The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 156

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 156
[으아아아아아앙—!!!]
The Spirit was dangling from Yoo Cheon-gil’s massive finger.
Hanging limply, and even trembling somewhat roughly as Yoo Cheon-gil’s hand moved.
Whether it disliked the recoil, or perhaps Yoo Cheon-gil’s terrifying face,
the Spirit began wailing like a madman.
The sound of a baby crying filled the room.
“Huh… Huh-ugh…!!”
The Shaman known as Misa Seonnyeo gasped in shock at the sight.
“Young lady…. Why, why are you doing this…!”
[흐아앙…… 흐아아아아아앙—!!!]
Misa Seonnyeo called out to her Spirit in panic, but the crying did not stop.
“…Why are you acting like this?”
Muyong Youngsoon asked the bewildered Shaman with confused eyes. Naturally, she could not hear the Spirit’s cries.
From her perspective, it would simply appear as though the Shaman had suddenly convulsed toward empty air.
‘Ah, this is rotten.’
I was breaking into a cold sweat.
‘That crazy old man really…’
I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand as if I were hot. In truth, it wasn’t hot at all—only cold sweat.
One might wonder what the problem was with a child simply crying.
[흐아아아아아아앙—!!!]
후우우웅—!!!
As the child cried, vibrations began spreading through the space.
Witnessing this, I was inwardly horrified.
‘…Damn. I need to get out of here?’
The Spirit was a child deity.
Not merely a ghost, but a true deity in every sense.
Do you know the difference between an ordinary ghost and a deity that people revere?
There would be many differences to enumerate, but the most fundamental one is this:
‘The ability to exert direct influence.’
The key difference lay in the capacity to exert direct influence on the world.
From my experience, the extent of that influence varied drastically depending on the deity’s rank.
Let me give an example I’ve encountered.
‘I think there was once when I touched a higher deity’s essence and a building was destroyed.’
I had moved for certain reasons and accidentally touched a higher deity.
Several buildings collapsed at that time.
Fortunately, I fled with such urgency that there were no casualties.
‘…It was truly absurd.’
It was something I never wished to experience again.
After that incident, I had tried to avoid entangling myself with deities whenever possible.
That’s when I realized it.
‘I don’t get along with spirits.’
More precisely, I understood that those called spirits simply didn’t favor me.
So I’d tried my best to avoid entanglement with them.
‘Damn it.’
Of all times, I’d gotten tangled up now.
And in a particularly bad way at that.
[끄아앙. 끄아아아앙—!!]
The more fervently the Spirit wailed, the stronger the vibrations that rippled through the empty air.
Uuuooohhh–!!!
“M-Miss! Please calm down…!! I beg you, please compose yourself…!”
Misa Seonnyeo desperately tried to soothe the Spirit, but there was no chance the Spirit would listen.
Watching that, I grasped something.
‘That Shaman can’t see Yoo Cheon-gil.’
She seemed to only see the trembling Spirit, while Yoo Cheon-gil, who was shaking it, remained invisible to her.
‘What do I do?’
At least that much was fortunate….
Uuuooohhh–!! Uuuooohhh–!!
But the spiritual energy raging through the empty air was absolutely not fortunate.
‘Ah, this is really bad.’
Even if the Spirit was merely a lower-ranked spirit, a spirit was still a spirit.
A soul that should have been born with spiritual sensitivity but failed to be born—that’s what became a Spirit through death.
If the Spirit acted carelessly, there was no telling what kind of influence its released spiritual energy might exert.
‘…And it’s not even just a lower-ranked spirit.’
Judging by the spiritual energy being unleashed, it was no mere lower-ranked spirit. The energy was potent enough to aspire toward mid-ranked spirit status.
‘Tsk.’
What do I do? Could the building collapse at this rate?
At that level, it would be possible to interfere with the Cycle itself.
‘…If something like gold were involved, it’d be even more dangerous.’
There are many kinds of Cycles.
Simply put, it’s bringing forward what should have happened later.
That’s what happened when the higher-ranked spirit toppled the building.
Maximizing the flaws in a structure destined to collapse in the future.
One cannot exert influence over something that doesn’t exist.
But regarding what will inevitably occur, it is possible.
If that Spirit does something, this too would follow that principle.
I suppressed the cold sweat and searched for a solution.
‘What do I do?’
The simplest option is to grant it enlightenment.
To eliminate the spirit right before my eyes. That would be the easiest method.
‘…Ah, I really don’t want to do this.’
In my past life, I had attempted to transcend a higher deity and suffered terribly for it.
Though I ultimately succeeded, I had to endure considerable hardship to clear the karma accumulated from that act.
Killing a god carried such consequences.
‘Tsk.’
Still, there was no other way.
I had no choice. If I left things as they were, there was no telling what might happen.
I moved my fingertips.
Just as I was about to trace characters through the empty air.
[That one sure has quite a loud cry.]
Boom—!!
“…!!!”
I had to gasp at the unfolding situation.
Yoo Cheon-gil furrowed his brow and formed a massive fist, delivering a sharp flick to the Spirit’s head.
A madman had just struck a god.
