I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 171

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#Chapter 171.
It wasn’t that I disliked using my head.
I simply preferred to clear my mind completely and indulge in unfettered rampage.
―Roooaaarrr!
The flame giants shrieked with fury as they charged at me for daring to invade their domain.
Though giants were collectively grouped under a single name, the differences between their various races were substantial.
These flame giants, for instance, possessed an innate command over fire and tremendous physical strength, yet their intellect was decidedly limited.
Which meant they were little different from ordinary monsters.
Crackle-crackle-crack!
So when I unleashed torrents of lightning, they recoiled in fear but never ceased their charge.
But in the next instant.
Boom―!
I kicked off the ground and flew in a straight line, my heel connecting with a giant’s skull. Their eyes widened in shock.
I was barely the size of one of their fingers.
Yet that tiny figure sent a giant soaring through the air, tumbling into the distance.
It was as surreal as a chestnut struck by a stick performing multiple aerial flips before crashing down.
Even low intelligence possessed instinct.
After all, don’t beasts flee when something feels dangerous?
The problem was that the flame giants possessed intellect at an awkward level.
Their instincts screamed warnings, yet their pride held their feet in place.
“Excellent. Next!”
As I laughed and shouted, the giants finally roared with renewed fury and charged again.
I flicked my fingertips lightly.
Electricity surged upward, and the current flowing wildly around my body converged into a single point, forming a sharp spear of pure energy.
Snap!
Rising into the air, I raised one arm high and hurled the spear at the foremost charging giant.
Crack-boom!
The spear flew with a thunderous roar, piercing straight through the giant’s chest.
The giant, charging with such momentum, went rigid as stone and collapsed like a felled log.
The giant behind it couldn’t avoid the obstacle and tripped over the fallen body.
I descended toward the downed giant, channeling all my power into my feet.
Boom―!
With a deafening crash, the giant’s head slammed into the ground.
Pure, overwhelming violence.
At this point, hesitation finally flickered in the giants’ eyes.
Their pride meant nothing when the situation unfolded in a direction entirely opposite to their expectations.
Yet they couldn’t flee either.
Crackle-crack!
No giant existed faster than me while I wielded divine combat skills.
So, resigned to their fate, the giants charged at me once more.
Boom―!
Giants were giants, no matter how you looked at it.
When they decided to charge in and unleash their assault, I naturally found myself in several harrowing moments.
Yet the more danger I faced, the more wildly I fought.
I needed moments like this—when my mind was completely clear and I could focus entirely on combat.
“All of you, come out and fight!”
I summoned all my undead forces mid-battle and commanded them to engage the giants on their own.
The undead immediately obeyed, launching attacks on the surrounding giants.
Naturally, the undead couldn’t do what I could—cleave a giant in two with a single stroke.
Even my strongest undead fell short of my capabilities.
Slash―!
So they worked together, taking down the giants one by one.
When Araktar fired her webs to bind a giant’s legs, Nox would rush in and strike its head, while Karon slashed at its vital points with his blade.
Slash―!
And the finishing blow fell to the swift Akasha.
Though she couldn’t bring the firearms that had proven so useful on the previous floors, her combat prowess remained exceptional even without them.
The other undead, while individually no match for the giants, could still harass them relentlessly through sheer numbers.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
And I unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks, felling giant after giant.
The difference that emerged from subscribing to the new channel was how much more refined my use of brain electricity had become.
Before, I could only gather my power and hurl it, or channel it through my weapon as I swung.
But now, even as I wielded my blade and moved, I wove intricate techniques seamlessly into my attacks.
I spread nets of electricity to paralyze approaching giants. I formed barriers to block their strikes.
I hurled spheres of electricity into their mouths and detonated them from within.
None of these techniques were weak, yet the actual power I poured into each one was far less than before.
‘It’s exactly like martial arts.’
I thought this as I swung my blade.
What was martial arts?
It was the study of wielding great power with relatively little force.
Even with the same amount of energy, the sword of a third-rate swordsman could never match the sword of a master.
Similarly, the power from third-rate techniques differs vastly from that of first-rate techniques.
The same applied to the new techniques I had recently learned.
A spear of electricity?
It was easy enough to mimic roughly.
All you had to do was condense your power and shape it.
But the efficiency was a world apart.
If you simply copied it without any technique, the energy required would be not two or three times more, but nearly ten times greater.
‘The efficiency itself operates on a different level.’
And this change brought a significant transformation to my combat.
While I possessed a considerable reserve of mana, I still had to manage it carefully.
But now, even while pouring out techniques without pause, I didn’t need to worry about mana depletion.
My efficiency had improved significantly.
―Krraaaaaahhh!
As a result, the giants could only feel fear watching Jung Han-sung, who showed no signs of fatigue while continuously hurling lightning bolts at them.
