The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 391

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 391
Screech—! I jolted awake as the armband coiled around my arm tightened.
‘This is insane. What is this?’
Why had it suddenly bound itself to my arm? I struggled desperately to remove it.
‘It won’t come off…?’
It wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard I pulled or strained, nothing changed.
‘What’s going on?’
Panic seized me. As I frantically tried to free myself, my gaze shifted to Paewang.
“…What are you doing?”
Paewang stared at me with a bewildered expression. Seeing this, I spoke urgently.
“I don’t know either. It suddenly wrapped around my arm.”
“…What?”
“You saw it yourself, didn’t you? I didn’t put it on.”
Paewang had definitely witnessed the armband fly at me and bind itself to my arm.
“…No, seriously, why won’t it come off? Please, help me.”
At my plea, Paewang approached. He reached out and grasped the armband.
Bang—!
“…!”
“Huh?”
Paewang’s hand was repelled. The armband had pushed him back.
“What?”
Paewang’s eyes widened in shock.
“Look at this.”
Paewang extended his hand again. The moment he grasped the armband once more.
Boom—!!
Paewang’s body trembled violently.
It seemed as though he’d absorbed an impact. Did an explosion occur whenever someone tried to grab the armband?
‘Why?’
It was Paewang’s possession, not mine. So why was it reacting to me like this?
‘…Was it the blood?’
Had my attempt to transfer the karma to Paewang caused this problem?
‘Could there be a connection?’
I couldn’t understand. There was no reason for this to happen, yet why was the armband acting this way all of a sudden?
Rumble rumble rumble.
Paewang endured the continuous vibrations and finally managed to grip the armband. Then, with all his strength, he attempted to wrench it free.
“…Ugh!?”
Suddenly, an excruciating pain shot through me.
As he tried to pull the armband away, it felt as though my arm would be torn from its socket.
“…Senior…! Wait…!”
Rumble rumble. Paewang, seemingly deaf to my words, continued enduring the vibrations as he pulled at the armband.
“Ugh!”
The pain was excruciating. I felt as though my arm would be torn clean off.
Left with no choice, I channeled power into my dantian.
Kwaaaaah—!!!
“…!”
I unleashed Wol Cheon to counter Paewang’s pressure. Seeing this, he released the force from his hand and retreated slightly.
“What are you doing?”
“I asked you to wait a moment, sir.”
“Oh, did you?”
His expression suggested he hadn’t heard me. I thought I was genuinely dying from the pain.
Then.
Drip.
A trickle of blood ran from Paewang’s mouth.
“…Senior?”
“Hmm. It’s more violent than expected.”
I watched him wipe it away casually with the back of his hand, but the fact that he was bleeding was shocking.
‘…The backlash is that severe?’
A Celestial Demon-level supreme master bleeds just from removing an armband? That seemed almost impossible.
“It won’t come off?”
“…Yes. When I try to remove it, my arm feels like it’s being torn apart.”
“…Hmm.”
At my words, Paewang narrowed his eyes and stared at my armband.
“Then this is troublesome. Should I tear it off with the arm?”
“…Senior?”
That had to be a joke. It had to be.
Seeing Paewang remain silent, it seemed it wasn’t a joke at all.
I pretended not to hear and asked him carefully.
“…You don’t know anything about a situation like this?”
“Never heard of it.”
“When you wore it yourself, there were no problems, correct…?”
“That’s right. Which is why I’m even more puzzled.”
If even Paewang couldn’t understand this situation, how could I?
‘…Damn it.’
What was I supposed to do about this bizarre predicament?
I never imagined the armband would cling so tightly to my arm.
‘Why is this happening?’
I would’ve appreciated knowing the reason, but this defied all logic I knew.
Who could have predicted the armband would wrap around my arm like this?
“What do I do now, really?”
“Hmm.”
Paewang rested his chin in his hand, lost in thought.
“So pulling out the arm is…”
“…I’d prefer a different method.”
“Isn’t this the fastest way?”
“At least it doesn’t seem like a good method for me.”
“Then do you have another idea?”
“…Well.”
Who knows.
I’d never encountered a situation like this before, so there wasn’t much I could say.
“Ugh…”
At this rate, my arm might actually get pulled out. Just as I was thinking I had to find some way out of this.
Uuuuuung—!
‘Hm?’
My head began to resonate strangely. What was this sudden sensation? As I was narrowing my eyes.
“…Huh?”
My arm grew hot, and gradually something began seeping into my mind.
‘What is this?’
It was incomprehensible information. I couldn’t even understand what it meant, let alone grasp it.
“…Taesan… Oheung… Gilcho…”
“What?”
As I spoke the information that had flowed in, Paewang reacted.
As I continued to speak.
“Wait.”
Paewang suddenly seized my shoulder.
Zzzt.
“Ugh?”
Intense pain shot through my shoulder. Paewang had applied force.
“…What you just said. What was it?”
“…Yes?”
“I asked what you said.”
“I don’t know. Information suddenly entered my mind…”
“Information?”
Heat seeped into Paewang’s voice. What was this? What was happening?
Paewang seemed to know what I had spoken.
“…A record. Could it be… could that be a record?”
“Senior…?”
“Recite it.”
“Yes?”
“I said finish reciting it at once.”
Fervent desire mixed with urgency. The intensity was enough to make one flinch just feeling it.
You want me to say more? I would have liked to tell you more if I could.
