The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 164

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 164
‘What is this guy?’
I narrowed my eyes as I watched Heuk Taedo trembling.
Despite his massive frame, Heuk Taedo stood pale, his gaze fixed in my direction.
Observing this, I pondered.
‘It seems like he can see something.’
That bastard was definitely looking this way.
Though when I say “this way,” I don’t mean me…
[Oho?]
He was looking at Yoo Cheon-gil behind me—that old man.
His gaze was unmistakably directed there.
Though it appeared he was looking at me, his eyes were clearly focused on what lay behind me.
‘…He can actually see this?’
I furrowed my brow. Could it be that he also…
‘Possesses the Ghost Eye?’
Eyes that perceive what should not be seen.
Could he be one who possessed such a thing? That was my thought.
‘No.’
I could be certain of this.
He did not possess the Ghost Eye. I could feel it.
Just as I had sensed the spiritual energy within that figure called Misa Seonnyeo.
We could always sense whether another possessed the Ghost Eye or not.
Of course, depending on the level of power one possessed, it was possible not to notice.
‘Even so.’
From what I could tell, Heuk Taedo didn’t seem capable of concealing his own spiritual energy.
Which meant…
‘Rather than seeing…’
Perhaps “sensing” was the more accurate term?
‘…This is absurd.’
I suppressed a laugh. Not seeing, but sensing.
It happened occasionally. Those who perceived ghosts not through spiritual energy, but rather…
‘Simply through exceptional intuition.’
There were those whose innate senses were so refined that they perceived what they should not perceive.
From my perspective, this Heuk Taedo seemed to be of that variety.
‘I’ve heard he possesses the Heavenly Martial Body. Is that the reason?’
A martial body bestowed by the heavens.
I had heard it was a body optimized for learning and wielding martial arts. Could the senses derived from such a body be what allowed him to perceive Yoo Cheon-gil?
That was my conclusion.
[Fascinating fellow. So you sense this body rather than see it?]
Yoo Cheon-gil felt intrigued.
‘Ah.’
A bad premonition washed over me.
I tried to stop it hastily, but.
[Then, how about this?]
Yoo Cheon-gil had already caused trouble before I could even stop him.
후우우우우우—!!!
I let out an internal gasp. Yoo Cheon-gil was suddenly amplifying his presence.
‘Is this old madman serious?’
I was startled. No matter how much Yoo Cheon-gil amplified his presence, it shouldn’t have any practical effect.
As if to prove this, Cheonhye-in and Do-hyeong in front of me remained still.
They couldn’t sense it.
One might think that amplifying presence wouldn’t mean much then, but.
‘Humans just can’t feel it.’
The ghosts that might be lurking nearby could very well react to it.
If that happened, it would be one of two things.
‘They’d flee.’
Or conversely, they’d swarm.
From the current state, it didn’t seem like they’d attack, but one could never be sure.
‘Why is he expressing his aura in such a reckless manner?’
The level of spiritual pressure Yoo Cheon-gil was emitting was grotesquely high.
‘…I thought he’d be at least general-class, but.’
It was more intense than expected. He could emit this much power?
‘At this level.’
Upper-tier deity.
I suspected he was on par with those beings I’d struggled so fiercely against in my past life.
No, wait. Perhaps.
‘He could be even higher.’
A form completely preserved even after the spirit departed from the living body.
A figure indistinguishable from a human except for the absence of a shadow—it was the first time I’d witnessed such a thing.
‘This is troublesome.’
My eyes kept darting around. Most other ghosts would likely flee in terror, but.
‘If it’s a demon, that’s a different story.’
Those reckless creatures that charge without thinking—if a demon sensed this aura, there’s no telling if it would come rushing in.
‘Really, show some restraint.’
An old man who’s lived his years and is already dead—I don’t understand why his temperament is so foul.
‘…Tsk.’
I came out to mediate because the situation seemed to be spiraling out of control, but now I’m only making my own position more precarious.
‘Will that one be alright?’
What was his name—Peng Dojun? The one called the future of the Peng Clan—would he truly be fine?
If he’s at a point where he can sense spiritual pressure, receiving this could knock his consciousness clean away—
“흐아아아아아—!!!”
Whoooosh–!!
I thought it would end there, but Heuk Taedo suddenly let out a roar and released his spiritual pressure.
[Ooh–!]
‘Is he insane?’
