The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 107

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 107
Crack, crack, crack.
The stone fragments falling to the side bothered me greatly.
And what of the wall that looked ready to collapse at any moment?
Though the wall appeared quite thick, it now seemed so fragile that a mere tap would bring it down.
As I watched with growing unease,
Crunch.
A pale arm that had been thrust through the wall moved.
She withdrew her hand from the wall without the slightest concern.
Tap, tap.
Then she casually brushed away the dust clinging to her other hand.
Fortunately, the wall didn’t collapse, but it could hardly be called a wall anymore.
“….”
As I stood observing this in silence,
“…I clearly told you not to call me that. Why do you keep ignoring what I say?”
The one responsible for reducing the wall to such a state spoke to me in a displeased tone.
“Should I really cut out your tongue?”
“…That was a slip of the tongue just now.”
Muyong Youngsoon had despised her own name from long ago.
But what could be done about it being her name?
“Hmph.”
Muyong Youngsoon snorted and glared at me.
Her gaze remained as sharp as ever.
[My.]
Yoo Cheon-gil, who had been quietly observing, spoke as if fascinated.
[What a spirited young girl.]
It was unclear whether this was praise or insult.
Probably both.
[If she bears the Muyong name… she must be of Seoncheon Sword’s bloodline.]
The Seoncheon Sword that Yoo Cheon-gil mentioned likely referred to the previous clan leader.
‘Seoncheon Sword Muyong Tae.’
The father of the current Muyong Clan Leader, one of the Five Kings of the Realm, and a master who had since retired and spent his days in Yeolyeong.
[Pretty as she is, she doesn’t seem to resemble that cold one much. Fortunate indeed. Tsk, tsk, tsk.]
I had never seen Seoncheon Sword, so I couldn’t say, but I could certainly agree with the description of coldness.
‘…Those people from that household really do have an unusually cold appearance.’
Not only the Muyong Clan Leader, but Muyong Youngsoon standing before me as well.
If the Dang Clan members were said to look fierce,
then the Muyong Clan members were quite renowned for their cold appearance.
A feeling as though you’d freeze solid just from meeting their gaze.
And among them, Muyong Youngsoon’s eyes were particularly like that.
‘…I’m scared out of my mind.’
Not only her face, but her temperament was far too fierce.
As I gazed at Muyong Youngsoon with reluctance, she handed back the letter she had been holding.
“Here.”
“…”
What had just happened seemed to be erased from existence. Her eyes spoke volumes—don’t mention it, or she won’t let it slide.
Seeing that, I took the letter. Once Muyong Youngsoon confirmed this, she smiled slightly before suddenly turning her back and speaking.
“Then, see you later?”
“Huh?”
She was leaving? My eyes widened in apparent bewilderment at those words.
Muyong Youngsoon let out a soft laugh, as if my reaction was strange.
“Why? Do you want me to grab you again?”
“No…”
I didn’t want to be grabbed.
But beyond that, I was flustered that she was leaving after going through the trouble of finding me.
Why did she come looking for me if she was just going to leave like this? I stared at her oddly.
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of letting you go.”
“…What?”
“Just. There’s no need, so I’m letting you go comfortably.”
Her smile was terrifying.
The thorns hidden beneath that beautiful smile had always been so frightening, and seeing them again after so long made it even worse.
“After all, you won’t be able to escape now anyway.”
Chills ran down my spine.
The emotion woven into her languid voice came through far too clearly.
“See you later?”
With those words, Muyong Youngsoon took a step forward.
Whoosh—!
She vanished from sight in an instant.
“Hah…”
Confirming her disappearance, I slid down against the wall.
“I’m screwed…”
I muttered my thoughts quietly. There was nothing else to say.
At that moment.
“Bang Disciple…!”
Dang Yeeran and other martial artists appeared from the alley.
Then, seeing me sitting down, Dang Yeeran looked startled and rushed over.
“Ah, I’m fine…ugh.”
I tried to act fine, but without thinking, I moved my bandaged arm.
Anyway.
Nothing was going right.

