I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 246

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#Chapter 246.
It approached Jung Han-sung slowly. Once the distance had narrowed sufficiently, it suddenly stretched both arms wide.
Shhwooooosh―!
Black liquid then spread outward, staining the surrounding area in darkness.
It was then that Jung Han-sung understood.
‘Sargon.’
This entity had been sent by Sargon.
Jung Han-sung now stood in a space shrouded in murky darkness.
It was hardly surprising.
Among the assassins Sargon had sent before, there had been several of this kind.
Above all, the Jung Han-sung of now was not the same as before.
“Grrrrgh.”
Jung Han-sung observed the entity that glared at him with an unsettling sound.
At first glance, it didn’t appear particularly dangerous.
Apart from the ominous aura it radiated, there was no particularly formidable power emanating from it.
Yet Jung Han-sung remained vigilant.
‘If he made a move, it wouldn’t be half-hearted.’
Sargon had already failed several times. And he had remained silent for quite some time.
He must have realized that a half-hearted approach was worse than no attempt at all.
Therefore, this time he must have laid a trap to finish me off with absolute certainty.
“Grrrrgh―.”
Then it moved slowly forward. Jung Han-sung never took his eyes off it.
The next instant, seized by an eerie premonition, I threw myself to the side.
Boom―!
Immediately after, a deafening sound erupted where Jung Han-sung had been standing.
Jung Han-sung swiftly swung his blade before he could even comprehend what had occurred.
Scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape!
A harsh sound like scratching something solid rang out.
There stood an entity whose form continuously shifted and transformed.
Jung Han-sung decided to simply regard it as one of Sargon’s apostles.
‘Can it move freely through the interior?’
That certainly seemed to be the case.
It hadn’t moved particularly fast—there had been no sense of presence at all.
As expected.
Whoooosh!
The creature that had just been clashing blades suddenly swung its arm at me from behind.
It had teleported there in the blink of an eye.
Jung Han-sung narrowly evaded the attack while lowering his head.
Whoosh!
Then once more, with a piercing sound of displaced air, the apostle’s arm swept past overhead.
That wasn’t the end of it.
Boom, boom, boom, boom—!
The creature relentlessly shifted positions, pressing Jung Han-sung without a moment’s respite.
It was like facing an enemy that teleported continuously without any cooldown.
But Jung Han-sung quickly suppressed his bewilderment and began responding immediately.
He evaded several attacks.
The moment the surrounding flow suddenly converged into a single point.
Crack!
He swung his blade with vicious precision.
His sword cleanly severed the apostle’s shoulder, and its arm fell to the ground.
Yet the apostle seemed utterly indifferent to this.
Whoooosh!
It immediately shifted position again and launched another attack.
Even more remarkably, its arm had completely regenerated.
‘It recovers wounds instantaneously.’
At this level, it was closer to regeneration than mere recovery.
It seemed this too was a manifestation of the space’s power.
Crash—!
The creature proved this point by appearing completely unscathed moments after being slashed repeatedly, continuing its relentless assault.
Whoooooosh—!
The instant the surrounding flow distorted, Jung Han-sung lowered his body.
Boom!
The apostle’s foot crashed into the ground, unleashing a shockwave that sent Jung Han-sung sliding backward. Each attack carried brutal, lethal force.
Blocking would only result in losses. He had no choice but to evade. The problem was that merely dodging indefinitely wasn’t a solution either.
‘It doesn’t look like it’ll tire out on its own.’
If he could win by stalling, that would be ideal, but the space surrounding him remained unchanged as time passed.
The entity before him showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.
Meanwhile, Jung Han-sung, no matter how exceptional his stamina or mana reserves, was ultimately human and would inevitably exhaust himself.
He had to find some way to break through this deadlock.
‘There’s no choice.’
Jung Han-sung decided to let go of his hesitation. Hadn’t he already resolved this before entering The Tower?
The moment Sargon attacked—to release his constraints.
Zzzzzzzzzzzt—!
Immediately after making his decision, electricity surged outward in all directions.
The enemy that appeared behind Jung Han-sung again tried to swing its fist without hesitation, but this time Jung Han-sung was faster.
Slash—!
His blade cleanly severed the creature’s entire shoulder.
Jung Han-sung hadn’t spread the electricity to directly harm the creature.
The electricity dispersed throughout this cramped space was essentially a web.
A web specialized in reading its opponent’s movements rather than restraining them.
Whoosh!
I no longer needed to read the flow of my surroundings.
The electrical discharge spreading around me transmitted the creature’s movements in real time.
Jung Han-sung knew the Apostle would descend from above his head before it even revealed itself.
Crackle, crackle, crackle—
Evading the attack with ease, Jung Han-sung drew out bone fragments and scattered them in all directions.
At that, the elite among his undead revealed themselves.
Without needing separate orders, the undead rushed straight toward the Apostle.
Whoooosh!
The Apostle swung its fists as if to brush them aside.
But the undead, though not Jung Han-sung’s equal, were seasoned combatants in their own right.
They dodged its attacks and clung to it tenaciously, hampering its movements.
Even when it appeared in a new space, it was the same—we had far superior numbers, making it far easier to respond.
Then, at some point.
The Apostle suddenly stopped in place.
Naturally, Jung Han-sung and the undead unleashed their attacks upon it.
But even as it took their blows, it paid them no mind, raising both arms high.
Screeeeeech—!
