The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 340

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 340
What is the Heavenly Killer’s Fate?
At first, it was merely a question about it.
A karma ordained by the world. Born bearing a karma that demands killing, existing as a flaw in the world itself.
A flaw.
My grandmother expressed such beings in that way.
She said the world cannot be perfect, so it sometimes inflicts flaws upon itself.
In ancient times of unending peace, beasts born bearing such karma were called spiritual beings.
They were said to be those who could become either calamity or guardian to humanity.
Similarly, those born as humans bearing such karma were no different.
Born with absurd blessings to become the light of the world, or
born bearing karma to become the flaw that prevents such light from shining, or so she said.
It was like a binding carved into the soul itself, something that could not be undone by ordinary means.
‘Even speaking of undoing it is nonsense.’
Releasing the karma contained within the soul is an impossible thing.
The flaw bestowed by the world inevitably affects not just the soul, but the flesh as well.
One cannot undo or destroy something so vast.
Even my grandmother ultimately only managed to conceal and hide it.
She never even considered erasing or transcending it.
That is karma.
The reason I avoided entanglement with ghosts, and even if entangled, tried to flee whenever possible—that was it.
‘…There was no choice this time.’
The battle with Yoo Yeon was about passing on the Maehuajeong Sword.
It was a fight to bury the narrative contained within it beneath something else.
‘Yoo Yeon bears the Heavenly Killer’s Fate.’
The Celestial Demon’s sole bloodline and the destiny of bearing the Heavenly Killer’s Fate.
Yoo Yeon was a figure upon whom the karma bestowed by the world was so vastly inscribed.
‘I had to use this.’
I intended to obscure the Maehuajeong Sword’s narrative with that karma.
The method was simple.
‘Stimulate Yoo Yeon’s karma to overwhelm the Maehuajeong Sword.’
I sought to forcibly awaken the Heavenly Killer’s Fate. Murderous intent erupted and karma burst forth.
The problem was.
‘Mere words of provocation weren’t enough.’
Whether Seongheon had done something, the karma of the Heavenly Killer’s Fate flowed out sluggishly.
So I provoked further through sparring.
I subtly picked at what was bound within the soul.
Only then did the karma fully blossom.
‘…It was a gamble.’
But the murderous intent was thicker than expected. There was a moment I trembled, fearing it might spiral beyond control.
‘Done.’
I managed it in the end.
I veiled the narrative by layering Yoo Yeon’s killing intent over the Maehuajeong Sword.
It was only a slight obstruction to her vision, but it should have reduced the karmic debt coming my way.
‘I got what I wanted to confirm too.’
I wanted to see just how intimately the Heavenly Killing Star was connected to the soul.
This incident made it certain.
‘The Heavenly Killing Star isn’t destiny—it’s a type of soul.’
The Heavenly Killing Star wasn’t simply a matter of destiny.
It was more accurate to view it as a category of the soul itself.
And if that were the soul—
‘That’s my specialty.’
Simply by observing and handling it, I was an expert.
‘I’ve lived my entire life doing this.’
Whether you call it the concept of a Demon,
Or the concept of possession—
Even if it’s unclear, if it’s a matter of the soul, everything changes.
‘I just need to suppress it.’
Even if I can’t release or resolve it,
Suppression will suffice.
Shiver, shiver, shiver, shiver.
I looked down at my hands.
“Tsk.”
Perhaps from touching the spirit, chills ran across my entire body.
‘Even this much is difficult.’
It’s different from the old days. This body had grown weak because I’d spent so long avoiding proximity to souls.
‘…It’s better not to do this for a while.’
Click.
A sensation like a ring catching around my heart flashed through me. I’d refilled the karmic debt I’d released.
‘…Just as with the Heavenly Killing Star—’
A flaw wasn’t something that existed in isolation.
My own flaw was no less significant by comparison.
Yes, it would never fall short. At least not in a battle of soul against soul.
‘Grandmother would be furious.’
If she saw this state, she would have hurled every curse imaginable at me.
“Sigh….”
As I exhaled and tried to calm my body,
[How on earth did you manage that?]
Seongheon’s Spirit, who had been following behind, asked me.
[How did you possibly…?]
Has the Heavenly Supreme’s killing intent faded? To that question, I clicked my tongue and replied.
“Not at all. I simply put it to sleep.”
[Put it to sleep?]
“Yes. If it would just rest quietly, that would be fine. But it kept poking its head out, so I told it to sleep.”
[What kind of…!]
“I haven’t completely sealed it. It will crawl back out eventually anyway—this is merely a temporary measure.”
Since it wasn’t karma of such a simple nature, I could temporarily suppress it, but complete restraint was impossible.
[…How is such a thing even possible?]
Seongheon’s eyes showed he couldn’t comprehend it.
Hearing his words, I shrugged.
“It’s difficult to explain. I simply can do it.”
[What do you mean—]
[Don’t pry into it so persistently.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to Seongheon, his face darkening.
[It’s obvious at a glance that this fellow is brimming with secrets. The fact that only you and I can see him is already strange enough.]
[Cheon-gil—]
[We’ve reached a point where both sides are implicitly not asking questions of each other. Why are you interfering?]
[….]
Only then did Seongheon close his mouth. Yoo Cheon-gil was right.
We were refraining from asking each other what we wanted to know.
And.
‘How cowardly, silencing me like that.’
