The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 411

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 411
‘A man worth using.’
Our first meeting was when I was very young. I don’t even remember how old I was.
The weather that day was nothing particularly special either.
And I myself was nothing special either.
Just ordinary.
Utterly unremarkable.
The only difference was that I’d been orphaned against my will when heterodox sect members killed my parents.
Even that, I never considered myself special because of it.
In this wretched world, it’s a common occurrence.
What’s there to be surprised about? Still, I was fortunate. Even after losing my parents, I had some talent, enough to enter the Cheongwol Sect.
‘Holding a sword isn’t bad. My emotional numbness is somewhat troubling, but that won’t become a problem either.’
Looking at those blue eyes gazing down at me, I think: truly a towering figure.
‘Are you not afraid of me?’
The Old Man asked.
‘What is fear?’
The young man answered in return. It was a genuinely honest question. The young man didn’t understand what fear was.
He didn’t understand emotions either.
That’s what kind of person the young man was. Even his parents often called him a monster.
But then.
‘Hahahaha.’
The Old Man laughed heartily, pleased by those words.
‘What is fear, you ask….’
The Old Man spoke with a split grin.
‘No need to wonder. It’s an emotion you needn’t bother learning.’
A large hand patted the young man’s shoulder.
‘I like you.’
Brilliant eyes took in the young man.
‘If you return, I’ll teach you the way of the sword. Ah, but this is a secret—don’t tell anyone else. Who knows what kind of trouble the others might cause.’
‘….’
I didn’t answer that I understood. At that time, I didn’t comprehend what it meant.
Besides.
‘In the end.’
It was something that never came to pass.
After he spoke those words, the young man never met the Old Man again.
If we did meet again.
It was much later, after considerable time had passed.
I only encountered that strange figure called the Old Man’s predecessor.

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Clang! Bang! The trembling sword swung in all directions. Blue streaks filled every inch of space, and the sheer speed caused the surroundings to quake.
Bang! Crack!!
The sound grew louder. It was a deafening roar that one could never imagine coming from mere clashing blades.
“…Ah…. This is.”
“…Incredible, truly incredible.”
The Three Disciples watching fell silent. Their eyes couldn’t even properly follow the swords of the two martial artists.
The speed transcended sound itself.
The explosive noise occurred only after the blades collided. There was a microscopically small delay.
Fierce. Grotesquely intense and astonishingly precise. The movements were as if choreographed in perfect harmony.
Those of lower cultivation could only gasp in admiration, unable to even perceive the movements.
And in that moment.
“…Bang Disciple….”
Cheon Euijin, watching from below the arena, widened his eyes as he looked at Bangseong-yeon.
“I never imagined he was this strong.”
I was shocked. I’d always known Bangseong-yeon was powerful, but I never imagined he could be this exceptional.
Surely not.
‘Senior Brother and….’
Senior Brother.
I never knew he could match the Eunwol Sword Yoo Yul to such a degree.
‘…Senior Brother.’
This time, Cheon Euijin’s brow furrowed as he looked at Yoo Yul. It had been three years since they last met.
The other disciples wore expressions of amazement at the Eunwol Sword’s strength. But not Cheon Euijin.
Yoo Yul was strong. At least, he always had been since I first came to know him.
‘…Rather, it was strange.’
That Yoo Yul would deliberately not display such strength.
Even when he entered Sowoldae, there were many who questioned how he could have possibly gotten in.
Back then, Yoo Yul simply laughed it off.
‘He was always like that.’
A man who smiled often.
Someone who brushed aside most things with laughter, paying no mind to others’ words or gazes.
Cheon Euijin found something about Yoo Yul bothersome.
Yes, bothersome.
I was merely concerned about him.
‘But my sister-‘
My sister Cheonhye-in actually despised Yoo Yul. There was even a time when their relationship was better, and I asked her about it.
Why did she dislike Yoo Yul so much? To that, Cheonhye-in clicked her tongue and answered.
