The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 352

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 352
“You sensed my presence.”
A blade rested against my throat. The air had turned bitterly cold. An endless figure cloaked in darkness.
Draped entirely in black cloth with a voice so neutral that no gender could be discerned.
“….”
I stared at my opponent, my eyes trembling.
What could I even say? The inability to see anything made this all the more unsettling.
Any attempt to probe further would be perilous.
[It’s Amjeon.]
Yoo Cheon-gil revealed the identity. Though I hadn’t heard it, I already knew.
Amjeon.
Master of shadows and supreme among assassins.
That lethal and menacing presence now stood before me.
Threatening my very life.
‘Why?’
Why was he here?
Had I done something wrong? What could I have possibly done to warrant such treatment from Amjeon?
I tried to comprehend the situation, but it proved difficult. Nothing came to mind.
So what should I do?
‘First.’
I needed to talk.
To dispel this danger.
“Who are you?”
I asked for his identity first. My voice trembled subtly—a calculated display of fear.
“….”
The figure who heard my question gave no response. So I waited in silence for an answer to come.
Then.
Shwip.
The blade’s edge withdrew slightly. Amjeon had reacted, albeit slowly.
Amjeon took a step back, then spoke to me.
“Playing coy with your tongue when you already know, I see.”
“….”
“Isn’t that so?”
Two questions meant no denial. A chill ran down my spine. This was dangerous.
“…How could the Master of Shadows possibly seek out someone as insignificant as myself?”
I confessed that I knew his identity.
“Insignificant? Yet you’ve been quite the nuisance.”
“It was not by choice.”
As I spoke, I surveyed my surroundings. Nothing had changed. Everything was identical to before I left and after my return.
This meant Amjeon had entered without disturbing anything.
“Perhaps you’ve come to kill me?”
The fact that Amjeon sought me out—could it mean that after Maehua Daeju, I’ve become someone worth eliminating? I posed the question with such thoughts, but.
“Not yet.”
Amjeon spoke plainly. That made it all the more terrifying. “Not yet” meant that someday, it could very well happen.
“….”
“Tell me. How did you sense me?”
He asked as though genuinely curious. I needed to think carefully here.
That word—sensed. Was it a problem that I hesitated when he entered, or was it something else?
‘Did I sense that it was Amjeon who killed Maehua Daeju?’
I had to understand this correctly.
My deliberation was brief. There was no need to think long.
The mere fact that Amjeon had come to find me here was already enough to understand everything.
“…Are you saying it was you, Senior, who eliminated Maehua Daeju?”
“Yes.”
It was the correct answer.
Of course it was. There was no other reason for him to come here.
The problem was.
‘How?’
How did he know that I had sensed it?
‘Was he watching?’
Could he have been observing my conversation with Yeo Hyeok? There was no other way to know.
‘This is terrifying.’
A being with his face completely concealed, capable of killing his opponent at any moment.
That reality was utterly chilling.
“I left no clues to be discovered. Yet you noticed. How did you manage it?”
Drip, drip.
Cold sweat ran down my skin.
Why was this happening?
‘What is this?’
Amjeon held no weapon. Yet it felt as though blades were pointed at me from all directions.
It was as if someone had seized my heart, and a dagger had crept all the way to my throat.
‘If I hesitate, I die.’
I understood instinctively. This wasn’t mere intuition. It was as though death itself had approached to warn me.
I couldn’t afford to speak slowly.
So I spoke.
“My Mentor taught me.”
[Again?]
Yoo Cheon-gil reacted as though bewildered. He let out a hollow breath, as though I was selling him out as expected, but.
‘What else can I do? I need to survive first.’
To survive, I had to sell anything, and fortunately, I had trust as my ally.
“My mentor….”
At those words, Amjeon’s robes flutter. The black entity moved as if shadow itself had transformed into smoke.
“The Sword Saint taught you such things.”
“…Yes. That situation where Maehua Daeju died. My mentor taught me that only Amjeon could create such circumstances and conditions.”
“The Sword Saint wouldn’t be so forthcoming. Especially.”
Crack.
My back trembles.
“When it concerns someone he wished dead more than anyone else.”
“….”
What is he talking about now.
Amjeon wanted to kill Yoo Cheon-gil? Ah, was it because of that thing he supposedly stole?
Then I might just die here. A chilling thought was forming when.
“Even so, there is a contradiction.”
Amjeon continues to question me.
“The method of disposal has no flaws. What did you see and sense?”
He asks about Maehua Daeju’s death. What is the sense of incongruity there.
The wound from biting his wrist? Maehua Daeju’s sudden death?
The inexplicable state of the corpse in the prison?
I could point to all of it, but from my perspective, such things lack persuasiveness before Amjeon now.
Then.
“The space between the brows.”
“….”
“…I discerned it by observing the space between the brows.”
I had planted bait—something only I could perceive.
And.
“Ha.”
Fortunately, Amjeon reacted to this.
“…You….”
But.
“What is your identity.”
Crack—!
“Gasp!”
Rather violently.
“You saw that? A mere wretch like you?”
“…Ugh….”
A slender arm shot forward, seizing my throat.
The space between the brows.
At those words, Amjeon reacts harshly.
‘…As expected.’
I had identified something that felt distinctly wrong.
The spiritual mark upon my brow. It existed where no trace should have been.
Moreover, since Yoo Cheon-gil had mentioned that Amjeon killed Maehua Daeju.
I was aware that Amjeon had done something.
I simply didn’t know what it was.
“You can sense that? Merely you?”
“…Ugh….”
“You have not reached it. How could you have seen it?”
Reached.
Reached where? Questions followed, but I didn’t delve into that matter.
“…Even without reaching it, I can see it. Because that is what my Mentor desired.”
“….”
Selling out Yoo Cheon-gil. This was the best method.
“…Did he give you the ability to see something?”
What could I see? The spiritual mark? Or something else entirely?
All I could see was the spiritual mark.
“…Yes.”
It didn’t matter. What was important was making Amjeon aware that I could perceive something.
“So that cunning wretch finally devised it.”
Discomfort bloomed in Amjeon’s voice.
[Hmm….]
Hearing this, Yoo Cheon-gil nodded slightly.
With a soft thud, strength drained from his grip and I fell to my knees.
“Cough! Hack!”
I spat out a dry cough.
“Whether I can believe your words or not remains uncertain… but I shall overlook it for now.”
Amjeon spoke.
“Yes….”
At those words, I lifted my head to look at him.
Had I survived? Such a thought brushed across my mind.
With a soft sound.
A letter fell before me.
What is this?
“It is a letter sent to you by the one who commissioned this.”
“…The commissioner? You mean the commissioner….”
“The one who requested the disposal of Maehua Daeju.”
“….”
“The commission ends with his disposal and delivering this to you. My work is complete.”
My brow furrowed. Did that mean Maehua Daeju’s death and my affairs were somehow entangled?
“Who sent this….”
Who could have sent this to me? I tried to ask, but.
“It’s done. Please.”
Amjeon spoke as he withdrew from me, all lingering attachment seemingly gone.
“I hope you never see me again.”
Whoooosh—!!
“….”
Having satisfied his curiosity, he vanished right before my eyes. Like smoke gently dispersing into the air.
“…What….”
I grasped my throbbing throat. It still ached.
‘Did I survive?’
Amjeon had truly left, hadn’t he? I tried to calm my racing heart.
‘This was the closest I’ve come to death….’
A Celestial Demon-class monster was indeed on a different level.
What would happen if I reached the absolute peak? Yet creatures like that still existed.
‘…This world is truly a dog’s hell.’
It wouldn’t let me grow complacent just because I’d become slightly stronger.
This wretched world was unbearable.
“Haaah….”
I exhaled in relief at having survived. At the same time, I looked toward Yoo Cheon-gil.
[He’s gone. I can’t sense him anymore.]
Yoo Cheon-gil confirmed that Amjeon had completely vanished, but I didn’t lower my guard.
‘…Just like with Gwima.’
It seemed there were limits to what Yoo Cheon-gil could perceive.
It would be wise not to blindly trust his senses going forward.
“…So….”
Setting aside my aching throat, I examined the letter Amjeon had left behind.
“What is this….”
Who had sent this to me? The one who’d ordered the death of Maehua Daeju, was it?
Why would such a person send me this….
“Huh?”
Driven by curiosity, I unfolded the letter.
Upon seeing it, my body froze in place.
The sender of the letter.
The seal affixed to it.
Even the first line of the letter.
[Our youngest.]
“….”
Our youngest.
That familiar phrase.
Upon seeing this, I understood.
The owner of this letter was.
“…Elder brother?”
Astonishingly, it was indeed my elder brother.
Bangga’s infamous first-born rogue, no less.

