The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 335

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 335
An old sword.
Its blade had dulled completely, and rust bloomed across its surface. At a glance, its condition was deplorable.
It didn’t even inspire the thought that it could cut anything.
Should I even call this a sword? I caught myself mid-thought and hesitated.
“…Whose sword is this?”
[Huh?]
When I asked with caution, Seongheon seemed puzzled. To his eyes, it clearly looked like an antique, so he probably wondered why I was being so wary.
‘This is ridiculous.’
I couldn’t help myself.
“Is this perhaps the sword of a previous Celestial Demon, or a former League Leader, or maybe the first League Leader’s blade? Something like that?”
The Divine Sword at my waist had also been a shattered blade when I first obtained it. This decrepit sword might harbor some equally bizarre history. I couldn’t possibly touch another cursed artifact. With that thought, I spoke to Seongheon.
[…It’s simply a sword I used long ago.]
“Then this must also be something like a Hwasan secret technique or a blade imbued with some profound meaning…”
[It’s a reasonably good sword.]
“Reasonably?”
I didn’t lower my suspicious gaze.
Then.
[…It is a supreme-grade weapon forged by the Dang Clan, but…]
“See? I knew it!”
A supreme-grade weapon, no less.
I glared at Seongheon with narrowed eyes. He then spoke with an embarrassed expression.
[That was meant to say it holds no particular significance.]
I could hear the grievance in his voice.
[Look at it—it’s hardly worthy of being called a sword, is it?]
“That’s beside the point.”
I understood his reasoning, but I remained resolute.
“Regardless of its value as a sword, the fact remains that it possesses worth.”
Especially if it’s a supreme-grade weapon forged by the Dang Clan, it must be extraordinary…
“Wait.”
I stopped mid-sentence, my face contorting. Supreme-grade?
“If it’s a supreme-grade that exists in Hwasan…”
One particular sword came to mind.
The Maehuajeong Sword.
Among the supreme-grade weapons forged by Dokjon of the Dang Clan, it was the one bestowed upon Hwasan.
‘Is it this one?’
This decrepit blade is that sword?
This worn-out relic?
“…How could you let it deteriorate to this state?”
The Maehuajeong Sword, compared to other supreme-grade weapons, had only recently appeared in the world.
Compared to the Sword Saint’s Manwol, the Maehuajeong Sword was in far worse condition. Even Manwol had scabs that fell away and some damage, but once I cleaned it off, it was still worth looking at.
‘This one doesn’t even have that.’
The Maehuajeong Sword was too severely damaged.
That was the real problem.
“What am I supposed to do with this? You’re not hoping I’d repair it, are you?”
This was difficult. I’d already accumulated karma from the matter with Yoo Cheon-gil, and I couldn’t take on anything more here.
And repair a supreme-grade weapon? That was out of the question.
“I’m afraid I cannot accommodate that.”
[It’s not even worth mentioning. I don’t expect repairs. This sword can never return to its original form. The maker has already ascended to heaven, so how could I expect such a thing?]
“….”
The maker must refer to Dokjon.
“Then what?”
[I merely hope you would pass it on.]
“…If I were to pass it on.”
It seemed he meant Yoo Yeon. He wanted me to pass this worn-out—no, this supreme-grade sword to Yoo Yeon?
‘…This doesn’t seem right.’
No matter what, it was still a supreme-grade weapon by classification. I wasn’t sure if it was proper to hand it over so carelessly.
[I will give you additional spirit pills.]
“…No, that’s not the issue right now.”
Spirit pills or whatever—this wasn’t the time to be accepting such things. But.
‘…Damn it.’
Yoo Yeon’s image flickered through my mind.
“…What difference would it make to give this to that girl?”
[Nothing.]
“Nothing?”
[Even if the child were to hold the sword, she would not use it. She would only hold its meaning.]
“Then why give it at all?”
[Call it the foolish lingering attachment of an arrogant old man.]
“….”
Lingering attachment.
My eyes narrowed at that word.
“You haven’t even died yet.”
He was still a Saengryeong. Seongheon had collapsed, yes, but he still clung to life.
At those words, Seongheon smiled thinly.
[How could it not be so?]
“….”
Handing over one worn sword shouldn’t be so difficult, but if the problem was that it was an object left behind by a ghost, then perhaps it was.
Click.
I grasped the sword anyway.
Uuuuung.
The spiritual essence emanating from the sword seeps into my body.
“Hah.”
It’s no trivial matter. This level of power ranked among the highest.
‘Heavy.’
Carrying it as is would be too burdensome.
Not the physical weight, but the heaviness of its spirit. Grasping something like this carelessly would make cleanup difficult later.
‘Hmm.’
Should I just give up? Such thoughts crossed my mind.
Yoo Yeon.
“….”
That name briefly flickers through my mind.
The small, frail back of the woman standing before me to save me—it irritates me strangely.
‘This isn’t good.’
This isn’t right. Ah, now I’m unnecessarily bothered. This is the situation I hate most.
‘Damn it.’
A fleeting thought passes. Then.
“…Mm.”
A method came to mind. It’s not a complete solution, but there is something that could reduce the burden somewhat.
Grip.
I grasped the sword.
Holding it, I spoke to Seongheon.
“…Setting aside the sword for now, this divine pill—this is indeed the item Moonju mentioned, correct?”
[As I said before, I’m not certain. However, considering Shin Chang’s situation… this would be better than the Great Restoration Pill.]
“What’s your reasoning?”
[If the Great Restoration Pill exists for martial artists to elevate their realm and recover and increase their internal energy, then this one is more distinctly for healing purposes.]
“For healing purposes?”
[Right. It’s only natural, since the Heavenly Supreme created it.]
“…!”
My eyes widened at his words. Seongheon created this divine pill?
[If this doesn’t work, then I’ll have to go myself, but that’s not possible, is it?]
“….”
He was right. I exhaled a sigh and lifted the sword.
“…Let me say this again, though.”
Slowly wrapping the sword in cloth, I spoke to him.
“There is no second time. Anything beyond this is impossible.”
My soul resonates softly. A warning. Not to break my karma. Ignoring it, I spoke to Seongheon.
[Thank you.]
He spoke in a quiet tone. Hearing this, I clicked my tongue briefly.
It’s what Baek Manager said.
‘You need to mind your own business less.’
Once again, I was reminded that his words were correct.

