I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 262

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#Chapter 262
I saw the power descending toward me with devastating force.
It was a strength I could not afford to ignore, and it came with surgical precision, exploiting every gap in my defense.
Dodging would have been the prudent choice. There was nothing to gain from a direct collision.
But I did not retreat.
Shwoooooosh!
Arzka blazed with radiant light as it surged forward to meet Sargon’s power.
In terms of sheer magnitude, Sargon held the advantage.
Though Sargon’s strength had been calibrated to match my level, his mastery of divine power was undeniably superior.
Even if the total force contained within were comparable, channeling it all in a single strike required exquisite control.
And so, when they collided—
Boom!
I felt my body being driven backward. At this rate, I would be hurled away entirely.
And then I would be swept up completely by Arzka’s power.
Craaaaaash!
But then, in an instant—
My body, which had seemed to be retreating, began to advance instead.
Slowly at first. Then with increasing ferocity.
―What?!
Sargon’s eyes widened in genuine shock.
He had every reason to be astonished.
Despite holding the advantage in raw power, I was pushing him back in this direct test of strength.
Had I exploited a weakness or dodged to counterattack, he might not have been so surprised.
But for me, this was second nature.
Immense power inevitably carries within it a current, a flow.
By striking precisely at those gaps and widening them using Arzka’s own force, such a feat was entirely possible.
―You!
Sargon, unable to perceive these subtle nuances, assumed I was employing some hidden technique and immediately unleashed greater force.
Kabooom!
The power exploded, transforming into hundreds of beams that streaked toward me.
He had changed tactics.
But rather than panic, I swung my blade with ease.
He likely believed that fragmenting the attack would ensure at least some strikes landed, but this scattered approach was actually far easier to handle.
All I needed to do was call upon Onyx.
―Graaaah!
Onyx unleashed its full power, intercepting the attacks that could be blocked.
I only needed to handle the truly difficult ones myself.
Clang―!
The force concentrated at my blade’s edge severed the incoming beams.
As fragments of light scattered like snow, I pressed forward without pause, launching myself back into the fray.
Boom, boom, boom―!
Sargon unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks toward me.
He gave me no opportunity to catch my breath.
I parried his strikes, severed them, and pierced through them.
And in doing so, I grasped the fundamental nature of the power he wielded.
‘Crushing force.’
Sargon’s mastery of divine power was extraordinary—his prolonged existence at the divine level was unmistakably evident.
Yet fundamentally, he was not one who wielded divine power with finesse.
Overwhelming strength applied with crushing force.
That was the method Sargon had chosen throughout his existence.
Because of this, Sargon could not achieve perfect dominance over me.
Had Sargon been an entity whose strength lay in delicate manipulation, even with our power matched at similar levels, he would have been far more formidable.
―This wretched insect!
And Sargon himself felt this keenly. He had already prepared a countermeasure.
―Perish beneath my heel!
Sargon extended both arms.
Cracks tore through the void, and from them emerged two spears.
Immense power dwelt within those weapons.
This Floor balanced the power of both combatants to similar levels, and that applied to their armaments as well.
Bringing an overwhelming weapon that could erase an opponent would shatter that balance.
However, a certain degree of difference was permitted.
After all, the weapons I possessed were far from ordinary.
So Sargon had poured his strength to the very brink of his limits, crafting two spears.
Kwaaaaaaaaaang―!
Those two spears sang of destruction.
What had come before was merely a prelude—now an overwhelming tide of devastation threatened me relentlessly.
As I faced such an onslaught, I contemplated.
This would likely be the last time Sargon could stand against me as an enemy.
Should he fall, he would not perish, but he would suffer catastrophic damage.
‘Yes. It truly is the end.’
I could finally place a period on our long and bitter feud. Perhaps he had stepped forward with the same resolve.
“Arzka. Burn everything.”
And so I smiled all the more deeply.
Dancing between life and death, pouring everything forth—that was what I savored most.
Arzka was already drawing power to its absolute limit, but in response to my command, it blazed with even more radiant intensity.
Simultaneously, cracks began to form along the blade.
For this weapon too, this battle was something it had yearned for across ages.
Drawing forth power beyond its limits by staking its very existence.
“Holy Sword Rodos, descend.”
Then I summoned Rodos as well.
Craaaaaaaaash―!
Rodos plummeted from above, descending with tremendous force concentrated within.
Sargon attempted to prevent its summoning, but Rodos pierced through Sargon’s power effortlessly and came to rest in Jung Han-sung’s grasp.
Wielding both blades now, I cut through Sargon’s power and closed the distance between us.
As I continued narrowing the gap, Sargon unleashed increasingly ferocious attacks to counter my advance.
Clang clang clang!
In the midst of those collisions, it was I who finally seized the advantage.
I had broken through Sargon’s defenses and reached his position.
If I simply drove my blades into his body now, he would suffer wounds from which he could not easily recover.
Yet in that very moment.
Sargon was laughing.
