I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95. The Ancient Abyss Crawler—Imoogi (4)
The moment the Demon Deriachs’s fragment was placed on the left scale, balancing the scales that had tilted, her soul beside me was sucked directly into my body as light and darkness poured down from the heavens toward me.
“Ahhhhh…!”
My consciousness sinks beneath an overwhelming surge of exaltation. It feels like something I experienced once before. Something warm and comforting envelops my soul.
The consciousness of the human Shin Ju-ha safely retreated into the mindscape, and the soul ??? filled the vacant vessel.
“What is this?”
“What is that thing? That spear just now—that was its doing, wasn’t it?”
“Right! That spear from before—the one used against the Dangun Guild!”
“Could it be…? Is that thing protecting us? Damn it! Are we actually going to survive?!”
“Please! Please! Save us!”
In the depths of despair and darkness, hope and light become irresistible bait too precious to ignore. This overwhelming display only made their yearning more desperate.
Every hunter’s gaze turned skyward. Even Dangun Ji-hyuk could not tear his eyes away, and instead found himself gazing upward as well.
Light and darkness. Good and evil. Sanctity and demonic power.
Two contrasting forces poured down like spotlights overhead. As if to fill the imbalance of two and four wings, additional wings burst forth, revealing a total of ten pairs.
The small, delicate wings grew several times brighter and darker, expanding to tremendous size.
Hair lengthened beneath the concealed mask, and the body grew slightly larger—as if synchronizing the wavelengths of soul and flesh.
Simultaneously, the eyes that had been closed beneath the mask snapped open. Odd eyes containing light and darkness revealed themselves, and the descent was complete.
At that very moment, a message appeared before everyone.
〚Mythic(Myth)-Rank SSS+(Sealed-F-)-The light and darkness of worthless destruction has descended!〛
It was a proclamation. A signal that a great being would surely be resurrected someday.
The epithet of the descended being was etched clearly into everyone’s minds. How could they possibly forget?
The form now visible to them was nothing short of a god itself. No—it was a god.
The Divine Seat. The mysterious existence known by that name had revealed itself.
〚Bow in reverence!〛
Even the System showed her deference. Though she had not yet fully recovered her memories, body, and power—sealed as they were—her rank remained undiminished.
This was different from when I defeated the dark mage before. The moment she recovered fragments of memory, she began to reclaim herself.
Once one reaches the Mythic rank, their very existence becomes an irresistible law and truth.
【Hmm… The air I feel after so long is not entirely pleasant. What a pity.】
At her single utterance, the mana composing the world trembles. The air purifies itself, and the sky darkened by the Imoogi’s flames clears.
Divine Speech. The surroundings transformed and moved in response to the god’s words.
Satisfied with the phenomenon before her, she gazed at the epithet floating in her vision and murmured softly.
【The light and darkness of worthless destruction, is this one of my epithets?】
She does not know her own true name, yet she understands. Her epithets are not merely one. Though the memories elude her, it is certain.
【I like it.】
She extends her hand. The monsters that had been rushing toward the humans, driven mad by the overwhelming madness dwelling in the buffs scattered by the Imoogi, froze solid, unable to even consider moving.
It was a different kind of pressure than the Imoogi’s roar. There was no need for such crude displays of force.
She need only observe and watch. With that alone, they were denied even the right to breathe.
Their minds shattered, their bodies crumbled, and their mana reversed course, bursting outward.
The result of an overwhelming difference in rank. Yet she had no intention of being satisfied with merely this.
【Trivial and weak.】
At that single word, thousands of monsters in the front ranks perished without even understanding what had struck them. They simply vanished, leaving no trace behind.
Though they had disappeared, everyone instinctively knew the truth—they were dead.
Satisfied with the sight before her, the Fallen Angel’s gaze soon shifted toward the Imoogi.
【Yes, there you are. That filthy serpent my contractor begged me to kill.】
For the Imoogi, this was a taste of death itself. I had fled from tumbling boulders, only to find a mountain—so vast I could scarcely perceive its full size—now descending upon me.
I felt no resentment, only a hollow laugh escaping my lips. I had already sensed my death. This was a fate that could not be reversed or altered.
Death had already been decided.
The boulder had offered me a chance; the mountain would not. To the boulder, I remained visible; to the mountain, I was merely a contemptible insect. It did not even deign to speak—it simply crushed.
【Ah… how cruel fate truly is.】
Those were my final words. After nearly ten thousand years of existence, yearning to become a true dragon—such was the calamity’s end. As the Fallen Angel’s hand moved, a force coalesced in the void and swallowed the Imoogi whole.
That was the end. The Imoogi was dead. Obliterated. Not even a soul remained.
As if to demonstrate that worthlessness equals nothingness itself.
Not a single drop of blood, not a single scale, not a single fang was left behind. One might have lamented this—the corpse of a calamity-class beast would have held immense value.
