The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 331

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 331
It happened during the Sichuan era and again during the Henan era.
I experienced a world that transformed every time I lost consciousness and awakened.
It felt as though the world was performing some elaborate play without me, and it had always been this way.
From the moment I became the Sword Demon, I became Wol-hyeop.
I became a benefactor to the Sichuan Dang Clan, and not long after, I heard myself called a hero of Henan.
‘Now this of all things….’
I never expected such events to unfold even in Shanxi.
I spoke to Yeo Hyeok with a bewildered expression.
“A benefactor… is that right?”
“Yes, a benefactor.”
“No… well… yes, that’s right.”
I made an awkward face at Yeo Hyeok’s words.
It was a title I never seemed to grow accustomed to hearing.
“…So, I’m a benefactor, then?”
“That is correct.”
“What exactly did I do…?”
I narrowed my eyes and asked again. Perhaps this was the third time I’d asked, but I needed to ask once more.
“…You filtered out the traitors within the Hwasan Sect using tactics, and you fought against Taema, one of the Eight Demons, to save your disciples.”
“….”
I did filter out the traitors. I didn’t do it intentionally, but I did attempt it, and the result matched what I had intended.
‘…I fought Taema and won?’
An absolute master who called himself one of the Eight Demons.
At the mention of fighting him and prevailing, my brow furrowed.
‘I don’t remember.’
Naturally, my mind held no such memory.
“Though you regrettably let him escape… to achieve a draw against such a foe is remarkable. So the rumors that you defeated the Sword Demon were true after all.”
“…Ah, yes….”
I pondered as I listened to Yeo Hyeok’s admiration.
‘Is that so?’
Information flashed through my mind. When I captured the Sword Demon, it was Yoo Cheon-gil who had done it.
This time.
‘The Celestial Demon…?’
There was certainly a figure I could anticipate. The sky of the Demon Cult. The Celestial Demon. It appeared he had used my body.
Based on the voice I heard at the end and what I saw in the recent dream realm, it was an inevitable occurrence.
Moreover.
‘…This as well.’
I grasped my chest with my hand and contemplated.
The energy that had grown as I absorbed all the demonic artifacts.
Not only were all the distorted energies that had been mentioned as twisted now resolved, but my realm had also ascended.
‘Is this also the work of the Celestial Demon?’
The possibility was strong. Whatever he had done, nothing could change without some cause.
Should I be pleased that my realm had advanced?
For me, it only deepened my confusion.
“Master.”
“Yes, benefactor.”
“Ah, you don’t need to use that title. Just speak comfortably with me.”
“…How could I possibly…!”
“I prefer it that way. Please, I’m asking you.”
“…Ah, understood.”
I placated Yeo Hyeok and asked about something else.
“My memory is a bit fuzzy, so… what happened after that?”
“…That is….”
I set aside the matter of becoming a benefactor—the most important thing still remained.
“Right after the battle with Taema… Wol-hyeop lost consciousness. Sochul Daeju, who returned, finished the battle.”
“…You mean Sochul Daeju? So that means….”
“Yes. That’s correct.”
Yeo Hyeok spoke to me with a somewhat bitter expression.
“He returned after defeating Maehua Daeju.”
“…I see.”
Maehua Daeju had been defeated.
I had to be somewhat surprised at this news.
‘Even if they’re both supreme masters…’
In the Central Plains, Sochul Daeju was generally considered weaker than Maehua Daeju.
‘That old man won?’
To have defeated an ancient master who had shown prowess in war—he truly was formidable.
‘I should probably stop pushing my luck.’
Was it right to threaten such a man using Wol Cheon as leverage?
I realized I needed to exercise some restraint.
‘In any case…’
Maehua Daeju had been defeated.
The conspirators had been subdued by Sochul Daeju.
“Then, what became of the conspirators who were captured?”
“That is….”
“Don’t tell me…?”
Looking at Yeo Hyeok’s expression, I sensed something ominous. That look—could it be.
“…Yes. That’s correct.”
Yeo Hyeok spoke to me with a gloomy face.
“…They all took their own lives.”
“….”
My expression twisted. It was no different from before.
Just like when everyone inside the inn had taken their own lives, this was the same.
“…However, the previous Maehua Daeju still has life remaining.”
“….”
The previous Maehua Daeju. His words carried weight. Hearing that, I rose to my feet.
“Wol-hyeop?”
“…I will go out and see the remaining situation for myself.”
It doesn’t seem to be the case while sitting. Maehua Daeju is still alive.
At those words, my eyes grew noticeably colder.
“…Wol-hyeop?”
“Let’s go.”
Yeo Hyeok hesitated seeing me like that, but I paid it no mind.
I had things to do.

