I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 13

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#Episode 13.
The moment I heard the purple aura and the title “Great One,” a figure came to mind.
‘Sargon.’
It was Evil God Sargon, the one I’d encountered on the 10th Floor.
Back then, the Hobgoblin, who had been the original Flow Master, had muttered something about the Great One before that explosive purple aura had erupted outward.
However, I didn’t quite understand what my opponent was saying.
“An apostle?”
I roughly understood what an apostle meant. But why would they propose such a thing to me?
My opponent seemed to notice my confusion and spoke in a cheerful tone.
“He cherishes brave warriors. Especially those with formidable fighting spirit and exceptional talent.”
“So you’re offering me the position of apostle?”
“A glorious offer it is. If you understand, kneel and accept his grace.”
I answered without much hesitation.
“I’d rather not.”
At my words, Kaltis furrowed his brow with an inexplicable sense of déjà vu and displeasure before asking.
“Why?”
“Well, I mean…”
The very title of “Evil God” rubbed me the wrong way, but saying so seemed pointless.
So I offered a different reason.
“When we fought before, you didn’t seem that strong.”
‘Your god can’t fight worth a damn.’
At the implication of my words, my opponent’s expression went blank for a moment before he burst into laughter.
“Haha. You’ve only glimpsed the tiniest fraction of him. Your arrogance knows no bounds.”
It was a natural enough response, but his laughter didn’t sound pleasant.
Rather, a murderous intent rippled through the air.
“I am Kaltis, apostle of the Great One. Allow me to show you what it truly means to receive his grace.”
I watched as Kaltis took a stance as if he might charge at me any moment, and my mind raced quickly.
‘I can escape whenever I want.’
Things had somehow come to this, but I had already achieved my objective on this floor.
I could leave whenever I wished. That’s why I’d spoken so bluntly without hesitation.
But my thoughts shifted.
‘This looks like it could be quite the fight.’
As Kaltis began drawing upon his power in earnest, a competitive spirit naturally rose within me.
And since I could safely withdraw whenever I wanted, wasn’t this the perfect condition to gain combat experience?
Having made my decision, I drew my sword and took my stance, speaking.
“Find an opening and escape when you can.”
The words were directed at Maria, who remained nearby.
“Ah, yes! Don’t worry about me!”
Maria nodded at my words. Then she quickly stepped back, creating distance.
Seeing the anticipation gleaming in her eyes, it seemed she had no intention of leaving anytime soon.
Han Sung paid her no particular further attention.
“Where are you looking?!”
While I was briefly conversing with Maria, Kaltis—fully prepared for battle—was already charging at me.
Seeing Kaltis closing the distance at tremendous speed, I swung my blade right there.
Crash!
A thunderous sound erupted.
It was the noise of my sword colliding with Kaltis’s fist.
Despite blade striking flesh, not even a scratch appeared on Kaltis’s fist.
In fact, he was slowly pushing my sword back.
‘His raw strength is extraordinary.’
Chen Long, who now inhabited Kaltis’s body, was originally an Awakener specialized in physical enhancement.
Whether he could fully harness that power or not, his physical capabilities were unmistakably superior to mine.
But combat is never merely a contest of brute strength.
Whoosh!
As we clashed, I tilted my blade diagonally and thrust it upward while twisting my body to the side.
Whoosh!
Slice!
Kaltis’s fist cut through empty air as my blade that followed carved across his shoulder.
A wound far from shallow.
Yet instead of retreating, Kaltis pressed forward even more aggressively.
He was denying me the space to wield my sword.
But Arthur’s fundamental swordplay wasn’t limited solely to blade work.
Thud!
Kaltis’s fist, thrown as he closed in, collided with my elbow, and I easily blocked the follow-up kick aimed at my thigh with my knee.
To wield a sword well, one must command their body with absolute precision.
Hand-to-hand combat—striking with arms and legs directly—was the perfect training for such mastery.
“Tsk.”
Finding himself outmatched even in close combat, Kaltis clicked his tongue and created distance once more.
Barely twenty seconds had elapsed, yet we’d exchanged countless blows in that brief span.
‘He hasn’t fully drawn upon his true power yet.’
The attacks he’d displayed weren’t poor, but they fell short of the danger my instincts had warned me of when we first met. He was clearly holding back.
Then Kaltis spoke abruptly.
“Why not reconsider now? If you accept the offer, he will forgive everything.”
“Why? Realizing you can’t win after fighting?”
“…You certainly know how to provoke.”
Kaltis answered coldly and shifted his stance.
At the same moment, the violet aura swirling around him converged toward his hands, taking on a distinct form.
It was a scythe.
You know, the kind of massive scythe commonly depicted in entertainment media as what Western reapers carry.
“Right then. I’ll simply ask again once you’re still breathing. Your arms and legs can be reattached later, after all.”
Instead of answering, Han Sung simply smiled.
Taking that as a signal, Kaltis pushed off the ground again and charged forward—several times faster than before.
Clang!
This time, sword and scythe collided.
The impact was far greater than when fists had clashed.
It wasn’t merely that his strength had increased. Something felt fundamentally different.
This must be his true power.
Whoosh!
Kaltis wielded the enormous scythe as naturally as his own limbs, pressing Han Sung relentlessly.
