I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 103

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#Chapter 103.
Two facts I discovered upon reaching the 4th Floor.
First, the 4th Floor was not the end.
There was a Staircase leading upward deeper within. Judging by the height of The Tower I had observed from outside, I suspected the next floor might be the final one.
The second fact was that The Tower had personnel managing it.
I learned this thanks to the existence standing in the center, repairing the traps.
‘Come to think of it, that’s only natural.’
Considering the traps’ intricate structure, they clearly required periodic maintenance.
Still, I never expected to witness such maintenance happening right before my eyes.
And the one performing the maintenance appeared to be none other than this floor’s Floor Master.
I doubted there existed another presence radiating such an aura separately.
‘Did I ascend too stealthily to notice?’
That seemed to be the case no matter how I looked at it.
Jung Han-sung quickly grasped these facts in that brief moment, then acted accordingly.
I kicked off the ground and charged forward, my blade raised high.
“Gahhh!”
My sword sliced cleanly across the opponent’s shoulder as I passed.
Had the opponent not twisted their body at the last instant, my blade would have severed their neck entirely.
“Wh-what!”
The one caught off guard, now bleeding from their shoulder, displayed obvious shock.
“How did you get here! No alarm was triggered!”
The fact that they asked about the alarm before addressing the wound suggested they were far more concerned about the alarm’s failure than the ambush itself.
I surveyed my opponent’s openings with calm eyes as I answered.
“I simply walked up.”
“That’s impossible! Even if you avoided the traps, the alarm should have sounded!”
“Ah, I naturally avoided the alarm devices as well.”
Devices designed solely to alert against intruders were concealed between the traps.
They were hidden so discreetly that only a truly seasoned trap specialist would have detected them.
And the Shadowless Divine Thief was second to none when it came to discerning traps.
“This cannot be!”
The opponent’s expression turned to shock, sensing I spoke no falsehood.
Clearly, their concern lay not with the immediate combat or ambush, but with how effortlessly their Tower had been breached.
But I had no obligation to indulge their distress.
The moment my shocked opponent exposed an opening, I lunged forward without hesitation.
Still, if they truly were the Floor Master, they did not allow the attack as easily as before.
Clang—!
My swung blade was blocked by the opponent’s elongated claws.
That was not the end.
As I moved to follow up with another strike, they kicked off the ground and leaped upward.
Normally, dodging an attack by jumping is an unwise decision.
Even if I managed to evade an attack, it became extraordinarily difficult to block or dodge the follow-up strikes.
However, this didn’t seem to pose much of a problem for my opponent.
Flap!
Wings burst forth from behind his back as he leaped into the air.
‘What race is this creature, exactly?’
Though his appearance resembled that of a human, the elongated claws, horns, and wings made it clear he was anything but human.
Several races I’d only encountered in stories came to mind. Yet it was difficult to pinpoint exactly which one—there were far too many species bearing such characteristics.
Besides, I had no time for leisurely contemplation.
“How dare you challenge me in my own Tower!”
As my senses sharpened, I realized my opponent’s fury had intensified. He raised both arms high, his voice trembling with rage.
Rumble!
As he swept his arms through the air, The Tower itself began to tremble violently.
My eyes reflexively scanned the surroundings, and I reached a single conclusion.
The Tower’s structure was transforming.
This wasn’t merely the activation of nearby traps or some crude attack.
Rather, it felt as though he held The Tower’s entirety in his grasp, rearranging its very architecture at will.
‘As expected, he’s no ordinary foe.’
His initial impression had seemed rather flimsy, but this was Floor 60, and my opponent was presumed to be a Floor Master.
Such a being could hardly be taken lightly.
“You will die here―!”
He shrieked with a piercing voice, extending his hand toward me.
Suddenly, mist coalesced around us, and the distance between us began to expand rapidly.
Had I been my former self, I would have immediately pushed off the ground and charged at him.
“Hmm.”
But now, things were different.
From the moment the surrounding structure began to shift, my eyes had swept across the environment with precision, comprehending each transformation in real time.
As my opponent maintained his arrogant expression while distancing himself from me.
Whoosh―.
I took a single, light step forward. The distance between us collapsed instantaneously.
I could see the shock register on my opponent’s face.
Taking another step, that expression of astonishment became far more pronounced.
This was neither magical in nature nor a display of exceptional speed.
I was simply comprehending the structure and reversing the very principle my opponent had employed.
‘No matter how intricate or troublesome the mechanisms that lay beneath the surface, the Shadowless Divine Thief navigated them effortlessly, stealing whatever he desired.’
This situation was no different.
The only difference was that what I sought to steal was not an object, but my opponent’s life.
“You bastard!”
My opponent, witnessing me close the distance in an instant, employed every method at his disposal to kill me.
I observed his efforts with genuine admiration.
Certainly, this floor’s difficulty was far from trivial.
The enemy was not the type to simply overpower an opponent through sheer strength or speed.
He was someone who meticulously prepared, turning space itself into a weapon.
Boom!
When the enemy stomped his foot, walls shifted; when he swung his arm, cracks formed between the barriers, and razor-sharp spears erupted from within.
Should I misstep even once, poison would cascade from the ceiling, and merely approaching would trigger waves that drained mana itself.
