The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 103

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 103
I lifted my heavy eyelids and slowly opened my eyes.
A wooden ceiling came into view.
An unfamiliar ceiling.
That was my first impression upon waking.
“…Mm.”
What is that? After a moment of contemplation, I tried to sit up—
Crack—!
“—!!”
The moment I rose, an overwhelming pain surged through my body.
It hurt so badly I couldn’t even curse. For an instant, I nearly lost consciousness from the agony.
I barely endured it, raising only my upper body.
Even that much made my entire frame throb and tear.
Especially my right arm. The sensation in my right arm was almost completely gone.
When I looked to see why—
‘Huh?’
Bandages were wrapped around me. I felt across my entire body with my left hand. Not just my right arm, but my head and torso were also wrapped in bandages.
I’d wondered why my body ached so much, but this was the reason?
Why am I in this state?
As I pondered that, my eyes widened.
‘Ah.’
Palduyeok.
And Pacheongung.
The events that occurred in Sichuan came flooding back. Recognizing this, I staggered to my feet completely.
‘What happened?’
How did things unfold? If I’ve regained consciousness here, does that mean the matter was resolved?
I swallowed hard as I recalled my final memories.
‘I killed Palduyeok.’
Yoo Cheon-gil, using my body, had employed the Sword Saint technique to kill Palduyeok.
And immediately after, it seemed the imprisoned Dokuou had escaped?
‘And then.’
What happened after that? It seemed I lost consciousness from that point onward.
‘Where is Yoo Cheon-gil?’
Where had the old men gone? At the time, both Dokjon and Yoo Cheon-gil should have been there, so I tried to look for them, but neither was visible.
‘Where am I?’
At least it didn’t seem to be the room I’d been in before. I was glancing around to examine my surroundings when—
Click—!
The door beside me opened and someone entered.
Our eyes met. Upon confirming I’d awakened, the other person trembled with a start.
It was Dang Yeeran.
“B-Bang Disciple.”
“Ah, Dang—”
“Are you alright…!?”
Before I could even call out, she rushed over to examine me.
“Is your body alright…?”
“No. It doesn’t seem fine, but it’s bearable.”
I suppressed my groans of pain and asked Dang Yeeran.
“…What happened?”
To my question, Dang Yeeran replied.
“You’ve been unconscious for four more days.”
“…Four days?”
Four days had already passed? I had to be quite shocked by that revelation.
Upon hearing the time, I quickly asked about something else.
“What about Heavenly Supreme and Do-hyeong?”
What had become of those two? When I asked, Dang Yeeran answered.
“Both of them are safe.”
“…That’s a relief.”
It seemed there were no problems.
I figured Do-hyeong would be fine, but I was somewhat concerned about Cheon Euijin.
‘No, that’s not it. Do-hyeong is the same.’
I had trusted the Guardian Spirit attached to him.
Yet it didn’t function properly at all.
‘What is this really?’
Why did it remain silent even when the attack came?
I couldn’t understand it.
‘A normal Guardian Spirit should have gone berserk.’
Do-hyeong’s Guardian Spirit was oddly quiet.
It remained that way even when everything fell apart.
‘What is it trying to do?’
What kind of Guardian Spirit was this? It seemed quite different from the ones I knew.
Anyway.
As Dang Yeeran spoke of the two, she rose to her feet and said.
“First… I’ll call the others.”
“Ah, yes.”
When Dang Yeeran returned after leaving, she came back with several people.

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“Bang Disciple…!”
Cheon Euijin enters and confirms my presence.
Seeing him, I smile slightly.
“…Yes. Have you been well?”
“Are you alright…?”
“Ah, yes.”
“I’m relieved you’ve regained consciousness….”
Do-hyeong follows behind with his usual expression.
Around him, just like before, a Guardian Spirit circled. Seeing that, I furrow my brow.
Whether during the attack or now, there’s hardly any difference.
Is that really a Guardian Spirit? Ignoring my shaken common sense, I examine something else for now.
Along with the two of them, Dang Yeeran brings someone. From the clothes she’s wearing, I can tell she’s a Physician.
