The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 151

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 151
“You did well.”
“…What?”
I couldn’t help but wear a bewildered expression at Wol Seon-geom’s sudden praise.
Did I hear that correctly just now?
‘He said I did well…?’
At Wol Seon-geom’s words, I nearly frowned without thinking.
Did that comment fit the current situation? His praise left me considerably flustered.
I performed well in the martial bout. Strictly speaking, it’s the kind of praise a Moonju would give, but using it in this situation feels extraordinarily awkward.
And for good reason.
‘I’ve just beaten his daughter to a pulp.’
Wol Muhui, Cheonhye-in.
I, the rising star and banner of the Cheonwol Sect, had reduced Wol Seon-geom’s daughter to a bloody mess.
‘Is that the right reaction?’
I was considerably taken aback by Wol Seon-geom telling me I did well the moment he saw me.
‘Could it be some kind of sarcasm?’
I wondered if he was praising me while actually mocking me, but looking at his expression, that didn’t seem to be the case.
Wol Seon-geom was smiling faintly.
There was no hint of displeasure or negative emotion in that smile.
“…You say I did well?”
So I questioned him again.
“Yes.”
Wol Seon-geom nodded calmly and spoke to me.
“It was far better than expected. Quite surprising.”
“…Thank… you.”
It seemed he was being genuine.
…Is this man truly in his right mind?
‘I beat his daughter like that, and he’s saying I did well?’
It wasn’t just a beating—I apparently went absolutely wild on her.
From what I heard, I drove my fist into her solar plexus and shattered her nose. And he’s praising me for that?
‘I knew he wasn’t normal.’
But he seems far stranger than I thought.
Then.
“However.”
Wol Seon-geom’s expression suddenly turned serious as he spoke.
“I trust you’re aware that the finishing blow during the bout was somewhat excessive. What are your thoughts on this?”
“….”
Upon hearing his words, I swallowed dryly. It felt like tiny needles were pricking my skin.
The atmosphere had shifted in an instant.
“…Yes. I think so as well.”
That was a bit excessive.
I even heard you nearly killed an unconscious girl.
There’s a limit to how well this can be glossed over.
‘…This is driving me mad.’
I spoke of it as if it were someone else’s problem, but it was my own affair.
My body stiffened slightly from the tension.
I was worried about what Wol Seon-geom would say next.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“I see.”
“…?”
“….”
“….”
Remarkably, that conversation ended there. He didn’t reproach me further.
Satisfied with my acknowledgment, he offered nothing more.
What is this?
What kind of person is he? I thought I had grasped him to some degree, but now it seemed I was nowhere close.
‘He’s truly an unusual man.’
Perhaps normal people cannot serve as Moonju of Cheongwol Sect.
Or perhaps only such peculiar individuals are selected to become Moonju.
Whether it was the previous Moonju or this one, both were equally strange.
“If I may ask…what was the reason you called for me?”
If it wasn’t to scold me, then what was the purpose?
At my question, Wol Seon-geom’s gaze turned toward me.
“Did I not just say it?”
“Pardon?”
“That you did well.”
“…Ah…?”
In other words.
“You called me to praise me?”
“Correct.”
“…Ah, I see.”
He had called me simply to say I had done well.
“Thank you….”
Nod.
Wol Seon-geom nodded at my words of gratitude. Was that truly the end of it?
“….”
“….”
Seeing only silence pass between us, it appeared this was indeed the end.
How could he be like this? I knew he was peculiar, but I never expected it to this degree.
If things are like this, can I just leave?
The moment that question crossed my mind.
“Ah.”
Suddenly, I remembered something I needed to tell Wol Seon-geom.
“Excuse me, Moonju.”
At my words, Wol Seon-geom simply looked at me again.
It seemed like he was telling me to speak.
“It’s shameless of me to ask, but there’s one thing I’d like to request.”
“A request?”
“Yes.”
As it happened, I had one matter to discuss with Wol Seon-geom.
“Could you write a single letter of introduction to the Hwasan Sect?”
At my words, Wol Seon-geom’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“…Hwasan, you say?”
“Yes. It seems the Hwasan Sect will also participate in this Yongbong Conference… and I have some matters to discuss with them.”
“Matters? What kind?”
“It concerns a keepsake of my master that I possess.”
“…!”
When I mentioned the Sword Saint’s keepsake, Wol Seon-geom’s eyes widened.
“To be precise, what I have belongs to the Hwasan Sect, while what they possess is my master’s keepsake.”
“….”
I was referring to the Black Night Robe.
Honestly, it was something I wanted to handle quietly on my own, but there were too many complications with that approach.
‘For one, it’s questionable whether they’d hand it over just because I asked.’
What they took was, borrowing Yoo Cheon-gil’s words, something like their own symbol.
Conversely, what I possessed was likely an item with deep symbolic significance to Hwasan.
Since I held it, simply proposing an exchange outright could be somewhat dangerous.
‘In situations like this, it’s best to be honest and borrow a name.’
I needed to transform this from a personal transaction into a sectional one.
‘Rather than it being something Geomseong’s Predecessor possessed, I’m requesting an exchange for what the Cheonwol Sect has been safeguarding.’
That would change the nature of the matter entirely.
Which is why I made a formal request to Wol Seon-geom.
“So the Hwasan Sect holds that person’s belongings.”
“Yes. According to my master’s dying words, they exchanged items long ago after making a promise to do so. Given how circumstances have unfolded, it seems I need to retrieve it now.”
“…Hmm.”
A question arose in Wol Seon-geom’s expression as he listened.
“Why are you only mentioning this now?”
Why didn’t you say this from the beginning, and why only now?
It was a fair question. Moreover, I had anticipated he would ask this.
I had prepared an answer for this matter.
“I was uncertain whether the Cheonwol Gate was a trustworthy entity.”
“…!”
I spoke plainly.
I was uncertain whether the Cheonwol Gate was a place worthy of trust.
My unguarded words carried two meanings.
One was.
‘An excuse and explanation I could only offer because I was an outsider.’
And the other was.
‘A test.’
I was testing Wol Seon-geom.
I did not trust the Cheonwol Gate.
I needed to observe Wol Seon-geom’s reaction to these words.
‘Indeed.’
Were you involved in Yoo Cheon-gil’s death?
If he inferred that Yoo Cheon-gil’s death was connected to my distrust of the Cheonwol Gate, he could have shown even the slightest reaction.
And if that happened.
‘There would be a high probability that Wol Seon-geom was deeply involved in that matter.’
Either way, it was possible that Wol Seon-geom was also implicated.
After speaking, I studied his face.
He appeared to be contemplating something, and not long after.
“I see. I understand.”
He ended his response by nodding his head as if he accepted my explanation.
‘…Hmm.’
Watching him, I concealed a faint sense of disappointment within.
‘It’s ambiguous.’
His reaction was difficult to interpret as true or false.
It seemed unlikely, at first glance.
‘But I cannot yet be certain.’
I could not be sure.
“I will send a letter to the Hwasan Sect regarding this matter.”
“…Thank you.”
I bowed my head and offered my gratitude.
After that, we did not continue our conversation.
There were things I could have said if I searched for them.
“I shall take my leave now.”
“Very well.”
My mind was becoming somewhat complicated, so I wanted to leave for now.

