I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 55

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Chapter 55. Chaos and The Sun and
Knock, knock.
—Your purchased item has arrived for delivery.
I put the mask back on and opened my mouth.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and the rabbit-masked male staff member who had guided me earlier entered the room, placing the magical item from the cart onto the table.
“Thank you for using our Black Market auction. Was it an enjoyable experience, esteemed customer?”
“Yes, it was quite entertaining. Spending money, competing, winning the bid—all of it. Everything.”
“I’m so glad you enjoyed it. There are still many more items remaining, so please continue to enjoy yourself. Payment will be automatically deducted the moment the auction ends once you insert your Black Market card into the card reader prepared beside the sofa.”
Ah! A convenient system. A fascinating one at that.
I pulled out the card from my pocket and inserted it into the reader.
“Then I shall take my leave. May you seize the stars you desire.”
The auction continued. Half of the items appeared in rapid, dazzling succession, sold off, and vanished.
A brief intermission was given. Only then did I open my inventory and retrieve the black wings I’d received from the Miracle Guild.
“I’ve already collected two of them.”
A satisfied smile bloomed across my face as I brought the wing item directly toward the magical item resting on the table.
As if it had been waiting, the wing began to greedily absorb the magical essence dwelling within the item.
Crackle. Crackle! Pop!
In an instant, the Unique-grade item drained of all its magical essence shattered into fragments, and the wing blazed with brilliant black light as it began to awaken from its seal.
Slash.
I carefully pricked my fingertip and scattered blood across the wing. As if it had been waiting for this, the wing absorbed even the blood, transforming into black light and merging into my body.
〚Item-Sacred Relic: Seat of Pride, you have become the owner of the fallen angel Lucifer’s twenty-fourth wing [Mythic]!〛
〚The item has been converted into a skill and absorbed into Skill: Wing of Pride [Mythic]!〛
〚Skill: Wing of Pride has risen in rank from D- to D!〛
〚The first wing activates!〛
〚While the wing is active, the rare stat: Sanctity is temporarily manifested!〛
〚While the wing is active, all stats receive an additional bonus of +10!〛
〚Due to low proficiency, active time is limited to 15 minutes! Cooldown is 3 hours!〛
〚The twenty-fourth wing activates!〛
〚While the wing is active, the rare stat: Magical Essence is temporarily manifested!〛
〚While the wing is active, all stats receive an additional bonus of +10!〛
〚Due to low proficiency, active time is limited to 15 minutes! Cooldown is 3 hours!〛
Whoosh!
A pair of wings materialized behind my back.
Light and darkness. Sanctity and magical essence. White and black.
Those two contrasting colors harmonized beautifully, granting me a new power.
〚Item-Sacred Relic: Seat of Pride, you have become the owner of a pair of wings belonging to the fallen angel Lucifer!〛
〚Only the first seal has been released.〛
〚Set Effect-Mythic Stat: Chaos +20 is generated.〛
〚The rare stats Sanctity and Magical Essence from wings 1 and 14 are now permanently bound to Chaos, allowing them to be used without unlocking the skill.〛
Holy power and demonic energy fuse together. Forces of absolute opposition that could never naturally blend become one, transforming into a new power entirely.
Once I sat upon the highest throne as an archangel, but fallen, I now occupy the lowest seat in the deepest abyss as a fallen angel.
The seat of pride—Lucifer’s power now dwells within me.
An overwhelming force surges through my being. Simultaneously, a sense of omnipotence floods my consciousness, intoxicating me with exhilaration.
Yet that omnipotence was short-lived.
“Gaahhh! *Cough* *Cough*!”
My organs suddenly contort violently, my body convulsing as dark blood erupts from my mouth in an instant.
As I expel a mouthful of blackened blood, the truth becomes clear to me.
Dangerous. Unbearable. Something is wrong.
My body’s inability to withstand the mythic-grade stat Chaos is not the issue here.
‘The Sun!’
Two forces stemming from the same origin collide violently within me. The Sun and Chaos, both existing within the category of mana, clash as each insists upon its own supremacy, and the shockwave reverberates directly through my body.
Normally, the higher-ranked force should erase the lower and claim its place, but these two stats are of equal rank. Yet the system—my body—refuses to allow me to use these powers separately.
“Gaaahhhhh!!”
The agony coursing through me feels like it will truly kill me.
‘What do I do?’
I never anticipated this. The pain is too overwhelming to think clearly. I collapse to the ground, convulsing as I continue to cough up blackened blood.
‘There must be a way…!’
With trembling lips, I barely manage to speak a single answer.
“E…equivalent…exchange…”
〚Unique Ability: Equivalent Exchange LV1 establishes the scales of equivalence!〛
〚Unique Ability: Equivalent Exchange LV1 gathers all experience and rises to LV2!〛
〚Upon rising to Equivalent Exchange LV2, permanent equivalent exchange becomes possible in special circumstances.〛
〚Upon rising to Equivalent Exchange LV2, a portion of the price paid through equivalent exchange can now be permanently preserved.〛
I cannot think clearly. Somehow I’ve activated the ability, but no more words escape my lips.
I cry out in my mind: find a way to end this agony!
I cannot surrender. If this continues, I will inevitably lose one of these powers—either Chaos or The Sun—forever. But that is unacceptable.
Even if I cancel the skill, the stats gained from the set effect will not disappear.
Ultimately, I must choose: abandon one of them, or perish while greedily grasping for both.
