The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 142

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 142
“Hmm.”
I stared at the open doorway. The gap in the wall was just large enough for a single person to squeeze through.
“Should I go through there?”
[Yes.]
At Yoo Cheon-gil’s confirmation, I nodded and stepped forward, carefully entering the passage.
The moment my feet crossed the threshold—
Whoooosh——!!
“…!”
My eyes widened. The passage suddenly blazed with brilliant light.
What is this?
‘A night-luminous pearl…? No, that’s not it. And it’s definitely not a lantern.’
The wall itself emanates light. It’s not that something is embedded within it.
‘It’s genuinely emitting light on its own.’
I reached out and touched the wall. The texture felt no different from ordinary stone.
Why would it glow so brilliantly?
I examined the wall with fascination, then turned to Yoo Cheon-gil.
I was about to demand an explanation for this phenomenon.
[Wow. What the hell is this?]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s eyes had widened to the size of lanterns as he stared in shock.
No… you’re not supposed to be surprised.
Why are you astonished by your own Bigo?
“…You didn’t know about this?”
[This exists? It shouldn’t exist.]
“Truly? You’re not joking with me?”
[No, I’ve never seen anything like this.]
“…Wait, that can’t be right.”
If Yoo Cheon-gil doesn’t know about this, something is wrong.
The fact that he’s unaware of his own Bigo’s condition—
‘Either he’s never been here before…’
But that made no sense.
‘Or someone came and changed it.’
The walls couldn’t have transformed on their own, so it had to be the work of another person.
‘…Tch.’
Tension coiled within me.
‘Like the first chamber, if this too has been tampered with…’
Doesn’t that mean there’s a problem with the Bigo itself?
The realization filled me with unease.
‘If Yoo Cheon-gil doesn’t know about it, it deviates from Dokjon’s original design.’
Contemplating this, I gazed at the wall. Where could this light possibly be coming from?
Yoo Cheon-gil seemed to share my thoughts as he gazed intently at it.
[Hmm.]
After observing quietly for a moment, he nodded.
[Let’s go for now.]
“Pardon?”
Yoo Cheon-gil asked me to move forward as if it were of little consequence.
“…Shouldn’t we investigate a bit more?”
I pressed further, but Yoo Cheon-gil merely wore a blunt expression.
[We won’t learn anything just by standing here anyway, and even if we investigate, we’ll only know for certain once we go inside. Besides.]
Yoo Cheon-gil continued speaking while picking his nose with his pinky.
[We won’t have gone further than this even after entering. At most, it’ll be the third level.]
“…How can you be so certain?”
[Because that’s how it’s designed.]
It was an inexplicable certainty. Yoo Cheon-gil looked at me with an expression that said there was absolutely no way otherwise.
“…I understand.”
Seeing that, I finally moved forward.
After all, as he said, we would only know for certain once we went inside.
Thus, after walking further and passing through the passage, we soon discovered another door. It appeared to be the exit.
Just as I was about to grab the door handle and pull it open—
I paused.
I stopped for a moment and looked at Yoo Cheon-gil.
[Hmm? What’s wrong?]
“…Is it really safe to pull it?”
I asked, wondering if there might be some kind of trap.
[You worry about pointless things. It’s safe.]
“….”
Only after hearing Yoo Cheon-gil click his tongue in disapproval could I nod.
I grasped the door handle and pulled it open.
Creeeeak—!
The door was heavier than expected, but with a bit of force, it opened without issue.
“….”
I carefully stepped through the opening.
The interior was remarkably bright like the passage, and the light was emanating from the walls here as well.
‘It’s the same all the way here.’
What was going on? I concealed my bewilderment and surveyed my surroundings.
At the same time, I had to open my eyes wide to take in the interior.
“What is this…?”
The modest interior was filled with something.
As I concentrated to understand what it was, I soon realized—
“…These are all jewels.”
The floor was scattered with jewels as far as the eye could see.
Ornaments filled the space as well.
Good heavens.
‘How many pieces are there…?’
I may not know much about ornaments, but I could tell their value was not insignificant.
This was, quite literally.
‘A mountain of gold, silver, and treasures.’
One could call these riches scattered about like a mountain.
[Hehehehe. Quite a lot, isn’t it?]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke with unmistakable pride.
“…When did you accumulate all of this?”
[Rather than when, it’s more that I’ve been collecting what people sent my way, thinking it would please me.]
