I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 193

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#Chapter 193
The strike I absorbed and sent back shattered Kaltar’s defensive barriers head-on and pierced through.
Several of the spears he commanded even snapped in the process.
It was a sight that gave one a sense of just how devastating that power truly was.
Yet what mattered most wasn’t how powerful the returned strike had been, but rather that it had created an opening.
Crack!
I immediately surged forward with all my strength and extended my sword ahead.
Crackle!
Blue energy condensed at the blade’s tip, and then lightning surged forth like a torrential cascade of water.
Boom!
Thunder roared as lightning tore through the fractured barriers and finally reached Kaltar’s body.
For the first time, Kaltar’s composed expression vanished as he manipulated the spears he’d summoned around him.
Whoooosh!
The spinning spears began to absorb the nearby lightning.
I couldn’t even begin to fathom the principle behind such a peculiar technique.
Yet even with such strange sorcery, he couldn’t completely nullify my lightning—several bolts still reached his body.
“Ugh.”
A groan escaped Kaltar’s lips.
Though he’d deflected more than half, the remaining force was far from negligible.
Particularly, the holy power imbued in my lightning proved devastatingly effective once again.
Fundamentally, dark mages don’t have favorable compatibility with holy power.
And the reason Kaltar suffered greater damage than expected was that he hadn’t anticipated lightning concentrated with such potent holiness.
“What kind of dark mage wields such holy power…”
Kaltar muttered irritably, then spread both arms wide.
Whoooosh!
Black energy surged from his body like a tidal wave.
Those energies soon transformed into spears and various weapons.
I frowned at the sheer number. The newly manifested weapons numbered well over fifty.
Moreover, unlike before, they weren’t unified as spears but took on countless different forms.
“Tsk, summoning spirits is already difficult enough to sustain.”
Yet Kaltar himself showed no signs of strain whatsoever.
Summoning spirits themselves was simple enough, but maintaining control over such a vast number of them was far from easy.
It spoke volumes about Kaltar’s prowess as a Necromancer Commander.
Had a weaker Necromancer Commander attempted such a feat, the spirits would have already lost control and run rampant.
“I was going easy on you. Let me do this properly.”
With those words, Kaltar reached into empty space once more.
A black staff materialized in his hand.
I immediately recognized it as no ordinary object.
An extraordinarily dense aura of death emanated from it—incomparable to any other undead or spirit.
Boom!
And its power was immediately revealed.
The moment Kaltar wielded that staff, the aura emanating from the undead and spirits began to surge explosively.
“Try blocking this.”
Kaltar then swung the staff.
Crash—!
As he did, one side of the Hall was literally ground away along the staff’s trajectory. It looked as though some colossal force had clawed through that space.
While it appeared at first glance that he was wielding tremendous power without any incantation, Jung Han-sung immediately saw through the deception.
‘Space magic and time magic, mixed with necromancy?’
He had warped spacetime to reduce casting time and narrow the focal point, then unleashed catastrophic destruction through necromantic arts.
Of course, understanding this did nothing to improve the situation.
‘A monster.’
The very fact that he could wield power in such a manner was monstrous.
Spacetime magic was extraordinarily difficult, yet he wielded it with such mastery—and on top of that, he blended necromancy into it?
Such a feat was impossible without profound expertise across all three disciplines.
Crash—!
And Kaltar immediately attacked me with that power.
Had I not accelerated my nerves through Divine Technique, I would have been caught completely unaware.
Crash!
But even with accelerated perception, evading the attacks with ease was impossible.
So several perilously close moments unfolded.
However, danger was not mine alone to face.
“Watch your side!”
“Move!”
Cho Cheon-woong and Maria were struggling far more than before.
As Kaltar strengthened the undead, the balance that had been maintained in a tense stalemate began to tilt sharply in one direction.
Crash—!
The blow from an empowered undead was no different from swinging a massive chunk of iron.
Though Cho Cheon-woong blocked the attack with his weapon, his arm screamed with pain as though it might snap.
He gritted his teeth and swung his weapon.
The undead staggered back slightly, then charged forward recklessly once more.
Splash—!
Had Maria not poured a potion over the undead from the side at that precise moment, it would have been truly dire.
Whatever potion was in that bottle, the undead suddenly became sluggish and began flailing toward Cho Cheon-woong.
Cho Cheon-woong seized that opening and struck the undead relentlessly.
“Shriek—!”
But as time passed, the undead recovered and began raging wildly once more.
Meanwhile, the undead I had subjugated had already dwindled to half or less.
It was a situation that could only be called a crisis.
‘This is not easy.’
From the moment I first saw him, I knew he was no ordinary opponent, but facing him directly proved far worse than I imagined.
Among all those I had faced thus far, he stood utterly unparalleled.
Even when I had battled the Evil God’s apostles or giants in the distant past, I had never felt a sense of crisis quite like this.