* * *
I stepped outside the quarters. The moment I emerged, sunlight poured down.
‘Ugh.’
Squinting, I moved forward. I could see physicians approaching from afar with startled expressions, but I held them back for now.
“I’ll see you later. I’m in a hurry right now.”
“But…!”
“We haven’t filtered out all the conspirators yet. Wouldn’t it be wise to maintain distance?”
“….”
The physicians hesitated at my words. Seeing that, I understood.
‘They’ve figured out quite a bit.’
The reason Seongheon collapsed. The reasons he was poisoned.
They seemed to have grasped the situation somewhat upon learning that Maehua Daeju had been caught as a conspirator.
‘The atmosphere too.’
As I walked forward, I sensed the atmosphere of Hwasan. A sharpness hung in the air.
Everyone was eyeing each other with suspicion.
It made sense, given that a battle had already taken place once.
“How could the Daeju….”
“Did Maehua Daeju really do such a thing…? Is that even possible?”
“Watch your words. He’s not the Daeju anymore.”
The whispers seemed unusually loud. The disciples were talking about Maehua Daeju among themselves.
Then.
“So you were here.”
“Hm.”
A presence suddenly appeared. Without thinking, Yeo Hyeok’s hand went to his sword.
A considerable reaction, but upon seeing who it was, he lowered the blade he had grasped.
The figure that appeared was none other than Sochul Daeju.
‘What the—’
Seeing him, I tensed up without thinking. I’d heard rumors that he’d defeated Maehua Daeju, after all.
‘I shouldn’t treat him too harshly.’
Perhaps I could afford to act with some conscience. That’s what I thought.
So I smiled warmly and tried to speak to him.
“Ah, Daeju. How are you feeling—”
Thud.
“—doing?”
My words trailed off. Sochul Daeju had suddenly dropped to one knee.
“…Why are you doing this?”
Seeing that, I took a step back.
What’s gotten into this old man?
‘Yeo Hyeok is right here—why now?’
He usually despised showing me courtesy, yet now he suddenly displays respect when someone’s watching?
I was utterly bewildered.
“Daeju, why are you doing this… Please, get up.”
I even tried to help him to his feet.
“Master. I apologize for failing to protect you in that dangerous situation.”
“…Pardon? Master…?”
Hearing those words, Yeo Hyeok beside me brightened his eyes as he looked at me.
“…No, Daeju, why are you really doing this? Everyone’s watching.”
Not just Yeo Hyeok, but the disciples who’d been glancing at me all fixed their gazes.
“…Sochul Daeju just knelt to Wol-hyeop.”
“Why would such a great master do that?”
“…Who exactly is Wol-hyeop?”
Another line was being added to this ridiculous misunderstanding.
“Tsk—”
I gritted my teeth and tried to lift him, but he didn’t budge an inch. How could he be so immovable? Was this a man or a rock…?
I grunted and strained to pull him up, but Sochul Daeju simply continued speaking, unbothered.
“…I had misunderstood you, Master.”
“…All of a sudden?”
“From now on, I shall devote my entire being to assisting you. If there was any disrespect on my part before, I humbly beg your forgiveness.”
“…What could you possibly have done wrong?”
Disrespect? What disrespect?
If anything, I’ve been more disrespectful to him. Why is this old man acting like this?
I’m going to lose my mind.
“Just… just get up already.”
“…I haven’t yet expressed my—”
“No, I said get up.”
He rose abruptly.
Irritated, I blurted out the words, and Sochul Daeju rose to his feet.
Intense light blazed in his eyes.
What would I even call that? Usually, they held contempt or disgust.
‘…What is that respect?’
Trust and conviction. And respect.
Things that should never exist between us were shining through abundantly.
‘What the hell is this.’
Chills ran down my spine. Did this old man suffer something at the hands of Patcheon Gung?
‘…But that doesn’t seem to be the case?’
I don’t sense his characteristic aura. Or did he hit his head fighting Maehua Daeju?
That was the most likely explanation.
Just as I was struggling to adapt to this changed environment.
“…I gave him an order.”
“I gave Sochul Daeju an order, and he accepted it without hesitation.”
“…The second-in-command of Cheongwol Sect takes orders? What about Wol-hyeop?”
“….”
Damn it.
An even greater misunderstanding was taking root.
“Let’s hurry…. At this rate, he’ll collapse again.”
“Ah…. Ah, yes…. I understand….”
Even Yeo Hyeok seemed to have fallen into the same misunderstanding, giving me a peculiar look.
This was absolutely ridiculous.

* * *
I led the bewildered Sochul Daeju and Yeo Hyeok toward our destination.
Naturally, it was where Maehua Daeju was held—a prison constructed beneath the Hwasan Sect.
Entering proved no great difficulty. After all, I was likely the only one who could slip in so easily.
“Ah, Wol-hyeop. You’ve arrived.”
“Greetings.”
I returned the courtesy while my mind worked.
‘One of the disciples I saw before, perhaps.’
A disciple not belonging to Patcheon Gung.
The Plum Blossom Sword Master who hadn’t participated in the fighting.
He was standing guard here.
“May I enter?”
“Ah, yes, please do.”
I proceeded inside without obstruction.
“…Wol-hyeop. Since you’ve already arrived, I had intended to hold my tongue, but the Elders have summoned you.”
“I’m aware. I merely wish to see this first.”
The Elders would naturally have called. They were the ones with the most pressing concerns.
But.
“This matter is more urgent.”
“…I understand.”
Yeo Hyeok nodded, acknowledging my words. As we drew near the prison.
“Please wait here for a moment.”
“Pardon?”
“I shall return alone.”
“But…!”
“I ask this of you.”
“…Very well.”
Yeo Hyeok consented despite his reservations, and just as I was about to proceed forward.
“…Daeju, you remain behind as well.”
I spoke to Sochul Daeju, who had been following.
“But I must protect you, sir—”
“That is an order.”
“Understood.”
“…”
I nearly grasped my own face without thinking.
Am I still dreaming? It seems that way, yet no matter how I look at it.
“Sigh.”
I shook my head sharply and moved forward.
Thus.
I reached the prison ahead.
I spoke upon seeing the Old Man slumped within the chamber.
“Your condition is quite the mess, isn’t it?”
The Old Man slowly lifted his head at my words.
“Keh… keh keh keh…”
The Old Man’s hair stood disheveled, his body drenched in blood and exhaustion.
Maehua Daeju laughed upon seeing me. A ragged, aged laugh. The moment I heard it, I spoke.
“What are you laughing at? You want to die?”
Thud.
At my words, Maehua Daeju’s laughter ceased.

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