Jinwoo’s shout reached all the Hunters’ ears .

    “!”

    “Instruments?!”

    Hope returned to their eyes . Unlike the time where Jinwoo asked them to bow, the Hunters this time did not hesitate to respond . Of course, if Jinwoo was wrong on his guess, they would be massacred when they approached the statues . But in this moment, there was not one Hunter who remained suspicious of Jinwoo’s directions .

    Mr . Song was the first to arrive at a statue holding an instrument .

    “…”

    Holding his breath, Mr . Song slowly looked up at the statue . As if responding, the statue’s fingers moved, and it started playing the harp in its hands .

    It was a beautiful sound .

    “He was right!”

    “Move to the statues with instruments!”

    Each Hunter, with renewed hope, ran towards the various statues holding instruments .

    Trumpets, flutes, lyres . Soon, the harmonious melody of different instruments filled the entire temple .

    Mr . Kim, who had been running until his breath ran out, collapsed and knelt before a statue holding a mandolin .

    strum~ strum~

    As the mandolin’s melody rang through the air, the Statue of God that was chasing Mr . Kim slowed to a stop . Unable to hold his emotions back, Mr . Kim burst into tears where he knelt .

    “Uwaaaaah-“

    And the Statue of God turned away from him . Scanning the rest of the temple, it found its new target .

    “Shit!”

    Meeting its eyes, Jinwoo cursed . And he started running, his heart beating like it was about to explode . His sweating back was soaked .

    ‘Why! Why is this one not playing?!’

    Jinwoo glared at the statue he had arrived at with resentment . Holding drums in its hands, its silent figure made no indication that it would play its instrument .

    BOOM!

    BOOM!

    BOOM!

    With terrifying speed, the Statue of God closed the gap between them . As the Statue, which had been at the opposite end of the room only moments ago, neared them, Jinwoo gulped .

    ‘Is it because Juhee and I are both here at the same time?’

    That must’ve been the answer . As he looked around, no other Hunter had trouble with their statues .

    ‘I don’t have time to think about this,’

    He put down Juhee and prepared to run to a different spot .

    “Jinwoo…”

    A terrified Juhee held onto his sleeves . Jinwoo calmly whispered into her ears,

    “We’ll both die if I stay . ”

    As he saw tears forming at the corners of her eyes, Jinwoo knew that there was no time to explain . He gently pulled away her shaking hands from his sleeves, then ran with all his might towards another statue .

    *Ba-Bum* *Ba-Bum* *Ba-Bum*

    He heard the beat of the drum starting from behind him as he ran .

    ‘Thank god . ’

    There was only one thing left . To safely make it to another statue!

    Jinwoo was now the only one who had not made it to the protection of statues holding instruments . Accordingly, the complete rage of the Statue of God was now focused solely on him . Jinwoo ran away from the crashing footsteps of his chaser and sped across the room .

    BOOM!

    BOOM!

    As he barely dodged and rolled away from the Statue’s stomps, his panting became heavier and heavier . Although he was the lowest of the E-rank Hunters, as a Fighter-class Hunter, his body offered what little help it could in this situation .

    ‘Just a little bit more!’

    Taking notice of the Statue of God’s footsteps closing in on him, he focused and strengthened his legs . His speed increased . There was but a few steps until he reached his target statue .

    “NO, NOT THAT WAY!”

    Mr . Song had shouted at him .

    Having focused on the Statue of God’s movements until now, Jinwoo turned his attention to the statue he had arrived at .

    “Ah!”

    ‘It’s not holding an instrument!’

    He now realized what appeared to be an instrument in the statue’s hands was actually a shield . Without mercy, the statue raised and brought down the shield in its hands .

    “Uwah!”

    Jinwoo threw his body to the side .

    “Kiyaah!”

    Juhee screamed .

    As he rolled across on the floor, he looked up . The Statue of God was almost upon him .

    “Out of the frying pan…”

    His tumble on the ground had opened a cut on his forehead . Blood flowed down to his eyes, obscuring his vision . Jinwoo rapidly looked left and right .

    ‘Instrument, instrument…’

    But no instrument registered in his eyes .

    The Statue of God raised its foot .

    “Shit!”

    BOOM!

    Jinwoo barely evaded the stomp by throwing his body to the side . But he was reaching his limits . Feeling faint, he found it hard to maintain balance for some reason .

    ‘Please…’

    If there was a God, he wanted to pray to it . In that moment, Jinwoo noticed a statue that was neither holding a weapon nor an instrument .

