I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 263

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#Chapter 263
A veil of impenetrable darkness enveloped the Arena.
Among the spectators seated in the stands, the transcendents of relatively lesser power furrowed their brows as they conversed with their neighbors.
They could see nothing within that shroud of shadow.
Yet some possessed the clarity to perceive the battle unfolding within.
Sargon marshaling his full might to imprison Jung Han-sung.
Jung Han-sung, trapped within, drawing upon his reserves and raising his weapon high.
And when Jung Han-sung began to carve through with his blade—
“It’s over.”
They recognized the inevitable outcome of this clash.
―Krrrraaaaaagh!
Sargon’s cry pierced the air.
The darkness that had cloaked the Arena warped and twisted, then suddenly swelled with violent force.
And finally—
BOOOOOOOM!
A massive rupture tore through that shadow, and Jung Han-sung emerged into view.
Jung Han-sung soared above the Arena, his eyes cold and impassive as he gazed down at the figure below.
There stood Sargon.
Sargon staggered, rapidly drawing the surrounding darkness back into his form at frantic speed.
He was desperately attempting to stabilize his power and mount a defense against the next assault.
Jung Han-sung assessed the sight with a single phrase.
“Pathetic.”
In that final, ultimate moment—
The authority Sargon had unleashed was genuinely formidable.
Only after breaking through it did Jung Han-sung grasp the truth: he had been on the verge of being consumed by that darkness.
Had he been even slightly slower. Had his power fallen short.
Then Jung Han-sung would have failed to pierce the shadow and been devoured by Sargon entirely.
But Jung Han-sung had broken through.
He had shattered Sargon’s authority and claimed his freedom.
―Not yet, not yet is it finished!
In other words, Sargon could no longer stand as Jung Han-sung’s equal.
His authority held no further sway over Jung Han-sung.
Whoooooosh!
Thus Jung Han-sung raised both blades instead of exchanging words with Sargon.
Whirrrrng!
He overlaid Rodos, held in one hand, upon Arzka.
Rodos merged seamlessly atop Arzka without the slightest resistance.
Arzka, as though perceiving the future to come, trembled with exhilaration as it wrung forth its remaining power.
The entire process consumed barely a second.
At that moment, Sargon—having recovered nearly all his strength—convulsively hurled pillars of darkness toward Jung Han-sung.
A deafening boom echoed through the air!
Yet Jung Han-sung made no move to block it.
With merely a single light step forward, the pillar of stone veered wildly off course.
He had achieved perfect mastery over the flow of the surrounding space.
Having neutralized the attack with such effortless grace, Jung Han-sung raised his blade and brought it down in a slow, deliberate arc toward Sargon as he spoke.
“This ends here.”
In that instant.
A pillar of radiant light descended from the heavens themselves, crashing down upon Sargon.
Simultaneously, Arzka, whom Jung Han-sung held in his grasp, shattered completely into fragments that dissolved into the pillar of light.
He accepted his own annihilation willingly, for this was the moment he had longed for.
And Sargon—
―Aaaaaaaagh!
He wrung forth every ounce of his remaining power to resist, yet his body could not endure. It crumbled to dust in real time.
Had he surrendered swiftly to defeat, he might have preserved his life. But he did not.
And so.
He was being unmade.
For one who grasped divinity, true annihilation was no common occurrence.
Especially for a divine being like Sargon—such erasure was extraordinarily rare.
Yet Sargon had believed that if he brought his true self to bear, he could eliminate Jung Han-sung.
Even with his power limited, he who could not capture Jung Han-sung with his true form now faced oblivion.
A fitting end to match his arrogance.
The light scattered and faded—
When the pillar of radiance finally vanished.
Only black ash remained in its place.
Jung Han-sung descended slowly, his empty hand extended, landing upon the ground. He gazed down at the black ash and murmured to himself.
“Is he truly gone for good?”
―Hard to say. His true self has certainly been annihilated. But if he left a fragment of himself somewhere, that existence could persist.
“So he could recover his strength and appear again?”
―That would be difficult. With his true self destroyed, his very rank would plummet to the depths. Practically speaking, you needn’t concern yourself with him anymore.
