The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 150

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 150
My foggy consciousness gradually returned.
A strange sensation filled my body as it drifted weightlessly.
Glub, glub.
Oxygen escaped from my lips, creating bubbles.
Feeling this, I opened my eyes wide.
I was underwater. Why was I suddenly in such a place? My mind snapped into focus, and my senses heightened in alarm.
Cold.
That was the first sensation I felt.
A biting, piercing cold. I was trapped in frigid water.
‘What is this?’
I thrashed about, moving my body frantically through the water.
The problem was.
‘I can’t see anything.’
Nothing was visible. Though I sensed I was underwater, my vision was blocked by nothing but oppressive darkness.
‘What is this?’
Where was I?
How had I awakened in such a dark, murky place?
And worse.
‘Gasp—!’
Unable to breathe, my lungs began to burn.
‘What on earth…’
What was happening? I grabbed my throat desperately with both hands.
I wanted to escape somehow, but it wasn’t easy.
What do I do? How do I get out of this?
‘…Where is the Old Man…?’
Where had Yoo Cheon-gil gone?
I wanted to call out, but no sound came from my throat.
Damn it.
Was I going to die like this? My consciousness frayed as my lungs screamed for air.
Whoosh.
‘…!’
Suddenly, something appeared before me.
Two crimson lights emerged in the darkness.
I focused my gaze on what had appeared so unexpectedly. What was that?
And it wasn’t content to merely appear—it drew steadily closer.
What is it? Why is it approaching me?
Even as I questioned it, an inexplicable sensation crawled up my spine.
Shiver.
My entire back bristled with dread. Facing those crimson lights, an overwhelming sense of terror washed over me.
It wasn’t long before the light drew closer.
‘Ah…?’
I finally understood what that light was.
It wasn’t light at all.
‘It’s a gaze.’
Someone’s eyes. Specifically, a pair of crimson irises burning with intensity.
‘Who is it?’
Who in this place would stare at me with such a murderous gaze?
The crimson eyes drew closer without so much as a blink, finally stopping a few paces away from me.
Even then, I couldn’t see their form.
All I could perceive were those eyes.
‘What is this?’
What could it be? Did the owner of those eyes drag me to this place?
If so, for what reason?
What purpose could there be in bringing me here? Even as I questioned this, another peculiar emotion stirred beneath the fear I felt.
It was.
‘Familiarity.’
As if I’d seen those eyes somewhere before. A sense of recognition bloomed in the depths of my mind.
Where had I seen those eyes?
Where had I encountered them before?
I couldn’t remember. They felt familiar, yet the memory eluded me.
‘…That can’t be.’
I rarely forgot anything I’d seen once, yet I couldn’t recall such strange eyes?
It was absurd.
Gurgle.
‘Cough!’
In that moment, my breathing twisted painfully.
I was reaching my limit.
At this rate, I truly felt I would die.
‘What should I do?’
Was there any way out?
I desperately racked my mind for solutions, but in this situation, there seemed to be none.
So I could only gasp and struggle helplessly in agony.
Whoosh.
The crimson eyes before me moved slowly.
They wavered as they gazed at me gently.
-…Gil.
They whispered something to me.
‘…What?’
Through the pain, I focused on that voice.
It wasn’t of my own volition. The moment I heard the sound, my consciousness was drawn inexorably toward it.
My breath caught in my throat, and my mind began to fracture.
Then a voice pierced directly into my ears.
-Do not trust Yoo Cheon-gil.
-Trust him too much and you will fall.
With those words.
My consciousness shattered completely into agony.

