The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 421

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 421
-…You’re saying the Demonic Cult made contact?
I asked with a slightly stiffened expression, and Gwima’s response came immediately.
-Yes. A message arrived.
-A message? What…?
-The Young Master will head to Hanam shortly, and all Eight Demons are to assemble. That was the message.
-…
My brow furrowed. Heading to Hanam. The Demonic Cult is going to Hanam?
‘Is it that matter?’
I recalled what Shin Chang had mentioned. That insane talk about holding negotiations with the Demonic Cult. I think he’d said I should represent our side.
‘They’re actually going through with it?’
Would the orthodox sects permit this? The very fact that the Demonic Cult would come to Hanam was problematic. They were the group that had once reduced Hanam to ruins and left the League Leader in that state, yet allowing them to come seemed absurd.
‘The Young Master.’
I recalled that cursed man. The impossible Evil Instrument he possessed, and the Heavenly Killing Star he harbored.
-Hmm.
I spoke and gazed at one wall. It was the Divine Sword.
‘Hanam, then.’
Soon enough, Hanam. And it was also the time I needed to return to the Martial Arts Alliance. The timing aligned perfectly.
‘Is this acceptable?’
It couldn’t be acceptable. I suppressed a sigh that threatened to escape.
-Little Heaven.
Gwima addressed me with a question.
-Speak.
-If I may be so bold as to offer counsel, beware of the Young Master.
-…
-He lacks the qualifications, yet obtained insufficient credentials through cunning and talent.
-…He lacks qualifications?
-The Young Master is neither the bloodline of the previous Heaven, the Celestial Demon, nor has he learned the Demonic Cult’s divine techniques.
-What?
What are you saying? He hasn’t learned the Demonic Cult’s divine techniques?
-To be precise, he cannot learn them.
-…Why?
-Because he is not of the previous Heaven’s bloodline.
I hadn’t known that he wasn’t the Celestial Demon’s bloodline either. Then what exactly is that man? Moreover—
‘Martial arts that cannot be learned without being of the bloodline?’
Does such a thing exist? I paused upon hearing this.
-You must be cautious of the Young Master.
Gwima merely repeated the same words.
‘Be cautious, he says.’
As if I wasn’t already being cautious. It simply made me more uneasy, that was all.
‘Originally.’
I shouldn’t have been entangled with him at all. How did things end up like this? If I’m being honest, the problem started the moment I grasped that cursed man’s divine sword.
‘Tsk.’
It’s a shame I yearned for a peaceful life.
Everything twisted and tangled until now I even had to concern myself with the Demonic Cult.
Truly, there was nothing but frustration in this life.

* * *
Another day had passed. By the time the muscle soreness from the aftermath of the Cheongrang Society had subsided somewhat.
I had finished the morning training that had become routine by now.
‘I didn’t have the spirit dream today.’
Perhaps learning the elementary techniques was the problem.
Whether that damned old man Yoo Cheon-gil had done something or not, I couldn’t enter the spirit dream I always had.
Yes, I didn’t ‘can’t’—I ‘couldn’t.’
Normally, if I wanted to, I should have been able to enter. But today, even when I tried to look, I couldn’t get in.
It was clear.
‘This old man. He did something.’
He must have done something. Otherwise, it made no sense.
‘What on earth is he thinking?’
He doesn’t show himself and blocks the spirit dream too. I don’t know where he’s gone. Since I can’t even talk to the Celestial Demon about it, I’m just getting increasingly frustrated.
“…Sigh.”
Anyway.
“Here.”
I spoke and handed an object to someone. Standing before me was Yoo Yeon.
“Is this the right one?”
Yoo Yeon nodded at my words. What I handed her was Hwasan’s robe that had been in Yoo Cheon-gil’s storage. The robe with black fur, that is.
It was the black-furred robe.
I had originally intended to give it to her anyway. Since there was a conversation we shared at Hwasan, I went to the storage and retrieved it.
The owner had already approved, so there would be no karmic debt accumulated.
As I handed over the object, Yoo Yeon took the robe and put it on. She’s putting it on right away?
“…Are you sure you can wear that?”
Thinking it was still a precious item of Hwasan, I asked, and Yoo Yeon nodded, writing something with her hand.
She was writing in the empty air, but it wasn’t difficult to see and interpret.
“You already received permission? From whom? Your master?”
Yoo Yeon nodded again.
‘…When on earth did that happen.’
I didn’t bother asking further. If Hwasan’s previous sect leader had approved it, what could I say?
“Fine, whatever.”
It’s done if I gave it. I ended the conversation that way. Yoo Yeon carefully stroked the robe draped over her shoulders.
Or not.
‘It wasn’t caressing.’
Rather, the opposite.
It seemed as though I was sending emotions into the robe, hoping it would caress me in return.
I didn’t bother to think about whom I was remembering.
I could tell without needing to think about it.