‘No, absolutely not!’
After everything I’ve sacrificed to obtain these! I cannot simply discard them like this.
Even through the agony, I steel my resolve. I bite my tongue hard, using the pain itself to sharpen my mind, and barely manage to open my mouth.
“End…this situation!”
〚The caster’s request is placed upon the left scale!〛
〚Left side: Permanent mutual cancellation of the mythic-grade stat The Sun and the mythic-grade stat Chaos〛
〚The price to be placed on the right side is determined to balance the scales.〛
〚Right side: One item of mythic-grade or higher rank〛
Damn! The price is insane. A mythic-grade item, no less.
〚Will you use Equivalent Exchange?〛
I have no choice but to decide. There will be a loss regardless. If I must abandon something, then sacrificing an item is the only rational choice.
I only have one, but there’s definitely a Mythic-grade item in my possession.
〚Item: The Sun’s Rarest Eye [Mythic]〛
What a waste. Damn it all. This item holds such immense value, and I have to consume it for this trivial variable!
Perhaps sensing my frustration, Equivalent Exchange began to act on its own.
〚Unique Ability: Equivalent Exchange grumbles that this isn’t a fair trade and forcibly takes action.〛
〚Item: The Sun’s Rarest Eye is placed on the right scale.〛
As befits an Primordial-grade ability whose very existence borders on the unknowable, an ability with the greatest potential to grow into a divine authority, I already knew from last time that it possessed consciousness. But I never expected it to be this forceful.
Actually, being robbed like this against my will hurts less than the alternative.
The translucent disc hovering above my head crumbled to ash with a soft sound and vanished. Simultaneously, Equivalent Exchange’s power extended toward the two stats clashing and radiating chaotically within my body.
Equivalent Exchange forcibly suppressed the collision of the two stats, ending the pain, then forced another choice upon me.
〚Your current proficiency cannot allow two Mythic-grade stats to coexist.〛
〚Mythic Stat: The Sun. Mythic Stat: Chaos. To nullify the permanent repulsion, one must consume the other.〛
〚Choose. One stat will ascend one tier.〛
I bit my lip and made my decision.
‘Besides, this stat has better synergy with that class anyway.’
Since it won’t disappear entirely but merely be absorbed, I can still use it to some degree, so there’s no real problem.
“I choose Chaos.”
〚Unique Ability: Equivalent Exchange (Primordial) manifests at full power!〛
〚Stat: Chaos (Mythic) evolves into Stat: Pride (Primordial)!〛
〚Stat: The Sun (Mythic) is absorbed into Stat: Pride (Primordial)!〛
The tier and power of Chaos surged dramatically, and it consumed the relatively diminished and weakened Sun entirely.
〚Current Stat: Pride (Primordial) exists in an unstable, imbalanced state.〛
〚Stat: The Sun (Mythic) is a light-related stat. Acquire and absorb a darkness-related Mythic-grade stat to stabilize it.〛
“Damn it. If I’m receiving a Mythic-grade item as tribute, you should throw in this much as a bonus.”
Where am I supposed to get another Mythic-grade stat?
Despite my grumbling, I pushed myself up, but my expression wasn’t grim. That’s because I already knew how to obtain a Mythic-grade stat—specifically, one from the darkness attribute.
“That class grants a Mythic-grade stat, right?”
It was darkness-related. Well, to be precise, the tier of that stat and The Sun transcended the simple light-and-darkness dichotomy, but I’ll call it that for convenience.
Did Equivalent Exchange anticipate even this and arrange this solution? Or is it mere coincidence?
Since these unique abilities possess consciousness like divine authorities, I can’t help but grow suspicious.
Bad Luck is a divine authority wearing the mask of a unique ability, so that much makes sense.
But Equivalent Exchange is incomprehensible. It’s a unique ability, so it shouldn’t reveal consciousness, yet it seems to pierce through that restriction with overwhelming power and tier.
“I don’t understand it. Either way, it’s beneficial.”
A Primordial-grade stat, no less. For something obtained by consuming a single Mythic-grade item, it’s almost excessive.
〚You have acquired Primordial-grade Stat: Pride F (50+20/100)!〛
〚One pending Quest’s tier and rank increase! You can confirm the details upon entering the Abyss!〛
〚The remnants of a great being long since perished gaze upon you, who inherits their power through two wings.〛
〚Skill: Heart of the Colossus designates Stat: Chaos!〛
〚Stat: Infinity (Mythic) rises to F (50+20/100)!〛
With the Heart of the Colossus, an additional 20 stat points were granted. As my body underwent another growth, the damage I’d just sustained from the pain vanished in an instant.
I raised my hand with satisfaction, drawing forth the power of Pride.
A dense, pure ashen aura—far more concentrated than the chaos that had mingled light and darkness.
“This is Lucifer’s true power.”
A strength that could never be wielded with merely two pairs of wings. True power that could only be obtained after gathering all twenty-four wings and acquiring Lucifer’s other legacies.
Ordinarily, this overwhelming force could only be used by those granted a seat among the Seven Deadly Sins.
“The Sun should be able to wield it as well.”
Of course, this was a completely different Sun than before. The sun that rose from my palm had become far more sacred and radiant than ever.
A sun forged from holiness rather than flame, one might say.
I erased the blood scattered across the floor with The Sun, then released the tension from my body with a satisfied expression, exhaling a deep breath of relief.

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