I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 191

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#Chapter 191.
News of the Ancient Ruins had spread not only within The Tower but far beyond its walls.
It was inevitable.
Every time ruins had been discovered before, extraordinary treasures had emerged from them.
The very reason people grew excited at rumors of ruins was because the first discovery had yielded an absolute jackpot.
The treasure found in those initial ruins was something called the Jade of Salt Flame, which currently belonged to a Japanese Ranker.
While detailed specifications of the Jade of Salt Flame remained unknown, people estimated it to be at least a Mythic-grade item or higher.
This assessment stemmed from the sheer power the Ranker displayed when wielding the Jade of Salt Flame.
That Ranker, who had merely held a respectable position in Japan but ranked barely in the upper echelon by global standards, ascended to become one of the world’s most prominent Awakeners after obtaining the Jade of Salt Flame.
Similar stories repeated themselves with each subsequent discovery of ruins.
Yet the Awakeners who had thrilled at news of this latest discovery quickly grew cold upon hearing different rumors.
The reason was simple: word spread that Major Guilds from both the United States and China were heading toward these newly discovered ruins.
Aegis—the United States’ premier Major Guild, counted among the world’s most formidable.
And Nok-rim, the rising Major Guild making waves across China.
With these two guilds entering the fray, it meant virtually no opportunity remained for others.
For ordinary Awakeners to compete against them was absurd.
So many Awakeners gathered in online spaces to lament rather than journey toward the ruins.
―Aegis will probably claim it this time, right?
―That’s likely. Even if Nok-rim has bulked up considerably, Aegis is still Aegis.
While Nok-rim was hardly a guild to dismiss, their opponent was simply too formidable.
Aegis was America’s top-ranked guild.
And America was generally regarded as possessing the strongest Awakener forces among all nations.
Not only did it boast a substantial population, but its distinctive immigration policies attracted considerable talent from across the globe.
For Aegis to rank first in such a nation meant their military strength was proportionally extraordinary.
―Come on, it’s not like Aegis and Nok-rim will clash head-on over the treasure. Nothing’s certain yet.
―True, but by that logic, couldn’t someone other than those two guilds obtain it?
―No way. I heard they’re already filtering out riffraff right at the entrance.
Rumors about those guarding the Ruins Entrance had already spread across the internet.
This was because those turned away at that checkpoint had lingered in the area before giving up and posting online.
―Those bastards wouldn’t even let us see the Ruins Entrance;
―Why hasn’t anyone taken them out? They’re not even famous.
―Still, they’re not weak by any measure.
The conversation quickly shifted toward criticizing those blocking the entrance.
Then, at that moment, a post appeared.
―The Nameless One broke through the entrance lol
It was a post claiming that someone called the Nameless One had driven away the group blocking the entrance.
Naturally, the moment that post went up, the forum erupted.
―Is that the Nameless One?
―Who else could it be?
―Wait, I heard they didn’t really do anything special—those guys just got scared and backed off?
―Ah, that feels refreshing.
They cheered at the tale of how the Unknown had swept away all those gathered at the entrance in a single blow.
And on the other hand, they expressed subtle anticipation as well.
―Could it be that the Unknown is claiming the Ancient Ruins’ treasure?
There was a sense of expectation that perhaps the Unknown would accomplish something significant this time too.
Of course, there were opposing opinions as well. Or rather, such opinions were far more prevalent.
―No matter what, it’ll be tough to break through Aegis and Nok-rim.
―I mean, regardless of strength or anything, the numbers alone are going to be vastly different. They said only three came from the Unknown’s side? Nok-rim seems to have brought almost dozens this time. Aegis brought over ten as well.
―This is brutal.
No matter how high the Unknown’s individual strength was, overcoming such a numerical disadvantage was no simple feat.
Especially when the opponents they had to overcome were all among the most renowned Guilds.
It meant the skill gap wouldn’t be that significant.
As a result, those who had expressed anticipation gradually began to abandon their hopes one by one.
―This seems impossible even for the Unknown.
Meanwhile.
Han-sung’s Territory was in a very peaceful atmosphere.
“It’s so convenient having the undead handle all the chores.”
A young man responsible for security in the village spoke thus while observing the undead lined up along the wooden palisade.
A middle-aged man who had settled here much longer nodded and replied.
“Indeed. At first, living alongside the undead was somewhat inconvenient, but now I hardly notice them at all.”
“Right? It’s better to live with the undead than to double the watch hours.”
“That’s right. Doing less work is the best.”
Just as they said, the undead’s labor here was an indispensable element of the village.
The undead required almost no rest, neither eating nor sleeping.
In exchange, they couldn’t execute overly complex commands, but that wasn’t a significant problem either.
There were several villagers in each area who could provide detailed instructions to them.
“Hmm.”
And Baek-seol was observing all this from one side.
