I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 112

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#Chapter 112.
[You have acquired Weak Divinity]
Divinity.
Startled by the unexpected notification, I examined my own body. Yet there was no immediate change I could perceive.
‘What is this?’
I had clearly witnessed a faint luminescence pierce through my flesh with my own eyes, yet I felt nothing—which only deepened my confusion.
―Divinity! Actual divinity!
Onyx, witnessing the phenomenon, cried out in far greater excitement than I felt.
But there was no time to examine it closely or question Onyx about it.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!
The entire space suddenly began to convulse.
I lifted my gaze toward the ceiling and quickly understood why.
The Altar was collapsing entirely.
With the Altar’s master vanishing, this space itself had been affected.
The fortunate part was that I didn’t need to contemplate how to escape this place.
[You have completed the objective of Floor 63, Hidden Floor ‘Tomb of the Forgotten King’]
[You receive ‘Heart of Wraiths’ as a reward]
[Beyond merely achieving the objective, you exposed the true form of the Altar’s master and completely annihilated it]
[You have achieved a Clear Rank of ‘SSS’]
[You receive Refined Essence of Death as an additional reward]
With the objective complete, I could now escape this place whenever I wished.
Yet instead of leaving immediately, I surveyed my surroundings.
Crash!
As the ceiling and walls crumbled in succession, my gaze fixed upon a single location.
It was where the coffin lay—the very one from which Arzka had emerged.
I moved toward it instinctively.
The coffin no longer radiated the brilliant light it had when I first saw it, and it bore damage in several places.
Yet I immediately placed my hand upon it and drew it into my inventory.
‘Done.’
The reason for claiming this coffin was simple.
The Shadowless Divine Thief’s instinct had informed me that this coffin was the most valuable thing in this place.
A professional thief’s intuition, if you will.
Crash, boom, boom, boom!
Immediately after, a section of the ceiling collapsed inward, and a deafening roar echoed through the space.
Only then did I abandon all lingering attachment and choose to return.
Whoosh!
The moment I vanished, an enormous boulder crashed down precisely where I had stood.
Soon the Altar collapsed entirely, burying everything within Darkness.
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“Phew.”
I barely made it back to the Unique Space, stumbling toward a chair and collapsing into it with a heavy sigh.
“I’m exhausted…”
Having squeezed every last ounce of strength from my body in that final battle, I felt completely drained.
This was truly what one would expect from the Hidden Floor. The difficulty was extraordinary.
Of course, some of this was my own doing.
Normally, the task would have been to repel Arzka to a reasonable degree and reseal him in his coffin—but because I pressed him so relentlessly, he was forced to unleash his full power as well.
That’s why the objective completion message had included a special note about that.
What I didn’t know was this:
The Hidden Floor I had just cleared had been completely annihilated, and no one else would ever be able to enter it again.
I hadn’t even known such a thing was possible.
―You worked hard, Master.
As I sat in the chair, catching my breath, Onyx poked his head forward and spoke.
I moved only my eyes to look at him.
“Why?”
―What do you mean why, Master?
“You never say things like that normally.”
If Baek-seol had approached me after completing a mission and said I’d worked hard, I would have smiled and thanked her.
It happened often enough, and it would be completely sincere.
But Onyx offering such words after a mission was complete?
That meant he definitely had an ulterior motive.
*Flick!*
Onyx licked his tongue in apparent displeasure at my comment, then opened his mouth again.
―It’s not because I have an ulterior motive.
“Then what?”
―Just… a simple request, you could say.
“That’s exactly what an ulterior motive is.”
Onyx had nothing to say to that, so he licked his tongue again.
At that, I let out a small chuckle and spoke.
“So what’s this request you want to make?”
―It’s nothing big. Could you perhaps show me the divinity you obtained?
“Divinity?”
Caught off guard by this unexpected request, I narrowed my eyes.
“What would you do with seeing it?”
―Just! I want to see it! Besides, I can’t do anything that would harm you anyway!
Onyx, apparently frustrated at continuing to receive suspicious looks, spoke in a sharp voice.
But that didn’t last long.
Realizing he was the one who needed something, his voice became slightly deflated as he spoke again.
―I really can’t do anything. Master. I just want to see the divinity. Beings like me are naturally drawn to divinity by instinct.
“Hmm. Is that so?”
He didn’t seem to be lying, certainly. And besides, as Onyx said, he was absolutely incapable of doing anything that would harm me.
After all, I had accepted Onyx in the first place because of the trust built upon our covenant.
“So, how exactly do you draw out this divinity?”
―It’s simple. Close your eyes and concentrate. Think of it as pulling your own divinity, which dwells within your body, outward.
“Like drawing out mana?”
―The sensation is nearly identical. At first, you won’t grasp it, but if you keep concentrating, you’ll eventually feel something.
I had my doubts about whether it would actually work, but I decided to try it Onyx’s way.
With my eyes closed, I first focused on the interior of my own body.
The first thing I felt was mana.
It blazed like an intense sun, making it difficult to perceive anything else.
But as I concentrated further, I noticed a tiny seed nestled around the mana.
It was the seed of lightning that Indra had given me.
Though small in size, the seed ceaselessly radiated lightning energy outward.
This was the very source of the lightning essence I harbored within my body.
‘This seems to be all there is.’
Yet no matter how much I concentrated, I could perceive nothing else.
So I recalled the faint light I had witnessed.
