The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 247

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 247
Screech—!! Kwaaaagh!
Chilling sounds continued to echo relentlessly.
The unceasing sounds of bodies being torn apart and endless screams.
Even the stench of blood so thick it clogged my nostrils.
In a situation where I’d retch just standing still, I ran without pause. I couldn’t afford to stop.
I moved urgently, scanning my surroundings. Identifying the figures scattered about.
Swish—!
I tightened my grip on the blade in my hand. Then.
“Left side, ponytail.”
I pointed out a man. The giant beside me reacted to my words.
“Confirmed.”
Boom—!!
Like a beast pouncing, the giant Heuk Taedo rushed forward with explosive speed. His blade, stained dark with energy, sprayed forth like ink.
Shwooooosh—!!
“Kugh!?”
The man startled and defended against Heuk Taedo’s assault. He swung his blade without hesitation.
“What—what are you doing!”
The man cried out in panic. He wore the robes of the Martial Arts Alliance, appearing to be one of us.
‘A traitor’s mark.’
The traitor’s seal on his back was unmistakably clear. That’s why I’d pointed him out to Heuk Taedo.
Crunch—!!
Heuk Taedo didn’t respond to the man’s protests, simply pressing down with overwhelming force.
I watched the man tremble, his strength gradually fading. Seeing this, I gathered power in my legs.
I was thinking I should finish this.
Whoosh—!
But a wind sound reached me first. Something rushed past me at tremendous speed.
Then.
Kwaaagh—!!
“Cough—!”
The man pinning down Heuk Taedo shrieked and collapsed. He’d been cut down.
It wasn’t me. Surprisingly, Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin had rushed in and sliced the man down.
“Tch.”
Heuk Taedo clicked his tongue sharply.
“My body’s damaged, so my strength isn’t flowing properly.”
He frowned continuously, clearly frustrated he hadn’t finished the kill himself.
What did it matter who did what?
And.
‘They’re fast.’
The two who’d rushed in to help Heuk Taedo were impressive in their own right.
Heuk Taedo may have grasped something through Cheonmu Jiche’s intuition, but those two were not among them.
‘Yet there’s no hesitation.’
The opponent didn’t even know what they were getting, yet they swung their sword without a second thought. This was truly remarkable.
Especially Cheon Euijin.
‘Something.’
He seemed different somehow, but I couldn’t tell what had changed.
Then.
“That bastard… something’s different about him.”
Surprisingly, Heuk Taedo uttered the same words.
“Did something happen?”
“…I’m not sure.”
As for what happened to Cheon Euijin, there wasn’t just one thing.
‘Wol-an’s opening.’
Opening Wol-an during the fight with Baekcheon-in. That would be the most significant change, surely.
‘Can it change him that much?’
It seemed like a rather abrupt transformation.
Especially since his wounds probably hadn’t even fully healed yet.
As I pondered this question, Yoo Cheon-gil explained it to me as if answering my thoughts.
[Opening Wol-an is indeed a change of that magnitude.]
It is?
Could such a transformation occur just from his eyes turning blue?
[It’s not simply the irises that change. What’s important to understand is why it changed.]
I listened intently to the explanation.
[The principle of Wol-an’s opening is how thoroughly the Cheongwol Heart Method has permeated the physical body. It doesn’t end with merely residing in the dantian, but seeps into the meridians and skin. Because of this, it affects even the eyes, allowing Wol-an to open.]
A fusion with the heart method.
From the moment the body begins to synchronize with it, Wol-an opens.
This is what you might call…
‘Reaching the peak.’
Peak Martial Artist.
The point where inner energy naturally permeates the body, elevating one to what is commonly called superhuman status.
Opening Wol-an seemed similar to that. And then.
[Correct.]
Yoo Cheon-gil nodded as if that was the answer he’d been seeking.
[Wol-an’s opening is achieved alongside reaching the peak.]
‘…!’
My eyes widened slightly at those words. This meant…
‘Cheon Euijin has reached the peak.’
It meant that Cheon Euijin, who was originally first-rate, had opened Wol-an upon reaching the peak.
[Not everyone who reaches the peak can open Wol-an, but to open Wol-an, one must reach the peak. Of course.]
Yoo Cheon-gil chuckled and continued.
“Unless you’re an exceptional case like you, that is.”
‘….’
I’d opened Wol-an’s eyes with a third-rate body, let alone reaching the peak.
This was indeed an exceptional and peculiar case, just as Yoo Cheon-gil said. With Yoo Cheon-gil’s help… no, it wasn’t help at all.
‘It was semi-forced.’
Not even semi. He’d forcibly shoved it into my body. It was like planting a time bomb.
‘Anyway. So Cheon Euijin’s transformation is because of that?’
At the mention of reaching the peak, I looked toward Cheon Euijin.
“…Phew… Hah.”
His flushed expression was striking. It seemed Cheon Euijin himself had recognized that something within him had changed.
‘…Hmm.’
I supposed it was good. Though this wasn’t the time to be thinking such things… it was indeed good.
‘Right, I’ll let Cheon Euijin’s case slide.’
This time I shifted my gaze backward. As for Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong, I’d let them pass.
‘What’s with her?’
Now I looked at Geombong, who was behind us. Geombong had simply been following along with Muyong Youngsoon the whole time, taking no particular action.
That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
‘It’s those two who are strange from the start.’
Heuk Taedo could be explained away as Cheonmu Jiche, but Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin, who went and killed whenever I told them to kill, were definitely strange.
Not knowing who the opponent was and simply going to cut them down was strange behavior, so Geombong quietly following along was closer to normal.
‘Something feels off.’
There was something that made me hesitate to accept such a simple explanation. I suppressed the nagging premonition that kept tugging at me.
‘We’re almost there.’
We were just moments away from where Cheon Rijin-an was.

