The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 220

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 220
If I were to describe my life in a single phrase, I would call it unremarkable.
Certainly, some might deem it extraordinary, while others would question such a claim. Yet such judgments matter little to me.
Cheon Euijin had always characterized his own existence in this manner.
A life that yearned to be special, yet remained ordinary.
Such was the nature of my existence.
‘Live on.’
When my beautiful mother spoke these words to me at death’s threshold.
‘So live with greater boldness.’
As she caressed my cheek with blood-soaked hands.
I resolved then.
That I must live with unwavering confidence. I swore this with wide, determined eyes.
Wiping away the flowing tears, suppressing the breath that rose ever higher, I gazed toward something.
My mother’s body, now cold and lifeless.
Beyond that form, I saw eyes watching me.
Eyes that did not hide the blood upon their hands, eyes that regarded me with a coldness surpassing all others.
It was.
My sister, who had driven the blade through our mother’s abdomen.
A flash.
“…Gasp.”
I jolted upright. My body drenched in sweat, I wiped my forehead with trembling hands.
Cold perspiration covered me entirely. As I brushed the dampness from my skin, I bit my lip.
‘Damn it.’
A dream I had no wish to see.
A memory I could not forget, yet desperately wished to suppress.
Recalling it, I rose fully from my bed.
My body ached with stiffness.
The nightmare had left me in poor condition.
Then.
Bang—! Bang—!
—Ahhhhhhh!
Sounds erupted from the adjacent wall. I frowned at the noise. The room next to mine had been like this since yesterday.
‘If I recall correctly.’
That room belonged to Socheongeom, the Namgung Clan Martial Artist, or so I had heard. I could not fathom why he had been like this since yesterday.
‘Was his defeat truly so devastating?’
His loss to his senior brother must have been quite the shock, given his current state.
‘….’
I wondered if he might suffer a demonic episode.
The thought crossed my mind briefly, yet I felt no genuine concern. There was no reason to worry about such a person.
“….”
I paused for a moment, then moved forward.
Click. As I closed the door and was about to descend to the lower floor.
“….”
I stopped in front of one door. It was the room where my sister was staying, and no sound of movement could be heard from within.
Feeling this, I slowly raised my hand.
Should I knock?
‘No…. Never mind.’
I lowered my raised hand. Then, ignoring it, I descended the stairs.
“Here it is.”
I could see Dok-ryong and Do-hyeong sitting at a table. Seeing them, I smiled. At last, the frustration that had been weighing on me seemed to lift slightly.
I think I’ll survive. With that thought, I took a seat at the table.
My gaze swept across the room. They were moving as if searching for someone.
“The junior hasn’t arrived yet.”
“Ah.”
Do-hyeong answered instead.
At those words, I nodded awkwardly.
It seemed they already knew who I was looking for. The moment I heard those words.
“Ugh.”
A groan echoed from somewhere.
At that voice, everyone seated at the table turned their gaze.
A young man was descending the stairs, rubbing his lower back.
“…I’m dying.”
It was Bangseong-yeon.
Seeing him, whatever discomfort I had seemed to vanish completely.
A handsome face filled with exhaustion.
He didn’t look strong at all, yet I believed him to be stronger than anyone else.
Perhaps, without realizing it, he had become my goal and my idol.
“…Have you all eaten?”
Bangseong-yeon approached the table and asked.
He looked as though he might yawn at any moment.
I knew that with the level of power he possessed, he wouldn’t grow tired even if he went without sleep for days.
This was definitely.
‘Intense training. He must be undergoing it.’
Without my knowledge, he was cultivating day and night without rest.
The reason was probably.
‘Because of today’s martial contest.’
The martial contest with Naelyong.
I thought that was the reason for his state.
‘He doesn’t seem nervous at all.’
He showed not the slightest hint of tension.
What was that attitude about?
‘Does he think he’ll win no matter what?’
Perhaps he possessed absolute confidence that he wouldn’t lose to Naelyong. That could very well be it. If this was the Bangseong-yeon I knew, he certainly would be that way.
Watching Bangseong-yeon sit calmly and begin eating, Cheon Euijin steadied his breathing.
Bangseong-yeon remained so composed, yet why was I trembling with such tension?
‘Calm yourself.’
I could do this. As I steeled my resolve with that thought.
“Young Master Cheon.”
“Yes?”
“What’s wrong?”
Bangseong-yeon looked at Cheon Euijin’s face and asked.
Hearing that, Cheon Euijin shook his head.
“It’s nothing.”
He simply answered that way.

