The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 224

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 224
A smug man waving his hand.
Even as he receives the flood of gazes pouring from all directions, his indifferent demeanor—as if it were nothing new—infuriates me just to watch.
“My son!”
“….”
There’s nothing to say about him sitting confidently in the inn and waving his hand like that.
‘…Why again.’
Why is he here? Fine, whatever.
‘Let’s say he came to see his son.’
Let’s just say he came to meet his son. Though I have barely a speck of faith left in this man called Father.
Still, let me think of it charitably.
But then.
‘Who are all these people.’
Unexpected individuals had gathered together.
Baekwang sat beside my father. The Muyong Clan Leader and one of the Five Kings of the Realm sat there without a care in the world.
‘…What about Youngsoon.’
Muyong Youngsoon stood beside him with an expression of clear displeasure.
Her gaze was directed at the woman sitting right next to my father.
A radiant woman in martial robes, wearing a veil.
‘Geombong.’
Geombong Yeon.
The First Disciple and a woman called a monster by countless others.
‘…So what is this combination about?’
They were composed of people who shouldn’t be grouped together.
I walked toward them slowly. I didn’t want to go, but I had no choice.
“Why are you all…gathered here?”
What was the meaning of this combination? When I asked about it.
“Hmm? What do you mean. Just building camaraderie.”
My father spoke as if I’d asked something obvious.
“…Building camaraderie.”
Why would you build camaraderie among yourselves here?
The moment that question arose, my father smoothly placed his hand on Baekwang’s shoulder.
“So our Hyuk can get closer to—”
Smack.
“…?”
Baekwang brushed off my father’s hand the moment it touched his shoulder. Then he ate the food in front of him with an expressionless face.
“….”
“….”
The atmosphere became slightly awkward. My father tried once more, subtly.
Smack.
This time was no different. Baekwang rejected my father’s affectionate gesture.
‘He called me a friend.’
Yet Baekwang himself seemed far from friendly despite claiming we were friends.
“Ahem. Well, in any case. Hyuk is here, and our precious daughter-in-law is here too….”
“Don’t talk nonsense about daughters-in-law.”
I cut him off as he was about to ramble while looking at Youngsoon.
Ignoring his words, I went to an empty seat and plopped down.
Right after, I looked at Yoo Yeon in front of me and asked.
“…Why are you even here?”
She was someone who didn’t fit into an already awkward gathering.
Why was Yoo Yeon from Huashan suddenly joining us? When I asked about this.
“….”
Yoo Yeon made a gesture suggesting she felt wronged, but I couldn’t understand what she meant. She kept pointing at the noodles.
“What?”
What did the noodles have to do with anything? Unable to understand, I asked again, and my father answered from beside me.
“Ah, she was eating alone looking lonely, so I invited her to join us.”
“What…?”
“A lovely young lady shouldn’t eat alone and feel lonely.”
“….”
Yoo Yeon shook her head at me. It wasn’t true.
‘What am I supposed to do with this crazy man.’
Did he just sit down without asking? Then.
“…And what did the Muyong Clan Leader say?”
“He told me to sit.”
“Ah, yes.”
I simply sat because he told me to. That was all he said.
Is this gathering really okay as it is?
Actually, I’m not even sure if it should be called a gathering.
I sighed and pulled Yoo Yeon up.
“Get up. You must be uncomfortable.”
I should seat her somewhere else. There were plenty of empty seats, so I was about to move her there.
“Huh?”
My sleeve was grabbed. Yoo Yeon was holding onto my wrist sleeve.
“What. Why?”
Why was she doing this? I looked at her with confusion.
Yoo Yeon shook her head slightly. This meant….
“You don’t need to go?”
Yoo Yeon nodded. What? She wants to stay?
Just as I was tilting my head in bewilderment.
“If she doesn’t wish to leave, then we should be the ones to go.”
From a distance, Muyong Youngsoon speaks with an uncomfortable expression.
