The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 393

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 393
“Are you in there?”
A delicate, refined voice reached my ears. It was Cheonhye-in.
“Yes, I’m here.”
She was looking for me. I wondered if I’d misunderstood, but it didn’t seem that way.
‘There’s no one else Cheonhye-in would use that tone of voice with but me.’
Recalling how she speaks coldly to me while pretending to be fine elsewhere.
She must have come knowing it was me. That’s why she used that voice.
But.
‘Why did she come looking for me?’
How she found this place was the only thing that puzzled me.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll just open the door.”
“…What’s the matter?”
Faced with her stubborn attitude, I answered hastily.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“…Go ahead?”
“I wanted to see your face while I said it. Can I come in?”
Why did she insist on seeing my face? Watching Cheonhye-in wanting to enter, I spoke.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”
“Why not?”
“I’m naked right now.”
“…Pardon?”
At my words, Cheonhye-in’s voice took on a flustered tone. Was this the direct approach after all?
“I naturally sleep naked. That’s why I’m naked now.”
“…You didn’t do that when we were camping.”
Ah, that’s true.
‘I’ve slept with Cheonhye-in before.’
During our travels, we often had to sleep together out of necessity. It would be strange not to find that odd, but.
“That was outside. This is my comfortable private space, so I do as I please.”
“That’s really a filthy habit.”
“Filthy? It’s actually quite clean and hygienic.”
“I don’t want to imagine it. Stop talking about it. And get dressed quickly.”
“…No, why? I wanted to sleep more.”
“I have something to tell you face to face, so get dressed now.”
“But…”
She was saying she didn’t want to see me, yet she was trying so hard to come in. What was her reason?
Moreover.
“…How did you know I was here?”
It was information I hadn’t shared. How did she find out? I asked, puzzled.
“There are many ways to find out.”
What a shameless answer.
‘…What’s with that confidence?’
There are many ways to find out. Anyone could see that she’d placed someone around me.
‘Damn, is it because Yoo Cheon-gil isn’t here?’
I hadn’t heard any reports of someone watching me.
As I was recalling that.
-Heavenly One. There is no one watching.
Gwima spoke to me through a mental transmission.
‘…No one watching?’
I frowned at Gwima’s words. Given his realm, if he said there was no one nearby, it would be believable.
‘But if he failed to sense them.’
Then a martial artist with power beyond his level was attached to my side.
‘That shouldn’t be the case.’
If anyone beyond that, it would likely be the Sword Emperor or Paewang, but those two gentlemen weren’t the type to move for Cheonhye-in’s sake.
“You didn’t place eyes around me. Where did you get your information?”
“….”
When I firmly asserted that there would be no one around me, Cheonhye-in suddenly closed her mouth.
“You sound quite confident…?”
“I also have many ways to find out.”
I turned her own words back on her, and from beyond the door came the sound of her laughing—ha, ha.
“…Fine then. Can I come in now?”
“I told you I’m naked.”
“Get dressed. I’m counting to five and coming in.”
“Wait…!”
Five? How am I supposed to get dressed in five seconds?
“One…. Two.”
Cheonhye-in actually began counting very slowly. She didn’t care whether I was naked or not.
“Three.”
“…I told you to wait.”
The counting continued, and as I wondered what to do.
-Heavenly One.
Gwima spoke to me.
-Shall I handle her?
His tone made it clear he was quite displeased with Cheonhye-in. Gwima was serious. He was simply asking whether to kill her right here.
‘…As if I would.’
My relationship with Cheonhye-in wasn’t particularly good, but she wasn’t at the level where I would kill her.
-Stay quiet.
I stopped Gwima for now.
-…Understood.
When I heard his response.
“Five.”
Cheonhye-in finished counting.
Creak.
She opened the door.
“What on earth were you doing that your face looks like——”
Cheonhye-in, who had been speaking with irritation, stopped upon seeing my face.
“…Huh?”
“….”
I hadn’t wanted to show her my completely transformed appearance like this, yet here I was.
