I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 247

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#Chapter 247
I dodged a few more attacks in the chaos. When the last remaining undead finally fell.
“Ah.”
I felt it.
Rodos had become wholly mine. And I saw a direct flow of power connecting me to the Apostle.
“Die.”
I swung Rodos.
When I first summoned Rodos, wielding it felt like gripping a bomb about to detonate and hurling it forward.
That sensation wasn’t unpleasant, and the power was considerable, so I hadn’t questioned it. But now, in this moment.
As I swung Rodos with proper control, I understood.
‘This is Rodos’s true power.’
Craaaaaaash—!
With just a single swing of the blade, the Apostle’s massive body split in two.
The Apostle flailed its arms, staggering.
Had it been an ordinary attack, the Apostle would have reformed perfectly in the next instant and launched a counterattack.
But not now.
A blade infused with pure divinity had carved through the fissure between the Apostle’s body and the divinity of Sargon within it.
Repairing that would require an extremely arduous process even for this Apostle.
Boom!
Thus, the Apostle chose to sever part of itself.
Power drained away in chunks. It had definitely weakened. The relentless stalemate that had dragged on began to crack.
And I didn’t simply watch passively.
Clang—!
Rodos remained firmly in my grip.
Though some of its power had been depleted, it wasn’t consumed as a one-time tool like before.
I closed the distance and unleashed a barrage of consecutive attacks on the Apostle.
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
With each successive strike, the Apostle’s body was torn to shreds.
Sargon abandoned his elaborate schemes and chose to overwhelm me through sheer weight class.
That choice itself wasn’t foolish.
Overwhelming through weight class means that if one’s tier is simply higher, they can crush their opponent outright.
The problem was twofold.
He attempted it far too late. Had he tried something similar even slightly sooner, I would have been helpless against it.
Or, he should have invested more in that weight class.
He had already poured power into levels excessive for a mere mortal, yet he remained too cautious.
To eliminate me, he should have been more reckless. He should have gone to the point where it seemed he’d lost his mind.
And Sargon did neither.
Rip!
As a result, the Apostle’s last remaining fragment was torn away by Rodos.
The Apostle, now so diminished that nothing more could be severed, trembled violently.
He can no longer maintain his existence.
It’s over… or so I thought.
―You…
A voice flowed from the Apostle’s gaping mouth.
At that voice, Jung Han-sung reflexively swung his sword.
Crack!
The Apostle’s head lifted briefly into the air before crashing to the ground.
But the voice didn’t stop—it continued.
It spoke while staring directly at Jung Han-sung.
―When you ascend to the Heavenly Seat, I shall face you directly. For now, savor this… trivial victory.
Wondering what more it had to say, I waited a moment before simply crushing its head.
“For a loser, you certainly talk a lot.”
If it bothered you, shouldn’t you have prepared your traps more carefully?
If this were my first time, perhaps I’d take it seriously, but having suffered through Sargon’s traps multiple times already, his warnings hardly concerned me.
No matter what he did, Sargon would never abandon his obsession with me.
All I could do was prepare thoroughly and respond decisively.
Whoooooosh―
In any case.
Whether the Apostle had exhausted all its power or not, the black liquid surrounding the area began pouring down to the ground.
I wondered if it might gather again and resurrect, but nothing of the sort happened.
The liquid scattered the moment it hit the ground.
In less than a minute, the Apostle and all traces it left behind vanished cleanly.
[You have cleared the 130th Floor!]
Soon, the clear message appeared.
But instead of reading through it, I looked ahead.
Something had appeared again after the Apostle vanished.
I recognized it immediately.
‘Divine Power.’
It was the divine power Sargon had infused into the Apostle and sent.
I asked Onyx cautiously.
“Should I destroy it?”
―What? Destroy it?
Onyx spoke in a startled voice.
―That’s the spoils of war your master hunted, a precious treasure! Of course you should absorb it!
“What if something goes wrong after I consume it?”
―What kind of nonsense is that? Master, divine power that has lost both its master and purpose can do nothing. It’s defenseless, so all that’s left is for it to be devoured.
Onyx explained in detail that there was absolutely no problem with my concern.
―If you won’t eat it, give it to me!
At the end, he even revealed a hint of greed.
“Fine, fine. So there’s no real issue with just absorbing it then.”
Han-sung walked forward with measured strides and beheld the mass of divine essence.
In truth, even without Onyx’s warning, I sensed nothing particularly ominous emanating from the divine essence itself.
The divine essence that Sargon wielded directly carried his aura, making it feel extraordinarily repugnant.
But this divine essence—with Sargon’s will stripped away—felt like nothing more than pure, untainted power.
Just as Onyx had said, it was merely spoils left behind for the taking.
‘That’s probably why he was screaming and raging at the end.’
He had pushed himself to the brink, drawing upon every ounce of strength to finish me once and for all—only to end up strengthening me instead of killing me.
From his perspective, it would be enough to make anyone’s blood boil.
But if Sargon’s mood had soured, that was nothing but good fortune for me.
“Hah.”
I exhaled sharply and placed my hand upon the mass of divine essence.
In that very next instant—
Whoooosh—!