My eyes widened at the sight. This guy really is crazy, isn’t he?
‘He resolved it just by shouting?’
I’d never heard of or seen such a thing. Was spiritual pressure normally released like that?
‘It shouldn’t be that simple…?’
I’m experiencing a lot of firsts today.
“Huff… huff… huff….”
Heuk Taedo caught his breath, drenched in cold sweat. In the midst of it, he wiped the sweat from the back of his hand and stared directly at me.
Facing him like that, I couldn’t help but be startled.
‘Why are his eyes like that?’
Those gleaming eyes were deeply unsettling.
His features were already somewhat intimidating with their sharp lines, but with his eyes opened so intensely like that, it was even more so.
And on top of that.
‘Why is he smiling?’
Even as cold sweat poured down his face, his eyes and mouth were smiling.
What is this really?
‘…Is he a pervert?’
That’s how much the thought occurred to me.
No way, surely not. He’s still a direct bloodline of one of the Five Great Clans, after all–
“I like it. I like it. I really like it–!!”
‘He’s a pervert.’
I was convinced. That bastard really did seem to be a pervert.
“I like it…. I never thought it would be this much. So you’re the Protagonist! You really are the Protagonist!”
“…No.”
“To think you possessed such power–!! The rumors weren’t lies.”
“Wait…. First, calm down….”
I wanted to try to calm down his frenzied reaction first.
Whoooooosh–!!!!
Crash–!
Something passed by my side along with a gust of wind.
At the loud explosion that followed, I didn’t bother turning around.
I didn’t need to see it. Something had definitely been destroyed.
“Draw your sword, Protagonist. I need to taste your strength for myself!”
“….”
Uuuuuuong–!
The sword Heuk Taedo held vibrated. The power contained within it was so intense that just watching it made my spine chill.
“This bastard—!! Surely not!”
Do-hyeong erupted in fury upon witnessing it.
Kuguguung—!! I could see the sword being flooded with qi.
Observing this, I spoke.
“Senior, wait a moment.”
Thud—!
At my words, Do-hyeong’s footsteps ceased. Fortunately, he listened.
“Sigh.”
I exhaled deeply.
‘Ah, seriously.’
Why does trouble erupt every time I appear?
I’m sick of dealing with this sort of thing.
Clink.
I placed my hand on my waist, gently grasping the hilt of the Divine Blade before walking forward.
“Hehehehe—!!”
[Oho?]
Beyond Heuk Taedo’s laughter, Yoo Cheon-gil reacted.
[You intend to fight?]
Hearing that, I swallowed my laughter inwardly. Fight? Me?
‘As if.’
Would I be insane enough to fight that bastard? Regardless of whether I could win or lose, he was obviously nothing but a nuisance.
However.
‘I can’t simply let this pass.’
There were eyes watching, so I couldn’t brush past this easily.
More than that.
‘He crossed the line.’
That bastard keeps crossing the line.
That irritated me.
“The Protagonist—!! Let’s see how much of the rumors are true—!!”
“Shut your mouth. Your voice is so loud it’s making my ears hurt.”
I cut off his words.
Simultaneously, I took a step forward and shifted my posture.
[Huh?]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s eyes widened as if he recognized what had changed in me.
[This bastard, see?]
Thud-thud.
The moment I took a step, Heuk Taedo’s gaze transformed.
Confirming this, I concentrated.
‘Focus on the movement.’
Still in practice, it wasn’t working properly, but I could follow along somewhat.
The movement of joints.
The volume of breath while walking.
I recreate the atmosphere felt by mimicking these things.
It was the method I used when I first faced Sochul Daeju as a member of Sowoldae back then.
Specifically, imitating Yoo Cheon-gil’s gait.
I wasn’t sure if this would help, but it seemed worth using personally, so I practiced it often.
I employed it against Heuk Taedo.
“…haha….”
Heuk Taedo’s reaction upon seeing this was peculiar.
Was it working?
‘Focus.’
I concentrated harder while confirming.
“Who are you?”
I lowered my voice. For someone past puberty, the pitch was slightly high, but it flowed out naturally enough.
“You don’t know me?”
Heuk Taedo answered my question.
“Should I know you?”
He spoke flatly. In truth, he knew well enough, but he pretended otherwise.
“Well, I suppose so.”
Even at my response, Heuk Taedo nodded indifferently.
