The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 259

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 259
A hero.
At Jegal Jin’s words, my eyes immediately contorted.
‘…A hero? What hero?’
What was he suddenly talking about? And what impressions?
As I stood there bewildered, unable to comprehend,
“Your expression is amusing.”
Jegal Jin chuckled and spoke. With his exhausted face, his laughter only made him look more irritable.
“I came to check on you as soon as I heard you’d awakened. But judging by your condition, you’ll need more time.”
“…That’s….”
“Come to the Jeong Hoe Guan in half a shichen. Don’t be late.”
Jegal Jin suddenly extended his hand toward Muyong Youngsoon beside me.
Seeing this, Muyong Youngsoon pulled several letters from her bosom as if she’d been waiting and handed them to Jegal Jin.
Thump.
Jegal Jin took them and simply walked out.
“…What?”
He just leaves like that? And he’ll come back in half a shichen?
As I stood there bewildered by his words, I asked Muyong Youngsoon.
“…What was that? What did you hand over?”
“Ah.”
Muyong Youngsoon answered my question calmly.
“It’s the Bang Disciple’s medical examination records. Letters documenting what the Physician said.”
“Why are you giving that to the Scholar?”
“He requested it.”
“What?”
He requested it? That?
“Why…?”
“I’m not sure either. Perhaps he’s worried about his grandson?”
“….”
It was such nonsensical talk that I didn’t even bother responding.
Worried about his grandson, he says.
When neither of us has been thinking about grandfather or grandson.
And.
‘Grandson.’
Both Jegal Jin’s words and Muyong Youngsoon’s reaction.
‘It seems.’
The people around me had figured it out to some degree. Of course they would have.
‘I said it myself, after all.’
The situation was urgent, and on my way to meet Jegal Jin, I had revealed that I was his grandson.
Everyone present had heard it.
It wasn’t just one or two instances. Even in urgent situations, such words were difficult to forget.
‘It may have spread to some degree.’
There was a strong possibility that considerable rumors had circulated regarding this fact.
Of course.
‘Though there’s also a chance Jegal Jin suppressed it.’
Since it happened within the Martial Arts Alliance itself, if Jegal Jin wished, it wouldn’t have been difficult for him to completely block the rumors at their source.
‘In any case….’
He arrives in half a quarter hour.
I recalled Jegal Jin’s words and swept back my hair.
Even so, the lake’s surface continued to reflect my image.
‘What is this,’
My appearance completely transformed to white hair. And my qi reserves had grown considerably.
‘…And the situations that unfolded afterward.’
It was time I learned about those matters.