“Since you were already sitting alone anyway. We should move instead. Father. Lord of the Clan. That’s alright, isn’t it?”
“Well… even so….”
“Go.”
My father shows reluctance, but Baekwang rises to his feet as if accepting his daughter’s words.
“My apologies. Geombong.”
Muyong Youngsoon bows respectfully to Yeon.
Watching this, I speak.
“You don’t know who she is?”
“…What did you say?”
“I’m asking if you don’t know who she is.”
“What are you talking about? She’s Geombong. But wait.”
Muyong Youngsoon narrows her eyes as she looks at me and speaks.
“Are you two close? Why are you speaking informally?”
As she says this, I quietly hear her mutter “but not with me,” though I ignore it.
“As far as I know, we’ve never met before….”
“We have met.”
“When?”
“When we were children.”
“What does that….”
“Don’t you remember? You must have seen it too?”
Since Muyong Youngsoon doesn’t seem to recall, I turn my gaze to Yeon instead.
“May I tell her?”
“….”
Yeon looks at me for a moment, then nods.
“She’s the child who used to live in our house when we were young.”
“What? Who is that… huh?”
Youngsoon stops mid-sentence, her eyes widening. She’s a sharp one. Surely the memory would return to her.
“…No….”
Youngsoon stops mid-sentence, her eyes opening wide.
“You mean that person?”
“So I’ve heard.”
“…But that person was male.”
“…I thought so too, but apparently not….”
“That’s impossible…!”
Muyong Youngsoon speaks as if she cannot believe it.
As expected, Muyong Youngsoon does seem to remember. After all, in a year, there were only a few days when Youngsoon visited the Bang residence—she couldn’t have missed it.
I definitely have memories of eating together with her.
Watching this unfold, I turn to my father and speak.
“You don’t remember?”
“Whose friend are you talking about?”
“A friend who lived at our house for about a year, sir.”
“…A man lived at our house?”
“….”
What was I going to do with this man? A sudden headache struck me. I suppressed the throbbing pain and rephrased my words.
“That… the friend who came with the beautiful lady, sir.”
“Ah-!!”
Father reacted immediately upon hearing that.
“That’s right! It was indeed so.”
“….”
I truly hated this.
“Aha! That child from back then. Ahaha. A young girl, you say… and to think she’s grown so beautifully.”
“…But you can’t even see her face because of the veil, can you?”
“I can tell at a glance. I’m an expert, after all.”
I really hated this.
“Well then, how is your mother doing-”
“Father. Just eat your meal. And please close your mouth.”
I cut off his nonsense. I forcibly shoved food into his mouth.
“Gulp….”
After Father, who had been chewing the food that suddenly entered his mouth, barely swallowed, he looked at Yoo Yeon and spoke.
“Anyway… since you all know each other, there’s no need to move seats. We can eat right here.”
“…Tsk….”
At Father’s words, Youngsoon clicked her tongue. Her reaction was remarkably concise.
Honestly, I didn’t think leaving the table was a bad idea either.
‘The gazes are heavy.’
Given the nature of this place, the gazes from those inside the inn were not easy to bear.
‘It’s probably because of Baekwang and Youngsoon.’
The mere appearance of the Five Heavenly Kings draws attention, and Muyong Youngsoon sits beside him.
And moreover.
‘Father is here too.’
This is a table with Father, whose handsome face is renowned throughout the realm.
It was enough reason to wonder what kind of people we were.
‘Sigh.’
I sighed and picked up my chopsticks.
Still, I had to eat. So I was about to take a bite of food when.
“By the way.”
Father beside me spoke.
“You did well.”
“…Me, sir?”
“Yes, my son fought very well. They say it was almost a point of pride for our clan.”
“….”
For the Yeoryeong faction’s representative ruffian to say such a thing was remarkably subtle.
“You were watching…?”
“Of course. As a father, shouldn’t I watch my son’s martial contest?”
‘When did he come?’
I hadn’t known my father had arrived. I looked at him with surprise.
