I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 44

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#Chapter 44.
I swallowed hard.
The overwhelming pressure emanating from the being that had materialized before me was suffocating.
This wasn’t my first encounter with a Transcendent through the broadcast window.
I’d faced Arthur, the Sword Master, and Indra, the God of Thunder, before.
When I first met them, their overwhelming presence had crushed down upon me.
But what I felt from the being before me now was something else entirely.
It wasn’t that the Owner of Necronomicon was of a higher caliber than the Transcendents I’d met before.
Rather… the nature of the pressure was different.
It felt like standing before a natural predator.
A soft rustling sound.
The Owner of Necronomicon extended an arm—though I wasn’t sure I could even call it an arm. Its body structure was clearly inhuman.
A wet, slithering noise.
A bundle of tentacles burst forth from beneath the wide sleeves.
Fortunately, those tentacles reached not for me, but for the materials scattered across the floor.
It examined the materials I had selected, turning them this way and that, then nodded.
Then it extended a tentacle toward me.
A sharp sensation.
The moment the tentacle made contact with my arm.
I felt incomprehensible knowledge pouring into my mind.
My consciousness reeled momentarily, and I staggered badly, but fortunately I regained my balance before I could make a fool of myself.
And slowly, the knowledge that had felt so alien began to crystallize in my understanding.
“Ah.”
It was a method for crafting undead using the materials I had prepared.
What was remarkable was that this method didn’t feel entirely unfamiliar.
‘Did it refine the ideas I had been thinking through on my own?’
Before using the consultation opportunity, I had indeed pondered how best to create undead.
I hadn’t recorded those thoughts or shared them with anyone.
Yet somehow, the channel owner had known, and had refined the method based on my own ideas.
And this had all taken place in less than ten seconds since it appeared.
A soft rustling.
The Owner of Necronomicon withdrew its tentacles, bowed its head slightly, and slowly retreated.
I watched as its form grew increasingly translucent, and then vanished entirely.
“Hah… hah…”
And immediately after, I collapsed to the floor. I gasped for breath, my expression bewildered.
The moment I confirmed that the Owner of Necronomicon had disappeared, a wave of intense relief and exhaustion washed over me.
It felt like I had just pulled my head out of a predator’s jaws.
What came next was even more confusing.
The moment I tried to recall the Owner of Necronomicon, a sharp headache crashed down upon me.
And I couldn’t remember exactly what it had looked like.
I had definitely seen beneath the Owner of Necronomicon’s robes. We’d even made eye contact.
Yet I couldn’t recall their exact appearance at all.
All I remembered was that parts of their body were composed of tentacles.
“Is it… a difference in rank?”
I pondered it briefly, but something told me that wasn’t the whole story.
Because even Indra, whom I’d faced before, didn’t seem to be clearly beneath them in terms of rank.
Soon I shook my head.
‘I simply lack enough clues right now.’
Dwelling on it seemed unlikely to yield answers at this moment.
“Sigh.”
I exhaled deeply, then slowly pushed myself upright.
For now, what I’d gained from this consultation mattered far more than what the Owner of Necronomicon actually looked like.
First, I intended to gather the bones the Owner of Necronomicon had scattered back together.
But the moment my fingertips touched the bone, I felt something had changed.
‘The energy… has it grown denser? It feels like it’s become much more refined somehow?’
And the instant that thought crossed my mind, a message materialized before my eyes.
[The Owner of Necronomicon says that’s a service.]
“A service…?”
It seemed they’d done something to the bone while examining it.
These bones are meaningless if they merely look convincing on the surface. What truly matters is the concentration and purity of the energy contained within them.
And now both of those aspects had improved dramatically compared to before.
I found myself smiling and murmuring without thinking.
“The consultation was definitely worth it.”
This service was one thing, but what I’d originally sought from the consultation had been clearly achieved.
The blueprint the Owner of Necronomicon had provided.
