The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 115

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 115
I sat down at the table the moment I woke up.
The food was already laid out when I sat, and people were already seated.
Not as many as during yesterday’s banquet, just Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong, who seemed to have finished their morning training. And….
“Please, sit down.”
“….”
Muyong Youngsoon was sitting there.
The empty seat beside her was clearly meant for me, but I deliberately ignored it and went to sit next to Cheon Euijin instead.
“Would you mind moving over a bit?”
“Huh? Oh, yes….”
Cheon Euijin looked at me with an expression asking why I was coming this way, but he didn’t press the matter.
I was grateful for that.
‘Turns out he’s kinder than I thought.’
Despite his cold appearance, he was surprisingly gentle.
Anyway.
“Hmph.”
Muyong Youngsoon snorted at my behavior.
Her reaction was irritating, but more than that.
“…Why are you here, Miss?”
What was she doing here? That’s what really puzzled me.
This residence was provided by the Dang Clan and was only for those of us belonging to the Cheonwol Gate.
Yet here she was, showing up first thing in the morning.
When I asked with that question in mind, Muyong Youngsoon furrowed her brow and spoke.
“I went through the trouble of waking you up this morning, and this is the thanks I get?”
“I didn’t ask you to wake me. And I woke up on my own.”
“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”
“I asked why you came looking for me.”
“What do you mean, why did I come?”
Click.
Muyong Youngsoon arranged her long hair. In that instant, a floral fragrance wafted through the air.
“I came because I wanted to see you.”
“…Wow.”
“…Hmm.”
Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong, who were sitting beside me, reacted to her words.
Cheon Euijin looked at me as if finding it fascinating and impressive.
Do-hyeong seemed to find it difficult to respond, maintaining an expressionless face with effort.
“…Just ignore it. She says nonsense like that sometimes.”
It wasn’t the first or second time she’d spouted such drivel.
I let out a deep sigh and picked up my chopsticks.
Worrying about her would only give me a headache, so I needed to eat the meal I’d been missing first.
I stuffed food into my mouth, and seeing that, Muyong Youngsoon picked up her chopsticks as well.
Then she began placing various dishes onto my plate one after another.
The irritating part was that they were all foods I didn’t particularly enjoy eating.
“…What is this?”
When I looked at her with an expression questioning whether she was picking a fight, Muyong Youngsoon let out a soft laugh.
“It seems your picky eating habits won’t be fixed even after all these years. I told you to eat them.”
“Even our father has given up on you. Please don’t mind it.”
“Ah. Father didn’t give up—he simply never paid attention in the first place.”
“…”
It was a fair point, so I had nothing to say. That man probably didn’t even know what I liked or disliked.
“Ah, that one’s spicy so don’t eat it. The one next to it is fine.”
“…”
I tried to ignore her and pick up my chopsticks, but even that stopped me.
Ah, my appetite’s gone.
My appetite was gone, but my stomach was hungry. So I had no choice but to eat anyway.
As I forced myself to fill my stomach like that.
“Bangseong-yeon.”
Do-hyeong spoke to me.
Shifting my gaze at his call, Do-hyeong spoke to me while only looking at his food.
“Is something wrong?”
“…What do you mean?”
“Your expression isn’t good.”
When did that man looking only at his food see my face?
And why isn’t he looking this way?
No, to be precise.
‘Is he not looking at Muyong Youngsoon?’
He couldn’t even direct his gaze over there, truly only looking at his food.
Could it be.
“…Senior, are you shy about—”
“Answer me.”
“Ah, yes.”
It seemed like he really was shy. Or perhaps he was uncomfortable around women.
‘He’s more naive than I thought, that fellow.’
It was unexpected given how masculine his appearance was.
“As for my expression… well.”
He said my expression wasn’t good. Was I really like that? If so, there was only one reason.
“It’s just that my dreams have been a bit unsettling. I was pressed down by sleep paralysis earlier.”
“Sleep paralysis?”
“Yes. I had quite an unpleasant dream.”
As I spoke, I brushed my arm.
Goosebumps had broken out across my skin without my realizing it.
Merely recalling it sent chills down my spine.
That frigid gaze.
Those ravenous eyes.
The overwhelming murderous intent radiating from that expressionless face.
‘What on earth was that?’
What could that possibly have been?
Could it even be called human?
If it truly was human.
‘How old was he?’
