I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 30

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#Episode 30.
Darkness.
Endless darkness.
It was there that I opened my eyes.
‘Where am I?’
I gazed blankly around, but there was nothing to see. I couldn’t even perceive my own body.
Yet something else troubled me far more.
‘Why am I here?’
‘Where is this place?’ Such questions flooded my mind, and they inevitably spawned another.
‘Who am I?’
Where this place was. How I came to be here. And who ‘I’ truly was.
I remembered nothing.
In this realm of endless darkness, there were no clues to help me recall anything.
For a long while, I drifted aimlessly through the darkness.
Strangely, it didn’t feel unpleasant. Rather, it felt deeply peaceful—as though I’d returned to where I was always meant to be.
‘I must remember.’
Then, without warning, that thought surfaced in my mind, disconnected and unbidden.
I must remember.
But remember what? Where this place is? Who I am?
‘Nothing comes to mind.’
Did I even need to? Drifting mindlessly through this darkness seemed perfectly acceptable.
‘I must remember.’
Yet once that thought had taken hold, it clung to me like a brand seared into my skull—impossible to shake.
I must remember.
Where this place is. Why I came here. Who I am—I must remember all of it.
‘I am….’
As I sank deeper into the abyss, I continued to think.
First, let me consider where this place is.
All I see is darkness.
Yes. Darkness. Nothing else exists.
‘This is abnormal.’
That realization struck me suddenly.
Dark places are common enough, but to be enveloped in such absolute darkness is unnatural.
Especially when I recall being in a place bathed in brilliant light just moments ago.
‘Just moments ago?’
I froze.
Brilliant light. A crimson earth gleaming beneath it. And something massive rising from that ground.
Once that thread of memory had been pulled, the thoughts came unraveling without pause.
‘Something massive. And darkness.’
The memory of it targeting me surfaced. Why? Because I had been fighting it.
That. So….
―Forget it.
So what was I saying? I was fighting something….
―Forget it.
What was I thinking about?
Where is this place?
Why….
―Then you shall find peace.
…He closed his eyes.
Right. There’s no need to complicate things. If I just rest comfortably, I’ll be happy.
But then.
‘Why should I obey orders?’
Now that I think about it, I’m a little angry.
The moment that thought crossed his mind unconsciously.
Crackle―!
Suddenly, a surge of blue lightning erupted from his center, engulfing his body and awakening the consciousness that had been sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.
As his sinking consciousness rose back to the surface, a single word dominated his mind simultaneously.
Evil God.
‘Sargon!’
The moment I recalled the memory, my eyes snapped open.
‘Sargon, that bastard’s trap!’
I hurriedly looked at the Darkness surrounding me. The Darkness that wouldn’t scatter no matter how I flailed my hands about.
Seeing my situation, I thought.
‘So it really was that bastard’s trap.’
Of course I was startled when the Darkness descended upon me, but on the other hand, I felt like it was inevitable.
Even though I’d gotten the better of him, my opponent was an Evil God.
So I’d tried to respond somehow, but I never imagined his trap would be of this nature.
‘I nearly drifted in this place forever.’
In fact, just moments ago, I was trying to forget everything and stop thinking altogether.
If I’d given up then…. It would’ve gone exactly as Sargon wanted.
Just thinking about it sent chills down my spine.
I tried to calm my racing heart and looked around.
‘The problem is how to escape this place.’
All I’d done was regain my senses. The Darkness surrounding me remained unchanged.
Awakening and escaping the Darkness were completely different matters.
I decided to check one by one what I could actually do.
‘My sword is gone.’
First, the sword I’d been holding no longer felt present in my hand. I didn’t even remember dropping it or anything like that.
Next, I tried calling out to Onyx aloud.
But that was impossible. I clearly opened my mouth to speak, yet no sound carried forth at all.
‘Onyx.’
So I called out to him in my mind, but there was no response.
I tried to brush away the armor I was wearing, but all I felt was bare skin.
‘No sword? No armor?’
I pondered for a moment, then attempted to use a different ability.
Crackle—!
Blue lightning erupted from my body, arcing outward in brilliant streaks.
‘Good, this works at least.’
Indra’s lightning activated properly, just as it had during my awakening. However, even as the electricity crackled around me, my vision remained unchanged.
It felt like drawing lightning across black paper—visible, yet somehow disconnected from reality.
Moreover, the energy consumption was far greater than usual. I couldn’t sustain it long before dissipating the lightning.
‘The only ability I can reliably use is Indra’s lightning. Swordsmanship is impossible, and I can’t perceive the flow at all.’
More precisely, I could attempt to perceive the flow, but there was nothing to read.
It was as though the flow didn’t exist in this place at all.
My intuitive abilities were equally useless now.
‘What does it want from me?’
I furrowed my brow.
I’d already recognized this as a trap. I’d resisted the force trying to erase my sense of self. Yet the Darkness remained, unchanged.
Was it trying to keep me imprisoned here indefinitely?
‘Possibly.’
If time continued to pass like this, the mission would fail. And perhaps it wouldn’t end there.
Even after the mission time expired, I might remain trapped here until I surrendered whatever Sargon desired.
One thing came to mind immediately when I thought of what he wanted.
‘Submission….’
Sargon had always demanded that I serve him. This could be an extension of that obsession.
Or perhaps, enraged by my refusal, he simply intended to keep me imprisoned forever until my mind shattered completely.
