The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 323

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 323
As daylight faded and the sun disappeared beyond the horizon.
Upon arriving at the designated location, Maehua Daeju and the predetermined members were already waiting.
“You’ve arrived. Welcome…. Hmm?”
Maehua Daeju began to greet me as I appeared, but upon seeing those behind me, his expression darkened.
“…It seems there are more people than expected?” “Ah, yes. I apologize for the late notice.”
I smiled awkwardly at Maehua Daeju and spoke.
“I thought they might be of some help with the task, so I made the request. I’m sorry for not giving you advance notice, Maehua Daeju.”
Originally, it would have been just me and Sochul Daeju.
But the problem arose because I brought two additional people.
“Yoo Yeon.”
Maehua Daeju looked at Yoo Yeon, one of the figures who had followed.
“….”
She regarded Maehua Daeju with her characteristic expression.
“…And beside her….”
Maehua Daeju’s gaze turned toward the person next to Yoo Yeon.
The handsome young man who received his gaze.
Do-hyeong took a respectful stance toward him.
“I greet you, Maehua Daeju.”
“…Moonlight Sword Technique user, I see.”
Faced with these two unexpected people, Maehua Daeju looked at me. His eyes demanded an explanation of the situation.
“They are people I had personal requests from.”
“Adding more members is not such a favorable matter.”
“That’s true. However, I also needed people I could trust. And among them, Do-hyeong is the colleague I trust most.”
“…Hmm.”
“I ask for your understanding.”
“…I see. If the Cheongwol Sect provides reinforcements, it may be worthwhile. However, the matter regarding that child is different, is it not?”
He spoke while indicating Yoo Yeon.
“Ah, Yoo Yeon came to me with a request.”
“A request?”
“She asked me to ensure she could join the investigation team. She said she wanted to avenge Jang Moonin.”
“….”
Maehua Daeju’s brow furrowed as he stared at Yoo Yeon.
“…Did you truly say such a thing?”
She nodded.
“This is dangerous work. Especially for you, who has become emotional—it is far too dangerous. Therefore, I had excluded you from this team….”
Maehua Daeju’s expression seemed clouded with concern.
Then.
“…Do you truly wish to go?”
He asked Yoo Yeon once more.
Upon hearing this, Yoo Yeon nodded once more.
“Sigh… I understand.”
Maehua Daeju shook his head as if he couldn’t help himself.
“This could prove dangerous. If it does, prioritize your own safety above all else. Otherwise, I’ll have no face to show my senior brother.”
Maehua Daeju grasped Yoo Yeon’s shoulder and patted her reassuringly before turning back to rejoin his colleagues.
‘Nonsense.’
Watching Maehua Daeju, my eyes gleamed with cold intensity.
The words about Yoo Yeon following along.
I remembered the expression he’d worn in that moment upon hearing them.
He had smiled with unmistakable satisfaction.
That man.
It seemed he truly intended to settle every grievance that had bothered him today.
He likely believed everything was turning in his favor.
That all of this would end well.
That’s what Maehua Daeju must have been thinking.
And.
‘…I hope it worked out well.’
Knowing that, the preparations I’d made.
I could only pray they landed properly.
That was all I could hope for.

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“Greetings to the Shanxi Branch Leader.”
A man knelt on the dirt floor. Gwima, who had been fanning himself, glanced sideways at the newcomer.
His attire was different. He wore pitch-black martial robes, and the head covering bore a crimson-hued emblem.
What this signified was singular.
The Main Sect.
The source of the Demonic Cult itself—sent from the true origin of the Demonic Cult, which had established its headquarters elsewhere rather than in Xinjiang.
Observing him, Gwima’s eyes narrowed.
There was no response. As if accustomed to this, the man withdrew two letters from his robes.
“Pardon the intrusion.”
Two letters placed upon the table. Seeing them, Gwima gestured with his chin.
“What is this about?”
Upon hearing those words, the man answered immediately.