The divine essence shattered into fragments and began surging into my body.
I clenched my teeth.
It wasn’t painful, exactly. Rather, it was a mixture of exhilaration and an odd, peculiar sensation.
The sheer volume of power wasn’t overwhelmingly vast.
But it was dense—incredibly dense. A concentrated mass of power burrowed relentlessly through my body, merging with my own divine essence.
The process was somewhat intense.
The newly absorbed divine essence was even greater than what I had originally possessed.
It was a measure of just how serious Sargon had been in this confrontation.
‘In other words, he invested that much power and still got utterly defeated.’
Even so, I felt the corners of my mouth rise as I finished assimilating the divine essence.
Though substantial in volume, the divine essence lacked any specific direction or will, and it gradually merged with my own.
“Ahhhhh.”
At last, it became entirely mine.
“Not bad.”
―Didn’t I tell you so!
Onyx spoke with a triumphant tone.
I chuckled softly in response.
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, Sargon left behind another gift.”
―Another?
I nodded and retrieved something from my inventory.
It was a long spear—black as midnight.
“The Spear of Original Will. Sargon’s aura clings to it heavily.”
―Hmm. Certainly, it does appear formidable, but it could prove problematic.
It was an item that had entered my inventory directly through The Tower’s rewards.
From the look of it, the weapon’s very concept seemed deeply intertwined with Sargon.
But no matter how powerful it was, wielding an item that retained a connection to Sargon felt wrong.
“Perhaps it’s better to simply destroy it.”
―Hmm. No, I think if I grow just a bit stronger, I’ll be able to absorb that as well.
“You’re sure about that?”
―Yes. If it seems like it won’t work, I’ll tell you then, and we can destroy it at that point. How does that sound?
“Fair enough, I suppose.”
As long as I keep it in my inventory, there shouldn’t be any problems.
Even transcendent beings can’t interfere with the inventory itself.
With that settled, Jung Han-sung decided to return to his Territory.
* * *
It took only ten days for the newly acquired Territory to stabilize.
In those ten days, Baek-seol not only perfectly rebuilt the city but also completed a flawless division of roles.
For the time being, the newly acquired Territory would handle production within Han-sung’s Territory.
Of course, the other Territories adjusted their specializations accordingly.
Since the original Territory was rich in resources, it would handle extraction and also manage the sale of final products.
The remaining Territory would focus on training troops, as it had limited use for other purposes.
And so, time passed.
―This time, it was a Korean Awakener who saved Africa from crisis.
News was playing on the television.
The news anchor was going on about how a Korean Awakener had traveled across several African nations, conquered Towers, and prevented Monster Breaks.
Jung Han-sung watched this while eating.
It wasn’t particularly surprising, but that Korean Awakener on the news was none other than me.
For the past several months, I had been traveling to other countries whenever I had the chance to help conquer Towers.
The reason was simple.
‘If Earth falls into chaos, there’s nothing good in it for me.’
Of course, the compensation that came with it was quite substantial.
That said, I certainly hadn’t neglected Korea’s Tower conquest.
Currently, I was on the verge of setting a world record. Soon, I would be stepping into uncharted territory that no one had ever reached.
‘Really, there’s been all sorts of things.’
I popped a piece of warmed chicken into my mouth and thought.
For one, I had penetrated deep into Purgatory, and I had revisited several Floors with different concepts.
Cyberpunk. Space station. A Kingdom in conflict with the Demon King. And so on.
There had been so much happening there as well.
Beyond the 100th Floor, events of much grander scale had unfolded.
As a result, I had earned a nickname on each Floor.
Savior. Legend. Destroyer of the Old World. All equally embarrassing titles.
Moreover, I had encountered people I’d met on previous Floors several times and worked with them in the Neutral Zone and my Territory.
The wizard who had given me the terminal. The Elf I had killed Arachne with before.
As I continued these thoughts, I soon shook my head.
‘As if all the adventure were over.’
Much had happened, but just as much still lay ahead.
My immediate goal was the 200th Floor.
According to the information I’ve gathered while conquering The Tower, the 200th Floor is truly a major watershed.
Those who break through the 199th Floor and reach the 200th are exceedingly rare.
Consequently, information about beyond the 200th Floor is extremely scarce.
However, I did hear one thing.
Reaching the 200th Floor is described as crossing the threshold of transcendence.
‘It seems there are quite a few who’ve reached beyond the 200th Floor in other worlds.’
But that doesn’t mean they breeze through the 200th Floor without difficulty.
Even in other worlds, it’s something that happens only once every few hundred years.
‘I was mistaken at first.’
More precisely, it was a misunderstanding after hearing it from another otherworlder.
After listening to their account, I thought everyone in the other world had surpassed the 200th Floor, but it turned out they meant that across all other worlds combined, there are only a few dozen who’ve exceeded it.
‘Well, that makes sense.’
Considering there are already dozens who’ve become Transcendents just in The Tower, that number seems about right.
Jung Han-sung let out a soft chuckle and rose, picking up the empty bowl.
Then, gazing into empty space, I spoke.
“I enter The Tower.”
While hoping it wouldn’t be Purgatory, if possible.

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