The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 336

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 336
Cough…!!
Someone retches violently and struggles to sit up. As the massive frame shifts, the bed trembles beneath him.
“Cough… hack…!!”
The man clutches at his throat, coughing harshly. His identity: Taema. Hwangso-gong.
“Gasp… huff.”
“Hmm. You’re awake?”
At the smooth voice, Hwangso-gong’s gaze shifts. Gwima sits at the table, drinking water with serene composure—a picture of perfect tranquility.
Seeing this, Taema narrows his brow and cries out.
“What happened…!!”
“Ugh.”
Gwima winces at the shout.
“Don’t yell. The room’s cramped enough—why must you be so loud?”
“Answer me, Gwima…!!”
“What do you mean ‘what happened’? From the way you were lying there like an idiot, isn’t it obvious?”
“…What?”
“You lost.”
“…!!”
At the word ‘defeat,’ Hwangso-gong’s eyes widen like lanterns. Lost? Me? Hwangso-gong’s lips tremble at those words.
“…That’s impossible… it can’t be.”
“Did you hit your head? You seemed fine otherwise.”
“I lost to that blood-soaked wretch?”
Crash-!
“My goodness.”
Unable to contain his rage, Taema swings his fist. The wall caves inward from the impact.
“Nonsense-!”
“A man who can’t accept reality lacks charm, Taema. Perhaps it’s time you came to your senses?”
“You…!”
Taema finally loses his temper with Gwima’s constant needling. Just as he gathers strength to rise—
Stagger!
“…Ugh!?”
His massive frame collapses.
Thud!
One knee hits the floor as he barely catches himself.
“Cough… gasp…”
“Your condition seems poor. Don’t waste your strength like that. You’ll collapse again.”
“What is… what is this…?”
Hwangso-gong stares at his own hands. Something feels wrong. Sensing the strangeness, he tries to draw upon his inner energy—
Sting…!!
“Ugh!!”
An overwhelming surge of shock swept through him. His energy wouldn’t gather properly. What in the world was happening? He opened his eyes in confusion.
“It appears a Seal Restriction has been placed upon you.”
“…A Seal Restriction? A Seal Restriction, you say?”
“Yes. Wol-hyeop. That young upstart from the orthodox sect has cast a restriction upon you.”
“…That cannot be…! This body…!”
“Indeed. This is a precious vessel blessed directly by the Young Master himself.”
“…Then how could….”
If the Young Master had bestowed a blessing, there should be no method to layer a Seal Restriction above it. Not even the Pacheon Gungju of all the realm could lay hands upon this body.
Such was the secret technique passed down through the Divine Sect for ages.
‘A Seal Restriction placed upon this body?’
How could such a thing be possible? It made no sense. There was only one circumstance where this could occur.
‘A higher level of blessing.’
Something transmitted only within the Divine Sect. It would be impossible unless one received a higher blessing than this.
‘…That cannot be.’
It simply could not be. What right did that wretch have to cast a blessing higher than this? This was clearly some scheme at work.
“Gwima…. Remove this Seal Restriction from my body at once.”
“What?”
At Hwangso-gong’s command, Gwima’s expression turned incredulous.
“Giving orders so brazenly? How absurd.”
“Something has gone wrong with the blessing bestowed by the Young Master…! Remove this seal at once…!”
Crack!
“Gack!”
Hwangso-gong’s head snapped back. Gwima had appeared and struck his face with a vicious slap.
“You’ve grown cocky because I’ve been lenient.”
“…You bastard…!”
Hwangso-gong’s eyes blazed with fury, but Gwima’s hands continued their relentless motion.
Crack—! Smack! Fists rained down repeatedly upon his face.
Blood scattered across his features in an instant.
Splatter!
Droplets of blood fell to the ground, and Hwangso-gong endured the agony.
“…You wretch…. You….”
“You couldn’t even complete your assigned task properly, yet you have so much to say. How pathetic.”
“Ugh….”
“Moreover, you interfered and created obstacles, making our work difficult. What should we do about this?”
“…What are you…?”
Seeing Hwangso-gong’s reaction, Gwima withdrew something from her hand. It was a stake.
