The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 313

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 313
A living human can never touch a soul.
It was a fact my grandmother had emphasized to me so many times.
Even being able to see a soul that had already departed from its flesh was a distortion of natural law.
Possessing eyes that defied reason was already absurd enough.
Directly touching a soul was something the world itself would not permit.
My grandmother had driven this truth into me with such conviction, as if carving it into my very bones.
Higher souls classified as deities often influence the human realm, it’s true.
But this causes chaos in the natural order and inflicts damage only indirectly.
There had never been cases where they ‘directly’ touched living beings and caused problems.
Of course, possession was a different matter entirely.
What she meant was that there was no truly direct contact.
This demonstrated how vast and insurmountable the chasm between life and death truly was.
I had heard from my grandmother that this was an absolute law one could never escape.
Yet after living for several years in this manner,
surrounded by cursed things and sick to death of anything related to souls,
it was only after grinding through all that time that I finally understood.
When my grandmother said a living human could not touch the soul of the dead,
she wasn’t explaining a universal law.
‘She was trying to prevent me from doing so.’
Afraid that I might reach out and touch a soul.
That fear had been the true meaning behind her words.
I could only realize this when I tore out the Calamity Deity’s throat.

* * *
-끄아아아아아아—!!!
The Demon shrieked. Watching her, my hand moved.
Crack.
—Krrgghhh…!!!
I seized the Demon by the collar. A repulsive sensation flooded through me.
It was utterly different from touching a human. Like grasping a maggot—an indescribable revulsion welled up within me.
Some might call this sensation distant or noble, spouting meaningless words.
But what I felt was simply disgust.
Filthy and hideous—something I had no desire to touch.
That was the feeling.
—How…krrgghhh….
The man’s expression showed utter incomprehension.
“…That’s not particularly important.”
His reaction meant nothing to me.
“Now then. Think carefully about this.”
I spoke while meeting his gaze.
“Do you remember what I said earlier?”
I posed the question.
—Krrgh… hhhgh.
No answer came from him that I sought.
It didn’t matter.
“I’ll ask again.”
Whoosh.
I loosened the restraint I had bound within him slightly further.
Shhhhh—.
The moment the shallow knot unraveled—
—Krrraaaaahhhhh—!!!
The Demon’s screams grew louder.
[…Hah….]
Yoo Cheon-gil watching this swallowed hard.
[Ahhae-ya.]
I heard him calling my name, but I had no capacity to respond.
I looked at the man and asked again.
“What is Patcheon Gung’s objective?”
The same question I had posed before.
—Hhhgh… hhgh….
“Answer.”
Screeeeeech—!!!
—Krraaagh!
As I tightened my grip, the man’s body convulsed violently.
He trembled as if seized by madness.
-W-why… how could this…?
“I told you.”
Fear crystallized in his eyes as he witnessed the abnormal phenomenon consuming his body. Watching this, I smiled faintly and spoke.
“It’s better to speak than to suffer even in death. I warned you, but you chose not to listen, didn’t you?”
-You… what exactly are you…?
“So. Let me ask again? What is Patcheon Gung’s purpose?”
I focused my gaze and asked. This wasn’t mere intimidation—the intensity was genuine.
A sharp breath escaped.
Power gathered at the corners of my eyes. It wasn’t the opening of Wol-an.
To be precise, it was the Ghost Eye.
More accurately, the Divine Eye.
Many names existed for it, but regardless of what it was called, the meaning remained identical.
Eyes that could perceive spirits.
And furthermore.
‘The ability to touch the Realm of Death.’
The power to dissolve the boundary between the living and the dead.
It was an eye for that purpose.
And a soul cultivated for this very thing.
Do not interfere.
Do not see, do not hear.
Much less, do not touch.
Ignoring all those warnings, the karmic debt of my past life had accumulated within my flesh.
So then.
‘I had resolved not to repeat this in this lifetime.’
To avoid touching it if possible. To sever all ties with my previous existence.
I had wished to live that way, yet absurdly, I had ended up here regardless.
‘They called it the karma of bearing these eyes.’
This cursed gaze drags me to this place no matter how I change my life.
‘Or perhaps not.’
Maybe I’m not being dragged here—perhaps I’m walking toward it of my own volition.
‘Either way.’
I had ultimately created this calamity with my own hands.
-Kgh… ack…
‘How fortunate that the soul is weak.’
For a demon, it was remarkably feeble.
Little vitality, shallow resentment, possessing only petty obsessions.
A vengeful spirit of this caliber…
‘Would be simple.’
It’s not even amusing.
I gazed upon her with my eyes.
And touched her soul directly.
-Gasp….
I bound her with shackles.
“What is Patcheon Gung’s purpose?”
The third time I asked.
Finally, a proper answer came.
-A Deity….
“A Deity.”
-We must… serve… the Deity….
“I see.”
I nodded. At that point, I became certain.
‘These bastards.’
It seemed they were indeed connected to the Heretics.
Summoning a Deity?
‘It’s the same thing those bastards kept saying.’
Those were the very words the Heretics had constantly spouted.
It sounds like nonsense, but the fact that they were actually trying to do it was infuriating.
Then.
“You kidnapped the Plum Blossom Sword Masters from Hwasan. Where did you take them?”
I asked again about what I had questioned before.
Regarding the kidnapping of the Plum Blossom Sword Masters from the Hwasan Sect. When I inquired about this.
-…Flowers….
“Flowers?”
-We need flowers….
“Flowers?”
Was there a connection between the Plum Blossom Sword Masters and flowers?
The answer was vague, making it difficult to understand. I needed to hear more clearly.
“Can’t you give me a straight answer about what you mean?”
-Gasp… Ugh….
The Demon writhed.
An unmistakable sense of instability emanated from her.
-The… Deity… desires… flowers….
“What the hell kind of flowers.”
A Deity wanting flowers. It was absurd nonsense.
“What flowers could a Deity possibly want-.”
Just as I was about to continue speaking.
-Krrrraaaaaahhhhh!!
The Demon let out a scream beyond all comparison.
At the same moment.
Ssshhhhiiiiick—!!!
Smoke billowed forth as the body evaporated and vanished entirely.
“How irritating.”
I narrowed my eyes.
‘Exorcism?’
It was far more aggressive and destructive than enlightenment.
The spirit contorted grotesquely before gradually fading away.
Soon it dissolved without leaving a trace.
Watching the energy scatter through the void, I furrowed my brow.
“…What is this…?”
The sensation I held in my grasp vanished. Feeling the spirit completely dissipate, I turned my head.
‘The Deity desires a flower.’
Before I could speak further, it disappeared.
Was it a message that would shatter the spirit itself?
‘It must have been forced.’
It seemed as though a mechanism had been placed on the spirit itself to seal my mouth.
‘…Is that even possible.’
My eyes narrowed. Irritation surged through me.
‘The information is too sparse.’
It wasn’t as though there was nothing, but nothing struck me with clarity either.
What I could discern was this:
‘These creatures are connected to the Heretics.’
That much was certain.
Creak.
I rose to my feet.
[Ah, well…!]
Yoo Cheon-gil, who had been speaking, faltered.
Under normal circumstances, he would have asked why. But not now.
In my current state of mind, such a question was impossible to voice.
‘…The Heretics.’
Those infuriating bastards were here.
That alone was enough to gnaw at my sanity.

