I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 205

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#Chapter 205
When the black liquid came pouring out, Jung Han-sung’s reaction was nothing short of instantaneous.
Crackle!
He immediately radiated electricity around him to block the splashing liquid, and unsatisfied with that alone, he threw his body to the side without hesitation.
One might have called it an excessive reaction, but Jung Han-sung had no intention of suffering from carelessness at the final moment.
Yet even as he responded so thoroughly, a single drop of the liquid inevitably touched his body.
―Kehehehe!
That was when it happened.
A voice suddenly echoed through my mind.
Jung Han-sung furrowed his brow.
Something felt profoundly unpleasant, and I soon understood why.
―You let your guard down!
The voice reverberating through my mind belonged to none other than the Demon I had just been fighting.
Jung Han-sung swept his eyes across the surroundings before responding.
“Is this some kind of curse?”
―A curse? How dare you compare this great Demon’s power to such crude techniques!
“I see. But why has your manner of speech become so frivolous?”
The voice itself was identical, yet the tone was so flippant that it was impossible to imagine it came from the same Demon as before.
It felt like an entirely different Demon.
The Demon made no effort to hide this and spoke freely.
―That too is one of my abilities.
“An ability?”
―Yes. That manner of speech was merely the speech pattern of the body I controlled.
Hearing that much, I could immediately discern what kind of power this creature wielded.
“In other words, you’re something like a parasite.”
―Kehe, you’re not wrong. And your next host will be none other than you.
Vagadur spoke with a voice tinged with exhilaration.
―Such a powerful host! With this, I might even ascend beyond the rank of the Four Kings.
“Then that swordsmanship wasn’t something you learned either?”
―I have no need to learn such techniques. I can use the power of the host I control as is. Your formidable strength will soon fall into my hands.
“I see. But is it wise to reveal such things so freely?”
―It matters not. If you hadn’t been infected, perhaps. But now that you have, there is no escaping my grasp.
Vagadur’s voice was brimming with confidence.
And with good reason. The ability Vagadur possessed was extraordinarily powerful.
No matter how strong a being was, none had ever escaped his ability.
Even the Demons known as the Four Kings had submitted to him, and Vagadur himself had ascended to the rank of a new Four King, had he not?
―Now kneel before me and surrender your body!
Vagadur cried out with a loud voice.
In truth, even as we conversed, he was secretly eroding Jung Han-sung’s body.
Thus, there was nothing I could do in this moment. All that remained was to quietly surrender my body.
…or so Vagadur thought.
“Why me?”
When Jung Han-sung posed the question in such a composed voice, Vagadur found his words catching in his throat.
“You’re falling behind too much.”
In the meantime, Jung Han-sung calmly drew upon his power to even support their undead forces.
There wasn’t the slightest sign of him struggling against or being troubled by Vagadur’s strength.
―H-how?
Vagadur barely managed to speak.
But Jung Han-sung’s response was blunt.
“What are you even doing in the first place? I don’t feel anything at all.”
It wasn’t mockery—it was the plain truth.
When Jung Han-sung first heard Vagadur’s words, he had braced himself.
The creature’s abilities clearly didn’t seem easy to counter.
Yet as the demon actually wielded his power, Jung Han-sung felt nothing whatsoever.
While examining his own body, he discovered the reason.
‘A force antithetical to divinity.’
Vagadur’s ability could not dare breach the sacred. And Jung Han-sung harbored divinity within his body.
The seed of lightning gifted directly by Indra and the divinity he had personally obtained. Two forms of the sacred.
The power Vagadur had stealthily extended was absorbed the moment it touched Jung Han-sung’s divinity.
Yet Vagadur had felt none of it.
In his current state, he could only diffuse his energy throughout his body—he lacked the precision to exert fine control.
―W-wait! This can’t be right!
Only then did the creature react to Jung Han-sung’s response, desperately attempting to reclaim his energy, but the power already digested by the divinity would never return.
It was essentially as though he had surrendered his strength to Jung Han-sung.
As the situation unfolded this way, Jung Han-sung couldn’t help but feel bewildered.
‘Did this creature not even know he was weak to divinity?’
Of course, that wasn’t the case.
Vagadur naturally knew he was vulnerable to the sacred.
He simply hadn’t imagined that a mortal like Jung Han-sung would harbor such overwhelming divinity within his body.
The lightning Jung Han-sung unleashed certainly carried divinity, but typically divinity was drawn from the power of gods rather than from within one’s own body.
Or more precisely, that was almost always the case.
Someone like Jung Han-sung, who carried divinity within himself, was an extraordinarily rare exception.
Had Vagadur been more cautious, he might have deliberated further, but in truth, once blades had begun to cross, his options were severely limited.
With his host’s throat pierced and dead, he needed to find a new vessel.
―Ah…!
Vagadur thrashed desperately until the very end, trying to alter the situation, but there was nothing he could do.
The encroaching divinity, having finished its feast and preparing to consume the final fragments, swallowed him whole.
“Mm.”
Jung Han-sung suddenly felt a heaviness settle in his stomach.
This sensation was entirely new to him.
