I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 107

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#Chapter 107.
I would transform Akasha into a Demon.
At that declaration, Onyx fell silent for a moment as if at a loss for words, then let out a low chuckle.
―Transform into a Demon? Is such a thing even possible?
“It is.”
Jung Han-sung’s lips curved upward as well.
“To be precise, I’m not making her a true Demon. She’ll remain Undead, after all. But many things will change nonetheless.”
With that, Jung Han-sung retrieved several Demon Stones from his inventory—low-grade ones he’d set aside for purchasing subscription tickets.
―How will things change?
“She’ll be able to use some of a Demon’s power, and through combat, she can accumulate demonic energy.”
―That alone would certainly place her beyond the typical bounds of ordinary Undead abilities.
“Exactly. She becomes an Undead capable of growth without relying on the forbidden arts of synthesis.”
Of course, simply possessing Demon horns didn’t mean any Necromancer Commander could modify an Undead in such a manner.
What truly mattered was knowledge.
“Since subscribing to the channel this time, I’ve come to realize that the Owner of Necronomicon’s necromancy differs somewhat from ordinary necromancy. I suspect such knowledge isn’t widely known among typical Necromancer Commanders.”
―It certainly appears that way. Whenever I observe the Owner’s necromantic techniques, they feel remarkably unfamiliar.
“Right?”
As Jung Han-sung conversed with Onyx, he began drawing a magical circle centered on Akasha.
It wasn’t quite as intricate as the ones he’d drawn when performing the forbidden arts of synthesis, but it was still remarkably complex and expansive.
Such a magical circle required Jung Han-sung to infuse his own mana directly as he drew it, meaning it demanded the full force of his power.
The sound of chalk scraping echoed continuously.
Jung Han-sung moved without pause for nearly two hours before finally completing the magical circle.
“Phew.”
As he drew the final line and stopped, Jung Han-sung rose to his feet with a long exhale.
Without bothering to wipe the sweat beading on his forehead, he picked up the Demon horns again and approached Akasha, who stood at the center of the magical circle.
“Hold this.”
As he handed her the Demon horns, Akasha received them with both hands and carefully brought them to her chest.
Jung Han-sung positioned several high-grade Demon Stones around Akasha.
Considering that low-grade Demon Stones were densely arranged along the outer perimeter of the magical circle, it was truly an extravagantly lavish formation.
Yet Jung Han-sung paid no mind to the cost.
This magical circle was worth every stone.
Jung Han-sung then stepped outside the circle and extended his hand.
“Araktar.”
Araktar approached from the side and respectfully handed over the dark mage’s staff she had been holding.
Jung Han-sung took it and, tilting it toward the magical circle, began to chant an incantation.
“Black blood flows, forgotten names awaken. Forsaken roots, break your chains and take form. Upon the husk of the dead, let the demonic flame….”
It was an extraordinarily long incantation, yet Jung Han-sung recited it without pause.
A sharp crackling sound erupted.
In that instant, the lines inscribed throughout the magical circle blazed with brilliant light, and the Demon Stones began crumbling to dust one by one.
Boom! Boom!
A heartbeat-like pulse thundered up from beneath the earth, and the air began to tremble heavily.
Jung Han-sung chanted the incantation, his eyes narrowed as he observed the magic circle and Akasha standing at its center.
The energy flowing from the magic circle grew increasingly potent, centered on Akasha.
Simultaneously, dense demonic power surged from the Demon’s horn that Akasha held, beginning to interfere with the magic circle.
The two forces met in the middle, merged, and burrowed into Akasha’s body and consciousness.
Kuuuuung!
With another heavy vibration, the entire space transformed as if drenched in darkness.
At the same time, Akasha’s two arms, standing at the center of the magic circle, were drawn upward into the void.
As if suspended by something, Akasha was enveloped in crimson demonic power and lifted into the air.
I heard Onyx muttering something, but I was too focused to register his words.
Uuuuung!
The light intensified, and Akasha’s breath came out like a scream.
In the darkened space, only the magic circle and the demonic power enveloping Akasha shone.
Akasha’s eyes widened as she was engulfed in light. And then, at some moment.
Paaah!
A crimson flash burst forth, and all light and sound vanished as if they had never existed.
I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them.
The magic circle that had filled the entire house had vanished without a trace.
Instead, what entered my vision was Akasha, kneeling on the floor and catching her breath.
“Akasha.”
I called her name.
Akasha slowly lifted her head. And with her transformed eyes, she looked up at me.
Eyes mingled with violet and crimson light—eerie yet beautiful.
“How is it?”
It was a question with much left unsaid, but instead of questioning me back, Akasha bowed her head again and answered.
“Everything is perfect. Thank you, Master.”
That husky voice was similar to before yet different. But that didn’t matter.
“Good. I look forward to what’s to come.”
I answered with a slight smile.
* * *
After the Akasha modification operation, which had mobilized even the magic circle, I had to sit motionless in a chair for nearly an hour.
My mana had been nearly depleted.
Still, that hour wasn’t tedious. Time passed quickly just from re-examining the transformed undead.
―They’ve really changed dramatically.
Onyx agreed with my assessment.
Even Karon, who had undergone the least change among the four, had transformed so drastically he was unrecognizable.
Akasha, who had changed the most, needed no further mention.
