The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 367

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 367
The third secret chamber.
I peered into the space I’d opened using Wol Cheon.
Activating Wol-an and piercing through the darkness, I surveyed my surroundings. Upon seeing what lay within, my body went rigid.
“What is this?”
What in the world?
I was genuinely astonished.
Truly, remarkably so.
“There’s nothing here?”
Nothing at all. My expectations of finding something extraordinary proved laughable—the interior of the secret chamber contained not a single speck of dust.
“…What is this?”
I immediately turned to look at Yoo Cheon-gil. He gazed into the empty space with an impassive expression.
Then.
[You don’t see it?]
He spoke to me as though something was clearly there.
What do you mean I don’t see it…?
“…Old Man, what exactly do you see?”
What was I supposed to find in this utterly empty space?
There had to be something to search for, yet no matter how I looked, it remained nothing but a vacant void.
“What am I supposed to be looking at…?”
I stopped mid-sentence. Something clicked into place.
“…”
I channeled energy into my dantian. As the qi gradually blossomed, light seeped into my eyes.
The Wol Ryeong Geom-ro activated once more, and I focused intently on the room again.
Only then did I understand.
“Ah.”
What the Old Man had wanted me to see, what existed in this room.
It was only then that I could perceive it.
“This is…”
Countless marks etched across the walls. Azure lines carved with sharp precision.
These were.
‘Sword marks.’
Traces left by a blade.
Every line in this chamber was the same.
‘…Hm.’
Azure sword marks. What could they signify? They appeared hastily scrawled in chaos, yet something peculiar emanated from them.
Especially.
‘The colors differ.’
Though all were shades of blue, some appeared deeper while others seemed lighter.
“…What is all this?”
I examined the sword marks and asked Yoo Cheon-gil a question.
Upon hearing my inquiry, Yoo Cheon-gil laughed aloud.
[What do they appear to be?]
“Traces of a sword rampage, sir.”
[…a rampage…?]
“Well, that’s roughly the impression I get.”
[You insolent bastard. You’re probably the only one who’d describe this as a rampage.]
“So then, what is this?”
I brushed my hand across the surface.
Feeling the rough texture of the wall beneath my fingertips.
I grasped my sword with one hand while observing the densely arranged sword marks.
I drew the divine blade and widened my stance slightly.
Then.
Whoosh—!!
[Mm.]
I moved my body in accordance with the sword marks, following the gradation of color from dark to light.
Scritch-scratch.
As I moved in this manner, strangely, my inner energy seemed to flow of its own accord.
‘Does the Cheonwol Heart Method move according to my actions?’
Or does my body move following the flow of energy?
Regardless of which came first, I could sense that the sword marks and the Cheonwol Heart Method resonated with each other.
Crash—!!
The fourth sword strike.
Without grasping what technique to employ, I simply followed my instincts.
As I attempted to draw the fifth sword.
A sharp sting—!
“…!!”
The motion broke and pain shot through me.
Scritch-scratch—! The continuing strike failed to reach its end and froze in place.
“…Ha.”
I stared at the wall with a bewildered expression. It was a position where one motion couldn’t connect to the next.
“What is this?”
I asked, looking toward Yoo Cheon-gil.
“How am I supposed to connect them?”
[That is something you must now learn and discover for yourself.]
“…I see.”
I understood.
What he meant was.
“…This is training, isn’t it?”
It had been a long time since Yoo Cheon-gil had given me a training assignment.
[This is the fourth technique. If you were to master it, from that very moment.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke with a bitter smile.
[No one would dare deny the name of Sword Saint.]
His tone was filled with conviction.

* * *
Before half an hour had passed, I slipped out of the chamber.
I would have liked to linger longer while observing the sword technique, but I didn’t have the luxury of squandering time like that.
I secured my blade at my waist and moved. Once outside, I walked while avoiding crowds.
“Master.”
“…!”
Gwima appeared from behind.
“Goodness, you startled me.”
I wished he would make some noise when approaching. His sudden appearance had caught me off guard.
“Moonju is looking for you.”
Gwima spoke while lowering his head.
‘He’s returned.’
It meant Wol Seon-geom had come back.
“…Let’s go.”
Upon hearing this, I immediately headed toward where Wol Seon-geom would be. As I approached Moonju’s quarters.
“I will wait for you here, Master.”
“Here?”
It was quite a distance from the entrance. I was puzzled by Gwima’s insistence on waiting here to see me off.
Perhaps sensing my confusion, Gwima offered an explanation.
“If I approach any closer, Moonju may sense my presence.”
“…What?”
At Gwima’s words, I furrowed my brow. If I got closer, Wol Seon-geom would detect Gwima’s existence?
It was curious to see Gwima being cautious about Wol Seon-geom, when he had roamed freely even in Bonmaeng and Hwasan.
‘…Does that mean Wol Seon-geom’s senses are that exceptional?’
While considering this aspect.
“Then I shall return shortly.”
Since Wol Seon-geom had summoned me, I headed toward Moonjusil.

