The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 425

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 425
My feet freeze at the sound that reaches my ears.
“Wol-hyeop…?”
Those moving alongside me call out my name, but my expression remains as rigid as my legs, unwilling to soften.
‘Damn it.’
I wish I’d misheard. But somehow, I know I haven’t.
Uuuung.
My heart responds. It’s always frustratingly accurate.
[I suspected as much. So it really was you.]
That ominous voice pierces through my chest. I don’t bother turning my head to locate its source.
My soul already knows the direction. Instead, I have to force myself not to look that way.
[Tsk tsk tsk tsk.]
A revolting laugh.
It’s the same as back then.
‘Child. You have fine eyes.’
‘What do you say? Won’t you become my disciple?’
It happened at the worst possible time—when my luck was at its lowest, when I wasn’t controlling my soul.
That’s when I encountered that old man.
A human with eyes like mine, or rather, similar enough to call them the same.
One who could see what shouldn’t be seen and feel what shouldn’t be felt, just as I do.
That decrepit old man was such a being.
The difference was this:
‘I avoid it and live in escape.’
That old man, as if he actually enjoyed it, mingles with spirits and lives his life entangled with them.
‘Ugh.’
The mere thought of it makes my skin crawl. I’m struggling so hard precisely because I don’t want to live such a life. What could he possibly find appealing about it?
[Child.]
The voice continues. It was more than a simple transmission of sound.
[Child.]
‘Shut up.’
I ignore it repeatedly, yet the voice only grows stronger.
[Everyone can hear it, yet you still hold your head high. Tsk tsk, how admirable…]
Sssssss.
I feel something. My eyes narrow. This old bastard is doing something pointless.
Kiiiiik kik.
It crawls up my skin like an itch, as if a long centipede were climbing across my body.
‘Ha.’
How irritating.
‘Are you trying to curse me?’
The sensation is unpleasant. As always, that damned human was someone I had no desire to associate with.
‘I’m already swamped as it is.’
Regardless of why I was in Hanan, his pointless antics were infuriating me.
So I applied a bit more force, intending to brush him aside.
[How revolting.]
Uuuuung.
Suddenly, the Divine Sword vibrated in resonance with the Celestial Demon’s voice.
[How dare you—]
Fuuuuuuuk—!!!
“…!”
Energy erupted from the Divine Sword. This was no mere qi. It was a form of spiritual essence.
A vast spiritual essence that martial artists could never perceive burst forth.
[Kugh—!]
Suddenly, blood dripped from the Old Man’s mouth.
‘…Oh no.’
Cold sweat ran down my face. It seemed I had just struck back with spiritual essence.
‘…At this level….’
He likely coughed up blood. After that, I couldn’t sense anything.
My vision was the same.
‘Sigh.’
I exhaled deeply.
“Wol-hyeop.”
Then, my Disciple spoke to me.
“Ah, my apologies. I was just a bit tense for a moment.”
I answered with a smile, and my Disciple nodded.
I continued moving as before.
‘What is this.’
My mind was in turmoil.
‘Why.’
Why was the Death King here in this place.

* * *
I proceeded without acknowledging the Death King’s arrival. Since I had a destination, I needed to move forward immediately.
Not long after, we reached the entrance.
“It should arrive shortly,” the disciple reported.
I listened to the information and looked ahead.
Even without the disciple’s words.
‘…It’s coming.’
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
Something in the distance was causing vibrations. A thick aura rose from the ground beneath my feet.
Something was approaching steadily. And it was—
‘Revolting.’
Something that felt utterly repulsive.
As the distance closed, its presence grew more intense.
I wasn’t the only one sensing it. Everyone around me was already visibly tense.
Not long after.
Thud, thud, thud.
A carriage came into view in the distance. A crimson warhorse emerged into sight.
‘…Quite massive.’
Why was the horse so large? It was nothing but muscle. Its appearance was overwhelmingly intense.
The crimson warhorse approached the league, gradually slowing its pace as it entered the entrance.
히이이이이잉—!!!! 앞까지 오고서야 울음소리를 내며 그대로 멈췄다.
Clang.
A sound came from beside me. It was Sochul Daeju placing his hand on his sword hilt.
Then.
Creak. The carriage door opened and someone descended.
“This is—”
“…”
As the door opened, a revolting aura poured out. I wanted to cover my nose. The young man wrapped in that nauseating aura was someone I recognized.
‘It’s him.’
The man I met at Yongbong Jihoe. The one who infiltrated Hanam disguised as a blood relative of the Baek clan.
‘Baekcheon-il.’
That was the name I remembered from back then. And.
‘The Young Master of the Demonic Cult.’
I had discovered that man’s true identity was the Young Master of the Demonic Cult.
‘…Like this.’
To meet again. Of all places, here.
“It’s been a while,” the Young Master said with a grin, looking at me.
He then extended his hand toward me.
“So you’re called Wol-hyeop? It suits you, friend.”
I hesitated for a moment before grasping his hand.
“How have you been?”
I narrowed my eyes at the man’s question and replied.
“Well enough. And it seems you’ve been doing quite well yourself?”
“Oh? What makes you think that?”
“Your expression looks remarkably pleasant.”
“Haha.”
The Young Master laughs.
“Well, I haven’t been doing well, actually. Thanks to someone, you see.”
“Could that someone be me, by any chance?”
“Ahahaha.”
The Young Master bursts into laughter at my words. Then.
“Your perception is still sharp, I see?”
He wiped his expression clean and spoke in a chilling voice.
Clang—!
A harsh sound rang out from Sochul Daeju’s sword scabbard. Simultaneously.
Clang.
The same came from the martial artist behind the Young Master. Several figures had appeared without warning.
‘The numbers—’
From what I could see, six. All masked martial artists.
‘…Could it be.’
Were these the Eight Demons that Gwima had mentioned? Everything pointed to it.
“Release your grip.”
Sochul Daeju spoke to the Young Master, radiating killing intent.
“Ah, how troublesome. So you’re the famous Sochul Daeju.”
The Young Master looked at him and released the pressure from his hand.
“I was merely jesting. Please don’t be upset.”
“….”
“If you react like that… my people tend to become a bit oversensitive.”
Kkrrkk.
I felt killing intent. It emanated from the masked figure in the back—specifically, the one with a sword at his waist.
‘This.’
It was formidable. Perhaps because my perception had changed upon reaching the pinnacle, but the opponent’s killing intent felt unusually vivid.
‘How strong is this person?’
My sense of their power was sluggish. Which meant.
‘…Could they be beyond my ability to perceive?’
That might well be the case.
“Enough.”
At that moment, the Young Master spoke softly. The killing intent that had been present vanished entirely.
“The atmosphere has become too intense for a place meant for pleasant conversation.”
Upon hearing the Young Master’s words, the figure in the back knelt down.
“My apologies.”
‘Hm?’
I was startled. The voice was delicate and thin. A woman? I had thought the person was rather short for a man, but since they were covered head to toe, I hadn’t recognized them.
“Forgive the intrusion. I shall personally discipline my subordinate, so please overlook this matter.”
“….”
Sochul Daeju’s brow hardened. It was a transparent display of his feelings.
Seeing that, I spoke as well.
“…Daeju. Please calm yourself. I’m fine.”
“….”
With a metallic scrape, the sword that had been about to be drawn slid back into its sheath. The atmosphere finally seemed to settle.
“Then, please guide us.”
The Young Master spoke amid the calmed situation.
“…I shall begin the tour.”
The figure from the League began an awkward guidance.

