I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 68

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Chapter 68. Hidden Stage – Divine Seat: The Penitent Fallen Lamb, Fragment of Azazel
The old man’s body burned away as if its purpose had been fulfilled. The final moments of the Arch Mage who had desired eternal life were nothing short of tragic.
《Why was Azazel able to resurrect?》
Leaving her still bewildered behind, I assessed the headache-inducing situation before me with cold clarity.
I scrolled through the system messages that appeared first, then checked the conditions of the Hidden Stage scenario that materialized at the end.
〚Hidden Stage: Divine Seat: The Penitent Fallen Lamb, Fragment of Azazel
Grade: Mythic
Rank: E+
Description: Azazel, a Fallen Angel who once met his end at the hands of another Divine Seat, has resurrected by tearing through his final contingency and his servant’s body. Though merely a fragment, unable to wield his complete power, even this fragment alone will see you perish like an insect. Slay him.
Objective: Slay Divine Seat: The Penitent Fallen Lamb, Azazel (0/1)
Restrictions: No defense allowed. One attack per turn maximum.
Success: ???
Failure: Annihilation〛
“Defeat a god?”
I’ve never seen such madness. Misfortune has crossed the line. This is insane.
He gave me this as a trial to overcome. Can I really… pull this off?
‘So it’s come to this.’
I closed the System Message while laughing wildly inside.
Azazel, the Fallen Angel now fully revealed, was also laughing with the euphoria of resurrection.
Nine pairs of black and white wings. A pair of ram’s horns extending above his head. A colossal body that towered at least five meters tall.
His mere existence crushed down upon me with overwhelming pressure and dignity, yet I did not break.
〚Authority: The Golden Tower suddenly manifests its mediocre presence, preserving your mind completely intact!〛
〚Authority: Heavenly Fortune grimaces and shields your spirit from nauseating revulsion!〛
〚Authority: Equivalent Exchange, witnessing something less than a maggot, offers your back in support!〛
〚Unique Ability: The Supreme Soul renders your spirit firm and unyielding!〛
Though Misfortune had withdrawn, the remaining abilities held my crumbling body together.
《Ugh…!》
I quickly summoned her, who was clutching her head in agony, into my inventory and sent her to my Territory, then braced myself.
【Hm?】
That was when Azazel’s gaze fell upon me. It was merely a glance, yet the pressure bearing down on me intensified to an entirely different dimension.
“Guh…ugh.”
I was barely holding on. Maintaining consciousness against a fragment of a god was nearly impossible for a mere insect like myself.
Without my authorities and Supreme Soul, it would be impossible. Yet Azazel approached me as if I were amusing, as if I were interesting.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
With each step closer, the agony intensified. Finally, when he arrived before me and looked down, I could no longer resist.
I had no choice but to fall to my knees.
“Cough! Hack.”
To defeat this… it’s truly an impossible trial.
【Insect. How are you even alive? What have you done?】
I was in no position to speak. My mouth wouldn’t even open. All I could do was spit out the blood flowing from my lips and keep my head from touching the ground.
A difference in caliber. The oppressive force born from the disparity in presence was potent enough to assail not merely my flesh, but my very soul.
Fortunately, my abilities shielded my soul perfectly, but in exchange, my body’s defenses weakened, allowing even more devastating pressure to cascade down upon me.
【Remarkable. You harbor three seeds within you? Are you truly insignificant? A Divine Seat fallen into decay, plummeting to the depths? No, no. Your soul is far too diminished and pathetic for that.】
Azazel circled silently around me, appraising me as though I were merchandise on display.
【Yet it is remarkable. For such insignificance to withstand a fragment of divinity—even a shard—with such resilience. Splendid.】
His voice brimmed with genuine admiration and fascination.
【Insignificant one. Become my Avatar.】
And he extended to me a proposal—the position of Divine Avatar.
An Avatar of a Divine Seat; needless to say, an extraordinarily exalted station.
Not merely an unknown deity among countless obscure deities, nor an Apostle who serves a god from afar, but a being who shares all that the god is.
