The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 341

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 341
A stake. Seeing it, I nodded slightly.
“Why is this here?”
Why had he brought a stake? Gwima spoke to me with those words.
“Orders have come down from the main sect. Instructions to complete the work, it seems.”
“Complete the work, you say…”
Did he mean to drive this stake and complete the Six Paths Formation?
“So what?”
“Thus, I have come to ask our Heaven. What is your will?”
“Hmm?”
At Gwima’s words, I narrowed my eyes. What did I wish?
“You’re asking me that?”
“Yes. My Heaven.”
“…What if I told you not to do it?”
“We would retrieve what has been prepared in Seomseo and dispose of it so that it causes no trouble for Heaven.”
He’d retrieve everything that was driven in and dispose of it? Hearing that, I asked again.
“Do you…know what that is?”
“I do not.”
Gwima spoke confidently.
“I merely move according to orders. I do not know the Young Master’s intentions.”
“…”
Was Gwima’s words true? It sounded different from before.
‘Following only the Young Master’s words…’
Then did that Baek bastard know what this stake meant?
‘The Heretics are definitely involved.’
It was absurd that he would do this while knowing what would happen if this stake was driven in.
‘Tch.’
Gwima had come to ask what to do, knowing that I was concerned about this.
“The two currently installed points are ready, and it will take less than a day to handle the location Heaven is concerned about and the remaining ones.”
“…”
The location I’m concerned about.
That meant the stake I had gone and removed.
‘He knows.’
He knew all along. I was taken aback.
‘Did he watch knowing everything?’
He remained silent despite knowing all of it. Especially since he knew even when there was no misunderstanding that I was the Celestial Demon’s child.
‘Whether he anticipated it or saw it, I don’t know.’
But the situation was undeniably ominous.
“Should Heaven ever face difficulty, I, who have become Heaven’s servant, will accomplish anything. Even if my body were to shatter in the process.”
Watching Gwima speak those words, I flinched. Those eyes from before. He was looking at me with eyes filled with madness.
That look in her eyes—it was unmistakable.
‘The eyes of a fanatic.’
No different from the crazed gaze of those heretics who followed the Heretic.
What in the world was the Celestial Demon’s child so obsessed with?
Moreover.
‘A stake.’
Seeing the stake that Gwima had brought, I found myself lost in thought. Was he planning to use that?
If I simply converted it into the Six Paths Formation as is, that would create its own set of problems.
‘The complications that would unfold there are already troublesome enough.’
It would be convenient if he handled it in my stead.
‘…Hmm.’
Something nagged at me.
‘If I were to stop this.’
They would certainly notice something amiss, and the consequences that followed could become problematic.
Furthermore.
‘Gwima is also a concern.’
His assurance to handle it cleanly meant only that it posed no problem for me.
He showed no concern whatsoever for his own safety.
Truthfully, my position wasn’t different. What became of Gwima was none of my concern.
However.
‘He could prove useful.’
Regardless of his true nature, he was a useful asset.
Was it wise to expend him on something like this?
‘Not yet.’
Not yet. If this matter were truly entangled with those heretics from my past life—those madmen—I wouldn’t use him this way.
That settled it for me.
“Very well.”
“Ah, then immediately——!”
“Proceed.”
“To finish the task…. Pardon?”
Gwima hesitated. His expression suggested he’d misheard.
“You’re telling me to do it.”
Open the Six Paths Formation.
I would find my advantage within it.
‘It’s not as though I have no method.’
Better to open it than leave it sealed.
A way to make those heretics suffer while I reaped the benefits.
I possessed such a way.
“You may execute the plan he devised without alteration. However.”
I drew closer to Gwima.
As I approached, a faintly fragrant scent wafted toward me. What kind of smell was this from a man? A slight chill ran down my spine, but I ignored it and spoke to him.
“…!”
Gwima’s eyes widened at my words. Seeing that, I continued.
“You can do this, right?”
“…Yes.”
Gwima smiled broadly and answered me.
“Leave it to me, my Heavenly Supreme.”