* * *
After some time had passed, when we gathered again at my quarters.
I sat at the table with my fingers pressed against my brow.
“…So.”
In a brief span, I had questioned Cheon Euijin and Muyong Youngsoon for information.
During those seven days and nights when my mind was elsewhere, what had transpired?
The two of them answered my questions about that.
And synthesizing all these events, I had reached a conclusion.
“…I became a hero?”
I had arrived at a conclusion that was rather peculiar.
“Yes.”
Cheon Euijin spoke with sparkling eyes.
To this, Muyong Youngsoon nodded with an expression that seemed to be barely suppressing laughter.
“Not merely a hero, sir. The hero of the Southern Lands…. The light of an era who saved Cheon Rijin-an and the League Leader…. The hope and dream of the righteous path, and….”
“No. Up to there…. Please stop right there.”
I didn’t want to hear more. Something kept rising from within me, threatening to overflow.
[Kkhup…. Kkuk… Kkul….]
And someone above was openly mocking me, which only made my mood worse.
“…No…. That… Ah…. That’s not it….”
Words didn’t come easily. No matter what I tried to say, it felt like spitting while lying down.
‘What is this really.’
My head was throbbing. Based solely on Cheon Euijin’s words….
‘I really did become a hero?’
He said the way people throughout the Southern Lands treated me had changed considerably.
The assault by the Demonic Cult, resurrection, and the organization known as Patcheon Gung.
The headquarters of the orthodox faction, where the main alliance was based, came under attack from enemies.
Tremendous casualties resulted from the assault.
People screamed and wailed in agony, and even as the members of the Martial Arts Alliance struggled to repel the reappeared Marins, they found themselves unable to hold the line.
It was then that figures wielding brilliant blades emerged to drive back the invaders.
And that was none other than….
A hero.
The Protagonist Bangseong-yeon.
He was hailed as the hero who had repelled this assault.
Yes, that was me.
‘…Me?’
Surprisingly, the rumors painted it exactly that way.
Not only had I eliminated the Marins and repelled the heterodox faction members.
I had also rescued Cheon Rijin-an from danger and saved the fallen Shin Chang.
Most remarkably, I had effortlessly severed the neck of the Sword Demon, who was said to rival the Celestial Demon himself.
The world was astounded by the incomprehensible feats of a mere junior disciple.
“Insane.”
Even the person in question had to lose consciousness upon hearing such words.
“What is this nonsense…?”
What did I rescue?
Cheon Rijin-an and Shin Chang?
And moreover.
‘…I killed the Sword Demon?’
The claim that I had killed the Sword Demon was bewildering.
‘Did I really kill the Sword Demon…?’
I was not unfamiliar with the Martial Artist known as the Sword Demon.
He was a Marin who had been active during the Demonic Great War and was among the high-ranking Marins said to serve under the Celestial Demon.
But.
‘That man was alive?’
Not only was a Marin thought to be dead somehow alive, but I had supposedly killed him upon his sudden appearance?
‘What….’
What in the world was happening?
‘Exactly….’
Just what.
‘Has this body been doing?’
What had this man been doing with my body?
I stared at Yoo Cheon-gil, who floated in the empty air before me with widened eyes.
He drifted lazily as usual, picking at his nose.
[Hmm? What are you looking at?]
He responded to my gaze with an indifferent expression.
“….”
No matter how much I think about it, I cannot recall what happened.
It was different from my usual possessions. Normally, I could remember the sensation of the body perfectly.
‘This time, there is no memory at all.’
It was just like when I first possessed a body.
‘…What is the difference?’
What could possibly be different that I cannot remember?
I pondered this matter carefully.
‘Ah, surely not.’
One thing came to mind.
‘…Because I haven’t possessed a body in so long?’
Each time I possessed a body, it seemed to require rest periods, and the duration would be cut short.
Yoo Cheon-gil once said that a few days would hardly allow the body to hold even a fleeting moment.
‘This time was quite lengthy.’
I had not possessed a body for nearly several months. Even when there were situations where I should have possessed one, Yoo Cheon-gil refused to do so.
Only when the current situation arose did he finally borrow my body.
‘Is that the reason?’
Perhaps because I had not done it for so long, the possession duration became extended, and that is why I cannot remember.
If I had to guess, this was the most likely explanation.
“Sigh….”
Very well, I suppose I can accept that I have no memory of it….
“…So what is the current situation exactly?”
I can accept that I have become a hero.
But that was not what concerned me most right now.
“Ah…. That is.”
Cheon Euijin, upon hearing my question, rolled his eyes for a moment. Then he said.
“…The Martial Arts Alliance has apparently scheduled a conference.”
“…Is that today?”
“Yes. It was arranged quite urgently, so the schedule is rather tight…. Though it seems….”
A conference.
I focused on that detail. The reason was simple.
“…The conference venue is the Central Assembly Hall… and quite soon at that.”
The place Jegal Jin had called me to was precisely where the conference would take place.
That was my greatest concern.
‘…This is not good right from the start.’
What exactly is this conference they speak of?
On the surface, one might think it is simply the executives of the Martial Arts Alliance gathering to conduct business.
‘But this is not an ordinary conference.’
What is being held now is called a Jeongdo Conference.
A Jeongdo Conference is not merely a level where the executives of the Martial Arts Alliance gather to conduct affairs.
‘…It is where the leaders of organizations belonging to the orthodox sects convene.’
When an incident occurs, the leaders of organizations belonging to orthodox sects gather for negotiations with the Martial Arts Alliance.
This typically happens when dissatisfaction arises with the Alliance, and it hadn’t occurred in nearly fifty years.
‘And they’re doing it today of all days.’
They’re holding such negotiations today. This is what’s been eating at me.
Not that holding it is a bad thing.
‘Why are they calling me?’
Why are they summoning me to that place? That’s what bothers me most.
‘The Martial Arts Alliance must be taking this seriously.’
The fact that they’re convening negotiations means the Alliance itself considers this no ordinary incident.
Of course it isn’t.
‘Hanan was attacked, after all.’
Hanan, where the main headquarters exists.
It happened during the Dragon Phoenix Gathering, one of the greatest festivals there.
I’m certain the Disciples suffered casualties in the assault.
And there would be those who lost their lives in that chaos.
Direct bloodline members died in the attack on Hanan.
How many organizations would sit idle watching that?
‘…The atmosphere at this negotiation won’t be pleasant.’
It’s a conference convened merely seven weeks later. I wonder how many have actually arrived.
‘Even just those who came will create a murderous atmosphere.’
It certainly won’t be a good one.
But.
‘Do I really have to go to a place like that?’
Why must I attend?
“…Sigh.”
When I’m unsure how to handle these complicated, unpleasant feelings.
Creak—!!
The door suddenly opened.
“Pardon my intrusion.”
“…Daeju?”
The figure who appeared was that Daeju who had been guarding me.
Fortunately, he seemed unharmed from the incident.
“It’s nearly time. The Scholar has ordered me to bring the Young Master.”
“…Isn’t it still early?”
I speak as if thinking ‘it’ll take a while before half a double hour passes.’
“The Scholar instructed me.”
Daeju speaks while looking at me.
“In case you attempt to flee, he ordered me to bring you safely.”
“….”
Hearing this, I squeezed my eyes shut.
“…Daeju.”
“Speak.”
“Isn’t there a contradiction between what you said before and bringing me back safely…?”
It was simply an order to drag me along, merely dressed up in more refined language.
I point this out.
“Similar enough.”
Daeju answers as if questioning what difference it makes.
“…I’m still a patient.”
“The medical records stated there were no issues with immediate activity.”
“…This is infuriating.”
Ah, damn it. I wondered why she took that from Muyong Youngsoon….
‘Was she planning to use it now?’
In any case, she was a sharp mind.
Being the cleverest person in the Central Plains, it was only natural.
“…I have no choice but to go, do I?”
“The Scholar said-”
“…Let’s go.”
Further conversation would yield nothing different. I acknowledged the situation and rose to my feet.
‘…I don’t know what she’s plotting.’
Though irritation gnawed at me, being dragged along like this.
The order to come fetch me immediately upon waking.
I was curious about the reason.
Or rather.
‘Honestly, I already know the reason.’
The calculations were complete. Half a double-hour was sufficient time to verify everything.
So I go.
‘It doesn’t seem like a total loss.’
I understand what Jegal Jin intends.
And.
It seems like it wouldn’t be entirely unfavorable for me.
That’s why I move.
“…Let’s go.”
The Jeong Do Society.
I rose toward the den of the Heavenly beings.

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