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After leaving Moonju’s residence, I walked slowly down the path, gnawing at the tip of my thumb with my teeth.
‘It’s ambiguous.’
And I recalled what had just transpired.
‘Could Wol Seon-geom be uninvolved?’
He was the one I’d assigned the highest probability to as Yoo Cheon-gil’s killer.
Based solely on his reaction just now, the likelihood he wasn’t involved had increased somewhat.
‘It’s too early to judge based on just this.’
It was something I needed to think through more deeply.
So there I was, groaning and turning the matter over in my mind repeatedly.
‘That damnable old man doesn’t seem interested at all.’
Yoo Cheon-gil, the person directly involved in this matter, said nothing and merely drifted through the void.
‘Damn it.’
I was infuriated.
If he himself was so indifferent, shouldn’t I also be free to ignore it?
‘But I can’t.’
If this murder was real, I couldn’t afford to ignore it.
If the killer existed within the Cheonwol Sect, I would be quite the thorn in their side.
‘Regardless of what reason they had for killing the Sword Saint.’
The mere fact that his successor had appeared would be problematic.
‘They might be targeting me.’
They could approach and eliminate me before things became troublesome.
Knowing this all too well, I needed to investigate this aspect somehow.
‘Yet this man doesn’t even care where his attention is wandering.’
Yoo Cheon-gil, the actual person involved, had been lost in thought since earlier, saying nothing.
How could he be like this?
‘Does he trust that I’ll handle it myself?’
Since I know that inaction would threaten his safety.
Perhaps he thinks I’ll handle it on my own.
‘…Given that old man’s personality, it’s entirely possible.’
Considering his cunning nature, it was more than feasible.
‘How irritating.’
Who was I to blame?
It was my own fault for joining hands with that demon to survive.
‘When will I ever be free of this?’
I’ve reached the pinnacle. Since that old man holds my lifeline, I have no choice but to move-
I stopped.
Mid-thought, I halted my steps.
‘Is it really unavoidable?’
The question arose as I reflected on it.
Am I really reluctant about this, yet forcing myself to do it anyway?
‘….’
Thinking about it, the answer came to me rather absurdly quickly.
Because if I’m being forced, that wasn’t quite right.
‘I’m doing this because I have something to gain too.’
According to Yoo Cheon-gil’s words, there’s much to be gained.
Knowing that, I’m moving forward.
To call this forced would itself be a lie.
“Sigh.”
I exhaled a breath. Then Yoo Cheon-gil reacted.
[Ah, child. What’s wrong?]
“…It’s nothing. I’ve simply come to understand my situation more clearly.”
[Hmm?]
Finding my response odd, Yoo Cheon-gil tilted his head, but I said nothing more and simply continued walking.
Regardless, finishing what needed to be done was the priority.
After walking a bit further, it wasn’t long before I reached my destination.
It was a place I’d visited just yesterday.
“Ah, fortunately you’re here.”
As I entered, I saw someone notice me and flinch in surprise.
A giant of a man who easily stood over seven feet tall.
“Good morning.”
I smiled and spoke to him.
“Daeju.”
“….”
Seeing my smile, Sochul Daeju averted his gaze with evident displeasure.
Following his gaze, I continued speaking.
“We have something to discuss, don’t we?”
Crunch.
Sochul Daeju ground his teeth harshly.
His expression clearly bore the mark of indignation.

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