* * *
I sent Gwima off. There was no point in lingering here any longer, so I told him we’d meet tomorrow.
After that, I picked up the thin noodles I’d been preparing and went to find Yoo Yeon again.
“Hey, I brought—”
When I returned to where she’d been, a familiar face came into view.
“Bang Disciple.”
It was Cheon Euijin. He examined me with a stiffened expression.
“…Are your injuries alright?”
“Ah, yes. As you can see, I’m perfectly fine.”
“…Sigh.”
At those words, Cheon Euijin released a breath of relief. Then he spoke to me with a slightly angry expression.
“What were you thinking…!”
He tried to express his anger but stopped, biting his lip.
“…I apologize. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Just as he raised his voice and then fell silent, I was about to say something.
“I suppose you didn’t tell me because I wouldn’t be of any help.”
“No, that’s not….”
At those words, Cheonhye-in’s words came to mind. She had said that Cheon Euijin’s situation was different.
I felt somewhat troubled.
“Heavenly Supreme. It’s not like that….”
“I apologize. I had hoped to be of use, but it seems I’m still far from that…. I simply wanted to pay my respects upon hearing you were here.”
Cheon Euijin bowed his head to me and turned to leave.
I considered letting him go, but instead I grabbed his arm.
“Heavenly Supreme.”
“…Yes?”
“…Do you like thin noodles?”
“…?”
Cheon Euijin’s eyes narrowed slightly.
I pulled him along and sat on the veranda. I couldn’t bring Cheon Euijin inside since Seongheon was there.
When I arrived, Yoo Yeon came outside as if she’d been waiting.
Then, seeing the thin noodles I’d brought, she opened her eyes wide.
“Eat.”
“….”
Yoo Yeon immediately plopped down and stared intently at the thin noodles.
I handed my own bowl of thin noodles to Cheon Euijin.
“Please, have some. I just finished preparing it.”
“Did Bang Disciple prepare this…?”
“Yes. It should taste better than it looks. You should eat too…. Oh, you’re already eating.”
There was no need to worry—Yoo Yeon was devouring the noodles like a madwoman.
At the sight of her eating so ravenously, Cheon Euijin stared at her blankly.
“…I, I….”
“I went through the trouble of bringing this, so please try it.”
“….”
Cheon Euijin hesitated for a moment before eating the noodles.
“…Mm….”
His reaction was ambiguous. Well, of course it was. I’d simply poured broth over noodles—what was there to find delicious about that? Especially for someone from a wealthy family like Cheon Euijin, it would seem utterly unremarkable.
Especially for someone from a well-off household like him, there wouldn’t be much to it.
“It’s delicious….”
“You know the Heavenly Supreme isn’t very good at lying, right?”
“….”
“It’s fine.”
I hadn’t given it to him expecting it to taste good anyway—it was merely a pretext.
A pretext to keep Cheon Euijin around.
“Heavenly Supreme.”
“Yes.”
“I apologize.”
“…!”
As I lowered my head, Cheon Euijin flinched in surprise.
“No, no! Why would you bow your head!”
“…It wasn’t that I intended to exclude you specifically.”
To be honest, it was true. I had thought he was too weak to bring along.
“I’m also sorry for not giving you any warning because the situation was so urgent. Things were moving too quickly.”
“…I understand completely.”
He would understand, certainly. But emotionally, he wouldn’t be able to accept it.
He already knew he was the weakest member of our group, and beyond that, I was well aware he was struggling with being compared to his sister.
“I wanted to do something together with you. But the circumstances seemed strange, so I couldn’t pay attention to it.”
“…You don’t need to worry about that either. Bang Disciple, you’re different from me, so you don’t need to concern yourself with someone like me. It’s all something I should have handled better on my own.”
I suppose.
Still, I’d brought him along as a companion, and abandoning him wasn’t right.
But apologizing twice wasn’t the answer—I needed to bring up something else.
Cheon Euijin was someone I cared about.
Despite how it seemed like I’d cast him aside, I was actually the one thinking about him the most.
Despite that handsome face, I could sense the inferiority complex and anxiety beneath the surface.
His diminished self-worth was merging in my memory with someone else’s image.
Perhaps that’s why Cheon Euijin had always weighed on my mind.
Unlike how he concerned himself with me.
“Heavenly Supreme.”
“Yes…?”
“I know I’m hardly in a position to ask, but would you hear me out on one request?”
“…What…?”
A request, out of nowhere? Cheon Euijin’s eyes widened with confusion.
Seeing that, I spoke.
“If you grant me this request, I will teach you one of my Mentor’s secret techniques.”
“…What?”
[What?]
Cheon Euijin was startled by my words, and even the silent Yoo Cheon-gil was taken aback.
[What are you saying?]
I could see his face contort—I’d spoken without his permission.
I was slightly nervous, but I ignored it.
“What do you say?”
“…Why…? If you’re concerned about me, you don’t need to-”
“I am concerned, but you can’t continue like this forever, can you?”
“…”
“I need strong people.”
Truthfully, I didn’t even need that, but I had to say what needed saying.
“People who can follow me without growing weary of the path I walk. I need such people.”
I don’t need such people. I’m already growing tired myself. I knew it all, but I spoke anyway.
“You’re not that person right now, Heavenly Supreme.”
“…”
Cheon Euijin bit his lip. Seeing that, I continued.
“So seize this opportunity. It’s a chance I won’t give to others, but you are special.”
“…I’m special?”
“Yes. I believe in your potential, Heavenly Supreme.”
I should. It’s no lie. My sister is Cheonhye-in and my father is Wol Seon-geom.
Surely Cheon Euijin has something. He’s not some child I picked up off the street.
“So I hope you won’t turn down this request of mine.”
“…”
Cheon Euijin’s pupils trembled. A vibration passed through those blue eyes, newly opened.
“What will you do?”
“…”
Cheon Euijin fell silent. Every conflict imaginable was written across his face.
Was it burden? Was it anxiety? Amid all these unknowns.
“What… what sort of favor are you asking?”
He ultimately made the choice I desired.
Seeing that, I smiled.
“It’s nothing complicated…”
I spoke quietly, observing him.
“I’ve decided to meet with Gwima this time. I was hoping to receive some assistance there.”
“…Pardon?”
At my words, Cheon Euijin turned rigid as stone.

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