The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 415

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 415
“How’s your body feeling?”
After Cheonhye-in left, Paewang Mukyeokseong, who had come to find me, asked about my condition.
“…Yes, I’m fine.”
“Tsk tsk. Well, you certainly look it.”
…Then why did he even ask? I was holding back my exasperation when Paewang asked something else.
“What about that?”
He pointed at my hand. He seemed to be referring to my armband.
“Well… there’s no particular change that I can see.”
“Hmm.”
I knew his interest lay with this armband.
‘Change, he says—’
There was no change to speak of. The armband remained quiet.
Mukyeokseong stared at me intently. His dark eyes felt quite burdensome.
“Do you remember the conversation we had?”
“…Yes, I do.”
I wish I could forget, but it seems I can’t.
“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you as soon as anything comes to mind.”
“Just so you know, I have no intention of becoming a League Leader.”
“…”
His resolute tone struck home.
“I could stand as a candidate, but I won’t become League Leader.”
“…Are you certain?”
“I’m sure. Tsk tsk tsk. Those men have eyes too. Would they really make someone like me a League Leader? It’s ridiculous.”
An objective assessment of himself. Is that so?
‘If it’s Paewang—’
He’s one of the Five Heavenly Kings and a war hero who participated in the great conflict.
Wouldn’t he be perfectly suited to become the next League Leader? That’s what I thought, but Paewang seemed to think differently.
‘Well, it doesn’t matter to me.’
Whether Paewang becomes League Leader or not isn’t important to me.
What matters is whether I become a candidate or not.
“Well, setting that aside. What will you do about that?”
Mukyeokseong’s gaze remained fixed on my arm.
“…Why? Are you thinking of tearing my arm off again if it doesn’t work?”
As I gestured vaguely at my arm, Mukyeokseong’s eyes widened. Then, not long after, he burst into laughter.
“Hahahaha—!! You actually took that seriously?”
“…It wasn’t serious?”
By anyone’s measure, he looked ready to tear my arm off right then and there. Was that supposed to be a joking expression? That made no sense.
I looked at him incredulously, but Mukyeokseong’s response was different.
“Don’t worry. I won’t do something so cruel. Besides…”
Muk Yeok-seong gazed toward something in the distance.
“If you damage your arm like that, the Moonju here won’t stand for it.”
“The Moonju, sir?”
Why was Wol Seon-geom being mentioned? It didn’t seem like he was the type to do anything about my arm being torn off.
“I won’t touch your arm. However, if there truly seems to be no other way…”
Muk Yeok-seong tapped the table lightly as he spoke.
“You may need to go with me to the Muk Clan.”
“You mean the power of the senior’s family, sir?”
“Yes. There might be a solution there. Agree to at least that much.”
“….”
Hmm.
‘The Muk Clan.’
It wasn’t a place I particularly knew.
“I understand.”
Since this object originally belonged to them, and there might be a solution there, I would need to go.
Of course.
“…Only after my contract with you is completely fulfilled.”
“Understood.”
Paewang seemed to accept this condition as well.
“In any case, I’ve examined your condition today, so get up now.”
After speaking, Paewang rose to his feet.
“Since I’ve finished what needed to be done, is it the League next?”
“…It seems so.”
“Then I’ll see you then.”
Once the Cheongrang Society’s schedule ended, I would return directly to the League. It was what I needed to do now that I’d achieved my goal.
And so Paewang disappeared.
“Sigh….”
I exhaled and rose to my feet as well. My body still felt stiff and sore.
‘…Now then.’
The next task.
It was time to visit Wol Seon-geom.

* * *
I found the Moonjusil.
Every step of the way, the disciples’ gazes pierced through me—I thought I’d die from the pressure.
It seemed to be the aftermath of the martial tournament.
-It’s Wol-hyeop.
-…Has he finally come to his senses?
The voices of those murmuring carried a distinctly different tone than before.
It seemed like reverence. Or perhaps astonishment.
Defeating the Cheongrang Society appeared to have played a significant role.