“Our task was to calculate the distances across this Shuangshu region and drive all these stakes into the ground. Your role was to capture the Plum Blossom Sword Masters and collect their blood.”
“…That….”
“But you appeared and suddenly interfered, even suffering defeat…. Now our work has become problematic, hasn’t it? All eyes have turned toward us.”
Driving the stakes had become awkward. At those words, Hwangso-gong ground his teeth together.
“Nonsense. You’re telling me you couldn’t even anticipate something like that?”
“Did I know everything in this world? I couldn’t foresee your reckless actions either. If I had known even that much, I wouldn’t have lost to Cheon Rijin-an.”
“….”
As I calmly mentioned the defeat in battle, Hwangso-gong fell silent instead.
Then he shifted his emotions and spoke.
“You’re lying.”
“You don’t want to believe it. Because you’re suspicious of me.”
“….”
“I invoked the heavens themselves and made an oath, yet why won’t you trust me? I don’t understand.”
I said I would serve the small heaven. Even after that declaration, his refusal to believe was incomprehensible.
“It doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not. The fact is, things went wrong because of you. And now it seems I’ve fallen further out of the Young Master’s favor because of it.”
“…You actually cared about something like that?”
“Of course. I told you.”
Gwima smiled faintly and spoke.
“I will live for the small heaven.”
“….”
“Get ready to move. To properly fix that pathetic body of yours… we’ll have to return to the Divine Cult eventually.”
“…What about you?”
“I have to fix what you’ve ruined.”
“…Ha.”
So disappear alone. At those words, Taema’s eyes hardened with intensity.
“You have something.”
“What do you mean?”
“…You definitely have something.”
“Why do you suspect me so much? There’s nothing more I can do for you.”
Gwima shrugged and rose to his feet. He wiped the blood from his hands roughly and spoke to Taema.
“Please tell the Young Master I apologize. I have matters to attend to… and I’ve acquired an eye that I need to manage.”
“…An eye?”
“The Sword Emperor.”
“…!”
“That demon is being troublesome.”
“…The Sword Emperor is here?”
“Ha ha.”
At Taema’s words, Gwima sneered and spoke.
“You know nothing at all?”
“…Grit.”
At the mockery, Taema ground his teeth together.
“If I’m to let you live, I must move as well. I hope you’ll behave obediently. Don’t defy me any further.”
Gwima laughed softly, as though Taema’s reaction was of no importance whatsoever.
“If word gets out that Palma was defeated by the Disciples, the Marins will be quite pleased.”
“This bastard…!!!”
Crash—!!
In the midst of his rage, Taema, struck in the abdomen, tumbled across the floor.
“I’ll be going now. See you next time. Our incompetent Taema.”
“…Gwima——!!!”
Screech. Crash.
As the door slammed shut, the noise ceased. He must have used a technique to avoid hearing more.
“Hmm.”
Leaving Taema behind, Gwima walked forward slowly.
The smile faded from his expression.
“In any case….”
That man had sharp instincts.
While it was somewhat amusing that Taema suspected him, he had to acknowledge what deserved acknowledgment.
That man possessed keen instincts.
Which is why he should have been killed.
“What does our Heaven desire….”
His own magnificent existence. A new Heaven and a Deity to be revered.
He did not wish for Taema’s death.
Why was that? It was puzzling, and yet.
“How dare I presume to think.”
What his Heaven desired—whatever it might be, it was not his place to judge.
With such thoughts, Gwima moved. Simultaneously.
‘His head held so high.’
“…Hieek.”
Recalling that electrifying sky from then, Gwima’s body trembled.
That arrogant, lofty gaze. Those eyes that refused to acknowledge anything above him.
Remembering that tingling stare, Gwima could not conceal his excitement.
“Aah….”
O Heaven.
“…I wish to see you soon.”
Gwima gnawed at his fingernails, attempting to restrain his emotions.

* * *
It was freezing cold.
The environment was barren and desolate.
The child opened their hand and stared at their palm. The fingers, completely frozen, appeared faintly blue.
What had it been?
What had happened?
