The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 250

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 250
Boom—!
The massive figure drops to one knee.
One knee strikes the debris-scattered ground.
Drip, drip.
Blood seeps across the floor unabated.
Among the rivulets of blood slowly spreading across the ground, the Giant—Shin Chang, the Martial Arts Alliance Leader—barely maintains his composure with his spear.
“…Haaah….”
He exhales heavily. His condition was far from normal.
Deep sword wounds carved across his upper body gushed blood without cessation.
And from the cuts and punctures scattered across his frame, blood continued to flow.
And.
“What a pity.”
The Pacheon Gungju—the architect of Shin Chang’s current state—slowly descended before him.
“Had one of your eyes remained intact, you would not have fallen so easily. No, rather.
Whoosh—!!
A blade flew into the Pacheon Gungju’s outstretched hand and was seized.
“Had there been no unnecessary hesitation, this would never have come to pass. Would you not agree, Shin Chang?”
“….”
Shin Chang did not answer, instead lifting his gaze to meet the Gungju’s.
That first moment.
The instant he beheld the Gungju’s face—that was the problem.
That momentary pause had created this present circumstance.
“I ask you.”
The Gungju questions Shin Chang.
“Where have you hidden the key?”
“….”
The key. Upon hearing those words, Shin Chang burst into laughter.
“Hahaha.”
At his low chuckle, the Gungju’s brow furrows.
“Why do you laugh?”
“…So that is why you came here.”
With effort.
Shin Chang straightens the knee upon which he knelt, rising once more to his feet.
Though his body was drenched in blood, he steadied himself with unwavering resolve.
“You sought traces of the Celestial Demon? Gungju. What do you intend to do with such knowledge?”
“Well. There is no need for you to answer that.”
“Then my answer would be no different.”
“Is that so? How unfortunate.”
Whoooosh—!!
The Gungju slowly applied pressure to the blade in his hand.
“You don’t need to speak. After all… you’re not the only one who knows about the key.”
“…”
Just as the Gungju, gripping his sword, was about to clash with Shin Chang once more.
“…Hmm…”
Suddenly, the Gungju stiffened his stance and gazed toward something.
Shin Chang did the same.
The Gungju looked toward that direction, his expression betraying discomfort.
“This changes things considerably, doesn’t it?”
The figure who appeared after hearing those words—a young man—answered with a smile.
“Ordinarily, I would have pretended we were merely conversing.”
The figure was none other than Baekcheon-in.
He approached Shin Chang and the Gungju, his black martial robes billowing.
“Since we’re doing this anyway, I thought it best to do it properly.”
“Young Master. What do you mean by that?”
“…Young Master?”
At the Gungju’s words, Shin Chang’s face contorted.
The term “Young Master” itself was the problem.
“Ah. How careless of me. Allow me to introduce myself belatedly.”
Baekcheon-in introduced himself to Shin Chang, whose face had hardened.
“I am the Young Master of the Demonic Sect…”
Baekcheon-in paused, choosing his words carefully. There was no longer any need to hesitate.
“My name is Dokgo Hyeok. I greet the Leader of the Alliance. I am…”
Dokgo Hyeok. His true name, which he had always wished to speak.
And moreover.
“The new Heaven of this sect.”
This too was something he had longed to declare.
“…The Young Master of the Demonic Sect? That cannot be.”
Shin Chang’s expression suggested he could not believe Dokgo Hyeok’s words.
Young Master?
“A descendant of the Celestial Demon survived?”
“Ahahaha.”
Descendant. That word was so absurd that Dokgo Hyeok could only burst into laughter.
“A descendant, yes. That’s right. One survived. Even in that hellish place, I endured… and have risen to this point.”
“…”
“That expression is delightful. Yes, it was to see that very expression that I have survived until now.”
Kekekeke.
Dokgo Hyeok laughed for a long time, even with Shin Chang before him.
“Ah, let me mention this beforehand. I have little interest in revenge. The Celestial Demon was weak and perished. There is no great meaning in dwelling upon it.”
The defeat of the Celestial Demon.
The aftermath of the Righteous-Demonic War concluded with the Orthodox Sects’ victory. As a result, the Demonic Cult was annihilated and faded into history.
By mentioning that, I meant to say I had no interest in revenge.