The next instant, its body began to expand rapidly. Two meters, three meters, four meters, five meters… and finally, ten meters.
As the Apostle grew massive, the surrounding space stretched endlessly as well.
Boom!
What was even more terrifying was that despite its increased size, its speed remained largely unchanged from before.
The moment it enlarged, three undead were instantly reduced to dust by its unleashed assault.
Almost simultaneously, its fist erupted from behind Jung Han-sung.
A movement as if defying all laws of nature.
Clang, clang, clang!
As Jung Han-sung deflected the attack with his blade and hurled himself aside, Onyx’s voice reached him.
―It seems it’s decided to overwhelm through sheer weight class.
“Weight class?”
Jung Han-sung furrowed his brow and asked back. Onyx replied once more.
―Yes. Don’t you feel it? This isn’t some complex incantation or magic. It’s simply brute force unleashed without restraint.
Indeed, I could sense Sargon’s unpleasant aura emanating from all directions.
―That grotesquely massive form is merely a manifestation of such power. No matter how much you slash at it, it’s meaningless.
Jung Han-sung evaded another attack while speaking to Onyx.
“I think I understand what you mean.”
―Is that so.
“Yes. So what do I do about its divinity to end this battle?”
Onyx answered with a tone of surprise at Jung Han-sung’s words.
―Correct. It seems you’ve grown quite familiar with divinity now.
“I simply reasoned it out. And besides, the real problem is how to deal with that divinity.”
Knowing that Sargon had crafted this trap by pouring his power and divinity into it didn’t immediately yield a solution.
As Onyx had said, this wasn’t some intricate scheme or cunning stratagem.
Sargon had simply accepted a certain degree of loss and poured his power into it.
This wasn’t a trap that could be dismantled through tricks or special methods.
―Right. In the end, there’s only one way to overcome it. To break it with sheer force. With the master’s power.
That was exactly it.
Since my opponent had come at me with straightforward force, I had no choice but to meet them head-on in kind.
And this time, I needed to actively harness the ‘divinity’ I’d never consciously wielded before.
Crack!
Another undead crumbled in the midst of it all.
I swung my blade toward the apostle, who had paused momentarily while trampling the undead.
Whoooosh!
The sword, riding a tremendous current, carved a deep gash across the apostle’s body.
But the apostle merely swayed for a moment before returning to its original state and unleashing another barrage of attacks.
It was like facing an immortal.
‘Divinity.’
Ultimately, to inflict real damage on this creature, I needed to wield divinity. But how?
How could I properly control that power?
While I was contemplating this.
―How foolish.
Arzka’s voice reached me.
Since becoming a sword, he’d been relatively quiet, but I furrowed my brow and asked anyway.
“What are you talking about?”
―Don’t you already possess a sword forged from divinity?
A sword forged from divinity.
The moment I heard those words, I remembered.
The Divine Blade Rodos.
It was literally a sword composed of divinity.
“But I don’t think I can finish this creature with that?”
The Divine Blade was less of a sword in the traditional sense and more akin to a finishing technique.
It was meant to release power all at once and sweep away enemies.
But Arzka clicked his tongue at my words and replied.
―That’s because you haven’t properly controlled the divinity. You’re just brutishly detonating the power.
“So there’s a different way to use it?”
―Yes. A sword is a sword. At your current level, you’re more than capable of controlling it.
At Arzka’s words, I narrowed my eyes.
And I made my decision immediately.
‘Either way, if I can’t manage this, I’ll just keep fighting until I die.’
Even if I didn’t feel the immediate threat of death, if this battle continued as it was, I would eventually tire.
And then there would be no other options left.
So if I’m going to attempt something, now while I’m at full strength is the right time to do it.
“Understood.”
Jung Han-sung dodged the next attack without hesitation and activated his skill.
“Divine Blade Rodos—Summon.”
The moment those words left his lips.
Whoooooooooosh—!
Light flashed across the darkened space.
The sight of a blade-shaped mass of power descending in a long arc was breathtakingly beautiful.
Jung Han-sung reached out his hand.
Snap!
And grasped the blade.
If he were to swing the sword as it was, the power contained within would burst forth and unleash a tremendous explosion.
“Hngh—”
But this time, he decided against it.
Holding Rodos firmly, Jung Han-sung continued to evade the successive attacks.
Of course, he wasn’t merely dodging.
‘How can I achieve complete control over Rodos?’
Even as he reflexively evaded, Jung Han-sung’s thoughts remained entirely fixed on Rodos.
Until now, he’d never even conceived of the notion of controlling Rodos.
But after hearing Arzka’s words and examining it closely, he sensed something.
This was a mass of tremendous power.
Within it, divinity and various energies were intermingled.
However, the outer shell surrounding it wasn’t particularly strong. That’s why the power burst forth with merely a swing.
‘Then, if I reinforce the exterior—?’
The moment Jung Han-sung conceived this thought, divinity flowing from within his body enveloped Rodos.
The power that seemed ready to explode at any moment felt somewhat more stable.
But that alone wasn’t enough. Something more fundamental was needed.
Fundamental power.
He had to dominate it.
Boom—!
Evading several more attacks in the meantime. When even the last of the undead fell.
“Ah.”
Jung Han-sung felt it.
Rodos had become entirely his own. And Jung Han-sung lifted his gaze, perceiving a direct line of flow extending toward the Apostle.
“Die.”
Jung Han-sung swung Rodos.

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