The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 41

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 041
Night had descended upon Cheongwol Gate. Within one of its considerably spacious residences, in a room.
In the quiet atmosphere, Cheonhye-in sat before a table and took a sip of the tea before her.
Then she focused on the letter in front of her.
The room was dark. One might wonder what could possibly be seen in such darkness.
Yet even within it, her Wol-an illuminated the world with perfect clarity, and she had no difficulty seeing without the aid of any lamp.
After Cheonhye-in finished reading through the letters one by one.
“Is this all of it?”
Her voice was filled with dissatisfaction.
It was likely because there was far less information than she had anticipated.
The figure kneeling halfway before the residence flinched and responded.
“That’s all we received.”
“Hmm….”
Rustle. Just to be sure, she examined the letters once more, but nothing had changed.
“There’s far too little information.”
“However….”
“Don’t worry. I’m not blaming you, Senior Brother. It’s simply that the lack of information is rather frustrating.”
At Cheonhye-in’s words, the man—her Second Senior Brother, Seom Seong-gyeong—bit his lip slightly.
He was paying close attention to her every gesture and tone.
Yet Seom Seong-gyeong’s reaction seemed to hold no interest for her, as Cheonhye-in kept her eyes fixed only on the letters.
The letters contained information about the Yeolyeongbangga Clan.
‘Decades ago, it was said to be quite an illustrious family….’
It was even known as one of the renowned families of Yeolyeong, and it was said to have accumulated immense wealth regarding finances.
However.
‘They lost it all to gambling.’
The grandfather, father, and brothers—all of them came from gambling stock.
They didn’t merely uproot the pillars of the household; they shattered it to pieces. Even the sister who showed some promise ran away from home.
Now, in such a fallen household, it was said the father and older brother lived by draining the marrow from women.
‘So that’s why the alias….’
Cheonhye-in chose to ignore that part, as it was a word she didn’t even wish to recall.
In any case, the Yeolyeongbangga Clan had not merely declined—it was crawling along the very bottom.
No, at this point, it was even awkward to call it a family.
Simply something that had once been a renowned house. That was the proper way to describe it.
Surely it must have been so.
‘Yet from such a place, such a person emerged….’
Cheonhye-in recalled the face of Bangseong-yeon and smiled with a slight smirk.
A handsome face. Whether he resembled his father, who was famous for his looks in that region, his face alone was exceptional.
However, compared to that handsome face, his eyes lacked vitality.
As if….
‘Eyes that seem indifferent to the world.’
In eyes that showed no greed for the position of clan leader, despite aiming for it.
There was even a strange atmosphere, as if one would be gradually drawn in while conversing with him.
Bangseong-yeon, as seen through Cheonhye-in’s eyes, was quite an unusual figure.
And that wasn’t even all of it.
‘A disciple of the Master.’
The successor of Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil.
Cheonhye-in furrowed her brow at the thought of that aspect.
‘It’s strange.’
It truly was strange.
How could someone like Bangseong-yeon have emerged from such a ruined clan?
‘No matter how I look at it, it’s strange.’
It wasn’t merely strange—it was at a level where calling it an outright lie wouldn’t even be surprising.
Bangseong-yeon appearing abruptly at Cheongwol Gate after obtaining it.
Then Fang Shengyan suddenly appeared at the Qingyue Gate with it.
Everything was strange. There wasn’t a single thing that seemed right.
However.
‘His strength was real.’
He had defeated Socheongeom, whom she had intended to control with a leash, and even earned recognition from Wol Seon-geom, his own father—meaning it was no lie.
“Hmm….”
His words and methods all seemed like lies, yet what he actually possessed was genuine, so in the end, it became truth.
“He’s a strange person.”
He appeared to possess nothing, yet how could he have been so confident before her?
If one were to search for something particularly distinctive here.
‘A broken engagement.’
There was a record of a broken engagement from childhood. And it wasn’t with just any ordinary clan….
‘The Moyong Clan?’
One of the current Five Great Families and the representative prestigious house of Yeolyeong.
There was a record of an engagement and subsequent breaking of the engagement with a direct bloodline member of the Moyong Clan.
‘If it’s a direct line of the Moyong family… could it be her?’
Cheonhye-in’s eyebrows twitched slightly at the figure that came to mind.
It was a person she particularly disliked recalling.
‘It seems the engagement was broken when the clan fell.’
The Moyong Clan was particularly attentive to such matters.
