The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 141

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 141
The risen moon shines with peculiar brilliance.
Was it merely an illusion that it seemed brighter than usual, as if blessing my return?
‘It’s an illusion. Why would the moon shine brighter just because I’ve arrived?’
My inability to indulge in sentiment remained unchanged.
It was a thought that came to mind while gazing at the moon, yet it held no meaning.
No, the situation itself was one where sentiment was impossible.
‘Damn it, what is the Dragon Phoenix Assembly? What is it?’
The Dragon Phoenix Assembly, of all places. I had thought I would never visit such a place, given my affiliation with the Cheonwol Sect.
‘Suddenly summoned to the Dragon Phoenix Assembly.’
And as the sect’s representative, no less? It was absurd.
What made it worse was the reason behind it.
‘Shin Chang mentioned me?’
Shin Chang, Jeok Ho-myeong.
The current Alliance Master and one of the absolute masters known as Celestial Demons—nearly the only one still active in the present era.
He is known for wielding a spear longer than his own body.
‘As for martial prowess, there’s nothing to debate.’
He rose to become Alliance Master, surpassing Wol Seon-geom, the current Cheonwol Sect Master.
After Yoo Cheon-gil’s death, at a time when no one properly acknowledged who the Heavenly Supreme was,
‘Could he not be called the closest to the Heavenly Supreme?’
Shin Chang could be called the one nearest to supreme mastery.
And for good reason.
‘The Sword Emperor… has publicly vanished.’
Since the Sword Emperor and other Celestial Demons had also disappeared from active service, Shin Chang was the most prominent figure, making it all the more so.
‘So why me?’
That Shin Chang would specifically summon me to the Dragon Phoenix Assembly was something I could not comprehend.
I furrowed my brow and gazed into the void.
“What manner of person is Shin Chang?”
I directed this question toward Yoo Cheon-gil, who drifted in the emptiness—perhaps the one who knew best about this matter.
[Huh? Shin Chang?]
“Yes.”
I thought that since Yoo Cheon-gil had lived in the same era and even fought in the same war, he would surely know well.
[Hmm, well…]
Yoo Cheon-gil paused to consider my question for a moment.
[He’s a madman.]
“…Pardon?”
He offered a rather peculiar answer.
“A madman?”
[Yes, a madman. That fellow was a madman.]
“More so than you, Old Man?”
[Right. He was that much of a madman… Wait, what does that even mean?]
“Oops.”
I let it slip without thinking.
Because I’d misspoken carelessly, Yoo Cheon-gil’s brow furrowed sharply.
The price of failing to restrain my true thoughts.
“…To let such thoughts slip out unguarded….”
[…Just slap some iron plating on your face and lie. What’s with someone who never intended to hold back in the first place.]
“Oops!”
[Stop it.]
“Yes, sir.”
[…Anyway, Shin Chang is a madman.]
“How is he mad?”
[First of all, he’s mad about fighting.]
“Fighting?”
Fighting, you say…?
‘Isn’t that gentleman also the same way?’
Even if what happened earlier was half in jest, at this point it was unclear who was criticizing whom.
[Keep your expression straight.]
“Ahem….”
[Enjoying something and being mad are different. That man is truly mad.]
“….”
Now I’m genuinely curious. What kind of person is he that Yoo Cheon-gil would call him a madman?
[So when Shin Chang became the Alliance Lord, I was quite shocked. Given his temperament, he wasn’t the type to accept such a position, so how did it come to pass.]
“His temperament, you say…?”
[He was eccentric. Taciturn too—unless it involved fighting, he showed little interest in anything, and he couldn’t even comprehend the concept of getting along with someone….]
“….”
Isn’t that just being a loner?
It sounded like his social skills had hit rock bottom.
[Moreover, once he lost his temper, he’d charge forward without looking back, making it troublesome to stop him.]
“He sounds quite dangerous?”
[Exactly. Since he rarely listened to reason, I ended up gouging out his left eye.]
“…Pardon?”
Wait, what did you say?
“…You gouged out his left eye?”
Did I mishear? I think I just heard something I shouldn’t have.
[Hm? What?]
“…You just said something about gouging out his left eye, didn’t you?”
[Ah- that?]
At my question, Yoo Cheon-gil waved his hand dismissively as if it were nothing.
[He kept messing around with trivial things, so I got fed up and beat him a bit.]
“You gouged out his eyes just because you were annoyed…?”
[No, that bastard was the one being irritating first.]
“People don’t normally gouge out someone’s eyes just because they’re annoyed… But why did you do it?”
