The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 315

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 315
Now?
When I asked him to kill Maehua Daeju, he answered that he could do it right now.
“…Is it possible to do so immediately, sir?”
“If the Young Master wishes it, I can do so without hesitation.”
If I desired it, he would kill even Maehua Daeju. At those words, I found myself wrestling with countless thoughts.
‘Is he being sincere?’
Were those words genuine? I found myself caught in an endless cycle of doubt.
Unlike my intention to use him, there was something I had to keep constantly in mind.
‘Can I trust this man?’
Of course not. I did not trust Gwima. There was no reason to trust him when my only intention was to use him.
So then.
“You can kill Maehua Daeju?”
“Yes.”
“…But wouldn’t he be a spy of the Patcheon Gung?”
“…!”
I had thrown down a gamble. The old me would never have done such a thing.
They did not know that I was aware of Maehua Daeju’s true identity.
Hani, this was a good opportunity to gauge Gwima’s reaction.
The problem was.
‘It was a double-edged sword.’
A double-edged sword that might cause Gwima to kill me if things went wrong.
I would certainly be able to discern his true reaction, but other consequences could become problematic.
It was with that in mind that I spoke.
“Ahhh…!!”
Gwima looked at me and suddenly clasped both his hands together, his face drenched in emotion.
He was practically drowning in ecstasy.
‘What the hell is this madman.’
Tears began streaming down from his eyes in rivulets, then flowed more profusely.
“…Indeed…. You truly are my new Heaven. How could you already know of such things….”
“….”
I wanted nothing more than to flee right then. I had neither threatened nor spoken harshly, yet what I saw terrified me far more than such things ever could.
‘Wow.’
How could such transparent madness exist?
‘What exactly was the Celestial Demon?’
What kind of being was the Celestial Demon to this Gwima that he would react so intensely?
I lowered my gaze. I looked at the Divine Sword. Within it, and now within me, lay the Celestial Demon who remained silent.
He had come to mind.
“In any case….”
I shifted my gaze from the Divine Sword back to Gwima and spoke.
“Maehua Daeju is surely a spy for the Patcheon Gung, yet you would kill him?”
“If it is what the Young Master desires, then I must fulfill it, whatever it may be.”
“…And you believe no problems will arise from this?”
“I cannot say. However, whatever consequences emerge, I shall bear them myself.”
“….”
Whether problems erupted or not, he would kill Maehua Daeju, and he would shoulder whatever fallout resulted from it.
‘He’s insane.’
Truly, utterly mad.
Does the mere fact of being the Celestial Demon’s bloodline drive Gwima to such madness?
As such thoughts flickered through my mind.
‘This matter seems untouched by the restriction.’
Even so, I gathered information. Unlike before when the restriction had silenced him, he spoke freely about Maehua Daeju’s death.
‘The restriction applies only to internal secrets, then.’
I filed that away in my mind.
“Thus, should you wish it…I shall bring you that vermin’s head this very moment.”
Gwima’s eyes gleamed with confidence as he referred to Maehua Daeju as vermin.
‘Would he truly act on those words…?’
If I commanded him to bring me Maehua Daeju’s head right now, would he actually do it? Would Maehua Daeju die today?
Countless thoughts swirled through my mind.
Gwima did not press for my answer, merely keeping his head bowed.
“….”
Looking at him, I spoke.
“Gwima.”
“Yes…! Young Master.”
“What is it that you truly desire from me?”
“Desire from you…!”
Gwima lifted his head, eyes widening.
“How could I dare to desire anything from the Young Master?”
“Then you follow my words without any desires of your own?”
“I truly have no desires. Only….”
“Only?”
I narrowed my eyes. Was there something after all? As I pondered this.
“I merely wish for all things to return to their rightful place.”
“…What do you mean?”
All things returning to their original state?
“You’re saying something is twisted now.”
“Indeed. The world, we ourselves are terribly twisted.”
“….”
At my question, Gwima’s expression twisted with fury, so fierce that I instinctively faltered.
“Those unworthy have claimed positions of power, and the ambitions born from this have no foundation, only trembling…! This must never occur in what the Heavens have achieved.”
“I’m not sure what you mean. Who has taken the seat?”
“I refer to the current Young Master of the Demonic Cult.”
“…Young Master?”
A lesser master.
At those words, Baekcheon-in immediately came to mind.
Is it that man?
“Heaven has not permitted this one, yet these wretched fools dared to place him in that seat. I cannot abide it…. To dare overlook one so exalted…!”
Gwima’s fury burned through me. His anger burned far hotter than I had anticipated.
‘He seems displeased with the current Young Master.’
That appeared to be Gwima’s sentiment. Baekcheon-in, who I believed now led the Demonic Cult.
The way he kept saying that man lacked qualification.
‘Is Baekcheon-in not of the Celestial Demon’s bloodline?’
There was a strong possibility that Baekcheon-in was not the Celestial Demon’s son. If that man were the Celestial Demon’s child.
‘Gwima would never act this way.’
He would have served him with the utmost reverence, as he does me now.
Since he was not, this much was predictable.
Then.
‘Restoring everything means….’
That Baekcheon-in, who rose without qualification, must descend, and one with true qualification must take that seat….
‘Huh?’
My brow furrowed. Something about this felt deeply strange.
“…Gwima.”
“Yes! Heavenly One!”
“When you speak of reclaiming one’s rightful place.”
“Yes.”
“Does that perhaps involve me? Is there something I must do?”
“Oh my…. Hahahaha.”
Gwima laughs at my question. Did I ask wrongly? Perhaps so. That would be right.
While I sought to calm my nerves, clinging to a sliver of hope.
“Of course not, my lord.”
“Thank heavens!”
Fortunately, my assumption was incorrect. As I heard this and began to settle my mind,
“The Lesser Heaven need do nothing at all. I shall handle everything myself.”
“…What?”
“Simply remain still. Just stay as you are… until that unqualified incompetent descends from his seat.”
Boom.
Gwima’s clenched fist strikes the ground with tremendous force. The shockwave ripples outward violently.
“Then I ask only that you ascend to that seat and restore things to their original state.”
“….”
“I beseech you.”
Thud.
Gwima pressed his forehead against the ground as he spoke.
“Become the new Celestial Demon of the Demonic Cult.”
“…What?”
[That’s ridiculous.]
I responded to what I heard, and Yoo Cheon-gil, hovering in mid-air, covered his mouth with his hand as he spoke.
[That’s absolute nonsense.]
It really was.