Though Jung Han-sung, Cho Cheon-woong, and Maria had all left the village, it continued to function without major issues.
The gaps left by Maria and Cho Cheon-woong had been filled long ago, and Jung Han-sung had never been heavily involved in the village’s operations anyway.
If Baek-seol were to leave, things would certainly begin to creak, but that wasn’t happening.
Yet despite managing the village so well, Baek-seol’s expression wasn’t particularly good.
“I hope he returns safely….”
Baek-seol murmured in a worried voice.
This wasn’t a one or two day occurrence.
Baek-seol typically showed this anxious demeanor whenever Jung Han-sung went to challenge The Tower or similar endeavors.
As the Territory expanded recently and work increased, such moments had diminished somewhat, but now that she had a moment of respite, the worry surfaced anew.
But that too was brief.
“Yes, he’ll return safely.”
Baek-seol deliberately spoke with conviction, murmuring thus before rising from her seat.
She understood it too—that worry only multiplied the more you indulged it, never diminishing.
And Jung Han-sung had never once failed to return.
This time would be no exception.
“Needless worry.”
Baek-seol murmured to herself and walked toward the center of the Village with measured steps.
There, she approached the man managing the Village.
“How many people have settled here recently?”
“Baek-seol. Thirty-five people have settled within the past week.”
“How many skilled craftsmen among them?”
“Seven in total.”
“Not bad at all.”
Though she already knew the answer, Baek-seol asked the question as a test, and having done so, she pushed her worries aside and immersed herself in her work.
* * *
While matters unfolded thus outside and in the Territory.
Jung Han-sung faced the Unknown Man.
He maintained his vigilance while his eyes swept rapidly across the surrounding space.
The chamber where the throne sat was extraordinarily ornate.
It resembled an ancient Temple, or perhaps some magnificent palace.
Massive pillars stood throughout, each inscribed with faint patterns that shimmered in countless hues as light played across them.
And the man who had spoken sat upon a throne positioned at the very center of this grand space.
“I worried all your visitors would leave empty-handed. Fortunately, some have managed to reach this place.”
At the man’s words, Jung Han-sung broke his silence.
“Are you the master of this place?”
“Master, you say.”
The man answered with a crooked smile at Jung Han-sung’s question.
“Well, you could say that. I designed this place, after all.”
“I heard this was originally a warrior’s Grave?”
“Ah! Is that the rumor spreading?”
The man’s smile deepened with amusement.
“To be precise, that warrior is indeed buried here as well.”
“…Then he isn’t actually the master?”
“Of course not. Just because a servant is buried in a place, how could one call him the master?”
Cho Cheon-woong and Maria showed signs of shock.
They had every reason to be.
The man had called that great warrior a ‘servant’—which meant he himself was that warrior’s master.
“Well, the rumor was probably spread by those who visited last. They left without ever seeing my face.”
“We didn’t see any corpse of that warrior on our way here?”
“Of course you didn’t!”
The man spoke with a grin.
“You came this way because you answered correctly. All those who came before chose the wrong answer.”
“An absurd answer?”
“That’s right.”
The man nodded slowly.
“I’ve buried several traps within those fragments. This time, a few of them fell into those traps and ended up in the wrong place. They arrived earlier than you all did.”
At those words, Jung Han-sung reflexively thought of the Aegis Guild.
He’d certainly heard from Nok-rim that they’d arrived at that Grassland, yet there had been no trace of them anywhere.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. You all got the right answer, after all.”
The man said this as he rose from his chair.
And in that instant.
Whoooooosh—!
A sudden surge of overwhelming force rushed forward, pushing Jung Han-sung, Cho Cheon-woong, and Maria back.
But Jung Han-sung kept his expression rigid and unyielding against that force.
Though the pressure was considerable, I didn’t budge an inch from where I stood.
“Oh. Quite strong, aren’t you.”
The man’s expression brightened as he observed my reaction.
“Good. It would be tedious if my guests, after so long, turned out to be too weak.”
“You keep talking about fun—what was your reason for creating this place?”
“My reason for creating this place?”
The man answered Jung Han-sung’s question simply.
“To avoid dying, of course.”
“To avoid dying?”
Jung Han-sung’s expression grew puzzled.
After all, I sensed no aura of death emanating from this man.
A Necromancer Commander who had reached enlightenment could transform himself into undead, but if that were the case, he should reek of death.
Yet this man was unmistakably human. A living, breathing human.
To my reaction, the man answered simply.
“Well, of course I’m alive now. This space was created for that very purpose.”
Then he spread both arms wide as he spoke.
“This entire vast space was prepared for my survival. Within it, I can continue to live forever.”
“Just how long have you been alive?”
Jung Han-sung set aside all other questions and voiced the most pressing one.
The man held up a single finger.
“A thousand years.”
He spoke with a deep, resonant laugh.
“Exactly a thousand years.”

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