The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 114

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 114
A white world. The ground, the sky, everything had turned white, creating a space filled with alienation.
Standing quietly in this place, I pressed my fingers against the bridge of my nose.
“…Damn it all.”
I spat out a crude curse. I couldn’t help myself.
“Sigh….”
I had been to this place before. If I counted the times, it was several, but no matter when I came, I only experienced miserable encounters here.
“…Why am I here again.”
Why was I in this place? The moment I tried to recall the reason, I turned around and spoke.
“You said I’d understand once I woke up from sleep. Was it for this?”
As I spoke with my face contorted, a change occurred in that place.
Smoke gathered and gradually took form, and by the time I noticed, it had become the shape of a human.
Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil.
That old man had appeared before me.
Tsk tsk.
Yoo Cheon-gil wore his characteristic irritating smile, finding my reaction amusing.
“Well then. How does it feel to return after so long?”
“Miserable. Absolutely miserable.”
There was no way a good response would come.
‘I’ve died here so many times.’
A place where I died repeatedly, too many times to even count.
This place was an illusion created by Yoo Cheon-gil.
‘…It’s the same as that place from before.’
A place I had experienced at Cheonwol Gate as well.
The place where I fought desperately against Yoo Cheon-gil’s childhood form.
No, even calling it a fight felt strange.
It was a one-sided massacre.
“…What are you trying to do now?”
What was his true intention in summoning me here again?
At my question, Yoo Cheon-gil wore a puzzled expression and spoke to me.
“What do you mean? Didn’t you ask me something just now?”
“…What?”
“How to make the moon shine. You asked how to do that.”
“….”
I certainly did ask that.
“…Then you could just explain it in words. Why did you summon me here?”
“Well, as I said then, explaining with words is tedious and difficult. I thought this method would be easier.”
“…No….”
“Besides, it seems the time has come. It was a necessary step.”
“The time has come, you say?”
“That’s right. You said it yourself—didn’t you want to retrieve something from the warehouse?”
“….”
I had said that. The snack warehouse Yoo Cheon-gil had created. I’d mentioned that deeper within, there would be far more treasures hidden than what I’d seen before.
In exchange for granting my request, he’d said he would give me that.
‘Is this what’s needed for that?’
I couldn’t understand how it had come to this.
“Since circumstances have developed this way, I hope you master it as quickly as possible.”
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke thus and hurled something before me.
Thunk—!
The object flew through the air and embedded itself right in front of me. It was a sword.
This was the same as last time.
Which meant.
‘…Are you telling me to do the same thing as before?’
No. Surely not? He wouldn’t resort to such a crude method again, would he?
Though I trembled with anxiety.
“But this time it should be somewhat easier, so don’t worry.”
As a small mercy, Yoo Cheon-gil reassured me.
“Just once. You need only block it a single time.”
“…Block it?”
“Yes. And.”
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke, extending his index finger to point at me.
“Don’t focus only on the light that emerges. Look deeper. The answer lies there.”
“What does that even…. Ah.”
Before I could finish asking, Yoo Cheon-gil had vanished before my eyes.
This old man really.
I ground my teeth with a grating sound.
Yet I still had to draw the sword before me.
“…Sigh….”
To think I’d find myself in this wretched situation again.
‘I shouldn’t have asked.’
I ran my hand through my hair.
Ah, I’d complained to that old man about being frustrated, and look at the state I’m in now.
After all that nonsense last time, I’d believed he wouldn’t do it twice.
‘I must be insane.’
With nothing else to trust, I’m trusting that old man.
“Hoo.”
I exhaled a sigh and tried to look at the sword.
I froze.
“….”
My body, which had been moving, suddenly went rigid.
I turned my head and gazed toward something.
It wasn’t that I sensed a presence or heard a sound.
It was purely.
‘Instinct.’
A faint instinct wrapped around my body moved my head of its own accord.
There was something in the direction my gaze turned.
Against the white backdrop, a single rock was inexplicably embedded there.
‘…What is that?’
Why did a rock suddenly appear? There was nothing like that last time.
As I stared at the unexpected rock, I discovered something else.
Someone was perched atop the rock.
His upper garment was nowhere to be seen, and his tattered lower half was drenched in blood.
His exposed torso was covered with scars and wounds.
As I quietly observed him.
Whoosh.
The figure’s head turned toward me.
Our eyes met.
“…!”
I gasped involuntarily and stumbled backward.
‘What is that?’
What on earth is that?
The moment I met those blue eyes, my entire body bristled with hair, and I felt my heart drop to the floor.
Cold sweat poured down.
What is that? Can that even be called human?
‘Those eyes….’
Those blue-tinted eyes showed no light or shadow whatsoever.
The expressionless face beneath blood-matted hair made me gasp despite myself.
It was terrifying.
Merely meeting that gaze felt like being crushed under the weight of fear.
Shhhhhhh.
Though no wind blew, the hair seemed to flutter.
Only then did I realize. Could this wind-like sensation be.
‘…Killing intent?’
Was it the killing intent emanating from that being?
Did that mean killing intent had taken the form of wind and was brushing past me?
‘Insane.’
Was such a thing even possible?
Could a human existence do something like that?
As I stood stunned by the impossible, unable to form any response.
Thud.
The figure sitting on the rock stirred.
“…Huff…. Huff….”
I watched as the figure rose unsteadily and thought to myself.
‘He’s gaunt.’
Unnaturally gaunt. I could see he was quite tall, yet how could he be so skeletal?
A withered frame covered in scars and wounds.
That’s what made it all the more terrifying.
‘Like a starving beast.’
Predators desperate with hunger, capable of anything. That was precisely the sensation emanating from this man.
‘Even so, this is rather extreme.’
There was no point in deliberating.
When I saw Palduyeok or when Dokuou displayed his aura, it was nothing like this.
The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt only an abyss.
A wall that made it difficult to perceive him as the same species.
The instant I recognized that wall, helplessness surged within me.
The powerlessness and terror one feels when confronting a being of incomprehensible height.
I was experiencing that very sensation before this man.
Crunch.
The man walked toward me barefoot.
One step, then another.
With each step he took, he left a trail behind.
Footprints painted in the deepest crimson of blood.
Soon the man stood before me.
My body had gone rigid, and I couldn’t even manage to step backward properly.
“…Who… are you?”
“….”
His voice was thin and hoarse. There was barely any strength in it, and it seemed almost like a whimper.
I wondered how a voice could sound so utterly exhausted.
Yet my lips would not open to answer his question.
Like prey frozen before a predator.
I could not muster any response.
All I could do was hide the cold sweat dripping down my face and suppress the trembling in my body.
That was the best I could manage.
After a brief moment of silence.
“…You are….”
The man tried to continue speaking.
“…No….”
But then he shook his head.
“…It’s… over now.”
And with that, he whispered something like resignation.
“Now… it’s all meaningless.”
A voice devoid of any emotion.
Unlike the murderous intent that permeated everything, his voice was utterly hollow.
That terrified me more than anything.
They exist even among demons.
Some demons consumed by rage, seeking only vengeance.
Others corrupted by lingering attachments and sorrow.
But the most terrifying of all are.
‘Demons who have abandoned everything.’
They’ve cast aside emotion, discarded memory.
Beings who surrender their entire existence to the flowing malice alone.
I know fighting such demons is far more difficult.
And yet.
‘…this one seems disturbingly similar.’
The man before me emanated a presence that bore an unsettling resemblance to that.
Was this truly acceptable?
The moment I gazed at him with anxious eyes.
Crack.
Something shattered with a sound.
“…Gasp…”
My eyes snapped wide open.