At Onyx’s words, Jung Han-sung nodded.
In truth, it mattered little.
Even if Sargon suddenly appeared again one day, it would be of no consequence.
I would simply annihilate him once more.
If Onyx spoke truly, there would be no more tedious traps laid in my path.
A flash of light—
And not long after, a message materialized before Jung Han-sung’s eyes.
A message confirming that I had cleared this floor.
Jung Han-sung acknowledged it and prepared to ascend to the next level.
But then.
“You’re leaving already?”
Someone suddenly appeared in the middle of the arena.
Deep crimson hair and eyes of burning red.
I recognized her immediately.
“Lilith?”
Had the mission ended, allowing other transcendents to intervene?
As I pondered this, Lilith spoke.
“Don’t be too startled. I’m just here to say hello. This is merely a projection, after all.”
Lilith said this with a laugh, then stepped closer to me and continued.
“That was quite an impressive battle. As I suspected, my eye for talent is impeccable.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“What do you mean? I already told you. I’m just here to greet you.”
Lilith spoke with a subtle smile.
“Later, we’ll meet again up there. Next time, not as a projection, but in the flesh.”
With those words, Lilith vanished.
But after she departed, several other transcendents revealed themselves in the arena.
All of them were people connected to me.
I soon understood why.
“I was watching too.”
They had been seated in the spectator stands to witness my battle, bound as they were by our connections.
And in that final moment, sensing the manifestation of my power and the strength of the bonds woven within it, they had come forward to offer their greetings.
I spoke with each of them in turn.
Then I saw the last one to approach.
“An excellent match.”
It was Arthur, clad entirely in armor.
Arthur stepped closer and spoke to me.
“There is still a long road ahead, though.”
“The path of the blade has no end, does it?”
“No.”
Arthur nodded at my words, then hesitated for a moment before slowly removing the helmet from her head.
Arthur’s face, hidden beneath the helmet, was revealed.
She spoke with a radiant smile.
“Still, it was truly magnificent.”
At the sight of Arthur’s bright smile, which I was seeing for the first time, I hesitated before laughing.
“I look forward to our continued partnership.”
“Hehe. Yes.”
And so.
Floor 250 came to an end.
A long-standing enmity resolved.
Reunited with old bonds, I shared words with them.
And once more, I look upward.
I don’t know when I’ll reach the end. I don’t know what awaits there either.
But I won’t stop.
Because that’s what I pursue.
* * *
“More than forty Awakeners have entered the 150th Floor.”
“The numbers have grown considerably.”
“It seems the appearance of a transcendent has ignited everyone’s passion.”
Leaders from various nations gathered, exchanging words.
The topic of conversation was The Tower and the Awakeners.
Recently, The Tower’s stagnant records had been shattering one after another.
No new divine being had emerged.
Existing Awakeners had simply begun climbing with sudden fervor.
As someone had mentioned earlier, the appearance of a transcendent had exerted considerable influence.
They were inspired by the notion that ascending this Tower could elevate one to ‘transcendence.’
What exactly this transcendent state was, what changed—they didn’t know.
But it was widely known that the first to become a transcendent had shrouded all of Earth in a protective barrier.
That alone was enough for Awakeners to yearn for such a position.
“We must continue to monitor the Awakeners closely.”
“Yes. And….”
While leaders from various nations held their conference,
Guilds and the Awakener Management Bureaus of each nation showed greater interest in the ‘Unclaimed Territory’ than in the Awakeners themselves.
“The expansion rate of that territory has been terrifyingly swift of late.”
“Hmm. According to reports, it’s grown by ten percent in just a month.”
“Indeed. Many smaller territories are eager to come under its dominion as well.”
What they were now observing was the territory widely known to belong to the ‘transcendent.’
Initially, it had attracted little attention, but now no Guild on Earth overlooked it.
It was expanding at a terrifying pace.
“Moreover, the number of believers in the religion originating from that place has grown tremendously.”
“That religion has even flowed into our territory.”
“Ah. And the Golems that are trending now—they’re manufactured there, I hear.”
