The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 207

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 207
Namgung Cheon, the Thunder Dragon.
The twin brother of Namgung Seong, who caused a disturbance yesterday, and a superior among the Seven Prodigies.
Despite his refined appearance, he is a figure who employs somewhat violent and sharp swordsmanship.
As for his realm, I’m not entirely certain from what I’ve observed, but he’s clearly surpassed the peak at minimum.
‘That’s probably why he’s called a superior among the Seven Prodigies.’
A figure who will undoubtedly lead the Namgung Clan in the future.
Judging by Namgung Seong’s conduct, Namgung Cheon is absolutely the one destined to become the next Lord of the Clan.
‘It’s almost strange how different twins can be.’
Their faces are identical, yet their attitudes and auras are completely different.
If Namgung Seong is something fundamentally twisted, then Namgung Cheon possesses something even more alien.
Of course.
‘Whether that makes him a decent person is another matter entirely.’
I can’t presume to judge.
I can only see what others cannot. But even I haven’t seen that far.
Still.
‘Something feels off.’
If Namgung Seong is exactly what he appears to be,
then Namgung Cheon is someone subtly twisted in some indefinable way.
Either way, they’re people I’d prefer to avoid if possible.
‘Damn it, my luck is absolutely terrible.’
And amid all this, my luck continued to spiral downward.
Two consecutive matches against the Seven Prodigies?
And Woon-ryong, who was once rated as an inferior, is now truly a superior.
‘…This is driving me insane.’
A genius destined to lead the Namgung Clan.
Just as my head began to ache at the prospect of facing Namgung Cheon,
“Hahaha.”
laughter echoed nearby. I turned my head at the familiar voice, and it was none other than the man I’d just been thinking about.
“Well, well.”
Namgung Cheon’s gaze turned toward me, his expression bright with amusement.
“To achieve what I’ve long anticipated so swiftly—I can hardly contain my excitement.”
“…You seem to be in quite the mood?”
Is fighting me really that enjoyable? Bewildered, I watched as Namgung Cheon grinned widely.
“Of course. Is that not so, Sword Saint?”
“I’m afraid I don’t share such tastes.”
“Ahahaha! Even your jests are amusing!”
“….”
Is this madman serious? Who’s joking here?
I knew he wasn’t entirely stable, but every time I see him, I feel my patience wearing dangerously thin.
So I tried to move along, ignoring him appropriately.
“Damn it all–!!!”
Crash–!!!
A tremendous roar erupted from nearby.
“This wretched…”
All eyes turned. It was Peng Dojun. His face contorted with rage as he stomped the ground beneath his feet.
Boom–!! Thud thud–!!!!
The force was so violent that each time he struck the stone floor, I could see it crack and crumble beneath his assault.
What is this madman doing…? Why does he keep acting like this, I thought.
“Only Naelyong gets to have fun…!! Why is that!!”
“….”
Bitter complaints spilled from his lips.
“At this point, shouldn’t you let me fight too!!!”
Crash–!!!
His anger knew no bounds as he continued his rampage. Watching his state with bewilderment.
Zing–!
‘Oh, damn it.’
Peng Dojun’s gaze locked onto me. With murderous eyes, he approached.
Thud thud thud thud–!
His massive frame made even his footsteps sound ominous.
As he drew near, he glared at me and spoke.
“Don’t you grow tired of fighting these boring opponents?”
“…Pardon?”
“Damn it. I want to fight you.”
“….”
Tired? Not at all.
It wasn’t a matter of being tired or not.
‘This man terrifies me.’
Could his anger really stem from not being able to fight me?
I was bewildered. Why did these men keep taking interest in me?
‘I really hate this.’
All I could do was sigh, but I had to suppress it.
As I forcibly restrained my reaction.
“Ha…. And here I am, stuck fighting some X-Person like that.”
Peng Dojun lamented while looking somewhere.
I glanced over.
‘Dang Cheon-il?’
It was in the direction where Dok-ryong was. Peng Dojun had been looking at Dang Cheon-il with regret, while Dang Cheon-il stared back at him with piercing eyes.
