The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 314

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 314
When I first laid eyes upon Gwima, what struck me was bewilderment.
By any measure, he appeared young—at most, approaching his thirties.
Though his visage suggested such youth, the reality was far different.
‘…I’ve heard he was a monster who distinguished himself in the Demon-Celestial War.’
Even if not elderly, he should have reached at least middle age.
Moreover, the Eighth Marin? A supreme master who once served as an elite among the Marins.
That such a being could maintain this appearance was itself the problem.
Perhaps.
‘Like the Sword Empress.’
Had he, as she did, constructed youth through the Reversal of Life and Motion? Such thoughts crossed my mind.
‘…But that’s unlikely.’
Judging by Sochul Daeju’s reaction, Gwima doesn’t appear to have weakened.
Of course, the prestige and presence that the epithet “Gwima” carries might explain his cautious demeanor.
‘I’m not so sure.’
From what I could observe, that didn’t seem to be the case. Just look at what happened before.
‘He infiltrated the Hwasan Sect without hesitation.’
And afterward, he escaped from the Hwasan Sect as though it were nothing.
‘No matter how….’
The Plum Blossom’s Celestial Demon. Even if Seongheon’s condition is poor, the fact that they couldn’t gauge Gwima’s true level
meant he was a formidable powerhouse.
‘….’
I swallowed dryly. My throat burned, but I concealed it.
I gazed upon Gwima before me.
“Little Heaven.”
Little Heaven.
At those words, my brow twitched.
Simultaneously, I looked toward Yoo Cheon-gil.
[…This….]
Yoo Cheon-gil seemed to be trying to say something to me, but his words didn’t reach my ears.
It was the same as before. Even Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice, which I could hear clearly, and the possession that was always possible if I maintained proper distance—both were now blocked.
I flicked my finger. Seeing this, Yoo Cheon-gil moved immediately.
Without words, our thoughts aligned.
Yoo Cheon-gil approached and attempted possession, but.
Zzzt.
It was the same as before. This time too, he was repelled.
‘Is it because of this man?’
Gwima. His presence seemed to be destabilizing Yoo Cheon-gil’s spirit.
‘Now that I think about it.’
I surveyed the surroundings. The demons and other ghosts that should have been visible were almost entirely absent.
This level of absence is quite unusual.
[Tsk….]
Yoo Cheon-gil clicked his tongue briefly. It seemed possession wasn’t working.
The inability to possess meant losing my last refuge for survival.
‘Focus.’
Am I at the cliff’s edge?
Ahead of me is a creature favorably disposed toward me?
‘This is ridiculous.’
Quite the situation. If things go wrong here, I have no idea how the creature might react, yet I’ve deliberately crawled to this dangerous place.
I wouldn’t have done this under normal circumstances.
But.
‘These heretics….’
Of all things, heretics.
I couldn’t remain idle knowing those who made me suffer so much in my past life existed.
‘I don’t know what they’re trying to do.’
If they truly are connected to the heretics.
And if they’re plotting something.
‘It will inevitably bring disaster upon me.’
If it were just local trouble, I’d let it be.
‘But the scale of their schemes is extraordinary.’
It spans the entire realm. I’ve even heard what they’re attempting.
‘They’re summoning a deity.’
Again.
It’s that again.
If they’re summoning a deity, it won’t be an ordinary one.
‘A Calamity Deity….’
That bizarre existence that tormented me so grievously in my past life.
A cursed deity that feeds on human misfortune and resentment. They must be trying to summon it.
I can imagine it.
Even if I don’t want to.
‘I feel like I’m going to be sick.’
A succession of memories that make my head throb just recalling them.
Calling it imagination hardly does it justice.
This was closer to remembrance than imagination.
With such beings appearing, I had to do something.
No matter how bitter it tastes.
‘A small heaven, he said.’
I recall what Gwima mentioned.
A small heaven.
Then there must be a large heaven as well.
‘What does the Great Sky matter?’
Obvious.
‘The Celestial Demon, then.’
What else could it be besides the Celestial Demon? Judging by this, Gwima seemed to regard me as the Celestial Demon’s offspring.
I could tell just by looking into his eyes.
‘How terrifying.’
A madness suffused with absolute conviction.
Those crazed eyes reminded me of something.
‘…Where have I seen this before?’
The fanatic who revered the Heretics possessed that same gaze.
Which meant—
‘Does Gwima regard me as a deity?’
Perhaps he does. If my interpretation of those eyes is correct.
“Ask me anything you wish…”
“…Yes.”
I hesitated briefly, considering what to ask first, then spoke to him.
“…Gwima. Were you searching for the Celestial Demon’s bloodline?”
“Ah, yes…yes, that is correct.”
His trembling eyes sent shivers down my spine.
“I am sorry…truly sorry…ah…ahhhhh…”
“…What do you apologize for?”
“Because I am incompetent and worthless…I failed to protect the Small Sky…How can I ever atone for this…If you wish it, I shall embrace death this very moment…!”
“Wait…!”
Gwima stopped mid-sentence and reached toward his chest with his hand. This was genuine.
Thud—!
At my words, Gwima froze.
“We are still conversing. What are you attempting…”
It would be troublesome if he died on his own. Though his death might ease matters for me, I still had questions that needed answering.
Hearing my words, Gwima breaks into a wide smile.
“Ah…how merciful you are. Truly, you are the Small Sky.”
“…”
What mercy was he speaking of?
I could not comprehend it. No, there was no need to.
