The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 255

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 255
Whoooosh—!!
A space where the wind howled fiercely, its gusts tearing through the air. By now, the ground lay ravaged and shattered fragments were scattered haphazardly in all directions.
In such a place, a young man with crimson eyes stood entranced, staring at something.
It was the sword held by Bangseong-yeon, the Protagonist who had appeared so suddenly.
A blade of deep black, whether forged from Mukcheol or not.
The characters “Sword Saint” etched into that blade were nothing short of striking.
One could tell at a glance that this was no ordinary sword.
“…What is this….”
For the young man, such details mattered little.
Only one thing held importance. That sword.
The sword that man was wielding—that was the problem.
“Why…. Why are you holding the Divine Sword?”
There was no way not to know.
A dark blade. Even if its shape had changed somewhat and differed from its original form.
“Protagonist—!”
He could not possibly have failed to recognize it, of all people.
As he recalled this and burst into fury.
“…Ugh, how noisy…. The brat’s got quite the set of lungs.”
Bangseong-yeon scratched his ear and frowned.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying. You should explain calmly so I can comprehend.”
He swung the sword playfully and laughed. To anyone watching, his mockery was unmistakable.
“You——!”
Just as the young man, the Young Master wearing Baekcheon-in’s guise, was about to rage.
“So you’ve finally dropped that pathetic act, have you?”
“….”
Bangseong-yeon grinned wickedly at Baekcheon-in, who had revealed his true form. Baekcheon-in’s expression turned cold.
“You knew?”
“Of course I knew. My instincts are sharp as they come. Both this man and I.”
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
At the laughter, Baekcheon-in clenched his teeth.
“…Ha…. So you knew everything, yet still crawled all the way here?”
“Knowing something and its relevance are different matters… But with all this commotion, wouldn’t it be stranger if I didn’t come?”
“You don’t even know where your own feet have carried you.”
Shhhhhhhhh—!!!!
Killing intent erupted from Baekcheon-in’s body. A vile aura suffused with a metallic stench.
Seeing this, Bangseong-yeon tilted his head.
“The brat’s harboring something repulsive in his body.”
“…What became of the Sword Demon?”
I had heard that where the Sword Demon went, the Protagonist was also present.
If this man has come here, what does that mean for the Sword Demon?
Bangseong-yeon answered that unspoken question.
“Ah, that one.”
He then waved the tip of his sword languidly.
“I killed him. Cut off his head.”
“Nonsense…!”
At Bangseong-yeon’s words, Baekcheon-in’s face contorted.
Killed? The Sword Demon? It was an absurd claim.
“How dare you claim you killed the Sword Demon.”
“I killed him, so I’m telling you I killed him. If you don’t believe me, why did you even ask?”
“If you intended to shake my resolve, you’ve miscalculated.”
How could I believe such crude words? Baekcheon-in actually laughed. I didn’t know how he’d made it here, but.
“All the better.”
Baekcheon-in grasped his sword firmly.
“I don’t know how you came to possess that, but it works out perfectly.”
This was better. Everything I desired was already gathered here, so there was no need to hesitate further.
“You will die here by my hand. Little Sword Saint.”
“Hmm.”
Bangseong-yeon’s eyes narrowed at the words. Just as Baekcheon-in was about to raise his sword.
“Wait.”
Someone stepped in front of him.
An old man wearing a black silk mask—the figure who called himself Gungju.
“…Gungju. What is the meaning of this?”
Baekcheon-in’s eyes widened as he looked at Pacheon Gungju blocking his path.
“Did we not agree not to interfere with each other’s desires?”
“I have no intention of interfering. I merely have a curiosity.”
Gungju spoke without looking at Baekcheon-in, his gaze fixed solely on Bangseong-yeon.
“How pleasant to meet you.”
It was a greeting first.
“I have something to ask you. I hope you will answer.”
Tap. Tap.
Instead of answering, Bangseong-yeon rested his sword on his shoulder and tapped it lightly.
It was a gesture that meant: go ahead and speak.
“That sword—where did you obtain it?”
“This?”
At the question about the sword, Bangseong-yeon chuckled and answered.
“Why ask? You already know.”
“…Tsk, tsk, tsk….”
Gungju laughed softly at the answer. It was sufficient as a response.
“…So it was your doing that the key was never found, even after going to the Four Heavens.”
I was curious. Why the key I’d believed surely existed remained invisible.
