The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 227

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 227
“Here are two bowls of thin noodles!”
Along with a cheerful voice, two bowls of thin noodles are placed on the table.
Unlike the steam rising in wisps, the noodles appear oddly swollen, as if they had been boiled in advance.
Clack clack.
When I lift them with chopsticks, the noodles break apart easily.
“….”
I furrow one eye at the sight, but it doesn’t matter. I hadn’t come to this place for the taste anyway.
“Slurrrp!”
Meanwhile, the man in front of me devours the noodles eagerly as if they were delicious.
“Mmm…! This is good.”
After eating noodles for quite some time, Baekcheon-in finishes them all and sets the bowl down with a clang.
“Now I feel like I can live again.”
“…Were you starving?”
He ate as if he hadn’t eaten all day. Because he ate so deliciously, I took another bite myself.
‘…What is this.’
The noodles still taste terrible. It’s amazing that he ate it so deliciously.
“Phew!”
He exhales a satisfied sigh. Even then, I had only eaten a few bites.
“Sangyon. You don’t seem to have much appetite?”
“…No….”
Actually, I wasn’t even hungry, but the noodles tasted so bad that I couldn’t eat them.
“Then can I eat it?”
“Yeah, yeah, go ahead.”
The moment permission is granted, Baekcheon-in devours the noodles like a madman.
As I watch and wait for a moment.
“Whew.”
“….”
He finishes the noodles at an even faster pace than before.
“Ah, that’s good.”
Around the time I start to find his patting his belly somewhat amusing.
“Oh, right. Sangyon.”
“What.”
“That… Is the Heavenly Supreme doing okay?”
“….”
The Heavenly Supreme. At the mention of Cheon Euijin, my expression darkens.
“Ah, I came without even being able to apologize. It’s been bothering me the whole time.”
Then he suddenly extends his hand.
“My hand is still trembling because it was my first time stabbing someone in the abdomen… I never thought I’d do something like that.”
Tremble tremble. Just as he said, the tips of Baekcheon-in’s fingers visibly shake.
And what of his expression?
‘He truly looks guilty.’
As if unaware of his own nature, Cheon Euijin’s expression radiated an enormous sense of guilt.
‘Had he not known, I would have been deceived as well.’
If Yoo Cheon-gil hadn’t spoken.
Or.
‘If I hadn’t sensed those auras.’
The malevolent energies emanating from Baekcheon-in. Had I not perceived them, it would have been a convincing performance indeed.
‘What is his purpose?’
I studied him while attempting to discern his intent, then replied.
“Don’t worry. The vital point was only grazed, so there shouldn’t be any serious issues.”
Cheon Euijin awakened during the match.
He merely opened his Wol-an, and whether his realm has truly advanced remains unclear.
‘Cheon Euijin was never weak to begin with.’
It’s simply that everyone around him is a monster. Cheon Euijin himself is quite formidable.
At the very least, he ranks among the strongest of the disciples. A first-rate talent.
One need only observe how far he has climbed to understand this.
“Then that’s a relief….”
Baekcheon-in responds with an awkward smile.
“I’ll visit him later. He should be discharged in a few days anyway.”
“Oh. Good. I must visit and offer my apologies then.”
“…Apologies.”
Hearing that, I smiled slightly before speaking to him.
“Fine, an apology then.”
Though whether he’ll actually follow through is another matter entirely.
“Well, setting that aside.”
I shift the conversation.
“So, what was the business you wanted to discuss with me?”
“Business? Ah, yes. That’s right.”
Baekcheon-in responds as if he’d forgotten. Had he truly forgotten?
I couldn’t know for certain, but I didn’t believe so.
“It’s nothing major. The Heavenly Supreme has been on my mind, you see.”
“Then why not go directly to Cheon Euijin? Why come to me?”
“Aha…. The infirmary isn’t a place one can freely enter and exit, it seems.”
“Hmm. Is that so? That’s news to me.”
A succession of hollow exchanges. With neither of us laying down genuine roots in our words, could this even be called a conversation?
What the restaurant was like, my impressions of the martial tournament.
He asked about such things, and I answered briefly.
After repeating this several times.
“Sangyon.”
Baekcheon-in’s voice shifted subtly.
“Why?”
“What is your goal?”
“…A goal?”
“Yes, a goal.”
A goal? The question came out of nowhere.
‘A goal….’
[Why are you hesitating?]
“….”
Yoo Cheon-gil pressed deeper, his voice carrying a clear intent to persuade me.
[You have something you want to do, don’t you?]
The goal Yoo Cheon-gil spoke of.
‘The Heavenly Supreme.’
The strongest being in these Central Plains. That’s what Yoo Cheon-gil had told me.
First, I would need to become the Heavenly Supreme.
But then.
‘I’m not sure.’
Could that truly be called my own goal?
If I’m being honest about what comes closest to my goal.
“Just to eat well and live well.”
“…Hm?”
At my words, Baekcheon-in’s expression shifted oddly.
“Are you mocking me?”
There’s a hint of displeasure. This is ridiculous.
“Mock you? I’m just answering your question honestly.”
Do you know how difficult it is to eat well and live well?
‘There are so many people struggling because they can’t manage even that.’
I’m one of them. In my past life, how much did I suffer trying to survive?
‘This life seems a bit messed up too.’
Still, I’m doing my best to live better than I did before.
“…You’re serious about that.”
Baekcheon-in repeated my words with that same strange expression.
Watching him, I asked in turn.
“Then what about you? What is your goal?”
What could Baekcheon-in’s goal be?
“Me? I am.”
Just as Baekcheon-in was about to answer my question.
-Bang Disciple.
“Hm?”
A telepathic message reached me.
An urgent matter has arisen.
It was Daeju’s voice. He had excused himself to dine with Baekcheon-in, but now this.
‘An urgent matter? Suddenly?’
A sudden telepathic message. What could this possibly be about?
I was reacting with confusion when—
—Currently at the inn….
“…!”
At his next words, I bolted upright.
“Hah.”
“Sangyon?”
Baekcheon-in looked at me with a puzzled expression. I spoke to him directly.
“Ah, I apologize. Something urgent has come up. We’ll continue this conversation later.”
“What?”
Without another word, I launched myself away. I needed to reach the inn where I was staying with all speed.