From the circumstances, it certainly seemed to be something related to divinity. After all, the moment it burrowed into my body, the message confirming I had acquired divinity appeared.
‘A sphere of light. Faint, yet warm, feeling distant, and at the same time drawing me in with intense pull….’
I retraced the sensations I had felt in that moment when I first saw it.
Then, at some point.
‘Huh?’
I felt something.
I hastily focused there so as not to lose that sensation. And not long after, I was able to locate it.
Near the mana, which radiated a presence as vast and powerful as the sun, there was an extremely faint sphere.
It was even smaller and fainter than the seed of lightning, so I would never have discovered it without prior knowledge.
But once I felt it again, its presence became clearly imprinted upon my awareness.
‘They said to slowly draw this outward. Like when I release mana.’
I recalled Onyx’s words and attempted exactly that.
Fortunately, this wasn’t particularly difficult. The faint sphere slowly moved through my body.
And when I finally opened my eyes.
―Ooh.
In my palm rested a small sphere, flickering with faint light.
It appeared so fragile that the slightest touch would scatter it, yet simultaneously so solid that nothing could ever shatter it.
It was truly a paradoxical sensation.
―How beautiful….
Mesmerized by the sphere, I came to my senses only at the sound of Onyx’s voice.
Looking down, Onyx too was utterly entranced, gazing at the sphere.
Left alone, he would have stared at it indefinitely.
“Onyx.”
―….
“Onyx!”
―Huh? Did you call for me, Master?
Only after calling twice did Onyx snap to attention, though his gaze remained fixed upon the sphere.
Jung Han-sung posed a question to him.
“Tell me everything you know about divinity.”
Though Onyx now served as armor, his true nature was that of a demigod.
An ascended dragon—that was Onyx.
Completely fallen and imprisoned within his own temple, he had been defeated by Jung Han-sung, yet such was his origin.
In any case, he possessed considerable knowledge regarding divinity.
And Onyx rose to meet Jung Han-sung’s expectations.
―Divinity can be called the first step toward the throne of godhood.
He spoke with utmost gravity.
―It is a momentary answer born from someone’s prayer, and a radiant essence formed by the collective will of all base things.
After collecting his thoughts briefly, he expounded upon various perspectives concerning divinity.
He also stated that all such perspectives were simultaneously correct and incorrect.
“What do you mean by that?”
―It means divinity cannot be defined by a single concept. From one perspective it may be correct, yet from another it could be entirely wrong. For mortals to perfectly comprehend divinity is impossible. To understand divinity is to have already attained godhood.
“I see. Continue.”
Onyx licked his lips and proceeded.
―It is not merely power, but possibility. The possibility of attaining godhood.
Then, turning slowly to face Jung Han-sung, he spoke.
―And you, Master, have obtained such possibility. As I mentioned before, you have placed your foot upon the first step leading toward godhood.
Upon hearing this, Jung Han-sung fell silent for a long while before finally speaking.
“So you’re saying I could become a god?”
―It is merely a possibility. And gods are not omnipotent beings as you imagine them to be. If anything, the transcendents you have encountered could all be considered those who have attained godhood.
Hearing this, the concept felt considerably more tangible.
Of course, it was not that their rank was inferior. Rather, I simply came to realize anew that they differed from the omnipotent god one typically envisions.
“Then what can I do with it immediately?”
―With divinity of this level, immediate application is impossible. However, you can enjoy the effects of divinity itself.
“Effects?”
―Indeed.
Onyx pondered for a moment before speaking.
―Your very essence becomes elevated, granting powerful immunity to mental attacks, and spiritual entities—malevolent spirits, elementals, and ghostly beings—cannot attack you carelessly. Suppressing the souls of the dead will become far easier as well. And.
He licked his lips once more.
―One who possesses divinity gains a degree of resistance to power derived from other gods. For example, blessings bestowed by priests or deities.
“That would be useful against the Evil God’s schemes.”
―Extremely useful. For now, that is the extent of it. Your divinity is still weak. As you acquire more divinity, you will be able to exert far greater power.
Jung Han-sung stroked his chin at Onyx’s explanation.
Though he spoke as if it were trivial, to Jung Han-sung the immediately applicable effects alone seemed extraordinary.
It meant he could enjoy the benefits equivalent to wearing dozens of powerful artifacts simply by possessing this divinity.
When I told Onyx about it, he spoke as though it were obvious.
―Of course it is. How could a mere artifact created by humans ever compare to divinity itself?
“Fair point.”
Jung Han-sung nodded and stared intently at the sphere resting in his palm before closing his fingers around it.
The sphere then seeped naturally into his body.
“That bastard left me with quite the parting gift before he went.”
―Had he still been alive, he would have been far more troublesome to deal with.
“Really?”
―Indeed. Since he died as a human, he could no longer wield divinity properly.
“I suppose so. Even by my estimation, he would have been stronger when alive.”
Jung Han-sung nodded in agreement. After a moment of thought, I opened my inventory.
“Well then, shall I examine the other items as well?”
I wanted to check the other rewards I had obtained.
I retrieved the Specter’s Heart, the Essence of Death, and the Coffin.
But then—
―How dare you! To obliterate this body of mine!
A familiar voice emanated from the black sphere that had emerged from my inventory—the Specter’s Heart.
“Arzka?”
Hearing his voice again, I felt genuinely delighted. Despite all the trouble, he had been truly generous—a tree that gave without reservation!
The sphere trembled as though bristling at that warm greeting.

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