‘She said it was ethnic self-hatred.’
She spoke words I couldn’t understand.
Ethnic self-hatred, she said.
‘…Our lineages are different.’
The feeling was entirely different, yet where did I sense kinship? Cheon Euijin couldn’t comprehend what Cheonhye-in had said.
There wasn’t a single resemblance. That’s how Yoo Yul appeared to Cheon Euijin.
But.
‘Something-‘
The Yoo Yul I’m observing now.
‘…is alien.’
I feel something subtly foreign about him. What is it?
Where did that difference originate? Cheon Euijin couldn’t discern that either, but.
‘Now is… not the time to ponder such things.’
Even that felt only faintly perceptible. My Wol-an was entirely concentrated on the dueling arena.
Clang-! Whoosh-!!
Sparks erupted and vanished in succession. All that was visible was the brilliant flash of blades colliding.
I barely managed to track the figures’ speed with my eyes, my gaze sharpening.
‘I cannot afford to miss this.’
I understood instinctively. I couldn’t afford to miss that battle.
‘Not for a single moment.’
Don’t miss it—just engrave it in my eyes. That alone consumed my focus.
The final trial of the Cheongwol Gathering. I’d already forgotten the fact that the position of Deputy Sect Leader of Cheongwol Sect awaited.
Merely the battle of a formidable Sowoldae disciple. That was all that remained in my mind.
‘…Someday.’
Likely in the not-distant future, I too would take the examination to enter Sowoldae.
‘I will-‘
Can I become as strong as my senior brother or Bang Disciple?
I harbored no doubt.
‘I will.’
I had to. That’s what I learned standing beside Bangseong-yeon.
Whether I could or couldn’t.
If it’s something I must do, I do it.
Cheon Euijin watched the two duel and envisioned such a future.

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Boom—!!!
A surge of qi erupts outward. A tingling sensation courses through me. My grip nearly falters for an instant.
Clench.
I tighten my hold again, pouring strength into my shoulders.
Clang—! Ring—!
I deflect the blade and seize the opening to press my offense forward.
‘Left side.’
I move my body along the sword path Wol-an has discerned. The Radiant Moon Sword Technique blooms with light.
The brilliance nearly obscures my vision, yet my opponent, Yoo Yul, seems utterly indifferent to it.
Several more exchanges pass. I furrow my brow.
Wolrang—
Seizing the gap, I deploy the technique. A crescent moon erupts forth, but in that same instant, Yoo Yul unleashes the identical Wolrang.
Moon collides with moon.
Crash—!!!
Just before the martial techniques clash, the qi forces collide and create a shockwave.
Roar—!!! The impact stirs the wind. My body is driven backward. I use this to create distance. I send my gaze across the widened space. Yoo Yul stands there, rotating his blade.
“Not bad.”
His tone is measured.
“Is this that person’s technique? It certainly feels different.”
The Sword Saint’s Wolrang. Not a technique passed down through the Cheongwol Sect, but a martial art he has transformed through his own innovation.
“And that sword force as well—it must be his creation too? Exquisite.”
He directs his gaze toward the Radiant Moon Sword Technique. Yoo Yul speaks with a smile.
“Thank you for the praise.”
“Think nothing of it.”
As I reset my stance and speak, Yoo Yul gestures dismissively with his hand.
This guy is truly insufferable.
“Just a few days have passed, and you’ve become a different person. Have you undergone a complete transformation?”
“…I’m not sure.”
“It’s fine. Even if you said no, I wouldn’t believe you anyway.”
“…”
Then why did you even ask, you crazy bastard?
This is utterly absurd.
“Which is precisely why I’m relieved.”
Whirrrr.
Yoo Yul’s blade vibrates. His qi is rising once more.
“If you were as incompetent as when I first saw you, I would have been disappointed. But now? You’re different.”
“…”
Incompetent, he says.
I wasn’t exactly weak back then either.