* * *
Just as a Dang Clan Martial Artist approached Bangseong-yeon to manage the situation.
Muyong Youngsoon, perched atop the building’s roof, crouched slightly and observed the scene unfold.
Particularly Bangseong-yeon, who was being supported by Dang Yeeran as he struggled to his feet.
“….”
As Muyong Youngsoon watched in silence, a network of veins formed an angry cross pattern across her brow.
“What is this…?”
How dare she lay her hands on him? Her teeth clenched in an instant. She wanted nothing more than to dive down and unleash a barrage of arrows, but she barely restrained herself.
Over the past few years, she had learned something with absolute certainty.
‘That raccoon is easily frightened.’
A clever raccoon is timid. So if she came too close or seemed even slightly threatening, he would quickly hide away.
So she had to endure.
‘If he runs away again this time, it will be troublesome.’
After all the effort it took to find and capture him.
He couldn’t escape from here. There was no telling what clever scheme that intelligent man might devise to vanish next time.
So she was grinding her teeth and bearing it.
Then.
-Miss.
A voice reached her ear. Hearing it, Muyong Youngsoon carefully rose to her feet.
“Yes.”
-Are you alright?
“What do you mean?”
-Young Master Bang, that is…. That Dokwha Dangyeran seems to be.
“Yes. I can see it.”
Muyong Youngsoon cut off the man’s words. She had no desire to hear it.
There was no need to listen. She could see it clearly enough.
Unlike that clever yet foolish raccoon, Muyong Youngsoon’s perception was remarkably sharp.
Dokwha Dangyeran. The way that woman looked at Bangseong-yeon was strange.
One glance was all it took to understand.
‘Tsk.’
She had already wagged her tail.
This thought was directed not at Dang Yeeran, but at Bangseong-yeon.
‘In any case.’
That handsome face of his was the problem.
If only half of it had been properly scarred away, such things wouldn’t happen as often.
‘Should have done it long ago?’
Despite the brutal nature of the thought, Muyong Youngsoon was somewhat sincere about it.
A beautiful face? It was pleasant to look at. Only.
‘It should have been kept hidden from everyone’s eyes.’
To Muyong Youngsoon, Bangseong-yeon’s face was no longer of particular importance.
Or was it?
‘A handsome face is certainly nice.’
Better to be blessed with good looks than cursed with plain ones. The problem was that his handsome face attracted other women, who kept creeping closer.
‘It was easy to handle in Yeolyeong.’
The moment he slipped from my grasp, complications kept multiplying.
Just look.
“I let him go for just a moment, and already a major problem has entangled itself.”
A minor issue would have been manageable, but Dang Yeeran was quite the significant problem in my eyes.
“Hmm.”
Flushed ears and cheeks tinged with color.
Watching Dang Yeeran gaze at Bangseong-yeon in that state, I
“Tch.”
gave a short response and turned away.
-Miss…?
The man showed a moment of confusion at my reaction.
“You don’t need to worry about it.”
I had already returned to my usual expression.
Dang Yeeran?
She’s beautiful. Anyone can see that.
Her family background is excellent too. If it were the Namgung Clan, I wouldn’t have been particularly concerned, but the Sichuan Dang Clan is different.
As for her personality, I haven’t spoken with her enough times to judge.
‘But she doesn’t seem like a bad person.’
She doesn’t strike me as someone difficult or sharp-edged.
That’s precisely why.
That’s why I can so easily turn away from her.
‘She won’t be able to endure it.’
With that kind of temperament, there’s no real value in trying to obstruct her.
Someone with Dang Yeeran’s disposition would never be able to tolerate a man like Bangseong-yeon.
So there was no need to look too deeply into it.
Besides, things were already troublesome enough without adding Dang Yeeran to the mix.
The real problem was what had happened in Hannam before coming to Sichuan.
‘…That unlucky woman.’
I cursed inwardly.
When I had headed toward Cheonwol Gate to find Bangseong-yeon, I recalled the ‘mistake’ I had made at that time.
Yes, it was a mistake.
If only that hadn’t happened.
‘I wouldn’t have given her the opening to make her move.’
A bitter taste.
Wol Muhui.
The next promising talent of Cheonwol Gate.
Thinking of her, Muyong Youngsoon clenched her fists.
That’s what one did when seeing someone irritating.
Dang Yeeran held little value in Muyong Youngsoon’s eyes at best.
“So go ahead and try.”
No matter how much Dang Yeeran struggled, she would never be able to handle him.
With that conviction, Muyong Youngsoon took another step forward.

* * *
I had returned to the Dang Clan.
The first thing I did upon arrival was unfold the letter I had received from Muyong Youngsoon.
Normally, I should have done something else first, but knowing who this letter was from made that impossible.
A letter from Bang Cheon-ho.
Three characters spelling the name of my shameful father—one I was too embarrassed to even show to others.
“….”
Upon seeing that, I tensed and unfolded the unnecessarily ornate letter.
Then a familiar handwriting caught my eye.
[My precious son. How have you been?]
[Your father, whom you respect, is doing well.]
[Eating well, defecating well. So healthy. Even my constipation has cleared up-]
Rip.
“….”
I barely stopped myself from tearing the letter I was unfolding.
Damn it, I almost tore it without thinking. Suppressing a sigh, I read on.
[Wait. Don’t tear it.]
This man had already written his response as if he knew I would do this.
[If you’re reading this now, you must have met Muyong.]
[No doubt you’re angry because of that.]
[But your father had his reasons.]
Reasons? What reasons.
What kind of reasons would justify selling one’s own son? I wanted to hear this.
[Honestly, if someone offered that much money, I would have sold you too….]
Damn this rotten bastard.
So he had sold his son purely for money.
My head was pounding.
‘What am I supposed to do with this man?’
And this is supposed to be my father.
Does it make sense to sell your son for money out of desperation?
And to top it off.
‘To my former fiancée.’
Not even his current fiancée, and he was selling his son to someone he’d already broken off relations with—it was madness, nothing short of it.
Recalling this, I pressed my fingers against my brow.
Yes, a mistake.
‘I didn’t consider that my father was a madman.’
That man couldn’t possibly be sane.
What was I even trusting?
Though if I had to say I trusted something…
‘I must have trusted his father instead of mine.’
The Muyong Clan Leader. I had only trusted him.
‘…These two are a matching pair.’
I’m truly going mad.
Suppressing my frustration, I forced myself to continue reading the letter.
What followed was nothing particularly noteworthy.
I’m doing well. Are you doing well?
The household is a complete mess. Succeed quickly and come back.
Will you come back?
The tedious prattle continued for quite some time, and I was seriously considering tearing it to shreds when—
“…Huh?”
I had to stop my hand from tearing it. The problem lay in what was written near the end of the letter.
[Oh, and.]
[Your sister sent a letter home.]
[She sent one to you as well, I hear. I doubt you received it.]
[If you did, send just one letter back home.]
“…What?”
My sister.
The clever bloodline who escaped the household before I did.
It was news concerning her.
“Suddenly?”
Why was my sister suddenly being mentioned? I was puzzled by this unexpected news when—
Knock, knock.
I sensed a presence outside the door.
-Forgive the intrusion.
-The Lord of the Clan has prepared a gathering. If it wouldn’t be too presumptuous, I’ve come to inquire whether you intend to attend.
Hearing this, I folded the letter away for a moment.
Dokuou had finally finished his work.

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