I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 75

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#Episode 75.
Onyx’s curiosity seemed to have been piqued, and he posed another question.
―Why start there? Is there something particularly suspicious about it?
“It’s the closest place.”
―Ah.
Faced with such a straightforward answer, Onyx fell silent for a moment.
In the meantime, I manipulated the terminal device in my hand, testing its various functions.
‘It’s similar to a smartphone, but there are quite a few subtle differences.’
The most glaring difference was the absence of the internet.
Or rather, to be precise, I could access a few bookmarked pages, but that was the extent of it.
There was no way to freely search for anything. Most of the registered pages were shopping sites anyway.
Another difference was that this terminal had a small cable-like attachment built in, presumably to connect it to the body.
It was a function entirely useless to me.
‘This probably isn’t everything.’
There seemed to be quite a lot of features, but the only ones I could actually use right now were checking the time, making calls, and accessing the map function.
These couldn’t be all the features available, yet there weren’t many apps installed.
It appeared that everything had been wiped clean except for a few bookmarked sites.
‘I think I saw a site related to terminals earlier.’
I made a mental note to check that later, then opened the map again and headed toward Rustbone’s headquarters.
―This place looks far more menacing than the area we visited last time.
After some time had passed, I arrived at the streets that Onyx had described—indeed, they looked quite menacing.
Brickline’s atmosphere wasn’t pleasant either, but this place was worse.
The ground was littered with people whose eyes had glazed over, drooling profusely, so numerous you could trip over them. Everyone walking the streets had an unusual appearance.
They all looked like porcupines with their quills bristling.
The atmosphere suggested that a mere brush of shoulders would result in a blade rather than an apology.
‘It should be around here.’
But I paid it no mind.
Before my Awakening or in its early stages, perhaps—but I had come far too far by now to be intimidated by such things.
How could this hostile atmosphere compare to being surrounded by monsters with gleaming eyes intent on slaughter?
I walked through the streets with composure and soon arrived near my destination.
―Is it that one?
“Seems like it.”
I answered Onyx’s question while looking toward one side.
There stood a large warehouse-like building.
It had no signage, but its appearance matched what I had heard about.
Rather than approaching hastily, I slowly circled the building.
When I reached the rear of the structure, I spotted several people crouching.
They all had portions of their bodies made of metal, and each bore a tattoo on their shoulder of two long bones crossed over each other.
‘Found the right place.’
That tattoo marked them as members of Rustbone.
I glanced over them, then turned and rounded the corner. I had no intention of clashing with them unnecessarily.
My mission wasn’t to wipe out the gang or anything like that—it was to obtain clues about the Atlas Frame.
―Wasn’t the plan to just sweep them all out and extract information?
Onyx asked as if he’d read my true intentions.
I pulled up the subscription window before my eyes and answered.
“Why would I do something so crude?”
―Then?
“I’ll slip in quietly and extract only the information I need.”
As I said this, I immediately subscribed to the channel.
[Subscribing to ‘Shadow Concealment Art Perfected: Silent Infiltration Technique’ with a Silver Ticket]
[Subscription duration: 40 minutes]
The moment I subscribed to the new channel, my presence began to fade.
Just then, several men rounded the corner and appeared, looking around the area.
They were the ones I’d encountered behind the building earlier.
“What? Where’d he go?”
“Did he escape?”
They were searching for me.
They’d grown suspicious when they saw me turn away after observing them.
‘The effect is definitely real.’
I pressed myself against the wall beside me and watched them with a slight smirk.
They stood right in front of me yet couldn’t sense my existence at all. This was the effect of the newly subscribed shadow concealment art.
I left them behind, examined the wall, then pushed off hard against the ground.
Normally there would have been sound, but despite leaping to a considerable height, I made no noise whatsoever.
‘That window should work.’
I soon spotted a window on one side of the wall and approached it.
Fortunately, the window slid open smoothly with just a bit of force.
Once inside the building, I first surveyed the surroundings thoroughly.
‘It’s spacious.’
The interior of the building was just as vast as it had appeared from outside.
I was currently at a railing attached to the second floor, and stepping slightly forward, I could see the first floor clearly.
Piles of scrap metal and waste materials were stacked high there.
Rustbone fundamentally deals in such scrap metal.
However, that doesn’t mean one should underestimate them.
‘These scraps may look worthless, but each piece is money.’
Premium equipment that shouldn’t be discarded, cutting-edge gear that shouldn’t leak out—all sorts of things.
Such items would be mixed in among the waste.
If they were genuinely and diligently collecting scrap metal for recycling, they’d be a legitimate business, not a gang.
‘Let me see.’
I tore my gaze from the metal piles and surveyed the interior more comprehensively.
Then something caught my eye.
It was an office on one side of the 2nd Floor.
With eyes narrowed, I scanned the office and its surroundings before moving toward it.
As I drew closer, the interior of the office came into view.
Inside was a notably large Male Ranker who appeared to be muttering to himself about something.
‘Is he on a phone call?’
With eyes still narrowed, I moved closer.
It didn’t seem to have any soundproofing, so when I pressed near the window, his voice came through clearly.
