The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 362

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 362
Shin Chang smiles beneath the rising sunlight.
His expressionless face lifted at the corners of his mouth. It was an unfamiliar expression.
The mere fact that he was smiling made it so.
As I quietly found myself studying his face without realizing it.
Creak.
The door to the room opens. The one who entered without a sound was Cheon Rijin-an.
“…Huh.”
The moment he entered, he let out a hollow breath. Upon seeing me and Shin Chang, his expression turned blank.
Shin Chang speaks upon seeing him.
“You’ve come.”
“…League Leader.”
“Good morning.”
“What?”
At Shin Chang’s words, Cheon Rijin-an’s brow furrows. His face showed he hadn’t comprehended what he’d just heard.
It was because the words Shin Chang had spoken were far too strange for this world.
“…How is your body?”
“It’s fine.”
“It can’t be fine?”
The wounds are still there. The Evil Instrument seems to have disappeared, but the wounds it created remained.
However.
‘It should be fine now.’
I’ve removed everything causing adverse effects, and looking at his body.
‘Medical treatment alone will suffice.’
Even with Seongheon’s knowledge, there appear to be no major issues. He simply needs a considerable period of rest.
“If your body is fine, that’s a relief… What are you doing?”
Before he could finish speaking, Shin Chang rose to his feet.
He casually unwraps the bandages. The unhealed wounds are laid bare.
“League Leader. I asked what you’re doing right now.”
“Now that I’m awake, I should attend to matters. There must be accumulated work, no?”
“Are you insane?”
Work in that condition? Cheon Rijin-an’s face clearly crumples.
“What work. I’ve already handled most of it.”
“You’ve worked hard.”
“That’s what you say now…!”
“You’ve labored greatly.”
“Sigh.”
At Shin Chang’s words, Cheon Rijin-an exhales in exasperation. It was evident from his expression. This man wouldn’t listen no matter what was said.
“…The moment you regain your senses, you’re going to work like this?”
“I’ve rested too long.”
“That wouldn’t be called resting. It would be more accurate to say he collapsed.”
“I’ll have a summary of everything that’s happened compiled and submitted.”
Shin Chang moved to leave. His demeanor made it clear he wouldn’t accept any objections.
“You crazy bastard.”
Before Cheon Rijin-an could finish cursing, Shin Chang turned his back—and our eyes met.
“Thank you.”
“….”
Those casually spoken words carried surprising weight beneath them.
I scratched the back of my head at his words.
‘He shouldn’t be able to remember.’
The current Shin Chang shouldn’t remember anything. I had made certain to clean everything away properly.
‘Is he thanking me for the treatment?’
But he shouldn’t even know I’d treated him.
“…What are you referring to, sir?”
I asked carefully. Shin Chang simply stared at me quietly.
“Indeed. What could it be? I’m not sure myself.”
He spoke briefly, then turned his back again. Shin Chang continued walking.
“….”
I remained still, watching his departing figure.
Had he thanked me without knowing why?
It seemed fragments of memory lingered within him after all.
‘How curious.’
He was remembering things he shouldn’t have been able to recall.
Perhaps it was because Shin Chang was such a formidable martial artist. Or perhaps.
‘She had been such a significant presence to him.’
I wasn’t certain.
Either way, it was certainly remarkable.
As I stood there blankly watching Shin Chang depart,
“Is the treatment truly complete?”
Cheon Rijin-an asked.
“…Ah, yes. There are still physical aspects remaining, but I’ve treated the important parts.”
“…Physical aspects remain, so what exactly did you treat?”
Cheon Rijin-an asked, clearly confused.
“Well…. Lingering attachments?”
“What?”
“I treated what was preventing him from waking. There was a significant knot of emotion inside him.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Just saying the treatment went well, sir.”
“….”
Cheon Rijin-an made an odd expression. He clearly didn’t like my explanation. But what could I do? It was the best explanation I could offer.
‘…In the midst of all this, what do I do about that?’
My gaze drifted sideways toward the box beside me.
I’d prepared the divine elixir but never used it. What should I do with it?
It weighed on my mind, though subtly.
‘In any case…’
Shin Chang’s treatment had come to an end.
His back, now appearing lighter than before.
It was proof of that.

