The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 353

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 353
The Bang Clan had two famous scoundrels.
Originally there were three, but one passed away when the previous Lord of the Clan died.
So now it was accurate to say there were two.
The first scoundrel was naturally the current Lord of the Clan, Bang Cheon-ho.
My father.
Already famous throughout Yooryeong, he was a man who used his handsome face as a calling card, flirting shamelessly with women and their skirts wherever he went.
There was nothing to say about it. He was a father too shameful to present to anyone.
And the second one was.
‘…My older brother.’
The first son of the Bang Clan of Yooryeong and the Younger Master.
In my assessment.
‘Worse than Father.’
If you measured the grade of scoundrels, he was a madman several times more depraved than my father.
An upper-tier hooligan and wastrel.
No matter how many adjectives you attached to him, they could never truly capture his essence.
‘Father’s problem is his affairs with women.’
But this man’s vice was gambling.
It was fair to say that all the clan’s weakened finances, the pillars being stripped bare and consumed again and again, were because of this rotting bastard.
‘…The reason I consumed small noodles so frantically was because of that son of a bitch.’
The reason why a place once called a prestigious family was so impoverished.
Some of it was due to the scandals Father caused, but ultimately.
‘It was mostly because of my brother.’
The Younger Master of the Bang Clan of Yooryeong.
Because of the gambling debts that man had racked up.
A man who lived obsessed with gambling and died living for gambling.
Someone who was of no help whatsoever in life.
The primary reason I had wanted to escape and live away from the clan.
That was my older brother.
‘Why?’
How could it be.
‘Why is this bastard appearing here?’
Why would such a damned man suddenly pop up in this letter.
I was bewildered. This was the most bewildering thing I had experienced recently.
The appearance of the Demonic Cult.
The appearance of Patcheon Gung.
The appearance of the Heretics.
And beyond that, the Celestial Demon, Gwima, Taema, and Amjeon.
I had experienced absurd things, but this surpassed them all.
‘…How?’
[Our little sister.]
It was something my brother always said. Despite being a reckless fool, he had a tender side.
[Surprised? I thought you would be.]
The handwriting on the letter was familiar. It was definitely my brother’s script.
[I couldn’t visit in person due to other matters, so I’m sending this letter instead. I hear you’re involved in various things. Be careful.]
“….”
He spoke as if he’d entrusted Amjeon with delivering the letter like some common courier.
Was he truly insane?
‘How does this man even know about Amjeon?’
He’d used Amjeon—whose identity no one knew—as a delivery boy.
And it was my brother who’d commissioned the assassination of Maehua Daeju?
‘…What? How did this happen?’
I genuinely couldn’t comprehend the situation. My mind, which had been functioning, now felt completely blocked.
[There will be much you don’t understand.]
[Don’t worry. Who am I? I’m Bang Yoo-sung of the realm.]
Even his ridiculous self-confidence irritated me. I could vividly picture his expression and tone as he wrote.
[I’ll come soon. Wait for me.]
After reading the final line, I folded the letter.
‘…He’s coming?’
What was he coming for? His words about visiting had frightened me.
‘Don’t come.’
Please, don’t come.
Nothing had ever been resolved when my brother arrived. He only caused more chaos.
Those hellish days came flooding back. I wished Amjeon and everything else had never shown up.
‘Just stay holed up at home.’
Since he was rarely home anyway, I just hoped he’d stay out of my sight.
“…Ugh….”
My head throbbed. My father, my brother, my sister—all of them.
‘This damned family….’
Not a single normal person among them. Why did they all have to make my life so difficult?
Crackle.
I folded the letter.
“Sigh….”
I’d already memorized the contents, so that was enough….
‘What mattered.’
Was that there was no explanation for why my brother had gotten involved in this matter.
He’d left out everything necessary.
Did he really call this a letter?
I steadied my quickening breath.
Then.
[I felt it last time too.]
Yoo Cheon-gil speaks to me.
[What kind of household has this become?]
“….”
He speaks with genuine curiosity. Hearing that, I let out a sigh and replied.
“…You’re telling me. I couldn’t agree more.”
I was going mad from the strangeness of it all.
But.
Even this alone was absurd enough to drive me insane.
The real problem erupted the very next day.