How old was that version of Yoo Cheon-gil?
I had already experienced that space once before.
If it was the same last time as it was this time, I could reasonably infer that the entity was Yoo Cheon-gil from the past.
‘But the difference was staggering.’
The atmosphere alone was completely different from the current Yoo Cheon-gil.
His emaciated frame and the aura he emanated were nothing alike.
What had happened, and when, to reduce him to such a state?
Moreover.
‘…I’m supposed to face that?’
Why had he entrusted me with such a monster?
‘There’s no possibility in sight.’
Normally I’d attempt anything, but this had left me unable to even conceive of trying.
Like an ant facing a lion.
That was precisely the sensation.
‘At least there’s one mercy.’
This time, I wasn’t told to win—only to block a single strike.
However.
‘Conversely, that means even blocking one strike will be maddeningly difficult.’
Given that old man’s nature, he would never assign something easy.
It was the same when I first entered the Illusion.
‘How many times was it?’
I died countless times and challenged him countless times.
Only after experiencing innumerable beheadings, as if traversing hell itself, did I finally prevail.
‘…Perhaps I’ll have to do that again.’
My expression twisted involuntarily.
Seeing this, Do-hyeong asked me again.
“Bangseong-yeon. Are you truly alright?”
“…Ah, yes. I’m fine.”
“You seem to have nightmares often.”
“…It happens occasionally.”
It’s not just occasionally—I’m always weighed down by it.
Living alongside that vicious Demon day in and day out only made it worse.
“Is that so?”
Only then did Do-hyeong look at me after hearing my words.
“Then, returning to the main point, you should visit Misa Seonnyeo once.”
“…What?”
Who?
Misa Seonnyeo?
Bewildered by the sudden mention, I looked at Do-hyeong and asked again.
“Who is that?”
I asked Do-hyeong, but the answer came from Cheon Euijin.
“Ah, I know of her. Isn’t she the shaman who’s become famous in Hannam recently?”
“…A shaman?”
It was an irritating word I hadn’t heard in quite some time.
“They say she’s quite skilled.”
“You believe in such things, Elder Brother?”
“Sometimes.”
Do-hyeong nodded at Cheon Euijin’s words.
Seeing that, I asked.
“Do you believe in ghosts and such things, Senior?”
“I think they could exist.”
“Ha.”
I laughed immediately upon hearing that.
“Where in this world would ghosts exist?”
“You don’t believe?”
“No. I don’t believe.”
I mixed in half a lie.
‘I don’t believe.’
Not that I disbelieve in their existence.
I simply don’t believe in their existence.
Ghosts aren’t worthy of belief.
“Still, if you’re truly struggling, go visit her. It wasn’t bad.”
“Have you already visited her, Senior?”
“I have.”
“Oh….”
Intrigued by those words, I asked something else.
“What did the shaman say when she saw you?”
“She said I had no spiritual energy, so ghosts wouldn’t cling to me. That’s why I don’t experience sleep paralysis or such things.”
“Ah, is that so?”
Hearing that, I immediately turned my head away.
My interest plummeted.
‘A charlatan.’
How utterly devoid of mystique.
What about that Guardian Spirit still hovering around?
Sleep paralysis not occurring? Of course not—that Guardian Spirit is attached to me, so no other ghost would dare approach.
‘Tsk.’
Disgust welled up within me.
Even in my past life, I despised fraudulent shamans above all else.
It tormented me that I had to witness them even when I didn’t want to.
These invisible things exploited that reality, profiting from people’s ignorance.
‘There are genuine ones occasionally, I suppose.’
But they were a rare minority.
From Do-hyeong’s words just now, I’d already concluded that this Misa Seonnyeo or whatever was a fake.
“If the opportunity arises, I’ll visit her sometime.”
Still, I added the words out of gratitude for the recommendation.
Then.
“A ghost, you say….”
Muyong Youngsoon, who had been listening quietly to our conversation, murmured softly.
“Hmm.”
She glanced at me while speaking of ghosts.
I ignored that gaze.
I returned to eating my meal with renewed vigor.
No further conversation passed between us.
Just as I finished eating my fill and barely satisfied my hunger.
“You know.”
Muyong Youngsoon spoke to me.
“Yes.”
“Let’s talk for a bit later, shall we?”
“….”
Upon hearing her words, I stopped using my chopsticks.