    ‘That’s!’

    He crawled with last vestiges of his strength, placing his hopes on the statue . With a final twist of his body, he threw himself at the feet of the statue with a book in its hands . Facing the Statue of God that was heading toward him, he realized he had no strength left to move . Panting heavily, he looked at the face of the Statue of God . As if made worse by his persistent resistance, the anger in the face that looked down upon Jinwoo was greatly magnified .

    It stopped before Jinwoo .

    Faced with a giant as tall as a building, Jinwoo struggled to breathe .

    ‘Guess I’m a cornered rat…’

    The Statue of God simply continued to stare .

    ‘This is the end…’

    Certain of his impending doom, Jinwoo saw his death in the eyes that were looking down at him .

    In that moment, he heard a beautiful and melodious singing coming from behind him . With effort, he turned and looked at its source . The statue that he was resting on was now singing with a holy voice; its sound echoing throughout the temple . Looking back, Jinwoo saw the Statue of God’s face starting to relax . The traces of its demonic rage disappeared as the Statue’s face returned to its original emotionless visage .

    As the statues’ music ended, the Statue of God turned and returned to its seat, appearing as if nothing had happened .

    BOOM!

    The sound of the giant sitting down rang throughout the temple .

    “Hah . . . Hah . . . Are… we… safe…?”

    Jinwoo faintly smiled through his heavy breaths .

    Juhee quickly ran to him,

    “Jinwoo!”

    Having reached him after running with all her might, Juhee collapsed next to him in tears .

    “Oh my god… oh my god…”

    She used all the mana at her disposal and tried every healing magic she knew . But it had no effect .

    One by one, the scattered Hunters gathered before Jinwoo . Their expressions equally dark .

    “Oh no… Jinwoo . . . ”

    Amidst their pitying looks and words, Juhee cried without ceasing .

    ‘Why are they looking at me like that?‘

    Jinwoo wanted to ask, but he lacked the energy to speak . So, he tried to gather his strength and stand up .

    “…?”

    A pool of blood had gathered where he was sitting . Jinwoo finally was able to understand the situation he was in .

    “Ah…”

    His right leg had disappeared below the knees .

    He looked across the room to the statue holding a shield . The base of the shield was covered in blood .

    His missing leg below it .

    He turned and saw blood dripping down from Juhee’s nose . Her body had reached its limits . A B-rank Hunter’s healing was insufficient for the regeneration of a body part . Yet she continued, her efforts like collecting water with a broken pitcher . And as she continued, both her mana and vitality quickly decreased .

    “It’s okay, Juhee . You can stop now…”

    “No! I can heal this! I’ll heal you!”

    The Hunters watched the pair with pity .

    Of the 17 that had entered, only 6 remained .

    Of the 6 remaining, 2 had received a seriously injury .

    Mr . Song and his arm, and now Jinwoo with his leg .

    Although their lives were saved, no one could put on a smile .

    Suddenly, a thundering noise rang throughout the temple .

    At its center, the ground with the magic circle inscribed upon it started rising, forming an platform .

    Jinwoo realized the final trial had arrived .

    ‘Prove your Faith…’

    He had already been contemplating its meaning .

    -5 . The Final Trial-

    The rising ground stopped at waist height .

    “An altar…”

    Jinwoo absent-mindedly spoke to himself .

    ‘An altar?’

    ‘Did he just say an altar?’

    The man who had saved their lives not once but twice; Jinwoo was not a high leveled Awakened Being[1], but a lowly E-rank Hunter that they looked down on in the past .

    ‘If it wasn’t for Mr . Sung, we would be…’

    The Hunters’ thoughts were in union . Jinwoo’s words up until now were a lifeline to them . And now this man had uttered the words, “altar” . The quick-witted Mr . Kim was the first to speak,

    “I think I understand . ”

    He unsheathed the sword at his waist . Normally a weapon to be used in slaying magic beasts, its purpose this time was different .

    “Even an idiot like me can understand what you mean by ‘altar’ . ”

    The Hunters looked at Mr . Kim’s drawn sword, gleaming with sharpness, and gulped .

    “Hey, Mr . Kim! Why are you taking that out now?”

    “Let’s talk about this, talk!”

    Mr . Song’s C-rank was the highest in the party . With him out of commission, there was no one else in the party would could match Mr . Kim, whose skill shone even amongst the other D-rankers .

    Mr . Kim pointed his sword at the altar .