‘How could I possibly understand a madman?’
There was no point in trying.
What mattered to me now was not understanding Gwima, but something else entirely.
“You were trying to protect me?”
“Your memory does not serve you. That is understandable. You were so small and young back then.”
“…”
Yoo Yeon came to mind. I deliberately pushed the thought away.
“I apologize…. I should have offered my life. Yet I failed to do so…. Because of that.”
Crunch, crunch, crunch…!
Gwima’s trembling hands clawed at the earth beneath him.
“…A creature without lineage has ascended to a position of honor.”
“….”
Without lineage? What did that mean?
A figure flickered across my mind. Baekcheon-in, wasn’t it?
‘That man.’
The one who harbored such vicious malice.
“But… I am grateful.”
Gwima’s snarling expression softened once more. His emotional volatility was truly incomprehensible.
“For I have found the Little Heaven at last…!”
“…What changes by finding me?”
“Of course! The rightful Little Heaven has returned. You must reclaim what was lost.”
With trembling fingertips, he reached toward me. Startled, I stepped back.
Disappointment flickered across Gwima’s eyes at my retreat.
“…So you were indeed searching for me.”
“Yes. This Gwima… has devoted a lifetime to the Little Heaven….”
“Enough of that. Then you stand with me?”
“Without question!”
Boom!
‘Ugh.’
The surrounding space trembled from the force. It was the aura Gwima released with his roar.
‘…He’s insane.’
How powerful must one be to unleash such overwhelming force? It was enough to shake me to my core.
“…This Gwima. I have lived solely for you.”
“…Hmm.”
Should I believe him? In truth, it matters little. The being he devoted his life to was never me.
What matters is whether Gwima stands with me now or not.
“…Then, you can answer everything I wish to know?”
“…Ah….”
My question caused Gwima’s gaze to shift subtly. I sensed a faint hesitation.
“Is it impossible?”
I asked, wondering if this was beyond his capacity.
“If the Little Heaven desires it, I would wish to grant everything, however….”
Gwima fell silent for a moment before continuing.
“Unfortunately, my lips are sealed, and there is little I can reveal….”
“Your lips are sealed?”
“Yes.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“….”
Gwima closed his mouth. Just as I was about to express my confusion at this—
[Seal… complete.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke. Though his voice was fragmented, I could understand him this time.
‘A seal?’
I’d heard of it before. Something about preventing certain information from being spoken, or so I thought.
‘…So he’s bound by it and cannot speak?’
So such things were possible. It was something I hadn’t known.
“…If you wish, I could tell you, but should I do so, I would no longer be able to serve the Lesser Heaven.”
“What, you mean you’d die?”
“….”
He fell silent again. His silence meant he couldn’t deny it—which meant yes.
‘Speaking would mean death.’
In that instant, the incident at the inn flashed through my mind.
Those who had died the moment I tried to interrogate them.
And moreover—
‘Even after becoming a demon, she couldn’t finish speaking before dying.’
Did this seal called a restriction affect even the soul? If so…
‘It’s not merely a seal of the Central Plains…’
It was more accurate to call it the domain of curse magic.
‘This is getting increasingly irritating.’
The connections to the Heretics seemed to be multiplying endlessly.
‘For now though—’
The fortunate thing was that Gwima did seem favorably disposed toward me.
Even if this situation arose from his misunderstanding that I was of the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.
‘A benefit is still a benefit.’
If I used this well, I could handle any number of matters.
Regardless of how far the seal he mentioned actually bound him.
“Then I heard that your side has been abducting the Plum Blossom Sword Masters.”
“Ah.”
Gwima reacted to my question.
“That’s correct. We were trying to take those vermin. Though it’s not directly my domain.”
“…Not your domain? You mean another faction was behind this operation?”
“….”
He couldn’t seem to answer whether it was true or not. Still—
‘He can’t respond, but I can tell whether it’s affirmative or negative.’
The atmosphere makes it clear.
‘He’s keeping silent about the forces involved. So then—’
I asked something different.
“Why did you abduct the Plum Blossom Sword Masters?”
“….”
Damn it. This is no different either. Unfortunately, it seemed I wouldn’t be able to hear this part either.
But.
“You said it was because the Deity desired it—is that correct?”
“…!”
Gwima’s eyes widened at my question.
The expression of someone wondering how I could possibly know that.
“…Hmm.”
The Deity desires a flower. The man had said exactly that.
A flower.
The Plum Blossom Sword Master….
It was nothing but a mystery.
‘At least it’s true that Patcheon Gung took the initiative to abduct the Plum Blossom Sword Master.’
And it seemed the reason was indeed connected to the Calamity Deity.
‘Ah. What a mess.’
The more I grasped, the more wretched it became.
My irritation swelled even greater.
I ran my hand through my hair. The mounting frustration pricked my tongue repeatedly.
“…Gwima.”
“Yes. Little Heavens.”
So I acted on my emotions.
“You said you were on my side, didn’t you?”
“That’s right…! This Gwima…. Exists solely for you…!”
I didn’t hear the rest of his words. I cut him off and asked.
“Then, could you grant me a request as well?”
Gwima’s face brightened at my words. As if I had spoken something he had long desired to hear.
“Please, anything at all…!”
“Can you kill Maehua Daeju?”
Gwima hesitated.
For a moment I wavered, wondering if perhaps I shouldn’t have asked.
But after a brief moment of consideration, Gwima spoke to me.
“Would it be alright if I did it now?”
His response was as if it were possible at any moment.

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