The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 305

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 305
‘Damn it.’
My body stiffened. Cold sweat immediately poured down my tense frame.
‘How is this possible?’
What was happening? I rolled my eyes to look at Yoo Cheon-gil. Despite asking him to tell me if he heard any sounds, the warning came far too late.
Was it Yoo Cheon-gil’s fault?
No.
‘I heard it too late.’
Looking at Yoo Cheon-gil’s expression, it seemed he had already been warning me beforehand.
What was going on?
Why had I suddenly stopped hearing his voice?
Questions arose, but now wasn’t the time for such doubts.
‘Damn.’
I needed to figure out how to handle this crisis.
‘What? Why?’
Had I been too hasty? I’d thought that once the personnel had left, they wouldn’t appear until tomorrow.
‘Could Gwima really be coming here directly?’
I never expected him to show himself so openly.
‘If this is the case, leaving Sochul Daeju behind was a critical mistake.’
The reason I’d separated from Sochul Daeju was to divert suspicion.
As long as he remained at Hwasan, my inaction would be proven, making my movements easier to execute—or so I’d calculated.
‘…Where exactly.’
Did my plan go wrong? They said Gwima was both a martial artist and a scholar.
Had he seen through my strategy? And not only that—had he predicted I’d come here?
Impossible.
‘Is this a trap?’
Just as I’d laid traps in Patcheon Gung, could he have set a trap for me as well?
As my thoughts reached that point.
“Where are you looking?”
“…!”
Gwima spoke to me.
“Do you see something over there?”
His expressionless face was looking directly at me. Chills ran down my spine. Last time, he’d worn an artificial smile that was unsettling in its own way, but this was different.
‘Rather.’
His blank expression was far more terrifying.
I couldn’t discern what emotion lay beneath it.
‘What do I do?’
My mind raced. How could I escape this crisis?
[Acknowledge it.]
I heard Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice. Then.
[Move aside.]
I felt something trying to possess my body. It meant the situation was that dangerous.
I was about to relax my body and let it happen.
Crash—!
“…!?”
[What…?]
Yoo Cheon-gil, who had been trying to enter, was repelled outward.
[What is this…!]
The possession had failed. What? Was the timing not right yet? That couldn’t be it…?
‘Several months have passed since the last possession.’
Possession never failed, yet it had failed.
As I stood bewildered by that fact.
“You seem to have much on your mind.”
Gwima approached me.
“…Hmm.”
The closer he came, the more tension filled my body.
Gwima’s gaze moved slowly—from me toward the sword I was holding.
“…That sword.”
The Divine Sword. The moment his eyes fixed on the blade I once used as a shovel instead of digging with one.
‘Now.’
Whoosh—!!
I swung the sword. Qi gathered. Wolrang. A crescent moon materialized in a semicircle and shot toward Gwima, but.
Clang—!!
“…Insane.”
The Divine Sword could not cut Gwima. At best, two fingers. Gwima had stopped my blade using his thumb and index finger.
Was this even possible?
Screech.
I poured strength into it, trying to cut through by any means, but it wouldn’t budge.
The difference in level was unmistakable.
“Ugh….”
“….”
Whether I struggled or not, Gwima simply gazed at the Divine Sword.
After examining it carefully, Gwima turned his gaze back to me and spoke.
“…This is indeed that person’s sword.”
He seemed to have confirmed the sword’s origin.
“A noble blade tainted by such ignoble energy. Utterly repugnant.”
Was it because I had unleashed the Blue Moon Sword Dance with the Divine Sword? His expression twisted considerably.
At the same time.
Boom—!!
“…Gasp!”
A shockwave erupted through my chest. The Gwima had struck me with his palm.
Thud—!
Pain lanced through my wrist. Strength drained from the hand gripping my blade, and my body was hurled backward.
I tumbled across the damp, muddy ground.
“Cough.”
I clutched my chest and lifted my head. The Gwima hadn’t advanced. The Divine Blade still rested in his hand.
‘Damn it all.’
I’d lost my sword. What now?
‘What else can I do?’
I was beaten. That was all there was to it.
This was a crisis. I’d been far too careless.
I never expected the Gwima to appear. How had things spiraled so completely out of control?
Throb—
Pain radiated from my waist as well. The fresh impact had aggravated my previous injury.
“Sigh…”
A breath escaped me unbidden.
The line between life and death.
It seemed I was standing right upon it now.