“I am Peng Dojun of the Peng Clan. Remember it from now on. I’m too magnificent a man to forget.”
“….”
It was a statement that showed considerable self-confidence.
But.
“That’s inconvenient.”
I said, sweeping my hair upward.
“I don’t bother remembering the names of weaklings.”
[Wow.]
Yoo Cheon-gil exclaimed in admiration. I suppressed my nausea internally.
Damn. Was this too much? It was quite a problematic statement, but I had to endure it.
“Huh?”
At my words, Peng Dojun furrowed his brow.
“You show no interest in names. I don’t know why you sought me out.”
I walked forward. As I walked, I glanced at Yoo Cheon-gil.
[Hmm.]
Yoo Cheon-gil seemed to understand the meaning of my gaze and hesitated for a moment.
[Tsk.]
He clicked his tongue once and immediately unleashed his spiritual pressure just as before.
쿠우우우우우—!!!
“…Ugh!”
Peng Dojun trembles once more, feeling the overwhelming spiritual pressure.
Even so, I can see him struggling to move with all his might.
It was the same before—his willpower was considerable.
One.
쿠우우우우우우—!!!
The spiritual pressure intensifies. Damn it, was that not your full strength before?
[How fascinating. I wonder just how far that child can endure.]
I begin to pour more power into it, as if genuinely intrigued.
‘…This is getting a bit much.’
Sweat beads on my forehead and back. At this point, even I’m finding it somewhat taxing to maintain.
“Grrrrgh…!!!”
Peng Dojun, receiving it all with his entire body, trembles violently.
Doubt flickers in the eyes of those watching.
They feel nothing themselves, yet only Peng Dojun is being destroyed—it seems strange to them.
“Impressive? You?”
I approach the trembling Peng Dojun and speak.
“I suppose not.”
Then I tap his upper body with a finger. And then.
Kwoom-!!
The giant, nearly eight feet tall, is sent flying backward and crashes to the ground.
“You don’t appear to be.”
“…Cough…!”
The moment he falls, the spiritual pressure vanishes.
Peng Dojun immediately gasps for breath repeatedly.
“Huff…. Gasp….”
Beyond his ragged breathing, he looks up at me.
I meet his dark eyes without flinching.
“I don’t care what your reasons are. It makes no difference who you are.”
I channel power into Wol-an. My eyes are likely glowing now.
“If you claim to be righteous, then conduct yourself with proper decorum. You’re not some back-alley thug, and this blade was not drawn to be wielded in such a squalid place.”
Tsk.
I click my tongue with contempt and turn my back.
I walk. And I pray silently.
‘Stay still.’
Please, just stay still.
Let’s just leave quietly.
As I continue to pray thus.
“Hahaha…!! Proper decorum?”
I sense Peng Dojun rising to his feet.
Did I misjudge? Do we fight? My hand moves toward my blade as tension grips me.
“Well said. If that fool had spoken those words, I would have called him a coward, but you’re different.”
Clang. He sheathed his sword into its scabbard and continued speaking.
“I like it. I like it very much… When was the last time I felt something like this? Are you of the same ilk as that fellow?”
‘That fellow?’
I hesitated for a moment.
“It doesn’t matter. You want me to show proper courtesy? Fine. You’ll be heading to the Dragon Phoenix Gathering anyway. You’ll be drawing your sword there, won’t you?”
“….”
At those words, I turned my head slightly to look at him.
“If that’s what must be done.”
I spoke with the sentiment that I would rather die than draw my sword if I didn’t have to.
“Good. I look forward to it.”
Peng Dojun seemed to interpret it differently, laughing roughly as he spoke.
“I eagerly anticipate your skill—the one said to place even the Seven Swords beneath your feet.”
Thump.
Peng Dojun moved toward his carriage. He squeezed his massive frame through the entrance I had destroyed earlier.
“I apologize for blocking the path so rudely. It seemed like the best method.”
A large hand emerged from the carriage window and waved.
“Ah. And there’s one more thing I forgot to mention.”
His face then peeked out as he looked at me.
“Moryong Sojeo is mine. I won’t compromise on that.”
“What?”
“Depart!”
히이이잉—!!!
At the shout, the Peng Clan’s carriage began to move.
Watching the departing carriage, I could only stand there dumbfounded.
“…What… did he just say?”
What in the world did that bastard just say?

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