―Your divine power has grown stronger.
And at that very moment, Onyx observed Jung Han-sung’s condition and added a remark.
“Divine power?”
―Yes. That creature Vagadur’s power was directly absorbed by the divine force.
“Can that even happen?”
―It’s not a common occurrence. But it’s not entirely impossible either.
Onyx clicked his tongue and explained the principle in detail.
Jung Han-sung listened halfheartedly before shifting his gaze into empty space.
[Vagadur has been eliminated!]
A message had appeared before me.
Followed by the usual messages—notifications that I had completed the conquest at the highest difficulty and shattered previous records.
This conquest’s reward was a bundle of demonic stones saturated with demonic energy.
While not exceptionally rare, it was quite useful.
Demonic energy could be used to strengthen the undead.
“Return to me, all of you.”
I then extended my hand, calling back the undead still engaged in combat.
―What, what is this?
The Demons, who had been locked in fierce battle moments before, wore bewildered expressions as their enemies suddenly vanished.
I ignored them and turned to leave, but changed my mind and raised one arm.
Crackle, crackle, crackle―!
Then I unleashed a barrage of lightning bolts. Dozens more Demons were ground to dust.
The Demons’ will to fight completely shattered, and they began their retreat without hesitation.
Only then did I wear a satisfied expression and think to myself.
‘Return.’
My body then dissolved into empty space.
In the place where I had vanished, only ruins remained.
* * *
Immediately after returning to The Tower’s Unique Space.
I first sat in lotus position and inspected my body from within.
Though I had confirmed that Vagadur was absorbed by the divine power, I decided to check thoroughly just to be certain.
After concentrating with my eyes closed for some time, I opened them and nodded.
“It’s completely gone.”
Not a trace of Vagadur remained within my body, no matter how carefully I searched.
It appeared the divine power had indeed consumed him perfectly.
For all his confidence, his end was remarkably anticlimactic.
‘Well, no ability in this world is truly perfect.’
Ultimately, how powerful an ability is matters far less than who wields it.
Had Vagadur not rashly charged at me attempting to seize my body, but instead employed his power differently, it would have been far more troublesome.
For instance, if he had possessed the bodies of kingdom citizens to hide, or taken hostages and continuously switched forms?
Even for The Tower’s missions, I would have struggled to massacre innocent civilians of the kingdom.
―Lucky that bastard’s an idiot.
Onyx shared a similar sentiment, his tone cutting as he spoke.
Jung Han-sung chuckled and nodded.
“Exactly. Well, since there’s no real problem, should we head to the next one right away?”
―What, no rest?
“Rest? We’ve only climbed one floor.”
Onyx clicked his tongue at Jung Han-sung’s attitude, as if questioning why he’d ask such a strange thing.
―Normally people rest after climbing a floor… though I suppose it’s pointless saying that.
“You know me well.”
Jung Han-sung answered thus and immediately declared his intention to enter the next Tower.
In response to his will, his body was instantly sucked into somewhere.
He was entering the 92nd Floor.
Yet this time, the transition felt unusually prolonged. The darkness should have ended by now, but it continued unabated.
Just as he began to feel puzzled by this.
Suddenly his vision brightened and a message appeared.
[You have entered the Inter-floor Gap]
[Find the exit and escape]
Jung Han-sung’s face filled with confusion as he reflexively read the message.
‘What?’
Inter-floor Gap. Exit.
He wondered what exactly this meant, but there was no time to ponder deeply.
Crash―!
Suddenly something plummeted toward where Jung Han-sung stood.
Of course, he had already sensed its approach and rolled to the side.
After evading, he examined the spot and found a massive stone block there.
But that wasn’t the end.
Whoosh!
This time, arrows came flying from somewhere.
Jung Han-sung dodged the attacks while thinking.
‘What classical traps.’
Stones falling from the ceiling and arrows shooting from the walls.
Very classical traps indeed.
Yet their intensity was extraordinary.
Normally with such traps, he would have scoffed and simply blocked them in place.
But something felt different now.
Despite being merely stones and arrows, there was a sense that he couldn’t afford to take them head-on.
Bang!
So Jung Han-sung continued evading the traps while simultaneously reviewing the message.
‘What is the Inter-floor Gap?’
This was information he had never encountered before.
Fortunately, there was someone who could help.
“Onyx, do you know anything about the Inter-floor Gap?”
―What? So that’s where you’ve been?
Onyx opened his mouth as if he’d been waiting for this question.
―The Inter-floor Gap is literally a space that exists between floors. You enter it with an extremely rare probability.
“What are the conditions for entry?”
―It’s random. Either you have terrible luck or absurdly good luck, and then you slip in.
Jung Han-sung furrowed his brow as he asked.
“I understand the terrible luck part, but why would falling into a place like this be considered good fortune?”
Onyx answered simply once more.
―Because this place is as dangerous as it is rewarding.
“Rewarding?”
―That’s right.
To Jung Han-sung’s persistent questioning, Onyx licked his lips.
―Typically, the Inter-floor Gap harbors treasures that have flowed down from multiple floors.

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