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“…They really are from the Demonic Sect.”
“…Demonic cultivators, you say?”
“That rumor is actually….”
As we entered the main hall with the Demonic Sect members, gazes poured in from all directions.
All of them were looking at us with eyes filled with fear.
“Why would the League Leader….”
“Has he truly lost his mind….”
“This person…! How could they say such a thing…!”
The voices were attempting denial, but resistance lay beneath them.
It seemed they couldn’t bring themselves to deny it completely.
‘Ugh, my face is burning.’
With gazes pouring in from every direction, I felt as though my face would be pierced through.
Of course, they weren’t looking at me specifically.
‘Tch.’
I glanced at the Young Master walking beside me. He was walking calmly with a composed smile.
‘The aura is…’
Still dense. It seemed somewhat different from the aura of those from Patcheon Gung, but it was equally unpleasant to sense.
Demonic cultivators.
‘The Demonic Sect, resurrected.’
The Celestial Demon who sparked the Righteous-Demonic War had died, and now the Demonic Sect had risen again.
A dialogue between them and the Righteous Sects.
‘…Will it work?’
Shin Chang was accommodating because of the Celestial Demon’s request.
‘But it’s a memory the Celestial Demon himself doesn’t know.’
I questioned whether bringing this directly to Hanam and causing such a commotion was truly the right move.
‘The reactions around us speak for themselves.’
Though a meeting had been arranged, everyone from the League despised it, and the surrounding people felt the same.
Yet they called it a conference despite such poor reception.
‘What are they trying to accomplish?’
No matter how much I pondered it, this choice made no sense to me.
Then.
“Can I ask you just one thing?”
“….”
The Young Master suddenly posed a question to me.
“…What is it?”
“I’ve been curious about this for a while now.”
The Young Master glanced at me sideways. I flinched at that gaze. His black pupils were tinted a deep crimson.
‘Heavenly Killing Star.’
Those crimson eyes—the same as the Celestial Demon’s.
As I hesitated under that stare.
“Do you see things that others cannot?”
“What…?”
My eyes narrowed. Things others cannot see? What was he talking about?
‘This man.’
Did he possess divine sight as well? What was this?
‘It doesn’t feel like it.’
I sensed no spiritual energy from him. He appeared to lack any power from that particular lineage. Yet he asked such a question?
“…What do you mean?”
I responded as if I didn’t understand.
At my reaction, the Young Master chuckled softly.
“Never mind then. I was just wondering.”
“…What.”
“A pointless thought.”
With those words, we entered the main hall of the League. The moment we stepped inside, a figure appeared before us.
“Ah, who is this?”
The Young Master reacted upon seeing him.
“The esteemed League Leader of the great orthodox faction has personally come to greet us.”
Shin Chang.
The current League Leader and one of the Celestial Demons stood there.
Beside him, Cheon Rijin-an stared at the Young Master with a hardened expression.
The Young Master approached him. The martial artists around us began to react to this movement, but.
Swiftly.
Shin Chang raised his hand to stop them.
“I shall now offer the courtesy I failed to show you last time.”
The Young Master approached him and spoke.
“I am the Young Master of the Demonic Cult.”
His dark robe billowed in the wind.
“The successor to the previous Celestial Demon, and the current sky of the Demonic Cult.”
Uuuung. The cult members around him reacted to those words.
And then.
[How pathetic.]
At that, the Divine Sword clicked his tongue as if it were utterly ridiculous.
And quite vehemently at that.

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