I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 41

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Chapter 41. Dungeon Clear
〚Ancient-Rank [F]-LV 3: Spear-form Parasitic Worm defeated!〛
〚Contribution: 100%〛
〚Rewards: Yellow Coin×1, Ancient-Rank [F] Magic Stone×1, Item: Formless Fragrance [Unique-EX], Item: Essence Orb [Ancient-SS+]〛
〚Remarkable Achievement!〛
〚You have annihilated the Blight that once led countless races to ruin!〛
〚Title acquired: Blight Terminator [Heroic-SSS]!〛
“Huh…?”
As I slowly opened my eyes, startled by something hurtling toward me, I found the new Queen’s formidable and overwhelming hand descending upon my head as if to crush it.
Caught off guard by this alarming situation, I tumbled backward in panic.
“Gasp!”
I couldn’t help but be alarmed. If that hand caught me, I would meet death without so much as a whimper.
The overwhelming power the new Queen displayed was truly awe-inspiring.
When I opened my eyes, the Queen observed my pupils for a moment, then—her expression shifting to one of surprise—withdrew the hand she’d extended toward me.
-How did you…manage that?
Was she referring to killing the Spear-form Parasitic Worm?
I had my suspicions, but to confirm precisely, I reviewed the entire reward message.
〚Unique Ability: Misfortune gazes down upon the Spear-form Parasitic Worm attempting to seize the mind as if it were contemptible!〛
〚Individual: The Spear-form Parasitic Worm senses indescribable murderous intent and drowns in the terror of the abyss!〛
〚Authority: Heavenly Fortune regards the Spear-form Parasitic Worm attempting to seize the mind with utter indifference!〛
〚Individual: The Spear-form Parasitic Worm is crushed beneath a vast and overwhelming presence, crying out in agony!〛
〚Authority: The Golden Tower deigns not to notice such insignificant vermin!〛
〚Individual: The Spear-form Parasitic Worm beholds what it should not, and its soul is torn asunder—it shrieks in unbearable anguish!〛
〚Unique Ability: The Supreme Soul rejects the foolish vermin that dared offend the dignity of great Authority!〛
〚Stat: Indomitable aids the Supreme Soul!〛
〚Individual: The Spear-form Parasitic Worm is annihilated!〛
The Spear-form Parasitic Worm—that creature which burrows into a host’s body and seizes control of their mind and consciousness, bending them to its will—had always belittled its prey, conquering and consuming their minds.
But this time, it was mistaken. It had entered somewhere it should never have ventured.
‘No, if it had been a purely mental attack, it might have had some effect…’
Misfortune and Heavenly Fortune, the Golden Tower—these abilities bore no relation to mental attacks, so they offered little direct defense against them. Ultimately, mental assaults could only be repelled by the power of the Supreme Soul and the Indomitable stat.
But the Spear-form Parasitic Worm was different. It had crossed a line.
Not content with merely seizing my mind, it had ventured deeper still—into my very psyche itself—in an attempt to control all of me. And within that psyche dwelt my abilities.
Arrogant and ferocious, Misfortune—true to its nature—regarded the Spear-form Parasitic Worm attempting to infiltrate the mind as nothing more than a plaything, watching it with contempt.
Heavenly Fortune, benevolent yet not gentle, afflicted with apathy, silently gazed down upon the insignificant creature that dared disturb its rest.
The Golden Tower—the mightiest and most taciturn of authorities—showed not even a glimmer of interest in the Spear-form Parasitic Worm, as if the creature were beneath its notice, despite the infamy it had earned by leading countless races to ruin.
Reading the displeasure of these authorities, the Supreme Soul fulfilled its role, and only then could the Spear-form Parasitic Worm meet its end.
“I believe it’s because I possess a unique ability that reinforces mental barriers.”
It wasn’t a lie. Though the Spear-form Parasitic Worm chose death of its own accord, crushed beneath the authorities, it was ultimately the Supreme Soul—my unique ability—that delivered the final blow.
-I see. You possess far greater abilities than I anticipated. Our race, meanwhile, possessed nothing but crude strength—no mental barriers whatsoever. We could never have withstood such an attack.
The new Queen murmured this with a note of regret and disdain, then took several steps back from me and bowed her head. It was a gesture of gratitude.
—Thank you for giving me life. I, Beatrice, do solemnly swear that I shall forever be your ally. Human Shin Ju-ha.
The moment her words concluded, a new title was inscribed upon my status window.
〚Extraordinary Achievement!〛
〚A new lifeform possessing the potential and qualities to become legendary has sworn eternal alliance to you!〛
〚Title Acquired: Beatrice’s Ally [Unique-EX]〛
That was the end of it. The newly named Queen, having sworn her oath, vanished in search of a new nest, and as a portal opened behind me, this wretched dungeon was finally, completely cleared.
With my exhausted and wounded body, I forced myself upright, dragged the two unconscious figures with one hand while gripping my younger sibling with the other, and hurled myself into the shimmering portal. There, I finally released the tension and surrendered to unconsciousness.
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Meanwhile, at that very moment, the Miracle Guild was teetering on the edge of madness. Five days had already passed.
From the Guild Master down to the lowest-ranking members, the atmosphere had naturally descended into something resembling a funeral home, and the vultures—those parasitic opportunists—had begun circling around the guild, sensing something amiss.