I hadn’t decided to kill Dokuou, but when I heard that something had gone wrong and the plan had fallen apart, it was a mystery.
And.
“You were there, in that place.”
I heard that the Protagonist had been at the location where his plan was ruined.
Even when I heard the news that a mere disciple had killed Mahyeok-chang and saved the Dang Clan, I hadn’t thought much of it.
But seeing that blade, now it made sense.
“An amusing fellow, aren’t you.”
“Not a bad compliment. I’ll take it.”
“Sword Demon. Did you kill him?”
“I told you. I killed him.”
“Hmm….”
Whether I’d truly killed the Sword Demon was something the Gungju had to decide whether to believe or not.
No matter how strong one was, it was hard to believe that a mere disciple had killed the Sword Demon.
Then.
“Then let me ask you something too.”
Bangseong-yeon asked the Gungju.
“What are you?”
“Hmm?”
Whoosh.
He pointed a dark-hued blade at the Gungju. Seeing the sharp sword tip, the Gungju nodded slightly.
“So you’re asking about an old man.”
At the question about his identity, the Old Man laughed.
Though his face was hidden behind a veil, his laughter was evident in his voice.
“This old man is one who will shatter the heavens.”
“Mm.”
At the Gungju’s response, Bangseong-yeon nodded.
“So you’re a madman.”
“….”
At the flatly spoken words, the Gungju’s body stiffened.
“Well. Never mind. Whether you’re mad or insane, it doesn’t really matter much anyway.”
The madman was the Gungju, and the insane one was Baekcheon-in.
Mentioning the two of them, Bangseong-yeon took a slow step forward.
“I’m going to ask nicely, so listen just once.”
At the same time, he pointed his blade at something—Shin Chang, collapsed behind the Gungju.
Whether he was dead or alive was unclear. He simply lay there, unconscious.
“Leave that man behind and get out. If you do, I’ll spare your life for now.”
“…What?”
At his words, Baekcheon-in’s face twisted grotesquely.
What? Spare my life?
“…It seems you’re not grasping the current situation. Who exactly is saving whom here?”
His face flushed crimson. Those blood-red eyes blazed with an endless, burning light.
“Shin Chang, a candidate for Heavenly Supreme, has been reduced to this state. What could a mere wretch like you possibly accomplish?”
“Heh heh.”
At Baekcheon-in’s words, Bangseong-yeon let out a hollow laugh. The remark struck him as absurdly amusing.
“Anyone watching would think you were the one responsible.”
“….”
It was the Gungju who had reduced Shin Chang to this pitiful state.
Baekcheon-in had no reason to intervene.
Observing Baekcheon-in, Bangseong-yeon fixed his gaze intently upon his eyes.
Those blood-red eyes.
A deep crimson gaze so saturated it seemed to reek of blood itself.
Eyes he had seen before, somewhere distant.
“The Celestial Demon’s bloodline still lives.”
“…!”
“To think I would witness the crimson eyes once more.”
At the mention of the Celestial Demon, Baekcheon-in’s eyes widened like lanterns.
“How could you possibly know that….”
“There is no time for further conversation. Nor do I wish to waste it, and we lack the leisure. So choose.”
Bangseong-yeon’s expression shifted.
“Vanish, or perish.”
“….”
The Gungju offered no response whatsoever to those words.
As a brief moment passed.
“How curious.”
The Gungju finally spoke the words he had been pondering.
“No matter how I observe you, while arrogant, you do not seem to be a child lacking in intellect.”
His tone carried genuine bewilderment.
“Do you truly believe you could slay this old man?”
구구구구구구구구구구—–!!!
A tremendous presence erupted from the Gungju’s body. A vast, overwhelming aura surged forth and immediately bored into Bangseong-yeon.
Crack, crack, crack.
Yet Bangseong-yeon received the aura with his body while his smile never wavered.
“For a decrepit frame, your momentum is quite formidable.”
He laughed all the harder.
As though welcoming such power, he laughed endlessly. At that mad display, the Gungju narrowed one eye.
What on earth was this man thinking?
“…Hmm.”
The Gungju, who had been deliberating, soon shook his head.
Prolonged contemplation was hardly necessary.
“Young Master.”
“….”
The Gungju called out to Baekcheon-in, but he did not respond.
“If you will not do what you set out to do, then I shall step in myself.”
“….”
If he would remain idle, then I would act instead.
At those words, Baekcheon-in seemed to regain his senses and drew his blade.
How did he know of the Red Eyes? What was that divine sword?