No entity on Earth had ever claimed such a magnificent position. Not in the present, nor in the future before my regression.
I had only witnessed it once—among the countless invaders who assailed Earth in that future, there existed an Avatar of a lower-ranked god.
On the day that Avatar appeared, Earth lost half its S-rank Hunters and two SSS-rank Hunters fell.
Existence itself was absurdity incarnate. And the method by which such impossible power was obtained was merely to become the Avatar of a Divine Seat.
And Azazel had just offered me such a position.
【Do you crave vengeance? Do you wish to condemn those who betrayed and slew your parents? Do you wish to punish those who mocked and humiliated them? Become my Avatar. Then I shall grant you the power and authority to achieve all that you now desire!】
To claim I was unmoved would be a lie. So this is how a Fallen Angel tempts—with the cunning of a demon itself.
“Fuck… off. I’ll… achieve it… with my own strength.”
At my words, Azazel let out a derisive snort and withdrew slightly, simultaneously diminishing the oppressive presence he directed toward me.
“Cough! Cough! Gasp! Damn it, I’m barely holding on.”
I steadied my breathing and forced my trembling body to calm. That creature cannot attack me. Not yet.
It must be due to the System’s restrictions. The System had clearly stated it would allow us each one turn—a battle where defense was impossible.
Ordinarily I would curse such an absurd arrangement, but from the System’s perspective, it was a mercy—better than dying without a single chance to resist.
As for Azazel, if he must accept such restrictions rather than others, he would have no grounds for complaint. In truth, even if he were to resurrect in this manner, his caliber would not remain at Stage-0; he would be banished immediately without recourse.
Yet he did not wish to be banished. Banishment would send him directly to the Realm of Gods, where countless beings still harbored ancient grudges against him. Despite the passage of ages, he could not survive facing them all as merely a fragment.
Thus he had accepted the restrictions. After all, there was no way such insignificance could ever kill him.
Or so he believed. But what if he were to claim such an insignificant being harboring three such immense seeds? Beyond merely gathering other fragments to restore himself, he could ascend even further.
【It seems I must demonstrate what becomes of such a pitiful, feeble creature when possessed of unwavering will. Very well. Do whatever you wish. I shall remain here, unmoved. Should you so much as leave a scratch upon my body, I shall send you back alive.】
Azazel declared this with arrogance and overwhelming majesty.
And this was the opportunity I had been awaiting.
〚Divine Seat: The Penitent Fallen Lamb, Azazel, has made his declaration!〛
〚The System converts Azazel’s declaration into a restriction and imposes it upon him!〛
The protective barrier of demonic energy surrounding Azazel’s body vanished, and his form went rigid—as though inviting me to attack.
His lips curled into a sneer, as though he beheld a foolish insignificance, as though he already knew how this would end.
Witnessing his arrogance, I could not help but smile. He had no idea what awaited him.
“Go ahead. Laugh all you wish.”
This will be your final laugh.
I rose to my feet and opened my inventory, fixing my gaze upon Azazel.
The weapon I had purchased from Gold Ring yesterday for a staggering 10,001 black coins—the ultimate weapon, touching the very limits of Mythic caliber.
“Let us see just how far your will can reach.”
A mythic-rank item materialized in my grasp. The moment that spear revealed itself, Azazel’s face contorted with terror.
As if unable to believe what he was seeing, he alternated his gaze between me and the weapon before crying out urgently.
【W-Wait!!】
“Too late. Let’s see just how strong your will truly is.”
The spear settled firmly into my hand. I assumed a throwing stance and activated the weapon.
〚Divine Artifact: The Holy Spear of Divine Slaying, Longinus [Mythic-EX+] is beginning its activation!〛
〚0%…0.0001%…0.007%…0.009%〛
A spear bearing the grand mythology of having pierced and slain a god—a weapon genuinely capable of divine slaying.
My strongest trump card. I had prepared this move to overcome situations precisely like this, whenever they might arise.
“Never thought I’d use it within a single day.”