* * *
Several days had passed since returning to the Alliance.
The moment Shin Chang regained consciousness, he immediately focused on the League Leader’s duties.
The cracks that had formed from the League Leader’s absence were mostly resolved by Shin Chang’s appearance.
It was enough simply to prove that the current pillar remained intact.
However.
‘I intend to step down from the League Leader position starting next year.’
Shin Chang made a shocking announcement—that he would no longer serve as League Leader after this year.
The Martial Arts Alliance was thrown into turmoil.
How could it not be? The Celestial Demon, who had sustained the Martial Arts Alliance since the Sword Saint’s time, was stepping down from the League Leader position.
Moreover.
‘Hwasan’s greatest plum blossom has fallen.’
With the death of Maehwa Ilgeom Seongheon added to this, it seemed a massive typhoon was sweeping through the Martial Arts Alliance.
If Shin Chang steps down from the League Leader position, who should become the next League Leader?
Since the next candidate being discussed, the Celestial Demon Maehwa Ilgeom, was now dead.
There was no one immediately available to elevate to the position.
There had been talk of the Sword Emperor as well.
But his whereabouts were unclear at this point.
While the storm expected to arise next year was anticipated to be quite severe.
“…I hear you’re retiring?”
I was having a conversation with the very person who had stirred up this storm.
“Yes.”
Shin Chang nodded. Two teacups sat on the table along with some refreshments.
He spoke while observing the undisturbed tea.
“What led you to make such a choice?”
“It was necessary.”
“At a time like this?”
“Precisely because of this time, it was all the more necessary.”
“I don’t understand…”
The resurrection of the Demonic Cult and the emergence of Patcheon Gung.
With just that alone, it seemed like an already turbulent era would only worsen if Shin Chang also stepped down from his position as League Leader.
‘Now is actually the right time for it.’
The moment when Shin Chang was proven to be alive and unharmed.
At this juncture, replacing the League Leader’s position seemed to carry the least danger.
Though I had no idea who it would be.
“…Then, why was I summoned here?”
Why was I standing in this place? It was a question about something that had puzzled me since my arrival.
Shin Chang looked at me and answered that question.
“Because I have something to ask and a proposal to make.”
“Something to ask and a proposal?”
“Yes.”
“What might that be?”
I was already uneasy. If Shin Chang had summoned me to ask something like this, it certainly didn’t seem normal.
“What I wish to ask concerns your master.”
“….”
The question was about Yoo Cheon-gil. I swallowed dryly and prepared myself mentally.
“What exactly…?”
“I will ask.”
“Yes.”
Shin Chang asked me with a grave expression.
“Are you truly the Sword Saint’s only disciple?”
“…What?”
What did he mean by that? I furrowed my brow. Only disciple? Then there were predecessors as well?
Could that be possible…? I immediately looked up at the old man floating above.
At my gaze, Yoo Cheon-gil shook his head with an expression similar to mine.
[I have no idea what he’s talking about.]
“…That is correct. At least, as far as I know.”
I answered with help from the man himself. Upon hearing that, Shin Chang nodded with narrowed eyes.
“I see.”
“…Why do you ask such a thing?”
“I heard rumors.”
“Rumors?”
“Yes.”
Shin Chang took a sip of tea and spoke to me.
“It is said that a martial artist has appeared in the Guangdong region, claiming to be the true Sword Saint’s Predecessor.”
[Nonsense.]
“…Is that so?”
Yoo Cheon-gil chuckled. I didn’t particularly believe it either. Baseless rumors were always bound to circulate.
However.
“It is said that he uses the martial techniques that man used.”
[Huh?]
“Pardon?”
The words that spilled from Shin Chang’s mouth were quite unexpected.
“If you speak of martial arts… are you referring to the Cheongwol Sword Technique?”
Yoo Cheon-gil’s martial arts. More precisely, whether he uses the Cheongwol Sword Technique, the martial art of the Cheongwol Sect.
To such a question.
“No, I said it was a different sword technique. They say his hair turned white as snow and shoots forth azure flashes. Just like.”
Shin Chang’s gaze turned back toward me.
“You.”
“….”
Hair dyed white as snow.
Azure flashes.
That.
‘Wol Cheon…?’
It was remarkably similar to the characteristics of Wol Cheon, Yoo Cheon-gil’s divine technique. No, it would be fair to say it was identical. But there’s another person using Wol Cheon?
[What nonsense is this?]
“Is this reliable information?”
“It’s intelligence brought by Gae Bang. The details are still being investigated, but… I wanted to ask you about it first.”
“….”
Another Geomseong’s Predecessor besides me?
No.
‘It’s possible.’
Well, it could be possible. It could be.
‘But the creator himself not knowing makes no sense.’
The man who had devised that divine technique was unaware of this situation.
“It seems you should verify it as you say. At least, I know of no such person.”
“I understand.”
Shin Chang nodded as if accepting my answer.
Then.
“Is that all you wished to ask me?”
“For now, yes.”
It seemed that was the extent of his questions.
Was it merely an inquiry about Yoo Cheon-gil’s other predecessor?
Then….
“What proposal do you have for me?”
The proposal Shin Chang had for me.
Upon asking about that matter.
*Swish.*
Shin Chang drew something from his robes as if he’d been waiting for this moment. It was a letter.
He handed it to me.
“This is…?”
What is this? I asked before even opening it.
Shin Chang answered my question.
“It was sent by the Demonic Cult.”
“Pardon?”
[What?]
A letter sent by the Demonic Cult? I blinked in bewilderment. Those bastards were sending correspondence?
“What in the—”
“Someone claiming to be the Young Master of the Demonic Cult sent this letter. He says he wishes to pursue a meeting with the Orthodox Sects.”
“Is he insane?”
I covered my mouth after the words spilled out. I’d revealed my true thoughts without meaning to.
No, seriously. They attacked us and created chaos, and now they want a meeting? What kind of nonsense is that?
“…I apologize.”
“No.”
Shin Chang waved his hand as if to say it was understandable.
“…So the Demonic Cult is requesting a meeting, you say.”
“That’s what the letter claims.”
I couldn’t make sense of why such a thing was happening, but what mattered now was—
“Then… how does this letter connect to the proposal you have for me?”
The fact that a letter from the Demonic Cult arrived first, when he said he had a proposal for me, was deeply unsettling.
As I pondered this and asked, he spoke.
“I have a proposal for you.”
Shin Chang said.
“As a candidate for the next League Leader, and as a representative of the Orthodox Sects, could you attend this meeting?”
“Attend the meeting? You’re actually going to do this… wait.”
…What did he just say? My eyes widened.
What candidate…?
“…Candidate for League Leader?”
Strange words were embedded in his statement.
Words that should never exist.
-Part 1 Complete-

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