I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 235

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Chapter 235. Primordial Divine Seat: A Small Life in Golden Radiance
〚All seals have been perfectly released!〛
With that single message, everything returned to normal. As the last of the seals vanished completely and I stretched my newly liberated body, every eye in the vicinity turned toward me.
The Bottomless Pit had transformed abruptly. Moreover, the Divine Seats of Olympus had descended into it. And finally, the appearance of Heracles himself.
The Bottomless Pit, which had been nothing but a succession of chaos, now crumbled and disappeared entirely—the shock was immense.
Since no one from the Upper Realm had even glimpsed anything beyond Floor 500 for an eternity, the players from above were all the more astounded.
But their astonishment was fleeting. In an instant, as my power radiated outward, they all exhaled sharply and collapsed.
The descent of a Concept Divine Seat. No, that word is wrong. Since I had always existed here, I was simply appearing again.
Yet the emergence of a Concept Divine Seat—an irregular one that had undergone two molts—revealing its true magnitude was more than enough to send shockwaves through everything.
It was merely the act of stretching my arm. Yet the stage where the Bottomless Pit had existed was reduced to scorched earth.
Every living creature except me lay writhing on the ground like insects, begging for mercy. Seeing them teetering on the brink of death, I panicked and hastily suppressed my power, retreating from the area.
“That was close.”
I had nearly slaughtered every player gathered in the Bottomless Pit, the Upper Realm’s most coveted hotspot. All from a single stretch.
Only now did it truly sink in. I had acquired the magnitude of the Concept Divine Seats I had encountered when I was incomparably weak.
That overwhelming, destructive, and unfathomable magnitude.
“Thank goodness no one died instantly.”
Had I not unconsciously suppressed my seals and power, they might all have perished. The players of the Upper Realm had yet to transcend, after all.
There were a few transcendents and lower gods descended from the Abyss Realm, but over 95% were still ordinary players. Had they witnessed me with all my power unleashed, it would not have been strange for them all to die instantly.
“Hmm.”
I passed beyond the stage where the Bottomless Pit had existed and reached a stage with fewer players and places to rest. There, I settled down and checked my status window.
〚Authority: The consciousness of the Golden Tower wishes to invite you!〛
〚Do you accept?〛
That message had been hovering before me since earlier, preventing me from checking all my systems.
Though my seals had been released, I could not use the Golden Tower’s authority because I had not yet accepted this invitation.
“Hmm… So we’re finally meeting face-to-face and talking?”
The Creator, who had been helping me all this time while wearing the guise of Creator’s Will. Now, for the last and first time, they wished to face me directly.
I felt no anxiety. I did not think for a moment that the Creator would attempt any treachery.
From the moment I became a complete Concept Divine Seat and fully acquired dominion over the Concept of Sky, I could dominate the Golden Tower, which served as its central pillar, whenever I wished.
I simply refrained from doing so because if I did, Creator’s Will would cease to exist, rendering this invitation meaningless.
〚Do you accept?〛
“Yes, I accept.”
At my single word, the world froze. It was a phenomenon entirely different from when the previous Concept Divine Seats had descended.
Where their overwhelming magnitude had forced the Abyss, the world, and all life to halt involuntarily, this was more like everything willingly suppressed its presence and stopped at their arrival.
Simultaneously, my consciousness began to be drawn away somewhere. In the span of a single blink.
I arrived at a place I had not seen in a very long time, yet welcomed nonetheless.
A colossal, distant, and magnificent tower wrought of gold. The source of my authority and the sacred sanctuary of the Golden Goblins.
It was not my domain where Golden lived. That place existed tangibly within reality, but this was closer to a mindscape created by the Creator.
I walked slowly toward the tower. Without anyone telling me, I knew where I needed to go.
To the summit of the tower. Its highest floor.
Standing before the tower’s grand, brilliantly luminous doors, I took a deep breath and opened them.
A piercing wail!
The moment I crossed the threshold of the door blazing with brilliant light, the world transformed.
Within the tower—not the warehouse-like realm I had known, but the Golden Tower in its true form, bearing the full authority of its power.
It was a vast and boundless universe unto itself.
And waiting for me there was a small sphere of magical essence.
-Welcome, Shin Ju-ha. I have been waiting for you.
“Akasha.”
-Yes. I am the Akashic Record—the recorder, administrator, and grantor of all records; a trans-dimensional information collective. Furthermore, I bear the omniscience of the three fragments of apocalypse—omniscience, omnipotence, and destruction—and have absorbed even the Creator’s omniscience. I am the perfect proxy of complete omniscience.
Omniscience. To know completely. That is, the power to know all things. That is omniscience.
“Did you recall it, discover it, or did someone above make you aware of it?”
-The last one. Because you have completed your long journey, that being revealed to me my final role.
“What is your final role?”
-The first is to guide you. From the very bottom of this tower to the very top.
I nodded. This is no warehouse. It is a universe. And somehow, this universe felt entirely familiar to me.
“And the second?”
-Yes. The second is both the same and different from the first. You will experience every cycle that exists within this true Golden Tower. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say you will recall them. Now that you have become what you are, such information will no longer shake you.
“Forging the vessel.”
-Yes. Why you were chosen, and how you came to possess such a vessel. We will confirm all of it once more.