“I’ve come to conduct an examination. Please excuse me for a moment.”
The Physician who approaches carefully examines my body. I entrust myself to her without complaint. I felt it before too, but the physicians I knew were all equally rude.
‘…Indeed, people need their position.’
I can feel her attitude has changed just because she’s gained a little status.
After a brief examination, the Physician speaks to Do-hyeong.
“The external wounds are quite deep, but fortunately the internal injuries are not serious. Since Bang Disciple is a Martial Artist, natural regeneration will be swift. Recovery shouldn’t take long.”
The examination results weren’t bad.
The external wounds are clearly severe, but the internal injuries are fine.
That was enough.
For a Martial Artist, internal injuries are more feared than external ones.
“Thank you.”
Do-hyeong thanks the Physician, who bows respectfully and leaves.
Only then does Do-hyeong speak to me.
“How’s your body?”
“Yes. How are you and Heavenly Supreme?”
“…I’m fine. However, my brother….”
Cheon Euijin’s gaze turns to Do-hyeong’s chest.
Looking closely, bandages peek out from between Do-hyeong’s martial robes.
“Are you injured?”
“Just a scratch.”
“Senior. You don’t usually wrap bandages so tightly for a simple scratch.”
A scratch my foot—it clearly looked like a sword wound.
It seems he was injured during the battle.
‘Still.’
His limbs and face are all intact, so it’s not bad.
Nothing is permanently damaged.
Of course.
‘My right arm seems a bit damaged.’
The Physician said complete recovery was possible, so that wasn’t a concern.
Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong were alive, and there were no immediate problems, so I assessed the situation and asked Dang Yeeran.
“What is the current situation?”
What happened after I collapsed? When I asked that, Dang Yeeran spoke.
“…Fortunately, the attack was suppressed thanks to the efforts of the Bang Disciples.”
The attack had been stopped without issue.
‘Of course.’
Palduyeok was dead, and I had seen Dokuou appear at the end. I had thought there would be no problem.
“Then, what about the Lord of the Clan?”
“The Lord of the Clan is currently dealing with the situation that has unfolded and purging any spies within the clan.”
I nodded at her words.
‘Spies, then.’
Certainly, thinking back on what happened in Bigo, rooting those out was the priority.
The problem is.
‘Whether that’s even possible.’
I wasn’t sure if it was something easily accomplished.
‘If those who came following Bigo were also spies.’
They were supposed to be elite whom Dokuou trusted, yet if even they were spies.
‘Can they truly be rooted out completely?’
That was my question.
‘Well, that’s something Dokuou will have to figure out.’
I didn’t need to concern myself with that.
That wasn’t what mattered.
“Then… it means I won’t be able to meet with the Lord of the Clan right away.”
“I’m afraid… it might be difficult today.”
“I understand.”
There were things I needed to discuss with the Lord of the Clan as soon as I woke up.
There was the matter of Bigo and also the question of compensation.
‘It can’t be helped.’
If I couldn’t see him now, I had to accept it.
There was sufficient reason, after all.
“Ugh….”
Confirming that, I lifted myself up completely. Seeing this, Dang Yeeran hurried to support me.
“Young Master…!”
“Ah, it’s fine….”
I declined, saying I could stand on my own.
My upper body was the problem; my lower body was fine.
Or was it? Seeing how they trembled, perhaps that wasn’t right either.
Anyway.
I can walk, so I carefully head toward the outside.
Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong watch me with worried eyes.
“I’m fine, so please don’t look at me like that.”
I wave my hand dismissively.
Truth be told, I’m dizzy and a bit lightheaded, but I go anyway.
“W-wait. Let me come with you. You said it’s dangerous to move carelessly.”
Dang Yeeran hurries after me, trying to support my arm.
I wanted to refuse, but seeing her pleading expression, I relent.
Dang Yeeran draws closer. Then I catch a fragrance.
‘What is this?’
Did she always smell like this? I remember noticing a faint scent of perspiration before.
But this floral fragrance—it’s the first time I’ve noticed it.
