The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 112

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 112
What had Dokuou just said? My snow-white hair refused to comprehend it.
He suddenly claimed I resembled my maternal grandfather, and then what? Who?
Jegal Jin…?
At the abrupt mention of that towering figure’s name, I found myself speechless.
Had I misheard? I wished I had, but it seemed unlikely.
…But that makes things even worse?
‘…Jegal Jin, you say.’
That was a name that absolutely should not have surfaced here.
Who was Jegal Jin?
He was the current Lord of the Jegal Clan and served as the strategist of the Martial Arts Alliance.
A genius of legendary proportions.
The greatest figure in the entire history of the Jegal Clan.
The God of War.
And so forth—he possessed numerous illustrious titles, but among them, one epithet stood above all others.
‘The Sword Saint’s Eyes and Ears.’
He was known as the eyes and ears of Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil himself.
While people praised Yoo Cheon-gil, who slew the Celestial Demon in the Great Demon War, as the greatest martial artist and hero,
when it came to selecting the most influential figure on the battlefield, everyone unanimously chose someone other than Yoo Cheon-gil.
That someone was Jegal Jin.
Even the Heavenly Supreme Yoo Cheon-gil himself declared that without Jegal Jin, victory against the Demonic Cult would have been impossible.
Even other heroes and the Transcendent Immortals acknowledged this truth.
The Demonic Cult was well aware of this, which is why they designated Jegal Jin—not Yoo Cheon-gil—as the first person they must eliminate.
Assassination attempts numbered in the hundreds.
It became a famous tale that the Demonic Cult, pushing themselves to the limit, sent all four Dharma Protectors at once to kill Jegal Jin.
What was remarkable,
‘was that he resolved it alone.’
This occurred while the war was still ongoing,
when all the elite masters of that era were away on separate campaigns.
The tale of Jegal Jin single-handedly defeating three Dharma Protectors became the stuff of legend.
His martial prowess itself was not exceptionally high.
Yet through strategy alone, he overcame masters.
That deed became the catalyst for Jegal Jin earning the title of Thousand-League Strategist.
A great strategist whose name would endure in the annals of the Central Plains.
It was no exaggeration to say that the Martial Arts Alliance’s current golden age existed because of him.
After Yoo Cheon-gil’s death, he remained the most influential figure in the current Central Plains.
And such a Jegal Jin
“Is my maternal grandfather…?”
My grandfather?
I repeated back in shock at these unheard-of words, and this time Dokuou looked at me with slightly widened eyes.
“…You didn’t know?”
“…I’m hearing this for the first time in my life?”
“…Hmm.”
“…”
“…”
Silence fell between us.
I had nothing to say and fell quiet like a broken machine.
Dokuou seemed to have fallen silent while carefully choosing his words, as if troubled by something.
After a brief moment passed, Dokuou nodded at my dazed expression and spoke.
“Then, let’s pretend you didn’t hear it.”
“…Can we really do that?”
How could that possibly work, you fool?
I stared at Dokuou with eyes that said I found this absurd. I’d already heard everything—how could I pretend I hadn’t?
And such a bombshell revelation at that.
“This is troublesome.”
Seeing that I wouldn’t let this pass easily, Dokuou showed signs of exhaustion.
“Lord Dang…Is it true that my maternal grandfather is Jegal Jin…or rather, Lord Jegal?”
“…”
Dokuou didn’t answer. Was he still choosing his words? Or was he simply choosing silence?
If it were the former, I could wait. But the feeling suggested the latter, so I needed to press him.
Just as I was about to ask Dokuou again.
“Lord Dang…”
“One request.”
Before I could finish speaking, Dokuou cut me off and spoke.
“I ask that you grant me one more request.”
“…What do you mean so suddenly?”
“It carries my apology for my slip of the tongue and my apologies toward the Lord of Bang. I understand Bang Disciple’s feelings, but I hope you would overlook this matter.”
“…”
Don’t ask further and let it pass. That was clearly what he meant.
If even the Dokuou of all people would come to this, it must be a grave slip of the tongue.
If that’s the case, then all the more so.
