The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 1

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 001
The Heavenly Supreme had died.
It was news that suddenly reached the Central Plains.
Though no one believed it at first, reality proved otherwise.
Thirty years had passed since the Celestial Demon, master of the Demonic Cult, had sparked the Righteous-Demonic War.
Yoo Cheon-gil, the Heavenly Supreme and Sword Sage who had beheaded the Celestial Demon Zhang Cheon of that era and preserved peace, had died.
Since the Martial Alliance had announced it directly, there was no choice but to believe it.
The Heavenly Supreme had simply died one day.
The cause was said to be a chronic illness he had long suffered from, and Jegal Jin, the strategist of the Martial Alliance, was said to have been at his side at the end.
Born as the third child of the Guangdong Clan, he had become a hero and prevented a blood calamity.
The light of an era thus faded into darkness, and many whose lives he had saved wept for days and nights.
And so.
More than a decade passed.

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My father once told me something.
“My son, you are the hope of our family.”
It was a phrase I heard constantly from around the time I turned ten.
Merely ten years old.
An age when I didn’t even know what lay beyond the world.
An age too young to truly understand anything, yet my father always spoke to me this way as a child.
“You are all we have.”
“No, Father. You have two other children.”
It was an incomprehensible statement.
I had an older sister and an older brother above me.
There was a firstborn son and a firstborn daughter, and moreover, I was born of a concubine.
A bastard child, in other words.
Our family was already impoverished, and I had no standing to compete for the position of family head.
Honestly, I had no desire for it anyway.
What could I possibly gain from becoming head of a family that was crumbling to ruin?
Even if ordered, I had no intention of accepting it.
“And yet you speak such words after seeing your brother?”
At my father’s angry voice, I found myself momentarily at a loss for words.
“All day he chases after women and gambles at every opportunity, squandering the family fortune! How can I call such a person my son…!”
“But Father, you did the same things in your youth, did you not?”
“…What did you say?”
My father’s gaze turned toward me at my unguarded remark.
I barely managed to escape his wrath.
Bang Cheon-ho, the notorious libertine of Yeolyeong Province—the Lecherous Swordsman.
That was my father’s long-standing epithet.
Truly… it’s a nickname that’s difficult to speak of anywhere.
What does it even mean to be a lecher?
But what’s worse is that it’s not entirely inaccurate.
Just how much of a lecher was he—I have three siblings, and all three have different mothers.
Having grown up watching such a father, how could my older brother help but become a reckless scoundrel?
Yes, that must have been it. That’s surely why Father began harboring such ridiculous expectations of me.
‘You alone can do this. You must restore our family’s honor!’
‘Father, shouldn’t you be the one doing that? You’re the family head, after all.’
‘If I could have done it, would the family have fallen to ruin?’
Bragging.
The way he declared it so confidently left me utterly speechless.
Ah, I drew the short straw with my parents.
I could only sigh.
‘I should have just pretended to be a scoundrel like my brother.’
If I’d lived recklessly like him, I wouldn’t be in this situation now.
Perhaps if I’d grown up watching only Father and my brother, I would have turned out that way.
Unfortunately, I had one problem.
‘Ah, I really wish I could reset my entire life.’
I possessed memories from my past life.
Because I had these memories, I couldn’t act like a complete fool, and somehow appearing somewhat competent, I caught Father’s eye.
Damn it all.
I should have looked more stupid. That’s my eternal regret.
When was it?
Around nine years old, I think.
When I opened my eyes, the memories of my past life came flooding back.
From what I heard, I collapsed from shock after being rejected by my childhood friend Youngsoon.
I couldn’t believe it when I first heard.
‘What kind of ridiculous reason is that?’
How intense must a nine-year-old’s affections have been to faint from rejection?
Because of that, I awakened to my past life.
And because of that, I’m in this mess now.
“You bastard! What did you just say!”
“You fool! Why are you taking out your frustration on me because Hwaseon rejected you for being inadequate!”
“You, you really…!!”
“Ah, sirs. Please calm down… I’m asking you to calm down!”
I grab and try to restrain the man causing a commotion, but it’s not easy.
As the man thrashes his arms, my body sways along with him.
It’s clear.
This man is a martial artist.
“Mr. Jang! Hwaseon said so herself? That you’re too small for her to even feel anything!”
It was genuinely none of my business.
I couldn’t care less whether this old man was well-endowed or not. I just wished he’d shut his mouth.
But seeing his face turn red, it looked like he was about to do something reckless.
“You bastard! Fine, let’s both go down!”
Crash!
Sure enough, Mr. Jang from the Real Estate Office—the one with the small manhood—couldn’t contain his rage and smashed the bottle he was holding.
This was bad.
This was dangerous.
I quickly spoke up to Mr. Jang.
“Sir! If you swing a weapon in here, you’ll really be in trouble!”
“Who are you! Get out of here!!”
Whoosh!
“Ugh!”
My body flew up from the force of Mr. Jang’s swing and went sailing backward.
Crash!
“Cough!”