With those words, Akasha moved forward—toward the far reaches of the universe.
I hesitated for a moment, then steeled myself and followed in Akasha’s wake. Soon, the world where everything had begun unfolded before my eyes.
The first cycle.
The original, pristine world where nothing had yet repeated. Yet it was the most imperfect and unstable of worlds.
Even there, I was a being striving to become a stronger Hunter. But there was one crucial difference.
My parents, who should have been banished from this dimension by some item and fortunately(?) sent to the 2nd Dimension, remained intact by my side and my younger sibling’s.
Destiny unbent. A world without the variables that regression had created.
This was where I could understand why I possessed the power of destiny, and why Fortune—not Misfortune—was my unique ability.
‘Surely, this was the first after my return.’
Fortune was the greatest of my possibilities, and thus could bloom through the primordial spring.
And I had believed the curse of Misfortune was the machinations of the Concept Divine Seat. But I was only half right.
From the beginning, the power of Fortune that I gained, and the curse of Misfortune I had to bear—all of it was because destiny had been twisted.
By none other than.
A piercing wail!
The Creator.
“Unique Ability: Late Bloomer.”
It was far too humble an ability for one born beneath two mountains called the greatest Hunters.
Moreover, it bore no description whatsoever—an anomalous ability shrouded entirely in question marks.
When my parents ascended beyond S-rank to SS-rank, and even further to SSS-rank. When my younger sibling awakened their talent for the void and their latent potential, following in their footsteps.
I remained at the bottom. Clinging desperately to a single unique ability with no power, no strength, I endured day after day.
And finally, when Earth faced annihilation, whether by fortune or misfortune, everyone lost their lives. Yet I alone, inexplicably, survived—and in Seoul, South Korea, I met him.
The Creator. He who had been searching for a vessel.
The possibility of a vessel so immense and boundless that it could embrace even my own creation as it crumbled.
A being capable of accomplishing what even the most omnipotent and omniscient could not.
“And that being was me.”
-Yes. Unranked, Unique Ability: Master of Late Blooming. An irregular so beyond the System’s comprehension that even it cannot fathom your limits. A wielder of power so peculiar that you might be suspected of existing outside this world entirely. That is what you are, Shin Ju-ha.
The first cycle ended there. The Creator and I exchanged words of some kind, and we made a contract.
I couldn’t hear it, but I understood. What the Creator and I had discussed.
I let out a hollow laugh as I gazed upon Akasha.
-Let us proceed.
Akasha recognized the meaning in my gaze and resumed her guidance.
The cycles continued repeating. Again and again. Until my vessel became infinite. Until I was fully prepared.
From that point forward, my life was no different from before the regression—from the previous cycle.
Losing my parents, carrying my ailing younger sibling on my back, struggling desperately through a wretched existence.
In every cycle, I did not remember the transaction with the Creator. Or was this even a transaction?
In any case, time flowed on. And simultaneously, I felt it. Because I was a Concept Divine Seat, because I had nearly achieved the rank of creation itself, I could perceive it.
My vessel growing larger within me. Growing with every moment of suffering, every instance of misery, every pang of pain, every stroke of misfortune.
“My parents falling into the 2nd Dimension was ultimately.”
-Yes. The Creator’s consideration. Normally, no matter how rare a dimensional banishment item might be, it would be impossible to banish someone to the 2nd Dimension.
In other words, my curse of Misfortune was also something already predetermined.
‘Did that Concept Divine Seat know?’
Concept Divine Seat: Father of the Oldest Dream.
Because he was the first Concept Divine Seat I ever encountered, I remember him clearly. A being whose rank and presence seemed humble compared to other Concept Divine Seats.
Akasha, perceiving my thoughts, corrected me.
-The Concept Divine Seat: Father of the Oldest Dream is an existence born when a byproduct of the Creator gained consciousness. You might say he is direct family. He is also one who rules over the 2nd Dimension. Perhaps, in his meeting with you, he intentionally lowered his rank.
“So he too is a primordial being.”
Like Ouroboros and the Creator.
The world began to pass swiftly. There were no variables. I lived a relentless, wretched, and pitiful existence repeated infinitely.
And finally, the previous cycle. My vessel was completed.
Unranked Unique Ability: The Limit of Late Blooming. Realizing that the end of my vessel was approaching, the Creator finally fulfilled the terms of our contract.
A regression that could be thought of as a second chance. He sent me into the next cycle without erasing my memories.
While bestowing upon me his Authority: the Golden Tower, which contained all of himself.
‘No wonder such an absurd Hidden Stage existed in the Tutorial zone.’
Under the guise of fortune, he transferred all of that to me, and then, exhausting all his power to trigger the regression, he poured his remaining will and soul into the Authority, leaving behind a body now destined to perish.
Thus, at the world’s end, I saw it. The gate leading to the final floor.
And.
-It is time for me to fulfill my final role.
“Sacrifice?”
-No. My purpose. Well, it is the last, but it will depend on your will. After all, you are the true master of this power.
“Then wait a moment. I will awaken you again. I need you around to spare myself the trouble.”
-Is that so? Then I shall wait. Master.
From “Shin Ju-ha” to “Master”—I felt Akasha transform into light and settle within me as those words concluded, inheriting all that she was, and stepped into the final floor.

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