The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 302

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 302
Heretics.
In my past life, during my years of struggle, they were the most troublesome bastards in the world.
They founded their organization by gathering those who had opened their third eyes, and they were far worse than what people commonly called cults.
They brainwashed their followers, leaving their minds fractured, and used them for countless crimes—murder, organ trafficking, you name it, they committed it all.
Moreover, it wasn’t even a small organization; no matter how much we dug, there was no end to them.
Catching their tail was never easy, and I suffered greatly because of it.
‘How much did Baek Manager and I struggle because of them.’
My mentor and I spent years rolling around because of those bastards.
‘Just remembering what happened then makes my teeth chatter.’
I didn’t even want to imagine it.
If it were merely crime, there would be no need for this.
That’s right.
‘It wasn’t just crime, and that’s the problem.’
The Heretics weren’t simply using crime to make money.
If that were the case, the authorities would handle it, not me.
But.
‘Their purpose was something else entirely.’
True to the name they were called—Heretics.
Their purpose wasn’t merely money.
Their true purpose was….
‘The descent of a Deity.’
To summon a god down upon this world.
And not just any god.
‘A Demon God.’
They wanted to summon a calamitous deity—an absurd existence—and reduce the world to ruins.
They even possessed the ability to do it; they once caused absolute chaos.
‘…Damn it all.’
Thinking about it now, my insides twist and knot.
It was when the calamitous deity descended over the city.
Buildings crumbled and collapsed, tidal waves surged, and earthquakes erupted.
It was madness incarnate. Baek Manager and I did everything we could to drive it back then.
‘…Why is this here.’
Remembering that time, I trembled as I thought.
The stake beneath my palm—I feel it absorbing vital energy.
This is….
‘The method those bastards used back then.’
The Heretics. It was what those vile bastards employed.
To be precise, the stake itself isn’t the problem.
This was merely a medium.
What mattered was this.
‘Infusing vital energy into that conduit.’
It didn’t have to be a stake. In my past life, it wasn’t a stake either. Back then, it was definitely.
‘…a pillar, I think?’
A massive pillar. An iron pillar.
That’s what I remember it being. This time, it was a stake.
Those men infused vital energy into such conduits and used them as materials.
Based on this.
‘They summoned a Calamity Demon God.’
They called the Demon God into the mortal realm and caused havoc.
‘…Tsk.’
A Demon God is a hybrid of demons and a mass of malice.
A being born from the convergence of malice and malice harbored only hostility.
Those whose instinct to erase everything transcended their level and became deities.
They cannot directly affect life in the mortal realm, but their different level of malice influences nature and creates rifts.
These transform into tsunamis or earthquakes.
Beings with only the instinct to harm life.
Thus they follow vital energy and tear through the mortal realm to emerge.
This is akin to bait for summoning them.
Condensed vital energy was such an existence.
However.
‘The vital energy I didn’t sense in that dilapidated place, I sense it in this stake.’
My judgment shifts.
I wonder what the difference is. Thinking and pondering, I recall.
‘…That place is not it.’
This place is correct, that one is not. They drove a stake there, but since it wasn’t needed, they abandoned it.
Then.
‘This place is necessary.’
Unlike that location, this dungeon had purpose.
‘…What exactly.’
What are these Patcheon-gung men trying to use this for?
Like those heretic men.
‘Are they trying to summon a Calamity Demon God?’
Why?
Those heretic men were mad, but what is their purpose?
‘…If it’s the same, we’re in trouble.’
If their only goal was to cause chaos, it would be an unprecedented problem.
As I was breaking into a cold sweat over this.
“Wol-hyeop.”
A voice calls from ahead.
It was the Plum Blossom Daeju.
“Ah. Yes.”
“Is something the matter?”
“No, sir. It’s just that the ground feels unusually damp, which caught my attention.”
“…The ground, you say? You’re right, it does seem that way. There’s nothing nearby that would account for such humidity. Peculiar indeed.”
The Daeju turned his gaze and surveyed the surroundings, while I observed him.
‘Does he know?’
Did this man also know about the wooden stake embedded in the floor?
That’s what I wondered.
So I examined the Daeju carefully.
‘His reaction is ambiguous.’
His expression and reaction were somewhat unclear—he seemed both to know and not to know.
‘Hmm.’
Observing this, I rose to my feet.
“There should certainly be something more, but are there no other passages deeper inside?”
I feigned indifference and moved forward.
I ignored the stake for now. If I tried to extract it now, I would draw suspicious attention.
Or rather.
‘If they judged that I’ve crossed a line, combat could break out.’
Sochul Daeju stands as a counterweight, but the Plum Blossom Daeju is here.
Since the Plum Blossom Daeju is also an absolute master, it’s uncertain whether Sochul Daeju would prevail.
‘There’s a significant difference in strength.’
Even if Yeo Hyeok sided with me, the power disparity would be extreme. Provoking them in this cramped space was unwise.
‘The way they look at me is subtly sharp too.’
It might be a misperception, but the gazes directed at me feel piercing. It means I’m not the only one observing.
‘I must stop observing further.’
I refrained from staring at them. As masters, they would certainly notice my scrutiny.
“There was nothing else discovered inside. It’s simply a sealed dungeon, as it turns out.”
“…Is that so? How strange.”
I spoke to him as if I knew nothing.
“Do you know anything about this dungeon?”
“I don’t. It’s the first time I’ve seen it.”
“If even the Plum Blossom Sword Masters of Hwasan don’t know of this dungeon… then it must be man-made.”
Having said that much, I turned my back.
“…In any case, since nothing more has been found, we should send a larger search party later to investigate further. There’s also the matter of the mechanism.”
“You mean to leave?”
“Yes, further investigation seems pointless for now. Regrettable as it is.”
“…I see, very well.”
The Plum Blossom Daeju, having heard my words, speaks to his men.
“We’re leaving. Prepare to depart.”
“Understood!”
We chose to return.
At least during the day, that is.

