I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 240

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#Chapter 240.
Time had passed with remarkable swiftness.
For nearly a week, I hadn’t set foot inside The Tower once.
Since my awakening, this was the first time I’d abstained from entering The Tower for such an extended period.
Yet those seven days hadn’t been spent in ordinary rest.
If anything, I’d been far busier than during my usual Tower ascents.
―You must have gained considerable insight over this past week.
That was precisely the case.
Throughout the week, I’d sparred with Arthur, and once each session concluded, I’d meticulously reviewed every detail without pause, repeating the process endlessly.
My body had already transcended human limitations, so mere snatches of sleep—two or three hours at a time—proved sufficient for complete recovery.
―If you take time to thoroughly digest merely what I’ve taught you this past week, you’ll unlock tremendous understanding.
“Indeed.”
I answered with measured composure.
Despite consistent review, far more remained undigested than what I’d already absorbed.
Arthur’s teachings would likely require extended time to fully internalize.
Previously, I’d astonished others by mastering in a single day what typically demanded weeks of arduous effort.
Arthur hadn’t repeated that mistake.
He’d imparted everything he knew about the sword—the totality of his knowledge.
The path forward now rested entirely upon my shoulders.
Should my capacity prove sufficient, I could achieve transcendence through the sword alone, just as Arthur had.
Even if it fell short, I’d rarely encounter a worthy opponent as a swordmaster.
―So this bout isn’t instruction—merely conversation. Come at me freely.
I did as Arthur suggested.
Raising my blade high, I began advancing with measured steps.
Though merely walking forward, each movement carried a weight unlike before.
Had an ordinary swordmaster stood opposite me, they would have felt as though a mountain itself were approaching.
But facing me stood one who’d glimpsed the ultimate truth of the sword.
Screech.
The moment our distance closed, both our blades carved through the air.
I disrupted the flow and evaded the incoming strike while stamping the ground with force.
Boom!
With a sharp impact, I swept my blade upward from below. Arthur’s response was elegant in its simplicity.
Clang!
By merely angling his blade, my strike was effortlessly deflected skyward.
He’d perfectly redirected my blade without exerting appreciable force.
To the naked eye, it appeared no different from two ordinary swordmasters exchanging blows.
The sole distinction lay in the speed—imperceptible to mortal sight.
Only then did we begin applying our true power.
Whoosh!
My blade, seemingly deflected away, traced an impossible arc and aimed for Arthur’s throat.
Ordinarily, such a trajectory would be impossible.
But if one reads the ‘flow’, the story changes. My blade merely rides upon the current.
Clang!
For the same reason, Arthur’s blade appeared as though striking empty air, deflecting Jung Han-sung’s sword away.
Once one transcends merely reading the flow and riding it, advancing to the point of manipulating the flow itself through sheer power, the conventional trajectory of a blade becomes meaningless.
Blade meets blade, appearing and vanishing in the empty air, the cycle repeating endlessly.
Their exchange was so intricate and bewildering that even an ordinary person, let alone a skilled swordmaster, would struggle to follow it.
Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang!
At times, their blades collided dozens of times in mere moments.
At other times, though both seemed to face empty space, neither recklessly swung their sword, instead watching each other with utmost vigilance.
Nothing but the flow.
Everything unfolds according to the flow. Since both wielded the same swordsmanship, ultimately, whoever dominated the flow would emerge victorious.
If one could express that flow in color, one would witness the flow controlled by both of them being pushed back and expanding in real-time, over and over.
‘Diagonally again.’
Jung Han-sung moved his blade multiple times, ceaselessly attempting to seize control of the flow.
Arthur responded to it simply.
Clang!
He had blocked the entire flow by targeting only the critical point.
But Jung Han-sung had anticipated even that. When the third blade was deflected, his sword suddenly slid forward as if gliding.
Whoosh.
Then the blades tangled, momentarily deadlocking. Jung Han-sung exerted force, attempting to drive Arthur back.
It was a crude attempt to seize and tear the flow, creating a void.
―Ingenious.
Arthur himself let out genuine admiration at that move—an exclamation he had not uttered once during their week of sparring.
But the ability to admire also meant he still had composure to spare.
“Ugh.”
Jung Han-sung felt a sharp pain in his arm and twisted his body to the side.
Whoosh!
A half-beat too late, the blade grazed past Jung Han-sung’s temple.
Had he not instinctively read the flow and evaded, the blade would have pierced through his skull.
Clang!
The blade then slipped from his grasp. Arthur had followed through, flinging Jung Han-sung’s sword away.
“You read everything.”
―Yes.
Arthur nodded. His armor bore a blade mark.
In that final, ultimate moment.
It was the trace of Jung Han-sung’s blade grazing across his neck.
Though Arthur subsequently struck down and completely disarmed Jung Han-sung’s blade, he smiled and spoke.
―You always exceed my expectations.
I taught with complete dedication over this past week, yet I never imagined you would advance to this degree in that time.
I thought there would be nothing left to surprise me.
Arthur sheathed his sword as he spoke.
―It seems there’s nothing left for me to teach you now.
“There is still much I have to learn.”
―If you reflect on the teachings of this past week, you’ll be able to master the rest on your own. I’ve imparted all my knowledge with that certainty in mind.
