The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 328

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 328
Gwima arrived before the fighting even began.
I had already received word that he would come to this place.
I had long since read Maehua Daeju’s thoughts. His small heaven.
Since I had discerned what Bangseong-yeon desired, I brought my full strength and had already infiltrated deep within the dungeon.
As a brief moment passed, I saw others arrive just as I had anticipated.
Kill Maehua Daeju.
Upon hearing those words, Gwima intended to do exactly that.
A heaven I had barely found.
If it were the Deity’s wish, I would grant anything.
At first, such was my thinking.
‘Hmm….’
A peculiar thought brushed across my mind.
‘Indeed.’
If he truly were my heaven, would he have made such a request?
The previous Deity would have acted if I acted, but he was not the sort to make such requests of others.
Yet to ask me to kill Maehua Daeju….
That small spark worked bitterly within me.
He could wield the Divine Blade and possessed those distinctive eyes.
That alone was sufficient qualification and requirement.
‘…Even if the qualification were sufficient.’
If the fundamental vessel differed, would the matter not change?
My thoughts turned in that direction.
So I wished to observe a little longer.
I erected a barrier using formation techniques. I concealed my traces thoroughly.
I intended to watch how events would unfold.
But an unexpected variable emerged.
‘…Taema?’
It was Taema.
One of the three new Magi who appeared alongside the Young Master’s ascension to his position.
One of those whom I, as a Magi, did not acknowledge.
‘Magi without the blessing of baptism. A half-rate fool.’
Though the Young Master had given him a name, he was not a Celestial Demon, so the baptism that the Celestial Demon bestows could not exist for these half-rate wretches.
That was how I perceived Taema’s existence.
Patcheon Gung. Those inexplicable fools riding on his back. Had the Celestial Demon still lived, they would have been swept away long ago.
Yet the Young Master joined hands with him. And from that moment, the Demonic Sect lost its radiance.
For that reason, I refused to acknowledge the Young Master and the other Magi.
It was also the reason I could maintain this youth.
‘This is for finding my true heaven.’
I needed to buy time.
To reclaim and restore everything the Celestial Demon has accomplished.
I merely joined hands with repugnant things for that purpose.
‘Why is that man here.’
How could Taema be in this place. It should have been an unknowable fact to him.
‘He has keen instincts.’
Gwima realized it. That Taema possessed far stronger instincts than anticipated and knew how to use his mind.
He must have sensed something amiss from somewhere and appeared.
“….”
Truly an unexpected variable. One.
‘How will he respond.’
Gwima observed this as well.
Curious to see how his small sky would unfold.
Truly. He was curious whether this man could become his sky.
Kuuuong–!!!
At the unfolding situation, his expression darkened.
With a violent sound, Bangseong-yeon was driven into the wall.
His movements were painfully sluggish.
I acknowledge that his martial prowess was lacking. Taema was a master regardless of whether he admitted it or not.
But.
‘…How pathetic.’
Bangseong-yeon’s choices and thoughts were riddled with shortcomings.
Even accounting for his youth, it was a disappointing display.
‘Was I mistaken?’
Had what he saw been wrong.
When he thought thus.
스아아아아아아—!!!
“…Huh…?”
In the shadow that erupted from the fallen Bangseong-yeon.
Gwima froze like stone.
That was unmistakably…
“…Gyoju…?”
The presence of his sky.

