I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 65

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#Chapter 65.
Climbers entering the Unclaimed Territory for the first time are deposited in relatively low-danger zones.
Not only are there no powerful territories nearby, but the monsters in the area are few in number or weak in strength.
As time passes and territories expand, monsters gradually congregate and establish themselves, but naturally, this was still a distant concern for Jung Han-sung.
His territory had only been established for less than a week.
Which meant that around Jung Han-sung’s territory, there were only mediocre-level monsters.
And right now, their numbers were plummeting in real time.
“Oh, looks like they’ve cleared out another nest.”
Jung Han-sung murmured while checking the minimap.
Green dots representing allied forces were steadily approaching on the minimap.
“I’ll open the gate!”
“Go ahead.”
Baek-seol immediately opened the gate in the fence.
Soon, undead began walking through the opened gate.
All of them were laden with spoils of war.
“Looks like it was a goblin settlement this time.”
Jung Han-sung examined the spoils while checking the condition of the undead.
The total number of undead currently sent out hunting was forty, divided into two groups of twenty that roamed separately.
“They all look fine.”
If they’d engaged in fierce combat, some of them should have been broken or fractured, but they all appeared perfectly intact.
It meant the battle had been overwhelmingly one-sided.
Probably, even minor wounds had disappeared during the ‘synthesis’ process.
“Current total undead count is… seventy-six?”
Jung Han-sung murmured while viewing the village management window.
The undead, originally numbering only fifty-two including Karon and Kuhuelt, had increased by a staggering twenty-four.
The reason was simple.
“Rise.”
Every time a battle ended and they returned, new undead were created.
As Jung Han-sung lightly waved his hand and cast the spell, the corpses classified as ‘bodies’ among the spoils the undead had brought back rattled and rose to their feet.
In an instant, the total undead count swelled to eighty-five.
“Mm. Excellent.”
Jung Han-sung nodded in satisfaction as he observed the condition of the undead.
He ordered the undead to hunt the surrounding monsters and issued several additional commands.
First, those that appeared relatively weak should be absorbed and synthesized on the spot rather than brought back.
Synthesis should be performed sequentially, starting with the weakest.
And bringing them to the village should be limited to the stronger individuals only.
‘They’re clearly in better condition than ordinary goblin undead.’
The undead faithfully followed the orders, and the nine newly joined undead appeared noticeably higher in quality.
Though the difference was merely that between goblins and goblin warriors.
Jung Han-sung withdrew his mana and asked Baek-seol a question.
“How many locations have you cleared so far?”
“Two goblin tribes and six groups of wandering goblins in total, sir!”
“Not bad.”
At that rate, I must have faced close to a hundred goblins, yet the undead suffered almost no losses.
Moreover, as time passed, both the quality and quantity of the undead continued to improve.
“At this pace, I don’t need to worry.”
I had been standing by just in case, but it seemed there would be no problems.
After all, I had already stationed a certain number of undead throughout my Territory.
“While I’m away, don’t bring corpses inside. Store them separately in the external warehouse instead. And make sure only undead can handle them—no one else is to touch them.”
“Yes, sir!”
Constantly moving corpses in and out would be unsightly and unhygienic, so I had constructed a separate warehouse outside the main area.
I had even surrounded it with a wooden palisade.
“Good. I’ll be inside my home, so unless something urgent comes up or all the necessary materials are gathered, don’t disturb me.”
“Understood, sir!”
The necessary materials I mentioned to Baek-seol referred to the resources needed to construct Level 2 buildings.
As the Core upgraded, restrictions on several buildings were lifted, but unfortunately, only a few could be built immediately.
‘Just the watchtower and the well. Those were the only two.’
Both required relatively few materials.
So I had built the watchtower and well generously, but the other buildings still lacked sufficient materials to even begin construction.
Since the undead worked nearly around the clock, I estimated I could construct two or three more buildings within about six hours.
With my thoughts organized, I headed toward my home.
Yes. My home.
Among the various huts, mine stood apart—nearly twice as large as the others.
Whoosh—
As I opened the door and stepped inside, I saw an interior structure similar to the bedroom in my Unique Space.
Of course, Baek-seol had decorated this space as well.
Rather than heading to the bed, I walked straight to the center and sat down on the floor.
Then I activated the ability I had subscribed to.
Whooom—
My vision began to distort, just as it had before.
This time, I remained calm and waited patiently for my vision to stabilize.
When the surroundings transformed from the interior of the hut to the Dark Cave.
“You’ve arrived.”
A familiar voice came from behind me.
I immediately rose to my feet and turned around.
“Greetings.”
“Good. Your body… it’s already fully recovered. Do you heal quickly?”
“Ah, yes. That’s correct.”
It couldn’t be otherwise.
I possessed the trait of an indomitable physique, granted to me by the Pantheon’s Indomitable History.
It was nothing less than an A-rank trait.
Thanks to this, my body wasn’t merely sturdy—my recovery capabilities were equally exceptional.
“Hmm. A trait, you say. Indeed, then you must possess recovery far beyond what mere physical conditioning would suggest.”
“Ah, are the effects of traits not readily apparent on the surface, then?”
“Correct. Such power is bestowed directly by transcendents, after all. Consider this: imagine receiving the ability to command flames from a god.”
