The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 333

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 333
The distinctive seal imprinted upon the letter.
It was unmistakably from the Cheongwol Sect. More specifically, the personal seal of Wol Seon-geom, their Moonju.
A letter I had entrusted to Sochul Daeju before my departure. It was peculiar that he would only deliver it after everything concluded.
‘…What is this?’
The contents of the letter I received were even more bewildering.
The script was written in the sparse, straightforward manner befitting Wol Seon-geom’s character.
[Should the Sect Leader of Hwasan perish or an equivalent circumstance arise, retrieve the item entrusted to him.]
“….”
It was written at greater length than that, but condensed, that was the essence.
This was why I had grown rigid upon reading it.
‘What?’
How?
‘How did he know?’
Should the Sect Leader perish or an equivalent circumstance arise.
Those words gnawed at me. What they implied was.
‘Wol Seon-geom was aware that Seongheon’s condition was deteriorating.’
Since he said the letter was entrusted before my departure, it meant he had known beforehand.
‘How on earth.’
The question was how he had learned of it. And moreover.
‘The fact that he revealed this to me like this.’
It meant he was confident I would discern Seongheon’s situation.
‘…Damn.’
A chill ran through me. I hadn’t expected him to hand me something like this in advance.
‘…What exactly is he?’
What was Wol Seon-geom? How did that man know so much?
And yet he sent me out? Without even this information?
‘…I had forgotten.’
I recalled what I hadn’t been consciously considering. The figures from the Cheongwol Sect who had killed Yoo Cheon-gil.
Wol Seon-geom had been among the suspected individuals, but I had momentarily forgotten that.
“Hah.”
I exhaled a breath. Then.
“Why do you seem troubled?”
Sochul Daeju spoke to me with a puzzled expression.
“…It seems you don’t know the letter’s contents?”
“Please, speak freely with me.”
“….”
Our positions seemed truly reversed.
“…You don’t know what the letter says?”
“I did not read it. It was the Moonju’s command.”
He truly never said he would do it.
Whether that was true or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that he knew my situation.
‘Is the question whether Cheon Rijin-an knows about this?’
I had asked for Jang Moonin to be brought to save Shin Chang, yet Wol Seon-geom was already aware of the abnormality in Seongheon’s condition.
‘…How ridiculous.’
This wasn’t some scripted play, and my mood had soured considerably.
‘It feels like I’ve been played.’
I felt as though I were dancing in the palm of Wol Seon-geom’s hand. It wasn’t easy.
Crunch.
I grasped the letter. I controlled my strength so it wouldn’t crumple too much. Then I carefully folded it and tucked it into my robe.
“….”
I managed my expression while thinking.
‘The thing I entrusted.’
The object I had entrusted to Seongheon. His request to retrieve it weighed on my mind.
It wouldn’t be the robe I was searching for.
“….”
I moved forward. I couldn’t simply stand here after such a shock.
I had to keep moving.

* * *
I headed toward where Seongheon was.
The guards seemed twice as numerous as usual.
Of course. The most trustworthy second-in-command had been revealed as a traitor.
The situation remained unsettled enough that many still refused to believe it.
I understood the desire to increase guards and protect Seongheon in such circumstances.
‘It’s pointless.’
A meaningless act. Did they not know how many spies were embedded here?
“May I enter?”
“Ah, Wol-hyeop. Welcome.”
The disciple standing guard stepped aside at my arrival. Just as when I went to the jade chamber, fortunately, they seemed to trust me.
Feeling that trust, I moved forward.
Or rather, I didn’t move forward at all.
“You’re out here.”
[….]
Seongheon’s Saengryeong was outside.
“Do you know where our Old Man went?”
[Who knows. He’s so free-spirited, I can’t quite say.]
“…Free-spirited? That’s just being willful.”
I asked about Yoo Cheon-gil first, but even Seongheon seemed not to know. Where on earth had he gone?
