I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 183

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#Chapter 183.
The undead shrieked and thrashed against their restraints, lunging forward with terrifying momentum.
Though their ferocity was genuinely menacing, Jung Han-sung’s eyes gleamed with fascination.
‘These might be worth attempting.’
I possessed considerable expertise in necromancy.
Though it was the last ability I’d learned, my compatibility with it proved remarkably high.
Among my necromantic abilities lay not only the creation of undead, but also the power to seize control of existing ones.
Yet I’d rarely employed this particular skill until now.
‘The conditions are deceptively demanding.’
First, using it against undead directly controlled by another Necromancer Commander was extraordinarily difficult.
The other’s influence proved far too potent.
Additionally, the mana expenditure was substantial.
Thus, wasting it on mediocre undead served no purpose but to squander mana.
It was far more efficient to simply gather suitable bones and raise undead directly.
Yet these undead before me met my standards quite adequately.
They must have been formidable warriors in life—their movements were fluid and precise, and the aura they emanated was genuinely respectable.
Most importantly, they’d awakened merely in response to the Infiltrator’s presence; no Necromancer Commander was actively controlling them from elsewhere.
“Just hold them back for a moment.”
With that, I withdrew a staff from my inventory and began chanting.
Cho Cheon-woong and Maria exchanged glances before moving to intercept the charging undead.
Boom—!
If I deemed them acceptable, they were certainly no ordinary undead.
Cho Cheon-woong and Maria were inwardly startled by the undead’s vicious and weighty strikes, yet they defended with all their might.
As top-tier Awakeners, they repelled dozens of undead attacks without sustaining a single wound.
Of course, had the battle continued indefinitely, exhaustion would eventually claim them as well, but fortunately they wouldn’t need to endure that long.
“Kneel.”
Having completed his incantation, I extended my staff toward the undead.
Black energy poured from the staff’s tip, enveloping the surrounding undead before being drawn into their skulls.
The undead, who had been shrieking and preparing to attack, convulsed as though struck by lightning.
And moments later.
“Krrrgh.”
They dropped to their knees and bowed their heads.
Completely subjugated to me. Cho Cheon-woong stared at the sight in wonder before asking.
“Wow… They’re all subordinate to you now?”
“That’s right.”
I returned the staff to my inventory and snapped my fingers lightly.
The kneeling undead rose and lined up obediently to one side.
“That was easier than expected.”
I’d anticipated the process would be more difficult given their caliber, yet they submitted remarkably quickly.
I discerned the reason without difficulty.
“It seems like it’s been neglected for quite a long time.”
“Neglected?”
“Yes. Undead lose their control if they aren’t managed periodically.”
Separate from the fact that there was no Necromancer Commander actively controlling them, there had to be an entity that created them in the first place.
These undead clearly hadn’t arisen naturally.
However, these undead had been neglected for so long that their creator’s control had nearly vanished entirely.
In essence, subduing them was hardly different from subjugating naturally spawned undead.
‘I hope there are more undead like this inside.’
If so, coming here would have been worthwhile in itself.
Han-sung made the undead follow him with that thought in mind.
Thus, Han-sung’s party advanced deeper inward. And throughout the process, the undead proved remarkably useful.
Since I’d left most of my undead forces back in the Territory, I’d had to handle everything myself, but now I had acquired a wealth of elite workers.
Crash―!
An undead rushing ahead got struck by a trap that suddenly sprang forth and went flying.
Seeing that, I simply had to carefully avoid triggering the trap again and pass through that section.
I could have advanced by smashing through the traps as spectacularly as before, but this approach was far more efficient.
It consumed almost no strength.
Thanks to this, not only I but the other two could advance steadily without expending much energy.
“I never imagined exploring the Ancient Ruins could be this comfortable….”
Maria seemed quite impressed by this swift advance, muttering as much midway through.
Ancient Ruins were typically far more troublesome than Dungeons, yet Han-sung was exploring them with the ease of a casual neighborhood stroll, which was only natural.
In any case, after acquiring the undead, the exploration gained even more momentum, allowing them to examine far greater territory than before.
“Roooaaarrr―!”
And in the process, they encountered undead two more times.
One group was similar in both level and numbers to those I’d first acquired, but the second group was different.
Their numbers were only half, but their level was considerably higher.
Of course, the difficulty of subjugating them wasn’t particularly different. They’d been neglected just as long.
“Wow. These are pretty comparable to the ones under my command, aren’t they?”
The newly subjugated undead were at a level comparable to the highest-tier undead among my existing forces.
Of course, they couldn’t compare to those undead who had earned individual names.
With the undead count more than doubled and even more powerful specimens acquired, the exploration speed accelerated further.
“It’s a door.”
Not long after, they discovered a massive door.
Maria scanned the door from top to bottom as she spoke.
“The aura emanating from the door feels rather ominous.”
