I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 111

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#Episode 111.
Debris cascaded down in a thunderous torrent.
The dust rising between the collapsed pillars completely obscured the massive form of Arzka in an instant.
Jung Han-sung thrust his sword forward while spreading lightning through his entire body once more.
Landing that one blow had been satisfying, but Jung Han-sung wasn’t arrogant enough to expect his opponent to collapse from a single strike.
Instead, his eyes grew more serious as he heightened his sense of tension.
During the collision, he’d felt Arzka deliberately yield to the force without resistance, launching herself backward to minimize damage.
Crash!
Indeed, Arzka did not disappoint Jung Han-sung’s expectations.
A dark silhouette surged from within the dust before leaping directly to where Jung Han-sung stood.
Even within the slowed time created by the divine technique, Arzka was far from slow.
Her speed was remarkably swift, utterly incongruous with her massive frame.
Had a third party witnessed it, they would have seen a black afterimage stretching across the space.
Whoosh!
This time, Jung Han-sung didn’t block—instead, he pushed off the ground and dodged to the side.
Boom!
Immediately after, the sword Arzka had swung drove down into the spot where Jung Han-sung had been standing.
A crater formed there, as if a meteor had fallen.
The force was staggering.
It would have been difficult for Jung Han-sung to generate such power through a mere sword swing alone.
But Jung Han-sung possessed one clear advantage: speed.
Slash!
Before Arzka could even raise her sword, Jung Han-sung’s blade cut across her shoulder and passed through.
It was impressive that she could keep pace with his speed while using the divine technique, but there was undeniably a gap between them.
―You insignificant pest!
Arzka cried out in fury, raising her sword to slash upward. But Jung Han-sung had already retreated beyond the range of her blade.
In his hand now rested a spear of coral-red hue instead of his sword.
Crackle!
Jung Han-sung poured mana infused with lightning into the spear, then hurled it with all his might.
Boom!
With a thunderous roar, the spear transformed into a streak of lightning that flew toward Arzka’s body and pierced through.
―Ugh!
Still, she twisted her body in that brief moment and caught the spear on her shoulder.
That feat alone was remarkable.
Though Jung Han-sung had been aiming for her shoulder from the start—he’d calculated even her evasion.
Without hesitation, Jung Han-sung rushed toward Arzka again.
―Damn you!
Arzka swung her massive dark sword once more, her fury undiminished.
It was a vigorous attack as though the wound on her shoulder meant nothing, yet to Jung Han-sung’s eyes, her strike had noticeably slowed compared to before.
Endless electrical discharge flowed from the spear embedded in her body—there was no way she could sustain no damage.
Crack!
Thanks to that, I easily dodged the attack and drove my sword deep into its torso once more.
Sizzle!
Before Arzka could shake me off, I unleashed a torrent of lightning into that massive body before retreating.
Arzka’s torso crackled and burned under the electrical assault, smoke billowing forth.
Indra’s lightning carries divine power within it.
For Arzka, who was saturated with death energy and was herself one of the dead, it was the ultimate opposing force.
Boom!
Even so, Arzka didn’t relent, continuing to swing her sword in relentless attacks, yet none of them reached me.
Meanwhile, I steadily accumulated damage, driving Arzka further into a corner with each passing moment.
―Grraaahhh!
Then, at some point, Arzka staggered and fell to one knee.
Her frame was so colossal that even this caused the ground to shake with a thunderous boom.
I seized the opening and moved to finish her.
But in that instant.
Whoooooosh―!
A violent wave of energy erupted from the sword Arzka wielded.
My body, which had been rushing forward, was sent sliding backward across the ground.
Simultaneously, Arzka grasped her trembling sword with both hands, her eyes blazing with an eerie light.
―I have never descended from the throne, whether living or dead.
Rising to her feet, Arzka raised her sword vertically before her.
Knowing she was preparing something, I reached out and retrieved the fang that had been lodged in her body.
―I am the master of death itself.
But just as I prepared to hurl the spear once more.
Boom!
Suddenly, the walls on both sides exploded outward, and the dead began pouring forth from within.
Even in this deepest Underground Chamber, the spirits of the departed had been lying in wait.
Karon and Nox, who had been holding back enemies descending the Staircase from behind, quickly returned to flank me on both sides.
Whoooosh!
Thanks to their support, I was able to hurl the spear without obstruction.
The spear pierced through the tempestuous winds swirling around Arzka and buried itself in her body.
Arzka’s massive frame shook violently.
―I ask one final time! Sacrifice!
Yet Arzka glared at me with eyes still burning with unholy light and cried out.
―Kneel now and become my vessel! Thus shall you become an eternal sacrifice!
“Eternal life? You’re already dead. Let me make you a counter-offer instead.”
I smirked and made my own proposal to her.
“Surrender now, and I’ll make you one of my undead.”
At those words, Arzka’s face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage.
―So you truly crave death! Very well!
At the same time, Arzka drove the sword she’d been holding high down into the ground.
Immediately after, something extraordinary occurred.
―Grrrrr.
―Gaaahhhhh!
The wraiths that had been pressing Jung Han-sung’s undead suddenly let out death cries and began collapsing one after another.
―What’s happening?
And Jung Han-sung could verify the reason with his own eyes.
“She’s absorbing them.”
―What?
“All the souls, thoughts, and morale from this Altar—she’s drawing them in.”
Jung Han-sung’s eyes perceived it clearly.
A black torrent spiraling toward Arzka and her sword, being pulled inward.
Simultaneously, he watched Arzka’s body growing progressively larger.
Of course, Jung Han-sung had no intention of standing idle.
Thud!
Without hesitation, Jung Han-sung kicked off the ground and charged forward, shouting.
