The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 397

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 397
The Cheongwol Sect Tournament begins.
With only a single day remaining, it was after Wol Seon-geom had appeared and carelessly stirred up trouble before departing.
-Whose masterpiece was superior.
Whether it was Wol Seon-geom’s own disciple.
Or me, Geomseong’s Predecessor, who was more exceptional.
Such a simple and foolish question of curiosity.
I found myself reacting to that trivial remark.
‘I’ve lost my mind.’
Yes, I’ve gone mad.
Without madness, I wouldn’t have gotten entangled in such nonsense.
‘The Cheongwol Sect Tournament is a disease.’
A competition for the position of Moonju? Ridiculous. I had no curiosity about such things and wanted nothing to do with them.
‘The Eunwol Sword?’
That person’s identity was no different. Normally, I wouldn’t have harbored any curiosity about such a human either.
Gungwi, the Death King.
I was done entangling myself with strange things. The same applied to the Eunwol Sword.
‘So what if he’s Wol Seon-geom’s disciple.’
A masterpiece worthy of Wol Seon-geom’s confident proclamation? A monster blessed with exceptional talent?
‘What do I care.’
Whatever such a being intended to do was none of my concern.
‘…It should have been that way.’
Where did things go wrong.
“Sigh….”
Where did things go wrong. Yoo Cheon-gil. Everything went wrong the moment I met that old man.
By now, the problem was simply me.
“I’m a fool. A complete fool.”
A supreme fool at that.
Here stood an idiot who had caught some strange obsession.
“Why am I getting heated?”
Since when was I a martial artist.
My only goal had been to live a simple, peaceful life, yet it had become twisted beyond recognition.
‘…If this is how it’ll be, I’d rather be entangled with the Demon.’
I wanted to dive into the center of a world where blades and blood danced freely.
‘Have I truly gone insane.’
In my past life, Baek Manager and Grandmother would have laughed at me.
Singing about wanting to live so ordinarily. And yet here I was.
“Ha.”
I laughed at myself mockingly.
Yet within, I was telling myself something.
—Still, it’s fun, isn’t it?
You’re enjoying this too, aren’t you?
‘….’
I brush my hair back. A figure flashes across my blue eyes.
It was Yoo Cheon-gil, smiling at me with displeasure.
‘Damn old man.’
He’s definitely hiding somewhere, scheming something bizarre. If that weren’t the case, I wouldn’t be in this predicament.
“…Sigh.”
I exhale deeply.
A sigh laden with every emotion imaginable.
And the most dominant emotion among them was acceptance.
Accepting that I’ve gone mad.
That’s what I’m accepting right now.
“I’ve entered a mad world, so I must be mad too.”
I even console myself with such words.
I turn my gaze toward the window.
Light seeps through the window frame on a night when a blue moon hangs in the sky.
“….”
I stare at it for a moment, then lie back on the bed.
‘There’s too much to think about.’
Gungwi. Death King. Paewang. Martial Arts Alliance. The Moonju’s rumors.
And.
‘My brother.’
The Younger Master of the Bang Clan. Even that annoying brother of mine is entangled with the master of assassination.
There was so much I needed to see.
‘Yet knowing all this.’
I’m only looking at what lies before me now. This really doesn’t suit me.
Normally, I would have grasped a plan and followed through with it.
‘I’ve been tainted.’
—Why do you worry so much?
‘Everything.’
—Just do what you want to do.
‘I’ve been tainted by that old man.’
I recall the blue-eyed giant and close my eyes.
What I want to do right now.
Without realizing it, I’m already heading there.

