The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 378

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 378
The moment Paewang’s objective became clear, I studied him and pondered.
‘Records.’
What records, I couldn’t say, but I understood that what he sought was not trivial.
‘Something Yoo Cheon-gil stole.’
From the directness of his mention alone, I could infer as much.
‘Once I resolve this, I’ll give it thought.’
I grasped the meaning behind those words.
‘He’s testing me.’
The realization struck immediately. This man seemed to believe I possessed some information.
There was no other way such a reaction could emerge.
‘Hmm.’
What should I do? Should I admit I knew something? As I deliberated for the briefest moment—
‘Wait.’
I detected an incongruity in his words.
The greatest problem here.
‘How did Paewang discover that what he sought existed within the Cheongwol Sect?’
To speak with such certainty about resolving it before reconsidering meant—
‘He possessed information.’
Then someone had provided him that information.
‘So then…’
My mind raced with feverish intensity, spinning like a carriage wheel gone mad.
The threads connected.
Lines originating from my thoughts pierced swiftly from origin to destination.
And finally, I grasped something.
‘Baek Yeon.’
Baek Yeon of the Moonless Old Sword.
It had to be him.
‘The source of the information is Baek Yeon.’
Someone who knew of Bigo’s existence, and appeared to harbor some purpose.
A figure I had once considered among the suspects in Yoo Cheon-gil’s murder.
‘…The likelihood that he provided information to Paewang was substantial.’
Though I called it likelihood, it bordered on certainty for me.
When I examined all the circumstances, Baek Yeon was the only possibility.
Up to that point.
Having discerned precisely this much, I questioned Paewang.
“What records do you seek that you would suspect the Cheongwol Sect? And you claim my Mentor stole them and fled?”
“Yes. Your Mentor, the Sword Saint, stole them and disappeared.”
“Why…?”
“….”
When I ask for his reason, Paewang falls silent.
Just as I’m wondering why he’s acting this way again.
[Well, that bastard was messing around with alcohol, so I taught him a lesson.]
‘…What?’
Alcohol?
Again?
My face contorts involuntarily.
Surely not…
‘He lost that important item over a drinking bet…?’
This is absurd.
When I suspect it might actually be that ridiculous reason.
[After he lost, he claimed it was important and refused to give it, so I took it by force.]
“…”
I’d wondered why he said he stole it, but it turns out he took something he was refusing to give.
“…There are various reasons.”
Meanwhile, Paewang avoids my gaze, looking like he can’t bring himself to speak.
Yes, if that’s the real reason, I wouldn’t be able to speak either.
What kind of immature narrative is this?
“In any case, I’ll have to postpone your request until that matter is resolved. You can understand that much, can’t you?”
“…Yes.”
Unlike his earlier claim that he’d grant almost anything, this response seems to be asking for a delay, which bothers me somewhat.
‘But it’s the right thing to say.’
In his current state, it was only fair to wait a bit.
No. Even setting that aside.
‘At this point…’
I felt I needed to verify something.
What exactly that item was.

