The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 355

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 355
Right after receiving the Plum Blossom Seal, I found the carriage again.
Since all preparations were already complete, there was nothing left to do.
“Should we leave now?”
The moment I arrived, Cheonhye-in asked me the question.
Hearing that, I nodded.
“Yes. Let’s go.”
I spoke while tucking the Plum Blossom Seal into my robes.
We had acquired an additional carriage. Along with the original one carrying provisions, we obtained a separate carriage for transporting valuables.
Inside, I had placed Yoo Cheon-gil’s legacy and several other items. Sochul Daeju would personally oversee the escort of this carriage.
That would be the safest approach. Of course, unofficially, the Sword Emperor would also be stationed nearby.
“Bangseong-yeon.”
While inspecting the carriage, Do-hyeong approached.
“How is your body?”
“My body is always fine, as always.”
I answered while observing the area around Do-hyeong. I could still see the light circling around him.
“…Fine, then.”
Do-hyeong looked at me with a somewhat skeptical expression. Why did he have that look when I was truly fine?
Or was I not actually fine?
‘Since my realm has advanced and all my wounds have healed, I should be fine.’
Tap, tap. Do-hyeong patted my shoulder and boarded the carriage. Cheon Euijin followed and bowed his head.
“Why am I….”
A groan came from the direction of the coachman.
Looking over, it was Dok-ryong. He sat on the driver’s seat with a disgruntled expression.
That’s right. We needed one more carriage driver.
I had assigned Dok-ryong to the task.
“Why….”
Why must he, a bloodline of a noble clan, drive a carriage?
He was venting his bitter sentiments about this matter.
“Stop complaining. Just do as you’re told.”
“….”
At my words, Dok-ryong fell silent. If he didn’t like it, he could leave. There were no other options.
Even as Dok-ryong ground his teeth, he gripped the reins. He had done well the last time I tried him at this.
Creak.
After having everyone board the carriages, I surveyed the surroundings. Hwasan with its fallen leaves came into view. Disciples stood all around watching us.
Many gazes carried emotion in them. As I was looking at each one,
Poke, poke.
Someone approached and jabbed my arm. It was Yoo Yeon.
“Ah, you came.”
“….”
Yoo Yeon nodded. She had agreed to accompany me on this journey to Hanam. It was because of the dying wish Seongheon left behind—to bring Yoo Yeon directly to retrieve the Black Robe. This journey was for that purpose.
“Get in.”
Just get in for now. At my words, Yoo Yeon stared at me instead of responding. What? Why wasn’t she getting in and just staring?
“What? Do you have something to say?”
She shook her head at that. Instead, she just fidgeted awkwardly, her fingers trembling.
What was she really doing?
I looked at her in confusion.
Suddenly—
She grasped the tips of my fingers. What was this?
She wasn’t gripping my hand fully, just the very tips of my fingers. Then she shook them a few times.
“…Why are you doing this? Is there something on my hand?”
Was she trying to wipe something off? If she was going to wipe it, why was she wiping it on my clothes instead of hers?
I looked at her in bewilderment.
Then—
She released the hand she’d been holding.
After that, she simply boarded the carriage. What was that…? Was I mistaken?
The expression on her face as she walked toward the carriage almost looked like she was smiling.
“What?”
Why was she acting so strangely? I flicked my fingers to brush it off.
Had everyone boarded? While I was thinking that—
‘…Right.’
There was still one important matter remaining.
‘What about Gwima?’
I needed to meet with Gwima. Should I make time before departing? Or—
‘Should I just move?’
Even if I left like this, wouldn’t Gwima figure it out on his own? If he needed me, he would show some reaction. If he’s someone who can easily come and go from Hwasan, then he would know that I’m about to move.
‘That would be better.’
Rather than wasting more time here, it was right to move forward. With that judgment, I was about to board the carriage when—
“Are you boarding now?”
A voice came from beside me. Right next to me. I instinctively shifted my gaze.
A woman I’d never seen before was smiling at me.
She had a kind impression and was quite a beautiful woman.
“Who are you?”
Who was she? I’d truly never seen this face before.
As I narrowed my gaze and looked at her, she smiled with an exceptionally bright expression.
“I’ve really wanted to see you.”
“…”
She spoke words I couldn’t understand. What did she want to see?
“Do we know each other?”
As I spoke, I examined her. She wasn’t wearing Hwasan’s martial robes. She wore black martial attire—simple clothes with no distinctive features.
Who could it be?
Who is it?
As I pondered this question.
“We know each other.”
The woman spoke.
-Because you are the Heaven I respect most.
“….”
Chills ran down my spine at the transmitted voice that followed. The voice had become disturbingly familiar.
‘…Gwima?’
Could the woman before me actually be Gwima? This woman was Gwima?
‘…What is this?’
A disguise technique? I’d never heard of or seen disguise mastery of this caliber. To transform into an entirely different gender with such flawless execution?
-I thought this appearance would be more comfortable for you to be with, so I prepared it.
-Does it please you?
I wasn’t sure what “pleasing” meant in this context, but it was certainly shocking.
It truly was Gwima. That ominous man now appeared as an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
While observing the appearance, I glanced sideways toward the carriage.
Sochul Daeju and the Sword Emperor.
Their location. They still seemed unaware of Gwima’s presence. Just like before.
‘Gwima is.’
Capable of concealing himself even from Celestial Demon-class martial artists.
Whether he employed some technique to prevent his approach from being sensed or possessed infiltration skills of the highest order, it seemed possible.
[This… ah.]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice wavered. It was because Gwima had appeared. This too confirmed that the woman was indeed Gwima.
‘So.’
Gwima’s intention now was.
‘…To stay with me in this form?’
He had made clear his intention to travel with me while maintaining this female appearance.
“….”
I regarded Gwima quietly.
At my gaze, Gwima laughed again. The disguise was remarkably beautiful. How could a transformation technique achieve this? No matter how many times I looked, it remained astonishing.
“Wol-hyeop…!”
Yeo Hyeok appeared.
“It seems this is our last moment, so I came to bid farewell… hm?”
Yeo Hyeok, who had been speaking, faltered. He had seen Gwima beside me. Had he noticed something? His reaction suggested… exactly that.
“This… who might this beautiful lady be?”
Ah, so that wasn’t it.
‘He’s simply smitten.’
I nearly sighed at Yeo Hyeok’s flushed face.
Right… even a Taoist is still a man.
Though I suppose that would mean I’d have to fall for a man instead.
“…How can something be so beautiful….”
Gwima’s face was beyond such trivial concerns.
Yeo Hyeok stared at Gwima with startled eyes.
“What are you looking at?”
Gwima spoke to Yeo Hyeok with eyes as cold as winter frost.
“Ah, no… I… My apologies.”
“Hmph.”
He responded with refreshing indifference. Knowing the truth, I felt increasingly uncomfortable.
“…Well.”
How should I introduce him? I couldn’t afford to deliberate long, so the words tumbled out quickly.
“…An attendant.”
“An attendant? An attendant, you say? Since when….”
“My schedule has been rather tight, so I hired someone. I plan to have him accompany me starting this journey.”
“Ah….”
His disappointment was plain to see. What else could he be if not an attendant? What did you expect?
‘…An attendant, then.’
I’d made my excuse, but I had no idea how this would play out.
Could I really take Gwima on as an attendant just like that? More importantly, would Gwima even accept it? Just as that doubt crossed my mind—
-To serve the Heavens… My heart trembles with joy.
“….”
It seemed I didn’t need to worry about that side of things.

