The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 128

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 128
Screech—!!
Sparks flew from the blade’s edge. The impact drove my body backward. It was a formidable force.
However, since I had shifted half a step and twisted my upper body, I slid back while turning slightly.
Thanks to this, my body naturally rotated to deflect the blow.
The incoming force slid along the angled flat of my blade and dissipated.
Clang—!
My attacker moved to the side to evade the deflected strike, and I wrapped my spiritual energy around my blade without hesitation, ready to counterattack.
Just as I was about to execute a sword technique.
“…What?”
I had to stop the moment I saw my attacker’s face.
“…Moo-jeong?”
At my words, the middle-aged man who had attacked me dropped to one knee with a thud.
“Please forgive my rudeness.”
He lowered his head deeply while keeping his sword on the ground.
I furrowed my brow at the sight of him.
He was someone I had encountered a few times in Yeolyeong.
To be precise, he was Muyong Youngsoon’s bodyguard.
Why would such a person ambush me?
The reason was obvious as daylight. So I furrowed my brow and looked toward somewhere.
It was the entrance to the Training Hall, and sure enough, a woman stood there with her back against the wall, watching me.
“What in the world are you doing?”
I asked while sheathing my drawn blade.
“…You really blocked it?”
Muyong Youngsoon said this to me with some surprise, and I could only let out a hollow laugh in response.
Then.
“Hey.”
I spoke to her with an expressionless face.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“I’ll apologize. There was something I wanted to confirm.”
“Confirmation my ass.”
Thud. I turned and walked toward Muyong Youngsoon.
“What do you take people for? I’m already frustrated enough as it is.”
With so much pent up recently, I couldn’t let this slide. Especially not with her.
“….”
Muyong Youngsoon simply watched me with darkened eyes.
Normally I would have exercised restraint, but this time I couldn’t.
“Hey.”
“Yes.”
“I clearly told you before I left Yeolyeong.”
It was winter, and it was one of those days when Muyong Youngsoon visited me on her periodic schedule.
“Stop clinging to me so annoyingly. No matter what you do, I won’t be watching you.”
“….”
Upon hearing those words, the corners of Muyong Youngsoon’s eyes twitched.
When she heard those words back then, Muyong Youngsoon had spoken to me with reddened eyes.
‘Can’t you just look at me a little…?’
Faced with that pitiful expression, I had relented back then.
“And I told you not to cross the line either. So what is this?”
But now was different.
“Why did you have to annoy me by coming all the way to Sichuan?”
I had much to do and countless matters demanding my attention.
Fortunately, I had managed to endure thus far, but I had no spare energy for this.
“Why did you do it?”
I suppressed the urge to raise my voice and asked for her reason.
“I wanted to verify if the rumors were true.”
Youngsoon answered to that.
“Verify? Whether I’ve truly grown stronger or not?”
The Sword Saint. Dokuou had said he killed him, yet I had slain an absolute master that even Dokuou could not kill.
I had saved both Dokuou and the Dang Clan.
That was the baseless rumor about me now spreading slightly within Sichuan.
The exaggerated and inflated rumors were laughable just to hear.
An absolute master? A being even Dokuou couldn’t kill?
How could that be. He wasn’t a monster to that degree.
Or was he?
‘He is a monster, but….’
Since I hadn’t killed him myself, I felt no particular satisfaction.
If there was any sentiment to be had,
‘It was that I could subdue such a being with my own body.’
I learned that it all depended on how well one could control one’s physical form.
This was something I experienced painfully in Yeolyeong.
‘…I really thought I was losing my mind.’
I died several times before I could awaken the Sword Force.
And after awakening the Sword Force, how many more times did I die?
It was a span of time where I gave up counting.
‘And the condition was merely to block a single strike.’
I would manifest my Sword Force to block my opponent’s Sword Force.
Just to fulfill that single condition, I clung to it, and I cannot count how many times I glimpsed hell for failing to achieve it.
In the end, I did accomplish it, but what I gained from it was trivial.
‘Just the ability to move slightly faster.’
Even at the same realm and with the same body, the power and speed one could display differed.
I had to recognize it.
I had to draw out the maximum strength and speed my body could produce.
That spirit dream was a battle of whether one could recognize it or not.
So what Yoo Cheon-gil wanted to teach me there wasn’t simply that even an unperfected body could use Sword Force,
‘How maximally one could utilize their body.’
I suspected that was what he wanted to teach me.
‘Anyway.’
This wasn’t important right now, so I’d move past it.
“Are you satisfied now? Is this confirmation enough for you?”
“….”
I shot the words at Muyong Youngsoon.
“I’ll take some responsibility since I avoided the conversation, so I’ll be somewhat lenient.”
I spoke without smoothing the furrow from my brow.
“But at least you shouldn’t have used such a ridiculous method-”
“Who?”
“What?”
Muyong Youngsoon cut off my words.
Who? What was she suddenly talking about?
“What do you mean?”
I asked her back, but Youngsoon didn’t answer and was busy looking around.
After scanning the surroundings for a while, she looked at me with eyes that had grown considerably colder.
“What do you see this time?”
“….”
“Who did this to you?”
[Huh?]
Yoo Cheon-gil was flustered by Youngsoon’s words.
[What? Can that young girl see it too?]
His words carried such ominous weight that Yoo Cheon-gil seemed worried. If she could see, there would be more than one or two problems-
[Then I should switch over to her right now! That young girl is better than some hairy man anyway!]
“….”
This crazy old man. What am I supposed to do about this?
I barely held back the sigh that was about to escape.
If I let it out like this, it would obviously show, so I held it in for a moment and exhaled a shallow breath.
“Sigh….”
I exhaled softly, brushed back my hair, and called out to Youngsoon.