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I left the space where Gwima was and stepped outside. The location was the county. I had considered returning to Hwasan immediately, but I didn’t.
‘Ugh.’
My energy had been completely drained, so instead of returning to Hwasan, I came to the county.
There were things to verify, and I had already informed Sochul Daeju of my arrival at this point.
“You’ve arrived.”
“…Yes.”
I acknowledged Sochul Daeju, who had been waiting for me.
“Master, is something the matter?”
Sochul Daeju asked upon seeing my face. I shook my head at his words.
“No, it’s fine.”
“Where exactly have you been?”
“I have something to discuss with Jang Moonin.”
“…I see.”
[Is he insane?]
Without a moment’s hesitation, I immediately threw Seongheon under the bus. At that response speed, Yoo Cheon-gil cursed.
What else could I do? Was there an easier way to get past this?
It was better than bothering to explain.
‘I can’t even explain this.’
How could I possibly explain it?
Gwima, the absolute master of the Eight Demons, had mistaken me for the Celestial Demon’s bloodline, when the real bloodline was Geombong, Yoo Yeon.
And when Maehua Daeju, who was already a traitor, tried to use Gwima to eliminate me—
Gwima now wants to place me as the Young Master in the Demonic Cult, where the Celestial Demon position is vacant?
‘…This is absurd.’
Explaining this was ridiculous, and I couldn’t explain it anyway.
‘What a mess.’
How could such an outrageous situation even occur?
Not long ago, I was merely doing menial work at the Martial Arts Alliance.
‘As if becoming Geomseong’s Predecessor wasn’t enough.’
Now, if I made one wrong move, I could end up entangled with the Demonic Cult and ascend to the Young Master’s position.
‘…If I tell anyone this—’
They’ll definitely think it’s all lies. There won’t be a soul who believes me.
But what really grinds my gears is that this damned reality is actually true.
‘Damn it.’
I should never have gotten involved in the first place.
Yoo Cheon-gil—the moment I met that old man, everything went wrong.
‘Rot….’
How could I have known there would be such a vivid ghost in this land?
If I’d only been aware of it, there would’ve been no problem. But I wasn’t, and now look at this mess.
Yes, it’s all because of that old man.
‘If only that old man hadn’t existed.’
I could’ve lived a peaceful life.
[What’s with that look? You’re cursing me out with your eyes again, aren’t you?]
Your perception is sharp, I’ll give you that.
Tsk.
I clicked my tongue inwardly and shook my head.
‘No, that’s not it.’
It’s pointless. This might have happened anyway.
If heretics really are here as I suspected, then problems would’ve surfaced regardless.
And besides.
‘Incidents that only those with ghost sight can see.’
I would’ve gotten tangled up in it one way or another.
Maybe getting involved like this was actually better.
Though that’s really just self-consolation.
‘Enough.’
Why think about it further?
It’s pointless. The priority is handling what’s in front of me right now.
With that thought, I moved forward. My destination was none other than the inn where the incident had occurred before.
The area around it.
‘By now, the Hwasan disciples should have set up camp.’
It was quite an incident, so Hwasan would still be managing the area.
As if to prove this, when I approached the inn, I spotted Hwasan disciples.
I glanced at them and headed elsewhere.
Even if we crossed paths, it wouldn’t be a problem. I’ve already been granted full authority by Jang Moonin. Seeing them wouldn’t cause any major issues, but.
For now, it was better to move separately from Sochul Daeju.
I walked quite a distance. Leaving the curious Sochul Daeju behind, I walked for a moment before.
“This place is…?”
“There’s another small inn nearby.”
It was a small inn that existed in the vicinity of where the incident had occurred.
“Could there be something here as well?”
“No, that’s not it….”
It didn’t seem like those directly connected to the Patcheon Gung were operating this place, to be precise.
‘Though they do appear to be involved somehow.’
That was the conclusion I could draw.
The source of this information was Gwima.
When I questioned him, this was the only location he revealed; the rest remained hidden, likely due to some restriction.
‘I fled this place partly because of the Demonic Cult’s affairs.’
I had no desire to linger, so I slipped away like a fugitive.
‘In any case.’
There had to be something here worth investigating.
With that thought, I was about to enter the inn when—
“Hm?”
Someone stood before the inn.
My eyes narrowed as I observed them.
“Who are you?”
The moment I spoke, the figure turned to face me.
Remarkably, it was Yoo Yeon.
And—
‘Who is standing beside her…?’
I looked at the person next to Yoo Yeon.
A giant easily exceeding eight feet in height.
A giant with dark, weathered skin stood beside Yoo Yeon.

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