“I don’t know.”
“What did you…?”
“…Even if I wanted to tell you more, I’ve already said everything.”
I had spilled out everything that had seeped into my memory. Nothing more came through beyond that.
“…There’s no way that’s all of it?”
“What exactly is this, sir?”
“…Hmm.”
At my question, Paewang furrowed his brow. Was this something difficult to explain?
Given how he was reacting to the information that had entered my mind.
‘It seems like quite a significant matter.’
I was wondering what kind of matter it could be.
“It’s the final technique.”
“Pardon?”
Paewang offered me an explanation.
“The martial art of the Western Region’s Muk Clan, and the final technique of the martial art I learned. That’s what’s contained in that artifact.”
“…”
Hearing that, I swallowed hard.
‘This is really important, isn’t it?’
It was extraordinarily crucial information.
“…In this artifact, you say?”
So that’s why he mentioned a record? That such information exists in this artifact…?
‘Ah.’
It flashed across my mind.
“…Then what I just said…”
“Yes, it appears to be information necessary to complete the technique.”
“Insane.”
I didn’t even choose my words carefully in front of Paewang. It was truly mad.
‘Why did this information enter my mind?’
Not only did the artifact fall into my hands, but I also obtained information about the technique?
‘I’m done for.’
This was truly a crisis.
‘I’ve learned another clan’s secret technique.’
It would be no surprise if Paewang killed me for this.
Especially since it was called the final technique.
“…”
My heart trembled. How would Paewang react?
I watched him warily, waiting to see.
“What should I do with you?”
Paewang looked at me with a rather cold gaze, as if he understood the gravity of the situation.
‘Should I have just let my arm be torn out instead?’
If I had, I wouldn’t have ended up in this mess.
‘Tsk.’
I bit my lip slightly.
What should I do? Can I escape? If I do escape, how should I go about it?
‘I need to get to Wol Seon-geom.’
The question was whether I could even make it that far. I had already scouted out the entrance beforehand.
If it comes down to it, I’ll have to bolt with everything I’ve got. There’s no other way.
As I thought this and subtly managed my energy.
“You said there’s no information beyond that.”
“…Yes. Nothing more has come through.”
“And you said Ade doesn’t slip out.”
“Yes.”
“Then there’s no helping it.”
Paewang nods as if he’s understood something.
“Given this situation.”
Is the only way to kill me and extract Ade? The moment I pulled my tension taut.
“I should be by your side.”
“…What?”
Strange words tumbled out. By my side?
“What do you mean by that…?”
“Exactly what I said. Don’t you understand?”
Paewang casually picks his nose and continues.
“Fine, Ade doesn’t get extracted. But since the Record is giving you information, shouldn’t we hear everything it has to say first?”
“But….”
It was a surprisingly simple approach.
“What if it refuses to give more information?”
Right now it’s only given me that brief information. Paewang seems to believe there must be other records as well.
‘What if that’s not the case?’
What if, contrary to his expectations, Ade refuses to provide any more information?
To that question, Paewang answers.
“Then I really will have to tear your arm out.”
“….”
His calm answer makes me certain I must obtain the information by any means.
Right. For now, that’s good. Let’s say it gives more information.
‘…Setting that aside.’
The next problem remains.
“…Once you’ve obtained all the information that way, what then?”
“What then?”
“Yes. Once you know the information about Chosik, what do you intend to do with me?”
The secret techniques of the Western Region’s Mok Sect.
What would happen after I gave him all the information about the final move?
To the question of how to dispose of a tool once its usefulness had expired.
“Who knows.”
Paewang laughed.
“I’ll figure that out when the time comes.”
“….”
For someone claiming to think about it, his eyes held an unusual gleam.
It was undoubtedly the most chilling response imaginable.

* * *
I escaped from Bigo. Paewang glanced at the armband wound around my wrist, then left saying he would return later and vanished.
It seemed he believed there was no point since I couldn’t remove the armband anyway.
‘So he’s saying he can find me whenever he wants.’
Whether I fled or hid, he had the confidence to track me down regardless.
Left alone at that moment.
‘What do I do.’
My worries multiplied. I never expected to become entangled with Paewang like this.
‘…I should never have picked up the armband.’
Whether I transferred the karma or not, I should have simply passed the armband to Paewang instead of taking it myself.
It felt like I’d ruined everything by trying to be clever.
“Damn it.”
What was I supposed to do now?
“Should I tell Wol Seon-geom about this?”
I thought confessing my dealings with Paewang to Wol Seon-geom might help.
‘…But I’m not sure.’
Wol Seon-geom himself didn’t seem like someone I could trust, so it was difficult to choose anything.
“Damn it. Why is this armband bound to me all of a sudden.”
It was complicated. Why had this armband suddenly reacted like this?
“…Rot.”
I repeated dry washes of my face. Whether the information entered my mind or not had become a problem either way.
“Sigh.”
Filled with frustration, I simply lay down on the bed.
Of all times, I found myself thinking of the old man I needed most.
“…Where did he go.”
Yoo Cheon-gil. Unknowingly, I found myself hoping he would appear soon.
As time passed and dawn arrived, I finally closed my eyes that hadn’t slept.
“…Huh?”
My face contorted at the familiar scene that unfolded before me.
“…Why all of a sudden?”
A white background.
A space I had visited countless times before.
The Illusion.
For reasons I could not fathom, my body had arrived there.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————