Arthur spoke in a calm voice, then glanced at the Guardian’s sword that lay nearby.
―And don’t neglect the divine blade. While relying on tools isn’t ideal, there’s no reason not to utilize what you already hold in your hands.
“I will keep that in mind.”
It was true—it had been quite some time since I’d used the divine blade Rodos.
Given its tremendous power, I’d resolved to use it only when truly cornered, which meant it had naturally fallen into disuse.
In fact, I’d nearly forgotten about it entirely of late.
Arthur smiled as if he’d seen through my thoughts, then opened his mouth to speak.
―The divinity you carry is no longer light. It means you’ve already climbed quite high.
“I’ve only just reached the 110s.”
―No one would call reaching the 110th Floor in merely a few months ‘just’.
Arthur fell silent for a moment after those words, then spoke again.
―Climb higher still. Then you too shall reach the seat of transcendence. When that time comes, we can speak more openly with one another.
His tone suggested he believed I would inevitably attain transcendent status someday.
I smiled at his words and replied.
“Then our next sparring match can wait until that time.”
―Heh, indeed. Ah, and Indra mentioned something—Sargon has been quite busy of late.
“Sargon, you say?”
Arthur nodded at my mention of the Evil God’s name, which I’d nearly forgotten.
―If that one has grown busy, it means he’s scheming something wicked again. In the past, I would have conveyed this through divine revelation, but now I can speak directly without issue.
At those words, I became acutely aware of the divinity dwelling within my body.
Though I hadn’t paid it much attention, the divinity had grown considerably larger than when I first obtained it.
I’d acquired fragments as I climbed through various floors, and its size had gradually expanded on its own.
Obtain divinity, and one’s status rises.
The higher you climb, the faster that acceleration becomes, Arthur had said.
―The time allotted to us is drawing to a close.
Arthur spoke thus far, gazed into empty space for a moment, then slowly looked at me.
Then he removed the helmet he’d been wearing on his head.
Seeing Arthur’s bare face for the first time, my eyes widened.
With long golden hair flowing, Arthur spoke.
―Then. Let us meet again up there.
With those final words, Arthur’s form became transparent, then vanished entirely.
I gazed at Arthur’s blue eyes, the last thing I’d seen, and reflected.
‘He’s quite different from what I imagined.’
After standing dazed for a moment, I soon collected myself and collapsed into a nearby chair.
It seemed I needed to rest for a while.
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Jung Han-sung slept for nearly ten hours afterward, completely exhausted from the fatigue that had accumulated over the past week.
While conditioning typically doesn’t recover perfectly from a single extended sleep session, Han-sung felt genuinely restored.
“Phew.”
After stretching languidly and rising, Han-sung headed to the kitchen and retrieved some food to eat.
Then he brewed a cup of coffee and checked his phone while sipping it.
He hadn’t checked his phone or anything else during the past week, so messages had accumulated to an overwhelming degree.
Most of the messages, unsurprisingly, came from Baek Jin-woo.
There were expressions of gratitude for his work, notifications that compensation had been deposited, and various other information and summaries of the current situation condensed into brief messages.
Additionally, there were inquiries from other countries requesting commissions through the Association.
However, Han-sung had no intention of taking on another commission immediately. It didn’t seem like Baek Jin-woo was particularly insistent about it either.
So Han-sung checked the messages briefly and set his phone aside.
“Hmm.”
Next, he turned on the television for the first time in a while and scrolled through various channels.
But there wasn’t anything particularly noteworthy on television either.
By the time an hour had passed, there was nothing left to do at home.
Well, when was that ever different?
‘I’ll enter The Tower.’
Han-sung rose from his seat and immediately entered The Tower.
His Unique Space, which he’d been relying on for the past week, came into view.
Sword marks were scattered throughout the Unique Space. Sometimes when he was in a hurry, he’d wield his blade here without even entering the training grounds.
“Hmm. I’ll need to repair this later.”
Han-sung scratched his chin and then moved from the Unique Space back to his Territory.
It had been quite some time since he’d visited the Territory.
While receiving instruction from Arthur, he’d focused on nothing else whatsoever.
Fortunately, the Territory showed no significant changes from his last visit.
After all, he’d only been away for about a week—what could have happened in that time?
But while he was surveying the surroundings with such thoughts, Baek-seol suddenly came rushing over from one side.
“Master!”
“Hmm? What is it?”
Seeing Han-sung’s puzzled expression at her urgently frantic tone, Baek-seol spoke rapidly.
“There was a war!”
“A war? There was one?”
Confused by her phrasing—not that a war had occurred, but that one “was”—Han-sung asked for clarification, and Baek-seol continued.
“Two days ago, some group attacked, but they were all captured and are now imprisoned!”
Han-sung’s expression turned bewildered, but he decided to visit the prison to see for himself.
“By the way, when was the prison built?”
“I reported it to you and had it constructed!”
“Really? I suppose I wasn’t paying attention.”
Walking while conversing with Baek-seol, Han-sung soon arrived at the building where the Prison Chamber was located.
Upon seeing those confined within the Prison Chamber, I couldn’t help but wear an expression of bewilderment.
“Dwarves?”
Inside were numerous dwarves crammed together in captivity.

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