I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 232

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Chapter 232. Divine Seat: Lightning Across a Twisted Black Sky
The 900th Layer Range. The domain of Zeus, the youngest and most powerful of the three kings who effectively ruled Olympus and the Underworld.
Upon ascending to Floor 901, Heracles and I were greeted by nothing but silence—no monsters to challenge us, no trials to overcome, no Apostle-class Divine Being to manage the floor. A world devoid of all existence.
Heracles burst into raucous laughter at the sight.
【Khahahaha! So that arrogant fool Zeus wanted to at least preserve his own limbs!】
But I furrowed my brow slightly, spread my wings, and ascended into the sky to survey the world below.
‘It’s gone.’
Yes. Gone. The Divine Incarnation. No matter how powerful Zeus was, there was no way to erase a Divine Incarnation fused with the Bottomless Pit.
In the 900th Layer Range, what should exist were Apostles—nominally Divine Incarnations in name alone, yet empowered by the primordial magic of the Bottomless Pit itself, making them far stronger than their true forms.
To put it plainly, beings who could effortlessly claim the position of supreme Divine Being—a Chief God of the lower Divine Realms.
Of course, even they would be unable to properly restrain Heracles and me, beings of irregular power.
【Is something wrong?!】
Heracles, now completely freed from the curse of fate and brimming with excitement, called out loudly. I descended back to the ground, nodded, and spoke.
“The Divine Incarnation is gone. It seems Zeus has done something.”
Once fused with the layers of the Bottomless Pit, one cannot move to any location beyond their own floor.
It meant even information exchange was cut off between them. That’s why the Divine Seats and Apostles fell so pathetically to my consumption.
In other words, if Zeus abandoned his Divine Incarnation and fled, the empty shell should have been left behind here.
But the Divine Incarnation is gone?
“Did he move to another floor?”
It was Akasha who answered my question. Ever since learning that she was one of the three fragments of Revelation, her words had grown sparse. Now, after a long silence, she spoke first, offering me information.
〚The Zeus on the 999th Floor gathered the remnants of causality left behind by Gaia and transferred all beings from the 900th Layer Range to the 999th Floor.〛
“Why?”
The most crucial question. What exactly was he trying to accomplish?
I didn’t think him foolish enough to believe that gathering them would let them stand against us. Yet he deliberately assembled them all?
〚I apologize. The 999th Floor is currently in a state where information cannot be gathered. Something is blocking external observation from penetrating the interior. It’s as if the entire floor has been transported to another dimension—I cannot read it.〛
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
〚However, one thing is certain: by moving all of them to the 999th Floor, they ensured that the Bottomless Pit’s dominion rate cannot exceed 90%.〛
Indeed. With the rulers gone, a complete clear became impossible.
Moreover, while I suspected Zeus was plotting something, it appears he’s orchestrating something far grander than anticipated.
“We should be cautious. The fact that he went this far means he’s secured some countermeasure against us.”
We now had to simultaneously face two beings—both possessing formidable power among the upper echelon of Concept Divine Seats. With our lives wagered on an impossible possibility, it wouldn’t be strange if he resorted to any method whatsoever.
“He may have summoned his true form.”
While transferring a Divine Incarnation to a true form was impossible, bringing a true form into a Divine Incarnation to achieve completeness was possible.
Indeed, the War Divine Seat Ares and the Sea Divine Seat Poseidon, who ruled the 700th and 800th Layers and fought me to the bitter end, had summoned their true forms to face me.
【But summoning his true form wouldn’t make him stronger, would it?】
“That’s right. Instead, he’d be able to control his body far more perfectly.”
It’s the difference between manipulating a virtual avatar and moving one’s own body directly. Naturally, the latter offers far greater freedom.
【Certainly, if it’s Zeus… he would never back down easily. In fact, it would have been more advantageous for him to abandon his Divine Incarnation and flee the Bottomless Pit to orchestrate a new scheme, yet this is strange.】
“Perhaps there are restrictions. No matter how much causality he poured out, this place was created as Solomon’s greatest legacy, after all.”
It was a question that troubled me as well. Why doesn’t he retreat when he knows defeat is certain? When he knows he’ll be consumed?
There was undoubtedly a constraint—the kind that required the divine vessel to perish before returning.
“The other Chief Gods had no choice but to obey Zeus’s command.”
Of course, two of them fled. Artemis and Athena. Only those two Divine Seats, ranked among Olympus’s finest minds, survived.
‘Apollo, who bore the Divine Name of Knowledge, did not flee.’
He understood well enough. Flight was futile—my march toward Olympus was inevitable. So he accepted death without resistance.
Perhaps his prophetic power allowed him to glimpse the future, and he found no scenario where he survived, so he surrendered.
‘Though I would have hunted them down regardless.’
Even if Artemis and Athena fled, they remained within my grasp. Through Akasha, locating and killing them would be effortless.
If they wished to kill me, they should have been prepared to die themselves.
‘I’ll kill only those directly involved.’
Hera, Aphrodite, Dionysus—those who did not participate in this affair, I have no intention of killing. It was troublesome, and from the start, those three showed support for me, so there was no reason for hostility.
