The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 106

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 106
‘I hate you.’
Those were the words I heard when I first recalled my past life.
I was deeply shocked to hear them from the young girl I had adored.
Thanks to that, I awakened to my past life.
What was so shocking about being rejected by a girl when I wasn’t even ten years old yet? How absurd that such a trivial matter would trigger the awakening of my previous existence.
It was ridiculous, but it was the truth.
Before I could even open my eyes properly and gather my senses.
‘So don’t come near me anymore.’
I turned my gaze toward the sharp voice. The child before me was undeniably beautiful.
‘I really hate stupid people.’
The contempt in her eyes was striking, as if she truly despised me with all her being.
She looked barely more than a dozen years old, yet she could make such an expression.
As I stared at her with curiosity, the young girl spoke to me.
‘Answer me.’
‘Oh.’
Right. She was talking to me. Remembering that, I responded.
‘Yes.’
‘No matter how much you cling to me… what?’
The young girl’s eyes widened at my answer.
‘I’ll do as you wish.’
‘…What did you say?’
‘I said I’ll do it. From now on, I won’t come near you or your side.’
I smiled as I spoke.
‘Is that enough?’
‘…’
It was just that kind of conversation. I don’t know what I was like in this life.
But once I recovered my memories from my past life.
To chase after that small, beautiful child.
The weight of those memories was far too heavy.
So I gave her what she wanted.
I was certain I did exactly that.
But thinking about it now.
It seems something went wrong from that point onward.

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Lustrous black hair that gleamed with vitality.
So meticulously maintained that it transcended mere shimmer, possessing the silken softness of the finest fabric.
Her hair cascaded down to her waist, left to flow naturally as if she knew her pale complexion was her greatest asset. This deliberate emphasis was unmistakable.
What truly accentuated her alabaster skin, however, were her facial features.
An impression so cold it seemed snow would fall even in the height of summer.
Her gaze was glacial and sharp, radiating an aura that suggested she would never deign to smile.
With such a frost-laden visage, one would naturally hesitate to approach her.
Yet every passerby found themselves drawn to stare at her.
It was inevitable.
A woman of such breathtaking beauty was rarely glimpsed in a lifetime.
Beautiful.
As if beauty itself had been incarnated, her captivating and refined presence transformed even her icy demeanor into an irresistible allure.
When she made a light gesture to arrange her hair,
those around her involuntarily gasped in admiration.
“Hmm.”
At the soft murmur, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.
Her gaze was fixed upon the back of a young man fleeing madly into the distance.
Sigh.
The woman exhaled deeply at the sight.
Simultaneously, as if exhausted, she pressed her delicate fingers to the bridge of her nose.
“…Really.”
It had always been this way, but every time he fled like that, it infuriated her.
“How can he show not a shred of hesitation?”
If he saw her, he should at least greet her. What was this constant fleeing?
Exasperated as she was, the woman let out a soft laugh.
At that faint smile, those nearby flinched.
When even the slightest smile graced her expressionless face, it was devastatingly beautiful.
But.
“I came all this way to see him.”
The expression that followed her smile made them flinch once more.
Not from beauty.
From something terrifyingly ominous.
“…He’s running again?”
Crack, crack, crack.
A harsh sound emanated from her clenched fist.
“If he gets caught, just wait.”
This time, I’ll make sure to fasten the leash properly.
Just as she moved to act on this decision,
“…Moryong Sojeo?”
At the sound coming from beside her, the woman’s head turned. There stood a beauty with skin somewhat more tanned than the woman’s.
Dang Yeeran was staring at her with widened eyes.
“Oh my.”
The woman who had identified the voice’s owner composed her expression. The face she had been wearing moments before vanished like an illusion, replaced by her true countenance.
“Miss Dang. It has been quite some time, hasn’t it?”
“…How did you come to be in this place, Miss Moryong…?”
“Ah.”
At those words, the woman smiled once more.
“…I heard the person I was looking for happened to be here.”
“…”
Upon hearing the woman’s words, Dang Yeeran swallowed dryly without realizing it.
Was it a misunderstanding? For some reason, Dang Yeeran felt as though her words…
…were saying there was someone she needed to kill.
“In any case. Since I’ve come to Sichuan, I ought to pay a visit to the Dang Clan. We shall meet again later. Right now, that fellow… no, that matter is more pressing.”
“What? No—”
Dang Yeeran tried to add more to her words.
But the woman had already vanished from that place.
“…”
In the eyes of Dang Yeeran, watching the woman disappear,
an inexplicable unease was welling up.

