I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 236

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Chapter 236. Primordial Divine Seat: A Small Life in Golden Radiance
The summit. The moment I reached this place while absorbing Akasha’s omniscience, a message blazed across my vision.
〚Warning! Warning!〛
〚The Primordial Divine Seat: A Small Life in Golden Radiance is currently manifesting!〛
〚Bow! Prostrate yourselves! Worship!〛
〚You stand in the presence of the Great Origin!〛
Grandiose messages, yet not a single word rang false. But those proclamations crumbled to dust alongside a dismissive cough echoing from beyond.
【Heh heh heh. How embarrassing—still broadcasting such messages.】
My gaze pierced through the disintegrating words, fixing upon the being that dwelt at the heart of this summit.
A form bathed in golden light, radiating nothing but sanctity. Though its shape resembled that of a goblin, it possessed a peculiar distinction—something that set it apart entirely.
【So we meet again for the second time.】
The Creator God who had descended upon the 1st Floor of the Golden Tower, into the heart of Seoul—a city crumbled, fallen, and utterly destroyed—extending a hand and proposing a contract.
“Indeed. So the day has finally come when we meet again like this.”
Having read through the records and reclaimed all my memories, I too recalled that day, offering a bitter smile.
【Yes. You performed magnificently. Well done. I watched over your journey with such worry the entire time. Yet you’ve transformed so perfectly.】
“You said I could do it.”
【One sacrifices for all. Truthfully, I proposed it, but I had hoped you would refuse.】
“Because you love everyone without exception. Foolishly so.”
At my words, the golden being smiled bitterly and guided me to sit in the seat before them.
【Yes. And so this story unfolded. Now you sit before me, seeking to inherit everything I possess. You, who will become the second Creator.】
The Creator spoke thus, producing a teacup from nowhere and tapping it with a finger. Instantly, a mysterious tea filled the vessel.
【Drink. You may rest here for a while.】
I did not refuse. I lifted the cup and began to sip the tea, blowing gently across its surface. True to their word, this brief respite—a reward for the long journey—was worth savoring.
Though it was merely tea, with each sip something within me grew vaster, more immense. My body too evolved further still.
And the moment I finished every drop, I set down the cup and opened my mouth.
That Seoul from back then. The place where an Abyss Gate now existed, where in the first cycle the final gate—the one that annihilated South Korea and the world—had opened. I recalled the conversation we had there.
“So you couldn’t find another way after all.”
【No, I could not. Rather, no way existed. From the moment the cycle shattered, everything I created was destined only for an end.】
Cycle. Even in its simplest form, it is a word of paramount importance in sustaining a world.
Life and death. Creation and destruction. Light and darkness. Beginning and end.
【I failed. I could only watch as the shattered cycle drove all things toward their true conclusion.】
From the first cycle until now, the grand and infinitesimal universe the Creator had fashioned—when a single life fades, its soul must cycle through rebirth; when a dimension reaches its end, a new world is born. This law should maintain perfect equilibrium.
【But there were too many variables.】
A world where the beginning had vanished and only the end remained. The Creator had come to understand that inevitably, a moment would arrive when everything became nothing but ash.
“Then tell me now. Before I inherit everything you possess, tell me the true reason the cycle shattered.”
Though I had made the contract and much time had passed to reach this moment, I still did not know the reason.
I understood that the power of apocalypse played a significant role, but it was merely a factor, not the fundamental problem itself.
After all, even apocalypse was merely a byproduct created against the Creator’s power and could never transcend it.
【The reason… the reason, you ask. There is but one.】
The fundamental problem that could be called a variable. According to what Solomon once said, the reason the Creator could have prevented it but chose instead to select me.
Gulp.
I swallowed hard, my eyes fixed on The Creator’s mouth.
【Because I was insufficient. I was merely a primordial being born with only the power of creation, yet I arrogantly believed I could control and manipulate everything.】
And the story that followed was so hollow it was almost deflating.
【I took the variable of life too lightly. That is the reason. The true reason why the cycle shattered.】
“Just that?”
【Just that… yes, I thought so too. But it was not merely that. Yes, if you think about it plainly, consider Shin Ju-ha, Solomon, and Sun Wukong.】
At that question, I needed no time to deliberate—I understood exactly what The Creator meant. And after a brief silence, both The Creator and I opened our mouths simultaneously and uttered a single word.
【Irregulars.】
“Irregulars.”
【Yes, irregulars. Beings the universe itself could never predict. And those who have accepted the most power from beyond. They are the greatest reason the cycle was broken. Variables that seek to escape the System.】
“Then?”