I feel puzzled but don’t bother asking.
With Dang Yeeran’s support, I step outside the building.
“Where are you trying to go…?”
“…I just want to take a walk for a bit. I’ve been lying down so long my head feels a little dizzy.”
“Ah. A walk?”
Her voice brightens noticeably.
‘…Hmm.’
Seeing this, that suspicious feeling from before returns.
Could it be…
‘Does she actually like me?’
The signs certainly point that way.
So I consider asking her directly like last time.
‘…No.’
I hold back. If I confirm it here, that would be troublesome in its own way.
Thinking this, I walk through the Dang Clan’s streets.
“…Look over there.”
“What? Where am I supposed to… Oh.”
I feel gazes from around us fixing upon me.
It’s nothing unusual. Since arriving at the Dang Clan, I’ve drawn plenty of attention.
Whether it’s because I’m from Sowoldae or because they’ve heard I’m the Sword Saint’s successor, people have been watching me.
But this time…
‘Something feels different.’
The atmosphere has changed from before.
Not just the Dang Clan’s martial artists, but most people around stare as I pass.
These gazes go beyond the simple curiosity I felt initially.
‘Surprise? Wonder?’
It’s something more than mere curiosity.
Why are they looking at me like that?
As I was pondering this question, Dang Yeeran spoke to me quietly.
“…It’s probably because word spread about you defeating Ma Hyeok-chang.”
She offered an answer as if she understood what I was thinking.
“Ah….”
So that was it. They knew I had killed Palduyeok?
Then it made sense.
‘Someone must have talked.’
What happened in Bigo was something only a handful of people could have witnessed.
Yet it seemed the news had spread within just a few days.
So that explained those reactions.
“…I heard you used Sword Force.”
“Using Sword Force means… you’ve already reached the peak?”
“The peak before even coming of age? That’s something even the Seven couldn’t accomplish….”
They also seemed to know that I had used Sword Force to face Palduyeok.
Because of that, I apparently looked like a peak-stage martial artist.
‘It’s an understandable misunderstanding.’
Why is common sense common sense? Because it’s the natural order of things.
Not only did I defeat Palduyeok, who was a martial artist using force techniques.
Since I had used force techniques myself, I was naturally being treated as a peak-stage martial artist.
I walked on, deliberately ignoring the whispers I heard.
But no matter where I went, there were people.
And they all showed me similar reactions.
Just how far had this rumor spread?
It seemed my story had spread throughout the entire Dang Clan.
‘This is not good.’
If things continued like this, there was a risk it would spread beyond the Dang Clan to other regions.
No, it wasn’t a risk—it would definitely happen.
‘Tsk.’
I clicked my tongue. While I wasn’t pleased about this situation… the real problem was something else.
‘Found it.’
I discovered something and stopped walking.
Then I spoke to Dang Yeeran.
“I have something to attend to ahead. I’ll go alone and return shortly.”
“Pardon?”
“I’d like to see that flower ahead by myself.”
“…What?”
Dang Yeeran’s expression grew puzzled at my sudden, random mention of wanting to see a flower.
But I withdrew my arm from hers and walked forward.
My body was still sore, yet I walked nonetheless.
And so I approached the flower lying in the grass ahead.
[Whoosh.]
A grotesque face suddenly burst forth from the grass.
[Who dares?]
“….”
[No response. How boring.]
Yoo Cheon-gil clicked his tongue sharply as I stared at him expressionlessly.
Under normal circumstances, I would have hurled curses at him.
But I could not afford to do so now.
I spoke to him directly.
“What is your purpose?”
[Hm?]
Yoo Cheon-gil reacted to my words.
[What-]
“I understand why you conducted things this way, Old Man.”
I lowered my head slightly and met his gaze.
I spoke while looking into those blue eyes.
“By your design, I have gained renown.”
[….]
When I mentioned renown, Yoo Cheon-gil’s smile faded from his face.
Seeing that expression, I continued.
My own expression as I spoke was likely
“What exactly is your purpose?”
as frigid as winter frost.

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