‘…That means my maternal grandfather really is Jegal Jin.’
How did things come to this?
How could circumstances possibly become like this?
‘What in the world has that madman been doing?’
For Jegal Jin to become my maternal grandfather, my mother would have to be of the Jegal clan—and a direct bloodline of the clan lord at that.
‘How did he seduce such a woman…ah.’
I was about to wonder how my father could have seduced someone like that, but I quickly understood.
‘An invincible upper appearance.’
Most things are resolved with an exceptionally handsome face.
I thought it would be possible for someone who lived off their face alone.
But setting that aside for now.
‘Is this a favor?’
Now was the time to focus on Dokuou’s words, even if only for a moment.
He said he would grant a favor to take responsibility for his own slip of the tongue.
Indeed.
“How far can this favor extend…?”
I was curious about what level of favor he meant.
Dokuou, who heard my question, stared at me with slightly narrowed eyes.
Why?
[You’re measuring how far is possible in this situation—that’s what’s so absurd about it.]
Yoo Cheon-gil, sensing what I was puzzled about, answered in my stead.
Ah, so that’s why…?
‘No, but I should still secure what I can.’
I’d leave the bombshell that exploded as it was for now.
If I had something to gain from this, shouldn’t I secure it?
That’s what I was thinking when I asked. I needed to get what I could get.
So after a moment, Dokuou spoke.
“I will grant favors at a level slightly below what I mentioned as compensation for Bang Disciple.”
“Hmm.”
It wasn’t bad when I heard it. Even if not top-tier martial treasures, if I could obtain things at a level where I wouldn’t have to ask questions, this would be quite acceptable.
‘If there’s a favor to ask here.’
What should I ask for? As I was thinking about it, suddenly.
‘Ah.’
It flashed through my mind.
I had something I wanted to ask Dokuou anyway, and it seemed I could use it here.
I spoke to Dokuou right away.
“Lord of the Clan Dang. I actually had something I wanted to tell you—may I ask for a favor now?”
“What is it.”
“It’s also the reason I wanted to meet separately….”
That’s why I suggested the two of us meet after the banquet ended. There was much to discuss, but.
The most important reason was this.
“To be precise, it’s not Lord of the Clan Dang.”
I.
“I have a favor to ask of Dang Yeeran.”
I had business with Dang Yeeran.
At these words, Dokuou’s expression visibly crumpled.

* * *
I finished the conversation and stepped out of the residence.
Since the request itself wasn’t lengthy, I was able to conclude it quickly—whether that was fortunate or not.
Moreover.
‘I even got his approval.’
I had secured Dokuou’s consent. Initially, I worried over how to resolve this, but the matter unraveled easily, perhaps due to Dokuou’s slip of the tongue.
“At this rate….”
It seemed like things would proceed smoothly. Thinking such thoughts, I walked forward with a composed expression.
[Hmmmmm….]
A sound came from above.
[Krhmmm. Hmmmmm?]
It was quite an unpleasant noise.
[Hmmm…. Hmmmmm.]
“…What is the matter with you?”
I finally asked after holding back. Why was this old man acting up again?
As I sighed and posed the question, Yoo Cheon-gil made a strange expression. He held his chin and examined me from side to side as if observing me carefully.
[…Is this brat really Jin’s bloodline?]
Ah.
So that was the reason.
Of course. Since I was the Second Son and he was close to the other, I would appear even stranger to him.
Then.
[That fellow looks like rotted tree bark. You don’t resemble him at all. You were very fortunate.]
“…Was that the problem?”
I was left speechless by Yoo Cheon-gil’s words. I wondered why he was examining me so intently.
[How important is this matter, you brat? You haven’t seen that fellow’s face. He’s so withered and twisted that his appearance is pitiful….]
“Still, your grandson is right here. Your words are rather harsh.”
[Oh, what? Are you defending your grandfather right now?]
“No, I’m just speaking. I’ve never even seen him anyway.”
It was the first time I’d heard such a story, and I was surprised then, but I didn’t think deeply about it.
[Why? It’s still quite the secret of your birth.]