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‘Damn it.’
I ran.
‘Curse it all.’
Spitting curses inwardly, I ran again. I pushed through the countless crowds and kept running for a long while.
My body hadn’t fully healed, and my bandaged arm screamed in protest.
Yet I did not stop.
[Hey, why are you running like this anyway?]
Yoo Cheon-gil flew beside me, seemingly unable to understand my actions, and spoke to me.
But this was not a moment for answering.
It was more important to run one more step than to explain.
[Do you know that girl?]
Do I know that woman?
Yes. Damn it.
I knew her far too well.
‘I wish I didn’t know.’
It would have been a million times better if I hadn’t known.
The problem was precisely because I knew her so well.
‘Why is that lunatic here?’
A woman who should be diligently attending to her duties in Yeolyeong.
What brings her all the way to distant Sichuan?
As I ran, I tried to recall the reason.
‘…Could it be.’
The moment I thought of it, the words that madman had spoken upon seeing me came flooding back.
‘Found you.’
‘Damn it.’
He’d said it with a terrifying smile as he looked at me.
Which meant.
‘You came looking for me?’
He came all the way to Sichuan to find me.
No—to capture me?
‘How in the world?’
Then what did he know? I was certain I’d handled everything thoroughly.
I’d even disposed of all traces meticulously.
And yet.
‘He even spoke with the Lord of the Clan.’
He’d even gritted his teeth and held a conversation with that terrifying man.
‘That lunatic can’t be here.’
Something that should never happen was unfolding.
‘Where should I go?’
Where could I possibly escape to? I glanced around frantically, my eyes darting in all directions.
An alley? Running into an alley seemed pointless.
No, from the start.
‘Does this even matter?’
I knew that running like this was meaningless.
But I had to run.
My instincts were screaming at me to do so.
‘I need to hide my body first.’
First, I hide myself.
I’ll figure out what comes next later.
Just as I made that decision and tried to increase my speed—
[Oh.]
Yoo Cheon-gil let out a sudden exclamation.
And immediately after.
Whoosh—!
“Ugh!?”
My body was seized by something and lifted into the air.
My airborne form plunged into the alley beside me, and I quickly executed a falling technique before hitting the ground.
“Oh my?”
The moment my feet touched the ground, a refined voice brushed against my ears.
Hearing it, I furrowed my brow.
“You didn’t roll?”
“….”
Her reaction suggested she found it unexpected that I hadn’t tumbled.
I slowly lifted my head.
Before me stood a woman with her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed as she looked down at me.
I spoke to her.
“Moryong Sojeo….”
At my words, the woman let out a soft laugh.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
The moment I saw that smile, chills ran down my spine.
It was real.
She really was that lunatic.
Whoosh.
As she walked toward me with light steps, I instinctively stepped backward.
I tried to turn around, but my back already pressed against the wall.
I was cornered.
Damn it. Won’t it even help me now?
The thought made me shake my head.
‘…No, it’s not that it won’t help.’
That woman had orchestrated this entire situation.
I was certain of it.
Then.
“Our clever little raccoon wouldn’t fail to understand. Why are you acting strange today?”
The woman spoke.
“You already know that once you’ve come this far, there’s no escaping, don’t you?”
“….”
She was right. I knew it.
Yet I had tried to escape anyway.
As she drew closer, I reached my hand toward my waist.
Hell, I didn’t even bring my sword.
“I’ve heard so much from various sources that I have many questions to ask.”
As the distance narrowed, I caught her scent.
By now, it was a fragrance that made me sick.
“But I suppose I should say this first, shouldn’t I?”
The woman smiled wickedly.
It was a breathtakingly beautiful smile, yet all I felt from that face was dread.
“I’ve missed you. Do you feel the same?”
It was the kind of words that would have made any other man’s heart race with excitement.
But.
“…Why are you here?”
It wasn’t me.
“You should be in Yeolyeong, yet here you are in Sichuan.”
I knew far too well who that lunatic was to feel any excitement about this.
“Why ask? You already know the answer, don’t you?”
“…I’m asking because I hope it’s not true.”
“I came to see you. Finding you was such a hassle, so praise me a little, would you?”
“Damn it.”
She said she hoped it wasn’t true, but my gut feeling—bitter as it was—never lies.
“You came to see me? From Yeolyeong to Sichuan?”
“Well, no. That’s not it.”
A hand drew near. Delicate fingers lifted my chin.
“From Yeolyeong to Anhui. From Anhui to Hannam. And from Hannam to Sichuan.”
“…”
Cold sweat broke out at her words.
What she had spoken was the exact path I had traveled.
“You certainly got around a lot, didn’t you? And caused quite a bit of trouble too.”
“…There were circumstances…”
“I’m sure. You’re not someone who moves without reason. But here’s the thing.”
The hand holding my chin lowered, then moved toward my eyes.
“What does ‘successor of the Sword Saint’ mean?”
“…”
I shut my eyes tightly.
“And what about the Cheonwol Gate? What about these eyes?”
The woman forcibly pried open my eyelids as if determined to make me see.
“Where did those pretty brown eyes go? What’s this blue?”
Heat crept into her voice, which had been so gentle.
I said nothing in response.
Faced with this situation, I needed to think of something, anything.
‘…Nothing comes to mind.’
My mind had truly gone blank from the predicament.
What do I do? This always happens when I’m with her.
As I maintained forced silence, the woman’s eyes narrowed.
Then she suddenly reached into her bosom and pulled out what appeared to be a letter.
“Well, fine. If you won’t talk, I’ll just find out myself.”
It was an even more terrifying statement.
With that, she handed the letter toward me.
“…What is this?”
What letter was this suddenly? As I stared at the paper with confusion, the woman added her words.
“I was told to deliver this letter to you when I came to see you. It’s from Father.”
“What?”
My eyes narrowed at her words.
“Youngsoon, you met our father—”
CRASH—!!!
Crack, crack, crack….
“….”
I kept my head still and rolled only my eyes to glance sideways.
A pale hand was embedded in the wall.
Cracks spider-webbed outward from that point.
Stone dust crumbled down as if the wall might collapse at any moment.
Then.
“…Hey.”
A voice dripping with murderous intent wrapped around me.
The owner of that hand, no.
“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that? Do you want me to rip your tongue out?”
Muyong Youngsoon glared at me with a savage expression.
“…I apologize.”
I barely managed to squeeze out an apology.
Muyong Youngsoon, twenty years old.
A direct bloodline of the Muyong Clan, one of the Five Great Houses.
Called the most beautiful woman in Yeolyeong for her exceptional beauty.
And moreover.
‘…This absolute lunatic.’
My first love and my ‘former’ fiancée.

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