The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 217

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 217
It was something I experienced in my childhood.
Entangled with so many ghosts, I was living through a harsh period.
Those around me gradually left one by one, and the only human presence remaining by my side was my grandmother.
At that time, Kim Min-cheol understood the situation.
I wouldn’t have wanted to live with someone so gloomy and strange either.
Who would like someone who spoke every day about seeing something on their back, telling them to be careful.
I understand. The children back then bore no fault.
If anyone was at fault, it was my eyes—eyes that saw what they shouldn’t see.
So I ignored such feelings and simply lived as a failure.
I thought I didn’t need friends. Or rather, I wasn’t thinking that way, but I had to convince myself otherwise to survive.
Otherwise, I would have had to see my grandmother’s guilty eyes every single day.
Until the moment she closed her eyes, my grandmother would have had to remain a sinner.
The fault lies with me.
That was the way of thinking that seemed right to me.
Then one day.
A friend asked me something.
‘Hey.’
‘What.’
I looked at him. He was considerably older than me, yet his face appeared to be around my age.
I didn’t even remember his name. It was too long ago, and I didn’t want to remember it anyway.
‘What do you want to do.’
‘…Suddenly?’
At his question, I narrowed my eyes.
What was he talking about out of nowhere?
What do I want to do suddenly.
Unable to understand, I furrowed my brow as I looked at him.
‘You don’t have anything you want to do?’
‘There’s no such thing.’
Having something you wanted to do was itself a luxury.
Life was already hard enough.
‘I don’t have anything like that. And I won’t have it in the future either.’
‘That’s a really boring life.’
‘What did you just say?’
At his blunt words, I stared at him in disbelief.
‘Still, you’re alive and well—why don’t you at least find a hobby or something.’
At my friend’s words, I let out a sigh.
‘Does everyone who’s alive have to have hobbies?’
‘That’s not necessarily true. But it’s such a waste to be alive.’
‘Who wants to be alive anyway. You’re just alive because you were born.’
‘Hah, you dare say such things before me?’
‘….’
I closed my mouth mid-sentence. It was certainly not something I should have said in front of him.
And for good reason—my friend was a ghost.
This was only natural. My relationships with living humans had crumbled long ago.
The only friend I had left was a ghost.
Moreover, though he appeared to be around my age at first glance.
This man had lived a hundred years longer than I had.
‘…I’m sorry.’
‘Huh? I didn’t ask for an apology. Can’t you take a joke?’
‘….’
A joke should at least sound like one. Who jokes about such things?
‘Well, forget about that.’
Though nothing had been resolved, my friend simply smiled and changed the subject.
‘Still, since you’re alive anyway, try to find something you want to do.’
‘…If I have the leisure for it.’
‘Leisure always finds a way to appear.’
Though it seemed unlikely to happen in this lifetime.
I spoke with an awkward expression.
‘Right, if I have the leisure, I’ll try. Otherwise, I’ll find it after death.’
‘Huh? You mad bastard.’
Speaking of finding things after death before a ghost seemed absurd.
But he had joked first, so I merely returned the jest.
However.
‘That works. You can find it after death.’
‘…?’
He clapped his hands as if he understood.
What is this?
‘What’s with that reaction?’
‘No, it just makes sense. You can find it after death, can’t you? Even if you figure things out in this life.’
‘No….’
I was left speechless by such nonsense. There was nothing more to say.
I wondered if he was truly insane.
‘Right, do what you want after death. And in this life, try to find what you want if you can.’
Despite my reaction, my friend simply laughed and spouted his words carelessly. I said nothing more in return.
I didn’t have the leisure to respond to such drivel.
끼이이이이익—!!
Kyaaaaaaah—!!!
‘They’ve arrived.’
Before me lay the Asura Realm and Hell.
I can only sigh at the desolate scene unfolding before me.
This wretched life—that’s why I despise it. With such thoughts, I moved my body forward.
‘Get ready.’
‘Yeah, yeah, got it.’
My friend responds to my words.
At this point, what does it matter what I want or how life treats me.