Akasha had already undergone one modification through puppet arts, and now she had experienced another transformation through the Demon’s horn.
As a result, Akasha’s appearance had changed dramatically from her original form and even from when I first created her as an undead.
For one, two horns now protruded from her head, and her eyes gleamed with a mysterious light blending purple and crimson.
Unlike the other undead, this one showed almost no outward signs of resentment or morale.
It was likely because that body had partially transformed into something akin to a demon.
‘It feels somewhat similar to the Floor Master of Floor 60.’
I surveyed the undead once more with that thought in mind.
“Now, all of you return.”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”
Snap!
The undead responded in their own ways and bowed their heads.
I reached out my hand toward them, and they all vanished in an instant.
“Now that I think about it, I should refine the summoning method as well.”
I rolled the bone fragments that had returned to my hand gently while muttering to myself.
I was using the bone fragment summoning method because it was the simplest approach, but it was also the most outdated.
Of course, there was no need to change the summoning method for every undead—it would be quite tedious work.
‘I should make time to change only the important undead first.’
Having reached that conclusion, I rose from my seat and began handling other tasks.
That night, I didn’t retire until late.
* * *
The next day.
Bargenthor finally freed himself from his captive status.
I had extracted all the information worth knowing, and the deadline set by the contract was nearly upon us.
“From now on, let’s make sure we don’t encounter each other under unfortunate circumstances.”
I spoke to the departing Bargenthor with a warning in my voice.
After all, the contract would prevent him from causing me any harm regardless.
“Yes! I will keep it in mind!”
Bargenthor answered with an obsequious tone and then spoke while gauging my reaction.
“Then may I depart now?”
“Go.”
“Thank you! Then I shall take my leave!”
Bargenthor bowed several more times, then walked backward until he stepped beyond the boundaries of my Territory.
One cannot simply leave another’s Territory without permission.
So I entrusted Bargenthor’s escort to the undead—though it was more of a surveillance purpose than guidance.
I turned away only after confirming through the necromantic technique of shared vision with the undead that Bargenthor had left the Territory’s boundaries.
“Baek-seol, I’m going to the Neutral Zone.”
“Yes! You’re bringing back the person you mentioned before, correct?”
“Right.”
It was nearly time for my appointment with Maria.
If Maria had successfully cleared Floor 40, I would meet her at the Neutral Zone and bring her to my Territory.
“Please be careful!”
“I will.”
Jung Han-sung smiled as he spoke.
This time, he planned to meet only Maria and return, so there was nothing particularly to be cautious about.
After finishing his conversation with Baek-seol, Jung Han-sung returned to his home and immediately entered the Neutral Zone.
Whoooosh!
A familiar sensation enveloped Jung Han-sung, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the Plaza of the Neutral Zone.
“Hmm.”
After briefly surveying his surroundings, Jung Han-sung left the bustling Plaza and headed toward the designated meeting place.
The meeting place was different from last time.
Unlike their previous encounter at the High-end Restaurant, there were no ornate or luxurious buildings in sight, and the faces of passersby bore only deep fatigue rather than joy.
Jung Han-sung scanned the buildings until he spotted the one designated as the meeting place, then made his way toward it.
Creak—
As he pushed open the door, which emitted an unpleasant sound as if poorly maintained, a musty smell greeted him.
It was truly the complete opposite of where they had met before.
As he looked around the interior, a woman with an expression of utter indifference approached and spoke.
“Sit anywhere you like. Call me when you’re ready to order.”
Jung Han-sung nodded and headed straight to the innermost seat.
Even as he sat without bothering to look at the menu, the woman who appeared to be a server showed little interest.
Thanks to her apathy, Jung Han-sung was able to sit quietly without any disturbance.
―Has your taste changed so dramatically in the meantime?
Though the silence didn’t last long, Jung Han-sung answered Onyx in a low voice.
“Who knows. It might actually be a hidden gem.”
―Hmm. It doesn’t really look like it.
“Judging by appearances alone is a bad habit.”
It was idle conversation, but time still passed quickly.
Remarkably, the server showed no interest even as the customer who had entered made no order and muttered to himself in the corner.
Such indifference was impressive in its own way.
Creak—
After a long while, the sound of the door opening was heard.
Glancing in that direction, Jung Han-sung saw a person wrapped from head to toe entering.
In the real world, one might think such fashion was extremely strange, but here it was not an uncommon sight.
In the Neutral Zone, there were quite a few who preferred not to reveal their appearance.
And separately from that, there were also an enormous number of people dressed in bizarre fashion to maximize the effects of their equipment.
Such as wearing four layers of upper garments at once.
Surprisingly, it was quite effective. Unlike in games, wearing multiple layers here allowed the effects to apply fully.
Whoosh—
While thinking such thoughts, the strangely dressed person walked in Jung Han-sung’s direction.
Then they sat directly across from him.
“It’s been a while.”
Jung Han-sung didn’t ask who the person was. The voice was very familiar.
Instead, he posed a different question.
“Your fashion sense has changed quite a bit since I last saw you.”
“I’ve been lying low.”
From those brief words, Jung Han-sung understood her entire situation.
“Should we head out right away then?”
“Could we stop by one place first?”
“Where?”
Maria leaned forward slightly as she spoke to Jung Han-sung.
“I’ve left some items that could be useful for the Territory in a safe place.”

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