    “The last Commandment was, ‘Prove your Faith’, and now this altar appeared in the middle of the room . ”

    Mr . Kim’s gaze shifted to Jinwoo,

    “We have to sacrifice someone at the altar, right, Mr . Sung?”

    Jinwoo nodded . It was his guess as well . One of the living 6 had to become a sacrifice .

    ‘That’s probably the last rule…’

    As he raised his head, he saw Mr . Kim approaching him with a strange look in his eyes . A streak of sweat fell down the side of Jinwoo’s head .

    “Ahjussi… what are you going to-”

    “Just sit there quietly!”

    Mr . Kim pointed his sword at Mr . Song, who had been sitting next to Jinwoo looking over his injuries .

    “Who is the one who dragged us all here? It’s Mr . Song right here! Then shouldn’t he be the one to pay the price for all this?!”

    “Ahjussi!”

    Jinwoo yelled and tried to get up, but Mr . Song’s hands stopped him . Jinwoo turned and look at the man .

    “ . . . ”

    Mr . Song shook his head without a word . His eyes begged Jinwoo to stay quiet . Jinwoo wanted to say something, but swallowed his words . Mr . Song slowly got up .

    “Mr . Kim is right . I have to take responsibility . ”

    “Then we’re in agreement, old man . ”

    Mr . Kim gestured towards the altar with his sword .

    “If you’re in, then let’s hurry up . 11 people died because of you . ”

    Translator’s Notes:

    [1]: “Awakening Being” (???; gak-sung-ja): “to awaken” gak-sung + “person” ja a person who had underwent Awakening . All Hunters are Awakened Beings . Not all Awakened Beings work as Hunters .

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    .

    Jinwoo’s shout reached all the Hunters’ ears . .

    .

    “!”.

    .

    “Instruments?!”.

    .

    Hope returned to their eyes . Unlike the time where Jinwoo asked them to bow, the Hunters this time did not hesitate to respond . Of course, if Jinwoo was wrong on his guess, they would be massacred when they approached the statues . But in this moment, there was not one Hunter who remained suspicious of Jinwoo’s directions . .

    .

    Mr . Song was the first to arrive at a statue holding an instrument . .

    .

    “…”.

    .

    Holding his breath, Mr . Song slowly looked up at the statue . As if responding, the statue’s fingers moved, and it started playing the harp in its hands . .

    .

    It was a beautiful sound . .

    .

    “He was right!”.

    .

    “Move to the statues with instruments!”.

    .

    Each Hunter, with renewed hope, ran towards the various statues holding instruments . .

    .

    Trumpets, flutes, lyres . Soon, the harmonious melody of different instruments filled the entire temple . .

    .

    Mr . Kim, who had been running until his breath ran out, collapsed and knelt before a statue holding a mandolin . .

    .

    strum~ strum~.

    .

    As the mandolin’s melody rang through the air, the Statue of God that was chasing Mr . Kim slowed to a stop . Unable to hold his emotions back, Mr . Kim burst into tears where he knelt . .

    .

    “Uwaaaaah-“.

    .

    And the Statue of God turned away from him . Scanning the rest of the temple, it found its new target . .

    .

    “Shit!”.

    .

    Meeting its eyes, Jinwoo cursed . And he started running, his heart beating like it was about to explode . His sweating back was soaked . .

    .

    ‘Why! Why is this one not playing?!’.

    .

    Jinwoo glared at the statue he had arrived at with resentment . Holding drums in its hands, its silent figure made no indication that it would play its instrument . .

    .

    BOOM!.

    .

    BOOM!.

    .

    BOOM!.

    .

    With terrifying speed, the Statue of God closed the gap between them . As the Statue, which had been at the opposite end of the room only moments ago, neared them, Jinwoo gulped . .

    .

    ‘Is it because Juhee and I are both here at the same time?’.

    .

    That must’ve been the answer . As he looked around, no other Hunter had trouble with their statues . .

    .

    ‘I don’t have time to think about this,’.

    .

    He put down Juhee and prepared to run to a different spot . .

    .

    “Jinwoo…”.

    .

    A terrified Juhee held onto his sleeves . Jinwoo calmly whispered into her ears,.

    .

    “We’ll both die if I stay . ”.

    .

    As he saw tears forming at the corners of her eyes, Jinwoo knew that there was no time to explain . He gently pulled away her shaking hands from his sleeves, then ran with all his might towards another statue . .

    .

    *Ba-Bum* *Ba-Bum* *Ba-Bum*.

    .

    He heard the beat of the drum starting from behind him as he ran . .

    .

    ‘Thank god . ’.

    .

