I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 110

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#Chapter 110.
Onyx spoke with a puzzled tone.
―Didn’t you say it would be fine if we passed through the door normally?
“This is what happens when we pass through normally. If we hadn’t, dozens of times more would have come pouring out.”
―My, they certainly take hospitality seriously in this place.
At Onyx’s remark, Jung Han-sung let out a soft chuckle, then raised his sword and issued commands to his Undead.
“Eliminate them all. Make sure they never rise again.”
Strange corpses emerged from the cracks in the walls.
They emanated such a putrid aura that any living being would instinctively recoil from them—the very essence of death itself.
An ordinary person would surely be paralyzed with terror at such a sight.
Even a formidable Awakener would struggle to perform at their best. After all, the entire space was saturated with despair.
But for Jung Han-sung and his Undead, none of this applied.
Kwaaaaaaang―!
As Karon swung the greatsword in his grip, the approaching enemies were sent flying in all directions as if struck by a battering ram.
The enemies’ movements were hardly slow, but Karon was several times faster than them. His strength was overwhelming.
Araktar, unlike Karon, chose a different approach rather than engaging directly.
Shhhhrrrrk!
She first spewed webbing to bind the rushing enemies tightly, then swung the staff in her hand to summon other Undead.
While she fell short of being called a true Lich, Araktar knew how to summon and command Undead simultaneously with several incantations.
Thanks to this, Araktar could eliminate enemies with remarkable ease and efficiency.
Bind them with webbing, finish them with the summoned Undead.
She herself never moved from her original position.
Crunch!
Meanwhile, Nox was even more savage than Karon.
He charged at the enemies without wielding any weapon, literally tearing them apart.
The enemies naturally resisted, but they couldn’t inflict any damage on Nox.
He simply crushed them with overwhelming force.
Shhhhaaack!
Finally, Akasha was the most composed and elegant of the four.
Unlike Araktar, who stood in place merely flicking her staff, she moved about as actively as Nox or Karon among the enemies.
But Akasha faced her foes with technique rather than brute strength.
She moved through the enemy ranks wielding a single long blade, leaving only severed corpses scattered in her wake.
Not a single enemy managed to lay a finger on Akasha.
―Your Undead have grown to an unrecognizable level of power.
“Tell me about it. They seem several times stronger than during the Wave Mission.”
The Wave Mission was only a few floors back.
Yet the Undead’s combat strength had grown far beyond what it was then. And that was without even summoning all of them this time.
―At this rate, it doesn’t seem like you’d even need to step in yourself?
At Onyx’s words, Jung Han-sung shook his head.
“No. I have my own role to play.”
―What is it?
“Look carefully at the fallen enemies.”
―Hmm?
Onyx licked his lips and examined the battlefield properly. Soon, he noticed something amiss.
My Undead were overwhelmingly bringing down the enemies.
Though the enemy numbers were considerable, by this point in time their count should have noticeably diminished.
Yet even now, after considerable time had passed, the enemy numbers hadn’t decreased significantly.
―Ah!
Onyx turned to me as if he’d grasped something, speaking with realization.
―They’re reviving!
“Since they’re already dead, ‘regeneration’ might be the more fitting term, but yes.”
It was something I could discern immediately, standing a step back from the battlefield.
No matter how the enemies’ bodies were sliced into pieces or completely crushed, after a certain time passed they returned to their original forms.
Just as I infused mana to regenerate my Undead.
“Which means there’s a source somewhere else that’s regenerating them.”
Perhaps something like a Necromancer Commander controlling them, or perhaps some mechanism.
Without destroying that, no matter how many enemies I brought down, we’d make no progress.
“Follow me while engaging the enemies!”
I issued new orders and began walking forward.
Fortunately, I didn’t need to deliberate on where to go. A Staircase leading downward lay directly ahead.
Crash, crash, crash!
My Undead brought down enemies at a minimum rate while following me down the Staircase.
Upon reaching the lower level, I saw enemies crawling out from the walls again.
However, their appearance was somewhat different this time.
While the enemies from the upper level were nearly naked with bodies decayed in places, these enemies wore intact clothing.
It gave the impression of a somewhat higher rank.
Moreover, the movements of the attacking enemies were far swifter and brimmed with greater power.
Boom―!
Crash!
Of course, even such enemies flew in all directions like bowling pins with a single swing of Karon’s blade and couldn’t escape Araktar’s webbing.
I advanced through this level without any obstruction and descended to the level below.
‘Considering the ceiling height, this lower level might be the last.’
As I descended the Staircase, I looked upward along it.
Naturally enough, the enemies continued following us.
So while Karon and Araktar broke through the front, Akasha and Nox held the rear, blocking the enemies’ approach.
Thud, thud―.
Upon arriving at the level below, I saw enemies bursting forth again and quickly issued orders.
“Araktar, Nox. Switch positions.”
“Understood.”
Click!
The two immediately switched positions at my command.
Crash―!
Nox and Karon began aggressively breaking through the front lines.
The enemies on this floor wore proper armor and wielded weapons, unlike those from before.
Yet they too could not withstand the charge of Nox and Karon.