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I stepped outside. Time was running short.
Kuguguguung.
The moment I emerged, the mechanism automatically sealed shut. Seeing this, I spoke to Seongheon with a tone of wonder.
“This… could it be something Dokjon created?”
[Oh, how did you know?]
“…”
As expected.
‘That old man is truly remarkable.’
Dokjon. Seeing that he had crafted the secret chambers for both the Cheongwol Sect and the Sichuan region, I thought he possessed considerable skill, yet he had even built Hwasan’s chamber.
‘His craftsmanship is extraordinary.’
Beyond weapon-making, he seemed to have considerable expertise in this field as well.
‘Well then, first…’
Should I head toward my destination? The moment I thought this.
“Where are you coming from?”
“…!”
I froze. At the sudden voice, I turned my head.
‘The Sword Emperor…?’
There stood the Sword Emperor, arms crossed, watching me.
“…Sir.”
“I wondered why I couldn’t see you. I sensed a sudden presence and found it strange. You’re emerging from quite an unusual place.”
“…”
Had he seen everything? It seemed he likely had.
“That’s—”
“What is that?”
Tap.
It happened in an instant. The Sword Emperor appeared and snatched the sword from my hand.
“This is…”
“A sword.”
He examined it briefly, then casually returned it. His eyes showed little interest. However.
“The sword is secondary.”
The Sword Emperor’s sharp gaze swept across me.
“Did you encounter an opportunity?”
“…”
Gulp. I swallowed hard. The Sword Emperor seemed to have instantly perceived my transformation.
“There was quite a commotion, so the rumors were true, then.”
The Eight Demons. The rumors had spread about capturing Taema among them. Had the Sword Emperor heard of this as well?
“It doesn’t seem like mere enlightenment alone. Moreover, this wasn’t even the right time for enlightenment. What exactly have you experienced?”
“I… I’m not entirely sure either.”
I maintained my facade of ignorance. I couldn’t very well say that I’d been possessed by the Celestial Demon and then became a supreme master once freed from it, could I?
“You don’t know, then.”
At those words, the Sword Emperor’s eyes narrowed. Sharp. The very air seemed to grow cutting.
Just as the atmosphere grew frigid.
‘Hmm.’
I noticed something about the Sword Emperor.
“By the way, sir…”
“Speak.”
“Where have you been?”
“Why do you ask?”
“You reek of blood.”
“…”
At my words, the Sword Emperor stiffened momentarily. Then his lips curled upward.
“Perceptive.”
“…”
So the blood scent was real. Though truthfully, it wasn’t so much the scent of blood as…
‘Spirits are clinging all over him.’
Around his body, around his very presence—spirits were everywhere.
‘How many did he kill out there?’
From the sheer number, it was clear he’d been slaughtering indiscriminately.
“To sense it even though I’ve concealed the scent. Your instincts are sharper than they appear.”
“…”
Should I take that as a compliment? I wasn’t quite sure.
“Not bad at all.”
Setting aside the praise, the Sword Emperor stepped closer to me.
Then.
“What of those creatures?”
“…Pardon?”
“I’ve never heard of this Taema, but you faced Gwima, didn’t you? What was that repugnant thing like?”
“…”
There was only one answer to give about Gwima.
“…It was repugnant.”
Exactly as the Sword Emperor himself had felt. Precisely that.
“Haha.”
My answer amused the Sword Emperor, and he laughed.
“A satisfying response.”
“…Do you know about Gwima as well, sir?”
“I’m not entirely ignorant of it.”
From the way his face contorted, it seemed their relationship was far from cordial.
“He’s someone I shouldn’t get entangled with. I should have killed him this time around…”
“…You’re planning to kill them?”
“If the opportunity arises.”
A sharp breath cuts through the air.
A chilling killing intent brushes against my neck. It was sinister and palpable.
‘To this extent?’
I know the Sword Emperor is targeting something. I understand it’s the Patcheon-gung thugs. However.
‘Then why didn’t he appear?’
Why wasn’t he there when we were fighting? I knew the Sword Emperor wasn’t at Hwasan when the incident erupted.
‘Where has he been?’
Judging by these traces, it wasn’t a simple stroll. What exactly was he doing? I’m puzzled, utterly puzzled.
So I deliberately ignore the killing intent.
“Then, I suppose I can finish what I couldn’t do before.”
The Sword Emperor brings up the matter of this lesson.
“It will be easier.”
Since my realm has advanced, it should be more manageable. That seemed to be what he meant.
“Ah, wait a moment.”
“Hmm?”
“The lesson is fine, but…I still have something to do.”
“Something to do?”
“Yes.”
At my words, the Sword Emperor’s face twisted. He seemed unable to understand this sudden mention of other business. So I added a more detailed explanation for him.
“I need to fight someone.”
“…?”
The Sword Emperor’s expression grew worse than before.

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