For now, I was managing to evade his attacks, and Cho Cheon-woong and Maria hadn’t sustained any grievous wounds—or so I thought—but from my perspective, it was merely a matter of time.
One misstep, and everything would come crashing down.
‘I need to make a choice.’
Even amid such dire circumstances, I found myself thinking.
Fortunately, I possessed a power for precisely such moments.
‘The Channel window.’
As I dodged his assault, I summoned the Channel window into the empty air before me.
It had been an eternity since I’d consulted the Channel window during such a frantic battle.
Aside from when I first entered The Tower, I had rarely found myself cornered to this degree.
In truth, whenever I faced danger, I preferred to overcome it using the power I had already acquired rather than subscribing to new Channels on the fly.
Yet I had no intention of dying a meaningless death by stubbornly clinging to pride in a situation like this.
Crash—!
Thus, as I narrowly evaded his onslaught, my eyes continued to scan the window.
Fortunately, I didn’t need to deliberate from scratch.
I had prepared and organized certain Channels in advance for emergencies like this.
I swept my gaze across them from beginning to end, and in that brief moment, I made my decision.
‘Subscribe!’
With no opportunity to move my hands, I issued the subscription request through thought and will alone.
Rumble—!
Just as the ground beneath my feet crumbled under the enemy’s assault, a small window materialized before my eyes.
[You have subscribed to the Indra Channel using a Gold Ticket]
[This subscription is valid for a total of 5 minutes]
Despite using a Gold Ticket, the duration was merely 5 minutes.
Considering this Gold Ticket was an enhanced version—a higher tier than those from before the restructuring—it was remarkable.
With the current Gold Ticket, Channels that previously granted only 5 or 10 minutes of subscription could now sustain for several hours.
Rumble—!
Yet precisely because of that, its effects were incomparable to any other Channel.
Crash—!
The moment I subscribed to the Channel, lightning suddenly erupted from my body in torrential streams.
Kaltar sensed something amiss and unleashed a barrage of attacks toward me.
The very assaults that had driven me to the brink mere moments ago came pouring down.
Crash!
But as the lightning flashed once more, those attacks vanished without a trace.
Kaltar’s eyes widened at the sight.
There was an immense difference between blocking an attack and ‘erasing’ it entirely.
Jung Han-sung had unmade Kaltar’s assault, reducing it to absolute nothingness.
“What—!”
As Kaltar cried out in shock and disbelief.
Jung Han-sung felt the intensity of it as well.
The Channel he had subscribed to—Descent of the Divine—wasn’t about summoning a god into his body the way the name suggested.
Rather, it was more like… a portion of consciousness overlaying his own?
Yet Jung Han-sung remained acutely aware of this fact, and it was still he who thought and acted in this moment.
“Haaah.”
But there was undeniably a difference.
Omnipotence. Yes, there was no other word for it but omnipotence.
As if the entire world lay beneath his feet.
The enemy that had threatened him moments ago now appeared absurdly insignificant.
Such omnipotence brought with it a sudden, overwhelming sense of ennui.
“Haaah.”
Yet as Jung Han-sung exhaled, he recalled what he needed to do.
The subscription lasted only five minutes, so there was no time to waste. He had to finish everything within those five minutes.
“Is this how it works?”
Jung Han-sung murmured aloud as he raised one arm.
At that, Kaltar flinched and gripped his staff with both hands, extending it forward defensively.
He seemed to expect an attack coming his way.
Whoooooosh!
As if answering Kaltar’s expectation, tremendous power converged in the hand Jung Han-sung had raised.
It felt as though lightning itself had been compressed and compressed again.
Yet the hand’s target was not Kaltar. No—Jung Han-sung’s palm faced toward where Cho Cheon-woong and Maria were fighting.
Crackle-crackle-crackle-crack!
Enormous bolts of lightning descended, striking the undead.
Before this, the undead had shown some resistance to lightning.
But this time, the result was starkly different.
Sizzzzzzle.
The moment the lightning struck, the weaker undead crumbled into black ash and fell to the ground.
Only the most powerful among them barely maintained their forms.
But that was the extent of it. They could no longer move and collapsed to the ground.
In a single attack, all those formidable undead had been eliminated.
Kaltar’s expression became one of utter incomprehension at the sight.
“Impossible. What kind of power is this? How did you do it?”
Jung Han-sung’s current state was something even Kaltar, who had lived for such an eternity, could not comprehend.
But Jung Han-sung had no intention of giving Kaltar time to understand.
Three minutes and twenty seconds remained.
Jung Han-sung raised his arm once more.
Whoooooosh!
Kaltar desperately unleashed the mana he had gathered, creating an overwhelmingly thick barrier of protection.
It appeared sturdy enough to withstand a meteor strike.
Yet Jung Han-sung smiled and extended his palm.
Crash―!
Divine retribution’s lightning struck down upon the barrier.

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