More than that. I had to deal with what was right in front of me.
‘Ah, this wretched life.’
‘What do you want to eat for lunch after this?’
‘Jjajangmyeon.’
‘Oh! Me too!’
‘You can’t even eat, you bastard.’
Sighing, I moved forward.
My life was such a hell.
And if there was something I came to understand later in life,
it was that even within such a miserable existence, good things could happen.
And that my friend was not merely a ghost, but a being far greater than I had ever imagined.
‘A dream after so long.’
Recalling the memory, I became aware of what a dream truly was.
Why was I suddenly dreaming of this time?
It felt as though I was frequently dreaming of memories from my past life—memories I had never dreamed of before.
Then.
‘Remember this.’
I heard my friend’s voice.
‘After you die, you find what you want to do and you do it.’
‘Understand?’
“…”
I responded to those words.
‘–‘
But even though I had responded, I could not hear what I had said.
I had to open my eyes.

* * *
“…Ah.”
An unfamiliar ceiling.
What could that ceiling above me be? And besides.
‘…Why a ceiling?’
Why did such a ceiling suddenly come into view? The moment I opened my eyes, confusion seized me.
‘Hmm.’
This is a strange situation.
With a bewildered expression, I slowly pushed myself upright.
In that instant.
찌리리리릿—!!!
“…!!!”
Overwhelming agony shot through me, and I covered my mouth with my hand.
“…Ugh….”
It was truly excruciating pain. What was this monstrous torment?
My entire body tingled as if someone had driven an awl through me and was hammering it relentlessly.
“Guh….”
Whether it was saliva or blood, I barely managed to suppress it as I forced my upper body upright.
“Hah… Hah….”
The pain was overwhelming. As my eyes darted about frantically.
“Huh…?”
I felt their gazes. The moment I rose, everyone around me was staring at me.
The weight of their collective stares was quite burdensome. What was this? Why were they all looking at me like that?
As I rolled my eyes in confusion.
“You’ve awakened.”
Someone approached. Judging by their attire, they were a Physician.
“Ah, yes… Why am I…?”
“You lost consciousness after the martial contest ended.”
“…Oh…?”
I collapsed after the contest ended? I couldn’t remember it.
‘What happened?’
How did things unfold at the end? My memory was blank.
‘Surely….’
I saw Namgung Cheon’s Thunder Armor….
‘I used mine as well.’
The technique Yoo Cheon-gil had advised me to avoid using if possible.
The secret art of the Cheonwol Sect that had to be used in conjunction with the Wol-ryeong Sword Path.
‘Wol-cheon.’
After I deployed that, my memories vanished.
‘What happened?’
Did I win the martial contest? Looking at me lying here, it seems like I lost.
Just as I was about to ask the physician standing before me something in this bewildering situation.
“You’ve awakened?”
Another figure approached me. It was Dang Cheon-il.
The physician who saw him bowed to me and spoke.
“Then I shall take my leave. There are no serious abnormalities in your body, so you may leave once you’ve recovered.”
“…No abnormalities, you say?”
That made no sense. Then what is this pain?
The physician tilted his head at my words.
“Is there somewhere that troubles you?”
“No, it’s just that.”
“If there is, I can immediately inform the officials to cancel the martial contest.”
“There’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“Ah…?”
“It’s alright.”
At my words, the physician wore a strange expression and departed.
After the physician left, I immediately asked Dok-ryong.
“So I won, didn’t I?”
“Pardon?”
“The martial contest. Did I win?”
Given that the physician mentioned canceling the martial contest, there must be another one coming.
Which meant I hadn’t lost.
“Ah, yes. You won, sir.”
“…I see.”
I won this? Somehow I managed it.
Then.
‘Is this pain the aftermath of Wol-cheon?’
The backlash from forcibly using a technique I couldn’t yet employ.
That burden had manifested in my body.
‘Yet the physician didn’t notice….’
The physician was unaware of such pain. That meant this wasn’t merely physical suffering.
“You don’t remember?”
Then Dok-ryong posed a question to me.
