The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 306

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 306
Silence hung between us. Neither Yoo Cheon-gil nor I spoke a word.
‘…What is this.’
I had to pour all my strength into understanding what I’d just heard. I couldn’t even form words.
What in the world did this man just say to me?
‘…Maye.’
I heard Gwima’s name for the first time. Not that I was particularly curious about it anyway.
‘…Bloodline?’
What Gwima had just said to me. That was what mattered.
Bloodline of the Great One? What does that even mean?
‘When the Demonic Cult speaks of a Great One.’
Only one name came to mind.
From the beginning, there was only one person the Demonic Cultists would call the Great One.
‘The Celestial Demon.’
The sky of the Demonic Cult and the deity of the Demonic Cultists.
The only one the Demonic Cultists revered was him alone.
But.
‘Bloodline?’
Gwima had told me I was the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.
What kind of nonsensical claim was this?
‘Why me?’
I narrowed my eyes. These were things I couldn’t comprehend.
Me, the Celestial Demon’s bloodline? Was he serious?
‘It’s not even a joke.’
I wondered if this was a method to lure me into carelessness. But.
‘There’s no reason for him to do that.’
Gwima had no reason to lure me into complacency. He was strong.
‘Strong enough to penetrate Sochul Daeju and reach this place.’
Skilled enough to slip past Sochul Daeju undetected and enter my quarters.
I couldn’t conclude that he had fought Sochul Daeju.
He wasn’t foolish enough for that.
The Scholar of the Demonic Cult. That’s what Gwima’s role was said to be.
The problem was.
‘Someone that intelligent chose to enter the Hwasan Sect’s main headquarters?’
It was a problem with the choice Gwima had just made.
‘…Does that mean he’s that serious.’
It seemed to suggest an urgent schedule desperate enough to force his way in like this.
I steadied my breathing.
I looked directly at Yoo Cheon-gil.
[What is this madman talking about.]
That man seemed equally bewildered by my words, confusion written plainly across his face.
Gwima simply kept his head bowed to the ground after speaking, saying nothing more.
I narrowed my eyes. Not understanding what he intended, I remained vigilant.
“…Hey.”
The moment I addressed Gwima directly.
“Yes, Young Master.”
Gwima’s head snapped up as he looked at me.
His eyes gleamed brilliantly.
Those intensely sparkling eyes were far too burdensome to bear.
“…What did you mean by what you just said?”
“What are you referring to, sir?”
“That great being you mentioned… the part about me being his bloodline.”
I pressed him for clarification on the situation.
“Ah, I am truly sorry….”
Gwima suddenly offered me an apology.
Thud-!
Thud-!
‘Is he insane?’
Gwima abruptly began slamming his head hard against the ground. Repeatedly, at that.
“What are you doing?”
“I have shamelessly interfered with the great purpose that Young Heaven was concealing, driven by my own greed and ignorance. I am deeply sorry….”
Thud-! Thud-!
He struck so forcefully that the entire residence seemed on the verge of shaking apart.
“…Stop for a moment.”
“Yes, understood.”
I tried to stop him since I needed to hear what he had to say. The moment I spoke, Gwima’s body went rigid.
He obeyed my words. His demeanor was completely opposite from before.
‘This is strange.’
Does he truly believe I am the Celestial Demon’s bloodline? He shows such deference merely from that?
‘Why on earth?’
I could not comprehend it. They were searching for the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.
What Seongheon had told me about Yoo Yeon.
I had scattered that information to Maehua Daeju to exploit the situation.
‘It became entangled like this?’
It was absurd that they were actually searching for the Celestial Demon’s bloodline in the first place.
‘And they believe that bloodline is me?’
It was an even more ridiculous turn of events.
“…Gwima.”
“Yes, Young Heaven.”
“Why did you conclude that I am his bloodline?”
I asked cautiously. Then Gwima’s eyes fixed upon me.
Whoosh.
Suddenly, he slid the divine blade wrapped in cloth toward me.
In that moment.