The fundamental framework of the improved blueprint wasn’t drastically different from what I’d initially conceived.
An undead capable of serving as a vanguard, and ideally utilizing all the materials I currently possessed. Those were the conditions I’d set.
“But everything after that was completely different.”
The manufacturing methods contained in it were things I could attempt immediately.
Yet the applications were extraordinarily unconventional.
If my previous manufacturing method was something an elementary or middle school student might devise, the one refined by the Owner of Necronomicon was nearly professorial in caliber.
Though I hadn’t crafted it yet, I could easily foresee that the results would differ dramatically.
‘The gap in skill must be that immense.’
Oh, and one more thing.
Originally, I’d planned to create two undead with my current materials, but this method would use all of them to create exactly one.
―Hmm, what’s this? Did something happen?
Just then, Onyx suddenly poked his head out from the armor and spoke.
I looked down at Onyx and replied.
“What do you mean?”
―My consciousness vanished for a moment just now. It felt like something pushed me out.
“…Did you see the entity that just appeared?”
―What? What appeared?
Hearing Onyx’s words, I nodded.
It seemed the creature had lost consciousness the moment the Owner of Necronomicon descended.
‘He couldn’t withstand it, it seems.’
Onyx was once a divine being in the past, but now his status had diminished considerably….
“It’s nothing. Anyway, I need to focus soon, so stay quiet.”
―Shhk, yeah. Got it.
At my words, Onyx licked his lips in displeasure but obediently retreated back into the armor.
After silencing Onyx, I immediately began working according to the blueprint in my mind.
Lower-tier undead could be summoned simply by chanting a spell, but creating a proper undead required preparation.
First, I drew a massive magic circle that nearly filled the entire Training Ground and arranged the necessary materials within it.
Magic stones of various sizes. Monster blood. And all manner of materials.
‘Just the materials alone would cost tens of millions of won.’
I clicked my tongue as I gazed at the completed magic circle.
The amount of money here was something I would have needed to save for an entire year without spending a single coin, thinking back to my part-time job days before awakening.
‘Yet I’m spending such a fortune on creating undead just once.’
I felt anew how my circumstances had transformed one hundred and eighty degrees from before my awakening.
I took a moment to steady my breathing, then proceeded to the next step. Now I needed to create the vessel that would form the undead’s body.
“I’ll place this here, and the skull at this position….”
I positioned the bones and other materials at their designated locations.
“Done.”
Before long, a massive skeletal frame nearly three meters tall was complete.
Using a giant’s bones as the base and mixing in bones from various monsters, even the skeleton alone promised impressive results.
I stepped back and extended both hands forward.
Now I only needed to chant the incantation.
“….”
As I chanted, the skeletal frame before me began to transform.
Shhhhh―.
First, the materials arranged throughout the magic circle turned to powder and gathered toward the skeletal frame in the center.
It was as if the decomposition process of a corpse was being reversed.
Organs forming the body were generated one by one, sturdy-looking muscles appeared, and finally flesh covered everything above.
Though I had used a giant’s bones as the primary material, the gradually reconstructing form was not entirely identical to a giant.
This was because bones and flesh from several other monsters were also used.
“Baharn, de mun ariagun. Daha, lu, desemene.”
I continued pouring mana and chanting the incantation. With each word, the undead gradually found its true form.
Boom!
As the incantation reached its climax, the armor and weapons positioned at the outermost edge of the magic circle rose into the air.
They clustered together in midair, then clung to the undead’s body and spread widely across it.
And when the ‘armor’ finally settled into place.
A deep, resonant howl echoed through the chamber.
Red light flickered in the empty eye sockets of the undead. I stared directly into that crimson gaze.
Now it was time to complete the incantation.
“Rise.”
The moment those words left my lips, the magic circle blazed with brilliant light, and every ounce of that radiance was drawn into the undead lying at its center.
A thunderous boom shook the ground.
The undead then pushed itself upright.
I had to crane my neck back sharply just to meet its gaze. The height difference was staggering.