“Didn’t I already tell you? We’ve never even seen it. If we had it in our hands, we would’ve contacted you first.”
The conversation seemed decidedly suspicious.
“Yes! Let’s join hands! You’ve been saying that from the beginning! The fact that the Barmek Defense bastards are still scouring the streets with bloodshot eyes means they definitely haven’t found its whereabouts!”
I perked up at a single word that escaped the massive man’s lips.
Barmek Defense.
According to the information I’d gathered since arriving here, Barmek Defense was a major corporation leading the field in cybernetic equipment.
And simultaneously, it was also the company that manufactured the Atlas Frame—the target of this mission.
If Barmek Defense was scouring the streets with such desperation, there could be only one reason.
They were searching for the Atlas Frame.
“Do I have a reliable source? Would I have contacted you without one? I have a very solid source. What is it? Did you get a hole in your brain? Am I insane enough to tell you that right now?”
The man’s expression twisted sharply as he shouted in anger.
“Stop the bullshit and come to Ahomet by 2 PM if you’re interested. Yeah. Thirty minutes from now. If you’re late, I’ll assume you’re not interested and deal with the Chakra people instead.”
After saying just that much, he squinted one eye.
‘He ended the call.’
That seemed to be the case. He wasn’t saying anything more.
He stared into empty space for a moment, then grabbed his coat and headed outside.
At that point, I checked the time. 1:32 PM. Exactly 28 minutes remained until the time he’d mentioned.
‘Where is Ahomet?’
It seemed I’d need to go there to extract information.
Just as I was about to slip out of the building.
Whoosh—
I saw someone vault through a window ahead of me.
I stopped and observed the figure.
Not quite as skilled at concealing presence as I was, but this person seemed quite adept at it nonetheless.
And strangely, it was difficult to focus on them. It felt as though something was constantly wavering.
But when I concentrated with mana-infused eyes, that sensation quickly faded.
The figure glanced around before approaching the office discreetly.
Whoosh—
The office door then opened.
Watching this unfold, I found myself conflicted for a moment.
I didn’t know where Ahomet was, but I couldn’t afford to waste much time. I needed to leave immediately to check that location.
However…
After a brief moment of deliberation, I decided to observe the masked figure rummaging through the office.
I had a feeling I shouldn’t underestimate this person.
He rummaged through the office for a while before approaching what looked like a laptop placed to one side, extracting a thin wire-like object from his temple and connecting it there.
Whoosh—.
About ten minutes later, I saw him exit the office and head toward the window he’d entered through.
Jung Han-sung pursued without hesitation.
Once outside the building, the masked figure bolted into an alley on the opposite side, as if he’d already planned his route.
Jung Han-sung gave chase, and when they reached a sparsely populated area.
Thud!
Jung Han-sung kicked off the ground and lunged at the masked figure who was rushing somewhere.
At that moment, the masked figure seemed to sense something belatedly, his head whipping around.
Crack!
“Ugh!”
But it was too late.
Jung Han-sung had already seized his throat.
His eyes widened in panic—he clearly hadn’t expected a sudden ambush.
“Move and I’ll break your neck.”
Jung Han-sung delivered the warning in a low voice.
The masked figure, who had been subtly reaching toward his waist, froze.
“Don’t twitch a finger. Whatever you do, I’ll tighten my grip before you can react.”
The masked figure’s eyes grew turbulent.
He was calculating his options in his mind. Not that it mattered.
I was confident I could neutralize him before he could execute any of them, just as I’d warned.
“Why did you sneak in?”
No answer came. I increased the pressure on his throat, but he showed no sign of opening his mouth.
Jung Han-sung furrowed his brow, wondering how to make him talk.
‘I should probably resubscribe to the Detective’s Eye after all.’
And just as I was thinking I should subscribe to another channel as well.
[The First Witch extends a ‘Special Offer’ to you]
The First Witch. In other words, Lilith’s offer appeared before my eyes.
‘…Is she watching me constantly or something?’
The timing seemed far too convenient to be coincidence.
But it was an offer I couldn’t entirely ignore either.
The ability Lilith offered as a special proposal was called ‘Mystic Eye’—a skill perfectly suited to the current situation.
Moreover, it was an offer to use an ability that would normally only last ten minutes even with a Gold Ticket, now available with a Silver Ticket.
In the end, Jung Han-sung made his decision after deliberation.
‘I’ll accept it.’
At that moment.
Messages flooded across my vision. All from Lilith.
The contents were… well, an excellent choice, wonderful, I knew you’d come through—that sort of thing.
In any case, a message soon appeared confirming that I was accepting the special offer by consuming a Silver Ticket.
Crack!
The moment the ability took effect.
Jung Han-sung’s eyes blazed crimson. And in that same instant, the opponent whose throat he’d been gripping suddenly threw his arm upward.
He’d been waiting for an opening all along, seizing the moment when Jung Han-sung’s attention wavered to launch a surprise attack.
“Stop.”
But the instant Jung Han-sung spoke.
That body froze in place. It wasn’t merely the threat that held him.
The moment he heard that voice, he could not refuse it.
“What is your name?”
“…Akasha.”
His tightly sealed lips opened without resistance.

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