‘Truly, if I had faced him with my original combat style, this would have been far more troublesome.’
I marveled inwardly while tilting my head slightly.
Whoosh!
With a sharp sound, several strands of my hair were severed.
The enemy was undoubtedly formidable.
But the problem was that I saw through all of it.
‘I see it all.’
Through the eyes of the Shadowless Divine Thief, the world unfolded with perfect clarity.
Where the footholds would shift. Which crevices would unleash blades.
Where the opponent’s gaze was fixed, which trap they would trigger next—I perceived it all.
“This… this can’t be…!”
For this floor alone, abandoning my usual combat methods and focusing entirely on the Shadowless Divine Thief’s abilities proved far more effective than anticipated.
The enemy pressed forward relentlessly to the very end.
As I stepped down, the floor collapsed beneath me, and iron spikes erupted upward from below.
Simultaneously, a massive iron sphere was launched at head height.
Slip—
But I had anticipated it all, tilting my body at a precise angle and sliding through the gaps effortlessly.
At the same moment, I extended my blade forward.
Thud!
And at the tip of that blade lay the enemy’s heart.
“Gasp!”
The enemy, having never anticipated a counterattack, stared at me with wide eyes.
I smiled and spoke.
“I simply followed the path you laid out. Why are you so surprised?”
But the enemy collapsed before my words even finished.
Simultaneously, messages materialized before my eyes.
[Floor 60 objective completed.]
[You receive a Secret Trap Blueprint as a reward.]
[Floor 60 objective completed in record time!]
[Enemy overwhelmingly subjugated!]
[Achieved Clear Rank ‘SSS’!]
[Additional reward: ‘Demon Horn’ granted.]
The objective completion messages, now familiar.
[3 Challenge Objectives achieved.]
―Clear Floor 60 within half the time limit (Bronze).
―Defeated the Floor Master of Floor 60 without a scratch (Silver).
―Achieved an overwhelming victory against a Demon (Silver).
Challenge completion messages.
“Huh?”
But among the challenges, there was something I hadn’t anticipated.
‘Achieved an overwhelming victory against a Demon?’
It seemed the enemy I’d just defeated was indeed a Demon.
“Lucky.”
I smiled at the unexpected acquisition of an additional Silver ticket, then surveyed my surroundings.
The area was an absolute mess.
Every trap that had been laid was triggered, making it look almost like a war zone.
Normally, I would have confirmed the objective was complete and left immediately.
“I’ve come this far—it’d be a shame to leave empty-handed.”
But this time was different.
The Shadowless Divine Thief’s channel I was subscribed to was telling me something: having come all this way, shouldn’t I take something more with me?
Simply leaving would betray a thief’s pride.
‘Besides, the owner has already disappeared—can this even be called theft anymore?’
With such thoughts, I navigated around the debris scattered across the floor and climbed the Staircase deeper inside.
Naturally, the Staircase was also laden with traps, so I had to navigate carefully as I ascended.
Finally arriving at the 5th Floor.
“This floor has no traps.”
The atmosphere here was distinctly different from the previous floors.
―This appears to be where the owner of that Tower used to reside.
“Right. I noticed there was even a device hiding the Staircase in the middle of things.”
―That Staircase should have been hidden originally, but the owner arrived so suddenly there was no time for it.
I nodded at Onyx’s words.
Considering the Demon’s reaction when I first encountered it, it certainly seemed unprepared.
Rather than the Demon’s abilities being weak, I suspected it was overconfidence in its own Tower.
Especially considering how it kept bombarding me with questions about how I’d climbed up even while under attack.
―But there doesn’t seem to be anything worth taking.
“Hmm. It does look that way to me too.”
I scanned the surroundings thoroughly.
There were various items scattered about, but nothing worth taking.
At best, there was just furniture.
Yet somehow, my feet wouldn’t leave easily. It felt like I was missing something.
So I carefully scanned the 5th Floor again.
“Ah.”
Then my gaze stopped at one spot.
There was an old desk there.
I approached the desk with long strides and examined the drawer attached beneath it.
Click.
I opened the drawers one by one to examine them, but they contained nothing but junk.
However, Jung Han-sung studied the third drawer with particular attention.
―I don’t see anything particularly useful here?
“No, wait. Look here. The third one’s depth doesn’t match.”
Considering what was visible on the surface, it should have been deeper, yet the interior depth was oddly shallow compared to the overall height.
Jung Han-sung knelt down and felt along the inside of the drawer with his hand.
Then, with a soft click, a hidden crevice that had been concealed sprang open.
Jung Han-sung’s lips curved upward.
“Interesting.”
Compared to the sophisticated traps I’d encountered on the way up, this was an absurdly simple trick.
Yet there was something oddly piercing about it.
If I had been fixated solely on elaborate traps and secret mechanisms, I would have overlooked such a light deception.
“Let’s see what we have.”
Jung Han-sung drew a short blade and pried open the crevice, then lifted it carefully.
The drawer bottom rose, revealing a small, deep compartment beneath. Inside lay a single object wrapped in black cloth.
I examined it for danger and checked for any hidden traps before slowly picking it up.
As I unfolded the cloth, an ancient-looking document emerged from within.
[You have obtained the Key to the Hidden Floor]
The message appeared immediately after.

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