Just what did this man know, and how far did his knowledge extend?
Baekcheon-in remained puzzled, yet there was only one way to find out the answer.
“…I shall end you.”
As Baekcheon-in, shrouded in killing intent, adjusted his stance.
“This is rather cowardly.”
Bangseong-yeon spoke, looking toward the Gungju.
“Asking him to face two opponents alone? That’s hardly honorable.”
“Do not worry.”
The Gungju replied to those words.
“I shall not needlessly interfere.”
There was no intention to intervene in the fight. Of course, should Baekcheon-in fall here, that would be another matter entirely.
“Hah.”
Bangseong-yeon, having grasped the true intent behind that response, could only let out a hollow laugh.
“Amusing. This is precisely why men with dirty hands are such a problem.”
Crash—!
Baekcheon-in came flying forward, driving his blade in with blinding speed to cut.
Just as he was about to unleash his strike.
Clang—!
“…Ugh!?”
The tremendous impact sent Baekcheon-in’s stance crumbling into disarray.
Crack—!! Boom—!
His joints were crushed as his knees slammed into the ground.
The impact was so violent that the earth itself cracked beneath him.
Yet the motion that trampled Baekcheon-in’s knees was impossibly light.
His blade had been flicked away in an instant.
His body subdued in an instant.
“What—!”
Before Baekcheon-in could even properly react.
Slam—!!
Bangseong-yeon seized Baekcheon-in by the throat and hurled him to the ground.
Crash—!!
“Cough—!!”
The impact sent Baekcheon-in shrieking, but even that cry didn’t last long.
Crack—!!!
A fist drove into his face.
His body, which had been trying to rise, collided with the ground once more, then bounced upward from the impact.
“Cough!”
He spat blood. Crimson streaks poured from Baekcheon-in’s mouth.
“Tsk.”
Bangseong-yeon seized Baekcheon-in by the collar and hoisted him into the air.
“When adults are speaking, don’t interrupt. This is what happens when you don’t know your place, isn’t it?”
“…Ugh….”
Baekcheon-in’s body trembled, the pain still coursing through him.
“…Heh.”
The Gungju’s reaction upon witnessing this was much the same.
“…An amusing one indeed. Truly worthy of being called Yoo Cheon-gil’s predecessor.”
Talent overflowed from him in abundance.
How much enlightenment had he grasped in that single movement?
Certainly far more than what a mere disciple, not yet past his youth, could contain.
“I am somewhat disappointed, Young Master.”
The Gungju’s gaze upon Baekcheon-in shifted.
“I had hoped to view him favorably, for he possessed a certain value….”
But having fallen so helplessly, it was difficult to regard him with high esteem.
“…Well, so be it. However lacking he may be, since you have need of him, it matters little.”
The Young Master was essential to the plan.
So regardless of his worth, I must endure it.
The Gungju, reminded of this, moved his body slowly.
“Meeting you here is fortune. To prune the Sword Saint’s sprout before it blooms—what fortune indeed.”
“….”
“You said you would kill this old one? Good. Try to struggle then. Ah, do you know this?”
The Gungju spoke with a smile playing at his lips.
“It was I who killed your master.”
“….”
He mentioned Yoo Cheon-gil.
“Is that so?”
Bangseong-yeon’s reaction hardly changed.
“And what of it?”
“…Haha….”
The indifferent response stung deeply.
“I see.”
Of the same lineage, then.
Yes, that is why he can be called a predecessor.
“And another thing—you seem to be under some misunderstanding.”
Thud.
Bangseong-yeon set Baekcheon-in down and spoke to the Gungju.
“Did I say I would kill you?”
“What?”
“I said if you didn’t disappear, you’d die. I never said I would be the one to kill you.”
“What are you—”
Shhhhwiiiiing—!!
“…!”
The Gungju twisted his body away in haste.
Craaaaaash—!!!
The space where the Gungju had been standing tore open and convulsed violently.
What was happening? As the Gungju’s gaze shifted to one side.
“…This.”
A figure stood where there should have been no one.
An old man with a withered, one-armed frame and wrinkled skin.
He held a worn sword in his hand, his gaze fixed upon the Gungju.
Upon seeing him, the Gungju spoke his name.
“The Sword Emperor.”
The greatest swordsman under heaven.
Eui Yang-yeon, the Sword Emperor.
He drew his sword down once more toward the Gungju.
Shliiing—!
The very sky was cleaved asunder.

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