The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 392

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 392
A familiar space against a pristine white background.
I opened my eyes in what is called Yoo Cheon-gil’s Illusion.
‘…What is this.’
I had just closed my eyes, yet when I regained consciousness, I found myself in an Illusion.
‘Where has Yoo Cheon-gil gone?’
I focused my senses.
Uuuuung.
I attempted to locate Yoo Cheon-gil by resonating my spirit.
‘…He’s not there?’
Remarkably, I could not sense Yoo Cheon-gil’s presence. What? This man is gone?
‘In my own Illusion, the absence of Yoo Cheon-gil—what does this mean?’
Ordinarily, Yoo Cheon-gil would cast the Illusion and confine me within it. Yet now, despite having entered the Illusion, I could not sense his presence.
This is strange. I cannot feel the master of the Illusion.
‘I naturally assumed this man was responsible.’
How has this come to pass? I narrow my eyes and survey my surroundings.
‘Should I stand up first?’
I could forcibly awaken myself if necessary. It would require somewhat drastic measures, but it was not entirely impossible.
Strictly speaking, I could employ such methods.
‘But not yet.’
I should investigate a bit further.
As I was observing my surroundings with that thought.
Uuuuuuung—!!!
‘Hm?’
My inner essence resonates. And not only that.
‘Why is this happening?’
The armband on my wrist and the Divine Sword at my waist were resonating together.
‘…These came along too?’
I realized this belatedly. Now that I think about it, how did these items get here?
‘Can objects be brought into an Illusion?’
It is not impossible. Objects imbued with divine essence, Divine Swords used by Shamans can be brought along…’
‘Ah.’
That’s right.
‘This armband was a Divine Sword.’
A radiant object brimming with divine essence. Since this armband possessed such qualities, it could be considered a Divine Sword.
‘…But it is not my Divine Sword.’
It was not mine. Strictly speaking, I was carrying an item belonging to the Western Region Muk Clan, yet it came along as though it were my own Divine Sword. This is peculiar.
‘The same applies to the Divine Sword.’
Why did these objects come along? This contradicts everything I know. I roll my eyes and examine my surroundings, but unlike bringing objects along, there is nothing else present.
‘What could it be.’
What is the nature of this illusion? It feels like an illusion created by Yoo Cheon-gil, yet.
‘There’s something subtly foreign about it.’
It doesn’t feel like a mere illusion. What could this be? As I pondered this.
Crack–!!!
Fissures suddenly spider across the white backdrop. My brow furrowed as the background fractured in an instant.
Crumble crumble crumble.
Cracks spread across the entire expanse, and the background began to collapse entirely. It happened in a mere moment. The space that had been constructed in that instant shattered completely, and a new space I had never seen before materialized.
‘This place.’
Is it ruins? Ruins beneath a risen moon. It wasn’t dark. A brilliant moon hung in the sky above. As its light illuminated the entire ground.
“…!”
My eyes widened. Something began to manifest on the ground. That is.
‘…Corpses?’
Bodies. Dozens upon dozens of corpses lay scattered across the ground. What is this?
‘Why is it so vivid?’
An illusion is supposed to be a lucid dream, but the state of these corpses is far too vivid. Moreover, it was grotesque.
Bodies severed, torn, and mangled lay strewn about in all directions, and the ruins were drenched in blood.
I’ve witnessed worse, so it wasn’t enough to make me retch, but it was still a difficult sight to behold.
‘What is this?’
The problem is that this is supposed to be an illusion. Where did all these piled corpses come from?
As I hesitated and took a slight step back.
“Was there still something left?”
A voice reaches my ears. I paused and turned my gaze toward the source of the voice.
‘Ah.’
I could tell immediately upon seeing.
‘It’s Yoo Cheon-gil.’
The figure before me was Yoo Cheon-gil.
However.
‘He’s young.’
Indeed, he was young. This man was also Yoo Cheon-gil in his younger years.
‘…His age….’
I cannot tell. It’s impossible to discern. However, the atmosphere was distinctly different from the twenty-year-old Yoo Cheon-gil I had last seen.