“A letter from Patcheon Gung and…”
At the mention of Patcheon Gung, Gwima’s brow furrowed. Simultaneously.
“A missive from the Young Master.”
“…”
At the word “Young Master,” Gwima’s expression turned cold.
“Hmm… From the Young Master?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder what matter prompted you to leave such precious words?”
He smiled faintly. Upon seeing that smile, a subtle chill ran down the man’s spine.
‘…Gwima.’
One of the Eight Demons who existed during the period when the Demonic Sect flourished before the war.
Among them, he was known as the mastermind and absolute powerhouse of the Demonic Sect who served the Celestial Demon of that era.
‘He instructed me not to provoke his displeasure.’
The man recalled what the Young Master had said while handing him the letter.
Gwima was truly an eccentric figure—a man whose actions were utterly unpredictable.
He warned that if even a single misspoken word or action displeased him, there was no telling what catastrophe might unfold, so unnecessary speech should be avoided at all costs.
He was said to be the most peculiar figure in the Demonic Sect, and aside from the Celestial Demon, no one could make him obey.
To begin with, the Eight Demons were closer to the Celestial Demon’s subordinates than to the Demonic Sect’s hierarchy.
Yet among them, Gwima stood apart as exceptional.
He followed only the Celestial Demon.
The Celestial Demon was his heaven, his deity, his entire world.
He acknowledged no one else.
And the current Young Master was no exception to this.
That was why the man could not comprehend it.
‘…How could the Young Master…’
Show such magnanimity toward Gwima?
He understood that with the Demonic Sect’s collapse, the Eight Demons’ existence held value.
Yet the Eight Demons were not limited to Gwima alone.
Moreover.
Gwima was not even the strongest among the Eight Demons.
‘And yet the Young Master deliberately seeks to gain someone who refuses to acknowledge him.’
Gwima did not acknowledge the Young Master—those were the very words he had spoken before him.
That alone would have justified his execution.
Yet the Young Master merely carried out a demotion upon hearing Gwima’s words.
A position as Branch Leader for the operations to unfold in Shanxi.
Normally, such work would never fall to one of the Eight Demons, yet the Young Master assigned it to Gwima.
That was the reason he now remained stationed in Shanxi, conducting his duties.
“Patcheon Gung, then….”
Gwima stirred. The man watched him intently.
*Crackle.*
He unfolded the letter. Seeing this, the man’s brow furrowed beneath his mask.
It was a matter of order.
He was reading the letter from Patcheon Gung first, not the one sent by the Young Master.
That displeased him.
“…Hmm….”
Gwima, examining the letter, tilted his head slightly. His delicate features, unusual for a man, possessed a subtly bewitching quality.
“…How amusing.”
Tsk.
Gwima chuckled as he folded the letter. I wondered if laughter was a good sign.
“Once preparations are complete, carry out the task…? How dare you presume such audacity.”
The man’s body trembled at the aura that followed.
“I’m truly displeased. Aren’t you?”
“…Yes?”
The man flinched at Gwima’s words.
He hadn’t expected to be questioned in return.
“It’s not even funny. A rootless creature daring to issue commands. If the Celestial Demon were still here, these wretches would already be on their knees, bowing their heads….”
“…Ah.”
“I’m still displeased. What was our Young Master thinking, joining hands with such creatures? Does he have a plan or not….”
“…!”
I was startled upon hearing those words. Could Marin truly speak of the Young Master in such a manner?
Perhaps noticing the man’s shock, Gwima turned to regard him.
“What? Do you also think I’m strange?”
“…No… No, sir.”
“Really? You swear by the Young Master?”
“….”
“Hahaha.”
Gwima laughed, amused by the man’s inability to respond.
“Never mind. Don’t be afraid. It doesn’t matter anymore anyway.”
“…What do you….”
“Now then, what exactly did our Young Master write down?”
With a suddenly refreshed tone, he belatedly examined another letter.
“Hmm?”
Gwima’s expression became expressionless upon reading it.
Seeing this, the man’s heart stirred once more.
