The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 307

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 307
“…?”
The sound ceased momentarily. Yoo Yeon tilted her head, staring at my hardened expression.
‘…Ah.’
Watching her, I exhaled a silent lament. The way she held the Divine Sword so casually—it forced me to consider countless possibilities.
‘Is this real?’
Could this actually be true?
The Divine Sword could confirm something like this? Truly.
‘Yoo Yeon is the Celestial Demon’s child?’
The demon lord who had drenched the world in bloodshed.
The daughter of an existence born from war itself, a being that had become the object of terror.
‘…And she’s the Sword Saint of the Orthodox Sect.’
It was undeniably bewildering.
I hadn’t given it much thought hearing only Seongheon’s words. But now, every conceivable thought flooded through me.
“….”
Yoo Yeon stared directly at me. When subtle emotions flickered across her eyes.
“Ah. Sorry.”
I retrieved the sword from her.
“I needed to verify something.”
“….”
“I apologize suddenly. Continue with what you were doing.”
As I turned to leave, Yoo Yeon tried to grab me again, but I quickened my pace.
‘What on earth is this?’
My mind was completely scattered.
The shocking revelation felt like it would freeze my thoughts entirely.
That Yoo Yeon carried the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.
The reaction that Gwima had shown me.
The purpose of Patcheon Gung and the Demonic Sect.
All of those were problems too.
‘Then why?’
If the Divine Sword of the Celestial Demon reacted to the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.
‘What am I?’
This Divine Sword gripped in my hand.
Why was it showing no reaction to me?
That was my greatest question.
“….”
After walking for some time, I gazed at the sword. In my haste, I hadn’t even sheathed it.
Shwip.
I quickly slid the Divine Sword into its scabbard and licked my parched lips.
‘I’m going mad.’
If the Divine Sword reacted this way, it’s understandable that Gwima would misunderstand upon seeing me.
More than that.
‘The bait I scattered must have become a problem too.’
I tried to create a rift in the opposing camp by using Maehua Daeju.
‘That’s what caused this.’
The mention that I’m searching for the Celestial Demon’s bloodline—could that be what Gwima reacted to?
‘Was he really searching for them?’
If he truly was, then it makes sense.
That I knew about it, and even that I possessed the Divine Sword.
When you consider that, the pieces connect.
Gwima was searching for the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.
‘More importantly, he’s seen them.’
From the words about failing to protect them, he’s seen the Celestial Demon’s child.
Which means.
‘He’s seen Yoo Yeon.’
And he connected that to the Divine Sword and misunderstood me.
‘Age-wise, Yoo Yeon and I are the same age….’
Her childhood appearance came to mind.
‘When she was Hong Daecheon….’
The fact that she disguised herself as a man. That’s what I remembered.
‘If the reason Hong Daecheon disguised herself as a man and lived that way’
connects to being the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.
‘Then all of Gwima’s misunderstandings align perfectly.’
That I’m male and the same age as Yoo Yeon.
Plus the ability to wield the Divine Sword.
‘Wow.’
I marveled inwardly.
‘What is this.’
A situation where misunderstanding is inevitable?
“From any angle, I look like the Celestial Demon’s son…?”
The evidence was overwhelming enough to warrant certainty, not mere misunderstanding.
“Ugh.”
My neck is completely stiff. Now, beyond being the Sword Saint’s disciple, I’m even being mistaken for the Celestial Demon’s child by Marin.
‘My life.’
I wonder if a life can get this tangled, this thoroughly knotted.
Now that it’s come to this….
At this absurd turn of events, I looked up to the heavens.
[….]
Yoo Cheon-gil stares toward where Yoo Yeon was, his expression completely hardened.
Ah, right. This old man didn’t know, did he?
‘So she didn’t hear that Yoo Yeon is the Celestial Demon’s child.’
Seongheon and I had argued before I left the room, so it seemed she hadn’t caught the entire conversation.