Ignoring the barrage of stares, I found the Moonjusil.
“Pardon my intrusion.”
The moment I entered, my eyes met Wol Seon-geom’s.
“You came.”
“Yes. I heard you called for me.”
As soon as I arrived, Wol Seon-geom rose to his feet.
“Come.”
“Yes? Where to?”
There was no answer. He passed by me and headed somewhere. I nodded and followed his back.
We didn’t speak. Not about the results of the Cheongrang Society, not about the battle, not about anything related to it.
‘…This is frustrating.’
Whenever I was alone with this man, it was always like this. It was awkward to ask anything.
Especially when I had questions.
‘I wanted to ask what that was.’
Something similar to the Wol Cheon that the Eunwol Sword had used.
I wanted to ask about the martial technique that Wol Seon-geom had manifested, but I could sense it from his back.
An aura telling me not to ask unnecessary questions.
Walking in silence behind Wol Seon-geom for about half an hour.
“We’ve arrived.”
“…What is this place?”
We had arrived at a dungeon within the Cheonwol Sect.
“What is this place?”
“The place we promised.”
“A promise, you say…. Ah?”
What the champion of the Cheongrang Society receives.
The name of the Lesser Moonju and.
‘They said I would be able to access the library within the Cheonwol Sect.’
A space containing all the martial techniques of the Cheonwol Sect, called the Divine Arts.
Surely not.
“…You’re bringing me now?”
You’re bringing me the moment I wake up?
“Take it.”
Wol Seon-geom handed me something. It was a seal.
“It’s the seal of the Vice Leader.”
“….”
Then Wol Seon-geom passed by me and headed toward the back. What?
“Where are you going? You need to open it before you leave.”
If he wasn’t going to open it, he should at least tell me how. I hurriedly called out to Wol Seon-geom, and he looked back at me with these words.
“There’s no need to open it for you. You already know how.”
“I…?”
“Look at it however you wish.”
With that.
Wol Seon-geom finished speaking and vanished without a trace. It happened in an instant.
“…What was that?”
I stood alone, staring at the dungeon entrance. He said I already knew how to open it? So I just kept gazing at the entrance.
“Hmm?”
I spotted a hole in the dungeon entrance. Its shape was precisely the size for the seal to fit.
Carefully, I pressed the seal into the opening.
“….”
Nothing happened.
“What’s going on?”
What was he trying to say? I stared at it in confusion.
-You already know how.
“….”
Wol Seon-geom’s words kept echoing in my mind. It was like an itch at the back of my head.
‘…This?’
Could it be…?
I exhaled slowly.
I channeled my inner energy. My cultivation spread through my hand and flowed into the seal.
In that moment.
Screeeeeech—!! Screech—!!
The sound of mechanisms grinding into motion.
Rumble rumble.
The entrance opened as if by magic.
“Ha.”
Seeing this, I let out a hollow laugh.

* * *
I stepped into the dungeon’s interior.
The method to open it wasn’t particularly difficult. Absurdly, I could discern the answer from Wol Seon-geom’s words.
‘You would know.’
I would know. Those words had embedded themselves deeply within me.
‘…So I did know.’
The existence of the Sword Saint’s secret chamber.
Along with the fact that I could open it myself.
‘Just how much does he know?’
How far had he seen through everything? And what was his reason for pretending ignorance while knowing all along?
Regardless, the corners of my mouth rose of their own accord.
‘This is infuriating.’
For some reason, I had no desire to associate with those possessing blue eyes. On the surface, they appeared broad-minded and pursued only each other’s strength.
‘But their minds…’
Were nothing but an endless festival of complex psychological warfare.
‘Tsk.’
I clicked my tongue briefly. I gazed at the library. Its size wasn’t particularly large. Despite the thorough locks, there was only a single bookshelf inside.
And that bookshelf itself wasn’t large either. Just a moderately sized one.
The books within it weren’t even densely packed.
I stared at the sparsely scattered gaps with wide eyes.
‘…Hmm.’
