The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 347

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 347
When I touched the black thread, Gwima reacted.
Moreover, he gazed at me with eyes drenched in madness.
Everything about it sent shivers down my spine.
‘What is happening?’
What was that thread, and why did Gwima respond like that?
I was bewildered. Wondering if I was seeing something I shouldn’t, I opened my eyes slightly, but the thread remained visible.
‘What is this?’
What could that possibly be? As confusion filled my mind….
“Ahhh…. Heavens…. So it is…. You….”
Gwima trembled violently as he spoke. It was one thing that his body shook, but why did he tremble while looking at me like that?
That made me feel even worse.
“…What?”
“Yes…?”
“What was that just now?”
What was the reaction I got from touching the black thread?
“Why are you here again?”
What was Gwima doing here?
Did this madman treat enemy territory like his own home? How could he move about so carelessly?
‘There’s no point in standing guard like this.’
What good were sentries if they could be breached so easily?
‘…No matter how strong Gwima is.’
Something about this man was wrong. It had been that way from the start, and it was even more apparent now.
‘Yoo Cheon-gil’s spirit. Even if it weren’t him, the ghosts themselves are shaken whenever this man appears.’
It was somewhat different from merely having overwhelming presence.
‘What is it?’
There were those with keen senses and formidable spiritual power.
Most of them could completely perceive the existence of ghosts.
‘But….’
Gwima didn’t seem to see or fully sense ghosts.
Yet the fact that he could affect the state of ghosts made no sense to me.
‘What could it be?’
What was that obsession of his?
It was strange that he could come and go here with a concealment technique while ignoring all the masters in this place.
Beyond that….
‘…The formation technique he’s been using since before.’
The remarkable array technique that distorted space itself was also puzzling.
‘They called him the mind of the Demonic Cult.’
A scholar and Marin.
A loyal disciple called the brain of the Celestial Demon.
Observing Gwima, I posed a question.
“What was that just now?”
What had I done? At my question, Gwima’s eyes sparkled.
“You’re not aware of it…?”
“Aware of what?”
What had I even done?
“Ah…. I see. The Heavenly Supreme still doesn’t know what you possess.”
“….”
“Not being aware means you’ve only recently awakened to this power, yes?”
“…Speak plainly, would you?”
I flicked the thread before me. Then.
“Krrrrgh!”
Gwima writhed and groaned, twisting his body this way and that.
It was absolutely disgusting to listen to.
“Th… this is….”
“….”
Oh, please.
“Ahhh….”
“Stop savoring it and speak.”
Whenever I touched this thread, Gwima couldn’t stay still. What was this thread? What was happening?
“…This is only possible because the Heavenly Supreme is the bloodline of the previous Gyoju.”
“…What…?”
It’s possible because I’m the Celestial Demon’s bloodline? I narrowed my eyes.
It shouldn’t have been possible.
“Marin can never resist the Gyoju. You know this saying, yes?”
“I do know it.”
It was a famous saying. It was well-known that Marin would obey the Celestial Demon’s words absolutely—if told to die, they would die; if told to roll, they would roll.
I was curious what kind of brainwashing could make them that way.
“This is not merely the result of brainwashing.”
“Then what is it…?”
“All Marin receive a blessing from the Gyoju and obtain Magi, becoming Marin.”
As Gwima spoke, he slowly lowered his body.
He prostrated himself flat and assumed a posture of reverence toward me.
“And. The moment they receive that blessing, they all become bound to the Gyoju.”
“…Bound, you say?”
“All Marin who possess Magi cannot disobey the Gyoju’s commands.”
“…!”
Such a thing was possible? My eyes widened. This meant.
‘The thread I just touched on Gwima….’
It was a thread that allowed me to control them?
“How such a thing is possible, I cannot fathom. Yet that very mystery makes it all the more exhilarating.”
“…Exhilarating? What do you mean by exhilarating?”
“Is it not intense? To be crushed beneath an omnipotent force beyond imagination and comprehension. Ahhhhh…. How thrilling it is.”
“….”
I took another step back from Gwima. This man was truly mad.
[Ugh….]
If even Yoo Cheon-gil, supreme under heaven, found him repulsive, that said everything.
“…I thought I would never feel such intensity again…. Yet you…. You truly are my genuine heaven….”
“…So what you’re saying is. That because I’m the Celestial Demon’s child, such things are possible?”
“Indeed.”
That I could wield the Divine Sword.
That I could manipulate the Marin as I pleased.
From his words alone, it seemed my bloodline descended from the Celestial Demon.
‘…That cannot be.’
Knowing the truth as I did, I could only find it absurd.
‘What did the Celestial Demon do to me.’
That I could use the Divine Sword.
This current situation.
All of it was because the Celestial Demon did something to me.
It meant this was not merely possible through bloodline alone.
‘What on earth is this.’
My eyes narrowed. As complex thoughts flooded my mind.
“You truly…. are my genuine heaven.”
Gwima continued proving his madness regardless of my reaction.
“Please. I earnestly pray that you will restore the fallen Demonic Cult to its former glory….”
“….”
The Demonic Cult’s restoration? Was he speaking such nonsense now.
‘Restoration? What restoration.’
A disciple of the former League Leader and a rising talent the righteous sects anticipated.
Called the Sword Saint’s Predecessor at this very moment.
‘And now he wants me to become the Celestial Demon of the Demonic Cult?’
It was utterly ridiculous.
“Besides, the current Young Master is someone else, is he not? Surely he could do such things as well.”
I recalled the man who called himself Young Master.
Speaking while remembering that man who had even infiltrated the righteous sects.
“No. He is one incapable of bestowing blessings.”
“…Is that so?”
“Indeed. If he possessed such capability, the Demonic Cult would not be in this state. He is merely a hollow shell, a worthless pretender. The only true heaven is the one standing before me.”
“….”
So that man—whoever he was—could not use such blessings.
“If he possessed such power, there would have been no need to join hands with Patcheon Gung in the first place….”
Gwima trailed off mid-sentence and closed his mouth.
“A restriction, I see.”
At my words, Gwima nodded.
It seemed he had crossed some line he could not speak beyond.
‘…Tsk.’
Now I was even controlling Marin?
‘The Celestial Demon, no less.’
Gwima seemed to already regard me as the Celestial Demon of a future generation.
Even if that weren’t the case.
‘The Celestial Demon himself spoke of it too.’
The Celestial Demon.
Even he, already dead and become a spirit, wished for me to become the Celestial Demon.
It was absurd.
‘The Geomseong’s Predecessor becoming the Celestial Demon.’
That was utter nonsense.
I glanced at Yoo Cheon-gil, thinking he would surely agree with that sentiment.
‘…Huh?’
I paused upon seeing Yoo Cheon-gil.
‘What’s with that old man?’
Yoo Cheon-gil was smiling.
He even revealed an intrigued gaze, as if he found it amusing.
“….”
What was this.
This felt ominous. Whenever that man wore such a smile, it was usually because he was thinking something ridiculous.
“Celestial Demon or whatever, that’s settled now….”
[….]
“….”
I closed my mouth at Yoo Cheon-gil’s words. I couldn’t hear it clearly, but I grasped what he was trying to say.
Gwima before me also closed his mouth and stared at me intently.
It felt like he was waiting for me to speak.
-Please leave for now. I think we need to discuss something later.
-Understood. I shall eagerly anticipate and continue to anticipate our next meeting. My beautiful, intense, and magnificent….
-Just go already.
-Yes.
Fearing his words would grow longer, I furrowed my brow and spoke, whereupon Gwima vanished before my eyes in an instant.
‘…Fast.’
I still couldn’t see the speed at which he moved.
It felt as though he had simply dissolved like mist.
How was he doing that? The question arose just as——
Knock, knock.
—Pardon the intrusion…! Wol-hyeop!
A voice came from outside. It carried an urgent tone.
“Yes. Please, come in.”
With permission granted, the door burst open and someone entered.
It was Yeo Hyeok.
“Huff… gasp.”
His breathing was ragged. Why had he run here like that? I regarded him with curiosity.
“Wol-hyeop…!”
“Yes?”
“The Sect Leader… he’s awakened.”
“…!”
My eyes widened at those words.