* * *
“….”
I opened my eyes. Somehow, I had already crawled back into the spirit dream from yesterday.
“….”
With calm eyes, I gazed ahead. It was the same as before. Among the corpses of the slaughtered, I could see Yoo Cheon-gil sitting atop a boulder.
The younger Yoo Cheon-gil looked down at me.
I focused on his gaze.
“Hmm….”
His gaze was different from last time.
“You… what are you?”
His words were different too. Last time he recognized me, but this time it was different again.
This meant one thing.
‘His fractured mind had been repaired once more.’
When the spirit dream shattered before, I had awakened on my own. It seemed something had changed since then.
‘Regardless.’
*Shing.*
I drew my sword.
Then, looking at Yoo Cheon-gil, I resolved myself.
‘Nothing will change.’
There was only one thing I had to do anyway.
“Hmm?”
At my attitude, Yoo Cheon-gil tilted his head.
“You’ve got spirit. Shall we give it a try?”
The moment I drew my sword, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
*Screech.*
A massive sword in his hand appeared. It was not Manwol.
Just an enormous blade.
A sword of sheer force, not technique.
Grasping it, Yoo Cheon-gil rushed at me in an instant.
The moon waned as the blade’s edge gleamed.
*Crack-!!*
By then, my body was already executing Wol Cheon.
The Cheongwol Heart Technique flowed through every meridian in my body. My form lifted weightlessly as I fell into a state of no-self.
Wol-an perceived Yoo Cheon-gil’s sword path.
*Whoosh-!*
I evaded the strike. His blade grazed my cheek.
I twisted my waist in recoil. Blue energy swept across my divine sword.
Wolrang.
Just as I was about to unleash a crescent moon toward Yoo Cheon-gil.
*Scrape-!*
My vision split in half.
“….”
I staggered and regained my footing.
“What… are you?”
The identical voice seeped into my ears.
Yoo Cheon-gil sat in his original position far away.
“Ah.”
He’s dead. It seems Wolrang failed and died.
Good.
“This isn’t it.”
I accumulated information in my mind.
“Yes, this is it.”
A laugh escaped me at the nauseating, repulsive sensation. Ah, that’s right. This was it.
“What?”
Yoo Cheon-gil narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.
In response to his question, I drew my sword and spoke.
“It’s nothing. Nothing significant.”
Crackle, crackle, crackle. This time, I activated Wol Cheon differently from before.
“I’m just irritated thinking about the hardship ahead.”
“…Hmm?”
“Let’s finish this quickly.”
Time was running out.
This endless night.
It would be far longer than I anticipated.

* * *
Chirp—! Chirp chirp—!
I opened my eyes to the sound of birds singing.
My exhausted gaze swept across the ceiling, and before long, I pushed myself upright.
“…Hmm.”
I rose while touching my neck.
“…It’s been a while.”
How long had it been? Seeing that ceiling again stirred countless emotions within me.
‘How much time has passed?’
In real time, only a few hours could have elapsed at most. But my perception felt dozens of times longer.
‘How many times was it?’
My throat slashed, my heart torn out.
My waist severed or split lengthwise and crosswise—I’d lost count of how many times.
In total, I could never have counted them all.
And counting each one individually made my skin crawl, so I stopped halfway through.
I simply died an absurdly large number of times.
After dying so many times, I finally awakened from the dream realm.
There was only one reason.
“There’s no way.”
There was no method to defeat Yoo Cheon-gil.
“There’s absolutely no strategy.”
How many more times would I need to die?
And how many more times would I need to clash before finding a way? I’d pondered this for so long.
“There isn’t. There’s no such thing….”
He was a monster.
Based on the information I could glean from our battles.
‘He’s at the age of thirty.’
Thirty years old.
Yoo Cheon-gil’s age was thirty.
‘At thirty, to possess such power…?’
The Second Disciples I’d encountered at Hwasan.
Or the Second Disciples that existed within the Cheongwol Sect were around that same age.
Or even the younger Third Disciples would be around thirty.
‘The level is simply incomparable.’
Compared to such individuals, Yoo Cheon-gil was simply a monster.
The makings of the greatest under heaven throughout all ages.
I could see that as Yoo Cheon-gil aged, he would possess increasingly absurd power.
‘No method works.’
Unlike before when there had been some way, the thirty-year-old Yoo Cheon-gil was an impregnable fortress itself.
Even using every means at my disposal, I could not reach him.
‘I should at least show some opportunity and try.’
With this situation, my enthusiasm seemed to cool completely.
“Damn it.”
I lay back down. Since I couldn’t sleep, I tried to keep my mind awake.
If I fell asleep like this, I’d see that mad monster again.
“What should I do?”
I was genuinely troubled.
“…Is there really no way?”
Unlike before, when even crude methods would help me overcome challenges, this spirit dream was truly insane.
That was the conclusion I had reached.
Perhaps.
‘Is it impossible at my current level?’
I had entered the spirit dream, but at my current level, there might be no answer.
‘That seems to be it.’
No matter how much I thought about it, that was it. That seemed to be the right answer.
“Hmm.”
I rubbed my face with dry hands repeatedly.
“No.”
I immediately denied the conclusion I had reached.
“There is a way.”
It’s not that I can’t do it right now.
“I just haven’t found it yet.”
I simply haven’t discovered it yet.
I pulled myself back from the escapism born of frustration.
“There is a way.”
There is a method to deal with that monster too. I simply haven’t found it yet.
“Sigh.”
I didn’t think I could overcome it in just one day.
“Let’s try.”
I’ll find it eventually. I was thinking this when.
Knock knock.
I heard a sound from outside.
-Bang Disciple, are you here?
“Yes, I am.”
-I’ve come on Moonju’s orders. He says to prepare yourself soon.
“Ah….”
Hearing the word to prepare, I got up.
“I’ll prepare now.”
The Cheongrang Society.
Today was the day I had to go there.

