I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 100

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#Chapter 100.
The undead I had dragged along were slaughtered to the last.
The monster I had reserved as my trump card fell in a single strike. In such circumstances, there was no reason for any fighting spirit to remain.
But that was only from the Male Ranker’s perspective.
“Still, isn’t he surrendering a bit too easily?”
Jung Han-sung gazed down at the Male Ranker with cold eyes, wondering if there was some hidden scheme at play.
“If you try anything funny, even slightly…”
The Male Ranker then flinched and waved his hands frantically.
“There’s no more scheming, I swear! I’ll, I’ll disarm myself! I’ll put everything in my inventory!”
“No. Don’t put them in your inventory—lay them down beside you.”
At those words, the Male Ranker hurriedly set down the staff he was holding and pressed himself flat against the ground once more.
Then Onyx clicked his tongue and spoke.
―Doesn’t seem like there’s any scheme at all, really.
“Hmm.”
―Aren’t you viewing this through the lens of a master? Most people treasure their own lives above all else.
He was right.
Had I been in the same situation, I would have fought with every means at my disposal until the very end.
That’s why this immediate surrender felt strange to me.
But upon careful inspection, there was nothing particularly suspicious.
Eventually, I decided to accept the surrender and pulled a rope from my inventory.
It wasn’t just an ordinary rope—it was one of the artifacts I had obtained from a random box, possessing a powerful binding effect.
The downside to its potent effect was that it required the target’s consent.
“Do you consent to being restrained?”
“Yes!”
Since he had already surrendered, the Male Ranker nodded without hesitation.
The fact that I was brandishing the sword in my hand with clear intent to strike also played a role.
I threw the rope at him immediately after obtaining his consent.
Whoosh!
The rope then moved of its own accord, coiling around the Male Ranker’s body.
I waited, then grasped the end of the rope in my hand and spoke.
“Get up. We’ll discuss the details as we go.”
“Yes!”
Before leaving the area, I surveyed the surrounding Grassland and cleanly disposed of all traces of the battle.
I gathered everything in one spot and buried it.
Of course, I took several precautions to ensure no other problems would arise. I could handle additional cleanup later.
“He looks exactly like the one who was hitting the barrier. What’s your relationship?”
On the way back, I immediately interrogated him.
The Male Ranker answered simply to that question.
“A, a clone, sir.”
“A clone? For something like that, it seemed quite vivid. It even used spells.”
“That was misdirection. In reality, all the spells I cast there were pre-prepared to activate with just a trigger word.”
“Is that so? And giving orders and such?”
“Y-yes, only simple commands were possible. But the clone didn’t need to move with perfect precision anyway….”
Hearing those words, I reflected on the matter—the clone’s movements had indeed been remarkably simple.
All it did was issue continuous attack commands, followed by a final self-destruct order.
‘I thought he was acting with such confidence because he had some hidden trump card up his sleeve.’
In a way, I seemed to have judged my opponent by an excessively high standard.
Since everyone I’d faced thus far had been extraordinary, I’d simply assumed this one would be the same.
‘Though, thinking about it, this one’s strength wasn’t exactly weak either.’
Jung Han-sung was preparing to ask another question while entertaining these thoughts.
But then.
“Brother!”
A resonant voice echoed from the distance.
Turning in that direction, I saw Cheon-ung waving his hand as he rushed toward me, with a swarm of other undead trailing behind him.
It appeared he’d sprinted over the moment the battle concluded.
Jung Han-sung let out a quiet chuckle and spoke to the figure beside him.
“We’ll conduct a detailed interrogation once we return. Don’t try anything foolish.”
“Y-yes!”
Thus, my first territorial battle came to an end.
* * *
The Village contained several vacant buildings.
Since the population had been growing steadily, many structures had been constructed in advance.
“Only a single prisoner, then.”
I hadn’t anticipated needing to use an empty building for this purpose so soon.
Before me stood the battle’s sole captive, bound with restraint rope and fitted with both a mana-suppression device and an artifact preventing external escape.
It was confinement so thorough that escape was utterly impossible.
The prisoner remained with a thoroughly dejected expression, staring only at the floor.
“I never expected all of them to be undead.”
Cheon-ung spoke to me with his arms crossed.
True to his words, the forces he’d brought were entirely undead. The clone had vanished the moment combat ended.
Thus, the only prisoner was the one I’d captured myself.
“Indeed. Well, at least we’ve captured the most important one.”
Jung Han-sung gestured for Cheon-ung to take a seat, then settled into my own chair and began speaking.
“First, your name.”
“B-Bargenthor, sir.”
The prisoner, having revealed his name as Bargenthor, cautiously lifted his head to gauge the expressions of Jung Han-sung and Cheon-ung.
Jung Han-sung addressed Bargenthor once more.
“First, why did you target our Territory? And how did you learn of its location?”
These were the most critical questions.
Understanding the route through which he’d discovered the Territory’s location and precisely what he’d come seeking would allow me to anticipate and prepare for any future attacks.
Bargenthor hesitated at Jung Han-sung’s question before finally speaking.
“I received a revelation.”
“A revelation?”
“Yes. Not long ago, I visited the Pantheon, and there I received instructions from someone in exchange for a powerful blessing. I accepted it.”
“And that instruction was to attack my territory?”
“Precisely. More accurately, I was ordered to subjugate territories near my own.”
“Where is your territory?”
“Over there, beyond the mountain range to the south. About four hours’ walk from here.”
“How did you know there was a territory here?”
