The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 346

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 346
Their gazes felt remarkably burdensome.
The moment I opened my eyes, a torrent of stares washed over me, and I let out a stifled cough.
“Ahem….”
At the sound I made, the Elders finally stirred to life.
“He’s awake.”
“Wol-hyeop has come to.”
Yes, I was awake. Which was precisely why I wished they would leave.
The Elders subtly increased the distance between us. Seeing this, I pushed myself upright.
“…Where am I…?”
“We found you collapsed and brought you here.”
“How long was I unconscious?”
“About half a day, I’d say. Are you feeling alright?”
“Ah, yes. I’m fine.”
I was probably fine. Though I hadn’t actually checked.
“What happened?”
“…And what brings you Elders here, if I may ask?”
“We grew concerned when we heard you had collapsed.”
“Me?”
They came because I had collapsed? That was an odd thing to say.
“How could we remain idle when our sect’s benefactor has fallen?”
At those words, I narrowed my eyes. So that’s why they’d been waiting….
‘Ah, of course.’
The Patcheon Gung’s conspiracy, still not fully exposed. And I was the only one who could unravel it.
They spoke of gratitude and such, but that wasn’t the only reason.
‘It’s already been revealed among the Elders, hasn’t it.’
When we were heading out to capture Maehua Daeju, I had already mentioned the conspirators of Patcheon Gung that I’d identified to the Elder council.
Whether they believed it or not was another matter entirely.
‘But now that Maehua Daeju’s involvement has been confirmed.’
My credibility had become unshakeable, and they seemed to be seeking reassurance from me to ease their anxieties.
“I’m fine. There was no need for such esteemed individuals to come.”
“Are you truly alright?”
“Yes. I should probably see a Physician soon… Could you give me some space and time?”
“Ah.”
When I turned the conversation back to them, the Elders flinched. Yet they had no grounds to refuse.
After sending the reluctant old men away,
I finally moved toward where the Physician had been waiting.
“Your condition seems stable. Do you know what caused you to lose consciousness…?”
“Ah, I believe I became dizzy.”
I gave a vague excuse.
The Physician’s expression shifted to one of clear skepticism.
Of course he wouldn’t believe that a Martial Artist had suddenly collapsed from dizziness. However.
“I did collapse once before, so I must have neglected my body’s maintenance.”
“Ah, I see.”
Since there was precedent, the Physician’s gaze softened with a measure of acceptance.
“…Indeed. You accomplished something significant this time, but it seems you pushed yourself far too hard.”
“No, it was something that had to be done.”
“…Hehe. For one so young, I already glimpse the qualities of a wandering hero. It’s hardly surprising that so many sing your praises.”
“…Aha ha….”
My face flushed deeply. I laughed awkwardly. My conscience remained unburdened. What could I do? I might as well enjoy this now.
After examining me several more times, the Physician reiterated that my body showed no problems and departed.
[Regardless, you’re remarkably skilled at lying. It’s astounding every time I witness it.]
The moment I was alone, Yoo Cheon-gil, who had been quiet, spoke to me.
Hearing that, I chuckled softly.
Such cunning had simply developed from my struggle to survive.
‘…That’s settled.’
I quietly gathered my strength. Though the Physician had said my body was fine, what truly mattered was something else.
‘My inner energy….’
Just as before, I had consumed Evil Spirits ravenously. No, perhaps I had absorbed far more than I had in Hanan.
Surely my inner energy must have transformed. As I gathered strength to assess it.
후우우우욱—!!!
“…!”
[Oh.]
My eyes widened at the sensation coursing through my body.
“Huh.”
I was astonished. My inner energy had grown absurdly. What was this?
‘…Even calling it the Pacific Ocean wouldn’t be an exaggeration.’
Compared to before—when I was merely third-rate with barely a speck of inner energy—it had now swollen to impossible proportions.
As if I had consumed an endless stream of divine elixirs called miraculous medicines.
[…Your inner energy alone has transformed remarkably. At this level, you’ll never hear complaints about insufficient energy anywhere.]
Yoo Cheon-gil nodded at me with evident satisfaction.
Did his assessment of “this level” imply he had possessed even more in life?
‘More than this?’
I wondered just how vast Yoo Cheon-gil’s inner energy had been in his former life.
‘…But setting that aside.’
With this much inner energy, I felt an exhilarating sense that I could accomplish anything.
‘…So consuming Evil Spirits could yield such results?’
By forcibly containing and filling my body with Evil Spirits, I had obtained this inner energy.
No matter how much the Celestial Demon had assisted, it defied reason.
‘Perhaps.’
The Evil Spirits gathered there were hardly ordinary either. Given the region, there would have been Martial Artists among them.
Souls bearing narratives as Martial Artists could have yielded even more qi.
I captured such souls, bound them to my body, and sublimated them into qi.
‘…Is it natural that this much accumulates?’
The quantity was strange—far more than it should be. If that were the case.
‘The Celestial Demon may have done something.’
If he performed some special act upon me.
His final words nag at me.
‘What did he do?’
The Celestial Demon said he did something to me.
‘…Did he tell me to become a Celestial Demon?’
The absurdity of it contorts my face. A Celestial Demon? What nonsense.
It was utterly ridiculous.
‘The problem is that he seemed sincere about it.’
I recall those crimson eyes. That gaze that made my legs tremble even in memory. I picture him speaking those words with such an expression.