Still, I thought the situation might make sense if he explained, so I asked for clarification.
But then.
[Ah, his fiancée took a liking to me and kept chasing after me.]
“…What?”
[She pursued me so relentlessly that I decided to play along with her. Then that bastard Shin Chang found out and came charging at me.]
“…I see….”
[Did I say I liked her? She kept pestering me about it, so I gave her a good time. Hehehehe.]
“….”
The further this went, the less I had to say.
How was I even supposed to respond to this?
So basically….
‘…Shin Chang’s fiancée took a liking to Yoo Cheon-gil and kept pursuing him….’
And he readily accepted her affections.
‘Then Shin Chang found out late and fought Yoo Cheon-gil?’
Yoo Cheon-gil not only crushed Shin Chang but also gouged out his left eye?
‘Good grief.’
This was simply.
‘A blood feud…?’
It meant they were absolutely not on good terms.
My fingertips tingled. My right arm, which seemed to have healed by now, strangely felt numb.
With the tingling hand, I swept back my hair and asked Yoo Cheon-gil.
“…Old Man, if I may.”
[Speak.]
“Then Shin Chang calling me wasn’t for a good reason, was it?”
[Hm? What do you mean?]
“…From his perspective, he summoned the disciple of the man who stole his fiancée and took his eye. He wouldn’t have called me for any good reason.”
[….]
Yoo Cheon-gil paused to think at my words.
Then.
[Oh!]
“Oh, damn it.”
He let out a small exclamation and clapped his hands.
…I’m going to lose my mind.
‘Ah, this is definitely….’
It felt like I’d stepped into a mess—a very big mess.

* * *
I pushed aside the uncomfortable feeling and moved forward.
The moon still hung in the sky, and by the hour, it was just past the time of the Pig.
Splash.
I walked through the damp passage without hiding my furrowed brow.
Yoo Cheon-gil, following along as always, approached me with a somewhat sullen expression.
[Come now. Lighten up that face. What’s with a man being so narrow-minded?]
Crunch.
I twisted my face at Yoo Cheon-gil’s words and spoke.
“And whose fault is that?”
[If you’re going to blame someone, isn’t it the one who started the trouble first?]
“No, even so. Why would you accept a woman who already belongs to someone? I’d be angry too.”
[I didn’t even know she had someone back then, you fool. And when a woman comes saying she likes you, accepting her is what makes a man a man.]
“You’re making all the men in the world out to be villains?”
[It’s been a very long time since then. That fellow isn’t as narrow-minded as you, so he’s probably forgotten by now.]
“…Forgotten?”
I would never have forgotten something like that…
“Would you forget something like that, Old Man?”
[I would.]
“Huh?”
[Anyone who did that to me would have died by my hand long ago. Why would I remember?]
“….”
It was truly brutal yet convenient logic.
“But what if the opponent was too strong to kill?”
[Then you fight until you can kill them.]
“So you couldn’t kill them and they disappeared, but then that person’s disciple suddenly appeared?”
[Then I’d think it was fitting and play with them… oh?]
“Damn it.”
I wanted to sand away that annoying expression of realization with sandpaper.
“…Ah, my blood pressure.”
I felt dizzy. What was I supposed to do with this useless old man?
I groaned and bent my thumb, pressing firmly against my temples.
Splash.
Even so, my steps didn’t stop. The narrow, dark passage was still uncomfortable, but with Wol-an present, the darkness held no fear.
Right now, I was inside Yoo Cheon-gil’s snack warehouse—no, the Cheonwol Vault—together with him.
It was to obtain what had been promised in Sichuan.
‘The third space of the Cheonwol Sect.’
According to Dokjon, there were hidden spaces within the Cheonwol Vault.
Hearing this, I asked Yoo Cheon-gil about it.
‘Tsk, that fool Dokjon said something unnecessary.’
He reacted as though I had caught him hiding something.
Had he planned to keep it hidden forever? In truth, it hardly mattered to me.
The reward I had obtained by granting his request back in Sichuan was connected to this.
‘The third chamber of the Cheonwol Vault.’
What Yoo Cheon-gil had mentioned—his promise to give me the treasures stored in that place.
When I expressed skepticism and asked if it was actually money, he insisted it was certainly something I would appreciate.
‘I really can’t bring myself to trust this.’
Still, nothing the old man had given me before had ever been unhelpful, so I decided to take the plunge and enter.
‘…It better not be disappointing.’
With the Shin Chang matter already weighing heavily on my mind, if what I find here is worthless, I truly won’t let it slide.
Click.
