I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 255

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#Chapter 255.
I pass through a door.
In a towering mountain range, I battle colossal gorillas charging toward me. I find a door and pass through it.
I fight a mermaid beneath the ocean.
I battle monsters at a facility on an unnamed planet.
I clash with goblins of inexplicable strength. I face martial artists wielding bizarre sorcery. I battle the Demon Race.
Throughout this ordeal, I’ve passed through countless doors.
Naturally, my condition has deteriorated far from normal.
No matter how powerful one might be, countless battles inevitably leave their mark—each conflict adding fresh wounds to my body.
“Haah…”
I exhale deeply, sitting in a rain-soaked alley.
Some nameless city. Hunters lurk throughout, their eyes gleaming with predatory intent.
I remember this place clearly. Deep Purgatory. The city of eyeless hunters.
Though they lack eyes, their senses are sharper than anyone’s. Making noise while hiding would be unwise.
But it’s fine.
There’s a door right beside me. And I’ve erected a small barrier as well.
I should be able to hold out for about five minutes.
―Tired, Master?
Onyx flicks his tongue and asks me.
I respond with a slight laugh.
“A rather obvious question.”
How could I not be tired?
I’ve already passed through dozens of doors.
Along the way, I’ve reunited with countless enemies I encountered while climbing The Tower.
They were far stronger than I remembered them.
They must have been enhanced by some force. If they were from recent floors, perhaps—but enemies from the early floors are no match for me now.
‘Even so, those goblins were excessive.’
I shake my head, recalling the dozens of goblins that rushed at me with my Aura Blade deployed.
Among all the enemies I’ve faced passing through doors, they were among the most formidable. Genuinely spine-chilling.
I can’t even muster a laugh.
―Those goblins were certainly dreadful.
Onyx flicks his tongue in agreement.
After a moment of silence, he asks.
―But it seems you have no intention of giving up.
“That’s right.”
Exhaustion and surrender are two different things, after all.
I have no intention of giving up.
It’s not because I haven’t tired enough yet. Even when I was so exhausted I couldn’t move a single finger, I never considered surrender.
I decided to do this, so I’ll see it through to the end.
This is the path I’ve chosen.
“Huff.”
I exhaled sharply and pushed myself upright.
―We don’t know how much further remains.
Onyx spoke to me.
I let out a soft laugh in response.
“Maybe this door is the last one.”
―Yes. That’s true.
“Or maybe the next one is. We won’t know until we pass through it.”
And if I gave up now, I’d spend the rest of my life dwelling on it.
The thought that the destination might have been right before my eyes, yet I surrendered.
Onyx nodded slightly and retreated back into the armor.
I lifted my gaze and stepped forward slowly. Then I grasped the door handle and pulled.
*Whoosh*—
The handle turned, and the door opened gradually.
From beyond the alley came the furtive footsteps of hunters. Damp air tinged with the scent of brine, the patter of raindrops striking the ground.
All of it slowly faded, and a profound silence enveloped me.
*Click*—
Thus I passed through the black veil.
When I regained awareness.
I had arrived at the Beach.
Glancing downward, I discovered sand beneath my feet.
*Whoooosh*—
At the sound of the waves, I turned my head slightly and beheld a peculiar sight.
Something like waves surged onto the Beach, then receded once more.
But upon closer inspection, it was not water. Silver scales. An immense multitude of scales undulated like liquid, advancing and retreating in endless repetition.
Next, I realized the sand itself was no ordinary sand.
It bore a color similar to sand, but when examined closely, something writhed within it.
I slowly closed one eye.
Pitch darkness greeted me. In that instant, I understood something.
‘It’s similar.’
This place resembled that strange realm where I had discovered the Pantheon.
A space where reality and essence were severed.
There was no need to concern myself with everything my eyes perceived.
―A space I’ve never seen before.
“Yes.”
I nodded slowly.
Until now, every place I reached after passing through a door was somewhere I had visited while ascending The Tower.
But this place was truly unfamiliar. That meant only one thing.
“This seems to be the final destination.”
―If I’d kept discouraging you, we’d have been in real trouble. Though I doubt the master would have listened anyway.
Onyx licked his lips as he spoke.
Jung Han-sung recalled the thought he’d had earlier and smiled again.
But soon he suppressed his amusement and swept his gaze across the surroundings once more.
It isn’t over until it’s truly over.
Above all, the objective of this Floor is to confront The Source.
Since the objective remains unfulfilled, arriving at this place doesn’t mark the end—I need to find where this Source is located.
Whoosh.
Jung Han-sung began walking slowly. Even in such circumstances, I could rely on intuition, but for now, I simply walked.
This was different from when I searched for the Pantheon before.
I don’t know what lies ahead. So it was wise to conserve my strength.
What if this Source is something extremely dangerous?
‘But if it seems dangerous, I can always expend everything.’
I had no intention of holding back my power even in moments like this.
The tickets I’d accumulated numbered well over dozens. If the moment came to use them, I would expend them all without hesitation.