* * *
My hands trembled uncontrollably. Gwima bowed with proper courtesy, unable even to lift his head with ease.
“…Ah… Ah….”
All he could manage were faint whimpers. This stood in stark contrast to the metallic clang and stench of blood that permeated the air from all directions.
“O Heaven….”
Gwima’s voice quivered as if possessed by madness.
I could feel that not merely his body, but his very emotions had been shaken to their core.
“….”
Bangseong-yeon, witnessing this, moved past the fallen Hwangso-gong.
“Was it amusing, watching from the shadows?”
At those words, Gwima’s body went rigid in an instant.
“…I beg your forgiveness. I beg your forgiveness… I have committed rudeness against Heaven through my narrow and limited perspective.”
Crash-!
Gwima drove his forehead directly into the ground.
The impact was so violent that the surrounding earth trembled.
I wondered if he intended to shatter his own skull, yet what was strange was that no one nearby reacted to that sound.
It was as if they had not perceived anyone’s presence in this place.
Boom-! Boom-!
Gwima continued striking his head repeatedly, and just as he was about to drive it down once more with tremendous force.
“How peculiar.”
Stillness.
At Bangseong-yeon’s words, Gwima ceased his movements.
“I do not recall granting you permission to die.”
“…!”
At those words, Gwima, who had been staring only at the ground, lifted his head.
He met Bangseong-yeon’s gaze directly.
Chill-!
Immediately, goosebumps erupted across Gwima’s flesh.
Eyes stained crimson and an expressionless face.
I could distinctly feel an emotion suggesting he held not the slightest interest in Gwima.
Arrogance.
Or perhaps conceit.
In that indifferent gaze looking down upon him, one might glimpse such traces, yet his very presence rendered all such emotions seem only natural and inevitable.
“Ah….”
Thus it was a blessing.
Tears streamed.
Gwima shed tears and saliva.
This was the sight he had yearned for so desperately.
“…O Heaven… My Heaven….”
This was the answer.
Every last shred of doubt and uncertainty that had lingered in the shadows burned away.
“I dared to test you… forgive me.”
A figure I thought I would never see again overlapped with his image.
Heaven itself had descended.
It was my own night—the darkness I believed had faded into the Moon, never to be seen again.
“A test, you say…”
At Gwima’s words, Bangseong-yeon’s eyes narrowed.
It was as though shadows had fallen across his face.
Within the darkness that concealed his expression, only his crimson eyes remained visible to me.
“So, how did the test go? Were you satisfied?”
“…Ah… ah…”
How could I possibly answer?
I had only just realized it was something beyond my capacity to judge.
“Forgive my foolishness…”
“Your answer is wrong.”
*Crack!*
“…!”
Bangseong-yeon suddenly seized Gwima by the throat.
“I asked for the results of the test. Give me the correct answer.”
“…Gasp… hack…”
The strength in his arm was not overwhelming. I could have broken free if I tried.
Though the grip did not seem as though it would twist my neck immediately, I could not break free from his hand.
Dare not.
Yes, dare not.
I could not dare to break free from his hand. It was something driven by instinct.
“Have I passed?”
“…Of course… of course you have…”
“Is that so?”
*Smirk.*
Bangseong-yeon smiled. At that smile, my heart lurched.
*Thud.*
His grip loosened and I collapsed to the ground.
“Passed, indeed. Good.”
With those words, he tapped lightly. Bangseong-yeon touched Hwangso-gong, who lay motionless as though dead.
“Dispose of this trash.”
“…”
My gaze shifted.
It was Taema.
Even the whites of her eyes had turned black, and she lay collapsed as though dead.
From that figure emanated a distant, ominous sensation that made me tremble once more.
Magi.
Something resembling what he possessed.
A sensation best described as omnipotence emanated from that presence.
“…How….”
Why do you wield such power?
I attempted to voice such a question, but my lips sealed shut.
He permitted nothing.
Not even my death.
Not even my words.
Since he allowed nothing, there was nothing I could ask.
Thus, as Gwima approached Taema with sealed lips.
“I shall visit you next, so prepare yourself.”
“…Ah…!”
Gwima’s expression brightened at his words.
“Yes… I shall await with my entire being.”
Gwima hoisted Taema onto his shoulders as he spoke.
Despite the stark contrast in their frames, he carried her effortlessly.
“…It was an honor to behold the Heavens.”
Gwima bowed deeply and turned his body.
He proceeded toward the passage prepared within the dungeon.
At that moment.
Shhhhhhh.
The open dungeon sealed shut like a phantom. A pristine wall materialized as if nothing had ever existed.
Then it happened.
Clang—! Crash crash crash——!!!
The sounds of combat, which had grown faint, resumed once more.
As if a veil had lifted, what was inaudible became clear again.
In that gap, Bangseong-yeon glanced to his side.
It was Yoo Yeon.
She stared at Bangseong-yeon with a hardened expression.
Pfft.
Bangseong-yeon laughed upon seeing her. He raised his head.
There were.
[….]
[….]
The ghosts of Seongheon and Yoo Cheon-gil looking down upon him.
Seongheon’s expression was subtle. Yoo Cheon-gil’s face was utterly contorted.
“Your eyes are amusing.”
Bangseong-yeon spoke. Yoo Cheon-gil reacted to his voice.
[You… How did you….]
“What’s so remarkable about that? You don’t seem any different from us.”
“…?”
Yoo Yeon’s brow furrowed. What was he looking at when he said that? I couldn’t comprehend it.
Even when I looked upward, there was nothing to see.
“Well then.”
Bangseong-yeon asked.
“Have you found your moon?”
[….]
Yoo Cheon-gil didn’t answer. Rather, he couldn’t.
A conversation from some time ago wrapped around his mind.
-You should search for your moon.
-I will search for the night so that moon can rise.
-Night Moon? A rather fitting name. A moon rising in the darkness—not bad at all.
A false memory. Though I wished to erase it, what had already been recalled could not be undone.
So I recalled it all the way to the end.
-Yoo Cheon-gil. You were wrong.
Kuuuuugh-!!!
Yoo Cheon-gil’s spirit trembled violently. The energy ripple affected everything around him.
Clang-!!
Clang clang-!!!
Do-hyeong, who had been preparing for combat, parried the blade and widened his eyes.
Whoooosh-!!
Something felt wrong with my body.
I pushed back against my opponent and looked toward something.
“…Bangseong-yeon?”
Bangseong-yeon and Yoo Yeon.
I could see him standing there blankly.
What was this?
Shwiiik-!
“…!”
There was no time to think. Do-hyeong evaded the blade. At that moment, the small light circulating through his body trembled wildly.
[…Celestial Demon.]
While Yoo Cheon-gil remained frozen, Seongheon spoke.
At those words, Bangseong-yeon’s eyes widened.
“A pleasant name. As always.”
[…How is it that you still remain?]
“Didn’t I already state the reason? That we wouldn’t be so different from each other.”
[That cannot be. You know this better than anyone.]
It was absolutely impossible. Seongheon’s expression was filled with certainty.
[You are-]
“That’s right.”
Before Seongheon could finish speaking, Bangseong-yeon cut him off.
“I could never do such a thing. You’ve all committed terrible deeds, haven’t you?”
[….]
Seongheon fell silent at those words.
“One thing is certain—not everything goes as we wish. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Bangseong-yeon’s gaze turned toward Yoo Cheon-gil.
“Where there is a moon, there must be night. Isn’t that so?”
[You bastard….]
“I hope you remember that truth. Only then….”
Bangseong-yeon sheathed the divine blade he’d been holding at his waist.
Click.
The divine blade slid fully into its scabbard, and in that moment.
“Perhaps both you and I will reach the goals we sought.”
Thud!
As Bangseong-yeon finished speaking, his body collapsed as if his strings had been cut.
“…!!”
Startled by this, Yoo Yeon rushed forward and caught him.
She examined him urgently, wondering what had happened.
“….”
He was breathing softly, already lost in sleep.
In this absurd situation, no less.

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