I opened the door before me and stepped inside.
A familiar space. I had been here once before.
‘It’s closed.’
The vault door remained sealed, just as it had been on my previous visit.
[Enter the first two chambers the same way as before.]
As soon as I arrived, I heard Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice. Upon hearing it, I drew my blade.
Shing.
With a sharp sound, my divine sword revealed itself.
Being a Mukcheol blade, it appeared even darker as it consumed the shadows around it.
Light flickered across the Wol-an that came to mind. I examined the walls and confirmed the location.
Seeing it, I immediately twisted my waist.
Wolrang spread forth, cleaving through the wall.
Crash—!
Grrrk—! Click—!
As my sword energy grazed the wall, the mechanism activated and the wall opened.
This too was the same as before.
I entered through the opened doorway.
The second chamber.
“…How many of these chambers are there in total?”
[Hmm… how many was it… one, two… ah, there are at least five.]
“…Five?”
Five hidden chambers?
“What secrets do you have that you needed to construct so many?”
[A truly magnificent man naturally has many secrets—]
“…How do I reach the next chamber?”
Since he was about to spout nonsense, I simply cut to the point.
[Tsk.]
Yoo Cheon-gil clicked his tongue, displeased with my reaction.
Then he let out a quiet chuckle.
[Try finding it yourself.]
Damn it.
“Here we go again. This man.”
Why couldn’t he just tell me all at once?
That mischievous expression of his was truly unbearable to witness.
[Where’s the fun if I just tell you?]
“What fun is there in this? If you promised to give it, just give it.”
[I did promise to give it. I never promised to tell you how to get there.]
“Wow. How petty.”
[…What did you say?]
Find the way to the third chamber.
‘Just like last time.’
He keeps pretending it’s just a game.
‘But it’s clear he’s testing me.’
It wasn’t mere jest—there was a definite intention behind it, something he wanted to confirm about me.
Moreover, Yoo Cheon-gil doesn’t even hide this.
‘Tsk.’
I clicked my tongue. Still.
‘The next method….’
I was about to try it again. Whenever Yoo Cheon-gil spoke like this so casually.
‘He gives me tasks because I can accomplish them.’
Whatever it is, he assigns it because it’s something I can resolve.
This time is no different.
I closed my eyes briefly.
To think things through.
‘He was deliberately hiding the hidden chambers.’
Regardless of how many hidden chambers existed, the fact that Yoo Cheon-gil never mentioned them didn’t mean he was unwilling to give them to me.
‘Then there’s only one reason.’
I couldn’t open them yet.
Even if I knew where the chambers were, the probability that he hid them because I couldn’t reach them was clear.
‘But now?’
Back then it was that way, so why mention the third chamber now?
This too was obvious.
‘I couldn’t do it then.’
But I can now.
If I try.
‘What changed after returning from Sichuan?’
There were many things to count, but two were significant.
One was reaching the pinnacle.
The second was.
‘This is it.’
Shhhhhhh–!!
Energy radiates outward from my dantian.
The Cheonwol Heart Technique’s energy rises through my meridians and seeps into my skin. The energy that has seeped through ripples across my shoulders.
Beautiful, luminous energy.
I control it and channel it through my sword this time.
Then.
화아아아아—!!!
[Hahaha!]
Along with Yoo Cheon-gil’s laughter comes the third power of the Cheonwol Sword Dance.
The sword radiance of Gwangwol Seomgyeong blooms forth.
“…Shhh….”
I steady my breathing and open my eyes.
Gwangwol Seomgyeong is a luminous sword radiance. Thus, light bursts forth from the pitch-black darkness, illuminating the surroundings.
This was different from what I saw through Wol-an.
I examine the brightened space from every angle.
“…There it is.”
I move forward toward one of the walls.
Approaching it, I hold my radiant sword like a torch against the surface.
Now it becomes far clearer.
A long, narrow vertical line that wasn’t visible before.
Seeing it, I take my stance.
My sword rises toward the sky.
The sword radiance wavers, leaving its mark.
The moment that mark comes to a stop.
I pour my strength into it.
Cheonwol Sword Dance. Second Form.
Yawol.
I draw down the night.
My sword, radiance blooming, moves along the line I’ve drawn.
At that instant.
Clang–!
차르르르르르륵—!!!
The sound of a mechanism moving echoes from somewhere.
Hearing the sound, I turn my head.
A new door has appeared directly behind me.
[Hahahaha. You absolute madman!!]
Seeing this, Yoo Cheon-gil laughs wildly.
…Is that praise or an insult…?
I couldn’t tell.

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