Yes, revenge held no interest for me. Dokgo Hyeok’s objective was never such a thing to begin with.
The Celestial Demon died simply because he was weak.
That he ultimately failed to achieve his purpose merely meant his strength was insufficient.
“I am different from him.”
What Dokgo Hyeok would demonstrate was simple.
“If he lost because he was weak, then this time I need only grow strong and claim victory.”
Screeeech—
Dokgo Hyeok seized his chest.
Then his eyes stained crimson.
“Young Master… this is not the time.”
Pacheon Gungju’s face twisted as he spoke, but—
He could not stop Dokgo Hyeok.
“This is a greeting gift. I’ve always wanted to give it. I hope you savor it deeply.”
His lips curled upward as if seized by madness. Those crimson eyes. Shin Chang’s gaze wavered faintly at the sight.
Crimson Eyes. Those eerie, distant pupils were the same uncanny gaze the previous Celestial Demon possessed.
Shin Chang tensed his arms.
He moved by instinct. He had to kill that thing.
He poured strength into his battered body and attempted to thrust his spear forward, but—
쿠아아아아아아아아아아—!!!!
The acrid aura erupting from Dokgo Hyeok’s body caused the air itself to ripple.

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“What’s wrong with you?”
Cheon Rijin-an asked, noticing the cold sweat dripping down my face.
“…It’s nothing.”
I wiped away the sweat frantically. Why was such an aura spreading like this?
Watching the distant disturbance, I swallowed hard repeatedly. At that level, something had definitely gone wrong.
‘An aura that’s been dormant for centuries.’
In my previous life, even if resentment accumulated and coalesced, it would take centuries at minimum.
During the wars, something bearing immense grudges accumulated evil across countless eras to the point it should have ascended to godhood.
We called such things Calamity-Level Deities.
Entities whose very existence could scatter calamity across an entire region.
Whether triggering earthquakes or summoning storms.
Or unleashing tidal waves to sweep everything away.
Beings that could bring every conceivable disaster and inflict devastating harm upon people.
They were too vast in scope and too violent to simply classify as demons—we gave them the title of gods.
‘That aura is a Calamity-Level Deity.’
Judging by the magnitude of the aura surging skyward, it was unmistakably at that level.
And that was the problem.
‘Why is it here—’
How could a Calamity-Level aura be spreading from that direction?
My entire body trembled. The spiritual energy twisted my insides into knots.
Malevolent energy was invading my body. It stimulated my primal instincts.
An aura of such magnitude spreading across the earth would surely affect the very fabric of dimensions.
‘…Demons will be drawn here.’
Malevolent energy calls to demons. With such an overwhelming aura, those scattered across the region would surely respond.
‘Wait.’
Demons respond to malevolent energy? Realizing this, I turned my gaze.
‘Damn it.’
My eyes widened at what I saw. Spies.
The men sent from Patcheon Gung were showing signs of change.
‘Their aura has amplified.’
The energy they possessed was swelling unnaturally. Were they reacting to that surging aura?
‘This is bad.’
I sensed something ominous. Feeling it, I immediately spoke to Cheon Rijin-an.
“Strategist.”
“Speak.”
“Something is wrong. From now on, we must be cautious of the spies we’ve identified—”
Just as I was about to alert him to the situation.
“Krrrraaaaahhh—!!!”
Whoooosh—!!
“What!?”
Suddenly, the specially separated traitors. One of them convulsed and slashed his blade at the surrounding martial artists.
That wasn’t all.
크아아아아—!!!
The other martial artists and traitors alike seemed to rampage, wildly swinging their blades in all directions.
This was troublesome. Why were they suddenly acting like this? As I narrowed my eyes in confusion.
“Initiating the second operation.”
Cheon Rijin-an spoke calmly despite the unfolding chaos.
Hearing that, several martial artists immediately moved into action.
Shhwaaack—!!!
The traitors’ necks were severed. The two Daejus who received orders began swinging their blades without hesitation.
It seemed this had already been planned.
Had they even anticipated they might rampage?
Shhwirrrk—!!
The Daeju’s blade spun swiftly, severing the traitors.
However.
Thunk—!
“…!”
The moment the Daeju swung his blade, the sword meant to sever the neck stopped halfway through.
“Grrrrgh—!!!”