Though according to Wol Seon-geom, she would have seen it in a few days anyway.
“No…. Um….”
Cheonhye-in stiffened as she looked at me, her words becoming rigid.
She seemed quite startled. Seeing her reaction, I laughed awkwardly.
“There were circumstances——”
“Why did you become so handsome…?”
“Pardon?”
“Oh.”
The moment Cheonhye-in spoke, she covered her mouth with her hand.
Then.
“…No…. That is.”
Her face flushed crimson like a ruby.

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The effects of my rebirth extended far beyond the growth of my physique.
My skin had become impossibly clear, every blemish vanished, and my facial features themselves carried subtle yet profound changes.
Yet that subtlety wielded far greater impact than I’d anticipated.
‘…I’ve certainly grown more handsome.’
Perhaps even comparable to my Father now.
My previously youthful and delicate features had been refined with masculine dignity.
Personally, I preferred my face as it was now.
Objectively, anyone would agree, and it seemed Cheonhye-in felt the same way.
“I have grown rather handsome, haven’t I?”
As I spoke with a satisfied shrug, the ball of fire before me bit her lip.
“Could you please stop?”
“That’s quite a polite way to be rude.”
She continued fanning her face with her hand, aware that she’d said something she shouldn’t have.
I’d never seen her face turn such a shade of red before.
“Why are you so embarrassed? It’s the truth, after all.”
“…You. I’ve thought this for a while now, but regardless of other matters, that shamelessness of yours is truly remarkable.”
Cheonhye-in spoke as though exasperated. But what could I do when it was the truth?
‘I may know nothing of martial arts or such things.’
But when it came to appearance, I was confident.
How much so?
‘I’d even devised a plan to seduce some merchant’s daughter and live lavishly off her wealth if circumstances allowed.’
I had more than one strategy relying on the value of my face.
Though that plan had been ruined by some Moyong family’s daughter.
“Shameless? That’s called excellent self-awareness.”
“….”
Cheonhye-in said nothing more. Her flushed face gradually returned to its normal color.
“…Forget what I just said. I misspoke.”
“Forget? That’s an odd way to make a request…. Very well.”
I sensed I shouldn’t tease further. Her gaze had grown rather fierce.
“…So, what happened?”
Cheonhye-in asked, scrutinizing me. She seemed to be focusing on my transformed body rather than my face.
“Well. I experienced a fortunate encounter.”
“…A fortunate encounter?”
She frowned upon hearing this. Then—
“Don’t tell me you underwent a rebirth?”
She’d grasped the situation immediately from those words alone.
“…Yes. Well….”
Since there was no way to conceal it, I answered honestly.
“No…. How could you….”
A complete metamorphosis isn’t something to mention casually, yet Cheonhye-in stumbles over her words at my nonchalant tone.
Watching her reaction, I scratch my head slightly.
“How did it happen?”
“…That’s not something that can be resolved with such simple words, is it?”
“You’re right. But.”
What can I do about it.
“It just happened that way.”
I’ve undergone a complete metamorphosis. What could Cheonhye-in possibly say to that.
“Ha….”
Faced with my confident attitude, she loses her words again.
“…You really are…an incomprehensible person.”
“I hear that often. It must be a compliment?”
“Half of it is.”
“And the other half is an insult…?”
This is ridiculous.
“…Anyway, why did you come looking for me?”
“….”
Cheonhye-in stares at me intently. Perhaps because I glossed over the metamorphosis so casually? Dissatisfaction flickers in her eyes, but.
‘What difference would it make if I explained.’
Listening to details wouldn’t change anything. Right now, I was more curious about why Cheonhye-in had come here.
“…I see.”
Instead of speaking, Cheonhye-in nods her head.
“I wondered why you’d relocated. It seems Moonju knows about this. Isn’t that right?”
“…Yes.”
Her expression shows she’s already grasped the situation before I could respond.
She’s sharp, as expected.
“You’re quite perceptive.”