What am I supposed to see here?
‘They said only the Cheonwol Munchu could enter this place.’
What had the Cheonwol Munchu seen here?
‘Look at whatever you wish.’
Wol Seon-geom had merely told me to look as I pleased. But what was I supposed to see? There was nothing to see.
Even when I examined the bookshelf carefully, nothing particularly stood out.
What was I supposed to look at in a place filled only with worn books?
‘…Look as you wish…’
Whether I read a few books.
Or however many I read.
Did it all not matter?
‘To distribute the Moonju’s authority so freely like this…’
Did it mean that seeing so much would be futile? Or did it truly not matter at all? I couldn’t tell.
“…Hmm.”
I gazed at the bookshelf.
‘What am I supposed to do?’
I carefully withdrew a single book. It was covered in dust. I brushed it off gently. There was no title written on it.
I opened it and examined the contents.
‘…A sword technique?’
It seemed there was something written about the Cheongwol Sword Technique, but it wasn’t particularly helpful. Not really.
‘My sword is derived from Yoo Cheon-gil’s.’
A sword technique that activates based on the profound energy he modified. Should I call this a sword path as well?
‘In truth….’
Each strike felt like a killing technique, so calling it a sword path was somewhat ambiguous.
‘Is that so?’
I had never learned the basic forms.
‘Using Daewol either.’
It was more a combination of martial arts than a sword path. A martial technique that bound together everything I had learned so far into one. Furthermore.
‘I still have two left.’
Even those martial techniques—I couldn’t use two of them yet. The remaining ones I hadn’t mastered.
‘…But a sword path.’
I had never learned the Cheongwol Sect’s sword path separately from Yoo Cheon-gil. All the other disciples use it, yet Yoo Cheon-gil himself never taught it to me—it felt strange somehow.
‘Does Yoo Cheon-gil not use sword paths?’
That thought suddenly occurred to me. Now that I thought about it, it seemed that way.
Judging by how he never mentioned or taught anything about sword paths, perhaps he simply didn’t pay much attention to that aspect?
‘How could that be.’
I couldn’t understand it. To a swordmaster, sword paths held a considerably important position. Most martial arts using basic forms relied on them, and even the path of the sword I glimpsed when opening Wol-an.
‘All swordmasters have sword paths because.’
I would predict and reflect that.
‘Yet.’
I had never learned what could be called the Cheongwol Sect’s sword path.
“Hmm.”
Recalling that, I examined it with slight interest. I gazed at the basic forms written there.
Then I pulled out another book beside it. Dust had accumulated on it just the same. I pulled them out one by one and examined them again.
Reading line by line that way.
‘What is this.’
Something seemed strange.
‘There’s an overlap?’
The directionality of the basic forms expressing the sword. Along with the methods needed to use them.
When I was looking at that.
‘Is it coincidence.’
In the process of explaining and expressing the basic forms, oddly overlapping sections became visible.
“….”
I pulled out other books and examined them. Some weren’t like that.
Since I remembered as I read, I could compare the sections. Subtle, but definitely present. What was this again?
“….”
Thud.
I set the book down. Then I put it back in its original place and stepped back. A couple of paces. Just far enough that the entire bookshelf came into view.
Standing there, I stared intently at the bookshelf.
‘Look at it however you wish.’
Wol Seon-geom’s words echoed in my mind.
‘However I wish?’
Surely not.
Whoooosh.
I summoned my energy and activated Wol-an. My blue-eyed gaze resonated, and my eyes opened wide. The world gleamed in blue. And then.
“Ha.”
My eyes widened. I had discovered the difference.
“This is absurd.”
The bookshelves.
The books embedded within them were glowing. Not all of them shone, but several of the books were radiating a distinct blue light.
Now I understood.
‘So that’s why.’
A space only the Moonju could enter.
This meant.
‘…The Heavenly Sanctuary obtained upon becoming Moonju.’
This library could only be fully perceived by one who had consumed the Heavenly Sanctuary of Cheongwol.

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