I couldn’t remember.
‘…Please….’
The last words my mother had spoken.
‘Please…. Please escape from this….’
Escape from where and how? I didn’t know. And then my mother was killed by the assailants.
I lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes.
“….”
The white snowfield was stained deep, deep red.
A sickening stench pierced my nostrils, and only then did I look to my side.
My mother’s corpse, already cold. I was sitting there beside her.
“A…. Aah….”
No words would come.
“Uaah….”
With trembling fingertips, I grasped my mother’s hand, now grown cold.
I didn’t know what had happened. I simply endured.
Why?
Why did it become like this?
‘Mom!’
‘No, this can’t be…!’
Calling out for my mother, whom I couldn’t see hiding—that was the turning point.
That’s how it came to this.
The child’s voice, like my mother’s breath, had ceased. Perhaps because I lost everything in a single word.
“…Aah….”
With a voice that wouldn’t emerge, I clutched my mother.
And trembled and trembled.
After trembling for a long while.
“….”
As blood gradually pooled across the ground, my trembling stopped. Something felt wrong.
Shhhhhhh.
Warmth slowly rose within my frozen body.
With death and a corpse beside me, my body was beginning to respond slowly.
Something.
Something was coming.
Screeeeeech.
“Ah…. Ahhh….”
More.
I need to do more. What am I trying to do? Something feels incomplete, yet I cannot comprehend what.
The child did not understand. She was far too young and ignorant to grasp it.
Yet in that ignorance lay a strange sweetness. If I surrendered my body to this visitor who had found me, perhaps peace would come.
I sensed this instinctively.
Should I yield to it? In that moment when temptation crept to the crown of my head.
‘Does it taste good?’
“….”
The child’s movements froze.
‘Eat more. Have this too.’
A face surfaced unbidden in my mind.
‘You eat well.’
“…Ah….”
If I surrendered to instinct like this.
This memory too—and that child—would be forgotten.
At that thought, the child tensed every muscle in her body.
She became rigid as stone. It felt as though even the slightest movement would shatter something irreplaceable.
As she lay buried in the cold, growing colder with each passing moment.
“…Come with me.”
A voice reached her.
Her eyes opened to the muffled sound. Her consciousness was already slipping away, so she could not discern who it was.
“Let us go to spring.”
I did not know who it was.
It mattered not. Please, save me.
With such a plea, I grasped that hand.
The other’s hand was wrinkled and worn.
Yet strangely warm.
Thump.
“….”
Yoo Yeon’s eyes opened.
She felt warm air instead of the biting cold. Opening her eyes in this quiet place, Yoo Yeon slowly lifted her head.
Before her lay her master, motionless as death.
“….”
‘Let us go to spring.’
He who had said cold places were unbearable, that we should go somewhere warm.
Now he was going to the coldest place of all.
“….”
Yoo Yeon gazed upon him and slowly extended her hand, desperate to grasp his once more.
In that instant.
Crash—!!
“Are you here?”
“…!”
The back door burst open, and someone appeared.
White hair and azure eyes.
It was Bangseong-yeon.
Why? Why did he suddenly appear? His body? Would his body be alright?
For a fleeting moment, joy and concern alternated within me.
“Ah, there you are.”
Bangseong-yeon smiled upon seeing Yoo Yeon.
“Let’s go now.”
“…?”
Along with his smile.
A flash of light.
“…!!”
A brilliant flash shot toward Yoo Yeon.
Crash—!
She barely evaded the strike, but Bangseong-yeon seized her collar in his grip.
She was hurled straight out of the room.
Thud.
Something fell before Yoo Yeon as she landed on the dirt ground.
What was this?
It was something wrapped in cloth.
“Take it.”
“….”
At his words, Yoo Yeon instinctively grasped the object and unwrapped the cloth.
It was a sword.
A heavily worn blade with a damaged edge. Upon seeing it, Yoo Yeon’s brow furrowed.
What was this? Why had he given her this? Confused, Yoo Yeon looked back at Bangseong-yeon.
“Now then. Let’s have a match.”
“…?”
He spoke words that made no sense.

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