Beyond mere expansion, they were achieving overwhelming results in religion, technology, and numerous other domains, making them impossible to ignore.
“The problem is there’s no way to deal with them….”
“It’s already gone too far to touch….”
Yet despite receiving such attention, no one suggested attacking that territory.
The reason was simple.
That territory was already too vast and too powerful.
Moreover, it was known to be ruled by a ‘transcendent.’ How could anyone dare touch such a place?
In the end, they concluded they had no choice but to keep watch, as they had in previous conferences.
Meanwhile.
At that very moment.
“Did everyone understand perfectly?”
In Han-sung’s Territory, Baek-seol was speaking in a sharp voice to someone.
“Yes.”
“We have grasped it completely.”
“We will do our best.”
Before Baek-seol knelt two people and one demi-human.
They were those whom Baek-seol had been cultivating as successors.
None of the three had yet fully met Baek-seol’s standards, but she believed that if they combined their strength, they could sufficiently fill the void she would leave behind.
“I’ll come by periodically to check, so never let your guard down.”
Baek-seol issued the warning once more in her sharp voice, then left her seat.
I had barely managed to cultivate my successors.
Moreover, I had received permission not long ago when my master came.
Once the succession was complete, I was told I could ascend The Tower.
And today was that very day.
“I’m all set!”
Baek-seol rushed out of the building toward those waiting for her.
There stood Cho Cheon-woong, Maria, and Seo Ryeong.
“Well then, shall we go?”
Cho Cheon-woong spoke to Baek-seol with a smile.
Today, they would challenge Layer 199 once more.
The outcome remained uncertain this time as well. But they all possessed sufficient confidence.
They had accomplished much over the past six months.
Besides, Jung Han-sung had periodically visited and given them hints.
“Let’s depart!”
Thus, three humans and one nine-tailed fox headed toward Layer 199.
Beyond Layer 199, to touch the realm of transcendence.
* * *
Jung Han-sung sat atop a high hill.
Six months had already passed since defeating Sargon. So much had happened since then.
I had overcome countless crises and gained countless experiences.
And I was still ascending The Tower.
“Aren’t you going to check on them directly?”
“Well. It’s too soon to meet them now.”
Jung Han-sung answered in a calm voice to the question.
“At least when I reach around Floor 250, I’ll go see them.”
“Your standards are quite high.”
Standing beside him was none other than Arthur. Finally, I had reached the same floor level as Arthur.
And beside him stood a very muscular man.
These three were now the members climbing The Tower together.
And now.
I had sent Onyx, the undead, and my summoned creatures down below to welcome the newcomers.
That was the reason.
“Hold on a moment.”
I paused to ask for their patience, then focused my consciousness.
Immediately, Onyx’s vision appeared in the corner of my own sight.
Before the entrance leading up to Layer 200.
There stood the undead who had seized divinity and Thunder Wolf.
All had reached demigod status by receiving divinity from me, and some among them had even awakened their own divine names.
The reason they were on Layer 200 was simple.
Whoooosh―!
The entrance to Layer 200 blazed with brilliant light, and a group emerged from within.
Faces I knew all too well.
Baek-seol, the white fox with multiple tails. Cho Cheon-woong. Maria. And Seo Ryeong as well.
I smiled as I watched them through Onyx’s eyes.
Perhaps Earth was the first dimension to produce so many transcendents in such a short span of time.
I felt a quiet sense of pride, though I didn’t let it show, and conveyed my words through Onyx.
“I’ll be waiting, so all of you do your best.”
I could see each of them react differently to those words.
I smiled again.
I had thought I would be lonely and isolated, but when I came to my senses, countless others were already walking alongside me.
Below. Right beside me. And perhaps above as well.
I would continue to meet, part with, and meet again with so many.
Perhaps they would reach where I stand. Or maybe they would surpass me.
But none of that changes anything.
Eventually, when we reach that end, we will all meet.
“Good.”
I rose from my seat and turned to the other two, speaking.
“Let’s go now.”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go.”
And so I walked forward.
【『I Became a Top-Tier Tower Hunter Just by Subscribing』 Complete】

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