[Kuh… kuh…?]
The Spirit, struck once, ceased its wailing.
Unable to comprehend what had just happened, it stared at Yoo Cheon-gil with eyes brimming with tears.
Time passed like that.
[Huuugh.]
The Spirit, realizing it had been struck, was about to cry out again when.
[Ahem!]
[Hic!]
At Yoo Cheon-gil’s shout, the Spirit flinched.
[You brat! Should a man cry so much? Do you need another beating from this old man before you come to your senses!]
[Huh… kuh….]
Scolded by Yoo Cheon-gil, the Spirit whimpered and closed its mouth.
Witnessing this, I had to pinch my thigh repeatedly.
‘…What is this.’
Why was a god being scolded?
‘How is he disciplining those arrogant creatures like that?’
All gods were uniformly arrogant.
Or rather, it was more accurate to say they regarded humans as nothing more than simple pets or companion animals.
‘And among them, their relationship with ghosts would be extremely poor.’
Entities classified as gods despised ghosts—those formed from lingering attachments and resentment.
It was fitting to think they believed the hierarchy differed even among kindred spirits.
Yet in this situation.
‘…Scolding a Spirit?’
I could not hide my astonishment at Yoo Cheon-gil’s actions.
Not only was a ghost scolding a god, but the god was actually accepting it.
‘…No, that’s not it. She just seems scared?’
The spirit had become frightened of Yoo Cheon-gil.
It was utterly absurd.
[Can you stop glaring at people’s faces?]
[…Uh-uh….]
[I asked if you can stop.]
When Yoo Cheon-gil asked a second time, the spirit shook her head.
[Right, so you shouldn’t do it. Do you understand?]
[….]
She couldn’t speak but nodded her head.
Then she flew over and nestled directly into the shaman’s arms.
“Oh, oh miss…. Please calm down-”
At that moment.
Whoooosh–!!
“Ugh!!”
Misa Seonnyeo suddenly trembled and dropped her head with a thud.
‘…Oh my?’
Seeing this, I covered my mouth.
‘That cunning little thing…?’
The spirit had taken the backlash she experienced and poured it directly onto Misa Seonnyeo, and unable to endure it, Misa Seonnyeo had lost consciousness for a moment.
“…What is this?”
It was naturally Muyong Youngsoon who was flustered seeing this.
She had come for a fortune reading, yet the shaman was only doing strange things.
“Excuse me. Hey. Come to your senses.”
“Ugh!”
When Muyong Youngsoon called out with irritation, Misa Seonnyeo quickly came to.
The problem was.
“You… you….”
Suddenly she glared at me with blazing eyes.
“You, demon…!”
“Excuse me?”
“Get out of here, you demon!!”
“…Huh?”
She was calling me a demon and hurling curses.
“…Miss Seonnyeo?”
I tried to calm the shaman down, asking why she was acting this way.
“A demon has possessed you. You are a demon…! What on earth did you do to the young miss!”
“No. Well…. That wasn’t something I did….”
Whatever the spirit had told her, her reaction was unusual.
I was dying of injustice. I hadn’t done anything.
First, I tried to calm her down in any way I could, seeing how feverish she had become.
“Right now… I’ll kill you right now…!”
Misa Seonnyeo couldn’t seem to regain her composure, her eyes reddening as her anger intensified.
Just as she was about to hurl the fan she held at me—
Crack!
Muyong Youngsoon seized Misa Seonnyeo’s wrist.
Then—
“A demon?”
A chilling voice flowed from her.
“Say that again.”
“…H-hi…?”
“Who did you just call a demon?”
Muyong Youngsoon spoke to Misa Seonnyeo, her voice dripping with icy menace.
“You.”
Crack!
I could see the grip tightening around Misa Seonnyeo’s wrist.
“Do you want to die?”
[My, my.]
Yoo Cheon-gil let out a whistle of admiration at the lethal words.
[…A truly frightening young girl.]
Even the legendary Yoo Cheon-gil seemed taken aback by her presence.
Watching Muyong Youngsoon radiating such a chilling aura, I realized something.
‘Ah, this is probably—’
The fortune telling had gone completely wrong.

* * *
“That damned woman, seriously.”
It was what Muyong Youngsoon spat out the moment we stepped onto the street. She ground her teeth as she spoke, her anger evident in every word.
“…Calm down a bit.”
I sighed as I spoke to her. We’d already had quite the scene at the fortune teller’s shop, and she was still going on about it.
“Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down?”
“If you don’t calm down, what then? Didn’t you see? That woman was trembling in fear because of you.”
I recalled Misa Seonnyeo, who had been cornered and pushed aside by the bristling Muyong Youngsoon.
Whether she was truly a shaman who served a spirit or not, her frightened expression as she cowered before Muyong Youngsoon’s overwhelming presence was quite something.
“Then she should be afraid. How dare she call me a demon?”
“…I’m the one who got insulted, so why are you acting like this?”
Anyone watching would think she was the one called a demon.
I’d taken the insult, but Muyong Youngsoon was the one venting her fury.
“You made an appointment to read my fortune, and then you ruined everything. You could have just waited a bit.”