“All units, attack!”
The undead wheeled about and followed in Jung Han-sung’s wake.
―How pathetic!
Arzka didn’t budge an inch at the sight. But that didn’t mean she was doing nothing to respond.
Whoooooosh―!
The wind that had been raging around Arzka intensified, transforming into a razor-sharp gale that began shredding everything in its vicinity.
“Ugh!”
Jung Han-sung clenched his teeth against the pressure assaulting his entire body.
This was no ordinary wind. It was a vortex of death itself—a maelstrom intertwined with the essence of death and resentment.
Crackle!
Yet Jung Han-sung spread lightning through his entire body and pressed forward without stopping.
Even the undead were each pushing through the vortex in their own ways, advancing relentlessly.
―Kyiiiiieeeeek!
As they drew closer, a bone-chilling wail reached their ears. Simply hearing it drained strength and willpower away.
―You have every right to be confident!
Onyx shouted as he thickened his armor further.
He was right.
The power of this wind was more threatening than when she wielded the sword directly.
Moreover, the fact that she was still in the process of absorbing energy was a critical concern.
If she finished absorbing and rose to fight again, she would wield power several times greater than before.
If they didn’t land a solid blow before that happened, the battle would become far longer and more grueling.
“Hah.”
Therefore, Jung Han-sung drew upon every ounce of concentration.
He elevated his cognitive abilities to their absolute limit through his divine technique, activated the artifact on his arm to create a barrier.
I drained all of Violet’s potions from my waist pouch.
“Everyone behind me!”
In that state, I gathered all the undead behind me. And the moment they were all assembled.
Shwiiiiing!
I swung my blade toward empty air.
At first glance, it seemed like a meaningless action.
But in that instant, the winds that had been howling before me vanished without a trace.
It was an incredibly brief moment, and the returning wind began to fill that void, but by then I was already advancing forward and swinging my blade again.
Shwing!
I repeated the motion of swinging and advancing. That alone rapidly closed the distance between Araktar and my group.
―What are you doing…!
Araktar’s voice trembled with bewilderment at my swift assault.
She had no choice.
She couldn’t perceive what I could see.
No matter how fiercely she drove the winds forward, she couldn’t stop my advance.
I simply observed the flow, and whenever a gap appeared, I thrust my blade through it.
Whoosh―, hum!
I carved through the enemy’s flow to create a path.
Moving along my own rhythm, I closed the distance.
Judging by my walking pace alone, it appeared leisurely, almost like a stroll.
But by the time I took ten steps, I had already reached Araktar.
―How dare you!
“Have you forgotten how to speak after being locked away for so long? You keep saying the same thing.”
I answered Araktar with a faint smile.
Then I raised my blade and issued orders to my loyal subordinates who followed behind me.
“Attack.”
Since no wind was blowing around where Araktar stood, the undead rushed at the enemy without any obstruction.
Only then did Araktar lift the blade she had driven into the ground.
She had decided to stop absorbing energy and fight again.
The first to charge at her was Nox.
Nox rushed forward without hesitation, pouring all his strength into a knee strike.
Crash―!
Araktar’s massive frame, which had grown nearly twice its size from absorbing energy, shook violently.
But that was only the beginning.
Boom!
Karon, Araktar, and Akasha followed with a barrage of fierce attacks.
The time elapsed was barely ten seconds.
Araktar’s body swayed back and forth during those few seconds.
―Insignificant undead!
Yet the power she had absorbed thus far remained with her.
The moment Arzka roared, black flames erupted from his body.
That power—woven from obsession, murderous intent, and hatred—writhed like a living shadow.
The undead’s bodies began to burn away. Yet they did not retreat even in their final moments, unleashing relentless attacks upon Arzka’s form.
Kwaaaaaaang!
When another shockwave tore from Arzka’s body, the undead could endure no longer and were forcibly banished.
—You are not even worthy of becoming a vessel! I shall simply destroy you!
Arzka roared like a lion, raising his blade high.
The killing intent radiating from him remained formidable and unyielding.
Yet the undead’s attacks had not been without purpose.
I could see it clearly.
The tangled disturbances in the flow of energy scattered across Arzka’s body.
Exhale.
While the undead attacked, I had not merely stood idle.
I gathered every ounce of my mana and transmuted it into lightning, circulating it continuously through my body.
To maximize its destructive force.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
Thus, when Arzka raised his blade, my sword was enveloped in pure white radiance—like the divine blade Rodos itself.
The immense concentration of lightning contained within it needed no explanation.
Whoooooooosh!
Arzka’s blade descended from above, as though pronouncing a death sentence upon me.
I, however, looked upward from below.
Toward the giant towering above me, I swung my gleaming white blade, pouring every technique I had ever mastered into the strike.
Lightning surged upward from the earth toward the heavens.
My blow tore through space and collided with Arzka’s blade.
Kwaaaaaaaaaang—!
I witnessed it.
Arzka’s blade igniting in flames.
The countless souls bound to that blade screaming as they were annihilated.
—Impossible… This cannot be!
Arzka cried out, eyes wide in shock. Meanwhile, a faint smile curved my lips.
Crackle!
In that instant, lightning shattered death itself. And without stopping, it pierced through the body of the tyrant who had gripped and tormented the souls of countless lions.
—Ahhhhhhhhh!
Arzka shrieked.
No matter how resolute one might be, the agony of a soul’s dissolution could not be endured.
As I withdrew my blade, Arzka’s body slowly collapsed and scattered in all directions.
But then.
A faint light escaped from Arzka’s disintegrating form and, before I could react, burrowed into my body.
[You have acquired a faint divinity.]
And a message appeared.

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