I expected the larger movements would create more openings, yet surprisingly they didn’t.
The reach itself was inherently long, and the trajectory was so peculiar that breaking through proved difficult.
Whoosh!
Ducking to evade the attack, I felt the scythe slice through my hair.
Pulling my head back sharply, a violet blade swept past my vision.
A hair’s breadth away.
It felt like dancing atop a razor’s edge.
One misstep and I would lose my life—an intense thrill coursed through me.
Yet I was smiling.
“You damnable rat!”
It was Kaltis who grew heated instead.
Every time he thought his strike would land, it fell short by a hair’s breadth—infuriating.
But he was not the type to attack recklessly in his excitement.
Instead, his assaults became even more precise and threatening.
He understood that unlike himself, who was endlessly empowered by the great one, his opponent had limits.
Indeed, Han Sung could not mount a proper counterattack.
Though I occasionally swung my blade, Kaltis would deflect or block it, then unleash another barrage.
‘He’s a completely different type from those I’ve faced before.’
The strong opponents I’d encountered previously typically overwhelmed me with superior physical specs.
But Kaltis was distinctly different.
Setting aside other abilities, his technique alone was formidable enough to warrant the title of master.
Yet it wasn’t enough to break my spirit.
‘Excellent, but not perfect.’
I continuously evaded his attacks and occasionally swung my blade, while my mind recalled the essence of swordsmanship.
What mattered wasn’t how many times I swung.
It was landing the most lethal strike at the opportune moment.
However, waiting passively wouldn’t bring that moment.
Kaltis showed no openings yet, and if this continued, I would tire first—that much was clear.
So I had to create an opening myself. And I had a hidden trump card.
Earlier, when I withdrew toward the exit, it wasn’t solely to complete this floor’s objective.
As I swung my blade, I clicked the ‘Subscribe’ button I’d kept visible in the corner of my vision.
Moments later.
Uuuuuuung―!
Power surged from the depths of my being, and a lion-shaped mark etched itself across my shoulder.
[You have subscribed to the surging power of ‘Indomitable History’ using a Bronze Ticket.]
[This subscription’s duration is 10 minutes.]
My most formidable weapon was subscription. There was no reason to hold back against a powerful opponent.
Kaltis seemed to realize something belatedly, but by then I had already swung my blade.
Kwaaang!
A thunderous boom echoed forth—one that seemed impossible to have come from merely a sword and scythe colliding.
Kaltis didn’t lose his grip on the scythe, but the overwhelming force shattered his stance entirely.
“This is absurd…!”
What was remarkable was how he twisted his body mid-collapse, desperately attempting to counterattack.
But I didn’t pause. I unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes.
Bang, bang, kwaaang―!
The thunderous sounds rang out repeatedly until Kaltis finally lost all balance and crashed backward.
The small opening he had created had grown into an irreparable fissure.
I raised my blade to finish him.
Kwarurung!
Thunder crackled, and the lightning clinging to my sword sang of wrath.
“I-impossible!”
Kaltis’s face paled as he sensed something from that blade, but I swung it without hesitation.
Kwaddddduk!
In his final moment, Kaltis yanked his scythe to defend his vital points.
But my blade cut through relentlessly, piercing the scythe.
“Kraaaaaagh!”
It was the moment Kaltis—who had shown little reaction even when cut by my blade before—let out an agonized scream.
The scythe, which had originally gleamed violet, vibrated wildly and erupted with light. Then came a sharp crack, and it shattered completely.
Slurp―.
Along with the fragments of his destroyed scythe, Kaltis collapsed to the ground.
I raised my blade to finish him but hesitated.
It was instinct again.
A sense that something had changed.
Sure enough, the next moment, a violet aura spread from Kaltis’s body and began to coalesce into a single point.
Then it became a small orb and fell to the ground.
“Hmm.”
I alternated my gaze between the completely unconscious Kaltis and the orb lying on the floor, then reached out and picked it up.
The message appeared at that very moment.
[You have defeated an Apostle of Evil God Sargon.]
[You have achieved the challenge ‘Vanquish a Divine Apostle (Silver)’!]
[You have obtained two essences imbued with divinity. Obtain one more to unlock a new subscription system.]
I smiled at the unexpected message.
Beyond the rewards themselves, the message confirmed that I had completely defeated the Apostle.
I looked at Kaltis—or rather, Chen Long—sprawled across the floor.
‘Well, as long as he’s still breathing, he’ll find his own way back.’
I had no intention of looking after him.
The only reason I hadn’t finished him with my blade at the end was a measure of mercy.
Just as I turned to leave.
Maria, who had been hiding to the side all this time, stepped forward.
“Excuse me! Would you mind having a quick conversation?”
“What is it?”
“I’ll be direct. Our Guild—”
I’d suspected as much. Another Guild recruitment pitch.
“I’m not interested at the moment.”
I rejected it outright.
Regardless of how prestigious the Guild was, I had no intention of joining any organization right now.
Maria, as if she’d already anticipated this, continued without missing a beat.
“That’s fine. Then let me make you a different proposal. This one benefits you as well.”
“A proposal that benefits me?”
Annoyed as I was, the mention of mutual benefit made me ask again.
Maria’s eyes gleamed as she spoke.
“Would you be interested in entering the Hidden Floor that our Guild discovered together with us?”

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