I knocked over a table and created complete chaos.
“Oh no!”
The waitress let out a shriek when she saw what happened.
She rushed toward me, so I quickly raised my hand to stop her.
“I’m fine! Please don’t come over—”
“Oh my god! That was the innkeeper’s precious wine cup!!”
….
Ha. Such is life.
I got up with an awkward expression.
Then the waitress, who had been moving chairs behind me, spoke to me with tears in her eyes.
“Young master! Please resolve this quickly! If the innkeeper comes back, I’m done for!”
As if I wanted this either.
‘What am I supposed to do when that old man is swinging a bottle around like a madman?’
Worse, he was a martial artist.
The report said he was just an ordinary person.
‘Ordinary person my ass. How could anyone look at that and call him ordinary?’
Throwing a perfectly healthy man across the room with one swing?
That was impossible unless he was a martial artist with an awakened dantian.
‘Damn it, when is backup supposed to arrive?’
Everyone else was busy, so they sent only me, and now look at this mess.
“Don’t come near me!”
“Eek!”
The broken bottle swung through the air as the chaos escalated.
“Sigh.”
I finally let out a sigh as I watched the scene unfold.
At the same time.
Clang—! I grasped the sword at my waist.
I had no choice.
“Stop moving.”
The man froze at the intensity of my voice.
“What?”
“Sir. If you move any further, I won’t be able to help myself.”
The enraged Mr. Jang glared at me, his face contorted with fury.
In that moment, I saw him about to explode in anger, but then his eyes caught sight of my blade, and he flinched slightly.
Good.
It works.
“I was trying to be lenient, but if you keep this up, I’ll sever your arm along with it.”
“….”
At my chilling warning, Mr. Jang finally seemed to listen—
Whoosh—! Crash—!
“Ugh!”
Or so I thought, but a wine bottle suddenly flew at my head.
The embarrassing part was that I tried to cut it down and failed, getting hit instead.
“What the hell, you little brat!!”
The enraged Mr. Jang finally lost his temper and charged toward me.
Just as I was about to tighten my grip on my sword to mount some defense.
Whoosh—!
Someone moved with blinding speed, blocking my vision.
Then, spinning their body around, they kicked Mr. Jang square in the face.
Smack—!
“Gack!”
Crash—!
His heavy body crumpled to the ground.
Shing.
With a chilling sound, a blade’s edge pressed against his throat.
A figure had already thrust their sword to Mr. Jang’s neck.
“Don’t move.”
A sharp, crystalline voice echoed through the inn.
“Move, and I’ll kill you.”
“…!”
Even I felt chills run down my spine at that voice.
Mr. Jang, who had been causing a commotion moments before, went rigid at those words.
Of course, I was no different.
‘…That’s absolutely terrifying.’
Could there be another voice as frigid as that?
Sensing it, I could identify who that young man was.
After all, there were only two people in this neighborhood with such a distinguished face—how could I not recognize him?
One was that bastard.
The other was me.
“….”
While I stared at the situation with wide eyes.
The gaze of the one who had subdued Mr. Jang now turned toward me.
As our eyes met, I nearly averted my gaze without thinking.
His eyes were so cold they seemed sharp enough to cut.
Then.
“What are you doing?”
“…Yes?”
That frigid voice poured down upon me.
“Are you just going to stand there?”
“Ah.”
Only after hearing those words did my mind snap back into focus. I hurriedly moved into action.
I pulled the shackles from my pouch and fastened them around Mr. Jang’s wrists.
Clank.
“Ugh….”
Subdued, a groan escaped Mr. Jang’s lips.
“I… I should have killed those bastards….”
Setting aside Mr. Jang’s words.
The arrest was successful, so there was something I needed to say first.
“Yes…. You don’t have the right to remain silent, and well… it seems unlikely you would anyway, but if you have any family members you’d like to contact….”
As I continued muttering.
“The Lust Demon Jang Sochul. Subdued.”
“Huh? What?”
I lifted my head sharply at what the young man had said.
Lust… what?
I turned my bewildered gaze around the surroundings.
Something felt off about this situation.
Turning around, I saw that several figures had already entered the inn.
Blue martial robes with their distinctive embroidery.
Seeing people dressed the same as me, I grimaced.
Among them, the man at the front smiled at the young man.
“Yeon Disciple. Excellent work. Your handling of this was flawless.”
The words flowed out with an oily smoothness.
Hearing this, I asked the man.
“Daeju… What is going on here?”
At my words, the man stares at me.
Unlike when he looked at the young man, his gaze is filled with contempt.
“Tsk.”
The man clicks his tongue sharply at me before continuing.
“What situation? It was an operation.”
“…An operation?”
“That’s right, an operation. A search operation to capture the Lustful Demon. You did well enough, actually. Thanks to you, we were able to catch the Lustful Demon. Of course, most of the credit belongs to the Yeon Disciple, but still.”
“That’s complete nonsense—”
“By the way, are you alright? You seem to be bleeding quite heavily?”
“Pardon?”
At Daeju’s words, I wiped my forehead with my hand.
When I checked, my palm was stained crimson.
It was all blood.
“…Heh, what a mess.”
The moment I realized it, dizziness struck me like a phantom, and I collapsed right there.
Born of the Yeolyeongbangga Clan, direct bloodline of the family head—Bangseong-yeon. Eighteen years old.
Currently serving as a low-ranking disciple in the Murim Alliance Anhui Branch.
Today was another utterly miserable day.

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