* * *
I emerged from the Dungeon and headed toward Hwasan Sect. There was no sign of exhaustion. The investigation hadn’t been particularly difficult, after all.
The problem was simply that my energy felt somewhat drained.
This was more of a mental matter than a physical one.
‘…Tsk.’
Because of the overlapping aspects with the Heretic, I kept clicking my tongue inwardly.
‘What exactly is this?’
Was it coincidence? Did similar beings exist in this world as well?
Though logically, it would make sense.
‘Something feels terribly off.’
Apart from the Patcheon-gung matter, I felt distinctly unsettled.
Ugh…. This is irritating.
As I walked, barely suppressing a sigh.
-Wol-hyeop.
A transmission reached me. It was Maehua Daeju.
-Yes, Daeju.
-It’s about that double agent I mentioned earlier.
-Yes.
-The child of Hwasan?
-Yes.
Hearing the Daeju’s words, I suppressed a laugh. I’d thought he wouldn’t ask since he kept quiet, but it seemed he couldn’t hold back after all.
Not bad. It was something I’d been waiting for anyway.
-Daeju, I apologize, but I cannot answer that question.
-….
-You understand how important this matter is, do you not?
-However, if it concerns Hwasan, I believe I should at least know. Especially if we are to collaborate. That is what Maehua Daeju conveyed.
If I wanted to collaborate with Hwasan Sect because I trusted him, shouldn’t I tell him this as well? That was the essence of his words.
He was simply saying that since I trusted him, I should let him know.
-It cannot be. No matter how much I trust you, Daeju, birds hear the words of day and who knows who hears the words of night. Please understand my position.
-…I understand.
The Daeju pressed no further. He too must have known that going beyond this point would not be wise.
‘Though it’s already too late.’
It was already too late from the moment he asked the question out of impatience.
I watched the Daeju walking ahead. Here….
‘Should I lay down more groundwork?’
I deliberated. There was one strategy I’d recently conceived.
This alone seems capable of shaking that side considerably….
‘The problem is.’
If I were to use this.
‘I’d become far too entangled.’
Not situationally, but spiritually entangled.
So I didn’t want to use it.
‘….’
That stake lying on the ground kept bothering me. Because of it, an impatience I’d never felt before crept in. As always, such impatience inevitably became a problem.
-Instead.
It influenced my choice once again.
-I’ll tell you one more thing.
Damn it all.

* * *
Crash—!
The Young Man sipping tea inside turns his gaze toward the suddenly opened door.
The one who entered with eyes wide open was none other than Maehua Daeju.
“…What is it? You always disturb me when I’m having tea. Is this intentional?”
The Young Man speaks in his characteristic languid tone. Gwima welcomes Maehua Daeju, but the Old Man’s expression is more intense than anyone’s in the world.
And.
Crash—!!
The Daeju’s foot, laden with pressure, sweeps out and sends Gwima’s desk flying.
Crunch.
The desk embedded in the wall. A bottle of tea water spilling across the floor.
Gwima’s eyes grow deathly cold at the sight.
“My, my….”
A chilling aura seeps into his voice.
“What kind of behavior is this?”
He smiles. Those around him tremble at that smile.
Murderous intent erupts.
“You keep testing my patience, crossing the line? Explain yourself. If you can’t… you might just get hurt here.”
Screeeeeech—!!!
The walls and ceiling shake. Amid the overwhelming aura, Maehua Daeju speaks to Gwima with fury.
“Repugnant heretic scum. Did you think I’d cower at such words? How utterly vile.”
“Sigh….”
Gwima exhales. In that instant.
Crunch—!!
His hand and the Daeju’s blade meet.
Boom—!!
The impact tears through everything.
“Why are you suddenly pulling such a cute stunt? What else have you been through?”
“I’m going to ask questions. You’d better answer straight. Otherwise, I don’t think I can continue working with you lot.”
“Ask what?”
Krrgh.
Even as the power struggle continued unabated, Daeju spoke to Gwima.
“Gwima. Is your true purpose really just to find Physician Uiseon in Shanxi?”
“What else could there be? We all knew and discussed it, didn’t we? You too—”
“Not just Physician Uiseon. You’re also searching for the Celestial Demon’s bloodline, aren’t you?”
“….”
A pause.
Gwima froze upon hearing Maehua Daeju’s words.
Before fury could fill Daeju’s eyes at that reaction.
“Hey.”
Gwima spoke.
Boom—!
“Ugh!?”
Daeju spat blood and was driven backward.
“You.”
The moment he landed, Gwima’s eyes appeared right before his face.
“How did you know that?”
Focus drained from his eyes, replaced by madness.
Maehua Daeju’s hand trembled involuntarily at that gaze.
Fear.
Maehua Daeju felt fear for a brief moment before Gwima’s eyes.

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