‘His hand.’
Gwima’s hand came into view. It was covered in wounds.
That hand had been fine before—why was it so damaged now? I was puzzled when.
“Upon seeing this blade, I came to understand.”
“…Why the blade?”
“This blade appears to be the divine weapon once wielded by the Sect Leader.”
“….”
Would I believe him if he denied it?
‘No.’
He would likely admit it. His expression bore unmistakable resolve and conviction.
“…What’s the problem with that?”
I abandoned denial and probed with a question instead. Why did I possess a divine blade?
‘Simply saying Yoo Cheon-gil should settle it.’
I was his disciple. That’s why I had the divine blade.
Most people would accept such an explanation. From what I’d observed thus far, invoking ‘Yoo Cheon-gil’ was nearly an invincible statement.
But.
“Our sect’s divine blade is a sacred artifact that proves one’s connection to the heavens.”
Slowly.
Gwima carefully unwrapped the cloth that had sheathed the blade.
Then.
“Forgive my presumption.”
He spoke to me before grasping the hilt lightly. In that instant.
Shhhhiing-!!!
“…!”
Blood sprayed from Gwima’s hand as crimson streaks ran down the cloth spread beneath.
‘What?’
What just happened?
What on earth was that?
Gwima seemed unfazed watching his own blood flow, though he clearly felt considerable pain. His eyes gleamed instead.
“…This is the reason for my certainty.”
“…Why is that?”
“A sacred artifact cannot be touched by anyone unless they carry the bloodline of the Celestial Demon. The sacred artifact simply will not permit it.”
“…?”
What was he saying? The nonsensical words made me instinctively glance at Yoo Cheon-gil. I was asking silently if his words held truth.
[…What is he saying?]
“….”
That damned old man doesn’t seem to know either.
‘…Does a Divine Blade possess such a property?’
That shouldn’t be possible.
‘But why can I?’
It wasn’t just me—I’ve clearly seen others touch it when the Dang Clan had weapons repaired.
‘Why would such a thing suddenly appear in the Divine Blade’s description.’
I couldn’t comprehend it. If it truly possessed such a characteristic, it made even less sense.
‘Then how am I able to touch it.’
It doesn’t add up.
“….”
Gwima left his bloodstained hand as is and began wiping the Divine Blade with cloth.
It felt as though the Divine Blade was more precious than his own pain or wounds.
“I apologize for soiling something so noble with filth….”
“….”
After finishing, he carefully extended the blade toward me.
I could see his outstretched hand trembling distinctly.
“….”
A silent gesture to take it.
Should I? After hesitating, I slowly grasped the hilt.
“….”
It came away naturally. The Divine Blade remained silent. As it always did.
“Ahhhhh…!”
Witnessing this, Gwima trembled with what seemed like overwhelming emotion.
His reaction was disgustingly eerie. It was unsettling to say the least.
“Ah… Ah… Just as I thought….”
“…I think there may be some misunderstanding here.”
“…I’m truly sorry… I’m so very sorry.”
“…No.”
Why was he suddenly apologizing? Now I was genuinely frightened.
As I stood bewildered.
“I should have protected you… but I failed… Ah….”
“…No….”
Something seemed to have struck him, the way he trembled was utterly bizarre.
“What are you-.”
Just as I was about to point this out and speak.
I froze.
A thought had seized me completely.
“….”
I am not of the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.
Regardless of how I can grasp this blade, that fact remains unchanged.
‘So that’s why that man reacted that way?’
Baekcheon-in. I recalled how the Demonic Cult man had been astonished at how I could wield the Divine Sword.
At the same time.
‘The one who truly seems to be of the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.’
It’s Yoo Yeon, who should be at Hwasan.
According to Seongheon, she carried the blood of the Celestial Demon.
‘…Judging by Gwima’s reaction.’
It was highly likely he had been with his clan during childhood. But why was he reacting like this?
“….”
My mind grew cold.
My throat dried rapidly at the thought that came to me.
“…Gwima.”