They were growing increasingly exhausted just swinging their fists, yet Jung Han-sung unleashed lightning like a madman without showing the slightest hint of weariness—it was only natural they felt dread.
Meanwhile, Onyx, observing everything from within the armor, clicked his tongue and muttered to himself.
―I’m reminded anew, but he’s truly become a monster.
When I first saw Jung Han-sung, I knew he wasn’t an ordinary human.
Though I had declined and declined until barely scraps remained, I was still a demigod.
With my remaining power alone, I could easily crush most mortals to death.
But Jung Han-sung was different.
I, who had been devastated by a climber who had ascended The Tower for mere months, experienced truly tremendous shock.
That’s precisely why I cast aside even my pride as a former demigod and submitted to Jung Han-sung.
Great shock and curiosity.
Yes, curiosity.
I was desperately curious about how far this monstrous human could possibly go.
And Jung Han-sung continued to display far more than what I had anticipated.
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
Onyx clicked his tongue as he watched Jung Han-sung drive lightning into another giant’s body.
He even found himself thinking that the giants seemed rather pitiful.
* * *
Jung Han-sung breaking through multiple Floors consecutively wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.
So apart from becoming a topic of discussion, it didn’t cause the entire world’s communities to flip upside down all at once.
However, there were places where interest had grown compared to before.
―Is he really human?
―I heard he came from a newly-entered dimension.
―How does that make sense? Then he wouldn’t have received early education, right?
―Even if he’s a new entrant, it must have been decades ago, so wouldn’t he have received early education since childhood?
It was the community among Tower climbers.
Unlike Earth’s communities that communicated primarily through the internet, communities within The Tower were built through multi-channel communication networks.
Why, Jung Han-sung himself possessed one, didn’t he?
However, such communities weren’t singular. With The Tower’s history spanning hundreds of years, there existed countless communities depending on their purpose and composition.
The community paying attention to Jung Han-sung was one where discussions primarily centered on the current status of climbers within The Tower.
And the reason it was now bustling with talk about Jung Han-sung was simple.
―But even so, how did he clear the 80s Floors all at once? Does that even make sense?
―It doesn’t make sense. Around the 80s Floors, even the simplest hunting mission would spawn dozens of giants.
―Right. At that level, the difficulty difference between missions isn’t that significant either.
Because Jung Han-sung was breaking through the 80s Floors at a truly insane pace.
After lingering on one Floor for a while, he suddenly began clearing one Floor every twenty to thirty minutes consecutively.
That speed was so tremendous that in less than a single day, all records up to the 89th Floor had been completely overwritten.
―Even if it’s a remote Tower, does it make sense that they’ve completely shattered all the records?
―That’s hardly surprising. If someone has the skill to climb at that pace, it would be stranger if they didn’t break the records, wouldn’t it?
―A true monster. Once they reach the 100s Floors, there’s bound to be quite a stir.
―Exactly. Maybe this time we’ll finally be able to sweep away those stagnant old-timers over there.
―That’s actually something I’m looking forward to.
In any case, they continued chattering away, their feelings toward Jung Han-sung a mixture of awe, anticipation, and subtle unease.
Of course, Jung Han-sung was completely unaware of all this.
After all, he didn’t even belong to that Community.
“Ugh. I’m exhausted.”
Currently, Jung Han-sung had returned to Earth House and was sprawled across the sofa.
It had been quite a while since he’d been this completely drained. Usually, even after returning from The Tower, a brief nap would restore him.
But now, despite having slept a full ten hours straight, the fatigue refused to lift, so he lay there groaning.
―Didn’t I tell you to take it easy and pace yourself?
Even Onyx, who usually didn’t come out often since he claimed his body grew sluggish on Earth, chided Jung Han-sung.
In response, Jung Han-sung simply waved his hand dismissively.
Onyx was right—he had definitely pushed himself too hard.
He’d gotten caught up in the thrill of fighting in the Giants’ Floor and had pressed onward to the next level, then the next, without rest.
And it hadn’t helped that the missions kept appearing simple and straightforward, making it difficult to stop midway.
After all, it’s always hard to stop when you’re having fun.
―This time, make sure you get proper rest. The 90th Floor won’t be easy.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Jung Han-sung nodded and closed his eyes.
It seemed he should get a bit more sleep.
But then.
Ding—
His phone suddenly chimed. Jung Han-sung picked it up.
He saw a message from Baek Jin-woo.
Jung Han-sung checked the content first, thinking he’d reply later if it wasn’t urgent.
But the moment he read the message.
Jung Han-sung’s eyes gleamed.
And for good reason—the message’s contents were far from ordinary.
―I’ve finally confirmed the exact reason why monsters are appearing outside The Tower.
This was information he’d been waiting for quite some time.

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