Back then, he was an existence ravaged to the extreme, exhaling only the will to kill.
‘The atmosphere is different, and his body itself is different.’
Unlike that time when despite his height he was quite gaunt, now his physique was smaller than the Yoo Cheon-gil I knew, yet his body was packed with muscle.
His expression was the same. With a sinister grin, his entire body was drenched in blood.
‘I see.’
I wondered who had created these corpses, and it seems the young Yoo Cheon-gil before me is the culprit.
Bathed in moonlight and grinning while soaked in blood—no matter how I look at it, it sends chills down my spine.
“How did you survive?”
He speaks to me.
“You surely couldn’t have survived that?”
“….”
“Listen. Are you mute? You can’t speak?”
There seemed to be some misunderstanding. Perhaps he was viewing me as the same kind of existence as these corpses….
‘What?’
I stopped mid-thought. I noticed something in my downward gaze.
‘Why does my clothing look like this?’
The clothes I wore had changed. I was dressed in the same black martial robes as the corpses.
“Ha.”
The moment I confirmed it, a hollow laugh escaped me. This damned situation.
“You’re laughing?”
Yoo Cheon-gil’s laughter deepened at my amusement.
“…Ah, my apologies. The situation is just so absurd.”
I held back the sigh that threatened to escape.
“Oh, you could speak after all?”
Yoo Cheon-gil asks with gleaming eyes.
Then.
“You wretched thing of ■■. Do you still think you can match me?”
“…What?”
Who?
‘Why did the sound suddenly become muffled?’
A wretched thing of whom? I hadn’t heard what Yoo Cheon-gil said at first.
What did he say? Unable to comprehend, my face contorted.
“You overestimate yourself. What difference does it make to bring reinforcements?”
Crash.
A massive sword slams down onto the ground.
“Even if you’d regained your senses by now, you still act so pathetically.”
“…Mm.”
Cold sweat drips from the formidable energy wrapped around the blade.
‘I’m going mad.’
I was horrified by the level of that energy.
What is that aura? I could tell the azure hue was definitely the sword energy of the Cheonwol Sect.
‘Why is it so dense?’
The thickly condensed energy sends chills down my spine just to witness. It was entirely different from Wol Seon-geom’s cool sword energy.
“Curse your feeble master. Finding me was a sin in itself.”
Screeeech-!!!
“…!”
The moment the blade drags across the floor, Yoo Cheon-gil’s figure appears before my eyes.
Fast. I couldn’t even tell when he flew over.
Boom-!!!
‘Insane.’
An explosion erupts from behind me. The sound of Yoo Cheon-gil’s leap.
A simple rush forward. Just from that, I could discern the difference in speed.
But.
Whoooosh–!!
“Huh?”
I evaded his blade. The moment I sidestepped, Yoo Cheon-gil’s eyes widened.
“You dodged?”
His gaze suggested he never expected me to evade.
‘Damn it.’
I assessed his speed. Hesitation would render this meaningless. The Illusion had always been like this.
‘A battle I absolutely cannot win in a single exchange.’
It was a confrontation that made me feel an overwhelming wall, far beyond precarious.
“Huff.”
I focus my gaze intently.
Wol-an opens, and I perceive the sword path. Furthermore.
Crackle–!!!!
I unleash Wol Cheon with all my strength.
“…What?”
Yoo Cheon-gil’s expression contorts upon witnessing this.
I drew the Divine Sword and immediately attacked him. Rotating my waist a half turn to channel power into the spin.
Clang.
Gwangwol Seomgyeong flows powerfully through it. Moving the Divine Sword, I swing it toward Yoo Cheon-gil.
Boom–!!
A harsh sound erupts. Yoo Cheon-gil swings his great sword to block. The blades vibrate against each other. But I was pushed back more.
“Ugh!”
I’m overwhelmed by the force. I barely maintain my footing against the ground to minimize damage, but.
“Hey.”
Azure eyes descend before me.
“What is that? It’s clearly the energy of the Cheonwol Sect, yet something is different.”
The sword path becomes clear.
‘Two.’
Which of the two? There’s no time to deliberate.
I grasped the Divine Sword at an angle.