“Are you insane? Wait for something like that? Besides, I stepped in because it was obvious you’d just let it slide. You would’ve fallen for it again like an idiot.”
“It’s not being an idiot—it’s being rational. There’s no benefit to fighting there.”
“Yeah, you’re so smart. You always leave me frustrated.”
“…That’s not what I meant….”
I stopped mid-sentence. On second thought, that wasn’t what I should have said.
“…I’m just grateful.”
Grateful that she got angry for me.
This was the right time to say it.
“….”
Muyong Youngsoon’s shoulders trembled slightly at my words.
Then.
“Hmph.”
She made a snorting sound and turned her head away.
That meant her anger had subsided.
She was surprisingly simple when you got to know her.
Muyong Youngsoon turned her head away, unwilling to show her face, and spoke to me.
“…And why are you suddenly dropping the act? You said we’d pretend to be men next time we meet.”
“Ah.”
Right. That was the plan.
I realized it too late.
“My apologies.”
“…Yes…. Well.”
There was a hint of disappointment in her tone, but she deliberately ignored it.
“…So, are you really alright? You said there was something you specifically wanted to see.”
“…Never mind. There’s nothing worth seeing in such a damned place anyway.”
“What exactly were you trying to see?”
At her question, Muyong Youngsoon gazes at me.
“…Yes, there is something like that.”
“….”
Looking at her eyes, it seemed she absolutely wouldn’t tell me.
“Sigh.”
I exhale a deep sigh, my regret evident in every breath.
“Seriously. How did I end up with someone like this….”
“I can hear you.”
“I cursed so you’d hear it. Listen carefully.”
Tsk tsk. I click my tongue and walk through the current location with long strides.
From the quickness of her pace, it seemed she was quite upset.
I followed her through the current location.
I intended to return to the Cheongwol Gate, but after walking for a while, Muyong Youngsoon suddenly stopped.
“Excuse me.”
“Yes.”
She called me, so I answered. Then she pointed at something with her hand.
“Buy me this.”
“…What?”
Curious about what it was, I looked and saw ornaments laid out at a street vendor’s stall.
Among them.
“A necklace?”
“That’s right. That one.”
It was just an antique necklace.
She wants me to buy that?
“…Why?”
Why should I buy that for her? Not understanding the reason, I asked, but Muyong Youngsoon’s face twisted like a true demon’s.
“Just buy it for me if I ask. It’s the last time—do you really need to say so much?”
“…No….”
It felt like I’d asked a reasonable question, yet I only ended up feeling wronged.
With an aggrieved expression, but hearing the words “last time,” I scratched my cheek and spoke to the vendor.
“Give me the one she just pointed to.”
The vendor hands me the necklace with an excited expression.
The price was outrageously expensive.
It was clearly a rip-off, but I decided to pay anyway.
‘If you’re going to do this, at least buy the one next to it.’
The item next to the necklace Muyong Youngsoon chose.
It looked like a ring, and I sensed spiritual energy from it.
The aura was extraordinary.
After observing it quietly, I spoke to the vendor.
“…How much is that one next to it?”
The stall owner’s face brightened when I expressed interest in purchasing a ring.
Fortunately, the ring wasn’t expensive.
It seemed he’d marked down the price since it hadn’t been selling well.
“Well, I’ll use it well.”
Muyong Youngsoon, who had immediately put on the necklace, spoke in her characteristic manner.
Hearing that, I held out the ring I’d just purchased.
“Take this as well.”
“…What?”
Muyong Youngsoon flinched upon seeing the ring I offered.
“…Why this?”
Wariness immediately seeped into her voice.
“Pardon?”
“…Are you asking me for something? To never come again? To keep a certain distance? Not to appear because I’m bothersome? Something like that, right?”
“…That’s rather strange.”
I trailed off and closed my mouth.
Those were all words I had spoken before.
“It’s not like that…”
“Then what is it?”
“Why do you suspect me when I’m simply giving you something?”
“Because you would never give something like this.”
“…”
That was also a fair point.
I scratched the back of my head and simply spoke honestly.
“It’s a birthday gift. Today is your birthday, Miss Muyong.”
“…”
At my words, this time it was Muyong Youngsoon who fell silent.
Silence flowed as if she were flustered, and as time passed, she spoke to me.
“…You knew?”
“Not immediately. I remembered it during the day.”
“Is that why you followed me?”
“More or less?”
“…”
Beyond the veil, I could see her lips moving.
“…You terrible person. And yet you…”
Hearing her mutter something, I simply tossed the ring.
Muyong Youngsoon caught the ring as it floated through the air.
The moment she caught it, she shouted at me.
“Are you insane!? Why did you throw it!”
“Well then, should I have slipped it on your finger instead?”
“That would be more appropriate for the situation!” “As if. Discard it if you dislike it.”
I spoke and walked ahead.
“…This is really irritating.”
As I passed by, I heard Muyong Youngsoon muttering under her breath.
An uncomfortable feeling stirred within me.
Indeed, it had been the right choice to keep my distance from her whenever possible.
Even back when we were children.
And now, today, as things have finally come to this.

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