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After disposing of the Demon, I moved my body. The Hwasan Sect was likely still occupied with interrogating their captive.
But I had no time for such matters.
I continued forward with weary steps.
[Where are you going?]
Yoo Cheon-gil asked.
“There’s someone I need to meet.”
[…You.]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s eyes narrowed as if he understood who I meant.
“Don’t worry.”
[Is that what you call reassurance? You’re brimming with urgency right now. What’s going on?]
“It’s nothing like that.”
[Sure it is. If it shows on your face like this, there’s nothing left to hide, is there?]
“Ha, perhaps you’re right. But—”
I turned to face Yoo Cheon-gil.
“I don’t need to tell you everything, do I?”
[….]
Yoo Cheon-gil had his own secrets too.
And so did I.
We both understood this implicitly and chose not to pry.
I believed this was the most fitting approach for our relationship.
When I pointed this out, Yoo Cheon-gil fell silent.
It was the response of someone who understood his own position well.
I turned my head away from him.
“Are there any people nearby…”
I swallowed the question. There was no need to ask.
If there were, he would have told me.
I moved forward toward the ground below.
The location was a cliff—the same cliff I had visited before.
“…Sigh.”
After taking a deep breath, I descended downward.
Sochul Daeju wasn’t here this time. I had come alone, just as before.
I carefully employed my lightness technique, carving my way down the cliff face.
“Phew…”
I finally arrived. Fortunately, I didn’t twist my ankle.
If I had, it would have been a fatal fall. I was lucky.
I gazed slowly into the Dungeon and stepped forward.
Since I had already disarmed all the traps, there were no obstacles.
I pierced through the darkness.
Whoooosh—!!
The moon reflected in my eyes illuminated the path. Lanterns were unnecessary.
This was perhaps the greatest advantage of obtaining these eyes.
Slowly. And calmly.
I cooled my fevered mind. I forcibly erased the tangled thoughts that had accumulated.
Walking the path, I passed through the first dungeon and entered the interior.
That ground where stakes had originally been driven. Upon stepping into that place.
“….”
Someone appeared ahead. It was as expected.
‘…I had a feeling they would be here.’
If it were today.
And if it were them, they would be here now. With that certainty, I came searching.
More precisely.
‘If I were in their position.’
I acted on what I would have done had I been the author, and my intuition proved correct.
Step.
I deliberately made a sound. In that instant.
Boom-!!!
The figure lying prone suddenly slammed their forehead into the ground.
“I am deeply sorry for causing you to take such precious steps…!”
“….”
“Please, end my life…!!”
Boom-! Boom-!
I furrowed my brow at the action. Ah, please. They did this last time too, and now again. A look of disgust formed unbidden on my face.
Boom-! Boom-boom-! Boom-!!
Why do they slam their forehead with such sincerity? I truly cannot understand it.
Seeing them strike again as if blood would spill, I spoke with a sigh.
“…Stop that.”
Abruptly.
The figure’s body stilled at my words.
“Did you know I would come?”
As I asked, the Gwima lifted the head they had been bowing.
“If it is the brilliantly wise Little Heaven, I was certain you would surely come find me like this.”
I felt it before, but their eyes are terrifying.
An incomprehensible faith and madness are buried within them.
At first glance, it was an appearance I had no desire to approach. I never wanted to get close in the first place, yet here I was forced to face them.
“Yes. That’s right. I found you.”
“Aah….”
At the word ‘found,’ they became overwhelmed with emotion.
It was a truly repulsive expression.
I spoke while barely ignoring it.
“There is something I wish to ask you.”
At my words, the man’s
eyes of the Palma Demon gleamed with light.

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