“…I see.”
So it was a mountain of patronage and bribes.
‘…Indeed.’
Yoo Cheon-gil was the Heavenly Supreme, and with that status came an endless torrent of sponsorships and bribes.
‘So he accepted all of it and buried it here.’
I wondered why he hadn’t bothered to process any of it.
[I found it too tedious to deal with each piece individually, so I just left it all here. Though the quantity is rather substantial. Hehehehe.]
It seemed he had simply been too lazy.
‘…How could such abundance be troublesome?’
I couldn’t comprehend it.
‘If it were me, I would have sold it all immediately for a good price and hoarded the money.’
Perhaps he had no interest in such things?
Regardless, it didn’t matter.
[As I mentioned before, take it with you.]
What mattered was that all of this now belonged to me.
“…Right.”
At Yoo Cheon-gil’s rather indifferent response, I immediately fixed my gaze upon the jewels and ornaments.
Just as he had said in Sichuan, he seemed intent on giving me everything.
‘All of that is mine?’
Mountains of gold, silver, and treasures stacked before me. I licked my lips greedily at the sight.
With desire etched across my face, I approached the pile.
Then I slowly sat down and picked up a single item.
It was a small ring, which I plucked up and held before Yoo Cheon-gil.
“This one will suffice.”
[Huh? What?]
Yoo Cheon-gil furrowed his brow at my words.
Seeing his reaction, I let out a soft chuckle.
“I don’t need the rest. This ring alone is enough.”
[…No.]
Yoo Cheon-gil fell silent for a moment, saying nothing at all.
His face looked as though something had broken.
Then that fleeting moment passed.
[I brought you here because you said you needed something, and now you’re spouting nonsense?]
Yoo Cheon-gil, barely regaining his composure, spoke to me.
[Did my words sound like a jest? I told you to take everything.]
“No, sir. I don’t think you were joking. Besides, I’m being sincere too.”
It’s strange to walk away from all this gold and treasure before me.
But my words were truly sincere.
‘If I say I’m not tempted, that would be a lie.’
How could I not be tempted by such an immense fortune? I was not a person without such desires.
However.
“As I’ve mentioned before, coveting a ghost’s possessions brings nothing but misfortune.”
These are Yoo Cheon-gil’s belongings.
Treasure, no less?
‘…These are exactly the kind of things that invite only calamity.’
Touching them carelessly would lead to disaster.
So this single ring was enough for me.
‘This much is sufficient.’
It was an item that would allow me to slip through without drawing suspicion.
[…You’re a peculiar one, aren’t you? So you’re saying you’ll take all this and keep only that one thing?]
“Yes.”
[Then why did you ask for it in the first place?]
He seemed utterly baffled that I had asked for Bigo’s possessions all the way in Sichuan, only to take a single item.
“As I said, this is all I need. And.”
I spoke to Yoo Cheon-gil without dropping my smile.
“You didn’t bring me here just to give me treasure, did you?”
[….]
Yoo Cheon-gil flinched at my words.
[Ha-!]
Then he burst into laughter.
[Hahahaha-!!!]
His laughter was so loud my ears rang.
[You’re a clever one.]
“Thank you for the compliment.”
True to my words, Yoo Cheon-gil had not brought me here to give me treasure.
‘Knowing that old man’s nature, surely that wasn’t all there was to it.’
The old man gave me troublesome tasks, but he only gave me things that would be of help.
From my perspective, all this gold and treasure here was merely a pretext.
‘An excuse to draw me in.’
He simply tossed it out to make me come, not because he actually needed it.
I thought.
“What was it you meant to give me?”
What’s the real purpose here?
When I asked that, Yoo Cheon-gil’s expression turned somewhat deflated.
[What a boring fellow.]
Since I’d already figured it out, he seemed quite disappointed.
However.
[But why did you choose that of all things?]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke upon seeing the ring I was holding.
“Why? Is this ring valuable?”
I’d just grabbed something at random—was it actually precious?
The ring was a simple jade ring with no distinguishing features.
If anything was unusual, it was that it bore an uncommon violet hue.
[…Hmm….]
At my question, Yoo Cheon-gil tilted his head slightly.
[No, never mind. It doesn’t matter. Take it. But I’d advise against selling it.]
“…Why? What is this?”
What kind of reaction is that to make someone anxious?
