I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 130

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#Chapter 130.
Jung Han-sung remained unflustered by the sudden turn of events and retrieved an artifact from his possession.
It was an artifact with no particular function beyond emitting light, but it proved perfectly suited for the current situation.
“A Stone Gate.”
The reason the light had suddenly vanished was that a massive Stone Gate now blocked the entrance through which I had entered.
Upon approaching and tapping the Stone Gate, I sensed that despite being constructed of stone, it would not shatter easily.
‘Though if I struck it with full force, it might break?’
Jung Han-sung entertained the thought briefly before shaking his head.
There was no need to focus on destroying the Stone Gate right now. After all, I had no intention of leaving until I had conquered the Dungeon.
“Let me see what we have here.”
Instead, Jung Han-sung turned his attention forward and carefully surveyed the Dungeon he had just entered.
At first glance, there was nothing particularly remarkable about it.
The walls bore traces of having been worked, though they remained rough, and the ceiling and floor were no different.
The only noteworthy aspect was that the space appeared far more expansive than it had seemed from the outside.
Finding nothing else worthy of examination, Jung Han-sung advanced slowly, guided by the faint light emanating from the artifact.
The undead surrounded him front and back, matching his pace.
‘It certainly runs deep.’
As I continued walking, I became aware that this Dungeon was far deeper and more complex than I had anticipated.
Paths branched into two or three directions at intervals, and occasionally I even sensed myself circling the same location repeatedly.
Yet Jung Han-sung pressed forward without hesitation.
The utility of the Shadowless Divine Thief’s channel proved invaluable in such circumstances.
Though I had stumbled somewhat at first, as time passed I naturally came to understand the Dungeon’s structure and which direction to proceed.
After some time had elapsed.
“I’ve come to the right place.”
Jung Han-sung arrived at a space that was clearly extraordinary at first glance.
It was an immensely vast chamber, with stone sarcophagi arranged in a line along the walls.
The sarcophagi, lined up in the depths of the Cave, emanated an eerie atmosphere in themselves, but considering what I knew of this Dungeon, the eeriness alone was not the concern.
Click.
The undead, sensing the presence of their own kind, began forming battle formations even before receiving orders.
Immediately after.
Grrrrrrgh!
The lids of the sarcophagi opened in unison, and something began crawling out from within.
At first glance, they appeared little different from skeletons, classified as the lowest-tier undead.
Their entire forms consisted of nothing but bone, devoid of any flesh.
Yet as Jung Han-sung observed them more carefully, he quickly discerned that something was amiss.
‘The skeletal structure is somewhat unusual.’
They resembled skeletons, certainly, but upon closer inspection, there were subtle differences. The head in particular showed considerable deviation.
However, standing on the precipice of combat, the most striking difference was the aura they emanated.
They radiated an intensity that belied their classification as lowest-tier undead.
Click, click, click.
Soon they naturally gathered together and began advancing while maintaining a formation.
At the sight, Jung Han-sung’s eyes narrowed.
For even the lowest-tier undead to display such organized behavior, there would need to be a commanding presence nearby, yet I couldn’t spot any other entity.
Could they be hiding somewhere, concealing their true nature?
That possibility certainly existed.
But a different possibility came to mind first.
“Those things don’t seem like ordinary skeletons….”
―I concur, Master.
Then, an unexpected response came from Onyx.
Jung Han-sung glanced at Onyx and asked.
“Do you sense something?”
―Yes. I could be certain if I observed them from closer.
“Go ahead.”
Since the enemies were approaching slowly anyway, Jung Han-sung moved closer and openly gave Onyx time to observe.
Then Onyx stared intently at the enemies before licking his lips and speaking.
―Those are dragon-fang soldiers.
“Dragon-fang soldiers?”
―Yes. They don’t seem to be perfect ones though. It looks like they were made by mixing in other materials due to insufficient materials.
Dragon-fang soldiers.
Jung Han-sung knew well what those were.
Dragon-fang soldiers originally referred to artificial lifeforms like golems created from dragon teeth.
But the definition used by necromancers was slightly different.
Undead created using dragon teeth or dragon bones were equally called dragon-fang soldiers.
The ones before my eyes were clearly the latter.
Also, whether it was due to insufficient materials as Onyx said, or a lack of skill, these creatures clearly fell short of the true majesty of proper dragon-fang soldiers.
“Not bad at all.”
Yet Jung Han-sung smiled.
“Either way, it means those creatures have dragon teeth or bones mixed into their bodies, right?”
―Indeed.
“Then those are all high-grade materials.”
Dragon bones and teeth were naturally premium materials without question.
Moreover, they were so rare that even those who wanted them couldn’t acquire them because there were no sellers.
Upon hearing this, Onyx licked his lips and spoke.
―It’s probably because The Tower’s progression in your world isn’t very advanced.
“Is that so? I suppose. I’ve heard that proper dragon-kind haven’t appeared as enemies yet.”
After the 100th floor, powerful lesser dragons have appeared as enemies, but dragons themselves are limited to sightings at best.
So naturally, acquiring parts of their bodies would be difficult.
From that perspective, the dragon-fang soldiers approaching right before me appeared to Jung Han-sung not as enemies but as highly desirable spoils of war.
Roooaaarrr!
But first, to claim them, I had to repel those who had begun charging at me.
Jung Han-sung silently raised his sword and pointed it forward.
At that signal, the undead under Jung Han-sung’s command, who had been maintaining their formation until now, charged directly at the enemy.