The Bang Clan had once been a prestigious house, but having lost everything to gambling, there was no reason for the Moyong Clan to accept them. It was right to see it as straightforward abandonment once their usefulness disappeared.
“Mm.”
Cheonhye-in brushed the letter she had been holding and set it aside.
“There’s truly no point in reading further.”
That was the extent of the information.
At best, it only contained details about Bangseong-yeon’s hobbies or favorite foods, filled with nothing but content about a ruined clan.
There really was nothing. Even as she thought this.
“…Something.”
There’s simply too much missing.
It’s almost unbelievable how little information there is.
Though that was quite irritating.
‘Does that mean there’s nothing precisely because there’s so little?’
Cheonhye-in decided not to dwell too deeply on this aspect.
What mattered now was something else entirely.
“So, as you said, not only did Bang Disciple sense his elder brother’s presence, but…”
Cheonhye-in’s gaze turned toward the space behind Seom Seong-gyeong.
“He also sensed Master’s presence as well, is that correct?”
At Cheonhye-in’s words, a pair of eyes flickered in the darkness.
[Yes.]
A heavy voice spread through the room.
“Could it have been a mistake?”
[No. He pinpointed it exactly.]
The figure added, as if recalling that moment.
[It was clearly a warning.]
“A warning?”
[Yes, a warning.]
Those eerie blue eyes gleaming, that resolute gaze conveying that whatever you do will be meaningless.
How could such a thing be possible?
[For something not yet twenty years old to be so audacious, truly remarkable.]
The figure had to feel various impressions upon seeing Bangseong-yeon.
Yet as he recalled and recalled those feelings, another figure gradually overlapped in his mind.
[They resemble each other far too much.]
At those muttered words, the corner of Cheonhye-in’s eye twitched slightly.
“That’s something I hear often these days.”
Her father, Wol Seon-geom, her incompetent younger brother, and even the figure standing before her now.
They all saw Bangseong-yeon and recalled someone.
Specifically, the Sword Saint whom Bangseong-yeon claimed was his master.
However.
“I don’t quite understand it.”
Cheonhye-in couldn’t really comprehend such comparisons.
“Is he truly to that extent?”
It was intriguing, certainly. She sensed something different from others, and glimpsed a faint hint of exceptional talent, but…
“Comparing him to the Sword Saint seems rather unfair, doesn’t it?”
Saying the Sword Saint and Bangseong-yeon resembled each other seemed excessive to her.
Especially.
‘No matter how I look at it, the power he possesses is disappointing.’
In Cheonhye-in’s assessment, Bangseong-yeon was far too weak.
I once wondered if he was hiding his true strength…
‘But from what I saw at the restaurant, that wasn’t the case.’
Having observed him up close, I was certain.
He was merely second-rate at best.
It was puzzling how someone of merely second-rate caliber could open the Wol-an, yet here we were.
‘The Patriarch must have left behind some secret technique.’
Yoo Cheon-gil was the kind of existence that made even such things possible.
Even I had to acknowledge that.
“But…”
‘If you all had the qualifications to see it, that is.’
Words spoken by someone utterly insignificant, yet directed at me.
Recalling that, Cheonhye-in smiled once more.
Seom Seong-gyeong’s body trembled slightly.
Whenever she smiled like that, it always meant she was about to do something.
“Ah… this is truly amusing.”
How could someone with no backing and no power be so audacious?
Was he truly relying solely on the existence of the Sword Saint?
If so, that was rather disappointing.
‘Unless that person were by his side constantly, it would be meaningless.’
Yet he didn’t seem like someone unaware of that.
Then.
‘Could he truly have some hidden card?’
Thinking of Bangseong-yeon, Cheonhye-in continued to laugh.
“How delightful.”
Then, as if remembering something, she nodded. The answer was simple.
If I don’t know, I’ll find out.
So, looking at Seom Seong-gyeong before me, I spoke.
“Senior Brother.”
“Yes…?”
“Would you do me a favor?”
“…”
A favor. At those words, Seom Seong-gyeong’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He swallowed hard, his eyes clenching shut.
Though it was called a favor, he knew all too well that refusal was not an option.

* * *
The next day arrived.
I had to consume whatever that Cheongwol Pill was and spend the entire day lying in bed.
“Ugh, everything aches….”
Whether it was due to the rough energy coursing through my body or severe muscle soreness, I had spent the whole day doing nothing but resting.
But honestly, I was happy.
I hadn’t rested peacefully in a long time.
[What did you do to be so exhausted?]
