I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 118

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#Chapter 118.
Jung Han-sung watched the black sphere hovering in the air and spoke.
“But what exactly did you prepare? Can’t we just form a contract?”
―Didn’t I already explain this?
“You did. I just forgot.”
Arzka fell silent for a moment, then continued with a soft sigh.
―Originally, this blade was inhabited by a sword spirit. The sword spirit only revealed its true form to those it permitted. I simply called that permission process a contract.
The sphere slowly drifted toward Jung Han-sung.
―However, when I took the sword spirit’s place, I could no longer use the existing mana circuits as they were. The mana circuits were originally meant to connect the sword spirit and its owner, but since I am not a sword spirit, I couldn’t use them. That’s why….
Arzka provided an extensive explanation of the preparations I had made.
Jung Han-sung listened through it all, then summarized the essence simply.
“So in short, you rewired the mana circuits?”
―Correct. Now you simply need to grip me with both hands and channel mana into me.
“Simple enough.”
At Arzka’s words, Jung Han-sung nodded and spoke toward Onyx, who dwelled within the armor.
“If this one tries anything funny, swallow him whole immediately.”
―Understood, Master.
―You know I can hear you, don’t you?
Arzka spoke with a displeased tone, but neither Jung Han-sung nor Onyx paid any attention.
With that, Jung Han-sung grasped the sphere containing Arzka with both hands.
Crackle!
As I began channeling mana, blue arcs of electricity erupted, and intricate patterns began to surface across the sphere’s surface.
Simultaneously, Jung Han-sung felt a passage opening between the sphere and himself.
Focusing on that sensation, Jung Han-sung spoke the designated words as Arzka had instructed.
“Ahart bar. Del. Teacal….”
It was an oath spoken in an ancient tongue.
Of course, Jung Han-sung fully understood its contents. I couldn’t simply trust Arzka’s word alone.
Fortunately, there were no loopholes in the oath.
“Bahal, Dilata. Karne….”
As the incantation lengthened, the light inscribed upon the sphere grew increasingly intense.
Flare―!
At some point, light flashed brilliantly.
Jung Han-sung felt a powerful force circulating along the passage connecting the sphere and himself.
And when that circulation reached its peak.
[The Heart of the Dead, ‘Arzka’, has been bound to you.]
With the message, the sphere I held in my hands began to elongate.
The light enveloping the sphere—the blade—gradually faded, and Jung Han-sung could soon make out its proper form.
As the light disappeared, what was revealed was a single sword.
The blade was forged from a metal of deep, dark hue like blackened iron, and holding it firmly in hand, I could feel a rhythmic pulse emanating from within it, as though a living heart beat there.
Along the sword’s center, the mana stones linked like a spine pulsed slowly, yet unmistakably.
It didn’t look like mere mana circulation—it appeared as though genuine life itself had taken root within the blade.
―Phew, it’s done.
Arzka’s voice resonated through the sword immediately after.
Now he had become the blade itself, connected to Jung Han-sung.
Jung Han-sung quietly lifted the sword.
As I felt its substantial weight, a familiar sensation coursed through my hand—as though this had been part of me since ancient times.
‘It’s as if it was crafted to fit my hand perfectly.’
That was likely no mere illusion.
The blade’s form had taken shape based on me after the contract with Arzka was established.
“Good.”
I nodded briefly and slowly swung the sword.
Crack!
In that instant, a tearing bolt of electricity rippled across the blade, cleaving through empty air.
Though I had merely swung it toward empty space, the wall ahead trembled and stone fragments cascaded down.
“Hmm. There’s almost no mana wastage?”
―This body is no ordinary blade. Since it has taken a form optimized for your soul, there is no reason for mana waste to be significant.
At Arzka’s words, I nodded.
This blade currently possessed two abilities.
The first was the function to store the undead and release them at will. The second was the ability to strike at the soul itself.
And if Arzka’s strength recovered in the future, there was room for additional abilities to be unlocked.
Yet even setting aside those abilities, the blade itself alone was deeply satisfying.
I had already forgotten the sword I used to wield.
“Not bad.”
I wore a satisfied expression as I let the sword hang at my side.
Now that I had confirmed its abilities, it was time to test them.
I immediately summoned the undead.
Whoosh―.
As I chanted an incantation while scattering bone fragments, the undead appeared.
I thrust Arzka forward. There was no need to ask separately how to use the ability.
The method came to me naturally.
“Come in.”
At my command, the undead that had appeared before me grew hazy, then transformed into black mist and were drawn into the blade.
The process was remarkably swift, requiring no special incantation.
It was as natural as though it had been designed this way from the beginning.
“Come out.”
Summoning was the same.
The undead reappeared with merely a murmur while holding the blade.
Fine adjustments were equally simple—selecting only desired undead to summon and such.
I swung the blade while muttering.
“Once I become more accustomed to the incantation, I should be able to simplify it further.”
Using a flick of the blade as an activation command instead of a verbal incantation—this was something I’d need to practice methodically.
Jung Han-sung first gathered all the undead, then secured the sword firmly at his waist.
‘The rest I can test in actual combat.’
After all, I couldn’t test the power to strike at souls here.
“So… am I ready now?”
Jung Han-sung glanced around the Unique Space. The golem was safely in his inventory, and the contract with Arzka was complete.
