The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 420

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 420
‘Wol Seon-geom?’
Drip—drip—
Blood droplets fell from the sword’s tip. To anyone’s eyes, it was unmistakably Wol Seon-geom who had pierced that woman.
Those cold blue eyes, gazing down at Cheonhye-in with a frigidity that seemed to belong to another world entirely, sent shivers racing down my spine the moment I met them.
‘What—’
Could human eyes truly be that cold? Merely calling it irritable or indifferent would not suffice. These were eyes rimmed with frost itself.
Gulp. My throat convulsed as if to swallow, though naturally nothing came. A translucent spirit form could not swallow such things.
‘What is happening?’
What could this situation possibly be? Why was Cheonhye-in embracing that woman while staring at Wol Seon-geom?
[Father… Please, not Mother…]
My eyes widened at Cheonhye-in’s words. Mother? That woman was Cheonhye-in’s mother? Then…
‘Did Wol Seon-geom just pierce Cheonhye-in’s mother?’
Was he saying he had stabbed his own wife?
Why?
As I stood bewildered—
Shhh—
Wol Seon-geom, sword in hand, approached Cheonhye-in slowly.
[Please, please…!]
Cheonhye-in desperately tried to block his path upon seeing him advance, yet his footsteps did not falter.
Thus he drew closer, step by step, toward the bleeding woman.
And then—
He stopped.
Wol Seon-geom came to a halt.
He stood directly before Cheonhye-in’s face. His gaze bore down from above. As their faces met, Wol Seon-geom’s lips moved.
‘What is he saying?’
I could not hear it. His lips seemed to form words, yet neither his voice nor the shape of his words could be discerned.
As I watched—
찌지지지지직—!!!
‘…!’
Space collapsed. The landscape twisted and warped, and before long, everything crumbled away.
Crash.
With the sound of shattering, my consciousness awakened.

* * *
“…Haah….”
I gasped for breath, and as my senses returned, I staggered to my feet.
“…Ugh.”
My head throbbed. I grasped my chest with trembling hands. The pain emanated from my soul. I looked down at my other hand.
‘…I got it.’
A sword. The very blade I had sought to claim was now in my grasp. And more than that.
‘I’ve purged some of the divine energy too.’
The divine energy that had seeped from this divine wood had been partially released.
Which meant.
‘That memory just now-‘
It was a bound memory visible from the sword, influenced by divine energy.
‘…Hmm.’
Unsettling. A bound memory, they call it.
‘That’s a lingering resentment.’
A lingering resentment embedded in an object. Something left behind when the original owner clung to their attachments. When intertwined with divine energy, it manifested as memory.
‘Now that I think about it.’
It was certainly not a pleasant memory. While the energy itself didn’t feel malevolent, it was objectively unsettling.
‘Tsk.’
I removed all the talismans from my hand.
They had already served their purpose. There was no point in keeping them attached any longer.
Then I tore cloth from my robes and wrapped the sword. The already faint divine energy was no longer perceptible.
‘This should hold for now.’
This much would suffice. After confirming that, I moved immediately. I couldn’t afford to linger here any longer.
‘What is this, anyway.’
Why did the Celestial Demon place this tree, which he called divine wood, here? He said it was divine wood, and indeed, it radiated divine energy abundantly.
[Divine wood is a form of proof.]
The Celestial Demon spoke, as if reading my thoughts. My waist trembled.
‘Proof?’
Proof of what? When I asked.
[The heavens.]
“I beg your pardon?”
[All of this is proof for the heavens.]
“….”
I couldn’t comprehend his meaning. What I could discern, however.
‘This belongs to the Demonic Cult.’
Divine wood. This luminous tree belonged to the Celestial Demon Cult, and.
‘Why would he bring this here?’
Why had the Celestial Demon brought his own tree and buried it in this place?
I stood holding the sword, unable to shake the sense of incongruity.