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“Huh… Gasp!!”
I pushed myself upright, breathing heavily as I surveyed my surroundings.
It wasn’t the white world.
It was a familiar setting. My room.
After confirming that, I covered my mouth with my hand.
“Ugh…”
Nausea washed over me involuntarily.
My stomach churned unbearably.
“…Ugh…”
Was I dead? It certainly seemed that way.
When did I die?
Could that shattering sound have been my head?
‘I didn’t see any of it.’
I couldn’t see how I died at all.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a repetition, and thanks to that, I was able to awaken from the illusion.
‘This is insane.’
I had to gasp at what I’d experienced.
‘What the hell was that?’
What was that being I faced?
‘…Was that also Yoo Cheon-gil?’
The first time I met someone in the illusion was Yoo Cheon-gil’s childhood.
So I suspect that man I met this time was also Yoo Cheon-gil’s past.
‘…But really…?’
I wasn’t certain. That’s because he was far too gaunt to be called Yoo Cheon-gil.
‘The height seems similar, and he has Wol-an, so it seems right.’
If it was him, when exactly was that?
When did he look like that to emanate such a monstrous aura?
“…Even in his teens he was strange, but this is on a different level entirely.”
Even being extremely generous, this appearance was too much.
‘How am I supposed to fight something like that?’
I became ‘something like that’ in an instant, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
There’s such a thing as moderation, but this wasn’t it.
Even monsters have their limits, but this wasn’t one of them.
‘That shameless old man.’
I immediately looked around to confront him about it.
But Yoo Cheon-gil was nowhere to be seen.
Where did this bastard go again?
He’s not visible. He always did disappear at the drop of a hat.
‘He disappears without even explaining?’
He arbitrarily showed me the Illusion and then vanished—where did he go?
As I pondered this question.
‘Ah.’
My brow furrowed at the thought that surfaced.
‘Could it be… this fellow.’
Can’t he escape while trapped in the Illusion?
Not until I fulfill the conditions to escape the Illusion.
Perhaps he simply cannot leave. That’s what I’m thinking.
‘That’s right. It was the same back then.’
When I first entered the Illusion at Cheonwol Gate.
Yoo Cheon-gil never appeared while I was suffering through the Illusion.
I remember cursing his absence when I needed him most.
He only revealed himself after I overcame the trials within the Illusion.
Which means.
‘Is it the same now?’
Could it be the same situation this time?
Entertaining this possibility, I pressed my hand against my stomach and chest.
“Ugh….”
The nauseating sensation refused to fade.
I decided I needed some fresh air and pushed myself to my feet.
At this rate, I’d actually vomit if I kept thinking about it.
I hurried toward the door and grasped the handle.
Click—!
But before I could, someone opened my door first.
“You should be awake by now? It’s time for mea—”
“Ugh…!!”
I covered my mouth and suppressed the dry heave.
“….”
The person who witnessed my pathetic state.
A woman who had dressed up beautifully since morning.
Muyong Youngsoon, the most beautiful in Yeolyeong, furrowed her delicate brow harshly.

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