The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 239

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 239
I opened my closed eyes. The eyes I had shut at that sudden moment finally opened, but.
‘What is this?’
My brow furrowed as I took in the situation.
‘Are they open?’
My eyes were open, weren’t they? Even though I was clearly applying force to my eyelids, I could see nothing.
My senses had dulled.
Ah— ah—
‘…Heh.’
I tried to speak, but it didn’t feel like I was actually speaking.
It was exactly as Do-hyeong had described.
‘All five senses have malfunctioned.’
Whether sight, hearing, smell, or anything else—everything felt broken and wrong.
Unpleasant. So this is what it feels like when all five senses fail.
‘…I’m going mad.’
I never expected him to unleash his secret technique right from the start like this.
I thought he’d use it after we’d fought for a while.
‘Is he serious?’
Don’t let your guard down. True to Heuk Taedo’s warning, he clearly intended to fight with everything he had.
‘This is bad.’
That monster of a man was charging at me with genuine intent.
Could anything be more terrifying than this?
‘Tch.’
What should I do? While I was rolling my eyes in heightened tension.
[Listen carefully.]
“…!”
I heard Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice. Ah, I could hear this old man’s voice. In that moment of relief.
[Duck down.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke.
And I immediately lowered my head as instructed.
Whoosh.
A sharp sound cut through the air.
[Half a step back. Twist your upper body to the left.]
I moved my body following his words.
Whiiiish—
Again, I heard a sound.
[Rotate using your right ankle.]
[Stop. Now leap backward from that position.]
[From where you land, lower your head about a span and drive forward.]
I moved as instructed. Still unable to see or feel anything, yet I followed his words precisely.
[Keep your left fist clenched and strike diagonally upward.]
Crack—!
I threw my fist forward. In that instant.
Boom—!!
A shallow sensation grazed the tip of my fist. Until now, I had felt nothing, but this time it was distinct, however faint.
—Gulp.
I heard the sound of swallowing. Then.
Whoosh—
The darkness that had surrounded me brightened slightly. Only then could I see.
“Cough.”
Heuk Taedo lay collapsed before me.
He was gasping and convulsing while clutching his abdomen.
‘….’
Watching him, I grasped the situation.
By following his instructions, my attack had landed on Heuk Taedo.
‘…That man can see.’
Was it because he was a ghost? Or was there something else?
Yoo Cheon-gil seemed to see clearly even through this veil, and following his guidance, it appeared my senses being paralyzed made no difference.
Which meant.
‘I can win.’
It meant I could defeat Heuk Taedo.
If I followed Yoo Cheon-gil’s instructions.
“….”
I would defeat Heuk Taedo.
If I simply followed Yoo Cheon-gil, it seemed certain to happen.
‘What is this?’
Something felt off.
[I see.]
I heard Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice.
[Something bothers you?]
“….”
He had struck a nerve. Yoo Cheon-gil looked at my face and let out a soft laugh, as if he had discerned something.
[Do you know what that feeling is?]
As if knowing the answer, Yoo Cheon-gil whispered near my ear.
[It’s that you find no enjoyment in it.]
‘What?’
No enjoyment?
[Even if you win this fight by following my hand, there is no meaning to it. You already know this.]
“….”
I thought it was nonsense.
What’s this about it not being fun?
‘When did I ever pursue fun?’
What I sought in life in the Central Plains was not amusement.
I had never lived a life pursuing such things.
And yet.
‘I’m finding enjoyment in this brawl?’
I couldn’t accept that I was deriving pleasure from something like this.
But.
‘…Is this real?’
I couldn’t even define this situation clearly.
It wasn’t that I could deny it—I was clearly feeling something unsettling.
[Tch tch tch tch.]
Yoo Cheon-gil laughs as if pleased by this phenomenon.
That laughter irritated me more than anything.
It was that attitude of “as expected” that grated on me.
What annoyed me even more.
‘Was my own inability to deny it with conviction.’
I couldn’t say it—that I don’t like these things, that this isn’t me. My own inability to say those words irritated me more.
[Don’t worry.]
Yoo Cheon-gil adds to the situation.
[I only spoke up because I didn’t want to watch you stand there dumbly while Doshin’s grandson beat you senseless. If my so-called predecessor falls in a single strike, it reflects poorly on me.]
“….”