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“Gasp!”
I jolted upright, gasping for air that wasn’t there.
“Huff… huff…”
I breathed heavily and roughly, as though desperate to reclaim the breath I had been denied. The tension drained from my body, and heat rose with it.
With trembling eyes, I looked down at my hands.
My palms were drenched in sweat. With equally shaking hands, I wiped my forehead.
My forehead too was slick with perspiration.
That wasn’t all. My entire body was already soaked through with sweat.
“…Huff… huff…”
I forced my breathing to steady and recalled what had just transpired.
“Was it a dream…?”
Had what I just experienced truly been nothing more than a dream?
‘Of course.’
Why would my body be submerged in waters I had never once seen before?
By any reasonable logic, I should have awakened immediately.
‘…I couldn’t properly perceive it.’
I had failed to recognize it while within that realm.
How long had it been since such a thing occurred?
‘If that’s the case, then it wasn’t merely a dream.’
Even a spirit dream would have been easy enough to discern.
A nightmare potent enough to cloud my very perception itself.
‘What is this?’
I furrowed my brow and methodically retraced recent events one by one.
Nightmares of that caliber were invariably connected to demons.
And only those of considerable rank at that.
‘I haven’t entangled myself with any demons.’
There had been no recent occasion for such entanglement. Despite my vigilance, how could I have become involved with a demon?
At least, I had no recollection of it.
‘Then what exactly is this?’
Where could this problem have originated?
And yet.
‘…What was that last thing about?’
Do not trust Yoo Cheon-gil too much.
Those were the words spat out by those incomprehensible crimson eyes.
‘If that’s the case, then he’s connected to the Old Man somehow?’
As I was furrowing my brow at such thoughts.
[You’ve awakened.]
“…!”
I lifted my gaze. Yoo Cheon-gil was lying on the ceiling, looking down at me.
“…You were awake?”
[Yes.]
“…”
Perhaps because of what had just happened, looking at Yoo Cheon-gil felt slightly uncomfortable.
[Why are you like that?]
“It’s nothing. I just had a strange dream.”
I sat up. My body was drenched in sweat, leaving me feeling utterly sticky. I needed to address this first.
Just as I was about to move outside.
“…Ah.”
My dazed mind cleared as I looked at Yoo Cheon-gil.
Now that I think about it.
“…How did this happen?”
Shouldn’t I not be able to get up like this right now?
I was clearly in the middle of the Soweol Jeon test.
Moreover, I was sparring with Cheonhye-in.
‘Why…’
Did I wake up in my own bed?
Feeling a sense of incongruity, the situation from that moment came flooding back.
“…That wasn’t you, was it? Old Man?”
[…]
The entity that had entered my body.
It wasn’t Yoo Cheon-gil. I remember clearly. The moment I was possessed, Yoo Cheon-gil was looking at me from outside with a bewildered expression.
[That’s right. It wasn’t me.]
“…Then what on earth was it? What happened?”
If it wasn’t Yoo Cheon-gil, then some guy suddenly entered my body?
[Hmm… Well, I’m not entirely sure about that either.]
I furrowed my brow at Yoo Cheon-gil’s words.
‘Not entirely sure?’
It wasn’t strange that he didn’t know.
‘But the tone of his response…’
Yoo Cheon-gil’s reaction was peculiar. Rather than simply not knowing, his expression seemed oddly evasive.
What was this? Why was he acting that way?
At this inexplicable reaction, words I’d heard without realizing it surfaced in my mind.
‘Don’t trust Yoo Cheon-gil too much.’
“….”
I shook my head, pushing the thought away, and asked Yoo Cheon-gil.
“Then what about the duel? What happened to the duel?”
Another person had entered my body. It was quite unsettling and strange, but separate from that—what happened to the duel? That mattered more to me, and hearing my question, Yoo Cheon-gil responded with a somewhat reluctant expression.
[Go outside and see for yourself. Then you’ll understand.]
“…What?”
Go outside?
I tilted my head and frowned.
He nodded while frowning.

