The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 370

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 370
Paewang’s armband. An object I’d seen before in his secret chamber.
When I asked what that armband was, Yoo Cheon-gil simply said he’d brought it to Paewang.
‘…I’m an idiot for just letting that slide.’
I recall Hwasan’s black robe. It’s said to be an object bearing Hwasan’s symbolism, yet he kept it in his secret chamber while his own sacred treasure was in Hwasan. Looking at the precedent.
‘I should have realized that armband was no ordinary object.’
Who would have thought it was the sacred treasure of the clan Paewang belonged to?
‘…What exactly is it?’
What remarkable effect does it possess? I was puzzled. From what I could see, it didn’t appear to have anything particularly outstanding about it.
The problem here is.
‘If Paewang came looking for it….’
Would my purpose become his? No, giving it away shouldn’t matter.
‘It was never mine to begin with.’
If the original owner came to retrieve it, I could simply hand it over.
‘…The question is whether there would be problems when I give it up.’
From my assessment, there didn’t appear to be any issues. Not yet, anyway.
‘Hmm.’
I organized my thoughts. Since I still didn’t know what intentions Paewang harbored, I wouldn’t act hastily.
‘If he asks for it, I’ll give it.’
If that armband is what he wants, I’ll simply hand it over. With that judgment, I asked Yoo Cheon-gil.
“Let me ask you something first.”
[What?]
“…You’re not supposed to give Paewang something in return, are you?”
[What do you mean?]
“Like exchanging items the way you did with Hwasan. There’s nothing like that, right?”
[Ah.]
Only then did Yoo Cheon-gil nod as if he understood, and speak.
[Exchange? What would there be to exchange? I simply stole it.]
“….”
This is absolutely maddening.
“Why would you steal it? You’re not a thief, Old Man…!”
[Well, he wouldn’t give it to me even though I needed it. What else could I do?]
“Then you shouldn’t have taken it at all. Where did the idea to steal it even come from…?”
[That’s just how life is.]
Isn’t that a statement that shouldn’t be made if one has a life? It was an absurd answer.
Ugh, my head.
‘…The probability just increased.’
With this revelation, the likelihood that Paewang was searching for the armband became far greater.
‘Of course.’
The ruler of the Western Region. An absolute master who hasn’t left that place in years.
For such a figure to go all the way to Hannam, and not merely that—to set foot directly in the Cheonwol Sect itself.
‘He’s showing interest in me.’
There was no other explanation for all these movements except that they centered on me.
‘I need to make sure he doesn’t become a nuisance.’
That wouldn’t be easy. If only Paewang had his own agenda, it might be different.
‘But I do have one.’
Because I too held interest in him.
‘I need to find a way.’
It seemed I should think ahead and devise a strategy.
I turned my back. First, I set my destination—Yoo Cheon-gil’s secret chamber. I had to go there and search for myself.

* * *
The Sect Leader’s Chamber of the Cheonwol Sect.
Wol Seon-geom entered the room and took his seat.
Seeing this, Paewang followed suit and sat down.
“What are you doing?”
As if he’d been waiting, Wol Seon-geom asked him.
“What?”
Paewang answered with an expressionless face to the question. One of his arms remained twisted. Despite what must have been considerable pain, Paewang merely gazed at Wol Seon-geom as if nothing were amiss.
“I understand you have your own agenda. However, I questioned whether this was proper conduct toward a disciple of my sect.”
Wol Seon-geom’s voice carried an unusual discomfort.
For someone who rarely expressed emotion, his feelings were far too evident.
“Improper, yes. Certainly improper. However, there was something I needed to verify.”
“Verify?”
At those words, Wol Seon-geom’s expression crumpled ever so slightly. Simultaneously, a wave of energy rippled from his body.
“Isn’t that rather excessive for the sake of verification?”
“Hmm.”
Paewang gestured with his damaged arm while looking at Wol Seon-geom.
“Still, I thought this might serve as an apology of sorts. Am I wrong?”
“That is a separate matter.”
“It is not separate. You see, it mirrors the method of apology your previous sect leader employed.”
“….”
The previous sect leader.
At the mention of Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil, Wol Seon-geom fell silent for a moment.
“Curious. Judging by your reaction, you seem quite fond of that young man.”
“All disciples of my sect are treated equally.”
“Haha.”
Paewang let out a laugh at Wol Seon-geom’s words.
“A flimsy excuse. You, who view even your own bloodline as worthless if they lack merit—treating them equally? That makes no sense.”
“….”
“I’m not complaining. From my perspective, that young pup has caught my interest as well. Where did the Sword Saint dig up something so remarkable?”
Paewang narrowed his eyes, recalling Bangseong-yeon. It was merely a test strike, so it should have been far weaker, yet he’d blocked it effortlessly.
‘His eyes.’
Paewang remembered the look in Bangseong-yeon’s eyes as he’d gazed upon him.
Devoid of emotion.
He didn’t judge who I was or why I attacked. Instead, he solely focused on—
‘What should my next move be.’
The actions that would follow.
His gaze was contemplating those very things. There was bewilderment present, yet it didn’t hinder him.
‘Impressive.’
His resolve ran deep and still. Paewang preferred those with tranquil hearts over those who were merely rigid and unyielding.
Much like—
‘Yoo Cheon-gil.’
Appearing hotter and more intense than anyone else.
Yet harboring something dark and cold as the deep sea within.
Paewang’s lips curved upward as he recalled Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil.
‘And his realm has already transcended the wall…’
Transcendent mastery.
Despite being merely a disciple, he’d already entered the ranks of the masters. The Sword Saint had truly entrusted power to an absurd man.
‘I’m curious.’
How would he fight if they were to clash?
If he continues to grow as he has, just how far would he reach?
I’m anticipating it. Paewang felt his hair stand slightly on end.
“So I understand why you hold such expectations for that man.”
“I didn’t ask for your understanding.”
Wol Seon-geom wore a stern expression toward Paewang.
“Now state your purpose. Depending on what your objective is, I too must adjust my stance accordingly.”
“…Oh. My stance?”
An intriguing choice of words.
Crack, crack, crack.
A sound emanated from Paewang’s arm. He was forcibly twisting his broken arm back into place.
“What do you mean my stance will change?”
“Since Paewang went out of his way to visit our sect, I had planned to treat you as a guest.”
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble.
The instruments throughout the chamber began trembling in unison. They resonated in response to the surge of energy.
“But if your purpose involves one of my sect’s disciples, I can no longer treat you merely as a guest, can I?”
“Your words are strange.”
Tap.
Paewang pressed his finger firmly against the table. The trembling table immediately ceased its vibrations.
“You’re not warning me about harming the Sword Saint’s young pup—you’re threatening me with consequences if I do.”
“All disciples of the sect are the same to me.”
“Haha. How amusing.”
Paewang rose to his feet. As he did, an immense presence radiated from his form.
“The one you regard so carefully… I must confess, I’m quite curious about him.”
“….”
A low rumble echoed through the air.
The auras clashed. What had begun as a subtle tremor now shook the entire building.
However.
“Unfortunately, my purpose here has nothing to do with the Sword Saint’s disciple.”
Thud.
Paewang withdrew the overwhelming aura he had been releasing.
“I shall remain as a guest.”
“….”
Wol Seon-geom likewise retracted his aura in response.
“Then I trust you will observe proper courtesy.”
“I shall.”
“…I will summon the Physician. I trust you will accept treatment.”
Wol Seon-geom rose and was about to escort Paewang to the Physician when.
“Wait.”
Wol Seon-geom suddenly turned to Paewang with a question.
“Then what is your true purpose?”
The question Paewang had yet to answer—his reason for coming here. Paewang fixed his gaze upon Wol Seon-geom.
To which Paewang replied.
“Ah, it’s nothing significant….”
He.
“There is something I must take with me.”
There was something in this place he needed to obtain.