Clang–!! Screech–!!!
It was correct. I deflect the attack approaching from the left using the blade’s flat.
Crack–! The sword springs up as if rebounding.
My shoulder tingles. Such a brutish man.
“Exhale.”
I steady my breathing and lower my stance. My form has deteriorated somewhat given the circumstances, but.
‘I must do this.’
Even so, I had to proceed.
I unleashed Wolrang.
The crescent moon hurtled swiftly toward Yoo Cheon-gil.
“Ha!”
Recognition flashed across Yoo Cheon-gil’s face as he identified Wolrang, his expression contorting.
And then.
“Insolent.”
Crack—!
“…!”
Wolrang shattered. Yoo Cheon-gil had casually deflected it with his greatsword.
Our blades had clashed. Even my speed had been superior in that moment.
‘Was I insane?’
Yet Yoo Cheon-gil flicked me away with such effortless ease that such considerations became utterly irrelevant.
“I see.”
As my body staggered from the rebound of his counterattack.
“So you are that one.”
Yoo Cheon-gil’s eyes gleamed with sudden comprehension.
“A foolish replica. Nothing more than a pathetic imitation.”
His mouth twisted into a grin that split his face. My body froze involuntarily at that laughter.
Killing intent.
A murderous aura far exceeding that of the twenty-year-old Yoo Cheon-gil. Unlike the calamity that had remained undefined before, this time a suffocating dread coiled around my throat.
I struggled desperately to move my neck against that overwhelming presence.
“Disappear.”
Whoooosh—!!
At a speed beyond perception, Yoo Cheon-gil’s blade cleaved across my body.
That was.
“…Gasp.”
The end of my memory.

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I jolted upright, immediately cradling my face in my hands.
“…Ugh….”
My entire body was drenched in cold sweat, as expected. The aftermath of the Illusion.
“Haah…. Hah.”
My breathing hadn’t fully returned, and ragged gasps continued to escape my lips.
“…This is absurd.”
What was that I just experienced? The difficulty of the Illusion had always been grotesquely high, but.
‘This is simply too much, even by those standards.’
What was I supposed to do against that monster?
‘…That speed just now.’
It was different from when it first lunged. It seemed to have been holding back its power even then.
‘I’m going mad.’
I couldn’t even react properly. My body had frozen in terror from the start, leaving me helpless.
‘…And I’m supposed to overcome that.’
Overcome such a monster? This Illusion was clearly insane, no matter how I looked at it.
‘Moreover.’
The strange part was.
‘…Is this really an Illusion prepared by Yoo Cheon-gil?’
An Illusion that didn’t feel like Yoo Cheon-gil at all.
I couldn’t help but wonder if this was truly an Illusion created by him.
“…Sigh.”
I finished wiping away the sweat. The mental exhaustion was overwhelming.
I had wanted to rest, but I was dragged away the moment I lay down—how could I possibly be fine?
“What do I do?”
How should I handle this? The situation with the Abyss was already problematic, and now the Illusion as well.
As I was racking my brain over this difficult predicament.
Rumble.
“…Hm?”
I sensed a presence from across the residence.
What? This is the residence Wol Seon-geom provided for me. No one should be able to approach it carelessly.
‘Could it be Paewang?’
For a moment I wondered if it might be him, but that seemed unlikely.
If it were Paewang, he wouldn’t let his presence leak out like this. Then who could it be?
As I pondered in confusion.
-It is I, Wol Muhui.
“…!”
I was startled. A voice transmission had suddenly reached me.
It was Gwima. He had sent the transmission.
‘…Was he nearby all along?’
I hadn’t seen him in some time and had nearly forgotten—but the Gwima was here.
-I apologize. There were too many eyes watching, so I could not remain by your side…. Please punish me for my incompetence….
No, I have no intention of punishing you.
I left the Gwima drowning in guilt as he was.
‘…Wol Muhui, you say?’
Cheonhye-in.
I focused on the fact that she had come to find me.
Knock, knock.
As the sound of footsteps drew near and reached the door.
“Are you in there?”
I heard Cheonhye-in’s voice.

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