[…That young girl.]
“Yes. So I’ve heard.”
[….]
Yoo Cheon-gil trailed off mid-sentence, his lips pressing shut. His expression suggested his mind was churning through countless thoughts at once.
“Contemplation is admirable, but—”
We didn’t have the luxury of time for deliberation.
“…It’s about the Divine Blade. You weren’t aware of such conditions?”
[I wasn’t.]
“Truly?”
[Yes. I’ve never seen anyone else wield the Divine Blade in the first place, so how could I have known?]
“But how did Dokjon and Lady Dang manage to touch it?”
Setting aside my own case—how did Dokjon, who stole the Divine Blade, and Lady Dang, who repaired it, ever manage to handle it?
As I pondered this mystery,
[It may have been because it was broken.]
“…Broken, you say.”
[The Divine Blade shattered in our final battle. I did it myself.]
“I see.”
If the blade was damaged, the effect wouldn’t activate? That reasoning made a certain kind of sense.
“Hmm….”
Is that so? It could be. It very well could be.
“…Then what am I?”
What am I, carrying this Divine Blade around right now?
As I wrestled with that thought,
“…Ah.”
Something flickered across my mind—a fleeting recollection.
‘Could it be that?’
Perhaps.
There was one possibility, however remote, that might explain everything.
….
I lowered my gaze to the Divine Blade before me. The reason I could wield this sword.
“No, surely not.”
Yet something told me the answer lay within this very blade.

* * *
The appointed time to collaborate with Daeju was noon, and I still had some time remaining.
So I returned to my quarters first. I had originally planned to go cultivate, but.
‘…I should probably check on that.’
What had occurred to me just now—I needed to verify it.
[What are you trying to do?]
Having returned to my quarters, Yoo Cheon-gil asked with evident curiosity.
“Nothing significant. I simply felt the need to confirm something.”
[Confirm?]
“Yes. My body isn’t particularly spacious, yet it seems someone is living inside me.”
[What are you talking about?]
“Such things exist. I’ll rest for a moment.”
[What?]
Yoo Cheon-gil attempted to speak further, but I ignored him and drew the Divine Sword.
Shwing.
The sharp blade emerged. I placed it neatly across my thigh and laid my palm upon its surface.
Then I closed my eyes.
With eyes shut, I slowly examined the sword, tracing my fingers across it as if sensing its texture.
After repeating this several times.
Shhh.
A peculiar sensation brushed past. I didn’t miss it. Grasping it forcefully, I loosened the ring I had placed in a corner of my heart.
Click.
Along with the sound of gears shifting.
Thud.
As if plummeting from a great height, I felt my body falling.
The moment I sensed it, my eyes snapped open.
“….”
The seated posture had somehow become a standing one, and upon surveying the space, I could only exhale slowly.
“Hah.”
The sigh echoed quietly.
This was a place I had visited several times before.
The black space.
A world where sky and earth alike were charred pitch-black wherever my gaze fell.
Splash.
As I moved my feet, the sound of water reached my ears. Looking down, black water was splashing beneath me.
“Last time it was earth. This time it’s water?”
Whether it alternates in sequence or simply does as it pleases—I couldn’t say.
It was absurd. Thinking of this, I turned my gaze.
“…Tch.”
I swallowed dryly. After that moment of silence.
“My apologies.”
I began speaking to myself. Though strictly speaking, it wasn’t really to myself. If my suspicion was correct, there would definitely be someone listening.
“I’m a bit nervous, but could you come out? I came all this way to talk, after all.”
My words, spoken lightly, trembled beneath the surface. I wanted to hide it, but it wasn’t easy.
Still, there was no response. So I spoke again.
“Look, if you’re renting a room in someone else’s house, you should at least look the owner in the face properly. This kind of evasiveness won’t—”
The moment I spoke with such boldness.
Ssssshhhhh—!!!
A vibration rippled across the calm waters before me.