[From now on, I’ll keep my mouth shut, so enjoy yourself. The rest is for you to figure out on your own.]
He won’t help anymore. At those words, my brow furrowed.
Now that I think about it.
‘He told me to throw a fist, not a blade.’
If I had drawn my sword in that situation, the match might have ended.
Despite knowing that, his instruction to use my fist surely meant Yoo Cheon-gil didn’t want this to end either.
“Cough. Ptui.”
Heuk Taedo spat and pushed himself up.
As if the impact had left a mark on his abdomen, he kept rubbing it, yet his face was filled with astonishment.
“…This is quite surprising, isn’t it? How did you do that? I definitely didn’t see it coming.”
“….”
I didn’t see it either. It was the other side that perceived it.
“So it wasn’t a mistake after all. Little Sword Saint. You’re the real deal.”
His eyes held deep conviction. Those eyes felt burdensome and suffocating at once.
I’m not someone who should receive such expectations.
“…I like this. I’m glad I fought you. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
Hahahahahaha.
Heuk Taedo laughed.
My secret technique failed to connect, and despite taking a direct hit, he still laughed.
“If you’re showing me that you’re not letting your guard down, then I’ll learn from that intention. I’ll come again.”
Whoooooosh—!!
Energy erupted forth, obscuring my vision once more.
The darkness that had briefly thinned was instantly filled again.
My five senses scattered anew.
As the numbness of sensation resumed, anxiety surged within me again.
[Listen well.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke.
[Before I close my mouth, let me offer you one piece of advice.]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice seemed to grow distant somehow. Was it my imagination?
[Think of the moon.]
No, it wasn’t my imagination. Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice was truly growing farther away.
[Think of the moon, and I will show you the path.]
When his voice, gradually receding, could no longer be heard.
Shhhhwack—!!
“…!”
A sharp pain pierced through my body.
My upper body had been slashed.
“Ugh—!”
I clutched my chest. I had discovered one secret of the Black Cloud.
The Black Cloud did not numb all sensations.
Just one thing.
‘…It leaves pain untouched?’
It allowed only pain to be felt as it was.

* * *
If I were to describe Peng Dojun’s life in a single phrase, I could boldly call it arrogance.
He was different from birth.
At merely five years old, he grasped a sword and defeated his older brothers who were past ten.
Once he began earnestly studying the martial arts of the Peng Clan, he captivated not only his father but all the elders as well.
The physique the Peng Clan had so desperately yearned for.
Any movement seen once could be replicated perfectly.
His senses were so extraordinarily developed that his five senses surpassed even those who had trained in martial arts.
Moreover, having superior senses meant, in other words, reading the flow of inner energy far more clearly.
He could fully control his inner energy, and that energy distributed itself far more efficiently throughout his developed body.
In short.
-A body born to become a martial artist.
The Cheonmu Jiche that everyone across the Central Plains dreamed of and regarded as fantasy.
People called Peng Dojun’s innate physique by that very name.
This was more than enough to become the miracle of the Peng Clan.
He had no rivals among his peers.
He was more than sufficient to satisfy the Lord of the Clan’s wishes and the elders’ expectations.
The day it became clear that Peng Dojun would seize the position of Younger Master over all his brothers.
‘How tedious.’
Peng Dojun lived with such words constantly on his lips.
‘There’s no fun in it.’
Life was dull and without amusement. Despite receiving all manner of expectations, Peng Dojun found existence itself tedious.
‘Is there anything interesting?’
He spoke while picking at his nose. Before him lay his older brother, beaten into a bloody pulp.
There were no more rivals among his peers.
Learning martial arts was too easy to be amusing.
Fighting was meaningless when victory came so effortlessly.
Tedious. Always tedious.
Peng Dojun’s eyes were always in such a state.
The arrogance that came from possessing the Cheonmu Jiche.
The apathy that arrived from being able to defeat anyone.
When such things were consuming everything about Peng Dojun.
‘I am Muyong Youngsoon.’
That day, Peng Dojun saw her.
A blood relative of the Moyong Clan who had come to forge an alliance with the Peng Clan.
The young woman of his age who appeared as Baekwang’s representative stole all of Peng Dojun’s senses away.
‘…Oh….’
Because his senses were extraordinarily keen, he could perceive it.
The ugly became uglier.
