The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 395

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 395
Shortly after the topic of Bigo came up, we exchanged a few more words before Cheonhye-in withdrew.
-We can discuss Bigo again next time.
A confirmation of existence. This happened right after I revealed that Cheonhye-in knew about Bigo.
Cheonhye-in rose hastily, as if suggesting we save further conversation for later. After watching her leave, she seemed rather urgent about something.
“Hmm.”
Alone now, I tilted my head slightly.
“Bigo, then.”
I hadn’t expected her to bring up Bigo. It was only natural. Though Cheonhye-in knew about Bigo.
‘It should be fairly important information.’
The Sword Saint’s secret. The fact that she had discovered it and used it as leverage for negotiations seemed odd.
Moreover.
‘If she considered the possibility that I might know about it.’
Cheonhye-in is no fool. If she knows I’m the Sword Saint’s disciple.
She would have considered that I might also know about Bigo.
Yet despite thinking that through, she still brings this up as a bargaining chip.
‘What could she be thinking.’
At this point, Cheonhye-in’s intentions were rather curious to me.
‘Setting that aside for now….’
Even if I overlook the matter of Bigo, what’s critical is.
‘The matter of Eunwol Sword and Gungwi.’
I recalled the part Cheonhye-in was suspicious about.
‘Could it be true?’
The claim that Eunwol Sword is an agent of Gungwi and the Death King. I didn’t believe that statement much.
‘To call it an agent seems somehow off.’
The justifications she brought were ultimately nothing but speculation.
There were more than a few strange points to simply accept it at face value.
From the start….
‘The very existence of Gungwi is strange.’
The fact that the Celestial Demon is at odds with the Cheongwol Sect. In that state.
‘The Death King’s mentor is Gungwi.’
That that peculiar old man is a disciple of the Celestial Demon.
‘Everything is tangled strangely.’
Creak.
I leaned back against the chair and furrowed my brow.
‘Gungwi….’
What kind of figure is she? It seemed even stranger because I’d never properly considered it.
‘Of all times.’
Yoo Cheon-gil, the one person I could question about this, was nowhere to be found. And now another Celestial Demon gets entangled in this troublesome situation.
‘What should I do.’
As I paused in contemplation for a moment.
“Ah.”
A thought struck me. That’s right. I didn’t need to ask only Yoo Cheon-gil.
There were plenty of people around me who knew about Gungwi. After all, there were numerous individuals active in that era.
Whether the Sword Emperor or Paewang… or if not them.
‘That person would work too.’
Among those who were active in the same era, someone who was favorably disposed toward me.
I could think of exactly one person.
“Are you speaking of Gungwi?”
Gwima.
He was there, disguised as a woman. A Marin who was active during the same era as the Celestial Demon, and the one who served as the Scholar of the Demonic Sect.
When I summoned him and asked about Gungwi.
“…Why that crazy bitch…?”
‘Huh?’
Gwima displayed a rare reaction. Usually, this person only wore an expression devoid of emotion, but the moment he heard about Gungwi, his face contorted.
“…Is your relationship not good?”
It was almost laughable to ask. As a Marin, it was natural that his relationship with the Celestial Demon would be poor.
‘But it’s strange enough that he’d react like that.’
If Gwima was reacting this way, there was definitely something more to it.
“It is not a particularly good relationship.”
“I suppose that would be the case.”
“…With others, it might be different. But especially with Gungwi… it is somewhat complicated.”
“What do you mean?”
“Does the Heavenly Supreme know how Gungwi conducted herself during the war?”
“I do not know the details.”
The same applies to the activities of other members of the Celestial Demon, not just Gungwi.
What little is known…
‘Is merely about Yoo Cheon-gil and Paewang.’
Those who inflicted damage upon the Celestial Demon.
Or those who directly killed the Celestial Demon.
Only such stories circulate, and I never learned exactly what accomplishments the other members of the Celestial Demon achieved.
I never even bothered to investigate it.
“Gungwi is known as a master of assassination and sniping. But in reality, that is not the case.”
“Then…?”
“Her true role was as a torturer.”
“What?”
A torturer?
It was a role I had never anticipated.
‘…The most beautiful woman in the world was a torturer?’
Though I had never seen her, a woman said to be the most beautiful in the world.
A figure who went around torturing Marins?
‘I can’t even imagine it.’
The words seemed entirely out of place.
“Torture, you say. What method could it have been….”
Torture during wartime wasn’t unusual. In a world where morality had blurred, torture was certainly possible.
‘Just how cruelly must she have acted.’
For Gwima to despise her so intensely.
“Is that why you avoid Gungwi?”
“It’s not entirely for that reason, but… I suspect most who have ever encountered her would react similarly.”
“…Ah, yes.”
Gwima’s reaction was remarkably vivid. I hadn’t realized such intense aversion could be expressed so clearly.
‘Even when mentioning Yoo Cheon-gil, who directly killed the Celestial Demon, he wasn’t like this.’
His hatred for Gungwi was so profound it made me genuinely uneasy.
‘…What kind of person is she?’
The Celestial Demon who returned to the Northern Sea.
I heard she had entered the Central Plains now.
‘Tch.’
A difficult person indeed.
‘Setting aside that she’s a torturer. Why is such a person entangled with the Death King. That old man?’
An old man I already didn’t want to recall. Yet the Celestial Demon connected to him? Even worse.
I wanted to avoid any involvement if possible. My first impression had been ruined.
‘…Fine.’
I nodded to myself. I must not become entangled with Gungwi.
Just as I was coming to that understanding.
“If possible, I would hope that the Heavenly One also remains uninvolved with that wench… no, with Gungwi.”
“Yes, I just decided the same thing.”
I must never become entangled.
So I resolved in my mind.
‘Something feels off though.’
The feeling was ominous. My very soul resonated with unease. A sense of dread coiled around my entire being.
This was the worst kind of feeling.
As always, when such sensations arose.
‘It feels like I’ll become entangled anyway.’
These ominous premonitions….
Had a troubling habit of coming true.