* * *
By the time I arrived at the Moonjusil, Sochul Daeju was already inside.
“You’ve come.”
“I pay my respects to Moonju.”
Wol Seon-geom’s azure eyes turned toward me, and I bowed my head in courtesy to him.
Then, shifting his gaze from me, Wol Seon-geom looked upon Sochul Daeju.
“You may leave now.”
“…Understood.”
At the dismissal, Sochul Daeju bowed respectfully and departed.
Our eyes met for but a fleeting moment.
Afterward, I found myself alone with the Cheonwol Munchu.
“I hear you accomplished great deeds at Hwasan. You must have endured much hardship.”
“…That is not the case.”
“You even healed the League Leader? I did not know you possessed talent in the medical arts.”
“…”
Under his gaze, my body felt as though it might stiffen without my realizing it. In any case, I had to acknowledge that this man’s presence was overwhelmingly commanding.
“I shall not ask from whom you learned the medical arts.”
Should I express gratitude? Though he says he won’t ask, there’s something about it…
‘It feels as though he already knows.’
A sensation swept through me that he had grasped it long ago.
“To save the League Leader and resolve Hwasan’s troubles… truly remarkable.”
Though praise reached my ears, it did not feel entirely pleasant.
“…That is not so. I merely did what was necessary.”
“What was necessary? Do you truly believe that?”
“…”
Honestly, it wasn’t. I knew better than anyone that this was not something I should have done.
“An honest gaze.”
‘Damn.’
Without realizing it, I had forgotten to maintain my facade.
A moment when my true feelings seemed to be laid bare, leaving me deeply uncomfortable.
“Your realm has advanced.”
Wol Seon-geom had also perceived my transformation. He had discerned my body’s ascension to the pinnacle.
“Did you encounter a fortuitous opportunity?”
“…I obtained a small enlightenment.”
“To call it small when what you’ve gained is as vast as the heavens—your words do not align.”
“…Haha.”
I laughed awkwardly, then wiped the expression from my face.
“Moonju.”
“Speak.”
“Might I ask you something?”
Wol Seon-geom stared at me instead of answering. His gaze seemed to say: go ahead and speak if you have something to say.
“I’m referring to the letter you sent, sir. Did you know that the Jang Moonin of Hwasan was in poor condition?”
The letter from Wol Seon-geom that had me bring the divine elixir.
As I mentioned it, Wol Seon-geom’s eyebrows twitched ever so slightly.
“I did not know.”
“Then how…”
“It was merely a conjecture based on suspicion.”
“…A conjecture?”
“The Jang Moonin has not left Hwasan for several years. Based on the information and circumstances gathered during that time, it was something I anticipated.”
Rustle.
Another letter slips from his hand.
“I sent this to you because, though it was mere suspicion, I thought a Bang Disciple could make use of it.”
“…So you pushed your suspicion as certainty, relying only on that.”
“Yet you succeeded in the end.”
…
Should I believe this or not? In truth, my choice was already decided.
“I see.”
To believe. Or rather, to pretend to believe.
That’s all I can do now.
This was the problem with the trap Wol Seon-geom had laid first.
His earlier words that he wouldn’t ask how my medical skills came to be.
Those words had sealed my lips shut.
If I didn’t believe this and dug further, I’d be handing Wol Seon-geom justification.
‘…This old man is as cunning as a viper.’
Not only is he strong, but he’s also eloquent.
Truly a difficult person to deal with.
“I understand. Setting that aside…Do you truly wish for me to act as a League Leader candidate, sir?”
I mentioned the letter I’d seen together with Cheon Rijin-an.
He had been trying to push me forward as a League Leader candidate by any means.
“…You know it won’t happen anyway.”
This clever man didn’t seem to believe I could actually become League Leader.
I wanted to know what his true intention was.
“League Leader. Yes, that’s right. It’s unlikely the Bang Disciple will ever truly become League Leader.”
“Then why—”
“Not this time.”
“…!”
My eyes widened at Wol Seon-geom’s words. I had caught something in his tone.
“…Surely not. Sir.”
This man.
“You truly intend to make me League Leader?”
Not now, but someday. Even if it’s difficult at present, it may be possible next time instead of this.
“So you’re telling me to act as a candidate?”
Just having the track record of being a candidate would be helpful. In other words, he was telling me to be the League Leader candidate for now.
“I hear you’re preparing a meeting with the Demonic Sect.”
Information that only Cheon Rijin-an and Shin Chang should have known was leaking from Wol Seon-geom as well.
“A good pretext. Go there and build your reputation step by step.”
“…And then?”
“That way, head toward the pinnacle of the Orthodox Sect.”
The pinnacle of the Orthodox Sect. Could that possibly mean the League Leader position?
“Me? Why? Wouldn’t it be faster if Moonju did it instead?”
With Wol Seon-geom as he was now, he could easily claim the League Leader’s seat, so I couldn’t fathom why he insisted on having me do it.
“It holds no meaning for me.”
“…No meaning, you say?”
…
Wol Seon-geom deliberately refused to answer further.
“Now I will ask you.”
His intent to skip past the previous question was unmistakable.
“What alternative did the Scholar propose to you?”
I flinched. Wol Seon-geom seemed to know. That in exchange for stepping down as League Leader candidate, Cheon Rijin-an had set conditions.
‘How ominous.’
A chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t tell where this man’s gaze extended to, what Wol Seon-geom was thinking, or anything else.
‘At first, I just thought he was an impressive fellow.’
The more I observed him, the more he seemed to possess something unsettling.
There was no point in speaking in roundabout ways.
“He told me to find someone to take my place.”
So I simply answered honestly.
“Someone to take your place?”
“Yes. He said someone is coming to the Cheonwol Sect, and that I should persuade them and bring them along.”
“…I see.”
He didn’t even ask who it was.
Wol Seon-geom simply nodded.
“Do that.”
“Yes?”
“If you can persuade him and nominate him as the candidate in your stead, I won’t press the matter. Furthermore.”
Tap.
Wol Seon-geom tapped the desk with his finger as he spoke.
“Whatever you ask of me from now on, I will gladly grant you one thing.”
“…!”
Hearing those words, I became certain.
Wol Seon-geom believed I could never accomplish this task.
He seemed to be certain of that.

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