“After receiving the instructions, I conducted reconnaissance throughout the surrounding area. I noticed that this region was unusually devoid of monsters, so I investigated it intensively.”
“I see.”
The area around here was indeed remarkably clean. I regularly swept away the monsters.
With so few monsters in this vicinity, it was naturally conspicuous.
Jung Han-sung paused to gather his thoughts, then posed another question.
“The one who gave that instruction—is he the master of Manma?”
Bargenthor’s eyes widened slightly at Jung Han-sung’s question.
Even before he answered, his reaction suggested he already knew what I would say.
“How… how did you know?”
As expected.
The master of Manma. That was another name for Evil God Sargon.
At this point, there was no one else who harbored such intense hostility toward Jung Han-sung.
‘He cannot directly intervene in the Unclaimed Territory, so he supported someone else indirectly instead.’
A god or transcendent being.
Their power was formidable, but they could not intervene with climbers arbitrarily.
This situation fell precisely within the bounds of what was permissible.
The bestowal of power was conducted through the Pantheon, and the instructions given were not specifically aimed at Jung Han-sung.
It was merely an order to subjugate nearby territories.
‘Though he certainly selected someone positioned near me and supported them in this way.’
In any case, it meant no violation of the rules.
“What blessing was granted? Did the master of Manma also bestow the necromancy?”
“No. I belong to the Necromancer School even outside The Tower. The blessing I received was…”
Bargenthor answered Jung Han-sung’s question earnestly.
The blessing he received bore the grandiose name ‘Turbid Current of Manma’.
“A powerful ability created by gathering numerous corpses, condensing grudges and resentment, and processing them through various stages.”
“So it cannot be deployed immediately.”
“Correct.”
The turbid current thus created dwells within a host, strengthening the host, and when the host becomes incapacitated, they condense among themselves to exert tremendous power.
Though there are various restrictions, it is certainly a formidable ability.
‘It feels like an ability deliberately chosen to torment me in every way possible.’
The power bestowed through the Pantheon requires karma from its target.
That restriction was powerful enough that even a Transcendent couldn’t grant an ability of such overwhelming strength in exchange for a pittance of karma.
In that sense, the Myriad Gods’ turbid current must have granted the strongest possible ability in consideration of the karma this Bargenthor possessed.
“I….”
At that moment, Cheon-ung, who had been listening to the conversation, carefully opened his mouth.
“What do you mean by the Necromancer School?”
“Hm? Ah.”
Jung Han-sung realized that Cheon-ung didn’t know about ‘that’ fact, so he looked at Bargenthor and asked.
“Where are you from?”
“Pardon? My origin?”
“Yes.”
“The Defaletia Kingdom…. That’s where I’m from.”
Cheon-ung’s face grew even more confused at that answer.
He didn’t know.
That The Tower was connected to multiple dimensions. And that Bargenthor was a person from a different dimension.
Meanwhile, Jung Han-sung had realized it immediately upon hearing that he was from the Necromancer School.
“I’ll explain the details a bit later.”
“Ah, understood.”
Since it wasn’t the kind of story to explain at length in front of an interrogation subject, Jung Han-sung cut it short and looked back at Bargenthor.
“First, let’s set aside the rest for now and organize the important matters.”
Jung Han-sung asked Bargenthor.
“You invaded my territory and fought a territorial war, then lost. Do you acknowledge this?”
“…Yes. I acknowledge it.”
“For now, I won’t kill you. Instead, I’ll take everything you have as the victor’s right.”
Territorial wars happened frequently in the Unclaimed Territory. And there were certain rules that had been established to some degree.
The victor’s right that Jung Han-sung mentioned was one of them.
“You will surrender your Core to me and transfer all rights regarding your territory. Furthermore, you are permanently forbidden from approaching my territory, and you are prohibited from causing any direct or indirect harm or damage to it. Your release is set for three days from now, and during that time, the loser must answer all questions truthfully and sincerely without deception.”
The loser surrenders everything to the victor in exchange for saving their life.
This was a transaction that could satisfy both victor and loser.
The loser could at least save their life.
The victor could receive compensation exceeding the damage incurred from the battle. It also prevented the opponent from seeking revenge.
And there was one more thing.
Generally, what was received was everything related to the territory, but the victor could demand one item from the loser’s personal possessions.
“Finally, transfer your necromantic knowledge to me.”
And Jung Han-sung demanded the opponent’s necromantic knowledge, which had been quite impressive.
Bargenthor opened and closed his mouth as if trying to say something, but ultimately bowed his head.
“…Yes. I accept all the conditions.”
“Good. Then let’s proceed with the contract immediately.”
Jung Han-sung said so and pulled out a contract from his inventory.
It was a high-grade contract typically used for such agreements.
“Hereby, Bargenthor, as the loser, transfers his Core and everything regarding his territory, as well as his necromantic knowledge, to the victor, and henceforth regarding this territory….”
Jung Han-sung recited all the conditions he had mentioned earlier.
“…Violation of these terms shall result in your eternal annihilation. Do you consent?”
“Yes. I consent.”
With Bargenthor’s affirmation, a blue magical circle bloomed in the empty air.
Soon, a transparent window materialized before their eyes.
[A contract between Jung Han-sung and Bargenthor has been established]
As the contract took effect, Bargenthor’s complexion eased considerably.
It was understandable.
With the contract established, it meant at least his life was now secured.
After confirming the contract’s establishment, Jung Han-sung rose from his chair and spoke.
“Then, shall we begin by transferring the Core and Territory?”

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