I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 70

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#Chapter 70.
Jung Han-sung returned to his home and settled into a cross-legged position on the floor.
The Heavenly Demon had advised him to use the key to the Demon Heart Pavilion only when his body and mind were in perfect condition.
So his plan was to push his physical state to its maximum before entering.
Of course, he had no intention of simply waiting around doing nothing until he recovered naturally.
“It’s convenient that medicinal herbs grow in the Territory.”
Jung Han-sung gazed at the medicinal herbs laid before him.
They were carefully selected from among the herbs that Lila and the undead had gathered—specifically those with superior restorative properties.
Since they required no special processing, he could simply chew and consume them raw.
‘Come to think of it, there’s also a technique for processing medicinal herbs separately.’
Some herbs were potent enough when consumed raw, but others required processing to unlock their full efficacy.
However, he couldn’t entrust such work to Lila just yet.
‘A herbalist doesn’t necessarily possess knowledge of herb processing.’
Typically, such processing was handled not by herbalists but by physicians or alchemists.
‘I’ll need to either hire someone like that later, or subscribe to a relevant channel and teach someone with aptitude.’
Having reached this conclusion, Jung Han-sung picked up one of the herbs.
Crunch.
As he chewed the herb, a fragrant aroma filled his mouth alongside a bitter taste that spread intensely.
“Ugh.”
Jung Han-sung grimaced but didn’t stop, chewing the herb completely.
He then picked up another herb and repeated the process.
After consuming three herbs, Jung Han-sung closed his eyes.
He could definitely feel the recovery accelerating as he ingested the herbs and practiced breathing cultivation.
Jung Han-sung waited for the medicinal effects to be fully absorbed, then opened his eyes and repeated the cycle of consuming more herbs.
About two hours passed this way.
“Phew.”
Jung Han-sung exhaled deeply and opened his eyes. This time, instead of reaching for more herbs, he rose from his seated position.
“Let me see…”
He then lightly stretched his legs and threw a punch forward from where he stood.
Whoosh!
His fist extended forward with crisp momentum.
Jung Han-sung smiled with satisfaction. He could feel his body and vital energy perfectly stabilized.
“These herbs are truly remarkable.”
He decided he’d need to continue pushing herb cultivation aggressively going forward.
They were profitable and could also be used for recovery like this.
Jung Han-sung carefully wrapped the remaining herbs in cloth, stored them in his inventory, and then retrieved the key to the Demon Heart Pavilion, holding it in his hand.
“He said I’d naturally know how to use it when the time came.”
The Heavenly Demon had told him he’d instinctively understand the method of use, yet nothing happened even as he held it.
So Jung Han-sung grasped the key and attempted to concentrate.
‘I want to enter.’
In that instant, the key trembled violently before slipping from my grasp and hovering suspended in the air.
“Oh.”
As I watched in astonishment, the key rotated to lie horizontally, then shifted slightly forward.
Click!
With a sound of something engaging, the key began rotating slowly—clockwise, no less.
But the truly astounding part came next.
Creeeeak—
The groan of ancient hinges echoed through the space, and a perfectly rectangular frame revealed an entirely different landscape beyond.
It was as if an invisible door truly existed in the empty air itself.
Jung Han-sung gazed through in wonder, peering at what lay beyond.
There stretched an endless archive before me.
‘Is this the Demon Heart Pavilion?’
After surveying the interior briefly, I walked swiftly through the threshold, worried that if I delayed too long, the door might vanish.
Once I passed through and turned to look back—
‘It’s gone.’
Behind me lay only the same endless expanse of shelves and tomes.
“Hmm.”
I turned my attention forward again.
‘What should I do now?’
The Heavenly Demon had only told me the place’s name.
I’d heard nothing about what the Demon Heart Pavilion actually was or what purpose it served.
After a moment’s deliberation, I walked toward a bookshelf on one side.
The shelves were packed densely with volumes, yet something seemed distinctly odd.
“What is this?”
Though characters were clearly written on the spines, I found myself unable to read them.
It wasn’t that I didn’t recognize the script or anything of that nature.
Rather, reading itself became impossible—as though the act were fundamentally obstructed.
I tilted my head and pulled one book from the shelf. The title came into view.
‘I still can’t read it.’
Yet again, the characters remained indecipherable—as though some filter blocked my perception of them.
When I opened the book to check its contents, the same phenomenon persisted.
“Hmm.”
I returned the book to its place and examined the other volumes.
‘Why can’t I read any of these?’
Was it only this section, or were other areas the same?
I inspected other shelves to answer my question, and soon confirmed that the other books were equally unreadable.
“Here too….”
Furrowing my brow momentarily, I refused to give up and began checking further shelves.
Yet no matter how far I walked, I found not a single readable book.
“How long have I been walking?”
I turned around to look behind me.
But all I could see were bookshelves stretching endlessly in every direction.
“Hmm.”
After searching for a long while, I felt a bit frustrated at finding nothing concrete. Still, there were a few things I had managed to discern.
‘These books don’t seem entirely meaningless.’
No matter which book I examined, I couldn’t understand its contents—that much remained consistent.
However, I did sense something.
‘The contents of the books are subtly different from one another.’
While I couldn’t clearly recognize or comprehend the characters, I could at least make out their general shapes and forms. When I compared several of them, I realized their appearances differed.
From this observation, two hypotheses occurred to me.
‘What if the books shelved here have perfectly legible contents, but I simply cannot see them?’
The books themselves are fine; it’s just that I cannot read them. And taking that further—
‘What if my task is to find a book within this collection that I can actually read?’