‘I should have brought Sochul Daeju with me.’
My panic at the thought of the Heretics had driven me to act rashly.
I’d pushed forward recklessly, trusting in the existence of Yoo Cheon-gil.
Those were the reasons for the operation’s failure.
[Ahhae-ya.]
Yoo Cheon-gil called to me, his tone strained.
[There is but one chance.]
I listened intently to his words.
One chance?
[He is a martial artist of the combat school. His reflexes are exceptional, and his body is honed for physical prowess. Direct combat is impossible.]
I already knew this from experience. A man who catches my blade with two fingers—only a fool would think victory possible.
[Apply the Moonlight technique. Blind his vision and follow the path of the sword road.]
“…”
I listened and grasped the method. Release brilliant light through Moonlight to temporarily obscure his sight.
‘Then flee along the path the sword road reveals.’
He was telling me to follow the way shown by the Wol Seon-geom Road.
Simple and direct.
‘Even I can see…’
This seemed to be the only option available to me right now.
Whoosh—!!
I immediately channeled energy into my azure eyes.
The Wol Seon-geom Road unfolded. Seeing it, I had to gasp.
‘This is insane.’
I couldn’t see it.
Wol Seon-geom’s path revealed no direction whatsoever.
I’m going to lose my mind. Is it telling me there’s no possibility?
‘There’s no way forward like this.’
A laugh escaped me. Whether it was absurd to laugh in this situation or not, I couldn’t help myself.
‘…One chance.’
If I block his vision with moonlight, I’ll have a brief opening.
I decided to trust Yoo Cheon-gil’s words. Right now, there was no answer but to believe in that.
Crunch.
I tensed my lower body. I prepared to charge at Gwima.
Thud.
‘Huh?’
Suddenly, Gwima lowered the divine blade he was holding. Then.
Whoosh.
With his pale white hand, he tried to grasp the hilt of the divine blade.
And then.
Splurt—!
‘What?’
Blood suddenly burst from Gwima’s hand gripping the blade. The blood flowed down and spilled onto the ground.
What is this? Why did blood suddenly flow? Did he hurt himself?
My eyes widened.
“…Uuugh….”
Gwima let out a repulsive sound from his nose.
“As expected….”
Then he nodded as if he had realized something. That was when.
‘Is he smiling?’
A smile appeared on his expressionless face.
And that smile was filled with such madness.
I was startled for only a moment seeing that.
‘Now.’
I thought this was my chance.
Boom—!
I charged at Gwima with all my strength.
I reached the Gwima who was smiling while looking at his bleeding hand.
And then.
Whirrrrrrr—!!
I unleashed my energy and manifested moonlight. It was a radiance that even made my own eyes squint.
Had Gwima’s vision been blocked? There was no time to worry about such things.
I moved to the left.
I slipped past the Gwima’s shadow and broke free.
I glanced back over my shoulder.
‘…It’s just standing there?’
The Gwima remained motionless. Had it panicked because its eyes were blinded? No, that didn’t seem to be it.
‘I have no idea.’
Either way, I had to bolt.
With that thought, I ran with desperate intensity.
The Gwima never gave chase.

* * *
“Ugh…. Hah….”
“…Master?”
I returned to my quarters. The moment I arrived, Sochul Daeju narrowed his brow and stared at me.
“…Where on earth have you been?”
“…There was something I needed to check on….”
“At this hour? Then you should have said something. Thank goodness you returned safely. If something had happened….”
“I ran into a Gwima on the way back.”
“…What?”
“What? That’s informal speech.”
“…Pardon?”
I wiped away sweat and let out a sigh.
“…First… I need to rest, so let’s talk later.”
“What do you mean a Gwima appeared?”
“Just what I said. I encountered a Gwima outside and came back alive.”
“…What does that even——”
Sochul Daeju reacted to my nonsensical words, but rather than explain to him, I chose to enter my quarters first.
“I almost died, seriously….”
The moment I sat down, I collapsed as if exhausted.
It wasn’t an exaggeration—I nearly died.
My heart was pounding so hard. I really almost died.
‘How did I survive?’
How had I made it out? I wondered if my method had worked, but something told me that wasn’t the case.
‘The Gwima seemed to just stand there at that moment.’
The Gwima never moved. It showed no intention of catching me as I fled, nor did it seem to have any thought of stopping me when the light burst forth.
What was that?
‘…What was that?’
I survived, but something felt off.