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Caw.
Caw.
A black crow cried ominously. Perched upon withered branches, it wailed as though enduring the pangs of starvation.
A place devoid of any vitality.
Whoosh.
Hisss.
A location that would repel anyone, where none wished to linger.
Yet a young man stood in such a place.
“….”
The young man opened his eyes, which had been closed.
Crimson eyes blazed with vivid luminescence.
끼이이이이이이—!!!
In that instant, a tearing sound erupted from the surroundings.
Flutterflutterflutter—!!!
Birds took flight as the young man’s shadow thrashed about wildly.
Though there was clearly only one person, his shadow appeared strangely as though countless figures had converged into one.
A grotesque phenomenon. The young man turned to glance behind him.
There sat someone, head bowed.
“I pay my respects to the Young Master.”
A woman wearing a veil. Upon seeing her, the young man spoke.
“Muwi.”
“…I apologize for seeking you out in this manner.”
“What is the matter?”
The woman called Muwi lifted her head slightly. The veil fluttered, yet her face remained hidden.
“It appears a problem has arisen with the tasks entrusted to Gwima and Taema.”
“….”
Upon hearing this, the young man’s brow furrowed.
A problem, you say?
“Gwima is one thing. But Taema as well?”
“…Yes, that is so.”
“….”
끼이이이이이이이—!!!
The wail grew louder. This was a sound only the young man could hear.
“How peculiar….”
What could possibly go wrong?
The matters in Seomseo must already be concluded.
‘Gwima, well, I suppose that’s acceptable.’
Taema.
“Is Taema coming?”
“…Yes, she is.”
“Then I shall have to hear what she has to say when she arrives.”
Whether I punish her or do anything else—that would come after.
“How are matters progressing with Pama?”
“Smoothly.”
“Good. At least that’s fortunate.”
The most crucial matter was already nearing completion from the start.
There was no need to concern myself with the affairs of Taema or Gwima.
It was while I thought this.
“And, the plum blossom of Hwasan has fallen.”
“Ho.”
The Young Man laughed at the woman’s words.
The plum blossom had fallen.
“The old monster is dead.”
It meant the death of Maehwa Ilgeom.
“Is it time then?”
Then the moment had arrived.
Twisted things could be straightened and blocked once more.
Now that I had achieved the most important thing, all was complete.
The Young Man spoke with such conviction.
“Send a letter to Cheon Rijin-an in Hannam.”
Now, at last.
“Tell him that the new master of the Demonic Cult shall visit him formally this time.”
Truly, the night was beginning to move.

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