* * *
Late into the night.
Unlike before, the moon had risen. The moon, casting its steady light, did not match Manwol’s brilliance.
Yet its size was similar enough to emit sufficient radiance.
As the moon illuminated the space.
Click.
Within a chamber, the woman Cheonhye-in poured tea with a languid expression.
With no one else present, she placed only a single teacup and poured the hot water.
Trickle.
As she filled the teacup to the brim.
“Sabaek-nim.”
Breaking the silence, Cheonhye-in spoke.
Though the space appeared empty at first glance, someone emerged at her call.
“Shall I pour you a cup?”
As Cheonhye-in lifted the teacup, from the darkness emerged an old man with azure eyes.
Baek Yeon appeared and spoke.
“No need. I have no desire to drink anything at the moment.”
“I see. Then there’s nothing to be done about it.”
Sip. As Cheonhye-in spoke, she moistened her delicate lips.
“I heard you completed the mission well.”
“Ah, yes.”
Cheonhye-in nodded.
Completed the mission well, she said—yet her eyes were filled with doubt, contradicting her words.
What had she done?
She had done nothing. He had simply done everything.
‘Bangseong-yeon.’
A man she disliked. Unfathomable, and attempting to understand him only felt like digging deeper into an abyss.
Recalling the certainly disagreeable young man, Cheonhye-in furrowed her brow.
Then.
“I hear your younger brother also opened the Wol-an?”
At the mention of Cheon Euijin, Cheonhye-in relaxed her furrowed brow.
“Ah, yes. That child managed it as well.”
She had not anticipated he would open the Wol-an upon reaching the pinnacle. It was unexpected.
‘I knew he would do it eventually.’
But it came sooner than expected. Given her brother’s talents, she had thought it would take several more years.
‘This too.’
It was all because of that man.
Since that man appeared, something changed. It happened with her brother.
‘And even Moonju.’
Even that person, who would never change in a lifetime, had changed in some way.
Perhaps the entire Cheongwol Sect has transformed.
‘All because of that one person.’
Though calling it merely one person is an understatement—he is Geomseong’s Predecessor, known as Wol-hyeop, and has even risen to become the youngest candidate for League Leader.
‘…Still.’
He is but a single man.
I could not fathom how one person could wield such tremendous influence.
“Sigh….”
Cheonhye-in exhales deeply. She takes another sip of tea, as if to soothe the frustration welling within her.
“The time has come at last.”
She pauses.
At Baek Yeon’s words, she freezes mid-sip, cup still raised to her lips.
Time.
At that word, Cheonhye-in’s expression becomes utterly blank.
“It has arrived, but can I truly accomplish it?”
“Do you believe it impossible?”
“I’m not certain.”
She answers with a question, yet her inner conviction has already formed.
She believes it will be difficult. Even more so in her current state.
And yet.
“No, you can do this.”
Baek Yeon gazes at Cheonhye-in and speaks with unwavering faith.
“You are capable.”
“…Hmm….”
At those words, Cheonhye-in turns to face him. Baek Yeon is staring at her with piercing intensity.
His eyes shine with absolute certainty. Seeing that gaze, Cheonhye-in asks.
“Is there a way?”
“Yes.”
At Cheonhye-in’s question, Baek Yeon nods.
“There is.”
His tone is resolute. A way truly exists? How could such a thing be possible? The question begins to form when—
“I have discovered Yoo Cheon-gil’s secret records.”
“…!”
At Baek Yeon’s words, Cheonhye-in’s expression transforms. Her eyes widen as large as lanterns.
“…Secret records? Such a thing existed? Where could it be?”
“It existed within the Cheongwol Sect itself.”
“What.”
Such a thing existed within the Cheongwol Sect? How is that possible?
As Cheonhye-in reacts with astonishment—
“Within it… there exists something that will aid you greatly. Should you find that alone, everything shall be resolved.”
“What on earth could possibly be in there?”
“It is a divine elixir passed down through generations of the Cheongwol Sect.”
“Pardon?”
“A divine elixir that only the League Leaders can consume… and the method to create it should be contained within. If you can obtain only that, there will surely be no problem.”
I wondered what made that divine elixir warrant such a reaction.
“Are you certain it is contained in there?”
“Yes.”
“Then….”
Cheonhye-in had to ask the fundamental question.
“You know of this secret vault, Sabaek-nim. But… Bangseong-yeon does not know of it?”
“….”
Geomseong’s Predecessor.
That figure, who could be called the true owner of the secret vault, does not know of it?
To such a question, Baek Yeon spoke with conviction.
“He would not know.”
“Why is that?”
“If he knew, the vault’s contents would not remain intact. And he would not have opened the space beyond it. No matter how talented that man is.”
“….”
At the mention of additional space within the vault, Cheonhye-in’s brow furrowed.
And.
‘… Would not have opened it?’
That certainty that Bangseong-yeon could never have done such a thing.
It bothered me.
Because.
‘If that were so.’
The Bangseong-yeon I knew was a man who would crush such assumptions without effort.
With such thoughts, Cheonhye-in spoke to Baek Yeon.
“Sabaek-nim.”
“Yes.”
“The fact that you have mentioned the vault’s existence at this point must have meaning behind it. Surely.”
Cheonhye-in spoke to Baek Yeon.
“Can I visit that vault as well?”
I wanted to see the secret vault that Yoo Cheon-gil had left behind.
Upon hearing this, Baek Yeon chuckled and spoke.
“Curious, are you?”
“Yes.”
How could I not be curious? It was a trace left by the Heavenly Supreme Sword Saint.
“Very well, let us go now.”
Baek Yeon accepted Cheonhye-in’s words. The vault appeared empty inside. Yet somewhere within it, the divine elixir must surely be hidden.
Obtaining that alone would suffice. Baek Yeon thought thus.
But he could not have imagined that the divine elixir had already been taken.

* * *
“Achoo!!”
I sneezed roughly. Ugh, my nose is completely numb.
I wiped away the runny mucus dripping down with my sleeve.
Yoo Cheon-gil, witnessing this, gave me a look of disgust.
[How filthy of you….]
“Come on, why react like that over a little mucus? Ah, my ears are itching too.”
Was someone cursing at me from behind?
‘It happens.’
Curses are nothing to worry about. With that thought, I finished wiping myself clean.
“Phew.”
Afterward, I surveyed my surroundings.
I was currently inside Yoo Cheon-gil’s warehouse.
My purpose was to locate Paewang’s armguard and verify the remaining Divine Sword.
“Let me see….”
As I carefully examined the stacked items.
“Found it.”
Before long, I discovered Paewang’s armguard.
“Hmm.”
I identified the object’s location but did not immediately grasp it.
‘Touching it would be catastrophic.’
It belonged to Yoo Cheon-gil. Even though Paewang was its original owner, it now belonged to Yoo Cheon-gil.
That was no different from saying it belonged to a ghost.
‘So if I simply grabbed it….’
Karmic residue would flood into me, causing adverse effects. I needed another method.
“Let me see….”
I withdrew a sheet of paper from within. It was yellow talisman paper.
After retrieving it, I pulled out a small gourd bottle from another pocket and opened its stopper.
A fishy stench mixed with foul odor wafted past. I inserted my finger inside. The moment I felt the sticky sensation, I scrawled across the talisman.
A red line appeared. This was pig’s blood.
After writing several characters, I attached the talisman to my arm.
Uuuung. A faint vibration resonated from within.
The trembling of a spirit.
‘It’s been applied.’
A talisman made from pig’s blood. With it, I deceive the world.
I had overlaid something else upon my soul.
‘This won’t last long either.’
At best, only a fleeting moment. After that, consequences would follow.
‘I must act now.’
I immediately grasped the armrest. Turning it this way and that to examine it, it appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary armrest.
‘What is this…?’
There was nothing special about it. What could possibly be remarkable?
Unable to comprehend, I continued running my fingers across its surface.
Uuuuung—
‘Hm?’
A response emanated from within. What was it? Why was there a response…?
‘Ah?’
The moment I sensed the response, I released my grip on the armrest.
Thud—!
The armrest fell to the floor.
I was reaching my limit, but I had noticed something.
‘What is this armrest…?’
It appeared unremarkable, yet this…
“It’s the Divine Sword…?”
It was an object I knew all too well.

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