His senses, which made the beautiful feel even more beautiful, became paralyzed upon seeing Muyong Youngsoon.
A flower stood before him.
How could anything be so beautiful? All the tedium that had plagued me melted away in an instant.
Peng Dojun was unrestrained. Such audacity made it possible.
‘Hey there.’
At Peng Dojun’s call, Muyong Youngsoon, who had been about to leave, turned her head.
‘I think I’m starting to like you. Do you have someone already?’
‘….’
At Peng Dojun’s words, Muyong Youngsoon’s brow furrowed.
Even that expression seemed beautiful to him.
‘You don’t? If not, I was thinking maybe I could-‘
‘I do.’
‘You do?’
‘Yes. I do. A fiancé who’s quite accomplished.’
‘Ahahaha.’
He laughed upon hearing this. It was absurd—where could there be a man superior to himself?
At that moment, Peng Dojun truly believed it.
‘I’m probably better than that man anyway. Why don’t you just come to me instead?’
He spoke words that would have made the Lord of the Peng Clan gasp in disbelief, as if it were nothing.
Back then, he lacked maturity.
Or did he?
It seems he didn’t. Probably even now, he would say the same thing.
Just come to me.
There’s no one superior to me.
He spoke such words with confidence.
‘I don’t think so.’
Muyong Youngsoon’s eyes were infinitely cold.
‘You don’t? Why? Is that man so strong?’
‘He is strong. Though if he fought you, he’d probably lose.’
‘Then he’s weak.’
‘No.’
Muyong Youngsoon spoke firmly in response to Peng Dojun’s words.
‘Weakness of the body isn’t true weakness. That man is truly strong, even if his body is frail.’
‘What nonsense is that?’
If one was weak, then one was weak. He couldn’t fathom what she meant by being strong yet weak.
‘I don’t understand. Just come to me. I’ll make you happy.’
Unable to comprehend, he pressed for clarification. Muyong Youngsoon exhaled deeply and spoke.
‘Since you don’t seem to understand, let me explain.’
Muyong Youngsoon stepped closer. It was the first time. The first day Peng Dojun had ever stepped backward before someone.
‘Even if I had no one, it wouldn’t be you, so stop entertaining such useless thoughts.’
‘Why?’
‘I can’t give myself to you because you have a fatal flaw.’
‘What is it? If you wish, I’ll correct it.’
He spoke with confidence. There could be nothing lacking in him, yet if she wished, he would fix anything.
To such words, Muyong Youngsoon let out a soft laugh and said something.
‘You’re ignorant.’
‘…What?’
‘I absolutely despise foolish people. So you won’t do.’
Her words were firm and direct. After leaving that statement, Muyong Youngsoon simply walked away and disappeared.
‘Huh…?’
At that moment, Peng Dojun could only stand there in silence, unable to speak.
After standing dazed like that for quite some time.
‘I like her.’
Peng Dojun nodded to himself.
It seemed he would have no choice but to have that woman.
So he investigated. Who she was.
Who was the man who held her.
It didn’t take long to find out.
‘Hmm?’
Muyong Youngsoon had no man.
Or rather, she had one, but he was gone.
‘The Peng Clan?’
Years ago, she had been engaged to a place called the Yeolyeong Peng Clan, but the engagement had been broken off long ago.
But why had she mentioned having a fiancé?
‘…Bangseong-yeon.’
Her ex-fiancé was someone she barely knew.
Aside from being younger than himself, there was truly nothing known about him.
‘Why this man?’
Was this really the man Muyong Youngsoon had spoken of?
Weak yet strong.
It was an incomprehensible statement.
It remained so.
It was impossible to be weak yet strong.
When he finally met him in person later, he understood.
‘I see.’
He was simply strong.
Bangseong-yeon was overwhelmingly powerful.
So that’s why Muyong Youngsoon had called him strong.
There was no such thing as being weak yet strong after all.
He had convinced himself of this.
“Cough.”
Peng Dojun stared at the Young Man collapsed before him, his thoughts churning.
“What are you doing?”
Peng Dojun spoke, his voice seething with fury.
“I asked what you’re doing right now.”
The man sprawled on the ground, bleeding profusely, seemed deaf to his words.
“Answer me.”
Peng Dojun addressed the Young Man, his tone sharp.
“-The Protagonist.”
Peng Dojun’s voice was thick with rage and bewilderment.

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