‘Could it be…?’
Curious, I checked the matchup bracket.
[Peng Dojun of the Hebei Peng Clan versus Dang Cheon-il of the Sichuan Dang Clan.]
“…Ah.”
The bracket was arranged that way.
Seeing it, I could understand why the two of them reacted as they did.
Peng Dojun treated Dang Cheon-il as if he barely existed, dismissing him entirely.
Dang Cheon-il despised Peng Dojun in return.
The problem was.
‘…Isn’t the gap far too wide?’
No matter how much Dang Cheon-il resented Peng Dojun, it seemed impossible for him to overcome the difference in level.
And Peng Dojun knew this, which explained his reaction.
There was no amusement in it.
That sentiment filled his eyes completely.
“Haa….”
“…You bastard….”
Dang Cheon-il, confirming the reaction, ground his teeth together. His momentum suggested he might charge forward at any moment.
“Tsk.”
Peng Dojun, noting the momentum, let out a short click of his tongue.
“How tedious.”
He dismissed it lightly.
Then he looked at me and continued speaking.
“You must win and come back up.”
His gaze gleamed with an unsettling brilliance—eyes that promised he would never let me off easy if I lost.
“If you lose to Naelyong, I won’t forgive you. Come back up no matter what, Bangseong-yeon.”
“…No….”
As if that were something I could control.
‘Damn it, why do all these men keep pestering me like this?’
Naelyong and Heuk Taedo.
I couldn’t understand why these cursed geniuses all clung to me and created this mess.
Irritation surged through me.
“‘Etc.’? That’s rather harsh language, don’t you think?”
Meanwhile, Naelyong twisted his face. Peng Dojun’s words seemed to have gotten under his skin.
“I could win and end up facing you instead.”
“What?”
At Namgung Cheon’s words, Peng Dojun let out a hollow laugh.
“Naelyong. You say amusing things.”
“Hm?”
“Don’t you see it?”
Peng Dojun’s gaze poured down upon me with intensity.
The problem was.
“That absurd man over there?”
What caught my attention was that the man’s gaze didn’t rest on me—it was fixed on Yoo Cheon-gil standing behind me.
Cheonmu Jiche. That impossible body, even Yoo Cheon-gil had sensed it.
It wasn’t clearly visible, but rather perceived through presence alone.
‘…How am I supposed to clear up this annoying misunderstanding.’
Peng Dojun had already mistaken Yoo Cheon-gil’s presence for my own power.
That’s why he was so obsessed with it.
Furthermore.
“You cannot win. Naelyong, you will never win as long as you cannot perceive that.”
I spoke with absolute certainty that Naelyong could never defeat me.
“…How absurd.”
A smile formed at the corner of Naelyong’s mouth at those words. A terrifyingly vicious smile at that.
“It’s been a while since something scratched at me. Now I suppose I must show you.”
Crackle—
I could faintly sense Thunder Energy. Ah, this is turning into a mess, isn’t it?
“Heuk Taedo. You’ll come to regret those words.”
“Wait, hold on…. There seems to be some misunderstanding here.”
Why were they engaging in a psychological battle with each other over me?
I spoke urgently.
“Fight amongst yourselves, why are you dragging me into this….”
“Ha, regret? That’s not even funny. I can wager my prized blade on your defeat.”
“What are you saying, you mad bastard?”
“Is that so? Fine then. I’ll wager on my own victory.”
Shing—
Namgung Cheon drew his sword. A magnificent blade revealed itself to the world.
It was a sword with faint blue embroidery etched upon it.
“I’ll stake my Cheongrang Sword.”
“….”
At first glance, it looked like a legendary weapon.
They were wagering these against each other. And Peng Dojun’s saber was….
‘That’s a symbolic weapon of the Three Great Clans.’
Since it was said to be wielded by the Lords of the Peng Clan, it must possess immense value.
“Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“I will certainly show you the sight of your regret.”
After the two of them continued their verbal sparring, Namgung Cheon turned his back and left.