* * *
I washed my face lightly and put on the prepared martial robes. The moment I slipped them on, I realized the problem.
“Excuse me.”
“Yes?”
“Could you bring me different martial robes? These don’t fit properly.”
“What do you mean…?”
The Three Disciples, bewildered by my words, looked at me and froze.
“Ah… um… er…”
“Never mind the explanation for now. I’d appreciate your help.”
“Ah… yes! Of course…!”
Seeing my face, the flustered disciple hurried away and returned with new robes.
The length of the legs and sleeves didn’t fit, so I needed fresh clothes.
‘This is quite inconvenient.’
I hadn’t paid attention to it before, thinking my height would never grow.
But the Heavenly Rebirth had caused my body to grow slightly larger.
‘Not a bad problem to have.’
This was a pleasant sort of difficulty. I nodded with satisfaction.
After I finished dressing completely.
“Well then. Shall we go? Where should I head?”
I began to follow the disciple.

* * *
Boom—! Boom—! Boom—!
The sound of drums echoed. A gathering place where disciples of the Cheongwol Sect had assembled in full force.
Everyone wore expressions tense with anticipation and burning fervor.
The Three Disciples, the Second Disciples. Even the First Disciples, who rarely ventured on ordinary missions or made appearances, had gathered here.
Above them stood the Elders and Wol Seon-geom, the Moonju, all assembled together.
“The disciples’ reactions are quite impressive to witness.”
Baek Yeon spoke softly while observing them, and Wol Seon-geom gave a subtle nod in response.
“The total number of Sowoldae members participating in the Cheongrang Assembly, excluding the three on classified missions and the Sochul Daeju, is our entire force.”
The Sochul Daeju stepped forward to make his report.
Only members of Sowoldae could participate in the Cheongrang Assembly.
I had attempted to recall even those on classified missions to have them attend, but most of them couldn’t return, so we had to proceed as planned.
“All members will prepare for entry.”
“Very well.”
The preparations were already complete. The moment Wol Seon-geom gave his approval, the Sochul Daeju shouted loudly.
“All Disciples! Enter—!”
At his spirited command, Sowoldae walked forward from the distance.
They entered in order, beginning with the lowest-ranked member at the front.
“…The Eunwol Sword…he truly has returned.”
“Wol Muhui still remains….”
A feast of azure eyes.
As the elite force of the Cheongwol Sect and the most powerful martial organization, they radiated an overwhelming presence.
“But… something seems strange.”
One of the watching disciples raised a question.
“It seems like… they’re glancing back nervously, don’t you think?”
The gazes of the Sowoldae disciples were peculiar. Most of them kept stealing glances backward.
“Really? Why are the senior brothers acting like that….”
The question didn’t linger long.
“Huh…?”
“…What….”
At the very rear of the Sowoldae procession.
Thud.
The footsteps of the one following them most slowly rang out unusually loud.
Thud.
A young man walked forward with an expressionless face.
The moment that young man appeared, the air froze.
The atmosphere was different.
A presence had emerged that seemed to float alone above the heavens, drawing everyone’s gaze.
“Who… who is that…?”
“How can a person be so handsome… no… where have I seen….”
“Wol-hyeop…? Aren’t you Wol-hyeop?”
“Wol-hyeop, you say?”
Wol-hyeop Bangseong-yeon.
He approached with an overwhelming presence that seemed to radiate from his very being.
“Haha.”
Wol Seon-geom let out a short, audible laugh upon witnessing this.
“…!”
Baek Yeon, standing beside him, widened his eyes as he caught sight of Wol Seon-geom’s smile.

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