The Heavenly Demon posed a question to me.
“Looking at someone from the outside, could you discern that they command flames?”
“Hmm. It would be difficult, I imagine.”
“Precisely. Yet consider someone who has wielded a blade consistently.”
He extended his palm for me to see.
“Calluses would be etched into their hands. Their muscles would reshape themselves to suit swordplay. Thus, one can deduce many truths from outward appearance.”
“I see.”
“Of course, appearances tell only part of the story. This world harbors something called qi. Master qi, and even a dwarf can overpower a giant through sheer force.”
The Heavenly Demon reached his hand into empty air.
A sword materialized smoothly, settling into his grip.
“In any case, this time we shall focus on footwork.”
“Pardon? Footwork, you mean?”
“Yes. Footwork.”
The Heavenly Demon spoke with a solemn expression.
“You likely wonder why footwork rather than a second technique. Such curiosity is natural.”
“Ah, yes.”
“It is because all martial arts are inseparable from footwork.”
Having said this much, the Heavenly Demon slowly assumed a stance.
It was the foundational posture of the Soul-Shattering Sword.
“Last time, I merely showed you how to swing the blade.”
Then he slowly extended his foot forward, thrusting the sword ahead.
A fierce momentum emanated from the strike, just as before.
“This alone is sufficiently formidable. But true power lies in—”
The Heavenly Demon returned to his original stance, then extended his foot at a different angle.
After advancing three steps forward in this manner, he thrust the sword ahead as before.
“Ah.”
Watching this, I immediately understood.
The sword’s trajectory was identical, yet its power had become vastly more formidable.
“This is what happens when footwork suited to the blade is executed in harmony.”
“Remarkable.”
The Heavenly Demon nodded solemnly, then lowered his sword as he spoke.
“This footwork is called the Soul-Shattering Step. I devised it myself to complement the Soul-Shattering Sword. Consider yourself honored to learn it.”
“Yes. I shall give my utmost effort in mastering it.”
“…You may take your time learning it, though.”
“Pardon?”
He seemed to say something at the end, but it was too quiet to hear.
“It’s nothing.”
The Heavenly Demon shook his head before Jung Han-sung could ask again, then immediately opened his mouth.
“Now. First, spread your legs about half a step apart.”
“Like this?”
“Yes. From that position….”
Jung Han-sung focused intently, listening to every word the Heavenly Demon spoke without missing a single syllable.
“You need to extend your feet further from there!”
Once he began teaching in earnest, the Heavenly Demon drove Jung Han-sung relentlessly.
Yet Jung Han-sung never complained once, moving silently and repeatedly exactly as instructed.
After nearly two hours of repeatedly practicing the Shattered Soul Step.
Suddenly, something that had been frustratingly blocking the way ahead seemed to burst wide open.
[Shattered Soul Step (B) has been registered as a skill]
A message appeared before my eyes.
But Jung Han-sung paid no attention to the message, instead unfolding the footwork as if entranced.
Whoosh!
My feet extended forward without any obstruction.
The Heavenly Demon, who had been watching from behind with his arms crossed, widened his eyes.
Had Jung Han-sung been able to read his thoughts, he would have sensed the Heavenly Demon’s inner shock: ‘He’s already mastered it?’
“Oh! That felt different just now!”
But Jung Han-sung lacked such ability, and he simply turned to the Heavenly Demon with pure joy.
The Heavenly Demon quickly composed his expression and spoke in a solemn voice.
“Hmm. I suppose you could say you’ve taken your first step.”
“I see! I’ll continue to work hard. Should I keep practicing then?”
“No…. I’ll teach you the second form as well.”
“Already?”
“Ahem. Footwork is typically learned alongside swordplay, after all.”
In truth, he had originally planned to teach only footwork today.
Jung Han-sung had mastered the first form far faster than expected in the first session.
Thinking that at this rate he might master all three forms within four days, he had deliberately incorporated footwork into the training.
But he never imagined the footwork would be learned this quickly as well.
Moreover, unlike when he was learning the first form, he didn’t even appear to be struggling.
Of course, if he wished, he could continue drilling by claiming there was still room for improvement.
Martial arts weren’t truly mastered after grasping them just once.
But as the Heavenly Demon, deliberately making excuses to delay instruction went against his pride.
And as a martial artist, he felt both curiosity about how far someone with such talent could advance, and a desire to personally polish this raw gem with his own hands.
“Now. Take your stance.”
Thus, the Heavenly Demon abandoned his hastily made plan and taught Jung Han-sung the second form as well.
After rolling around for several more hours, Jung Han-sung returned home exhausted once again.
After Jung Han-sung left, the Heavenly Demon shook his head and muttered to himself.
“You monster. You actually managed to master even that technique before leaving.”
It was nothing short of high praise.
* * *
The moment the Heavenly Demon’s instruction ended, I returned to Earth and slept for well over ten hours.
The training had been far more brutal than the last time.
So I woke up at that ambiguous hour of dawn after sleeping fitfully.
I picked up my phone without thinking and discovered an unexpected message.
―Hello. I’m reaching out because there’s someone who wishes to meet with you, Han-sung.
It was a text from Baek Jin-woo.

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