Yet the Hunters could not even entertain such thoughts. No fool would dare level such absurd accusations at a Divine Seat.
The calamity had ended. The System Message paused, as if organizing this drastically altered situation, and the Fallen Angel’s gaze shifted.
Her eyes came to rest upon the distant Imoogi’s Domain. There, a small figure caught her attention.
An alien strength emanating from this world. An aura that could not be concealed. A being that gazed upon this place as though it were the very source of this incident.
【So a wretched lizard dared attempt to kill my contractor.】
The Fallen Angel instantly discerned the Entity’s true nature. The Entity, growing tense, shed its robe and revealed itself.
A dragon with a pair of crimson eyes and crimson horns. Polymorphed into human form.
A male body with the height and appearance of a middle schooler at best.
“Why would a Divine Seat’s avatar manifest in such a small, insignificant world? And not merely manifest, but descend? And possess divine artifacts at that? Not even inferior ones, but supreme-grade divine artifacts?!”
【How could a mere insect comprehend the will of a great being? I have long known of your lizard kind’s arrogance and insolence. But this exceeds all bounds.】
The Entity’s lips twisted in fury as flames erupted from its body.
“A mere half-wit who has lost all power and retains only rank! How dare you insult the great Red Dragon clan! A worm that fell to desire, incomplete even in death, you fool!”
【You would do well to watch your tongue.】
Power moved. The Entity reflexively dodged, but perfect evasion was impossible.
Crack!
The force imbued with worthlessness severed the Entity’s left arm. Staring at the now-empty left shoulder, the Entity shrieked in agony.
Experiencing helplessness and pain for the first time in its existence, reason shattered. Fury surged, and its true nature emerged.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn this half-wit worm! The Lord, the elders will not forgive this! How dare you touch a hatchling like me! Are you not afraid of a dragon’s wrath? The dimension where your avatar dwells shall be annihilated!”
【Arrogant lizard, born mighty from the start. What do you think of a god, a Fallen Angel? Do you truly believe such threats will work on me? The Lord will act? If you wish for all-out war with the Demon Realm, I shall oblige. How presumptuous. If war is inevitable, then this time I shall ensure your true death.】
As the Fallen Angel’s hand began to move again, the dragon acted.
Was it the instinct of self-preservation? Reason, which had briefly malfunctioned, swiftly returned, and it made its judgment.
It was instantaneous. A portal opened behind it, and the Entity fled along with its subordinates.
Watching them vanish rapidly, the Fallen Angel withdrew her hand. In truth, everything she had said and done was bluffing.
A lie. She could no longer wield power. She had already drawn upon more strength than was permitted.
Descent did not grant her the power she had lost, and relying on rank alone against a dragon would likely result in her defeat.
Had the opponent been a dragon with even modest experience, it would not have been caught off guard so easily. Instead, it would have seized the opportunity to hunt a god.
They were an irregular species that possessed ancient to legendary-grade rank from birth.
My strength begins to wane. Control over the body slips away. The original owner’s consciousness surfaces. Her allotted time has come to an end.
The Fallen Angel savors this living, breathing sensation one last time, drawing in a deep breath.
《Ah… sigh. What a shame.》
She returns to her spectral form.
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A Calamity-class monster lies dead. Slain by a single person. The Hunters who had delivered stirring speeches and vowed to mount a desperate last stand watch in bewilderment as the Calamity vanishes in an instant.
“Hmm… why does it feel so hollow? Unsettling, I suppose?”
One Hunter’s words sparked murmurs throughout the crowd. Complaints, yes—but pleasant ones.
Complaints born from the joy of survival. Dangun Cheonje made no move to silence them. He understood the terror and dread they had endured, and allowed them this release.
The Fallen Angel had swept away every monster charging at the front, and by slaying the Imoogi, there would be no further waves.
He withdrew his magical power and descended to the ground. Behind him, I—now bearing only six wings—descended as well.
“I have many questions, but they seem pointless now. First, let me express my gratitude. I owe you a debt of life. Thank you. You are a hero—one who has saved not only these lives, but all of South Korea.”
I smiled as I watched Dangun Cheonje bow his head, and the Hunters approaching one by one to offer their thanks. Of course, my mask concealed my expression from their view.
I was happy. I had become their hero.
A hero worthy of gratitude, like my parents once were.
“I should be the one thanking you. In that moment of despair, you stepped forward and rallied everyone with your words—I was deeply moved. You were magnificent. I was reminded once again why you are Dangun Cheonje, why everyone respects you. You embodied the Hunter I’ve always dreamed of becoming. While it’s true that I saved these people, you gave me courage and hope.”
I extended my hand. Dangun Ji-hyuk smiled faintly and grasped it. After a brief exchange, I released my grip and reached into the empty air.
As Longinus was retrieved, I took one last look at Dangun Cheonje beginning the cleanup efforts, then led my weary body toward the tent.

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