‘…What did he see?’
What could he have read to wear such an expression?
As the question crossed his mind.
“…This is ridiculous….”
Gwima exhaled a quiet sigh.
“This one and that one. I dislike them all…. I truly dislike them….”
“…Branch Leader?”
“Why do they constantly fail to know their place? If they simply understood their own position clearly, such matters wouldn’t arise. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“…What are you saying?”
“Well, you see. The Young Master, that is.”
Gwima smiled faintly.
“He placed himself in a position he has no right to occupy. And now he covets a vessel that overflows beyond his capacity…. I cannot view this favorably.”
“…!”
The man’s expression shattered upon hearing those words.
“Branch Leader… you just insulted the Young Master…”
“That’s right. I cursed out the Young Master. So what?”
“How dare you…!”
“Dare?”
A sharp sensation—!
“…!”
The man’s body went rigid. The delicate fingertip of Gwima touched his forehead.
“Dare what? What were you about to say?”
“….”
His body trembled violently. The fact that he had insulted the Young Master. His body responded involuntarily to that realization.
Protect the Young Master.
The Young Master is everything to the Demonic Sect.
Protect him.
The deeply rooted prohibition and command made his body want to move.
It was a prohibition that any Marin of the Demonic Sect would possess.
‘But why?’
That’s why the man’s eyes widened as he looked at Gwima.
A Marin should be loyal to the Young Master and obey his words.
Of course, if one were of the Eight Marins’ rank, one could resist the Young Master’s commands.
‘So openly like this.’
He couldn’t simply say he wouldn’t obey because he disliked it.
But how could Gwima do such a thing?
“Curious?”
“….”
He didn’t answer. Or rather, couldn’t. The man’s mouth wouldn’t open.
“It’s a simple reason.”
Gwima’s face drew closer to the man.
“What the Marins follow is not the Young Master.”
The voice tickled his ears. The penetrating sound reached his very heart.
“It is the sky itself—the essence and origin.”
The sky of the Marins is only the Celestial Demon.
“Don’t be mistaken. The reason you follow the Young Master is because he is the only substitute available right now.”
Now that the sky has vanished.
Since they have no ceiling.
They merely installed something resembling that ceiling in its place.
“It would be troublesome if you mistook this false loyalty for genuine devotion, wouldn’t it?”
“…I… see.”
The man asked Gwima in a trembling voice.
“…How could you….”
“Me?”
Why would I follow a counterfeit Young Master?
At those words, Gwima laughed brightly.
“Why would I need to follow a fake when the real thing exists?”
“…What….”
The man tried to ask what that meant.
“I’ve finally found heaven. So.”
Squelch.
“…!”
A wet, tearing sound.
Gwima’s hand slowly pierced through the man’s heart.
Blood flowed. The man couldn’t even scream.
Splash—!
Blood erupted as the man’s heart was torn from Gwima’s hand.
“I don’t need such a half-wit.”
“….”
Thud!
The man’s body collapsed to the ground.
As blood continued to spill, Gwima carelessly tossed the heart aside and scattered the letter across the floor.
The letter, gradually soaking in blood, contained these words:
[The location of the key has been confirmed.
Eliminate Geomseong’s Predecessor and retrieve the key.]
“….”
Seeing the letter the Young Master had sent, Gwima’s lips curled upward.
He had ordered the former Marin not to touch it.
And now he wanted it retrieved?
“Tsk.”
Gwima clicked his tongue.
As expected.
This half-wit is no good.
My head spins. If the Celestial Demon were still here, he would never speak such weak words.
Seeing such incompetence makes my mouth dry.
“…Why not go see the real one instead of this fool?”
Gwima exhaled a hot breath as he imagined it.
That filthy wretch has wasted too much of my time.
“Is it time?”
I’ve heard the news.
That Maehua Daeju has begun his move, or so they say?
Hearing this, Gwima recalled only one thing.
“My heavens await.”
The Gwima’s new beacon.
It was waiting for me.

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