I was simply stronger now.
*Whoosh.*
I channeled power into the Gwangyeol Sword, reinforcing my blade strength and settling into a proper stance.
Yoo Yul nodded slightly upon seeing that.
“You’re not going to use it? Isn’t it about time you did?”
That.
He likely meant Wol Cheon.
“Or perhaps you’ll only feel like drawing it once you’ve enjoyed yourself a bit more?”
Yoo Yul seemed to be hoping I would use Wol Cheon. No—he already knew.
‘That’s probably why I’m holding back.’
The reason neither of us was going all out. Because I understood what Yoo Yul wanted, I was even more reluctant to use it.
“Rather than trying to enjoy myself more….”
I looked at Yoo Yul and smiled faintly.
“I’m not using it because there’s no need to.”
“Hm?”
It was a level where I didn’t need to use it. I threw out such an empty boast. At those words, Yoo Yul nodded.
“True. You’re right.”
He accepted it surprisingly calmly. Why? As I looked at him in confusion.
“I should have shown sincerity from my end. I didn’t. That’s something I should apologize for.”
“…What do you mean?”
“I should show some sincerity too.”
Yoo Yul smiled and gazed toward somewhere. The direction of his gaze was.
‘Wol Seon-geom?’
It was toward where Wol Seon-geom, the Moonju, stood. My gaze followed involuntarily. As I looked at Wol Seon-geom, I saw him nod slightly. As if granting permission.
“Got it.”
At Wol Seon-geom’s nod, Yoo Yul spoke.
“So I can do it?”
“What…?”
Was that actual permission? What exactly was he asking permission to do?
*Swish.*
Yoo Yul lowered his sword slightly. In that instant.
*Shiver.*
“…!”
Goosebumps erupted across my entire body. What is this sensation?
My eyes widened and cold sweat broke out. I stared at Yoo Yul, unable to comprehend the feeling.
“The Sword Saint is a remarkable person.”
Suddenly, Yoo Yul began praising Yoo Cheon-gil.
“He took the Cheongwol Sect’s sword, already called divine technique, and evolved it further under the name of transformation. Your sword is proof of that. What’s unfortunate is….”
*Shhhhhhhhh—!!!* Energy surged from Yoo Yul’s body. The azure momentum was identical, yet.
‘Something.’
I felt the very essence of my energy transform.
“So you’re saying only you possess such a sword.”
“….”
It was inevitable. The internal cultivation methods themselves were fundamentally different. Yoo Cheon-gil had deconstructed the Cheongwol Sect’s cultivation technique and created something entirely new, which he then implanted within my body.
However.
‘It’s not something only I possess.’
Sochul Daeju had also half-replicated the Gwangwol Seom Gyeong. Though ultimately, due to differences in cultivation methods, he could only obtain half of its power.
“Still, I don’t find that aspect lacking. Junior. Do you know why?”
A chill.
Goosebumps pierced through my scalp.
“The Sword Saint is certainly a remarkable individual, but—”
Whoooooosh—!!!!
A brilliant blue aura engulfed his entire body.
The density was such that his physical form was barely discernible.
“Our Mentor is hardly an incompetent either. Ah—in other words, to put it simply.”
When the energy dissipated and Yoo Yul’s form became visible once more.
“Transformation is not something only the Sword Saint can achieve.”
Yoo Yul stood there, his hair now dyed a brilliant blue.
‘What is that.’
I hesitated for a moment at his transformed appearance.
Whoosh—!
“…!”
I sensed a presence. Not ahead—behind me.
Yoo Yul, who had been standing before me, had vanished.
Immediately.
Crackle—!!!!
I unleashed Wol Cheon and swung my blade.
A thunderous crash—!!!
Rough noise drenched my body like thunder.
Writhe.
In that instant, something convulsed deep within my heart.
-Haha.
A low chuckle.
It was not Yoo Cheon-gil—it was the Celestial Demon.

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