Perhaps somewhere in this endless library lay the very book I was searching for.
And if that hypothesis were correct, I had a method.
‘The Subscription Window.’
My all-purpose Subscription Window, of course.
I had worried it might not work here, but fortunately the window appeared without issue.
‘Let me see… I need a channel that would help me find something…’
But then, suddenly, a message appeared before my eyes.
[The Heavenly Demon urgently advises that you cannot proceed in that manner]
“…?”
Puzzled by the sudden message, I read it, and another message appeared above it.
[The Heavenly Demon says that selecting books must be done entirely through your own strength alone]
“I see.”
I furrowed my brow.
At least, the part about finding books seemed correct.
‘But does that mean I can’t use other abilities to help me search?’
I thought about it for a moment, then shook my head.
“No, wait. It’s not that I can’t subscribe to other channels to search—it’s that I have to choose with my own will, right?”
If I couldn’t subscribe to other channels, the Heavenly Demon would have said so explicitly.
But the Heavenly Demon specifically emphasized that the act of ‘choosing’ must be done through my own strength.
“So using subscription abilities during the search process is fine, correct?”
[The Heavenly Demon affirms]
Just as I thought.
I nodded upon reading the Heavenly Demon’s message.
Then I looked at the Subscription Window again.
First, I eliminated all channels related to ‘tracking’ or ‘finding.’ The Heavenly Demon had indicated those were wrong answers.
So then, which channel might actually help?
[Felicitas’s Gentle Blessing]
This was the channel Jung Han-sung had chosen.
Felicitas was a deity associated with fortune, and this channel increased the subscriber’s luck.
He had initially thought of Cassandra’s channel, which he favored, but this one seemed more helpful for now.
Jung Han-sung immediately pressed the subscribe button.
[You have subscribed to Felicitas’s gentle blessing using a Silver Ticket]
[This subscription’s duration is 1 hour]
A message appeared shortly after.
He had originally intended to use a Bronze Ticket, but its time limit was less than ten minutes, so he used a Silver Ticket instead.
Ten minutes wouldn’t be enough to accomplish anything.
A soft shimmer descended.
Not long after, I felt something settle upon my shoulders, and I instinctively realized the channel’s effect had taken hold.
‘Good.’
I resumed walking.
Subscribing to a channel didn’t produce an immediate, dramatic transformation.
But somehow my steps felt lighter. It was as if some burden had lifted.
‘Is this the channel’s effect? Or just my imagination?’
Even as I pondered this uncertainty, I didn’t stop moving.
How much further had I gone?
“Hm?”
Something caught my eye.
It was none other than a Staircase.
‘Should I go up?’
The feeling seemed right, so I climbed the Staircase. When I did, I saw bookshelves spread out identically to the 1st Floor below.
However, upon closer inspection, I noticed the books’ appearance had become somewhat more antiquated.
“Hmm.”
I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was different, but I found myself drawn to this floor.
So instead of descending again, I began exploring the 2nd Floor.
‘What exactly am I supposed to be looking for?’
Of course, I wasn’t relying solely on the subscribed channel—I was thinking continuously as well.
‘Will I just know it when I see it?’
If I had to examine each book on the shelves one by one, it would be quite troublesome.
Right now, I was simply pausing briefly to scan, and if nothing caught my eye, I’d move on.
‘No, that approach would take too long.’
Something about my current method suggested it shouldn’t work that way.
So I continued walking—scanning shelves, passing by, scanning again, moving forward.
‘Another Staircase.’
Then another Staircase appeared. I climbed it immediately this time as well.
And so I pressed onward endlessly.
* * *
The Heavenly Demon was watching Jung Han-sung.
Jung Han-sung continued to wander through the Demon Heart Pavilion.
This place called the Demon Heart Pavilion was extraordinarily peculiar. Countless secret manuals were embedded throughout it.
It wasn’t merely a matter of hundreds of volumes.
It could potentially number in the tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands. Even the Heavenly Demon didn’t know the exact count.
The Demon Heart Pavilion wasn’t created by the Heavenly Demon—rather, he had ‘discovered’ it after transcending.
In any case, one couldn’t simply choose whatever secret manual one desired from the Demon Heart Pavilion.
Walk endlessly, and walk some more, until the books themselves select the person.
That was the precise explanation of the Demon Heart Pavilion.
Yet there was one more crucial rule to it.
The higher the floor, the greater the probability of encountering precious secret manuals.
‘The 9th floor, no less.’
That was precisely why the Heavenly Demon watched Jung Han-sung with such intensity.
Jung Han-sung had reached the 9th floor.
This floor level was somewhat correlated with one’s aptitude.
The Heavenly Demon didn’t understand the exact correlation, but those without aptitude typically found books on the 1st floor, often near the entrance.
Conversely, those with exceptional aptitude frequently discovered books deep within much higher floors.
‘Until now, the highest anyone had ever ascended was the 6th floor.’
That person had been truly exceptional. Before that, the 5th floor had been the limit.
Yet Jung Han-sung had already climbed to the 9th floor, and after reaching it, he had ventured even deeper into its recesses.
‘What will he discover, I wonder.’
The Heavenly Demon observed Jung Han-sung with eyes brimming with anticipation.
How much time had passed like this?
Jung Han-sung, who seemed to walk endlessly, suddenly stopped in his tracks. Then he gazed at a particular shelf.
Thereupon, Jung Han-sung walked toward it and withdrew a single volume.
A book inscribed with the title: Heavenly Extreme Thunder Qi Divine Art.

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