I followed his words and stepped outside. Besides, I needed to wash off the sweat-soaked body anyway, and there were things I needed to do.
Not long after I emerged, I understood the meaning behind Yoo Cheon-gil’s words.
‘…What is this….’
I changed clothes and began moving.
Walking through the familiar paths of the Cheonwol Sect, I felt eyes watching me from all directions.
As I walked, I inevitably had to pass through the Training Hall, and the martial artists in that vast open field froze the moment I appeared.
Every single one of them did.
They appeared to be the Three Disciples of the Cheonwol Sect.
At the same time, the Second Disciple who had been instructing them startled upon seeing me.
Intense tension settled across his face.
Then.
“Everyone-!”
He shouted loudly to the Three Disciples.
“Show proper respect to Sabaek-nim.”
“…What?”
“We greet Sabaek-nim…!”
At the Second Disciple’s words, all three disciples bowed respectfully to me.
I had to suppress my bewilderment at their formal salute.
‘Why are they like this…?’
Confused, I waved my hand dismissively anyway.
“…Please, don’t mind me. Continue with what you were doing.”
“No, that’s…. How could we….”
“Really, it’s fine.”
Being treated this way made me even more uncomfortable.
Why were they acting like this?
Irritated, I left the area.
After that, I hurriedly moved through the grounds.
After that, he hurriedly moved through the streets.
Every time I moved, the reactions of those around me were far from ordinary.
Some gasped upon seeing me, others showed subtle fear.
And some gazed with admiration in their eyes.
‘…What the hell?’
Why are these people acting like this? I woke up and everything looked different, so I tried to understand the situation.
“…So basically.”
Here’s what happened.
“I apparently beat Cheonhye-in to a pulp? Until she was nothing but a bloody mess. And I did it with my fists, not a sword?”
Unlike the beginning when I was getting pummeled, apparently I suddenly grabbed Cheonhye-in mid-fight and beat her mercilessly.
And it wasn’t just beating her—I apparently treated her like a toy, smashing her around here and there.
The brutality and ferocity of it all shocked everyone, or so they say.
‘…Me?’
And I defeated Cheonhye-in without even drawing my sword.
Cheonhye-in, known to possess the most exceptional talent in Cheonwol Gate’s history since the Sword Saint.
She was also known to have superior talent among the Seven Prodigies, yet I beat her without drawing my sword.
‘…I proved it, didn’t I.’
Among the rumors about me, there was talk that I was a monster incomparable to the Seven Prodigies.
That rumor wasn’t baseless, and moreover, I ended the heated debate about whether I was truly the Sword Saint’s Predecessor with just one fight.
‘And I tried to kill her?’
Apparently, I grabbed Cheonhye-in, who had already lost consciousness during the match, and tried to kill her.
And it was Wol Seon-geom, the Sect Leader himself, who stopped me.
‘…Insane.’
I was shocked hearing this.
So what they’re saying is, I beat his daughter to a pulp and tried to kill her, and her father Wol Seon-geom had to stop me?
In other words.
‘I’m completely screwed?’
In a word, I’m done for.
‘…Who the hell is this bastard.’
What kind of person is he really? Where did he come from to meddle and make things this bad?
And you know what’s even more ridiculous?
‘After causing all that trouble, he didn’t even watch the rest of the Soweol Jeon and just went back to his residence to sleep.’
The event wasn’t even over, but he just left and went to bed.
Thanks to that, I’m now treated as a complete lunatic that even the Sect Leader can’t handle.
‘He’s not human.’
How could someone treat a person like this?
[Tsk tsk tsk. What’s the problem? I lived like that often in my younger days, and there were no issues whatsoever.]
How proud of him.
‘Rot in hell.’
How shocking must it have been for people to flinch every time I passed by?
It would be fortunate if they only flinched, but some even looked at me with rather fearful eyes.
Is this really okay?
Just as I was about to continue walking with a sigh.
“Um… Sabaek-nim.”
“…Ah.”
Out of habit, I was about to speak, thinking someone else was about to show me respect.
But it was one of the Three Disciples who approached me, trembling with fear.
He spoke to me with his entire body tense.
“…The Sect Leader is looking for you.”
“…”
Those words felt
far more terrifying than being summoned to slaughter.
‘…I’m done for.’
I felt tears welling up despite myself.

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Thus, I arrived at the Sect Leader’s Chamber, burdened with countless worries.
Contrary to what I had anticipated would be a grim atmosphere, I found myself facing an entirely unexpected situation.
“I watched your match. You performed well.”
“…Pardon?”
I had braced myself for the worst possible scenario.
Yet surprisingly, Wol Seon-geom offered praise to the man who had beaten his daughter’s face into a pulp.

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