    There was only one thing left . To safely make it to another statue!.

    .

    Jinwoo was now the only one who had not made it to the protection of statues holding instruments . Accordingly, the complete rage of the Statue of God was now focused solely on him . Jinwoo ran away from the crashing footsteps of his chaser and sped across the room . .

    .

    BOOM!.

    .

    BOOM!.

    .

    As he barely dodged and rolled away from the Statue’s stomps, his panting became heavier and heavier . Although he was the lowest of the E-rank Hunters, as a Fighter-class Hunter, his body offered what little help it could in this situation . .

    .

    ‘Just a little bit more!’.

    .

    Taking notice of the Statue of God’s footsteps closing in on him, he focused and strengthened his legs . His speed increased . There was but a few steps until he reached his target statue . .

    .

    “NO, NOT THAT WAY!”.

    .

    Mr . Song had shouted at him . .

    .

    Having focused on the Statue of God’s movements until now, Jinwoo turned his attention to the statue he had arrived at . .

    .

    “Ah!”.

    .

    ‘It’s not holding an instrument!’.

    .

    He now realized what appeared to be an instrument in the statue’s hands was actually a shield . Without mercy, the statue raised and brought down the shield in its hands . .

    .

    “Uwah!”.

    .

    Jinwoo threw his body to the side . .

    .

    “Kiyaah!”.

    .

    Juhee screamed . .

    .

    As he rolled across on the floor, he looked up . The Statue of God was almost upon him . .

    .

    “Out of the frying pan…”.

    .

    His tumble on the ground had opened a cut on his forehead . Blood flowed down to his eyes, obscuring his vision . Jinwoo rapidly looked left and right . .

    .

    ‘Instrument, instrument…’.

    .

    But no instrument registered in his eyes . .

    .

    The Statue of God raised its foot . .

    .

    “Shit!”.

    .

    BOOM!.

    .

    Jinwoo barely evaded the stomp by throwing his body to the side . But he was reaching his limits . Feeling faint, he found it hard to maintain balance for some reason . .

    .

    ‘Please…’.

    .

    If there was a God, he wanted to pray to it . In that moment, Jinwoo noticed a statue that was neither holding a weapon nor an instrument . .

    .

    ‘That’s!’.

    .

    He crawled with last vestiges of his strength, placing his hopes on the statue . With a final twist of his body, he threw himself at the feet of the statue with a book in its hands . Facing the Statue of God that was heading toward him, he realized he had no strength left to move . Panting heavily, he looked at the face of the Statue of God . As if made worse by his persistent resistance, the anger in the face that looked down upon Jinwoo was greatly magnified . .

    .

    It stopped before Jinwoo . .

    .

    Faced with a giant as tall as a building, Jinwoo struggled to breathe . .

    .

    ‘Guess I’m a cornered rat…’.

    .

    The Statue of God simply continued to stare . .

    .

    ‘This is the end…’.

    .

    Certain of his impending doom, Jinwoo saw his death in the eyes that were looking down at him . .

    .

    In that moment, he heard a beautiful and melodious singing coming from behind him . With effort, he turned and looked at its source . The statue that he was resting on was now singing with a holy voice; its sound echoing throughout the temple . Looking back, Jinwoo saw the Statue of God’s face starting to relax . The traces of its demonic rage disappeared as the Statue’s face returned to its original emotionless visage . .

    .

    As the statues’ music ended, the Statue of God turned and returned to its seat, appearing as if nothing had happened . .

    .

    BOOM!.

    .

    The sound of the giant sitting down rang throughout the temple . .

    .

    “Hah . Hah . Are… we… safe…?”.

    .

    Jinwoo faintly smiled through his heavy breaths . .

    .

    Juhee quickly ran to him,.

    .

    “Jinwoo!”.

    .

    Having reached him after running with all her might, Juhee collapsed next to him in tears . .

    .

    “Oh my god… oh my god…”.

    .

    She used all the mana at her disposal and tried every healing magic she knew . But it had no effect . .

    .

    One by one, the scattered Hunters gathered before Jinwoo . Their expressions equally dark . .

    .

    “Oh no… Jinwoo . ”.

    .

    Amidst their pitying looks and words, Juhee cried without ceasing . .

    .

    ‘Why are they looking at me like that?‘.

    .

    Jinwoo wanted to ask, but he lacked the energy to speak . So, he tried to gather his strength and stand up . .

    .

    “…?”.

    .

    A pool of blood had gathered where he was sitting . Jinwoo finally was able to understand the situation he was in . .