“Youngsoon.”
“….”
At the sound of her name, a cross-shaped vein appeared on Muyong Youngsoon’s brow, but unlike before, she didn’t get angry.
I could feel her restraint.
“I told you before. It’s not like that.”
“You’re lying.”
Youngsoon cut off my words with conviction.
“You’re entangled in something. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be acting like this.”
“…What makes you so certain?”
“Because you’re not the kind of person to do this.”
“Don’t presume to judge me. What do you think you know about me?”
“I know. I’ve watched you for years—how could I not?”
At those words, I let out an involuntary laugh.
“A mere few years reveals nothing.”
At most, a few years.
And not even every single day without exception. Just brief moments under the guise of an engagement.
Fleeting instants under the guise of a broken engagement.
After that.
“What could you possibly see through eyes clouded by your own lingering attachments and obsessions? You understand nothing.”
“…”
“Whatever you think, it’s all meaningless and futile. So stop now.”
“…Stop?”
Muyong Youngsoon’s petal-like lips pressed together at my words.
Emotions surfaced with rare, raw clarity.
Then.
Whoosh—!
“…!”
Suddenly, Muyong Youngsoon loosened her collar, exposing her collarbone.
“What the hell are you doing…!”
Confused by her sudden action, I reached out to pull her garment closed.
“Then why did you save me?”
“…”
I paused, staring at the deep scar along her collarbone.
I knew all too well why it was there.
“If you saved me, you have to take responsibility.”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
I was at a loss for words.
“Are you saying I should take responsibility because you have a scar on your body and won’t be able to marry?”
“No.”
Youngsoon shook her head, indicating that wasn’t what she meant.
“Would I really be unable to marry just because of this scar? I’m beautiful. Extremely beautiful. A mark like this is nothing compared to my beauty.”
“…”
She was right, yet it irritated me considerably.
Especially because I’d heard those words before from somewhere.
“Isn’t she beautiful?”
That was how the mad woman from the Cheonwol Sect described herself.
‘…Is this a trait of theirs?’
Both had similar atmospheres, and their words were equally alike.
What made it worse was the unshakeable confidence behind it all.
“Who are you thinking of right now?”
“…What do you mean? I was just sitting here in disbelief.”
“Your eyes said you were thinking of another woman.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Her perception was damnably sharp.
“And so what if I did? It’s been over between us for ages anyway.”
“Right. It’s over.”
Nearly a decade had passed since the engagement was broken.
By now, she was practically a stranger. Not that she ever was anything else to begin with.
“So drop it and move on. You said yourself I shouldn’t take responsibility for a scar, so why are you still doing this?”
This scar had appeared right after the engagement was broken.
It had formed during the aftermath of some wretched incident, during the cleanup process.
It was also the root cause of Muyong Youngsoon’s obsession with me.
“Whatever you want from me, I can’t give it to you, and I have no intention of trying. Have you forgotten why I fled?”
“That’s exactly it—why did you run away so cowardly? If you were going to face it, you should have done it properly.”
“Properly my ass. This woman is truly ridiculous.”
I wrinkled my nose and spoke to Youngsoon.
“You had our household servants spy on me, didn’t you? You tried to bribe my brother with money to scheme against me, didn’t you? And that’s not even counting the other things—how many more are there?”
I was utterly fed up.
Back home, they had helped with her schemes, hoping I might become engaged to the Muyong clan again.
Unable to bear that sight any longer, I had to flee.
That was why I left for Anhui.
‘I tried so hard not to be discovered in the end.’
I had reached an agreement with my father, and had secretly aligned my words with the Muyong Clan Leader.
And yet.
‘They both betrayed me?’
Had these men lost their minds?
I had done so much for them when I left.
My teeth ground together involuntarily.
“Just thinking about it back then makes my blood boil—what am I supposed to do with you?”
“Isn’t that enough to accept?”
“What kind of shameless thing is that to say?”
I had no idea how many layers of thick skin she had.
“I will absolutely not do this. Not now, not ever. So stop pestering me and leave, please. Before I send a letter to your father right this instant.”
I threw the words at her with all the emotion I could muster.
Upon hearing those words, Muyong Youngsoon pressed her lips firmly shut.
Her lowered eyes trembled at the corners.
Seeing that, I clicked my tongue softly and moved.
Then I suddenly spoke to Muyong Youngsoon.
“Don’t harbor any expectations of me. What you’re doing isn’t some beautiful emotion like love or affection.”
I didn’t view Muyong Youngsoon’s actions favorably.
The reason I didn’t respect her and deliberately refused to accept her was simple.
“Don’t seek your mother who has returned to me through me.”
I understood that the root of her emotions was longing.
At the mention of her mother, Muyong Youngsoon’s shoulders trembled slightly.
Observing that briefly, I uttered my final words.
“Then, Moryong Sojeo. I shall take my leave now. Since there was rudeness on your part, I trust you will be more careful going forward.”
I reverted to formal speech. It meant I would say nothing more on this matter.
I walked out of the Training Hall as it was.
The moment I stepped outside, Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me as if he’d been waiting.
[Can’t you see that child?]
It seemed Muyong Youngsoon’s words had caught his attention.
“I cannot see her. Please don’t worry.”
[…What a shame.]
“…Was it regret rather than worry?”
[It’s a jest. Half of it.]
So the other half was genuine.
[So then, what was the matter?]
“…It’s nothing much. Just something that happened due to my mistake.”
[A mistake?]
“Yes.”
Yes, it was a mistake.
Seeing her mother’s soul when I was young.
Succumbing to the desperation of her pleading for her daughter’s life.
Because of that, meddling unnecessarily and saving Youngsoon.
And thus.
‘That child trying to see her mother through me.’
All of it stemmed from my mistakes.

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