Watching his retreating figure disappear into the distance, I spoke to Peng Dojun.
“…Are you insane?”
“Huh?”
“Why would you stake that? What happens if I lose?”
This wasn’t Peng Dojun’s duel—it was mine. Yet he was wagering his prized blade here?
Among martial artists of the Central Plains, a prized blade held value nearly equivalent to one’s life.
It was absurdly amusing that he’d casually hung it in a place like this.
“Ah.”
At my words, Peng Dojun broke into a smile.
“Don’t worry. You’ll win, won’t you?”
“…No, it’s entirely possible I could lose.”
My opponent is Naelyong.
Though I might appear formidable in Peng Dojun’s eyes, the truth is far different—and no one knows this better than I do.
So I spoke with a measured breath.
“No, you will win.”
Peng Dojun spoke with eyes that seemed oddly certain.
Upon hearing his words, I tilted my head and asked.
“What is this conviction of yours?”
Puzzled by such uncharacteristic certainty, I pressed further.
“I’ve always had excellent instincts.”
Peng Dojun spoke to me with an unshakeable smile.
“You will win. That’s what my instincts are telling me.”
“….”
Such unwavering conviction.
Words declaring absolute victory.
Despite him being a type of person I’d absolutely prefer to avoid, his certainty somehow resonated with me.
‘Damn it.’
My favorability toward him shouldn’t be rising. Entangling myself with someone like this always dragged trouble in my wake—I shouldn’t get involved.
I shook my head and regained my composure.
Yet.
‘…I will win.’
His words about my victory in the martial contest—I held them firmly in my heart.
And for good reason.
‘Certainly. I have no intention of losing.’
Just as Peng Dojun said, I harbored no thought of defeat against Naelyong in this duel.
I even had preparations made for this.
When I recalled that.
‘Could I actually win?’
A peculiar confidence began to surge within me.

* * *
It was just as the Dragon-Phoenix Assembly’s proper martial tournament was about to commence.
In a location where sound could not reach beyond the clamorous cheers.
In the chamber commonly known as the Strategy Room—Jegal Jin’s quarters—he placed a cup of tea before him and stared intently at a letter.
The tea, which he had warmed thoroughly, had long since grown cold.
The letters, though he had already processed more than enough, still lay piled high before him.
These were documents that needed to be handled before nightfall. Given Jegal Jin’s nature, he would never postpone such matters, so he should have completed everything already.
Yet he had not.
“Hmm….”
The letter he held was the problem.
It was a letter with very few words written upon it. What was written was brief, and there was no sender’s name.
Since it was a message Gaebangi had delivered, he could certainly trace the sender if he wished.
But that was not what troubled Jegal Jin now.
“…What do you make of this?”
At Jegal Jin’s words, the figure before him—
Shin Chang responded.
“Of what?”
At his weighty reply, Jegal Jin extended the letter.
Though there was some distance between them, when Shin Chang reached out his hand—
Whoosh—!
The letter rose into the air and fell into his grasp.
He manifested the Void Seizure, an exclusive technique of supreme masters, as naturally as breathing.
Shin Chang then received the letter and examined it.
“….”
His heavy brows moved ever so slightly.
The letter’s contents were simple.
It concerned a certain figure.
[The Demonic Cult has appeared.]
[The Baek Clan is in danger.]
Just these two lines.
“Mm.”
Upon reading this, Shin Chang slowly rose to his feet.
His massive frame fully revealed itself.
And in that moment—
Whoooosh.
Power gradually kindled within Shin Chang’s eyes.
All who knew him would recognize it—those eyes burned with considerable fury.
Thereafter—
“The Demonic Cult.”
As Shin Chang uttered the words in a low voice, his aura shifted.
“Ahhh–!! Wait–!!”
Seeing this, Jegal Jin hastily tried to speak.
후아아아아아아—!!!
A gale erupted from Shin Chang’s body.
An enormous wind swept through violently.
“…Damn…!”
As the carefully organized documents flew away, Jegal Jin cried out once more.
But it was already too late.

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