* * *
I spent the night without proper sleep.
With Amjeon leaving like that, sleep did not come easily. My heart trembled, and thoughts of the letter kept sleep at bay.
So I spent the night with eyes forced open.
“…Elder Jin is dead?”
A greater incident erupted overnight.
It was the kind of event that would bring even more turmoil to the already turbulent Hwasan Sect.
Not only had Maehua Daeju died, but several of the Elders had perished as well.
It was something that should never happen within Hwasan.
When I rushed to investigate, I could grasp the situation.
‘This is.’
My eyes narrowed the moment I saw it.
Two old men lay dead in one place. But.
‘…It’s the same as before.’
The death of Maehua Daeju. It bore a striking resemblance to that. Which meant.
‘This is also Amjeon’s doing.’
Whether it was done after leaving my quarters or before, the deaths of the Elders were also Amjeon’s work.
Which meant.
‘This is also my brother’s….’
Since my brother was the one who commissioned Amjeon, this incident was also my brother’s involvement.
Moreover.
‘He didn’t just kill them.’
What puzzled me most.
‘They were all traitors.’
The traitors from Patcheon-gung that I was planning to purge anyway.
Elders who had received Patcheon-gung’s influence.
I had even made plans on how to handle them, yet he kills them like this?
‘Again. There’s a spiritual mark on their brows.’
Looking at their condition, I was certain.
Amjeon had killed them, and he had systematically eliminated the conspirators.
Moreover.
“Suicide again…?”
“There were suicide notes. Expressing remorse for their crimes and asking for forgiveness….”
“…Even the Elders…. You’re saying it really happened that way?”
It wasn’t simply murder—it was assassination disguised as suicide.
Somehow he had forged the handwriting and left suicide notes to cover his tracks.
Notes expressing remorse for their actions as conspirators.
‘…This is truly unsettling.’
He had left no traces that an ordinary person would notice.
He had made it look exactly as if they had taken their own lives.
So perfectly. In fact.
‘The Elders were masters too.’
The Elders of Hwasan. Not just anyone, but masters of the Gupaibang, yet he had eliminated them in such a manner and vanished without a trace.
It made me reconsider the nature of Amjeon’s existence.
‘…And.’
If his only target had been Maehua Daeju, I might have suspected a personal grudge or something else.
‘But the fact that he eliminated the Elders as well.’
It seemed more likely that his purpose was to eliminate the conspirators.
‘Why?’
How did my brother do this? Why?
What did my brother know that made him use Amjeon?
“Wol-hyeop.”
I turned my head at the voice. It was Yeo Hyeok.
“…Are you alright? Your expression doesn’t look good.”
“…Ah, I’m fine. I just have much to think about. And you—are you doing well?”
“…I’m managing.”
His expression showed he was anything but fine. Of course not. The moment when it became clear that even the Elders had been conspirators.
‘It’s better not to mention that Amjeon appeared.’
If I revealed that this was Amjeon’s doing, Hwasan would be thrown into chaos.
‘My life would be in danger too.’
Just as Yoo Cheon-gil had warned, my life would surely be placed in peril.
‘Gulp.’
I held back a gulp. I was swallowing dryly.
“Pardon me.”
Someone appeared near Yeo Hyeok. He appeared to be a Hwasan Disciple.
“…The First Elder wishes to see you, Wol-hyeop.”
Hearing this, I nodded. It was something I had anticipated.

* * *
In the wake of the Elders’ deaths, I arrived at the grandest hall at the heart of Hwasan Sect.
It was originally where Jang Moonin had resided, and it should have been an empty space by now.
“Welcome.”
“Forgive my intrusion.”
Yet someone sat there—an elderly man with a deeply melancholic expression and a frailty that seemed to drain him of strength.
“I am Seong-yun, acting proxy for Jang Moonin.”
Originally the First Elder. He was the one who had always stood beside Seongheon whenever matters arose in Hwasan, and he had seemed the most taciturn of all the figures.
He was now serving as acting proxy for Jang Moonin.
“I apologize for summoning you when you must be so occupied.”
“Not at all.”
At my response, Seong-yun offered a bitter smile.
“…We would not be remiss to hold a festival in honor of our benefactor, yet Hwasan’s circumstances are far from favorable.”
“I understand. A festival would be entirely inappropriate.”
A festival? Where would we find the capacity for such a thing?
‘So many have died.’
Jang Moonin had passed, and two Elders had fallen as well.
Even Maehua Daeju, who had seemed like a successor, was dead.
Hwasan had been shaken to its very foundations. To hold a festival now? It was unthinkable.
“You need not concern yourself. The stability of Hwasan is what matters most now.”
“…I am grateful for your consideration.”
“Not at all. But I understand you sought me out.”
“Indeed.”
Seong-yun slid something across toward me.
“…I came to deliver what was entrusted to me according to Jang Moonin’s final words.”
“…”
I examined what lay before me. I gazed at the box and carefully opened it.
A pristine white cloak. It was the legacy Yoo Cheon-gil had left behind and the very object I had sought to obtain here.
“Is this the item you sought?”
“Yes. This is what I was looking for. Thank you.”
I closed the box and took it. Simultaneously, Seong-yun revealed something else.
“I did not open it.”
A box wrapped neatly in cloth. The moment I saw it, my eyes narrowed.
A fragrant aura made me pause involuntarily. It was a sensation I had felt before.
It seemed to be the spirit pill that Seongheon had promised to give me.
‘He truly did not open it.’
I looked at Seong-yun.
Seong-yun gazed at the box as though he knew nothing, yet he would certainly know what lay within.
How could he not? An aura as potent as this could not be ordinary.
Yet he made no pretense of knowing.
“Is this also mine?”
“Indeed. It is what Jang Moonin left behind.”
“…Thank you.”
I cradled the small box in my arms.
In that moment.
Whoosh.
Seong-yun lowered his head.
“I offer my gratitude once more to Hwasan’s benefactor.”
“…!”
“I wish I could offer something greater, but the shaken roots leave me with nothing to give my benefactor.”
“That is not so. How can you say such things?”
“Thank you.”
Even as I tried to stop him, Seong-yun continued to express his gratitude to me.
“…Thank you…”
“…”
The first words were clear.
The second apology was tinged with sorrow.
Vague emotions intersected within me.
I could understand somewhat why he had become Jang Moonin’s successor.
‘…This is troublesome.’
I felt myself becoming somewhat concerned about Hwasan’s future.
Though I could not know if this was Seongheon’s intention.

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