting my enemies additional time merely to consume a few worthless hidden pieces.
I thrust myself into the portal leading to Floor 501. My vision shifted as my body was transported, and
the moment I arrived at the new stratum.
〚An outsider ??? consumes tremendous causality in the Bottomless Pit!〛
〚The Labyrinth: Bottomless Pit resists fiercely!〛
〚Partial resistance failed!〛
〚The Bottomless Pit transforms!〛
Before my eyes appeared a message—Gaia had made her move.
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“Hmm….”
I couldn’t help but furrow my brow.
Of course, my overwhelming power through the Devouring of Celestial Slaughter and the revelation that I could annihilate true forms had been inevitable since Artemis abandoned her divine vessel and fled.
Even if I hadn’t announced it, the lack of contact through her true form would have given them sufficient time to deduce the situation.
So I had anticipated one of two outcomes.
Either she would abandon some of the power dwelling in her divine vessel to escape the Bottomless Pit, or she would forcibly pour in greater power to orchestrate something.
Truthfully, I had deemed either path inconsequential. If she fled, I would devour her divine vessel, reach the end of the Bottomless Pit, claim Solomon’s legacy, then assault and obliterate Olympus.
Even if she forcibly invested power, she could not overcome me now—merely a slight inconvenience.
But I never imagined she would resort to this method.
〚Current control rate of the Bottomless Pit: 39.9%!〛
〚Current control rate of Shin Ju-ha: 3.8%!〛
〚The remaining 56.3% control rate is held by the Floor Master ??? of Floor 999!〛
〚From now on, achieve control rate of 90% or higher first!〛
〚Upon achievement, the defeated opponent shall be annihilated according to the Labyrinth’s laws!〛
〚Upon achievement, the victor shall possess the Labyrinth!〛
〚According to the transformed rules, exit from the Bottomless Pit becomes impossible!〛
“Can’t win through force, so change the rules?”
Control rate… I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head before ultimately questioning Akasha.
〚Gaia has bestowed all the tremendous causality granted to Shin Ju-ha and all the causality she accumulated upon the Bottomless Pit. Control rate literally means the authority to govern a floor. Currently, Shin Ju-ha governs Floor 10, Floor 66, Floor 444, and Floor 500.〛
“The floors I cleared aren’t included?”
〚Because you didn’t clear them perfectly. You obtained dominion only over the four floors where you acquired the hidden pieces as well.〛
“So what am I supposed to do? I can’t descend to the lower floors again?”
This is a scam, isn’t it? No, it’s definitely a scam.
“Since you can’t kill me through pure force, you’ll kill me this way?”
Ascending the Bottomless Pit is impossible. Of course it is. But that means upper-floor players can interfere with lower-floor players, and it means the Bottomless Pit’s trials could be bypassed entirely.
That’s why it was forbidden in the first place—the power levels didn’t match.
“But these bastards must have found some way to pull this off.”
Gaia isn’t an idiot, and she wouldn’t have chosen a path that leads to her own defeat because of me.
Causality is what allows every aspect of a floor to be replaced with the gods and spirits of Olympus. It’s the power to interfere with reality unconditionally.
They’re planning to use that power to dominate the floors below the 500th.
〚No, that’s impossible. No matter how powerful causality is, we’ve already altered the fundamental laws that permeate the entire Labyrinth. Any further interference is beyond their reach.〛
At those words, I tilted my head. Then what are they trying to do?
〚Likely, they’ll use the remaining fragments of causality to summon the remaining gods of Olympus into the Bottomless Pit. Through them, they can perfectly clear the lower floors and seize dominion over them.〛
Only then did I understand, clapping my hands together and nodding. Right. The reason upper floors can’t descend to lower ones applies equally to them and to me.
So the solution was simple: introduce new players and seize dominion through them.
Now that I understood it—
“This means…”
It’s truly a race against time. Whether it’s faster for me to sweep away all the Olympus bastards, find every hidden piece, perfectly dominate the floor, and steal their dominion rate.
Or whether it’s faster for the newly entered gods to acquire dominion of the lower floors and increase Olympus’s dominion rate.
“I’m at a disadvantage?”
It’s obvious, but lower-floor dominion is always easier to acquire than higher-floor dominion.
“I should have scraped everything clean instead of leaving anything behind.”
With so much power at my disposal, I’ve lost my original hunger. In the past, I would have desperately searched for even a single additional hidden piece.
In the end, it’s become a numbers game. A numbers game where I’m overwhelmingly disadvantaged.
“I have no time.”
Revealing my urgency, I immediately moved into action.
〚…It’s fine. You can take your time.〛
Perhaps that’s why I didn’t properly hear Akasha’s murmured words.