[It’s worth quite a bit, so selling it carelessly would cause problems. If you ever decide to sell it, I’ll show you how to do it properly later. For now, just keep it on you.]
“I see… understood.”
It bothered me somewhat, but the explanation made sense, so I decided to let it pass for now.
[Tsk.]
Yoo Cheon-gil clicked his tongue briefly and headed somewhere.
He rummaged through the place where jewels were piled high.
[Come here.]
Yoo Cheon-gil called me over.
[Here. Search through this spot.]
“Here?”
[Yes.]
Yoo Cheon-gil pointed to a location with his hand. Following his instruction, I thrust my hand in and searched earnestly.
As I moved my hand to find something, I continued questioning Yoo Cheon-gil.
“What exactly are you trying to give me? Is it something like Youngsoon again?”
[Ha, you shameless wretch. After consuming so much of it, you still covet Youngsoon?]
“If it’s available, it’s better to have it.”
[Enough of that nonsense. Too much of anything becomes poison. Especially in your case—if you absorb any more here, your dantian will truly suffer damage. You haven’t properly grasped the realm yet, and if your energy only increases, your body will collapse.]
I’d become first-rate after consuming the Great Restoration Pill, and reached the peak with the energy Dokjon left behind.
Since less than ten days had passed in that interval, it was certainly rapid growth.
‘So he’s telling me to refrain for a while.’
Perhaps having too much fortune isn’t always a blessing either.
I had to suppress my laughter at those words.
‘It’s amusing that I have too much fortune.’
For most people, such an opportunity might come once in a lifetime, if at all. Yet here I was, worrying that I had too many of them. It was utterly ridiculous.
“So if it’s not Youngsoon, what exactly are you looking for?”
What am I searching for that I need to be digging through this pile of jewels?
My arms were beginning to ache, so I asked the question.
[It’s a long robe.]
“…A long robe? You’re saying a long robe is in here?”
[That’s right.]
It’s just an outer garment people wear. We’re searching for it here?
“It’s not just any ordinary long robe, is it?”
[Of course not. It’s a magnificent long robe that was once worn by the Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil himself.]
“…Ah, yes.”
[…What’s with that reaction?]
“Oh, it’s nothing… nothing at all.”
[Since it truly is a remarkable item, you should drop that reaction.]
“Just how remarkable is this item?”
[It’s called the White Fang Silent Robe. It was made by mixing the hide and sinew of the spirit beast that ruled White Fang Mountain.]
“Ah?”
Hearing those words, something came to mind.
‘Now that I think about it.’
When the Sword Saint dominated the battlefield, he roamed it like a yaksha, wearing his beloved Manwol and a snow-white long robe.
“Is that the robe you’re referring to?”
[Exactly.]
At my words, Yoo Cheon-gil grins widely.
[It’s like my symbol. If one becomes famous as the Supreme, shouldn’t one wear something like this as they go about?]
“…Hmm.”
I can already envision how troublesome it would be to wear something like that constantly.
‘The old man has a point.’
Such symbolism was indeed necessary for me.
If I was going to use the name Sword Saint, I needed something that would make people think of Yoo Cheon-gil when they saw me.
‘This would be perfect.’
A robe he once wore and that history itself had recorded.
Obtaining it would certainly be a significant advantage.
So I moved my hands diligently through the pile.
Thunk—!
‘Found it.’
My fingertips brushed against something distinctly different.
It was definitely not the texture of jewels or ornaments.
It was soft and delicate.
This was it.
I grasped it firmly and pulled it out.
Clatter—!
Jewels scattered in all directions as something sprang forth from within.
It was exactly as I had anticipated—a beast pelt.
“Found it… huh?”
[Oh! Finally… what?]
Both Yoo Cheon-gil and I froze upon examining the pelt.
It was indeed a beast pelt. Unmistakably a pelt, but….
‘Black?’
Contrary to what was known, this pelt was woven not from white fur, but from black fur.
Moreover, the embroidered pattern on the fabric was absolutely not something Yoo Cheon-gil would have used.
“…Old Man. This….”
Embroidery delicately stitched in the shape of a flower bud.
In all of the Central Plains, only one place used such exquisite patterns.
“Isn’t this the Hwasan Sect’s emblem…?”
One of the Nine Major Sects, and the place known as the Sword of Shaanxi.
It was the emblem of the Great Hwasan Sect.

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