* * *
Immediately after Sangyon departed.
“….”
Left alone, Baekcheon-in turned his gaze toward where Sangyon had vanished.
He neither smiled nor frowned. His expression was utterly blank.
When his face bore the look of someone lost in thought—
—Young Master.
“Yes.”
Baekcheon-in answered Sangyon’s inquiry.
—The matter you mentioned is currently in progress. Additionally, a figure of Daeju’s caliber remains attached to the Protagonist, making direct approach somewhat difficult.
Hearing this, Baekcheon-in nodded.
“There’s no need to approach the Protagonist further. Simply complete the task I’ve entrusted to you.”
—Understood!
With a proper bow, Sangyon concealed his presence and vanished. Once he was gone, Baekcheon-in slowly crossed his legs.
Then, resting his chin in his palm, he rolled his eyes thoughtfully.
Each time he did, his eyes—which had begun to redden—returned to their natural color.
“Living well and in peace, is it….”
Recalling the objective he’d heard from that man, Baekcheon-in smiled faintly.
He had merely intended to pass the time and engage in some conversation.
‘He’s not an easy one to read, after all.’
The more we spoke, the more I realized it.
He was a man who kept his true nature hidden, harboring countless schemes beneath the surface.
The longer our conversation stretched, the more he obscured the path forward.
He prevented me from reaching my intended destination.
‘A troublesome man.’
So he’s not someone to be trifled with after all.
His words carry such weight.
‘I almost believed even that statement.’
For a moment, I nearly believed that goal he spoke of.
How ridiculous.
‘That can’t be right.’
The goal of the Protagonist, called Geomseong’s Predecessor, is merely to eat well and live comfortably? That’s absurd.
It would have been easier to believe if he’d said he was the Heavenly Supreme instead.
‘Is even that a calculation?’
I know he’s sensing something strange about me. Perhaps that’s why he gave such an answer.
An answer that barely deserves to be called one at all.
“How audacious.”
To dare show such insolence before me.
“I should teach him.”
Who I am.
That would be enough.

* * *
Tap tap tap—!
I rushed forward with rapid steps. Despite the distance being short, I pushed myself to my limits, and before long I arrived at the inn.
Creak—!!
The moment I pushed through the door.
The first thing I sensed was a faint metallic stench of blood.
“What….”
As my expression twisted at the acrid scent, the scene unfolding before me came into view.
“This….”
“This…!”
Everyone stood frozen, staring at one spot. What on earth was happening? The reason was clear.
‘That madman. What is he doing?’
Shing.
A young man drew his blade from a figure collapsed on the ground.
Around him lay two martial artists, both with blood streaming from their necks.
They showed no sign of movement—already dead.
Only the slow trickle of blood deepened the grim reality.
“Socheongeom has killed someone.”
“…What is this all of a sudden…!”
The one drawing his blade was, shockingly, Socheongeom.
He stood there with his drawn blade, his eyes drained of all vigor.
And I examined him with a twisted expression—more precisely, those behind him.
‘How is the Demon here.’
The women who died and became demons due to what Socheongeom had done.
Their condition had never been particularly good to begin with.
‘But it wasn’t this bad?’
Lower tier.
By classification, they were demons of the lowest grade, but now….
‘Mid-tier.’
They had transformed into demons of a level that absolutely required exorcism.
At that level, they could inflict considerable damage upon humans.
‘How did it come to this?’
It’s not strange for a demon’s threat level to increase.
But I’ve never seen it change so rapidly before.
Though I don’t understand the current situation, looking at the demons makes the prediction clear. It’s as obvious as fire.
‘They’ve been possessed.’
Actions taken while possessed by a demon. If they’ve become demons of that level, having them possess humans and commit reckless acts is hardly a difficult feat.
‘Still, something’s off.’
No matter what, that’s strange. A demon suddenly reacting like this?
‘They were never at that level originally.’
That’s why I hadn’t paid it much attention in the first place.
In the moment I was watching Socheongeom with bewildered eyes.
“Ah– Aah….”
He opened his mouth.
“Aha…. Ahahaha….”
The more he laughed, the tighter the demons behind him gripped around Socheongeom’s neck.
This is bad. Now that things have reached this state, it’s no wonder if everything falls apart. No—it already has.
‘This is going to be a mess.’
I watch him with narrowed eyes. And then.
“Worthless orthodox sect dogs.”
Socheongeom speaks with a vacant gaze.
“Unfortunate ones drunk on peace, knowing nothing.”
Grrrrgh. His voice is so mangled it’s barely audible.
Drip, drip, drip.
Socheongeom speaks while tears of blood stream down his face.
“Soon our sect’s Heavenly Supreme shall resurrect and devour you all…!”
A worn and ragged roar fills the interior of the inn.
At those words, every person inside goes rigid as stone.

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