[What was that?]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s reaction was identical.
[…Something feels wrong?]
Yes, it was strange. Decidedly strange.
And in the midst of it all.
‘Damn it all.’
I felt the emptiness at my waist and swallowed hard.
‘I left my sword behind.’
The Divine Blade that the Gwima had taken from me.
I’d left it there.
I’m losing it—now I’m even abandoning my sword?
‘…There wasn’t really a chance to retrieve it anyway.’
I never thought I’d end up discarding the Divine Blade like this.
“Sigh….”
What should I do? Should I go back for it? If I take Sochul Daeju with me this time, wouldn’t that work?
‘…No, I doubt he would have just left the Divine Blade there in the first place.’
I’m going mad.
How am I supposed to handle this? Still, shouldn’t I go back?
‘…I should probably go check.’
The stake situation and everything else considered, moving during the day would be problematic. It’s best to move before information reaches Maehua Daeju.
With that thought, I tried to head toward Sochul Daeju.
Stagger!
“…Huh?”
Suddenly, my legs gave out.
My vision wavered.
Not just my legs—my entire body lost its strength.
[Hey…?]
Yoo Cheon-gil called out to me.
I couldn’t respond.
I lost consciousness and collapsed right then and there.

* * *
I opened my eyes.
The moment they opened, a sigh escaped me.
‘…Here….’
The space that greeted me upon opening my eyes was the same place I had seen before.
A space of pure darkness upon darkness.
That ominous realm where nothing could be seen.
I startled and examined the ground beneath my feet.
Last time I had been suddenly pulled down into it. Would it happen again this time?
Just as I was about to react in premature fear.
Thud, thud.
‘This time it’s not water.’
Unlike last time when it had been a lake, this time it was solid ground beneath me.
At least I wouldn’t be pulled down? Thinking so, I surveyed my surroundings.
Then.
‘…That is….’
I saw someone standing in the distance.
A figure clad in black martial robes that matched the darkness, with disheveled hair.
‘…That person….’
Isn’t that the same one I saw when I fell into the water before?
As I recognized this, the figure slowly turned to gaze upon me.
Our eyes met, and my body trembled.
Crimson eyes poured down upon me.
“…Who are you?”
I asked cautiously.
It wasn’t Yoo Cheon-gil. And yet.
‘In terms of presence alone….’
It was no different from Yoo Cheon-gil. Or perhaps even stronger.
It was unfathomable.
A ghost of this caliber.
‘…A Calamity Deity.’
Among demons, one of the highest. A superior deity among such Calamity Deities, occupying an exalted position.
Why was such a being here?
I was about to voice my confusion.
-Sword.
‘Pardon?’
The man spoke to me only briefly.
-Do not carry a sword with you.
‘…A sword?’
-There will not be a second chance.
The man warned me with his words.
‘No, why did the sword suddenly—’
Before I could even finish speaking.
Slice—!
My throat was suddenly cut clean through.
“Gasp!?”
My eyes snapped open.
I jolted upright in terror.
“Hah… hah…”
I clutched at my throat. It was definitely cut. The sensation was far too vivid.
“Ugh…”
A damnable nightmare. Cold sweat drenched my entire body.
I grasped my pounding heart and barely managed to calm myself.
[Ah, I see.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke.
“…Ah, Old Man. Why did I—”
Before I could even ask why I had lost consciousness.
[Pay attention to what’s in front of you.]
Yoo Cheon-gil said.
“What’s in front…?”
My gaze turned forward.
And.
“…!”
I had to gasp in shock.
In my quarters where I had been staying, someone was kneeling directly before my bed.
Blood dripped steadily from his clasped hands held respectfully, and before him lay a sword wrapped in bandages.
That bastard….
“…Gwima…?”
It was Gwima.
He knelt before me, exposing the crown of his head.
“Why are you—!”
As if arriving at Hwasan wasn’t enough, he was in my quarters?
Was he attempting an assassination?
As I moved with blood dripping from my lips.
“…I have been awaiting your cough.”
Gwima spoke to me.
“I humbly beg your forgiveness for calling upon you so rudely without prior notice.”
“…Eh…?”
His manner of speech was strange.
Gwima lowered his already bowed head even further toward the ground.
“The Gwima of the Eight Demons. The demonic arts of the Divine Cult bow before the bloodline of the great one.”
“…Huh?”
He uttered words I couldn’t comprehend.

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