* * *
Crunch.
A young man descended the forest path, his black martial robes glistening with blood across his entire body.
Even the sword he gripped was drenched in crimson, and the metallic stench of blood vibrated through the surrounding air.
“Hm.”
Baekcheon-in exhaled softly, his gaze sweeping across the space. Mangled corpses filled the area.
“They keep coming, like vermin.”
White martial robes—garments that marked them as warriors of the Martial Arts Alliance. Baekcheon-in’s expression twisted with contempt as he regarded them.
“Disgusting creatures.”
Clang. He spat the curse and sheathed his sword at his waist. Then, from elsewhere, a figure appeared and knelt before Baekcheon-in.
“Young Master.”
“Report.”
Baekcheon-in spoke without even looking at the figure. At his words, the figure bowed deeply.
“The forces of Pacheon Gung have successfully launched an assault on our alliance headquarters.”
Upon hearing this, Baekcheon-in let out a soft chuckle.
“They breached the formation? That borrowed treasure is proving its worth. And?”
“Operations in Hanan Province are proceeding as planned… and the Pacheon Gungju is currently engaged in battle with Shin Chang.”
He spoke with confidence, but at the mention of the Pacheon Gungju actually fighting Shin Chang, Baekcheon-in clicked his tongue briefly.
It seemed this man was not all talk.
“It appears we have reached the designated point, so I submit this report.”
“Good. Then it’s time to move.”
Baekcheon-in turned his body. The moment had arrived.
“I must inform those narrow-minded orthodox sects that the Demonic Cult has returned.”
Whoooosh.
Baekcheon-in’s eyes gradually transformed. From a pitch-black darkness to a blazing crimson red.
“Summon all forces.”
“I shall obey your command.”
The figure who delivered his response vanished without a trace.
Watching this, Baekcheon-in slowly swept his hand through his hair.
“The Gungju should have understood my words.”
The Pacheon Gungju who spoke of killing both Shin Chang and the Protagonist. There was one thing Baekcheon-in had told him.
Shin Chang could be handled on his own.
But the Protagonist—he would kill with his own hands, so the Gungju was not to touch him.
“Shall I go?”
Baekcheon-in moved, recalling those words.
In that instant.
Kuuuuuuu–!!
Black energy flowed from his body, soaking the ground beneath him.
It was a terribly dense and thick aura.