“You did well.”
Baekwang said it bluntly.
I responded awkwardly to his words.
“…Ah, yes. Thank you.”
“Right.”
“….”
“….”
That was the end of our conversation. Baekwang always felt this way, so there was nothing particularly surprising about it.
“Perhaps you might even win the championship. Ahahaha! Finally! It’s time for the Bangga clan to rise. We’ve been far too low compared to our reputation. Finally, the Central Plains recognizes us.”
“…You’re the one who brought us down in the first place.”
It was an audacious remark. Compared to our reputation?
‘What reputation do we even have?’
Any reputation we once possessed had been abandoned long ago.
‘Tsk.’
And now he speaks of winning the championship.
‘…The walls ahead are far too formidable.’
The obstacles in my path were the problem.
Heuk Taedo was one.
‘And this one too.’
Geombong, who sat beside me eating noodles, was also a problem. She ate well despite using a noodle strainer.
Beyond that.
‘And that one as well.’
Baekcheon-in, whose identity remained ambiguous.
His intentions and very existence were matters of concern.
‘Can I even do this?’
Winning the championship with so many strange individuals involved.
I could only question whether I was truly capable of it.
‘Tsk.’
As I steadied my breathing, something suddenly landed on my bowl.
I looked to see what it was—it was a side dish I had ordered.
It was an unnamed meat dish, and it was placed there by none other than Yoo Yeon.
“What is this?”
“….”
“You want me to eat it?”
“….”
Yoo Yeon noticed I wasn’t eating and offered me something.
“Oh, yes, thank you….”
“This tastes better than that.”
Just as I was about to eat quietly, another pair of chopsticks intruded. Muyong Youngsoon had pushed her father aside and sat beside me.
She placed food into my mouth with her own chopsticks.
“It’s what you like.”
“…Huh? Yes, yes. That’s right.”
“Eat this.”
Just as I reached for my chopsticks again at Muyong Youngsoon’s words.
Click.
Yoo Yeon blocked my chopsticks.
“What now?”
“….”
“…You want me to eat yours?”
I had no idea what she wanted. Growing impatient, I reached for what was in front of me.
“What are you doing?”
Muyong Youngsoon spoke to Yoo Yeon with a distorted expression.
“Geombong. Bang Disciple has specific foods he prefers. This isn’t one he likes.”
“…That’s not true. I like this.”
“You stay quiet.”
“Yes.”
“….”
At those words, Yoo Yeon stared intently at Muyong Youngsoon. She couldn’t respond, so that must be it.
“What’s with that look?”
Behind the veil covering her face, Muyong Youngsoon’s eyes grew fierce.
What kind of look was it?
‘I can’t see it.’
I couldn’t tell what she had seen.
“Regardless of who you are. Suddenly appearing and doing this—”
Muyong Youngsoon began to add words in protest.
“Pardon my intrusion.”
Someone appeared at that moment.
It was a familiar face.
‘Daeju.’
The Martial Arts Alliance’s Daeju who always came to the inn looking for me.
A man with an intense presence appeared.
“…!”
He stopped upon seeing Baekwang. He recognized him.
His eyes clearly conveyed the question ‘Why is this man in a place like this?’ Yet as befitted a Daeju, he quickly composed himself and looked at me.
As expected, the target was me.
Which meant.
‘Again….’
Could the person seeking me out be that Old Man once more?
“The Strategist is looking for you.”
“….”
It was as I’d anticipated. Once again, the Old Man who claimed to be my maternal grandfather was the one searching for me.
‘Ah, why again.’
I was already exhausted, and he summons me the moment the match ends—what is this about?
Just as irritation was about to surge through me.
“Furthermore, he instructed me to relay a message.”
“…What message?”
“Bring your grandchild. He said you would understand if I told you that.”
“….”
My eyes narrowed at those words.
Grandchild.
The alienation that single word carried sent a chill through my mind.
‘…What is this?’
Something had clearly gone awry.

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