* * *
After finishing my conversation with Yoo Yeon, I sought out Wol Seon-geom.
“Pardon the intrusion,”
“Come in.”
The Moonjusil, which I seemed to be visiting quite frequently now. Upon entering, Wol Seon-geom was reading documents as always.
Just look at that towering pile of documents….
‘When on earth does this man find time to train?’
He was handling work like that every day—I wondered if he even had time to cultivate.
“I heard you called for me.”
I ignored the documents and asked. Then Wol Seon-geom turned his gaze toward me. Seeing that, I hesitated.
‘How strange.’
Perhaps because of the gaze I’d seen in the bound memory from last time. Wol Seon-geom’s eyes felt somewhat different.
Or perhaps not.
‘But he doesn’t look particularly pleased right now either?’
He seemed more withdrawn than usual. Something unpleasant appeared to be on his mind.
“Bangseong-yeon.”
“…Yes, Moonju.”
I answered with tension.
“Are the preparations complete?”
“For what…?”
“Your return to the Alliance.”
“….”
I swallowed hard once more.
“…Yes.”
At my response, Wol Seon-geom nodded slightly.
“Then organize the personnel and move to the main headquarters. The Scholar has sent a letter.”
He handed me the document he’d been reading. It was a letter from the Martial Arts Alliance—bearing the seal of the main headquarters itself.
The content wasn’t particularly long, but to summarize what was written:
-You’ve been there too long. Come back now.
That was the gist of it. Honestly, it was absurd.
‘This is where I was supposed to be in the first place,’
So why are they telling me to come back? Since when was I a member of the Martial Arts Alliance?
It was ridiculous, but I had nothing to say.
“…But if you’re asking me to organize those personnel.”
“The arrangements are complete. Report to Sochul Daeju and prepare for departure.”
“Ah, yes.”
I couldn’t ask anything more. Why did he seem so frightening today? It was downright unsettling.
‘…The Martial Arts Alliance.’
It seemed the time had come for me to return.
‘Ah, damn it.’
I’d already started thinking of going back. This is why habits are so terrifying.

* * *
I left Moonjusil and immediately sought out Sochul Daeju.
“Teacher.”
“…Ah, right.”
So that’s what he’d been calling me. It felt quite strange to hear it again after so long.
‘I spent too long in the spirit dream.’
The time there had been so exhausting that my memories here were becoming slightly muddled.
“The Moonju said you must return to the main alliance, so I’m to report….”
“Ah, so the time has come already.”
Saying that, he began packing his belongings.
“What are you doing…?”
“Preparing to depart.”
“Preparing? Why?”
“Pardon?”
“What?”
We weren’t understanding each other. I asked just to be sure.
“You’re going with me?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Of course? What do you mean of course…?”
Is this man insane? What’s so obvious about that?
Sochul Daeju should be protecting Sowoldae, not this.
Bewildered, I pressed further.
“The Moonju has entrusted me with the role of escort once more.”
“What do you mean….”
“I heard you’ll be representing us at the conference. So the Scholar himself made the request….”
“Ah, damn it.”
So that’s why. It wasn’t just anyone—it was Cheon Rijin-an’s request, so even Sochul Daeju would move.
‘…Can he really leave his post this often?’
The Daeju of Sowoldae keeps leaving. Is this really acceptable?
“In any case, I shall serve you again this time. Teacher.”
“…Ah, yes.”
It looked like I’d be using the renowned Sochul Daeju as my escort twice now. His eyes gleaming with what more he might learn were utterly burdensome.
‘…Is this really okay?’
It was hard to say.