“Secret of birth or whatever—it’s obvious your relationship isn’t very good.”
If Jegal Jin truly was my maternal grandfather, the fact that I only learned this now was one thing.
And the way Dokuou revealed it and then hushed it up was another.
Furthermore.
‘My father knows about this and is doing nothing?’
Given his personality, he should have acted long ago even if he had to grovel, yet he isn’t. This suggested otherwise.
‘If he did, it would end badly or seem like it would, so that’s why.’
It was obvious. He couldn’t get involved because involvement was impossible.
What would change by knowing the secret of birth?
I concluded that nothing would change for me.
Ah.
‘No, wait. There was something.’
There was one thing, at least.
‘The Martial Arts Alliance.’
The reason I was able to join the Martial Arts Alliance.
I’d always wondered how and why they accepted me in the first place.
‘Could it be…’
Did I receive help from that side? If so, it would explain everything.
After all, among the current Five Great Clans, the Jegal Clan was the closest to the Martial Arts Alliance.
Of course.
‘But considering the treatment I received there, it might not be.’
If I had gone with a letter of recommendation from the Jegal Clan,
I shouldn’t have received such treatment in that place.
Based on what I experienced, it seemed unlikely.
Well, anyway.
‘I’ve ended up with something to ask Father about.’
I would have to ask him regarding this matter.
Ugh, I hate it. I really don’t want to talk much with Father.
Just a brief conversation with him drains all my energy.
I wanted to avoid contact with him if possible, but a matter of this magnitude left me no choice.
Tsk.
Just as I clicked my tongue and was about to move forward,
[But listen here.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me.
“Yes?”
[Are you truly certain about this?]
“About what, sir?”
[Using your favor on something like this.]
“Ah.”
I smacked my lips slightly at Yoo Cheon-gil’s words. It certainly was a good opportunity, but…
“What else can I do? A good opportunity is a good opportunity precisely because it serves this purpose.”
The perfect moment to use a favor.
The brief time before the banquet began.
That was when Yoo Cheon-gil and Dokjon had said something to me.
The Celestial Demon’s sword that I’d brought out from Bigo.
Though it could barely be called a sword—only a small fragment of the blade remained, with the handle completely shattered—regardless.
They had said something to me regarding it.
And I was now using my favor for that very purpose.
Was I wasting it?
Not at all.
‘Damn it, what a waste….’
I’d squandered a favor that could have benefited me on those two ghost bastards, and it made my skin crawl.
Still, it wasn’t a complete loss.
“You mustn’t forget.”
[Don’t worry.]
Yoo Cheon-gil laughed at my words and spoke.
[The treasures inside the snack warehouse—I’ll give them all to you.]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s snack warehouse at Cheonwol Gate.
It was called a snack warehouse, but it actually functioned as a treasury.
According to Dokjon, there was even more space inside it.
He said vast treasures that Yoo Cheon-gil had abandoned lay within.
He promised to give them to me if I granted his request.
Yes.
I was blinded by greed.
[I can give you as much as you want, but… hmm.]
Yoo Cheon-gil paused for a moment.
“What’s wrong?”
Anxious about what the problem might be, I asked him.
[No, it’s nothing major.]
“Yes.”
[Setting aside that Jin bastard’s matter, though.]
“Yes.”
[Didn’t you originally have more to say to that Dang bastard? It seems like you left things unfinished-]
I stopped dead in my tracks.
“….”
Hearing Yoo Cheon-gil’s words, I halted my steps.
“Ah, damn.”
Now that I thought about it, that was true. I’d been so absorbed in the matter of Jegal Jin that I hadn’t brought up anything else.
Nothing about compensation or Dok-ryong.
Nothing about Pacheongung either.
I’d left everything I’d meant to ask about unasked.
I’d only rambled on about my maternal grandfather out of nowhere and left.
“Ha ha ha.”
Recalling that, I let out a hollow laugh.
Then I gazed at Dokuou’s clan lord’s residence that I’d just escaped from.
Was this really a coincidence? Had I truly left without saying anything by mere chance?
“…That crafty uncle?”
I didn’t think so.

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