Screeeech―!
As always, Araktar sprayed webbing toward the front, binding the enemy’s vanguard.
Whether they were dragon-fang soldiers or anything else, escaping Araktar’s webbing through their own strength was impossible, and the other undead seized that opening to rush in.
Crash―!
Karon swept away the immobilized enemies with his massive blade. And immediately following him, Nox infiltrated the enemy formation.
Bang, bang, crash―!
Nox crushed the dragon-fang soldiers while wreathed in destructive energy.
And unlike the other three, Akasha moved through the enemy formation covertly, cutting off their escape routes. Through her actions, I could see the enemy’s formation slowly crumbling.
Even if the dragon-fang soldiers were stronger than ordinary undead, they couldn’t surpass my four undead.
Each of them possessed extraordinary characteristics of their own.
Crash―!
However, the dragon-fang soldiers showed respectable performance against the regular undead.
Considering that even the “regular” undead were all enhanced through composite sorcery, their display was remarkable.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
Of course, the overall battle situation remained overwhelmingly in my favor.
Unlike the enemy, I had four special individuals. With them overturning the battlefield, there was no way the dragon-fang soldiers could endure.
On top of that, the regular undead were also beginning to show results bit by bit.
―They’re consuming eagerly. How exactly was that sorcery crafted to still be effective?
“That’s why it’s special.”
The sorcery Onyx mentioned naturally referred to composite sorcery.
Through the power of the sorcery, the undead were growing stronger in real time as they absorbed the dragon-fang soldiers they defeated.
Jung Han-sung watched the scene with a slight smile.
Typically, undead are counted among the most troublesome opponents to face.
Not only do they rarely die, but as long as a sorcerer supplies mana, they recover endlessly.
But for Jung Han-sung, there were no better opponents than undead.
Mediocre enemies could simply be disposed of, while slightly stronger or special undead became subjects for composite sorcery.
‘I wish there were more dragon-fang soldiers.’
Thinking a thought that someone typically conquering a dungeon would never have, Jung Han-sung observed the battle.
After approximately ten minutes had passed.
Crack!
With Karon crushing the skull of the last dragon-fang soldier that had held out, the battle came to an end.
The result was naturally an overwhelming victory.
The enemies were completely destroyed and absorbed by my undead.
Thanks to that, I could feel the undead emanating an even more powerful presence than before.
“Absorb them quickly. Let’s move on immediately.”
Of course, Jung Han-sung wasn’t satisfied with just that.
The dragon bone content ratio in those dragon-fang soldiers was too low—even combining all of them, I’d be lucky to create one or two proper dragon-fang soldiers.
To properly strengthen the undead, I needed far more materials.
‘If it’s a Dragon Fang Vial, that would be even better.’
Jung Han-sung entertained that thought while allowing the undead to finish their feast before advancing once more.
As he proceeded along the corridor, Jung Han-sung encountered several more chambers of similar construction.
To his delight, each space contained sleeping Dragon Fang Vials, and they became sustenance for the undead without exception.
“The appearance is starting to change noticeably now.”
Jung Han-sung murmured as he moved along the corridor after his fourth battle.
The undead had absorbed the Dragon Fang Vials evenly throughout their battles, but as always, some among them were advancing faster than others.
One undead in particular caught his eye—originally skeletal in form, its very shape was gradually transforming.
It was beginning to resemble the Dragon Fang Vials more closely.
‘Actually, to be precise, that creature is far more authentic than the Dragon Fang Vials in this place.’
If he compared the concentration, the difference would be at least four or five times greater, wouldn’t it?
―The dungeon’s master would lament such a sight.
As Jung Han-sung entertained such thoughts, Arzka spoke to him for the first time in a while.
Jung Han-sung chuckled softly as he responded.
“As someone in a similar predicament, are you feeling some sympathy?”
―Similar predicament? Are you comparing this body to some lowly dungeon master?
“That’s right. You were a sacred emperor, and the master here is just another run-of-the-mill Dungeon Master, right?”
―Precisely.
Rather than disciplining Arzka, he simply nodded while smiling.
Though his tone was somewhat presumptuous, he ordinarily followed orders diligently without complaint.
Honestly, recently Arzka had proven far more useful than Onyx.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
But just as he was thinking such thoughts, the corridor suddenly began shaking violently.
Jung Han-sung paused for a moment and surveyed his surroundings.
“The dungeon’s master seems to have lost his temper.”
This was clearly no natural tremor.
Jung Han-sung could sense it.
The entire space was resonating and trembling with its master’s rage.
Simultaneously, Jung Han-sung could infer that he would soon encounter the dungeon’s master.
‘That’s unfortunate.’
He would have preferred to face more Dragon Fang Vials.
Nevertheless, Jung Han-sung ordered the undead to accelerate their pace.
If the corridor were to collapse, it would become troublesome.
Fortunately, Jung Han-sung and the undead arrived at a vast chamber not long after.
It was far larger than any space they had traversed thus far, and simultaneously emanated an intensely ominous aura.
“Hmm.”
Jung Han-sung first observed numerous sarcophagi arranged throughout the chamber.
But what soon captured his attention was the towering Altar positioned at the innermost point.
Upon seeing the Altar, Jung Han-sung naturally recalled the ‘Profane Altar’ he had witnessed in the first Dungeon, for their appearances were nearly identical.
And upon that Altar—suspended in empty space—dwelt the source of all this ominous presence.
A core completely stained black.

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