“…Not entirely. Just a bit at the end?”
So I answered honestly, and he regarded me with a peculiar gaze.
“Then… what was that appearance….”
“Appearance?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of appearance…?”
“…That. The white-haired Bang Disciple, sir.”
“…Huh?”
White hair? What white hair?
Unable to comprehend the words, I furrowed my brow.
‘White hair, you say?’
Did my hair turn white? Confused, I plucked a strand to check.
Upon inspection, my hair was still the same dark brown color.
“The moment the martial contest ended, your hair returned to its original color.”
“…But it turned white?”
“Yes.”
What in the world was this about?
How could hair turn white? I couldn’t even imagine it when—
[It is a manifestation of profound energy.]
“…!”
A voice echoed from above.
It was Yoo Cheon-gil. He lay suspended in the air, looking down at me.
[When the profound energy of the Cheonwol Heart Method flows through the body and fully permeates it, the eyes change color—that is the mark known as the Wol-an.]
The defining characteristic of the Cheonwol Sect.
Masters with eyes of blue. Those eyes that held the moon were the symbol of the Cheonwol Sect.
[Moreover, the phenomenon that child of the Dang Clan speaks of indicates a form that has progressed even further.]
‘…Further advanced?’
[Indeed.]
Wol-cheon.
I first learned of it during my seclusion. At night, I endured hellish days through spirit dreams. By day, I devoted myself to physical cultivation.
That training was to master the Wol-ryeong Sword Path.
To perceive the path that the moon reveals.
To obtain eyes capable of cutting even that which cannot be cut.
That was the purpose of this seclusion, but—
‘I learned one more thing.’
A phenomenon that manifested in the spirit dreams.
From Yoo Cheon-gil’s younger days.
On a day when I struggled against it without success, the moment I opened my eyes to the Wol-ryeong Sword Path, my body underwent a transformation.
Bewildered by the sudden change, I surrendered myself to the energy at that time as well.
‘And then I awakened.’
When I opened my eyes, I had overcome the spirit dream.
I couldn’t recall the details of what had transpired.
Thus, on the day I burst from seclusion and headed toward Hanan.
When I surrendered myself to the energy once more, reviving that sensation from back then with Yoo Cheon-gil.
[Ha!]
I remember him exhaling in astonishment.
[You’ve mastered Wol-cheon…? How is such a thing possible?]
Wol-cheon.
That was the name that escaped from Yoo Cheon-gil’s lips.
Furthermore.
[Child, do not use this without my permission. Excessive power will lead to your destruction.]
Yoo Cheon-gil warned me with a stern expression.
Never to use it, he said.
After I acknowledged his words, the first time I used it was during my fight with Naelyong.
‘…I can’t remember what happened this time either.’
I couldn’t recall how it had unfolded.
Yet.
‘Looking at those eyes, I must have done something.’
The way those around me were looking at me now.
And judging by Dok-ryong’s reaction, it seemed I had indeed done something.
‘What on earth was it?’
What had happened? Just as I was about to ask Dok-ryong for more details about this.
“Th-”
[Child.]line>
Yoo Cheon-gil cut off my words.
Yuchen cut me off mid-sentence.
What?
[It seems we have a visitor.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke while looking toward the entrance, not at me.
‘A visitor?’
Who could he be referring to….
“…Huh…?”
Thud.
Someone entered from the entrance. At that sight, my eyes widened.
Those who had been watching me immediately fixed their gaze on the figure who had just arrived.
It was inevitable.
This man was someone almost no one in the current Central Plains didn’t know.
“…How…?”
But why was this man here?
I stared in disbelief.
“There you are.”
The man, whose appearance was as cold as ice itself, nodded while looking at me.
Seeing that, I realized my mistake.
“Lord of the Clan. Wait just a moment-!”
I had to stop him before he said something.
Thinking so, I hastily raised my hand, but.
“Son-in-law.”
“…Ah, this is troublesome.”
A man.
The Lord of the Moyong Clan, the Baekwang Muyong Hyeok, spoke.

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