“Still nothing?”
On the top floor of Miracle Hospital, in the Guild Master’s office, Ki So-young, who had been anxiously drumming her fingers on the table, finally broke her silence with that question.
“…I apologize. Still nothing…”
Cruel hope. If only the Hunters inside the dungeon had all perished, allowing for re-entry, she could abandon everything and surrender to despair. But the dungeon still existed, and entry remained impossible.
What that meant was singular and absolute: they were still fighting desperately and agonizingly within that abyss.
Including her beloved, adorable niece.
Yet Ki So-young knew the truth. It was merely a struggle. With only those three, there was no conceivable way to clear a Unique-D+ ranked dungeon while protecting a single patient.
Min Cho-rong, called a Saint candidate and now virtually certain to inherit the mantle of England’s first-generation Saint—now deceased—would perish in that darkness.
Ki So-young clenched her fists tightly. Min Cho-rong was the only blood relative her sister had left behind.
‘Sister…’
Her sister, who had always carried an apologetic heart. A woman who had sacrificed everything from childhood for her one and only younger sibling, and who was finally finding love and happiness—only for darkness in the form of a dungeon to engulf their family.
After her awakening, her niece had miraculously escaped the dungeon through some inexplicable stroke of fortune and barely survived. But her brother-in-law and sister had lost their lives.
And at that moment, she had not been there. She had been away in England, pursuing what she believed to be the most important endeavor of her life—the Saint selection competition.
How she had lamented it. What was this Saint status worth? Her petty ambition had cost her the one person who was her only blood relative and her entire world.
All she could do was calm her orphaned niece when she wailed, searching for her mother and father, by casting mental stabilization buffs.
Fortunately or unfortunately, her niece had erased those painful, traumatic memories from her own mind, and had grown up happily under Ki So-young’s care, eventually rising to the position of next Saint through her overwhelming talent.
And now! Again! Again!
“Damn this dungeon. Damn these monsters. Damn this fate.”
As if the world itself decreed that Min Cho-rong should not exist. Just as that dungeon had swallowed her parents and vanished without consequence, now it was reaching out its claws toward her small, fragile niece once more.
This time, unlike before, even a miracle seemed impossibly distant.
In that moment of absolute darkness, the office door burst open and a guild member rushed in.
“G-Guild Master!”
At the man’s urgent cry, Ki So-young rose from her seat, and with trembling eyes, she held back the words that should never be spoken, the despair that dwelled in her heart.
Yet despair did not dwell in the guild member’s eyes. Instead, they held urgency, desperation, and the faintest glimmer—a mere speck of hope.
“The dungeon… the dungeon is beginning to change!”
Ki So-young was bewildered. What nonsense was this? The dungeon changing?
“Something inside must have been discovered or triggered! A Hidden Stage may have opened! Could it be… could the dungeon’s rank actually decrease?!”
Her mind snapped to attention. She understood why hope had ignited in the guild member’s eyes.
It was not unheard of. In the Abyss and in dungeons alike, when a Hidden Stage activates, the rank or grade of the entire zone often rises or falls.
Ki So-young bolted from the office. Without even properly fastening her slippers, she ran barefoot, descended the floors, and arrived before the VIP Room.
And I witnessed it. The transformed Dungeon.
The result was catastrophic. The Dungeon had grown larger, more vivid, and harbored even greater malice.
Unique-C
The danger level had risen by merely one grade, yet even that felt like despair itself to Ki So-young.
“Ah…ahhhhh!! Cho-rong!!”
Tears began streaming down her eyes. The Dungeon trembled with unease and ominous foreboding, as if declaring that hope was something you could never possess…offering only despair in its stead.
‘Please. Please. Please. Heaven. God. Anyone. Please. Save my niece.’
Ki So-young could do nothing. To avoid experiencing such circumstances again, she had abandoned her position as the Saint and returned to her niece’s side, building this Guild, this power, this strength.
Yet again, she was too late. The strength and authority she had accumulated, the Guild itself—all of it had failed her once more.
There was nothing left to rely on. Prayer was all she could do.
Despair consumed her. Everyone watching the Guild Master’s state exhaled sighs of sympathy.
Those who knew of her past pitied her especially. The experience of losing one’s only blood relative twice was something no human could endure without suffering.
The Dungeon continued to surge with ominous energy, trembling as if displaying the violence and desperation within.
Time passed. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, in that long yet fleeting stretch of time!
The Dungeon lurched violently once more. Another transformation!
All eyes converged. And the Dungeon expanded further. Grew more vivid. Became more intense.
Yet something was different. Despite its rank and danger level both rising, the Dungeon no longer emanated that ominous dread.
“Wh…what is this?”
“What? What am I looking at?”
“I’m not the only one feeling this, right? Can a Dungeon be like this?”
“A Dungeon without dread. Is it because of the Hidden Stage? I’m dying to know what’s happening inside!”
“Guild Master! There’s still hope!”
The confusion was brief. The Dungeon that had been surging violently and expanding suddenly halted, then began shrinking rapidly, returning to its original state…!
Screech!
The lock that should never open broke free, and from within emerged three figures covered entirely in wounds and a single capsule, still functioning despite its filthy state.

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