The problem was that this spear’s effect came with certain complications. To truly kill a god, I needed to maintain at least an 80% activation rate.
Yet with my current rank and abilities, raising the activation rate by even 0.1% per second was exhausting. Moreover, as the activation rate climbed higher, the rate of increase slowed exponentially.
Still, even at that pace, it surpassed any other weapon I possessed in raw power.
The real problem was buying enough time to activate it when facing a formidable opponent. But the stage had been set in my favor.
The System probably hadn’t considered this when imposing such restrictions, but one thing was certain: this single attack would end him.
The activation rate climbed. Past 1%, then 3%…5%.
【This is insane! How could a mere insect like you possess such a sacred relic! And that spear—it was exiled beyond the Abyss after slaying the great Lord of Heaven! How is this possible?! You’re nothing but vermin who can’t even break the seals the Archangels placed! How do you wield that spear?!】
“Oh! So this is a sealed state?”
Useful information. So even a former angel retains some knowledge.
‘No wonder Gold Ring was whining while selling me this spear—muttering about how vicious it was, how it would drain me to the marrow, how it would take everything.’
I smiled wickedly. It was unmistakable mockery. The activation rate plummeted the moment it surpassed 5%.
As if that marked the limit of my rank, it rose only slowly now, but it didn’t matter. Even if it took months, the spear would eventually activate, and he would die.
Ignoring his luminous screams, I poured every ounce of my strength into accelerating the spear’s activation.
【H-Hahahaha! I understand now! This is all an illusion! I haven’t been resurrected yet! Of course, hahahaha! Damn System! You think showing me such illusions will make me abandon my resurrection! Impossible!】
After roughly half a day passed and the activation rate exceeded 20%, he suddenly began denying the situation. Laughing like a madman, he raved about needing to wake from this illusion.
More time elapsed, and the activation rate surpassed 40%.
【Damn! Damn! Damn it all!!! Why are you doing this to me! What did I do so wrong! I am a god! A great god! You think a mere insect like you can kill me! Ha! You dare challenge me just because you’re holding a sacred relic! You filthy maggot!】
He hurled curses at me while drawing upon his power.
Days passed, and the activation rate exceeded 60%.
【Stop! Stop, fine, I was wrong about everything. I’ll do anything, truly anything. Just put away that cursed spear. What…what do you want? I’ll grant you whatever you desire! Anything except death, I can give you everything! Just trust me. I’m different from other demons and devils!】
“Stop your bullshit. You never intended to let me go even if my attack succeeded.”
【W-What are you talking about! That’s not true!】
“Bullshit. I said I’d let you go, not that I’d do it willingly. And here you are.”
I had felt the unreasonableness of slave contracts in my very bones. Such pathetic tricks wouldn’t work on me.
Even if my attack succeeded and wounded him, he would have pretended to let me go while threatening me with death to become his subordinate.
【Hahahaha! What are you saying! I would never do such a thing. Even if I did, I’m not lying now! You really want revenge, don’t you? If you absorb just one of my fragments, you can do anything you want! Earth? That place is nothing but vermin anyway.】
He attempted to negotiate with me. I continued to ignore him.
And when the activation rate exceeded 80%.
【…What a wretched world. What am I supposed to do about being born into this? I’m not some trash bin that listens to your grievances. What a meaningless world. Ah, it’s all pointless.】
Had he achieved enlightenment? Well, it didn’t matter.
And after more than two weeks had passed, Longinus finally completed its 100% activation.
“Hmm, I deliberately activated it to 100% to test it out….”
Is this okay? I swallowed hard at the overwhelming presence I felt emanating from the spear.
In truth, even activating it to merely 60% would have been more than sufficient to kill Azazel, who was nothing but a fragment.
But I deliberately pushed the spear to its limits as an experiment. And the result was.
【Damn it. Kill me. Kill me. If I’m reborn as another fragment, I’ll definitely hunt you down and tear you to shreds.】
“Is that so? Then I’ll see you later.”
Longinus left my hand, and everything before me was erased from existence.

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