I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 252

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#Chapter 252.
Jung Han-sung blinked.
In that brief moment, he discerned several truths.
This was a dream, and Lilith had reached out to him through it.
He could also infer that Lilith had expended considerable power in the process.
Because of this, Jung Han-sung refrained from questioning her words and instead posed a different question.
“Why offer such counsel?”
Lilith’s eyes curved into crescents as she received the question.
―Because you’ve caught my fancy.
Her tone resembled that of a shy girl, as though she were innocently revealing her genuine feelings without ulterior motive.
But Jung Han-sung was not foolish enough to accept appearances at face value.
“What do you expect from me?”
Lilith, too, had not expected him to take her words at face value, yet she spoke with an air of genuine disappointment.
―You don’t trust my words?
“No. It’s not a lie, certainly. But that’s not the whole reason either.”
―How tedious.
Even as she said this, Lilith’s smile never wavered.
―What I expect from you isn’t much. To be precise, I don’t wish for you to do anything in particular.
Lilith continued circling around Jung Han-sung as she spoke.
―Had you done exactly as I desired, I would have lost interest long ago.
“I didn’t refuse with that in mind.”
―I know. That’s precisely why I like you more.
At his words, Lilith paused and regarded him directly.
―What I desire is but one thing. Entertainment.
“Entertainment?”
―Yes. You and Sargon seem destined for a final confrontation. How delightful it would be to witness that.
Lilith smiled softly and continued.
―So don’t die in vain. Once you ascend beyond transcendence, you’ll be more than capable of facing him.
“Is that all you wished to say?”
―Yes. That’s everything. You don’t expect more, do you?
“I know you well.”
At Jung Han-sung’s response, Lilith nodded and slowly turned away.
―Then. Do your best.
And with that, Lilith gradually receded into the distance.
Jung Han-sung watched her departing silhouette before slowly closing his eyes. And when he opened them again.
He had awakened.
‘How much time has passed?’
Jung Han-sung checked the time. Six hours had elapsed.
His physical condition was optimal.
It felt as though he had rested for days without exertion.
‘Lilith must have intervened.’
That seemed to be the case. Jung Han-sung exhaled and pushed himself upright.
He’d originally planned to sleep a bit longer, but his mind was perfectly alert. There was no point trying to rest further.
‘Well, the fatigue is completely gone anyway.’
Rising from the bed, Jung Han-sung slowly stretched his body.
Though it was sooner than expected, his body had recovered, so there was no reason to linger.
―Going again?
Onyx asked as Jung Han-sung moved about.
Jung Han-sung nodded slowly.
“Floor 197, Floor 198. And Floor 199. Just three floors left now.”
After surpassing the 100th floor, I’d thought reaching the 200th would take considerably longer, but it was already within reach.
―Are you planning to challenge all the way to Floor 199 in one go?
“No. I’m thinking of clearing up to Floor 198 first.”
Though I wanted to see this through to the end, Lilith’s warning weighed on my mind.
A transcendent of Lilith’s caliber wouldn’t manifest in dreams merely to frighten someone.
Floor 199 was almost certainly far more dangerous than I’d anticipated.
“It’s best to challenge it with the most thorough preparations possible.”
―Finally, the master thinks properly!
Onyx flicked his tongue and spoke thus.
When Jung Han-sung glared at him, Onyx met his gaze confidently.
The old Jung Han-sung would have certainly declared he’d finish these three floors in one strike.
“Fair enough.”
So Jung Han-sung simply said that and turned his gaze to empty space. Then he immediately opened his mouth.
“To Floor 197.”
The moment he spoke, Jung Han-sung felt his body sucked into somewhere.
It was a sensation he’d grown quite accustomed to by now.
Jung Han-sung closed his eyes briefly, waiting to arrive at The Tower, and soon felt his feet touch something solid.
The first thing he sensed was silence.
No wind, no presence of life, no flow—nothing could be felt.
A space where the very concept of ‘time’ seemed to have vanished.
‘What kind of place is this.’
Jung Han-sung slowly surveyed his surroundings.
Floor 197 was a city.
Yet there was no vitality whatsoever emanating from it.
The sky was ashen, and where the sun should have hung, an enormous black mass occupied its place.
It emitted light, but no warmth—merely the sight of it filled one with unease.
Lowering my gaze slightly revealed the desolate cityscape below.
Buildings were crisscrossed with spider-web fractures, their surfaces faded as if abandoned for ages.
Once I’d confirmed that much.
A message materialized before my eyes.
[Objective: Purge all negation]
[Time Limit: ?]
Upon reading the message, Jung Han-sung furrowed his brow. The vague objective was one thing, but a question mark in place of the time limit was unprecedented.
‘Is this another preparation for Floor 199?’
Every floor he had encountered in recent levels pointed in that direction.
As if testing his worthiness to challenge Floor 199, or perhaps granting him what he would need to face it.
Jung Han-sung exhaled deeply and began walking forward.
Tap—
His footsteps echoed through the silence.
The space was so quiet that even his casual steps seemed to reverberate endlessly.