I immediately set off, advancing to clear floors 501 through 510.
〚The theme of this floor is craftsmanship!〛
〚All use of force is prohibited!〛
〚All abilities except those related to craftsmanship are forbidden!〛
From the very start, I faced an obstacle I couldn’t avoid.
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Thump! Thump! Thump!
With each thunderous footfall as if a giant were moving, Heracles, who had been traversing the Abyss Realm, came to an abrupt halt, furrowing his brow as he gazed back along the path he had traveled.
【So there are vermin pursuing me from behind.】
Those caught within my overwhelming presence were unmistakably beings I knew well.
【The gods of Olympus. They should be defending Olympus right now. Why are they chasing after me?】
There was certainly a reason. Publicly, I was a traitor deserving of execution, so they might be hunting me down.
Or perhaps they pursued me to exact vengeance for my slaughter of the Underworld.
Regardless, the fact that they had mobilized meant something greater than the defense of Olympus had occurred.
Pausing briefly, I closed my eyes and sensed those rapidly approaching from afar, then a peculiar smile crossed my face as I nodded.
【Ah, so they are not chasing me at all!】
There was no focus on me in their gaze. There was no fear in their urgency.
【I thought these vermin dared to move to capture me!】
It was a battle that could never be won from the start. I am Heracles—the one who beat one of the Three Kings, called the Kings of Kings among the Divine Beings, without inflicting a single wound. Yet they send only ten high-ranking gods as pursuers?
That made no sense. They must have mistaken me as merely a messenger sent to warn on behalf of Olympus.
I quickly grasped the situation and lifted the corners of my mouth.
【Something must be happening in the Bottomless Pit. Yes! My child seems likely to win, so they must have resorted to some other sordid and base scheme!】
My body, which had grown heated from battling the Underworld and Hades, burned even hotter as I smiled.
【How delightful—entertainment for a tedious journey!】
War erupts wherever I walk. Blood and screams swirl where my gaze falls, and the scent of conflict permeates wherever my breath reaches.
It was both curse and blessing—a power that reflected Heracles’ very nature.
Born a lover of battle, I drew my weapon from the void.
My club, created by compressing an entire World Tree—the greatest timber of the Abyss Realm—began to tremble as it sensed its master’s emotions.
How long had I been stoking the flames within my body?
【Hah!】
【How is this possible?!】
【How does he stand here?!】
Ten high-ranking gods rushed forward frantically, attempting to clear the figure blocking their path with all their might, but upon recognizing Heracles, they froze in place.
【Unfamiliar faces. They must be children born after I entered Tartarus.】
Their power was exceptional. Despite being born after my imprisonment, they had cultivated such remarkable rank and strength as to rival the highest gods.
In essence, Zeus had entrusted the defense of Olympus to them.
【Hera, Dionysus, and Aphrodite remain as well. Who determined that none could touch Olympus, that there was no problem?】
The ten high-ranking gods maintained their silence, gradually drawing forth their power.
A desire akin to ambition kindled in their eyes. They had begun to ignite their fighting spirit before Olympus’ greatest hero and worst criminal.
‘The opponent has been imprisoned in Tartarus for an extremely long time.’
‘I do not know how this criminal escaped that prison, but surely his power must have diminished greatly.’
‘If we could only capture this Heracles?’
We would be recognized with a great Achievement that would endure throughout history, and we could attain the highest rank. If only it could be so!
‘We could be granted a seat among the great Twelve Gods!’
The interior of Olympus is already in chaos. Three Chief Gods have vanished, after all.
Everyone has witnessed it.
The crimson devourer consuming their true forms. That horrifying sight!
I tried to stop it, tried to save them, but no one could. Even the three Chief Gods who had refused to participate and whose standing within Olympus had plummeted stepped forward to try.
-We cannot stop this. They are already being consumed on that side, so there is nothing we can do. What in the world did we touch to provoke something so vicious and relentless!
They too found themselves powerless. In fact, when Dionysus attempted to eliminate the crimson devourer, one of his arms was severed.
The severed arm could not be regenerated. All the power and essence contained within it had been annihilated. Recovery would require at least thousands of years of recuperation—such was the severity of the wound.
It was a time of chaos. But chaos breeds opportunity.
Many superior gods eyed the three vacant seats, yet most followed their respective Chief Gods toward the Bottomless Pit. And now that even they had been consumed and obliterated by the crimson devourer.
‘The next Chief Gods shall be us!’
The ten superior gods with the greatest potential greedily reached for the higher seats.
【How amusing! I know that fool Zeus erased all records of my existence. Yet such idiots represent the superior gods of Olympus!】
That greed became the last emotion they felt before their annihilation.

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