Jung Han-sung continued walking, turning these thoughts over in my mind without pause.
The Beach stretched on endlessly.
Even after walking for over two hours, the scenery hadn’t changed at all.
But Jung Han-sung pressed on without concern, because I could see the world of essence gradually transforming.
At first, I hadn’t noticed much difference.
But as I advanced, I felt the surroundings subtly brightening.
The space that had been pitch-black when I first passed through the door was now ever so slightly lighter.
It was gradually approaching gray.
‘I don’t know exactly what that means.’
But change itself was a good sign.
Thinking thus, Jung Han-sung continued walking.
―Truly, the more I observe this place, the stranger it becomes.
And Onyx kept poking his head out intermittently, muttering observations.
Each time, Jung Han-sung responded in a light tone.
“Indeed. It’s as if someone’s dream has been transplanted here wholesale.”
The sand is not sand. The sea is not sea. I hadn’t examined it closely, but that sun floating in the sky isn’t a sun either.
It was truly far removed from realistic scenery.
―Still, nothing suddenly bursts forth from nowhere. I sense nothing at all.
Onyx cautiously poked his head out from his armor, glancing around.
He was right.
I would have welcomed a monster emerging so I could fight properly, but there wasn’t a single living creature to be found, let alone monsters.
The sea was no exception.
It’s called a sea, but all that’s happening is scale-like things undulating in waves. Ordinary fish or living creatures couldn’t possibly inhabit such a place.
‘The Source.’
So as I walked, Jung Han-sung reconsidered the objective I’d been given.
Such an objective couldn’t have been given to me without reason.
The previous floors had been meticulously designed to provide challengers with whatever they lacked before facing Layer 199.
Yet upon arriving at Layer 199, all that awaited me was endless combat.
I had wielded divinity during this process, though never in truly critical moments.
‘Which means those powers will be necessary when I confront The Source.’
Divinity. And its direction.
Only by solidifying these could I face The Source, pass through this layer, and transcend beyond.
And through that process, I would ascend above transcendence itself.
Yet I couldn’t fathom exactly how that would unfold.
It was only natural.
No one had ever revealed the specifics of what Layer 199 entailed.
“Ah.”
While lost in such contemplation, I stopped in my tracks.
I had discovered something.
―Why? Did you see something?
Onyx asked urgently.
Unlike me, he couldn’t perceive the realm of essence, so he had no way of knowing what I’d found.
I answered him simply.
“The Tower.”
―What? The Tower?
“Yes. There’s a tower here.”
I gazed ahead with narrowed eyes.
A sudden change rippled through the increasingly faint realm of essence.
A towering structure had abruptly risen from the ground nearby.
Had I spotted the tower looming in the distance, I wouldn’t have been so startled.
It had manifested with jarring suddenness, as though erupting from the earth itself.
With eyes narrowed, I took a slow step backward.
But the tower didn’t vanish. It didn’t suddenly recede either.
It merely grew distant by a single step.
“Hmm.”
It seemed less that I had found the tower and more that the tower had found me.
After a moment’s consideration, I realized I had only one choice available.
To examine the tower.
I nodded lightly and resumed walking.
The tower drew slowly closer.
―What does the tower look like?
Onyx couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked.
I answered him simply.
“Nothing particularly remarkable. Not especially tall. Just a crudely constructed stone tower.”
True to my words, the tower was merely composed of stone, standing at roughly the height of a 4-story building.
If anything noteworthy could be said, it was that its architecture possessed a faintly antiquated aesthetic.
Jung Han-sung continued forward without breaking stride, and before long, he arrived at the entrance of The Tower.
“Hmm.”
A door stood at the entrance of The Tower.
However, unlike the doors he had encountered on his way here, this was simply an ordinary wooden door.
The handle was also made of wood.
After a moment of deliberation, Jung Han-sung grasped the handle and slowly applied pressure.
Creeeak—
The door groaned as it swung open slowly.
—Oh.
Only then did Onyx seem to perceive something, letting out a sound of surprise.
But Jung Han-sung could not ask Onyx what he had seen.
Because there was a figure waiting inside The Tower.
“You’ve finally arrived.”
The figure greeted him with a natural smile, as though he had known Jung Han-sung was coming.
That appearance bore a striking resemblance to Jung Han-sung.
No—it was Jung Han-sung himself.
Jung Han-sung recalled what had transpired on the previous floor and displayed caution, but the figure spoke as though unconcerned.
“There’s no need to be so guarded. This form is merely a reflection of you, nothing more. I didn’t deliberately mimic you.”
Speaking in Jung Han-sung’s own voice, the figure pointed ahead.
“Why don’t you sit down for now.”
“Who are you?”
“Well, I think that’s something you’ll have to discover for yourself, not me.”
It spoke with a smile as it said this.
Jung Han-sung slowly stepped into The Tower, and soon the two beings faced each other.
Then it spoke again.
“This Tower is yours.”

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