“It’s time, isn’t it? If you don’t like it….”
Clatter. Muyong Youngsoon’s hand extended toward me.
Her pale fingertips brushed past my eye, grasping something and pulling it away.
It appeared to be a strand of hair that had been stuck to my face.
“You wouldn’t want to have to force yourself to talk with me, would you?”
“….”
The way she spoke while blowing on the strand of hair she held was utterly captivating.
Looking at her face alone, one would think no celestial maiden could compare.
Yet recalling the sinister something dwelling within her made it far from simple.
“…That… Yes. Well….”
“Answer me straight.”
“…I’ll do it later.”
“Fine.”
Muyong Youngsoon smiled brightly.
“When should we do it? Right after we eat?”
“No. That’s a bit difficult.”
I refused firmly. At my words, Muyong Youngsoon’s eyes narrowed.
“Why?”
“I have some matters to attend to.”
“…Matters?”
“Yes. Important ones.”
“What kind of matters?”
“…?”
I tilted my head slightly.
“Must I tell you about that, Miss?”
“…”
My voice had grown cold without my realizing it. It was because I sensed her crossing a line.
Hearing this, Muyong Youngsoon turned her head slightly.
“…There’s no need for that.”
“…”
There it was again. That bitter expression.
Her eyes, which formed a disappointed look, were beautiful.
Watching her, I scratched my cheek before speaking.
“I have business with Miss Dang.”
“…!”
At those words, Muyong Youngsoon’s eyes changed. Her sorrowful gaze lifted sharply.
“…What…? Why?”
“Such things happen. Anyway, I’ve told you now. Let’s meet after that matter is settled.”
I rose to my feet. I’d delivered my message and finished eating, so I had my own tasks to attend to.
“Senior, may I leave first?”
Asking for permission, Do-hyeong nodded.
Seeing that, I walked out of the residence.
I felt a piercing gaze from behind. I wanted to turn around, but I didn’t.
My instincts screamed that looking back now would be a mistake.
“Ahem.”
I let out a dry cough and stepped outside.

* * *
After Bangseong-yeon left, the dining hall fell silent.
Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong sipped their tea without exchanging a single word.
They rarely conversed even on ordinary days, but now they couldn’t manage even the smallest pleasantries.
There was simply nothing one could say.
The atmosphere demanded it.
Then, in that moment.
Crack—!
A harsh sound echoed from across the table.
It came from Muyong Youngsoon’s direction.
Cheon Euijin’s eyes widened the instant he looked at her, wondering what had happened.
“M-Miss…! Your hand…!”
The chopsticks she’d been holding had shattered.
Cheon Euijin spoke urgently, worried a splinter might have pierced her skin.
“Really. How irritating.”
“…”
At the frigid tone that escaped Muyong Youngsoon’s lips, Cheon Euijin’s body went rigid.
Her voice hadn’t been particularly warm before, but now it felt like standing in the depths of winter.
“Miss…?”
“I’ve been patient… but our little raccoon keeps trying to cross the line. Ha.”
Creak.
As she spoke, Muyong Youngsoon rose from her seat.
The two men before her flinched at the sight.
They had no choice. Muyong Youngsoon’s expression was far too terrifying.
Then, in an instant, she erased that expression, painted on a smile, and spoke to them.
“It was lovely dining with you, gentlemen. Shall we meet again next time? I’m afraid I’ve suddenly remembered some urgent business I must attend to.”
“Ah, yes…”
“…”
“…We’re done for…”
Muyong Youngsoon strode briskly out of the room.
After she disappeared, Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin had to rub their arms.
The room had suddenly grown bitterly cold.

* * *
Around the time Muyong Youngsoon was creating winter.
“…What?”
I had come to Dang Yeeran’s residence and was conversing with her.
Upon hearing my words, Dang Yeeran asked with eyes wide as lanterns.
“What did you just say…?”
“Exactly as you heard.”
I spoke to her with a smile.
“Do you remember the favor I asked of you before?”
“A favor, you say….”
“The request for you to forge a sword for me.”
“….”
No answer came, but she would surely remember.
It hadn’t been long ago, and I even knew how joyfully Dang Yeeran had reacted to it.
Recalling that, I spoke to her.
Or rather, to be precise.
“Could you grant that favor to me now?”
My words were directed at the figure behind her.
At Dokjon, who wore an unusually grave expression.

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