[Is your body doing well?]
“Yes, well, it’s not bad.”
In fact, I felt quite vigorous. The wounds I had sustained barely caused me any pain.
[…Your realm has advanced.]
Seongheon immediately recognized my condition, his eyes widening in surprise.
“One might call it fortune. Thanks to it, things turned out well.”
[Hehe. Fortune…. Yes, fortune indeed.]
“So I must ask.”
While we were on the subject, I posed the question to him.
“Do you know anything about the Celestial Demon?”
[….]
Seongheon hesitated slightly at my question.
“I heard I defeated Taema. The Sect Leader would have witnessed it. Was it truly the Celestial Demon that entered my body then?”
[….]
Seongheon fell silent for a moment at my question.
[Yes. At least, that’s what it appeared to be to me.]
As I suspected.
My assumption seemed to be correct.
‘The Celestial Demon used my body.’
Yoo Cheon-gil had done the same, but I never imagined the Celestial Demon would also use my body.
‘First the Sword Saint, and now the Celestial Demon.’
A previous generation’s hero and a previous generation’s demon lord.
Two beings that should never mix were dwelling together in my body.
‘This is ridiculous.’
There could be nothing more absurd than this.
[Child.]
Seongheon called out to me.
“Yes.”
[Is he inside you right now?]
Was he referring to the Celestial Demon?
I shook my head at his words.
“I’m not sure. I don’t really feel anything.”
[….]
“That’s why I wanted to ask the Old Man, but he’s nowhere to be found when I need him.”
He’s always absent precisely when it matters most. At this point, I suspected it was intentional.
[…Have you spoken with him?]
At Seongheon’s next question, I shook my head again.
“No.”
We had exchanged words, though it was entirely one-sided on his part.
“I don’t know much about him. That’s why I wanted to ask.”
[….]
“The Celestial Demon was sealed within the Divine Sword. I wonder if you know anything about this matter.”
[…Sealed within, you say.]
Seongheon’s gaze shifted toward my waist. Toward the Divine Sword I carried on my back.
[…If so, it would be our mistake.]
“A mistake?”
Our.
Mistake.
I focused on those words. When he said “our”—
‘The Celestial Demons, perhaps.’
The absolute beings who had moved at the forefront against the Demonic Cult. I suspected he meant those whom the current orthodox sects called the Celestial Demons.
And.
‘Then what is this mistake?’
What mistake was he referring to? I waited quietly for Seongheon to continue.
[There were things that should not have been done. If the Celestial Demon’s soul truly existed within the Divine Sword… then it would have stemmed from that.]
“What exactly was this mistake?”
[I cannot speak of it.]
“…Blast it.”
After coming this far, he refuses to speak? I had to bite my tongue repeatedly.
“I’ve suffered because of it. Surely you can at least tell me that much?”
I understood keeping secrets about honor or wrongs between yourselves, but shouldn’t you tell me?
That’s what I meant to convey.
[This is not for our sake.]
Seongheon spoke to me with a bitter tone.
[Rather, it is because of a promise made with him.]
“…With him?”
The Celestial Demon?
He cannot speak because of a promise with the Celestial Demon?
Hearing that much, my brow furrowed.
‘This doesn’t feel right.’
Something stinks.
‘A troublesome stench.’
The deeper I dig, the more something feels off. A rotten smell, or perhaps a fishy one.
In any case, the very scent I most despised was wafting toward me.
‘Decay.’
This all began with my entanglement with Yoo Cheon-gil. I had thought it wouldn’t be easy, at least.
‘But secrets like these change everything.’
There were circumstances hidden within that war?
If there were circumstances in such a massive conflict, they would be no trivial matter.
‘Sigh.’
At this point, it seemed less troublesome and more of a burden than I could bear.
‘The heretic problem is tangled up in this too. And now the Celestial Demon on top of it all?’
My chest tightened in an instant.