* * *
A day passed, and we were preparing the carriage.
People gathered to outfit a small carriage. Since the distance to the main headquarters wasn’t far anyway, there wasn’t much to prepare.
“Do we need this too?”
“It would be good to bring it.”
“Ah, honestly, I’m fine as long as there’s a place to sleep.”
Two burly men were muttering about something. I found myself watching awkwardly as they examined the carriage from every angle.
“…What is this?”
What in the world was this sight?
Sochul Daeju, called the Absolute Master, and Paewang, said to be the strongest among the Five Kings of Heaven, were muttering while looking at provisions being loaded into the carriage.
“Hmm…I should have packed more rice.”
The one-armed old man. Now working as a coachman, but in truth the Sword Emperor, one of the Celestial Demons, was expressing regret while tending to the horses.
“Young Master, how is your health?”
Gwima, who served under the Celestial Demon and was the Scholar of the Divine Cult, was inquiring about my well-being while dressed in women’s clothing.
“…”
Is this right? It was a fundamental question. Was this gathering really okay? Suppressing a sigh that threatened to escape, I asked Gwima.
-…But is it really alright for you to be here like this?
-What do you mean?
Gwima looked at me as if asking what I was talking about.
-Ah, that. You didn’t appear much because you were worried other masters might notice.
-Ah…That part.
Gwima spoke with a smile.
-I’ve taken care of it.
How…?
You resolved it? What do you mean? While I was confused.
“Preparations are complete…”
Someone spoke to me in a voice that sounded half-dead. It was Dok-ryong.
Looking at Dok-ryong like that, I asked.
“But…why are you doing this?”
“Huh?”
At my question, Dok-ryong asked back with a blank expression.
“I mean, you’re not even one of us, so why are you naturally doing the work?”
“Oh.”
At my point, Dok-ryong’s eyes widened as if he’d just realized. This guy really didn’t know.
No wonder he was carrying luggage together with the disciples. Even the disciples were looking at him strangely, but he didn’t even pay attention.
“…Damn it…I got so used to it…!”
Dok-ryong reacted indignantly. This guy was really funny, wasn’t he?
“This is ridiculous, even for an idiot.”
“And whose fault is that…!”
“What’s wrong?”
When I glared at him, Dok-ryong flinched and averted his gaze. What was I going to do with him?
‘I need to send this one off soon.’
It wasn’t that I wanted to keep dragging him along. But since he hadn’t finished learning, I had no choice.
‘Honestly, it’s a bit convenient too.’
Despite his lack of manners, he did whatever I asked and his work sense wasn’t bad. It was just that he couldn’t learn Manceon Hwau.
As I shook my head looking at Dok-ryong, Yoo Yeon appeared next.
She was wearing the black robe she’d received yesterday.
“…Are you really going too?”
At my words, Yoo Yeon nodded.
Yoo Yeon had been included in the group. Surprisingly, she’d obtained Wol Seon-geom’s permission directly.
I’d thought she might return to Hwasan right away.
‘Does that side not matter?’
I was curious about Hwasan’s intentions, but looking at Yoo Yeon, it seemed like nothing mattered to her.
‘She doesn’t seem like the type to listen well to orders either.’
Yoo Yeon was more stubborn than I’d expected. Extremely so.
‘Next would be…’
Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong. I’d thought those who came last time might follow along.
‘But they didn’t join the group.’
This group had been assembled directly by Wol Seon-geom, so I had no say in it.
That was why.
“Ah, good morning.”
The reason that man was included.
“Hey, sleep well? Hahaha!”
The one approaching with bandages wrapped around his body, grinning brightly.
Eunwol Sword Yoo Yul.
Looking at him, I frowned.

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