“…If I say I didn’t do anything, wouldn’t that be rather shameless of you?”
It felt like I’d done quite a few things, yet he still found something to complain about.
I was at a loss for words.
Anyway.
The moment I stepped outside, someone was waiting.
They were naturally from Cheongwol Gate, but their attire was distinctly different.
‘Sowoldae.’
The elite of Cheongwol Gate. This was the martial uniform worn by the group known as Sowoldae.
“The Little Moon bows before the successor of the Great One.”
“…It’s good to meet you.”
The moment he saw me, he immediately dropped to one knee. It was quite burdensome.
“I am Do-hyeong, Second Disciple. I have been tasked with guiding the Disciple. I look forward to serving you.”
He was a handsome young man. He appeared to be roughly five or six years older than me.
But Second Disciple? He seemed far too young to hold such a title.
Perhaps he had circumstances similar to those of the Cheon siblings. I grew curious for a moment, but I dismissed the thought from my mind. It wasn’t particularly important information.
“I am Bangseong-yeon. I don’t believe we met at the restaurant yesterday…, correct?”
“That is correct. I was away on a mission that day.”
Do-hyeong answered my question with an expressionless face.
‘A mission.’
I had heard that Sowoldae members, unlike ordinary disciples, frequently traveled outside.
This was something all elite groups of any sect practiced.
“I shall guide you.”
“Very well.”
Since there was no need for further conversation, I followed Do-hyeong’s footsteps.
Our destination was a place I had visited before—the largest building called Cheongwol Hall.

* * *
“I greet the Gate Master.”
The Gate Master was already waiting inside the building.
Upon seeing Wol Seon-geom, I offered a respectful bow.
“Did you rest well last night?”
“Yes. It was pleasant.”
This was the truth.
“I’m glad to hear it. However….”
Those distinctive blue eyes turned toward me.
“I heard there was a small incident yesterday.”
“….”
Upon hearing this, I swallowed dryly. It seemed he was referring to what happened at the restaurant.
“…Yes, well. There was a minor incident.”
As I spoke with an awkward smile, Wol Seon-geom immediately continued.
“First, I must apologize. Since there was a matter at the Gate, I was unable to treat the Bang Disciple properly—this is a failure on my part as Gate Master.”
“Not at all. You must have had your reasons.”
I spoke with a smile while concentrating. There had been a matter at the Gate. I filed that detail away in my mind.
“Thank you for understanding. However.”
Wol Seon-geom’s eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded me.
“There is something that troubles me about what the Bang Disciple said at the time.”
“What might that be?”
“I heard that you referred to yourself as an elder disciple to the Second Disciple. Is that correct?”
Ah, so that was it.
“Yes. That is what I said.”
“I am curious as to why you did so.”
“Why did I do that? Well….”
I answered as calmly as possible.
“It was the truth, was it not?”
“….”
Upon hearing my response, Wol Seon-geom’s brow twitched slightly.
“I do not believe it was incorrect. Unless you see it differently, Gate Master?”
“Perhaps. That statement could be interpreted differently depending on who hears it, would you not agree?”
“It could be. Then, how do you see it, Gate Master?”
I cared not what others thought, but what of you?
Can you accept me as your elder? With those words, Wol Seon-geom’s gaze became even more piercing.
‘This is intense.’
His eyes were sharp—so sharp it felt as though merely looking at them would cut me.
Yet I was not one to be intimidated by such things.
[Ah, my legs are trembling.]
“….”
I tensed my legs with all my strength.
“How could I…”
A moment of silence passed as if I were lost in thought.
“It seems I cannot provide an answer at this moment.”
Wol Seon-geom offered a somewhat ambiguous response.
“However, if the Bang Disciple wishes it, I could arrange for you to be treated as a first-rank disciple.”
The justification was sufficient. As a disciple of the Sword Sage, it was entirely possible, and I had made a fuss about it at the restaurant.
But.
“I have no intention of going that far. It’s not particularly important to me.”
“Not important?”
“That’s right.”
“Then it seems there is something else that matters to you…”
“Correct.”
What mattered to me was not being a first-rank disciple or a second-rank disciple.
While such titles could be useful, that was not what I needed now.
“May I ask what that is?”
Wol Seon-geom asked. I answered immediately.
What I needed now. It was precisely.
“Sowoldae.”
“…!”
“How do I enter Sowoldae?”
The elite unit of Cheongwol Gate.
Joining Sowoldae was what I sought.

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