Yet Jung Han-sung paid it no mind and continued onward.
‘What does it mean to purge all negation?’
This floor’s objective was far more ambiguous than those he had encountered before.
He had wondered if it meant removing something tainted, as in the previous floor, but he sensed nothing of the sort here.
Tap, tap—
After walking for some time, Jung Han-sung felt a sudden dissonance and stopped. Turning his head slowly, he saw something.
Standing before him was someone who looked identical to himself.
―I sensed no presence at all.
Onyx muttered in a bewildered voice.
It was understandable.
Jung Han-sung himself had not detected anyone approaching.
That was truly astonishing.
Since reaching a certain level of mastery, Jung Han-sung moved while perceiving all flows around him.
For someone to approach undetected meant they had not disturbed even those flows.
What was even stranger was that despite seeing it with his own eyes, he could not sense its presence at all.
As if it did not exist in that space.
‘Wait.’
Observing that the figure remained motionless, Jung Han-sung narrowed his eyes.
The figure’s eyes narrowed in response.
Then it raised one hand.
The figure raised a hand as well. When Jung Han-sung bent his knees slightly, it did the same. When he turned his head, so did it.
It reflected his movements perfectly, like a mirror.
―Hmm.
Onyx let out a low sound upon witnessing this.
He recognized that this was no ordinary being.
“Does anything come to mind?”
―Not really. It doesn’t seem to be a doppelgänger. A doppelgänger would have shown some tell.
Jung Han-sung nodded.
A doppelgänger was a creature that mimicked the appearance of others.
He had faced one before, and a doppelgänger would not have mirrored his movements so precisely.
It wasn’t as if he had allies elsewhere, so what was the point of mimicking his appearance?
“But I still can’t predict how to attack that thing.”
Jung Han-sung furrowed his brow. The entity immediately mirrored the gesture.
If it wanted to be threatening, it should actually attack. What was the meaning in merely copying his movements?
While I entertained such thoughts.
A soft ripple echoed through the air.
The being that had been standing motionless suddenly undulated and split into two.
“What?”
I stared in shock, reassessing the situation.
Immediately, the two divided forms looked toward me and naturally drew swords from their waists.
I hadn’t even drawn my blade yet.
A sharp metallic ring pierced the air.
Seeing them charge forward, my confusion reached its peak.
What were these things, and why had they suddenly split into two to attack me?
‘Could this be related to the Negation?’
I drew my sword while recalling this floor’s objective.
The goal was clearly to purge the Negation. Yet I couldn’t easily discern what connection these creatures had to it.
A piercing screech tore through the air.
But there was no time to dwell on it.
My opponent showed no hesitation, swinging their blade with relentless intent.
I leaned back slightly as the sword whistled past my face. The force behind it was far from negligible.
‘This is no ordinary strength.’
Before I could finish the thought, another blade came from the opposite side.
The two divided entities swung their swords without pause.
Remarkably, their skill level was not significantly inferior to my own. I had to exert myself fully to evade their attacks.
A thunderous crash echoed across the space.
One of them even wielded the power of lightning, and thanks to the sudden nature of the assault, I couldn’t completely avoid it.
“It seems I’ll need to finish this quickly.”
―I agree, Master.
Onyx voiced his agreement with my assessment.
I was managing to evade, but this stalemate wouldn’t last long.
Not when facing two opponents of nearly equal caliber.
Another thunderous crash erupted.
So I released lightning in all directions, then without hesitation, I inverted the earth beneath us.
The ground convulsed violently.
Stone pillars erupted from all sides.
In that moment, I saw another doppelgänger manipulating the earth.
‘One wields lightning. One commands earth?’
Strangely, they didn’t seem capable of wielding all my abilities.
Even with prolonged engagement, it remained the same. Each focused exclusively on a single power.
“Come forth.”
So Jung Han-sung summoned the undead first, then equipped every artifact he possessed.
Even that alone allowed him to match their full power evenly.
The enemies could replicate his swordsmanship and one ability each almost perfectly, but that was where it ended.
They could not replicate the artifacts he wielded or his other abilities.
A deafening boom echoed across the battlefield.
As a result, it wasn’t long before Jung Han-sung drove one of them to the brink of death.
However, in the process, he himself sustained five wounds both large and small.
Had he not immediately retrieved a potion from his inventory and consumed it, the battle would have ended right there.
A sharp crack split the air.
In any case, Jung Han-sung drove his blade through the clone’s throat.
But in that very instant.
A low hum reverberated through the space.
The clone became translucent, and then I watched as it split into two.
Jung Han-sung’s brow furrowed at the sight.
The wounds they had sustained before had vanished without a trace.
Moreover, they rose to their feet and both raised their blades toward him once more.
‘What in the world is this supposed to accomplish.’
I couldn’t fathom the principle behind their actions, nor could I grasp how to deal with them effectively.
Another deafening boom shattered the silence.
And with yet more enemies pressing their assault, I had no time for prolonged deliberation.
Jung Han-sung’s eyes narrowed to slits.
This floor was clearly not going to be easy.

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