* * *
“Bangseong-yeon wins!”
와아아아아아아—-!!!!
Cheers erupted. The martial contest had ended. Naelyong’s blade shattered into fragments that fell to the ground, and Naelyong himself conceded defeat.
At his words, thunderous cheers burst forth from every section of the audience. It was a martial contest worthy of such acclaim.
“Ha….”
Cheon Euijin also exhaled the breath he’d been holding. I couldn’t comprehend what had just transpired.
It was a dizzying battle.
‘What was that?’
Clearly, Bang Disciple seemed to be losing, yet at some point the tide reversed. Naelyong had even unleashed Naeigap, a secret technique of the Namgung Clan.
Yet Bang Disciple overcame even that.
‘What did he use?’
Especially that power he wielded at the end.
Not only did his hair turn pure white, but his entire body radiated light.
The way he overwhelmed Naelyong while cloaked in that luminescence was truly mystical and otherworldly.
‘…What on earth.’
What was that power?
Cheon Euijin, a disciple of the Cheongwol Sect himself, knew that Bangseong-yeon’s power stemmed from the Cheongwol Heart Method.
‘But what?’
Yet I couldn’t discern what it truly was.
It was a power I had never witnessed before.
‘…Bang Disciple. Who exactly are you?’
A power unknown even to the disciples of the Cheongwol Sect—Bangseong-yeon wielded it.
The sight of him overwhelming even Naelyong remained vividly etched in Cheon Euijin’s mind.
‘As expected.’
You should become the Deputy Sect Leader of Cheongwol Sect. You, not your sister.
Cheon Euijin bit his lip as he etched this thought deeply into his mind.
‘I want to as well.’
I want to become like that too.
Like you, who became an idol.
Like your unwavering confidence, never backing down no matter what.
Crunch.
Just as Cheon Euijin clenched his fist with determination.
Thud.
“Huh!”
Bangseong-yeon suddenly collapsed. The moment Cheon Euijin tried to rush forward—
Whoosh!
Someone leaped onto the martial stage.
‘What?’
At first I thought it was Do-hyeong, but it wasn’t. It was a woman.
A woman clad in flowing white martial robes.
That woman was—
‘Geombong?’
It was Geombong. She suddenly bounded up and rushed to Bangseong-yeon, supporting him as she moved.
Following her, Naelyong, still conscious, spoke a few words to her.
‘What is he saying?’
I couldn’t hear.
Geombong nodded and, lifting Bangseong-yeon, dashed toward the medical tent as if flying.
“….”
What in the world was happening?
I stood dumbfounded, unable to comprehend.
“Next contestant. Prepare yourself.”
The announcement rang out.
It was my turn.
‘…Sigh.’
I had to succeed.
With that resolve, Cheon Euijin’s eyes gleamed with determination.

* * *
I ascended onto the martial stage.
No matter how many times I climbed it, the place remained vast and heavy.
The wind blew in.
My hair fluttered in the breeze, and as the winter wind struck me, I steadied my breathing.
In that moment.
“Greetings.”
A voice called out from ahead.
Opening my eyes, a figure stood before me—a young man of modest build with a pleasant, approachable demeanor.
“Greetings to you as well.”
As I offered a respectful bow, the young man smiled.
“I am Baekcheon-in of the Baek Clan.”
“Cheon Euijin of the Cheongwol Sect.”
“Ah, the Cheongwol Sect. Are you perhaps a colleague of my friend Bang?”
Friend?
For some reason, my brow furrowed at those words.
“…Yes, that’s correct.”
“Aha. I’m also a close friend of Bang. Ah, but if your name is Cheon….”
“…That too is correct. You are the brother of the one I defeated.”
“Ah.”
Baekcheon-in nodded as if he understood.
I already knew of Baekcheon-in.
He was the one who had defeated my sister, Cheonhye-in. Of course.
‘Though I don’t believe it was through skill alone.’
His victory had not come from superior martial ability, but from sheer coincidence—a moment that could only be described as miraculous.
Perhaps that’s why some circles mockingly called him the Miracle Swordsman.
Recalling this, I narrowed my eyes.
The reason was simple.
‘Yet why did Bang Disciple…’
Before I ascended the martial stage.
More precisely, before Bangseong-yeon stepped onto the stage.
Bangseong-yeon had called me aside and spoken quietly.
‘Be cautious of Baekcheon-in.’
‘Pardon?’
I questioned him, not understanding, but Bangseong-yeon’s expression was grave.
‘Do not let your guard down. I mean it.’
When he learned I would be facing Baekcheon-in, Bangseong-yeon approached me immediately and spoke thus.
His sudden warning had startled me considerably, but I nodded in acknowledgment.
‘There must be a reason for this.’
If it was Bangseong-yeon, there would certainly be a reason for such words. I had that much faith in him.
‘Even if I said I saw nothing from that man.’
Bangseong-yeon’s perception would be different.
He must have seen what I couldn’t. That’s why he warned me to be careful.
“This is quite something. I’m not the sort of person who should be in a place like this…. Ahahaha….”
“….”
Rather than answer, Cheon Euijin heightened the tension.
“Do you know? They call me the Miracle Swordsman. It’s quite a fitting epithet, wouldn’t you say? Surely you think the same, Disciple?”
“Not particularly.”
“Hmm?”
“I believe luck is also a form of skill.”
My sister’s defeat was absurd, but.
On the other hand, I was tempted by the thought. Such petty feelings had spawned this notion.
“Oh…. That’s unexpected.”
Baekcheon-in marveled at Cheon Euijin’s attitude.
“Then, could it be that you think Naelyong lost the previous match due to bad luck?”
Writhe.
His words jabbed straight into my chest.
“What are you saying?”
“Well, it seemed Naelyong was overwhelming Bang’s friend. But him winning in the latter half seemed a bit odd. Perhaps it wasn’t luck but….”
“Do not speak carelessly.”
“Hmm?”
“Bang Disciple’s victory was neither miracle nor luck. That was purely his skill.”
“Your conviction is quite firm, isn’t it?”
“Indeed.”
My chest felt sore from his words.
“Even appearing to lose at first must have been part of his plan.”
“A plan…?”
“Bang Disciple never loses. Regardless of his opponent.”
“Ahahaha.”
Baekcheon-in laughed at Cheon Euijin’s words.
But.
‘What is this?’
Cheon Euijin’s expression twisted upon hearing that laughter.
He felt something strange.
“Never…. That’s a rather dangerous belief.”
Chill.
Goosebumps rose on Cheon Euijin’s forearms.
Baekcheon-in was clearly laughing, and his presence didn’t feel particularly strong.
Why did he feel this way from that man?
He couldn’t understand.
But.
“That is precisely something that can never be kept.”
“….”
The more this became apparent, the more Cheon Euijin found himself recalling Bangseong-yeon’s words.
‘Be wary of Baekcheon-in.’
Somehow.
It seemed his words would prove true once again.

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