    .

    “Ah…”.

    .

    His right leg had disappeared below the knees . .

    .

    He looked across the room to the statue holding a shield . The base of the shield was covered in blood . .

    .

    His missing leg below it . .

    .

    He turned and saw blood dripping down from Juhee’s nose . Her body had reached its limits . A B-rank Hunter’s healing was insufficient for the regeneration of a body part . Yet she continued, her efforts like collecting water with a broken pitcher . And as she continued, both her mana and vitality quickly decreased . .

    .

    “It’s okay, Juhee . You can stop now…”.

    .

    “No! I can heal this! I’ll heal you!”.

    .

    The Hunters watched the pair with pity . .

    .

    Of the 17 that had entered, only 6 remained . .

    .

    Of the 6 remaining, 2 had received a seriously injury . .

    .

    Mr . Song and his arm, and now Jinwoo with his leg . .

    .

    Although their lives were saved, no one could put on a smile . .

    .

    Suddenly, a thundering noise rang throughout the temple . .

    .

    At its center, the ground with the magic circle inscribed upon it started rising, forming an platform . .

    .

    Jinwoo realized the final trial had arrived . .

    .

    ‘Prove your Faith…’.

    .

    He had already been contemplating its meaning . .

    -5 . The Final Trial-.

    .

    The rising ground stopped at waist height . .

    .

    “An altar…”.

    .

    Jinwoo absent-mindedly spoke to himself . .

    .

    ‘An altar?’.

    .

    ‘Did he just say an altar?’.

    .

    The man who had saved their lives not once but twice; Jinwoo was not a high leveled Awakened Being[1], but a lowly E-rank Hunter that they looked down on in the past . .

    .

    ‘If it wasn’t for Mr . Sung, we would be…’.

    .

    The Hunters’ thoughts were in union . Jinwoo’s words up until now were a lifeline to them . And now this man had uttered the words, “altar” . The quick-witted Mr . Kim was the first to speak,.

    .

    “I think I understand . ”.

    .

    He unsheathed the sword at his waist . Normally a weapon to be used in slaying magic beasts, its purpose this time was different . .

    .

    “Even an idiot like me can understand what you mean by ‘altar’ . ”.

    .

    The Hunters looked at Mr . Kim’s drawn sword, gleaming with sharpness, and gulped . .

    .

    “Hey, Mr . Kim! Why are you taking that out now?”.

    .

    “Let’s talk about this, talk!”.

    .

    Mr . Song’s C-rank was the highest in the party . With him out of commission, there was no one else in the party would could match Mr . Kim, whose skill shone even amongst the other D-rankers . .

    .

    Mr . Kim pointed his sword at the altar . .

    .

    “The last Commandment was, ‘Prove your Faith’, and now this altar appeared in the middle of the room . ”.

    .

    Mr . Kim’s gaze shifted to Jinwoo,.

    .

    “We have to sacrifice someone at the altar, right, Mr . Sung?”.

    .

    Jinwoo nodded . It was his guess as well . One of the living 6 had to become a sacrifice . .

    .

    ‘That’s probably the last rule…’.

    .

    As he raised his head, he saw Mr . Kim approaching him with a strange look in his eyes . A streak of sweat fell down the side of Jinwoo’s head . .

    .

    “Ahjussi… what are you going to-”.

    .

    “Just sit there quietly!”.

    .

    Mr . Kim pointed his sword at Mr . Song, who had been sitting next to Jinwoo looking over his injuries . .

    .

    “Who is the one who dragged us all here? It’s Mr . Song right here! Then shouldn’t he be the one to pay the price for all this?!”.

    .

    “Ahjussi!”.

    .

    Jinwoo yelled and tried to get up, but Mr . Song’s hands stopped him . Jinwoo turned and look at the man . .

    .

    “ . ”.

    .

    Mr . Song shook his head without a word . His eyes begged Jinwoo to stay quiet . Jinwoo wanted to say something, but swallowed his words . Mr . Song slowly got up . .

    .

    “Mr . Kim is right . I have to take responsibility . ”.

    .

    “Then we’re in agreement, old man . ”.

    .

    Mr . Kim gestured towards the altar with his sword . .

    .

    “If you’re in, then let’s hurry up . 11 people died because of you . ”.

    .

    .

    Translator’s Notes:.

    [1]: “Awakening Being” (???; gak-sung-ja): “to awaken” gak-sung + “person” ja a person who had underwent Awakening . All Hunters are Awakened Beings . Not all Awakened Beings work as Hunters . .