It wasn’t just the height—the sheer mass was overwhelming, like standing before a colossal wall given form.
With an ordinary undead, there would be nothing more to do at this point.
But with a creature this powerful, one final step remained necessary.
“Your name is Karon. Kneel and show your submission.”
I bestowed a new name upon it and bound it entirely to my will through absolute obedience.
I drew upon every last drop of mana within me, letting it radiate outward visibly. Then I unsheathed the sword at my waist, ready to strike at any moment.
The undead I had named Karon stared directly at me.
A low, reverberating sound rumbled from its chest.
Then it knelt before me.
It had chosen submission.
[You have successfully subjugated the Bone Knight Karon.]
At the same moment, a message materialized before my eyes.
Seeing this confirmation, I smiled.
‘Perfect.’
The name had registered properly. This wasn’t mere pretense of obedience—the undead was genuinely bound to me. The system message proved it.
And the designation “Bone Knight” was significant in itself.
When I first devised this plan, I’d envisioned creating either a Skeleton Warrior or a Skeleton Knight.
Either would have been the highest rank among skeletal variants.
But I’d created a Bone Knight instead.
I had succeeded in crafting a superior species—one tier above the skeleton classification.
“Excellent. From now on, you will serve as my vanguard, protecting both myself and Kuhuelt. You need only obey my commands.”
At my words, Karon bowed its head respectfully.
Thus the creation of the undead was complete.
―You’ve done well, Master.
“Indeed.”
Hearing Onyx’s words, I settled into the chair that Baek-seol had positioned at one side of the Training Ground.
After hours spent crafting the undead, exhaustion weighed upon me considerably.
Yet I had no intention of leaving to rest just yet. The fatigue, while present, was hardly severe.
Besides, there remained one final task to complete.
I gestured for Kuhuelt and Karon to approach, then carefully extracted portions of their ribcages.
“Ahart. Beila. Ku. Zeo….”
As I chanted the incantation in this state, light flashed across both undead, and fragments of their essence separated, flowing into the bone fragments I held in my hand.
I muttered the incantation one final time to confirm the spell had succeeded.
“Unsummon.”
A deep rumbling echoed through the air.
The two undead crumbled to dust and vanished without a trace.
I called out again.
“Summon.”
A heap of bones materialized on the barren ground, and from it, Kuhuelt and Karon rose to their feet.
It was undead summoning, one of the necromantic arts.
The technique involved storing them in a sort of overlapping dimension and retrieving them when needed—far more difficult than I’d anticipated.
I’d studied it intensively when I subscribed to the Necronomicon, but I hadn’t mastered it completely, and only now, days later, could I attempt it.
“Well, at least it worked.”
I smiled to myself and unsummoned them again. Then I closed my eyes, cleared my mind, and rested in that state. After roughly thirty minutes, I rose to my feet.
“Shall we head out then?”
Next was Floor 40.
According to Baek-seol, I might encounter beings from other worlds or dimensions.
Boss rooms typically appeared every ten floors, so the odds of meeting someone from another world specifically on Floor 40 were slim.
I stepped outside first and told Baek-seol I was heading out.
“Please be careful!”
“I will.”
After receiving Baek-seol’s farewell, I entered the next floor without hesitation.
Of course, clutching the bone fragments of Karon and Kuhuelt in my hand.
A familiar vertigo washed over me.
The scenery around me shifted and transformed.
I stood in place for a moment, steadying myself against the dizziness, then checked the message that appeared before my eyes.
[Objective: Defeat Arachne, who has made her nest by joining forces with others.]
[Time Limit: 1 hour]
Immediately after reading the message, I quickly scanned my surroundings.
The newly arrived floor was a cave. Moreover, there were other people near me.
“Oh! A joint mission on Floor 40? How unique!”
“….”
To be precise, there was one human and one elf.
I realized I had encountered the beings from other worlds that Baek-seol had mentioned.

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