* * *
Night fell. Throughout the day, there was little of importance to do. No training with the Sword Emperor, no lessons with Sochul Daeju.
Even my sessions with Dok-ryong had ceased.
Wol Seon-geom had granted me several days of rest at his behest.
‘I wonder if this truly counts as rest.’
I would have welcomed simple respite, but a single task had been thrust upon me.
“Ugh….”
Sleep eluded me. I lay upon my bed, exhaling only sighs.
‘It’s painfully obvious….’
If I slept, I would slip into the Spirit Dream once more. I knew this instinctively. I clawed at my cheeks in frustration.
‘…What am I to do?’
No answer presented itself. Though I had endured this before.
‘That man was nothing short of a monster.’
I despised the cunning Yoo Cheon-gil of now far more than the bloodthirsty twenty-year-old version I had faced.
‘His strength is one matter. But everything else is the problem.’
An aura of absolute invincibility.
That was the crux of it.
‘Damn it.’
How many more times would I need to die? How many repetitions before I could prevail?
‘Yet there is one consolation….’
With each cycle, I managed to discover some path forward, however slight.
“Sigh.”
I exhaled another deep breath.
‘Whatever his purpose may be….’
There must be meaning in it.
Whether this was Yoo Cheon-gil’s doing or something else entirely, I could not say. But it had always been thus.
‘The Spirit Dream yields something of value.’
Within Yoo Cheon-gil’s Spirit Dream, there was surely something to be gained.
I chose to believe in that.
No matter how reluctant I was, there had always been something to obtain. I resolved to hold fast to this single truth.
Slowly, I closed my eyes.
‘Let us go….’
With the feeling of ascending the scaffold, my consciousness gradually scattered away.
Whoooosh—!!!

* * *
“….”
When I opened my eyes again, the same landscape as before materialized before me.
‘A grassland.’
A grassland drenched in the stench of blood. Corpses scattered about.
Moonlight casting its glow, and a solitary boulder.
And upon it, Yoo Cheon-gil sat.
Everything was identical. Not a single detail had changed, and I clicked my tongue in frustration.
‘Very well.’
I would proceed as I had memorized before.
Since I had already fought once, I was not entirely without information.
Clang.
I grasped the sword’s hilt. My gaze fixed upon Yoo Cheon-gil sitting in the distance.
‘…At first.’
He had charged at me. Recalling that, I assumed my stance.
“Mm.”
Yoo Cheon-gil reacted upon noticing me. In that moment, tension gripped me.
‘Focus.’
I could not afford to miscalculate. It was no different. This time too, through countless repetitions, I would ultimately seize what I desired.
Whether it took thousands or tens of thousands of attempts, I could not say.
As I steeled my resolve and ignited the flame in my eyes.
“Meeting again, I see.”
“…What?”
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke, his blue eyes gleaming.
As he lifted the corners of his mouth, my body went rigid.
‘…What is this?’
It was entirely unexpected.

* * *
Skreeeeeeeee—!!!
Late into the night, as dark clouds obscured the moon and light grew scarce.
Someone opened their eyes amid the gradually settling silence.
Eyes of pale sky-blue pierced through the veil of darkness, casting light into the gloom.
Wind was blowing.
“The weather is not favorable, I’m afraid.”
A worn and weathered voice spoke to the woman. At those words, she turned to regard the hunchbacked old man beside her.
“Is that so?”
Her quiet tone caused the air itself to settle.
“It seems like perfectly pleasant weather to me.”
It was not unpleasant. Neither too hot nor too cold.
A feeling entirely different from the bitter winds of the Northern Sea.
She had always favored such weather.
Yes. She had loved this land.
Only.
That was no longer the case.
“My disciple.”
The hunchbacked old man responded once more to her blunt tone.
“Yes, Mentor.”
“The wind has changed.”
“….”
It was no mere observation. As the old man’s eyes rolled, considering the reason behind her words.
“That vile creature’s disciple—he is on this land, is he not?”
“Ah….”
At the woman’s continued words, the old man grasped her meaning.
“Indeed.”
“Wol-hyeop, if I recall correctly.”
Her face twisted as though merely remembering would turn her stomach.
The disciple of an enemy she wished to tear asunder.
That creature was crawling across this very land.
“A worm, nothing more.”
A chill crystallized in the woman’s eyes.
Shhhhhhh—!!
Frigid energy swept across the entire mountain in an instant.
Keeeeeeee—
As the cold and yin energy surged, the vengeful spirits sustaining the mountain cried out in unison.
Malice and murderous intent intertwined.
“I should pay him a visit.”
The woman slowly rose to her feet.
A land I had sought for over a decade.
Upon it, the master of the snowy wasteland began to move.
For Bangseong-yeon, it carried a most ominous meaning.

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