‘That’s absurd.’
Become a Celestial Demon? Preposterous.
Where would I find time for such a thing? I have neither the intention nor the leisure for it.
“Sigh….”
I exhale deeply and rise to my feet.
Only Yoo Cheon-gil is visible. Seongheon is nowhere to be found. Then….
‘What of Cheon Euijin?’
What became of Cheon Euijin and Gwima? Just as I wonder about their condition.
Knock, knock.
I hear footsteps beyond the door.
-Teacher.
It was Sochul Daeju’s voice.
“Ah. Come in…. Come in.”
At my permission, Sochul Daeju opens the door and enters.
“I heard you had awakened….”
Sochul Daeju trails off mid-sentence. I feel his pupils tremble as he looks at me.
“…Have you obtained a fortuitous encounter?”
His perception is keen. He seems to have noticed that I’ve gained qi.
“A little.”
“…To call it merely a little….”
It does seem excessive. I know it too.
I should learn how to conceal or regulate my qi.
“My body is fine, so nothing else has changed, right?”
“If there is something changed.”
“The circumstances, that sort of thing.”
When I lost consciousness, did anything change? At my question, Sochul Daeju paused for a moment before speaking.
“Nothing particularly significant has changed, but….”
“But…?”
“The aftermath of the Maehua Daeju incident has left Hwasan’s atmosphere rather unsettled. We ultimately failed to capture those men from Patcheon Gung….”
This was something I already knew.
“Furthermore, the Hwasan Sect’s continued attention toward you has become established. That aspect could prove problematic as well.”
“Problematic how?”
“Now that they have a direction to lean toward, situations have arisen where you could utilize this to your advantage.”
“…Ah.”
I was impressed. This man is sharper than I thought.
“Did you perhaps intend this aspect, sir?”
“Half of it, yes.”
….
A glimmer of something appeared in Sochul Daeju’s eyes. A hint of admiration, perhaps.
The fact that this man who originally dismissed me was now looking at me that way felt oddly gratifying.
All I did was show him one martial technique.
[All you did? Do you not realize how extraordinary that is?]
At Yoo Cheon-gil’s reaction, I let out a quiet laugh. It must be extraordinary—a divine technique created by the Sword Saint of all under heaven.
That would explain Sochul Daeju’s response.
Of course, it wasn’t something that particularly resonated with me.
“Half was intentional. So I need to observe a bit longer.”
“…Then, do you have plans for what comes after?”
“I’m not without them.”
I did have plans.
Whether they’d unfold as intended was another matter entirely.
“Anyway….”
My energy was recovering, and now that I was awake, I felt I should wrap things up soon.
Zzzt—!!!
“…!”
My eyes snapped open at the sensation I felt. I turned my gaze immediately.
I saw something.
‘What is that?’
What was that?
A thin line hung suspended in the empty air. If I looked closely, it appeared black like a strand of hair, but its extended length suggested it was far from ordinary.
‘What…’
What could it possibly be? This strange thing.
I looked at Sochul Daeju. His gaze seemed puzzled, but he didn’t appear to see the same thing I did.
“Leave for now.”
“Sir?”
“I need to rest a bit. I’ll call for you later.”
“Ah. I understand.”
Sochul Daeju seemed reluctant to end the conversation, but he obediently turned to leave at my words.
“Master.”
“Hmm?”
“Next time, I beg you to exercise caution. I too shall remain vigilant.”
“…Ah.”
It sounded like he was telling me to stop sneaking out. Perhaps because I kept slipping away from my guards and causing trouble. His warning stung.
“…Understood.”
I nodded in acknowledgment, and Sochul Daeju turned to leave.
Once alone, I gazed at the thread again.
‘What is this?’
What could it possibly be? I carefully tapped it. There was no tactile sensation when I touched it with my hand.
But.
Uuuuung—!
The thread trembled the moment I touched it. At the same time.
Srrrrr—!!
A sensation emanated from my heart.
It was a sensation I’d never felt before.
‘…What is this feeling?’
What kind of sensation was this? As I pondered in confusion.
[…This… Ah….]
“…!”
Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice reached me slowly. This voice….
‘Could it be.’
Knock knock—!
“….”
I sensed another presence. Soon after.
-May I enter?
A calm, familiar voice sounded.
“…Yes.”
Immediately after my response, the door opened and someone entered. By appearance, he seemed to be a disciple of Hwasan Sect.
Srrrrch!
The moment he stepped into the room, his clothes and face transformed.
It was Gwima. As he entered, he knelt before me.
Thud—!
“I pay reverence to the true Heaven…!”
“….”
His demeanor was more excessive than usual. And.
‘The thread is connected to him.’
A visible black thread was connected to him.
I instinctively reached out to touch the thread.
“Grrrrk…!!”
Gwima’s body trembled as saliva dripped from his mouth. Then he lifted his head, which had been pressed down, and stared at me.
“Haa-ack…. Haa….”
He was drooling with unbridled excitement.
“….”
The grotesque and repulsive sight made me stop my hand.
‘…This is insane.’
‘I shall give you a gift.’
Words the Celestial Demon had spoken.
As those words surfaced in my mind, cold sweat began to pour down.
Surely.
‘Something has gone terribly wrong.’
And it seemed like something had gone very, very wrong indeed.

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