“The energy flowing from beyond that door also feels quite unsettling?”
Cho Cheon-woong followed up on her words.
Han-sung nodded at what they said.
Just as they described, the aura felt from the door and beyond it was quite dense and unsettling.
It was as if something powerful had been sealed away behind the door.
The door appeared to be centuries old, yet the patterns adorning its surface still gleamed with crystalline clarity.
But what truly captured attention were the traces left beneath it.
“It seems more than a few predecessors have passed through here.”
“It appears all those capable of entering have already done so.”
As Maria said, multiple traces remained beneath the door.
Judging by the scattered footprints, a considerable number of people had already ventured beyond—their paths crisscrossing in chaotic patterns.
It was hardly surprising.
The Ancient Ruins had been discovered quite some time ago, and despite thorough searches of the surrounding area, no living survivors had been found.
If anyone had survived until now, they would likely have ventured far deeper into the structure.
“Let’s proceed.”
“Yes.”
Jung Han-sung made his decision without hesitation—he would enter immediately.
After all, he had no intention of turning back now.
“Creak.”
At my command, the undead surged forward and grasped the door’s handles.
The weight was considerable—four undead had to cling to each door panel to manage it.
Grrrrrrgh!
With the sound of something heavy being dragged, the doors swung open on both sides.
Simultaneously, something began emanating from within the doorway—a pale, mist-like substance.
I narrowed my eyes at the sight.
“Specters.”
At first glance, they appeared to be merely dense fog, but my eyes perceived the souls dwelling within them.
Each one was a spirit that had died harboring resentment. In The Tower, such entities are commonly called Specters—or phantoms.
Whiiiiiii!
The Specters, realizing their identities had been exposed, immediately revealed their true forms and surged toward my group.
It was a rather violent welcome.
But I showed no particular alarm, simply raising one hand.
Though ordinarily this power saw little use and thus remained inconspicuous, I possessed a force exceptionally effective against such adversaries.
Cracklecracklecrackle!
Lightning, to be precise.
The lightning I wielded was no ordinary electricity—it originated from Indra himself.
It inherently carried ‘divinity’ within it.
―Kyaaaaaaaaagh!
As the web of lightning engulfed them, the Specters shrieked in agony and immediately attempted to flee.
But I clenched my outstretched hand, cutting off their escape.
The expansive net instantly covered the space, ensnaring the Specters that had emerged from within the doorway.
What followed was remarkably simple.
I merely needed to gradually tighten the lightning net.
The Specters, fleeing the searing pain, crowded inward, yet they could not escape annihilation.
Thus, in less than a minute, over hundreds of Specters were obliterated within the lightning net.
“Wow.”
Cho Cheon-woong let out a final exclamation of admiration upon witnessing the sight, then lowered the weapon he had been holding.
It seemed he had immediately grasped that there would be no opening for him to intervene.
Jung Han-sung only released his tightly clenched fist after confirming that the last Specter had dissipated.
Thump.
The lightning net vanished, and in its place, a small bead-like object fell to the ground, bouncing and rolling with soft thuds.
Jung Han-sung had one of his undead retrieve it, and the moment he received it, an explanation materialized before his eyes.
[Essence of Wraiths]
[Grade: Unique]
[The essence left behind when hundreds of resentful spirits perished in a single location. Depending on the method of use, it can produce various effects.]
The description also listed several methods of application.
In summary, it could be consumed directly to increase mental fortitude and mana recovery, or used as a material for crafting spirit-based weapons and equipment.
However, what truly captured my interest was the final application listed.
‘As expected, this can be used in necromancy as well.’
This Essence of Wraiths appeared to be an essential material for crafting high-grade Specters.
Now that I thought about it, my current undead forces were considerably skewed in one direction.
Typically, Necromancer Commanders craft a balanced mix of undead that exert physical force and spectral entities.
Each type excels in different domains.
Yet I had no wraiths in my arsenal whatsoever.
‘It’s about time I created some.’
Even for simple reconnaissance, commanding a single wraith would prove far more effective than directing dozens of ordinary undead.
Jung Han-sung placed the essence into his inventory and resolved to begin crafting a wraith at the earliest opportunity.
“Let’s move.”
Having concluded his preparations, Jung Han-sung gestured toward the still-open doorway and spoke.
All of them followed without objection, proceeding through the open door into the depths beyond.
Though Specters poured forth the moment the door opened, the interior proved surprisingly mundane.
It was simply a long, expansive corridor stretching into the distance.
“Hmm. It’s unexpectedly ordinary, isn’t it?”
“There’s still an unsettling feeling, but there’s far less here than I anticipated.”
Considering the aura that had emanated just before opening the door, a scene of carnage unfolding immediately beyond would not have been surprising.
Perhaps for that reason, this utterly mundane appearance felt all the more peculiar.
However, Jung Han-sung did not dwell on it at length.
After all, destroying everything would suffice.

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