With all business in reality and the Territory settled, there would be no problem even if I didn’t return for several days.
“Good.”
Soon, Jung Han-sung retrieved the key to the Hidden Floor from his inventory.
Gripping it tightly in his hand and exerting his will, a message appeared before his eyes.
[Entering Hidden Floor ‘City of Tombs’]
At the same time, his vision wavered before darkening completely.
But only for a moment.
With the familiar vertigo, his vision brightened again, and Jung Han-sung found himself standing in a damp alley.
―It seems we always start in a place like this whenever we come here.
At Onyx’s words, Jung Han-sung scratched his chin as he replied.
“Yeah, I know. Where exactly is this?”
But then.
Another message appeared before his eyes.
[Objective: Obtain Atlas Frame Blueprint]
[Time Limit: 30 days]
“Hmm.”
Last time it was about obtaining clues about the Atlas Frame, but this time it’s about obtaining the actual blueprint.
Naturally, the difficulty would be significantly higher.
However, unlike last time, I wasn’t entirely without clues.
‘This one remained.’
The key to the Hidden Floor.
Despite having used it, it remained in Jung Han-sung’s hand, just like the ancient document from before.
This key was obtained through chips earned while clearing the previous mission, and it contains information about the Atlas Frame.
Considering that the objective was cleared as soon as I obtained it, this must be quite a decisive clue.
‘Checking the contents of this chip should be the priority.’
With that thought, Jung Han-sung glanced around briefly before pushing off a wall and climbing onto a nearby building.
From the higher vantage point, the surrounding landscape came into view, and I could roughly estimate my location.
“Near the Storage Facility.”
It appeared to be near the place where I had stored items last time.
As Jung Han-sung leaped between rooftops, surveying the area, he soon spotted the Storage Facility.
He immediately entered and found all the items he had left behind before departing last time.
A soft rustle.
Inside were clothing, a terminal device, and various personal belongings.
Jung Han-sung changed into the clothes first, then powered on the terminal.
The terminal remained silent.
Which was only natural.
No one knew the number of the terminal I’d purchased from the Pawnshop.
As for Bartender Cali, who knew the number on this end, I’d never actually contacted her before.
“Hmm.”
As I emerged from the Storage Facility, I immediately manipulated the terminal and attempted to contact that Cali.
The distance to that Tavern from here was considerable, and I wanted to test out the terminal anyway.
‘Enter the number and send it like a text message on a phone?’
I stood for a moment, fiddling with the terminal this way and that, before soon managing to send a message.
Of course, no reply came immediately.
‘It’ll come eventually.’
I tucked the terminal into my pocket and began walking slowly through the Streets.
Since it had been a while since my last visit, acclimating to the atmosphere of this place took priority.
This was a world where technology had developed remarkably. In many respects, it could be said to closely resemble Earth.
‘I’d heard that the discovery of mana came quite late in this world as well.’
Among all the worlds connected to The Tower, there was none without mana.
The only differences were in concentration and the timing of discovery.
In Earth’s case, no one even knew mana existed until The Tower appeared.
Its concentration was far too weak to exert any meaningful influence on the world.
Now, after The Tower’s arrival, the concentration has been gradually increasing, but…
In any case, this world’s discovery came earlier than Earth’s.
Mana was discovered more than fifty years ago, they said.
So while it appeared on the surface to be merely a world of highly advanced science, upon closer inspection, the foundational technology was actually closer to mana engineering.
It was precisely the direction of development Earth should pursue, which made the spoils from this world exceptionally valuable.
‘In fact, rare-grade items from this world have sometimes been traded at prices comparable to epic-grade items.’
The downside, however, was that the average difficulty of missions was extremely high, and material rewards were rarely offered.
I mentally recalled such knowledge and then slipped into a nearby Alley.
Next, I placed my hand on the sword at my waist and murmured softly.
“Akasha.”
As soon as I called Akasha’s name, she appeared before me in a wisp of black smoke.
Of course, I thoroughly confirmed there were no CCTVs or anything like that nearby.
There was no benefit to having something like that recorded.
“You called for me.”
Akasha bowed her head slightly in greeting.
I nodded and handed Akasha the clothes I’d prepared in advance.
“Change into these.”
“Yes.”
Akasha immediately carried out my command.
Soon, Akasha had transformed to look just like a resident of this world. Though she was wearing a full-visor style helmet on her face.
‘Something like that counts as ordinary here anyway.’
Akasha was originally from this world. Moreover, she wasn’t an ordinary undead—she had undergone modifications through puppet mastery.
Unless a dark mage of considerable skill was observing her directly, it would be difficult to recognize her as undead at all.
“Let’s talk while we walk.”
“Yes.”
Jung Han-sung exited the alley alongside Akasha, their conversation flowing as they moved.
“You said you don’t have detailed memories, correct?”
“That’s correct. The memory damage is severe—a substantial portion of my personal memories have been lost. It’s highly probable that some kind of lock was placed on that information.”
That was unfortunate.
Given that information about her identity and the organization she belonged to had been completely erased, it was clear that her mind had undergone some form of manipulation, just as Akasha suggested.
But there was something else I had wanted to ask her about from the beginning.
“I’d like to examine the contents of this chip.”
Akasha observed the data chip Jung Han-sung casually produced and displayed, then slowly opened her mouth.
“I know the approach and method required to access it.”

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