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Screeeech—!!
The mechanism opened, and I stepped inside. Having visited this place several times already, it had become familiar to me.
“Mm.”
I glanced around briefly before moving forward. The place I arrived at was where I’d discovered Paewang’s armrest.
“…This thing.”
I stared at the armrest. It didn’t appear to have any particularly distinctive features. I couldn’t understand what significance it held for Paewang’s faction.
“…Hmm.”
Judging by his intentions, this armrest did seem to be important.
[Are you thinking of taking it with you?]
Yoo Cheon-gil asked. I shook my head at his words.
“No. I won’t be taking it.”
[Why?]
I had come because it was an item Paewang needed, yet I wouldn’t be taking it—Yoo Cheon-gil seemed puzzled.
“Because I haven’t yet discerned his intentions.”
The armrest was ultimately Paewang’s possession, but it was Yoo Cheon-gil who had placed it here.
This meant it was the envoy’s property. I couldn’t touch it before understanding Paewang’s will.
‘…And.’
Even if Paewang’s objective truly was this armrest, I couldn’t hastily take it.
When that time came, I would need to handle it appropriately.
‘For now—’
I confirmed all the items and moved forward. My final destination was where the Sword Saint was located.
“Mm…”
No matter how many times I looked, it remained the same. Upon arrival, I activated Wol Seon-geom’s technique and stared, but it was still shrouded in mystery.
‘How am I supposed to resolve that fifth sword.’
All the others flowed in sequence, but that middle sword alone made no sense to me.
‘What should I do.’
I stared intently at it.
‘There must be a way.’
Judging by Yoo Cheon-gil’s reaction, there was definitely a method. But since he wouldn’t tell me, it was frustrating.
‘Mm…’
As I continued staring at it again and again, I found myself laughing.
‘What am I doing.’
What was I doing right now.
‘…I should be focusing on Paewang’s matter right now.’
I had forgotten about Paewang’s objectives and his appearance, standing only before the Sword Saint, absorbed in observing it.
This was something the old me would never have done.
“…Mm.”
I scratched my cheek. While unable to understand my own behavior.
Whoosh.
Contradictory as it was, I picked up the sword again.
‘Just a little more.’
Should I try just a bit longer?
Clang.
I took my stance and slowly moved along the sword path.
[Scrape, scrape, scrape.]
Yoo Cheon-gil chuckled softly at my efforts. That laughter irritated me for some reason, but I chose to ignore it.
Contrary to my claim of “just a little,”
I continued moving the sword for quite some time.

* * *
How much time had passed? I’d been struggling through the motions for roughly an hour.
“Huff…”
Only after drenching myself in sweat did I finally lower the sword.
“…Damn it.”
A curse escaped my lips first.
“How am I supposed to do this?”
I’d tried every method imaginable, but this time was no different. In the end, I still couldn’t grasp the fifth sword path.
“Sigh.”
Frustration welled up inside me.
“What exactly am I supposed to do?”
I glared at Yoo Cheon-gil, but the old man simply continued laughing.
“I really can’t figure this out.”
Whether he explained or not, I didn’t care anymore. Words spilled out in my exasperation.
[Didn’t I tell you? You must go slowly…]
Yoo Cheon-gil tried to continue speaking in response to my words.
Thud.
“Huh?”
[…What?]
Suddenly, a strange sound echoed from beyond.
“What is…”
[Shh.]
Yoo Cheon-gil quickly pressed a finger to his lips.
[Someone has come to the secret chamber.]
“…!”
My eyes widened at those words.
What did he just say…

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