If this man was treating me with such courtesy because he judged me to be of his bloodline.
“Yes. Little Heaven.”
“I have much to think about now, so please leave.”
Would he not listen to my words?
“Ah… understood… if… that….”
He looked at me with extreme caution. I could discern his intention.
“…We shall speak of this separately later.”
“Understood… I am truly grateful….”
I had no idea what he was grateful for.
Gwima bowed repeatedly to me before.
“…I eagerly await our next meeting. My Heaven.”
Poof.
The moment he spoke, his figure vanished.
Where did he go?
‘The door didn’t even open.’
He disappeared without a trace. As I was bewildered by this.
Shhhhh—!!
I felt energy from the room. It was the sensation of something disappearing.
A barrier? It seemed the barrier had vanished. The moment I sensed it, I spoke.
“Disciple.”
I called out on a hunch.
Poof. Click.
“You called for me.”
Sochul Daeju appeared as if he had been waiting.
“….”
Seeing his arrival, I narrowed my eyes.
This man Gwima appeared to be far stronger than I had anticipated.
“No. It just happened.”
“Ah, yes.”
His expression suggested he found it odd to be called that way.
Click.
I held back a sigh as I watched him leave.
[…Tch.]
Yoo Cheon-gil shared my sentiment.
[The Divine Sword had such a characteristic? Then… why on earth.]
“…That’s what I’m wondering too.”
If the Old Man didn’t know, how could I possibly know?
It was an absurd situation.
‘…So then.’
I needed to verify it first.
I rose to my feet immediately.

* * *
“Oh, Bang Disciple.”
“Good morning. It’s a fine day.”
I arrived at the training grounds and met Cheon Euijin. He greeted me warmly.
“Have you come to train?”
“Ah. Yes….”
Not exactly—I actually came looking for someone.
‘Ah.’
A thought struck me upon seeing Cheon Euijin, and I drew my blade.
“Heavenly Supreme.”
“Yes?”
“Would you mind holding this for just a moment?”
I turned it by the hilt and offered it to him.
“You mean your sword, sir?”
“Yes. Just hold it briefly?”
“Ah… yes.”
For reasons unclear, he complied without hesitation when I asked, reaching for the hilt.
Or rather, he tried to.
Prick—!
“Ow!?”
The moment his fingers touched the blade, Cheon Euijin jerked his hand back.
Blood dripped from the tip of his finger.
“Are you alright…?”
“Ah… I’m fine. I was just startled. There must be a rough edge somewhere. Do be careful.”
As he moved to grab it again despite my concern, I quickly retrieved the sword.
“Ah, never mind. There seems to be something sharp on the hilt… you needn’t touch it.”
“But… was there something you needed?”
“It’s fine. It wasn’t that important anyway.”
I laughed awkwardly.
‘Damn it.’
Despite my smile, my mind was in turmoil.
“I should go repair my sword first.”
“Huh? Ah, yes, I understand.”
I left Cheon Euijin behind and moved forward. A problem with the handle? No, that wasn’t it.
‘Is this really true?’
I walked forward in bewilderment. My destination was singular.
The back mountain I’d visited before. I headed there.
It was a place I searched on a mere hunch.
“…She’s here.”
Just as I suspected, the person I was looking for was there.
Shwing-! Shwiiing!
Yoo Yeon was diligently swinging her sword.
After confirming her presence, I approached nearby.
And then.
“Hey.”
I called out to her softly.
She stiffened.
Upon hearing my voice, Yoo Yeon froze in place and turned her head toward me.
She noticed me and widened her eyes.
Then she stopped her training and approached me.
Was it an illusion? A hint of joy was evident on her otherwise expressionless face.
As Yoo Yeon drew near, I performed the same action as before.
Shing.
I drew the Divine Sword.
“…?”
And handed it to her.
“Hold it.”
“…”
Yoo Yeon grasped the handle without hesitation at my words.
And then.
“…”
“…?”
Nothing happened.
Damn it all.

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