As if strong energy had wrapped around the neck, it wouldn’t cut cleanly.
The attacked man tried to swing his blade in retaliation.
Shhwaaack—!!
The Daeju applied force and finally severed the man’s neck. It required strength, but he managed to cut through.
I could see the Daeju’s eyes waver as he witnessed this.
The intensity was stronger than anticipated.
‘Did the aura influence the body itself?’
The rampaging aura seemed to be affecting the physical body directly.
I understood this phenomenon.
‘…They’ve been stained.’
Being stained by the evil aura itself. Those possessed by demons suddenly have their bodies dominated, unleashing impossible strength.
It wasn’t that they exceeded human limits or manifested special power.
It was simply that they burned their life force to fuel their bodies.
Humans facing death often display impossible strength.
That’s when the body entrusts its maximum power to instinct and draws it out completely.
In such cases, the body suffers strain and muscles typically rupture.
This was no different.
‘For this to suddenly happen now?’
The evil aura was rampaging, suddenly eroding from all directions.
It unfolded in an instant. If I traced the cause, it would certainly be the calamity-level aura I felt now.
‘I’m going crazy.’
What should I do? If that aura keeps spreading….
‘The demons in this area could gather in one place.’
It wouldn’t be strange if demons reacting to the aura clustered together and something erupted.
‘For now, the distance is great enough that no one can sense it.’
At that level of intensity, it might even affect ordinary humans without spiritual power.
While the Daejus were killing the Saejaeks, I had to rack my brain for a solution.
‘What do I do?’
At that level of aura.
‘…Should I do it?’
Something I hadn’t done in this life.
Something I’d exhausted myself doing in my past life until I grew sick of it.
‘That’ was what I was contemplating.
‘…Should I use my power?’
If I wanted to, I might be able to.
I didn’t have much time to deliberate.
Crunch.
I clenched my teeth hard. There was no choice. I was about to pull out what I’d been hiding.
[Ah, Hae-ya.]
“…!”
Yoo Cheon-gil called out to me. My body stiffened at his voice.
[A gift has arrived.]
‘What?’
A gift?
Moreover, was it my imagination? Yoo Cheon-gil seemed to be smiling as he spoke.
I turned my gaze.
“Who is it—!”
The martial artists reacted. Someone was walking toward us from afar.
An old man with black hair wearing a black martial robe.
The peculiar thing was that he had no right arm.
“…That man…!”
Cheon Rijin-an froze upon seeing him. He seemed to recognize this figure.
“The Sword Demon…!”
At Cheon Rijin-an’s words, martial artists all around reacted.
“The Sword Demon…!?”
“If it’s the Sword Demon…from the Demon Martial Arts Tournament….”
The reactions were ones of shock. I was no different.
‘The Sword Demon…?’
The Sword Demon. He was known to be an absolute master under the Celestial Demon’s command and a Celestial Demon-level martial artist.
Since he was known to have fought to a draw with Doshin at the point of contact where he lost to the Celestial Demon and died, his abilities were well-documented.
The problem was.
“If it’s the Sword Demon… isn’t he the one the Sword Emperor killed?”
It was already known that the Sword Emperor had slain the Sword Demon.
A figure from the Demonic Cult suddenly appearing here?
And furthermore.
‘This man is also wrapped in demonic aura.’
A demonic aura incomparable to the other assassins coiled around his entire body.
“….”
The Sword Demon, who had appeared suddenly, gazed at someone with cold eyes.
It was Cheon Rijin-an.
“Found you.”
With those words.
Chill—!
Goosebumps erupted down my spine. An overwhelming murderous intent washed over me.
Shhhhh.
The Sword Demon grasped his blade with his left arm. It was chilling and ominous.
My breathing quickened. The Daejus were already moving, rushing toward him.
The rampage of Calamity-Level Aura and the emergence of the Sword Demon.
In the midst of these unforeseen events repeating themselves.
[That’s enough.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke briefly.
[Ahhae.]
His voice reached me.
[Draw the Divine Blade.]
My hand moved of its own accord. The blade wrapped in cloth hanging at my waist.
I reached for it.
Crack.
As I grasped the Divine Blade I carried.
[Rest now. From this moment on—.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me with a voice brimming with exhilaration.
[The Moon shall return.]
With those words, strength drained from my body.

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