What Yoo Cheon-gil said to Seongheon was the same as what he said to me.
‘Don’t ask, is that it?’
Don’t ask about the Celestial Demon. It was as good as saying that outright.
‘Figure it out yourself—what kind of nonsense is that?’
He was nothing but a cunning old man.
[This is an important matter.]
[What part isn’t important to us?]
[….]
[If you say only your disciple matters, then you’ve lost your mind even in death—just achieve enlightenment as you are.]
At the cold rebuke, Seongheon’s face crumpled.
[…I merely….]
[Regardless of anything else.]
Yoo Cheon-gil stared directly at Seongheon and spoke.
[I understand that your lingering attachment is something other than regret and concern for Hwasan.]
[….]
He sank completely. At Yoo Cheon-gil’s words, Seongheon faded away entirely.
[Tsk.]
Yoo Cheon-gil turned his head away, looking at Seongheon like that.
[Time truly is formidable. To think such a towering ancient tree would decay to this extent.]
A reference to Seongheon’s weakened appearance.
[…I’ll rest for a moment and return.]
Seongheon vanished without answering, and Yoo Cheon-gil’s brow furrowed at the sight.
[Foolish man.]
His displeasure was striking in its bluntness.
Quarrels between old men always played out this way.
To be precise, it was merely Yoo Cheon-gil’s one-sided assault.
[…So.]
Only after Seongheon departed did Yoo Cheon-gil turn his gaze toward me.
[What are you doing?]
“Can’t you see?”
Bubble, bubble.
I spoke while watching the water boil rapidly before me.
“I’m cooking noodles.”
[…But why are you the one doing it?]
“I’m hungry.”
I made use of the empty kitchen. When I asked permission, he readily granted it.
Since I mentioned I’d only boil thin noodles, I didn’t need many ingredients.
It was more troublesome to stop him when he insisted on doing it himself rather than letting me.
[You know how to cook?]
“Cook? It’s just thin noodles. What’s there to it?”
I simply prepared a basic broth and poured it over the boiled noodles—that was all.
Normally I might have added this or that.
‘But there’s no need.’
Accustomed to living without excess, I added no expensive ingredients.
Just broth and thin noodles was enough. All that mattered was filling my stomach, wasn’t it?
As I thought this and prepared the noodles.
[That… kind… of noodles….]
“….”
Yoo Cheon-gil’s words trailed off.
Sensing it, I lifted my head.
‘Just when I think I’ve resolved one thing.’
Something else emerges.
With that thought, I exhaled a sigh.
Yoo Cheon-gil, as if sensing something, gazed toward somewhere.
[Hey… you.]
At his call, I nodded slightly.
I understood without him needing to speak.
Bubble, bubble.
As I was pulling the noodles from the boiling water.
“This is troublesome.”
I muttered as if speaking for someone else’s benefit.
“I only prepared food for this many servings. I’ll need to make one more portion.”
I looked in the same direction Yoo Cheon-gil was staring.
And I spoke.
“Will you eat?”
Only then did a response come. From the kitchen entrance where no one seemed to be, a figure appeared and knelt down.
“I greet the Little Heaven….”
It was Gwima. Seeing him, I flinched.
‘So it’s real.’
A real Gwima. Based on Yoo Cheon-gil’s reaction just now, I wondered if he had appeared because of that, but I never expected Gwima to actually show up.
‘Does he not value his own life?’
No matter how poor his condition was, this place was the Hwasan Sect. It was absurd that a figure from the Demonic Cult would appear here so casually.
He seemed to have no regard for his own life whatsoever.
Or perhaps.
‘He’s confident he can escape.’
If he were confident he could flee no matter what situation he faced.
There was no other explanation.
“As expected…. My Heaven can recognize me no matter where I am.”
“….”
No. I had simply noticed because Yoo Cheon-gil’s spiritual state seemed strange.
“Ah…. As expected….”
He continued to marvel at the sight of me. I forcibly suppressed the sigh that was about to escape.
“I was preparing a meal. Your sudden appearance has caught me off guard.”
“My apologies. I wished not to disturb your precious time…. I failed to recognize that Heaven is an existence beyond my comprehension. Please, I beg you to end this worthless servant’s….”
“Don’t bang your head on the ground. It’s unpleasant to watch.”
“….”
He was about to press his forehead to the floor like last time, so I stopped him first.
And I asked.
“…Why have you come?”
“My apologies. I came urgently as there is something I must tell you. I could not wait, and I am truly sorry….”
“Enough.”
Every time he opens his mouth, he tries to bang his head on the ground. This is giving me a headache. Looking at him, I examined Yoo Cheon-gil.
Crackle.
Yoo Cheon-gil’s form was blurred. I could see it wavering as if electricity were sparking.
‘As I thought.’
I had sensed it before, but it seemed something had gone wrong since Gwima appeared.
‘Hmm.’
Does possession become impossible when the host is present?
This was undoubtedly an inconvenient and troublesome situation.
“…So why have you come looking for me?”
I thought I said I would go find you. What reason did you have to come meet me like this?
To my question, Gwima spoke.
“Ah…. It is not another matter.”
Swish.
Gwima drew something from his bosom and showed it to me.
‘That is.’
Upon seeing it, my expression twisted. So it was something.
‘A stake.’
It was a stake.
The very thing that had been driven into the ground around Seomseong to construct the Six Paths Heavenly Prison.

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