―No matter how exceptional one may be, there are limits to those who have only recently ascended to divinity.
It would have been preferable to simply crush and kill you outright, but should you draw near, I possess a means of response.
Sargon detonated the spear he held in both hands while simultaneously drawing forth all his power.
And he pronounced his ‘Authority’.
“Be sealed and perish.”
In that instant.
A colossal Darkness swallowed me whole.
I immediately swung my blades, but the Darkness parted briefly before sealing itself shut once more.
Consumed by the Darkness in mere moments, I narrowed my eyes and contemplated.
‘This again.’
This situation was painfully familiar to me.
After all, I had fallen into this trap several times before.
Being trapped within colossal Darkness. I held both blades and considered.
‘Crushing Darkness. Is this his true nature?’
Perhaps this Darkness was closer to Sargon’s essence than his destructive power.
When I had targeted him previously, Darkness never failed to manifest.
I attempted to break through the Darkness as I had done before, but it proved far more difficult.
The fundamental nature was not entirely different.
Rather, its thickness was extraordinary—too dense to pierce through by force alone.
And there was one more thing.
‘He’s responding in real time.’
I realized that Sargon was directly manipulating the Darkness.
That was the decisive difference.
Previously, once I pierced a hole through it, Sargon could not restore it directly. His true body was separated elsewhere.
But now, though he had lowered his power level, his true self stood directly before me.
Therefore, he could move the Darkness freely as he wished.
―You will die here.
He could even speak to me through the Darkness like this.
I answered him simply.
“Too afraid to face me directly, so you lock me away and run your mouth.”
―You suffered because of that very arrogance.
“And you got what was coming to you for all that talking.”
No immediate response came back.
Jung Han-sung hadn’t expected an answer anyway, so I focused my concentration.
It was clear to anyone that this was Sargon’s final move.
In other words, if I broke through it, victory was mine. If I couldn’t, defeat awaited.
And knowing Sargon, he would never leave his defeated opponent alive—defeat meant death.
‘Good.’
While my style had always been to fight cleanly and decisively, I couldn’t afford to complain if circumstances demanded otherwise.
What mattered was piercing through this.
“Haaaaaah.”
I exhaled slowly and deliberately.
I couldn’t waste my strength by exerting it multiple times—that was likely what my opponent wanted.
What I needed was to pierce through the Darkness in a single, unstoppable surge.
The answer was to unleash all my power in one devastating strike.
‘Lightning. The Earthland’s power. Swordsmanship. Flow. Wind. Martial arts.’
All the forces I possessed moved at once according to my will, converging into my blade.
The sacred light honed it to a razor’s edge.
It felt as though I could cut through anything, pierce through anything.
Yet I sensed it still wasn’t enough.
‘Is this truly the extent of my power?’
Thanks to my unique ability, I had learned far more power far more quickly than others.
But I felt it was insufficient.
This was my full strength.
‘My greatest power.’
The power that had brought me to this point.
That power was the ability to ‘Subscribe’.
However, I had no intention of subscribing to a new Channel in this moment to break through the crisis.
More precisely, I didn’t believe that was the ‘answer’.
‘What is the true nature of the Subscribe ability?’
I continued honing my power while contemplating this.
At first, I had thought of it as merely a game system of sorts.
But through conversations with Arthur and others, I came to understand it was far more than that.
There were already many who possessed similar powers.
This was the power of transcendents—the power that touched ‘essence’ itself.
Essence. In other words, The Source.
I recalled The Source I had encountered before. That overwhelming presence.
My power was the ability to make contact with that Source and draw forth countless possibilities.
It was merely processed into the convenient form called ‘Subscribe’ and unfolded before my eyes.
‘Then… couldn’t I express it in a simpler form as well?’
In the past, it would have been impossible.
He hadn’t understood what essence was, what The Source truly was.
But Jung Han-sung had now ascended beyond transcendence, and he had already faced The Source once before.
In that process, he had awakened to his divine calling.
The one who climbs endlessly.
To climb, one must overcome every adversity and hardship.
One must shatter the obstacles that block the way, shake off the chains that bind the ankles. Only then could one truly move forward.
‘The power to advance.’
Jung Han-sung continued to repeat this to himself.
Contemplating the essence of his own strength.
Then, in that moment.
A resonant hum filled the air!
An unfamiliar power seeped into Jung Han-sung’s blade—drawn up from The Source itself.
Simultaneously, a faint laugh reached his ears.
Followed by a hearty laugh, power surged into his arms, and various forces flowed through The Source into him.
They were possibility. And connection.
Also, destiny.
Jung Han-sung dimly comprehended it.
What his power truly was.
―See the flow.
At the same moment, someone overlapped translucently above Jung Han-sung, placing their hand over his own as it gripped the blade.
Jung Han-sung lifted his gaze and looked into the void.
At the flow that unfolded before him.
Without hesitation, he extended two blades toward it.
A brilliant flash erupted―!
And there was light.

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