【Yes, those Concept Divine Seats who viewed the System as oppression and turned toward the 2nd Dimension. They are not truly such remarkable beings. Unable to allow them to further destroy my world, I hastily created a new dimension and banished them there, sealing them away.】
Only then did I understand why the System had gritted its teeth and tried to prevent their descent.
They were too powerful, too magnificent, too extraordinary—they had come to dominate one of the very concepts that comprised the vast cosmic order.
To dominate a concept was to transcend the system The Creator had established.
I let out a hollow laugh and asked calmly.
“Solomon said you could certainly fix this situation if you wanted to. What did he mean by that?”
【Yes… if I wanted to fix it, I could fix it.】
I would simply collapse the current universe, redesign and recreate it from the beginning, and this time leave only puppets existing under my dominion.
“Haha. That’s the only method?”
I furrowed my brow and pressed my fingertips against my temples repeatedly.
‘Am I really supposed to shoulder this bomb?’
It was a natural question. The Creator loved and cherished everything he had created, so even knowing their end would be tragic, he could not erase everything and begin anew.
He said there was no other method available to him.
Then if I inherited all his power and position, would a solution appear?
At my unspoken doubt, The Creator chuckled softly.
【Do not worry. If there were no method, I would not have made such a proposal to you, nor would I have inflicted suffering through countless cycles.】
“There is a method?”
【Yes, there is. Because you are different from me.】
I furrowed my brow once more.
“Are you saying I have the personality to destroy the world and recreate it? Of course, I could… but!”
【No, that is not what I mean. Literally, you and I are different. I am merely a primordial being born with only the power of creation. I am praised as great and supreme, but my power is merely that. Of course, with this alone, my strength and status rival any other being.】
However.
【Even with all of that, in the end, all I could do was gather destroyed dimensions and planets cycle after cycle, stuff them into this tower, and preserve the fragments left in the Abyss.】
“Because you can only create, literally.”
【Yes, truthfully, this universe slipped from my grasp the moment I first created it. My System became the law, the order, the concepts that maintain this universe’s structure. I thought that would be sufficient. I was naive. Well, as a result, I failed like this. In any case, this universe is my first masterpiece, and a work I have no confidence I could create again.】
“The reason you refused to create anew?”
【Yes, a newly created universe would be smaller, more trivial, and far less magnificent. I cherish and love not only my creations but my masterpiece itself far too dearly. I do not wish to create it again.】
Every word was shocking, but it made sense. The moment one believes they can control everything is always the most dangerous.
【That is why I sought you out—a variable, an irregularity. You possess the boundless vessel of external power. If you inherit my strength through that power and consume other forces as well?】
“You’re saying that even variables could be managed differently?”
【Yes, even now I could do it. You possess that power—the ability to wield the force of a shattered cycle, do you not?】
“Tai Chi!”
The Wudang Sect! As the forgotten martial art surfaced in my mind, I was startled.
“Could it be that you designed this as well?”
【Did I not tell you? Shin Ju-ha, because I could not control an irregularity like you, the cycle shattered. So how could I have designed your path?】
“Then it was coincidence?”
【Yes, the power of Tai Chi. It vanished completely when the cycle collapsed. Yet somehow, the phantom that exists in the River of Flowing Stars possessed that power intact.】
Hahahaha!
I could not help but laugh.
Hearing my laughter, The Creator rose quietly from his seat, cleared the desk, and stood before me.
【Shin Ju-ha, my successor, my heir, and my contractor. The time has come to fulfill the final clause of our contract.】
At his composed yet relieved voice, I nodded and rose to face him.
Looking up at him—taller than me, unlike the common goblins—I accepted the burden he offered.
【If you, who have accomplished our contract through transcendent achievement, surely you can fulfill the mission I could not.】
“If you transfer everything, what becomes of you?”
【What becomes of me? I simply remain as one of the primordial beings, no longer a Creator God. Did you think I would perish? I too cherish my own life.】
“Kuhkuhkuh. I see. Then rest now. I will handle what comes next.”
【Yes, the inheritance of power will take time. In the alternate dimension I created with a different flow of time, you must refine and adapt to the power. And when all has been completely inherited, accomplish what I could not.】
“Understood.”
A golden, sacred hand rests upon my head. Simultaneously, an immense power penetrates my body.
It was a force of an entirely different magnitude from the fragmented creation I had handled before—yet instinctively, I knew how to wield it.
The Creator then withdrew his hand, his expression relieved, and pushed me back as overwhelming power flooded through me, leaving me unable to focus.
【Be sure to visit the Wudang Sect. Until we meet again.】
With those words, my body was transported to a new dimension.
A period of adaptation—long yet brief—had begun.
Only after refining all the power could I return to the Abyss.

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