A whirlpool formed and I watched as something was slowly pulled downward. Seeing this, I swallowed hard again.
It’s coming.
I can feel the presence. From within that water.
An aura I absolutely did not want to face was unmistakably present.
As I remained vigilant and watched.
Ssssshhhhh—!!
Soon, a figure began to emerge from the water’s edge.
As if climbing invisible stairs, it walked slowly upward.
“….”
Hair dripping wet and a body equally soaked.
Tattered clothes clung damply to its form.
The height was remarkable. Not quite as tall as Yoo Cheon-gil, but still an impressive stature.
No, wait.
‘That’s not a person.’
I needed to be precise with my words. That was not human. I had come knowing that. I had to keep my wits sharp.
‘…This is insane.’
My fingertips trembled as I looked upon the figure. I had felt it before, but the aura was extraordinary.
This was no mere demon.
A Calamity Deity.
I could sense the presence of something classified as divine.
My insides twisted, but I endured even that.
As the figure finally revealed itself completely, I spoke.
“…It’s good to see you.”
Shhhhh.
No response came to my greeting.
Instead, pale, withered fingers rose to brush back its hair.
“….”
A chill.
I met the crimson eyes hidden within that matted, tangled hair.
The moment our eyes met, my skin crawled.
An aura that froze my body solid.
‘…that’s it.’
This is genuinely terrifying.
I poured all my strength into hiding my trembling fingertips.
And so I spoke again.
“Still, a person offered a greeting—”
Shing.
“…!”
I heard something cutting through the air. Instinctively, my hand flew to my throat.
That sound just now—it came from my neck, didn’t it?
Remarkably, I wasn’t cut. It was merely a sensation that brushed past.
This was.
‘A warning not to get cocky?’
It felt like a sensation I’d picked up instinctively from observing the presence.
Pure instinct, really. The instinct that I’d die if I pushed further.
“…Who are you?”
So I simply got to the point.
Who are you?
“And why are you in this place?”
The presence in this place. The one who had been continuously summoning me here, making itself known.
Why in my body….
‘Not my body, though.’
To be precise.
‘The Divine Blade.’
It was an entity that existed within the Divine Blade. At first, I thought it dwelled within my body. But that doesn’t seem to be the case.
It wasn’t originally here.
‘It came to me by riding the Divine Blade.’
That’s the most logical way to see it. Cases of demons transferring after someone mishandles an object are commonplace.
This situation seems to be one of those cases.
‘That something like this would happen to me.’
Of all people, to me.
Me, whose spiritual energy was so formidable that I’d never experienced such a thing.
‘Possessed by a ghost because I mishandled an object?’
It was utterly deflating.
This was the same emotion I felt when I saw Yoo Cheon-gil.
All that talk about my spiritual energy being too strong to ever be possessed proved meaningless.
‘That old man moved through my body as if it were his own home.’
Yoo Cheon-gil had accomplished possession far too easily.
It was possible because he was an existence beyond a General Deity.
Something that far exceeded my realm.
And that’s precisely why it was possible.
In other words.
‘That existence as well.’
It meant he was no different from Yoo Cheon-gil.
As I kept this in mind and remained vigilant.
[How amusing.]
The man spoke.
His thick, coarse voice passed through my ears.
[Your question is laughable.]
“…What.”
[You already know the answer, don’t you? Speak it yourself. If you do, I’ll give you the answer.]
“….”
He’d struck the nerve. It was something I hadn’t dared ask, hoping it wasn’t true.
But it seemed I had to ask now.
The existence that had been in the Divine Sword and then lodged itself in my body.
Not only had it been a constant irritant to me, but considering Gwima’s affairs and matters of the Divine Sword, there was only one possible answer in this situation.
Recalling that, I asked.
“…Are you the Celestial Demon?”
Upon hearing my question, the man.
[Correct.]
“Damn it.”
I uttered the most unwelcome answer.
He was the Celestial Demon.

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