“Didn’t you deliberately leak information so I’d understand?”
“Partially?”
Once she knew I’d relocated and saw my metamorphosis, I figured Cheonhye-in would catch on quickly anyway.
“What did Moonju say?”
“Nothing much. He just told me to stay hidden for a few days.”
“A few days…?”
At the mention of “a few days,” Cheonhye-in’s eyes narrow.
“Are you planning to reveal yourself at the Cheongrang Assembly…?”
“The Cheongrang Assembly?”
I’d never heard of it before.
“…This is absurd. It feels like you’ve already decided on the answer.”
The more Cheonhye-in speaks, the more her expression contorts.
“What is the Cheongrang Assembly?”
When I asked her, she looked at me with a rather hostile gaze.
“It’s the festival that Cheonwol Sect holds every few years. You’ve never heard of it?”
“…No, I haven’t.”
Who would explain such things to me?
‘I became part of Sowoldae right after joining, so there was no way I could have heard about it.’
It would be different if the disciples mingled with one another.
I entered Sowoldae from the start and operated there, and Sowoldae was a place where individualism ran deep.
Aside from Do-hyeong and Cheonhye-in, I had never really gotten close to anyone.
So there was no way I could have known this information.
“Since I don’t know, I’m asking. So what is it?”
“….”
At my words, Cheonhye-in fell silent before continuing with a sigh.
“…The Cheongrang Festival is a celebration held by Cheonwol Sect once every three years.”
“Oh….”
They held something like that here? It seemed like a place with no interest in such things.
“What kind of festival is it?”
“It’s a martial competition held between those who own Wol-an within the sect.”
“…Hm?”
A martial competition between Wol-an owners? At those words, I narrowed my brows for a moment.
“…All the owners?”
“Not all of them. Those at the level of Moonju and the Elders are excluded.”
All Wol-an owners except Wol Seon-geom.
They hold a martial competition among themselves?
“The problem is… there’s something big added to this Cheongrang Festival.”
“Something big?”
“I think you would have heard this, but you do know that the succession battle for the Deputy Moonju is about to begin, right?”
“Yes.”
I had heard about it. I was already irritated by it.
“They’ve decided to hold that succession battle together with this Cheongrang Festival.”
“…The Cheongrang Festival and the succession battle together?”
“Yes. But… that’s going to start in a few days. It seems Moonju is planning to present you before everyone at that time.”
“Ah.”
At those words, I understood why Cheonhye-in harbored such displeasure.
Introducing me to people at that timing meant.
‘He wants to demonstrate that level of presence.’
It was an intention to draw all eyes toward me.
Though I’m not sure of the reason.
“I suspect Moonju might want to make you the Deputy Moonju.”
“…No way.”
Wol Seon-geom? It didn’t seem like that man would make such a choice deliberately.
However, Cheonhye-in’s eyes were already filled with certainty.
“…Sigh.”
A deep breath carried all manner of emotions within it.
Seeing her like that, I changed the subject.
“Never mind that…. So why did you come looking for me?”
“…Ah.”
Upon mentioning the reason for her visit, Cheonhye-in, who had forgotten the main point, reacted belatedly.
“I originally came to ask you something, but now I’m not sure if it’s right to ask you in your current state.”
“Just tell me anyway.”
I needed to hear it, so I focused my attention. With my ears perked up like that.
“…You know the Eunwol Sword has returned, right? I heard you two had some friction.”
“Yes. Well….”
The Eunwol Sword, Yoo Yul.
The epithet of Wol Seon-geom’s disciple flowed from her lips.
When I suddenly wondered why Yoo Yul was being mentioned here.
“What do you think of him?”
“Pardon?”
What do I think of him? Of what?
Unable to understand, I asked back.
“…I find him suspicious.”
“Suspicious? In what way?”
At my question, Cheonhye-in spoke to me with a grave expression.
“The Eunwol Sword…. I suspect he may be Gungwi’s spy.”
What?
An unexpected epithet had just been thrown out.

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