* * *
Boom—!!
“Gasp!!”
“Argh!!”
I continued fighting and moving. The number of enemies kept growing, and with them, the casualties mounted endlessly.
I’d lost count of how many I’d cut down.
‘This truly has no end.’
Why were there so many of them?
It was baffling how they’d managed to hide so effectively in the first place. Could the Martial Arts Alliance really harbor such a massive conspiracy within its ranks?
Questions only multiplied. Beyond the Alliance’s own forces, the fact that Patcheon Gung’s own personnel had appeared in greater numbers was an even graver problem.
‘How did they breach through?’
Even with numerous conspirators within the Martial Arts Alliance, their military strength wasn’t weak.
It made no sense that they’d penetrated so easily.
‘Even accounting for negligence, this was severe.’
At this point, they’d likely employed some other method. Whatever it might be.
“How much longer?”
Heuk Taedo asked from beside me. He looked somewhat exhausted. Understandably so.
‘Everyone’s bodies are in terrible condition.’
It hadn’t been long since the tournament ended. The fact that we’d endured this long in such a state was remarkable.
“We’re almost there.”
The fortunate part was that we’d nearly reached our destination. I could see it with my own eyes—Cheon Rijin-an’s quarters.
As we approached that place.
Screech—!!
A martial artist ahead drew his sword with a contorted face.
“Stop—!”
“Come any closer and I’ll kill you.”
Screech—!
I halted at the warning.
The martial artists’ attire was dire. Their robes were torn in multiple places from several previous battles, and the fabric was stained with blood.
It meant countless skirmishes had occurred in a short span.
After stopping, I immediately spoke to the martial artist.
“I am Bangseong-yeon of the Cheongwol Sect. I’ve come to see the Strategist.”
“Cheongwol Sect…?”
At my words, the Alliance’s martial artist examined me. He was checking my clothing.
“The Sword Saint.”
“…I cannot grant you passage to see the Strategist in the current situation.”
My identity was confirmed, but the martial artist refused passage. It was only natural. When an attack erupted, vigilance was warranted.
However.
“Please go inside and tell the Strategist—that Bangseong-yeon has come. That his grandson has arrived.”
“…What?”
“Huh?”
“What did you say?”
At the mention of grandson, not only the Martial Artist but also the colleagues nearby widened their eyes.
“Grandson? What do you mean by that?”
Muyong Youngsoon’s reaction was particularly intense. She approached and even grabbed my arm—clearly quite shocked.
However, I didn’t have time to worry about Youngsoon’s shock right now.
“Please just relay the message. I can be of assistance.”
“….”
Maeng-won closed his eyes tightly for a moment, then whispered something to the others.
“…Wait here.”
One of them went inside. Seeing that, Heuk Taedo, Do-hyeong, and Cheon Euijin immediately turned their backs.
They took up positions guarding the four directions.
Not long after.
“H-He says you may enter.”
Permission was granted, as expected.

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As I entered the interior, the Martial Artists were looking around in all directions with expressions of extreme vigilance. I examined them one by one and ventured deeper inside.
Then, the figure I’d been searching for came into view.
“You’ve come.”
“…Yes.”
Cheon Rijin-an.
The Martial Arts Alliance’s strategist and god of war was looking at me with an expressionless face.
And beside him was Baekwang, whom I’d been searching for so desperately.
“Lord of the Clan….”
“….”
Baekwang looked at his daughter and me with somewhat surprised eyes. As I was observing him, Cheon Rijin-an spoke to me.
“So you came to see me in the midst of this chaos.”
“Yes. Grandfather, you’re in danger—how could I merely stand by as your grandson—”
“Enough of such nonsense. Get to the point. What help can you offer?”
“….”
An impatient old man. I let my gaze wander.
There were three figures wearing the robes of Daeju. Those of Daeju rank had at least reached the pinnacle of absolute masters.
The man who’d been watching me was here as well.
After observing them, I looked back at Cheon Rijin-an, then—
“I can help. But first.”
My gaze shifted from Cheon Rijin-an to Baekwang.
“Lord of the Moyong Clan.”
“….”
Baekwang looked at me.
“I’ll use one wish.”
“…!”
Baekwang’s body stiffened. I spoke, observing his reaction.
“Kill the man standing right next to the Lord of the Clan.”
At those words.
Shing—!!!
“Huh?”
Without hesitation, Baekwang severed the neck of one of the Daejus standing beside him.
It happened in an instant.

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