Both possibilities existed.
I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them again. Not that it made any difference, surrounded as I was by absolute darkness.
In any case, after refocusing my attention, I examined the final ability I’d been saving for last.
The most crucial one.
‘The Subscription Window.’
After a brief moment that felt subjectively like an eternity.
Crackle—.
Static-like noise flickered across my vision, and a familiar window materialized. The Subscription Window, displaying all my subscribed channels.
Relief washed over me at the sight.
If even the Subscription ability had been rendered useless in this situation, I would have been in serious trouble.
I scanned the Subscription Window rapidly with my eyes.
I’d certainly prepared subscriptions for countless scenarios, but this situation was ambiguous.
It wasn’t that nothing came to mind—rather, nothing fit this situation perfectly.
For instance, among my subscription candidates were things like Teleportation Basics or the Pathfinder’s Path.
Both abilities would prove invaluable should we find ourselves stranded somewhere.
‘But this isn’t mere stranding—we’re trapped by a snare laid by a divine entity.’
Could teleportation actually free us from this place? Could Pathfinder’s ability help me find an escape route?
No matter how I pondered it, doubt overshadowed every possibility.
‘What could I possibly use to break free from here?’
Eventually, I erased the channels I’d previously reviewed from my mind and began examining the subscription window anew from the start.
Then, one menu suddenly caught my eye.
It was a menu labeled “Personalized Channel Recommendations.”
‘Was this always here?’
I racked my brain, but I was certain I’d never seen this menu before.
When I’d subscribed to Indra’s channel previously, I’d only used the function that listed channels by compatibility rating—it never offered specific recommendations like this.
After brief deliberation, I clicked on the menu.
Immediately, new channels materialized before my eyes with a whoosh.
Crackle—
But then, noise erupted again, and the subscription window distorted wildly.
It restored itself quickly, yet my heart lurched at the sight.
‘Is something trying to interfere with my ability?’
That was the only conclusion I could draw. There was no time for leisurely inspection.
I furrowed my brow and rapidly scanned the subscription window. At the top of the newly opened menu was a single line of text.
[We recommend channels suited to your current situation.]
After reading the sentence, I glanced at the list of channels below, and my head nodded involuntarily.
The channels all dealt with abilities related to escaping or breaking free from places.
It seemed the recommendations were indeed tailored to my present circumstances.
‘What’s this?’
Yet among them was something distinctly out of place.
[Heavenly Demon]
No, it wasn’t merely out of place.
What on earth was this?
The channel name contained nothing that would hint at what ability it offered—just two characters that appeared to be a name, sitting there bluntly.
Even the description that appeared when I clicked on the channel was absurd.
[Greatest Demon of All Ages]
That was it.
It was unclear whether this was even meant to encourage subscription.
Honestly, I had no desire to subscribe to it.
Under normal circumstances.
‘Hmm…’
The problem was that my “intuition,” which had remained silent ever since I’d been trapped here, suddenly blazed to life the moment I saw this channel.
My intuition was speaking clearly.
That I must choose this channel. That it was the optimal choice.
I usually followed my intuition readily, but this time I couldn’t help but hesitate.
But that hesitation was fleeting.
‘Besides, this won’t be my only opportunity.’
Fortunately, I had tickets to spare. If necessary, I could always purchase another Gold Ticket.
More importantly, my instincts had never betrayed me until now.
‘And there’s no guarantee that the other channels would help me escape this place either.’
While they were generally escape-related abilities, there was no certainty they’d work in my current situation.
After all, the circumstances I found myself in were hardly ordinary, were they?
In the end, whichever I chose, I’d be gambling to some degree.
If that was the case, trusting my instincts seemed the wiser path.
‘Alright.’
With my resolve solidified, I reached out and clicked subscribe.
[You have subscribed to Heavenly Demon using a Silver Ticket.]
[This subscription is valid for 3 minutes.]
Three minutes. Brief, perhaps, but experience had taught me something.
Abilities with shorter subscription periods delivered proportionally greater impact.
‘If it’s not enough, I’ll purchase a Gold Ticket and subscribe again.’
With that thought in mind, I waited for the subscribed ability to manifest.
And immediately after.
―Hmm.
A figure materialized before me. Without sound, without warning.
A tattered black martial robe. Disheveled hair. A towering frame. Eyes that held a quiet luminescence.
When those eyes turned toward me, I felt my breath catch sharply in my throat.
There was no overwhelming pressure, no blazing charisma.
Instead, I sensed something as fathomless as an abyss. A presence that was human, yet not.
It felt as though a beast had donned human skin and walked upright.
Likely an entity born from the channel I’d subscribed to.
Heavenly Demon regarded me directly and spoke.
―Did you summon me?
I felt my breath finally release and opened my mouth to respond.
But I couldn’t. Sound itself was impossible.
Fortunately, he seemed to notice, his brow twitching as he spoke.
―Trapped in an inconvenient place. If ordinary humans remained confined here long, they’d lose their minds.
His words filled me with frustration. I was curious about this place, but I had barely three minutes. This was no time for leisurely conversation.
Yet Heavenly Demon, as if reading my thoughts, raised one corner of his mouth and spoke.
―Amusing. What troubles you so?
What troubles me?
Obviously, my inability to escape this place.
Then Heavenly Demon spoke again.
―That’s precisely why it’s amusing.
Looking directly at me.
―The strength to escape this place already dwells within you.

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