* * *
I stepped outside, moving through the quiet corridors as before.
I walked with a sword wrapped in cloth cradled in my arms. Soon, I felt eyes upon me.
“…It’s Wol-hyeop.”
“I heard his body had recovered. Is it true?”
“He certainly looks—”
I sensed the reactions of my fellow disciples. My spiritual perception seemed to have grown sharper. Things I wouldn’t have noticed before came into focus with crystalline clarity.
I deliberately ignored it and set my direction. There was only one place I needed to go.
A large building near the Cheonwol Sect. It was somewhere I had never visited before. As I approached it, someone blocked my path.
“Wait… oh.”
The one who stopped me appeared to be a second-generation disciple. I asked him a question.
“Is the Heavenly Supreme here?”
“…Well, that is—”
“If she is, please tell her I’ve arrived.”
Embarrassment flickered across the disciple’s eyes. What was this? Was someone else inside?
I tried to peek inside discreetly.
“Then, let’s finish our conversation next time.”
“Please be careful as you enter.”
Someone emerged from the building. Upon seeing him, I narrowed my eyes. It was Baek Yeon.
Baek Yeon and Cheonhye-in were coming out of the building together.
“Oh, who do we have here?”
Baek Yeon smiled upon seeing me. I immediately bowed respectfully.
“I greet you, Elder.”
“Yes, so I get to see our Wol-hyeop. How is your body?”
“Yes. I’m well.”
“Mm, that’s good. I’m relieved.”
He smiled broadly and patted my shoulder lightly.
“Yes, let’s meet separately next time.”
“Understood.”
Baek Yeon left after saying that, and I brushed dust from my shoulder as if clearing away his touch.
“…Sigh.”
Cheonhye-in’s eyes widened at the sight. Her expression seemed to ask how I could be so openly obvious about my displeasure.
“…What’s the matter?”
“Ah, I have something to give you. May I come in?”
“…Come in.”
With Cheonhye-in’s permission, I entered the building. The interior was quite neat. Uncleared tea and traces of where Baek Yeon had been sitting proved his presence.
“Just so you know, don’t get the wrong idea.”
Cheonhye-in spoke to me.
“I was simply meeting with the Elder because we had matters to discuss. I have no intention of making any moves toward you.”
“Ah.”
I wondered what she was about to say. Was it something like that?
“I don’t mind.”
“What did you say?”
“Do as you see fit.”
I answered indifferently. I didn’t really care.
“Besides, whatever you do won’t cause me any harm.”
“….”
Cheonhye-in’s brow furrowed. My confident response seemed to irritate her.
“…Where does such confidence come from….”
“Let’s drop that subject.”
Thud.
I placed what I had been carrying in my robes onto Cheonhye-in’s desk.
“What is this?”
“The item you requested.”
“Requested?”
“You asked me to find a sword.”
“…!”
At my words, Cheonhye-in’s eyes widened like lanterns. She immediately reached for the sword, unwrapping the cloth and examining its interior.
“Ah…!”
She gasped upon confirming the sword.
“Is that the right one?”
“…Yes, it is.”
Her eyes trembled wildly.
“Where…. Where did you find it?”
“I found it. Do I need to tell you that as well?”
“…No, it’s fine.”
I thought Cheonhye-in would ask, but she didn’t. She seemed to already know I must have found it in Bigo.
At her response, I nodded and spoke.
“Then as promised….”
“…Thank you.”
“Pardon?”
I flinched at her words. What did she just say? Did Cheonhye-in really just thank me?
I flinched. I wondered if I had misheard.
“…What did you just say?”
“I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”
“Heavenly Supreme?”
What kind of madness is this?
“I haven’t forgotten our promise. I’m truly grateful.”
“….”
It seemed I’d heard her correctly.
That woman was thanking me. Ugh, how unsettling. I brushed my shoulder lightly.
“…No, well. Finding it was enough.”
*Clang.*
Cheonhye-in grasped the sword and drew it from its sheath. The worn blade caught my eye—corroded and chipped in countless places.
“….”
Could that even be called a sword? No matter how I looked at it, calling it an antique seemed more fitting.
Yet Cheonhye-in’s eyes trembled as she gazed upon it, and she made no attempt to hide it.
“…Thank you for finding it. I think I need to wake up now.”
“Suddenly?”
“Yes. I have somewhere to go.”
Cheonhye-in rose to her feet.
“I’m sorry.”
She even apologized before leaving. What? Was this a dream? An illusion?
Watching Cheonhye-in disappear hurriedly with quick, urgent steps, I could only stare blankly at her retreating back.
Was that sword truly so important? I was lost in such thoughts when—
‘Hmm.’
I scratched my cheek. What now? With Cheonhye-in gone, I couldn’t stay here either.
Thinking thus, I rose to my feet. That’s when—
[Pardon the intrusion.]
“….”
My body stiffened at the transmission that reached me.
[My Heavenly Lord.]
It was Gwima’s transmission.
[I have urgent matters to report.]
At his words, my rigid body moved again. What could it be?
[My Lord.]
Gwima spoke.
[A message has arrived from the Demonic Cult.]
“….”
This time, my own expression hardened.

* * *
Creeeeak.
The door swung open. As a presence stirred within the modest yet expansive Sect Leader’s Chamber, Wol Seon-geom lifted his head from where he sat.
There stood a woman who appeared to have rushed here with great haste—his daughter, Cheonhye-in.
“What is the matter?”
“….”
Cheonhye-in did not answer, instead approaching Wol Seon-geom directly. And then.
Shing.
She suddenly drew the blade she had brought with her.
Thunk—!
She drove it into Wol Seon-geom’s desk. Even in that moment, he showed no surprise whatsoever. He simply gazed steadily at his daughter.
“What are you doing?”
His voice had changed from before. Hearing this, Cheonhye-in spoke to him with sharp eyes.
“I have found it.”
“….”
Only after hearing her words did Wol Seon-geom look at the blade embedded in his desk.
And his eyes widened ever so slightly.
“This is…”
“As promised, I have brought it to you.”
Cheonhye-in’s beautiful voice carried something burning within it.
“Sect Leader. This is the blade meant to kill you.”
“I see.”
Even at his daughter’s violent words, Wol Seon-geom remained composed.
As though he had expected as much.
Irritated by even that reaction, Cheonhye-in bit her lip. Wol Seon-geom spoke to his daughter.
“Send word to the Dang Clan. Have them take the blade and repair it. That is your task.”
“…What, repair the blade?”
At his absurd words, Cheonhye-in let out an exasperated breath.
“Do you truly believe you could sever my neck with such a worn-out blade?”
“….”
“If you are to bare your fangs, at least they should be sharp.”
Crunch.
Hearing his words, Cheonhye-in gritted her teeth.
“Depart tomorrow.”
“…Yes. I shall do as you say.”
With a stiff bow, Cheonhye-in withdrew the blade.
“Forgive my rudeness.”
With eyes turned cold, she offered a respectful nod before turning her back toward the door.
Slam—!!
The door shut harshly. Watching it close, Wol Seon-geom, a man of refined features, raised his delicate hand to his face.
Today, of all days.
It was a day of profound cold and darkness.

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