Building rapport with them would not have been strange.
‘They defied Zeus’s will itself to refuse fighting me. For them, that was their utmost effort.’
Though they could not aid me, they did not hinder me—points in their favor.
The reason I did not kill the many Divine Seats who followed Zeus’s will, even those who entered the Bottomless Pit, was singular.
“Let’s go. We have no choice but to face what comes.”
【Kahahaha! Yes! A great hero must know no fear!】
The two of us began traversing the 900th Layer. After approximately nine months of rest, arrival at the final stratum proved anticlimactic.
After a single day passed, we finally reached the portal leading to the 999th Floor.
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Whoooosh!
As my vision inverted, the 999th Floor materialized before my eyes.
“What?!”
It was the Celestial Realm. As if to proclaim his supremacy and dominion over the heavens themselves, clouds stretched endlessly across the sky. At the center of that expanse, upon a towering throne of jade, Zeus gazed down upon us with arrogant contempt.
【This is insane.】
Heracles and I both furrowed our brows at the sight. How could we not? The corpses piled beside Zeus.
The bodies of the Guardian Beast and the Apostle who protected the 900th Layer—drained entirely of strength, honor, and soul by Zeus, reduced to hollow shells.
‘He devoured them himself to prevent me from absorbing them?’
How? Did Zeus possess such an ability?
As I pondered, I sensed the profound wrongness emanating from this exalted place.
“He has completely accepted the Primordial Magic.”
He had summoned his true form and fused it with the Primordial Magic.
Which meant he had genuinely merged the Primordial Magic with his own power. Even if he defeated Heracles and me here, he could never escape the Primordial Magic now.
Just as the 999th Floor’s sky, which should have been azure, had turned black and twisted.
The very essence of one who dared accept a power he should never have touched had become warped.
Even Ares and Poseidon, though they summoned their true forms, refrained from wielding the Primordial Magic. But Zeus had crossed that line, as if such restraint no longer mattered to him.
“How foolish.”
The Primordial Magic most closely resembled the power of Apocalypse. Naturally—it had been modeled after that very force.
And the power of Apocalypse is something few beings can endure. It requires no explanation why even the Demon Kings dare not wield it, why they succumb to it instead.
Had I not possessed the proper vessel, I too would have long since been corrupted by the Primordial Magic, transformed into Ma-in, and lost my mind.
【Foolish! I have grown stronger. I am of a different caliber than a mere usurper like you! I have evolved into a being superior to you!】
“And in exchange, you are trapped here. Even if you defeat us, you will never escape this Bottomless Pit.”
It was the truth. The moment Zeus had completely fused the primordial demonic essence into his true form, he had utterly devolved into a Layer Lord bound to the 999th Floor of the Bottomless Pit.
【No problem! After I kill you, I will simply absorb Solomon’s succession rights that you possess!】
It was possible, perhaps. But it was a gamble with over a 90% chance of failure. Solomon, who had once sought beings that surpassed him, would never have designed his legacy in such a way that merely absorbing a successor’s power could make one a successor.
Well, that wasn’t my concern. I shifted my gaze, measuring the raging Zeus before me.
‘Not a Concept Divine Seat.’
He had fused the power of the Bottomless Pit—mere dregs of strength—with the source of lightning, which was already nothing but a fragment. He had certainly forfeited even the qualifications of the concept he once possessed.
‘But he is strong.’
Failing to become a Concept Divine Seat did not mean weakness. One only had to look at Heracles and Sun Wukong to understand that.
Heracles had yet to meet the qualifications because he rejected his fate and imprisoned himself, or like Sun Wukong, one could grow stronger even by refusing to shed one’s skin.
And Zeus was strong. Strong enough to match me before my second shedding granted me the concept of the Heavenly Killer.
But that was all. Even having gathered power to the limit of limits, even having consumed his own subordinates, even having reached for the forbidden—he was still weaker than me.
“Exactly equal to Heracles.”
【How dare you! To show such disrespect to the great sky!】
“Shut up and greet him. He wanted to meet you far more than I did.”
I stepped back and looked toward Heracles. Yes, Zeus’s power was equal to Heracles’. So similar that one could not tell who was stronger, so evenly matched that victory would depend on fortune’s favor.
The massive great hero, his eyes blazing like flames, stepped forward.
【So the half-broken weapon finally defies fate and challenges the sky. Foolish and weak weapon. What gives you the right to destroy the great Upper Realm of Olympus?】
【Why should I fear Olympus, which would have perished if it had not relied on a weapon’s power!】
Heracles could no longer contain his rage and shot back at Zeus’s words.
【…I should have killed you that day along with your mother. If only Hades had not stopped me.】
Heracles’ eyes widened slightly, then returned to normal.
【There is no point in exchanging words further. Today, in this place, I will bring down the sky of Olympus.】
Heracles punched through the void, shattering space itself, and drew forth a massive wooden club befitting his enormous frame from the fractured space.
【Very well. Come then. Today I shall remind you once more that you too were born as a pawn of the sky!】
Before those words even finished, black lightning flashed across the 999th Floor, and without hesitation, the two beings collided.

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