Meanwhile, Araktar and Akasha held the rear like an iron wall, blocking the relentless tide of enemies pouring down from the upper floors.
Their combat synergy was quite remarkable—even with the enemy numbers doubled, they showed no signs of strain.
But I wasted no time and proceeded directly to the next staircase.
―The final floor.
Fortunately, upon reaching the last floor, no further staircases were visible.
Moreover, the atmosphere was distinctly different from the previous floors.
The space itself was vast, and it was abundantly clear that this was the heart of the Altar.
Ancient statues and collapsed stone pillars lay scattered about, while a thick, viscous miasma hung heavy in the air.
For an ordinary person, merely standing still in such a place would cause their body to wither—the miasma was that potent.
“That is….”
And at the center of this space, upon the Black Altar, rested an enormous coffin.
The surface of the coffin, wrought from jet-black metal, was inscribed with ancient runes and intricate patterns.
Those patterns shimmered and writhed as if alive.
The coffin was enveloped in a miasma far denser than what drifted through the air—so concentrated that it was visible to the naked eye.
―It appears as though wrapped in a black hemisphere.
“The concentration is so high that it’s taken physical form.”
I answered Onyx’s observation while channeling mana into my blade.
“It seems like whatever we’re looking for is inside that coffin.”
I murmured softly and approached the coffin.
There was no time to waste.
Akasha and Araktar were still holding the staircase, blocking the endless stream of descending enemies.
―So we break the seal and defeat whatever’s inside? Or perhaps it would be better to just attack the coffin itself.
I shook my head at Onyx’s suggestion.
“No. That’s not how this works.”
―What do you mean?
“The seal isn’t something we break. It opens on its own. In fact, it’s already nearly undone.”
―What are you saying?
“This Ancient Ruins wasn’t built merely to honor the dead.”
My eyes grew cold and sharp.
Everything I’d witnessed climbing to this point clicked into place like a perfectly assembled puzzle.
“We are the vessel prepared for the king sleeping within. That is our role.”
―Are you bewitched?
Onyx immediately voiced his concern.
I let out a soft laugh and shook my head, then summoned electricity with a crackling sound as I spoke.
“Precisely—that’s the structure. To avoid being consumed, we must fight.”
That was when it happened.
Crack!
A portion of the patterns carved into the coffin shattered outward. And this was merely the beginning.
Crackle, crackle!
As the patterns fractured and lost their luminescence, the aura seeping from the coffin grew progressively denser.
Moreover, the surface of the metal coffin began to glow and split apart visibly.
“Stay sharp. That thing operates on a different level entirely.”
At Jung Han-sung’s words, Karon and Nox’s eyes blazed as they fixed their gaze upon the coffin. And immediately after.
Boom!
The coffin’s lid exploded away, and simultaneously, a torrent of black energy erupted from within.
The surge rose to the ceiling, swept across the patterns inscribed there, then was drawn back down into the coffin.
More precisely, into the being standing within it.
It was a creature easily exceeding three meters in height, with a grotesquely bloated physique.
An overwhelming presence that bore no comparison to the Undead encountered on the previous floor.
Its entire body was covered in black spines, and its skin was twisted and discolored a deep ashen gray.
Then, it opened its eyes wide.
Jung Han-sung watched as crimson light blazed forth from its hollow eye sockets.
Thud!
It extended its legs and stepped out of the coffin. Then it moved its other leg and emerged completely.
It then looked down at Jung Han-sung and opened its mouth.
―Kneel.
Jung Han-sung felt an intense pressure emanating from that voice.
His body moved of its own accord, independent of his will.
It was an absolute command issued by a lion king to the living.
For one who came here as a sacrifice to submit to that voice was as natural as raindrops falling from above to below.
“That’s nonsense.”
Of course, Jung Han-sung had no intention of yielding to such inevitability.
The creature’s eyes flared brighter at his words, spoken with a smirk.
But Jung Han-sung did not avert his gaze and spoke again.
“Arzka. The Lion King, Arzka. That’s right, isn’t it?”
―How dare a lowly sacrifice speak my name so carelessly?
“You’re already dead anyway. If you’re gone, you should just go quietly to the afterlife.”
Crackle!
Blue lightning wrapped around Jung Han-sung’s blade as he spoke.
Arzka saw this and extended his own hand.
Whoooosh!
The aura from the surroundings converged at his fingertips, transforming into the shape of a massive sword.
Thud!
Arzka grasped the sword and spoke again.
―Impudent. But that means you are a sacrifice of considerable power. Truly satisfying.
As if he had no doubt whatsoever in his own victory. Or more precisely, he probably didn’t even consider this a contest worth having.
Just as one doesn’t deliberate whether they can crush an ant beneath their foot.
He possessed a dignity befitting such an attitude.
And simultaneously, it kindled an intense irritation within Jung Han-sung.
“Enjoy that satisfaction while it lasts. It won’t be for long.”
So Jung Han-sung spoke those few words, then immediately kicked off the ground.
Arzka, seeing this, raised his sword with a contemptuous expression.
Kwaaaaaaang―!
From the very posture of raising his blade, he was sent flying backward, shattering several stone pillars before crashing into the wall.
To Jung Han-sung’s eyes, it was a most satisfying sight.

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