* * *
Seongheon, the Hwasan Sect Leader and Maehwa Ilgeom, had awakened.
The old man who had nearly died after consuming poison—he had awakened.
At that news, the Hwasan Sect was thrown into upheaval.
The Physician had said it was impossible to gauge whether he would ever wake.
Yet Seongheon had awakened, defying such pessimistic predictions.
“Sect Leader…!”
“Sect Leader, are you truly well?”
“…This cannot be…!”
Everyone had gathered there with astonished eyes.
I too had arrived at this place with Yeo Hyeok, pushing through the crowd to move forward.
“Wait a moment.”
“What? The Three Disciples clearly said not to come… oof!”
As I forced my way through, someone who had been pushed aside began to protest.
“Wol-hyeop…!”
Upon recognizing me, they froze in place. Then, seeing me, those around them quickly cleared a path.
This is why reputation is so valuable. Indeed, excellence opens all doors.
I pushed through the gap and advanced.
Pressing forward with difficulty, Seongheon finally came into view beyond the crowd.
The Physician stood at a loss. He needed to examine Seongheon but could not.
The reason was simple.
“…Hehe.”
Someone was holding Seongheon in a tight embrace.
Because of this, Seongheon let out a hearty laugh, and the one embracing him was—
‘Yoo Yeon.’
Yoo Yeon. It was her.
Though her face remained hidden, she trembled ever so slightly while holding Seongheon tightly in her embrace.
“….”
Watching her like that, I scratched my cheek.
Should I come back later instead?
Just as that thought crossed my mind.
“You’ve arrived.”
Seongheon spoke, looking at me.
“…Ah, yes. I heard you had awakened.”
“Hehehehe. This old man was quite fortunate.”
“….”
“I heard much transpired while I was unconscious, and that you provided tremendous aid.”
“No, that’s…. Well….”
I had done something truly massive. It was no joke, really.
But I couldn’t say that aloud, so I simply remained silent.
“How is your health, sir?”
“Quite vigorous indeed.”
Tsk tsk tsk. As he spoke with confident laughter, those around us exhaled sighs of relief.
“….”
Watching that, I narrowed my eyes.
Vigorous?
‘That’s absurd.’
I couldn’t be deceived, even if others could be.
I gazed at the vital essence flowing from Seongheon’s shoulders.
That was.
‘The aura of life itself.’
It was the energy possessed by the living.
And the fact that it flowed visibly like this meant.
‘…Not much time remained.’
Seongheon’s lifespan was truly running short.
At most, just a few days. That was the extent of his remaining fate.
This awakening was ultimately.
‘A final flare.’
The burning of his last ember.

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