* * *
Contrary to my worries, employing Gwima proved far less complicated than anticipated. Perhaps it was because I claimed to have hired him. People didn’t question it much.
Or did they?
It wasn’t really my words that mattered.
“I’m Pi Yeon-so, sent from the Gyeongryong Trading Company. I’m honored to be employed.”
What truly mattered was how meticulously Gwima had prepared his alias and background credentials.
This man seemed to have already anticipated that I would make him my servant.
Or perhaps.
‘He prepared multiple scenarios to accept whatever I might say.’
If that were the case, he would be a truly terrifying individual.
‘Tsk.’
A servant’s guild.
They said it was a place centered around the Gyeongryong Trading Company, where people were hired as servants.
It was a place that actually existed.
When I mentioned I’d hired him for upcoming arrangements, people nodded in acceptance.
I had been prepared to push through even if they didn’t believe me. Why were they accepting it so easily?
As such questions arose, Cheonhye-in spoke to me.
“You’ll handle it well anyway. Do as you please.”
“….”
Her words stung a bit. The aftertaste felt particularly bitter.
Did she mean I’d do whatever I wanted anyway? I couldn’t deny it. There were things I had already done.
In any case.
That was how Gwima came to be known as Pi Yeon-so.
And time passed like that.
But.
‘Why is he so good at this?’
Gwima performed far better than I expected. A true jack-of-all-trades, one might say. Beyond cooking, he managed ingredients and handled all manner of tasks flawlessly. His work was impeccable and without flaw.
He was so meticulous, as if he’d spent his entire life as a servant and doing other work. His mere presence transformed the quality of our journey.
Even that sharp-tongued Cheonhye-in praised him as a remarkable person.
Though her reaction would surely differ if she knew his interior was that of a man in his fifties wearing a young face.
‘If there’s one problem.’
[…Tsk….]
Conversations with Yoo Cheon-gil had become difficult. With Gwima present, my exchanges with Yoo Cheon-gil kept getting interrupted.
We could only speak at a certain distance apart. I would need to find a way around this. Of course, the absence of that noisy old man’s voice was something of a benefit.
[Tsk… This… Bastard….]
I could barely hear his curses anymore.
As time passed considerably with Gwima’s arrival, the seasons began to shift.
“…We’ve arrived.”
We had returned to Hanam, where we originally departed from.
More specifically, we had returned to the Martial Arts Alliance.

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Upon arriving at the Alliance, I hadn’t even properly unpacked my belongings.
The moment word spread that I had arrived, people appeared.
“Allow us to escort you.”
Though they called it an escort, they practically dragged me along. Naturally, our destination was Cheon Rijin-an’s quarters.
“You’ve come.”
“…Have you been well all this time?”
At my words, Cheon Rijin-an stared at me intently.
“Do I look it?”
“No.”
Indeed, I didn’t. Anyone could see exhaustion etched across his face.
“It seems you’ve been through much.”
“It was ordinary. Rather, it appears you’ve accomplished a great deal during this time.”
“…It just happened that way.”
I shrugged my shoulders. We didn’t exchange elaborate courtesies with each other.
There was no need for such formalities between us.
“I see.”
Setting aside the letter, Cheon Rijin-an asked me a question.
“Have you brought a way to save Shin Chang?”
“….”
With Physician Uiseon dead, did I truly bring a method?
At that question, I fell silent for a moment before answering.
“Yes.”
“….”
Cheon Rijin-an’s eyebrows trembled.
A method.
It existed.
Hope that should have vanished the moment Physician Uiseon died—yet remarkably, there was precisely one possibility. Though I couldn’t be certain of it, it was the only method that seemed viable.
“I will heal him myself.”
“…What?”
Upon hearing my words, Cheon Rijin-an’s expression contorted.

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