“…So you’re saying you won’t tell me?”
[I cannot. At least, not I. Though Yoo Cheon-gil or the Celestial Demon might manage it.]
“….”
If you want answers, ask Yoo Cheon-gil or the Celestial Demon.
His words tangled my thoughts into knots.
‘Do not trust Yoo Cheon-gil.’
The Celestial Demon’s warning had brushed past me subtly.
Suppressing a sigh, I spoke to Seongheon.
“Then let’s move past this matter….”
I would let it go. Digging deeper here would only cause me to miss what lay directly before me.
“There’s something I’m supposed to receive. I wanted to ask you about it.”
[Something to receive? If it’s Yoo Cheon-gil’s legacy….]
“No. It’s not that.”
It almost certainly wasn’t.
“My sect leader told me there was something I should receive.”
[Your sect leader?]
Seongheon tilted his head in confusion.
“Yes. The Jang Moonin said that if he died or fell into danger, I should come retrieve it.”
[…!]
His eyes widened at my words.
[Ha.]
Then he exhaled a sigh as though deflated.
[…Truly a man as sharp as a blade.]
“…Do you know what it is?”
[Indeed. I know well.]
As he spoke, Seongheon turned his back.
[Follow me.]
With those words, Seongheon moved forward unhurriedly, and I carefully followed in his wake.

* * *
We had advanced to a location just outside Hwasan Sect, to a forest situated not far away.
The terrain was riddled with cliffs, making the ascent somewhat challenging, but with focus, it proved manageable.
“…This place…?”
The problem was that there was truly nothing here but bare cliff face.
What could possibly be here?
As I stood bewildered.
[I thought Yoo Cheon-gil was like a great mountain, but the current Moonju is different.]
Seongheon began to speak of Wol Seon-geom.
[In some ways, he is more terrifying than Yoo Cheon-gil.]
His assessment was resolute and sharp.
What could possibly warrant such an evaluation?
“What exactly are you trying to give me that requires coming all the way here? Do we need to go further?”
[This is it.]
At my words, Seongheon came to a halt at some point. A rather large boulder lay ahead.
‘What is this?’
I gazed quietly at the boulder.
Then, suddenly.
[From here now….]
“There’s something here, isn’t there?”
[…What?]
I detected something incongruous emanating from the boulder.
It appeared natural, yet it was not entirely so.
[…What.]
“It’s too clean. For a boulder, it’s remarkably free of dust. The surroundings are arranged with an almost eerie precision.”
Weeds and such things existed, yet they bore the unmistakable marks of artificial placement.
Observing this.
‘It’s like some kind of mechanism.’
It seemed this was no ordinary boulder. Thus, I immediately focused my eyes with intensity.
Ssssshhhhh—!!
My Wol-an opened.
Power surged into my azure eyes.
‘Huh?’
In that instant, my eyes widened like lanterns.
‘What is this?’
My Wol-an had transformed.
Rather than the faintly blue world that normally appeared.
‘It’s shining.’
The boulder, and its interior, emanated an otherworldly radiance.
That light did not merely glitter aimlessly, but instead formed long, intricate lines.
‘Wol Seon-geom is different from Wol Seon-geom.’
It was a different light altogether from Wol Seon-geom, who illuminated the path of the sword.
Clang.
My hand moved to the blade as though driven by instinct.
Shing.
With the sound of the blade being drawn, I traced light through the air.
Swish—!! Swish—!
Two graceful strokes carved through space.
Then.
끼리리리리릭—!!!
A familiar grinding sound erupted from the rock.
Rumble—!!
The stone trembled and split open, revealing an entrance.
“Ah.”
[Huh…?]
“So I just need to go inside?”
I opened the mechanism and looked at Seongheon as I asked.
[…What is this.]
He stared at me with an utterly bewildered expression.
[…Does the Cheongwol Sect only house monsters?]
His tone conveyed genuine incomprehension.

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