The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 428

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 428
Saaaaaah-
It was as if a massive eye had concealed itself within the shadows. The glistening pupil gazed toward me with a faint luminescence, and I deliberately ignored it, forcing myself to maintain an artificial composure.
‘Where did it attach?’
When exactly had it latched onto me? If I had to guess, it was probably when I encountered the Death King.
That sense of incongruity I’d felt ever since. By the time I noticed, it was already too late.
‘This is absurd.’
I was slow. Despite something like this being attached to me, I failed to detect it. That was what truly bothered me.
‘…How precise is it?’
She used such a spirit technique, and I didn’t even notice?
‘How unsettling.’
Rather than displeasure, what I felt was unease. While sensing that acrid sensation—
[That despicable woman has employed some trick.]
The Celestial Demon displayed intense emotion, as if she knew the identity of that eye.
She seemed to know something. But—
[As long as that exists, you cannot maintain this for long. If that woman becomes aware, it will become troublesome.]
‘…Which woman are you referring to?’
[You must already suspect. I see no need to explain further. Resolve it yourself.]
‘Wait—’
Before I could finish speaking, the Celestial Demon’s presence vanished. She really did disappear.
‘…How infuriating.’
If you’re going to say something, at least explain it properly before leaving. These cursed demons always speak only what they wish and then vanish.
‘…No, wait.’
I click my tongue softly and think it through.
The Celestial Demon was right. Just as she said, I already knew.
‘Probably.’
The only person who could attach such an eye to me—even after meeting the Death King.
‘It’s not the Death King.’
It wouldn’t be the Death King. Though that man is certainly unpleasant and inconvenient.
‘At most.’
With merely that level of spiritual power, he couldn’t conceal something like this from me.
At least, that was the case with the Death King.
‘Then.’
Is there only one person left?
‘…The woman who has recently become entangled with the Death King.’
And the one who harbors malice toward the Cheongwol Sect.
‘The Most Beautiful Under Heaven.’
Gungwi.
If I had to say, I suspected it was her.
‘Tsk.’
Gungwi did the same to Yoo Yul, but to think there exists a human capable of wielding such a thing.
If she truly is Gungwi.
‘Why in the Southern Lands?’
I cannot fathom why she would position herself here of all places, nor why she would cast such a snare upon me.
‘What should I do?’
I deliberated briefly. I considered pretending ignorance and simply brushing it aside.
‘The Celestial Demon’s reaction as well.’
I concluded this was not something to resolve immediately.
And so.
‘Those Demonic Sect bastards are also a problem.’
I set this matter aside for now.
As I averted my gaze while thinking thus.
Whoosh.
I felt the stare from beyond my line of sight intensify with an eerie sharpness.

* * *
Swish. Rustle.
The Old Man groans amid the scratching sensation. His trembling form is saturated with agony.
“…Ugh.”
As he remained hunched and stammering from the evident pain.
“You look wretched.”
“….”
Before the Old Man sat a Woman, legs crossed, gazing down at him.
Snow-white hair paired with eyes of matching coldness.
The eerie aura contained within them seemed to transform the very air itself.
“Are you alright?”
“…I’m… fine.”
“Good, I’m relieved. You must be fine, naturally.”
The Old Man’s trembling seemed of little consequence to the Woman.
Her lofty and serene gaze held no concern, contrary to her words.
Not even the slightest trace of it.
“You cannot afford to be this incompetent. Isn’t that right?”
“…Yes. You are correct.”
The Old Man slowly rises to his feet. Pain still lingers visibly, yet he rises nonetheless.
For the sake of the Woman who appears far younger than himself.
“Hmm.”
The Woman stares intently at the Old Man.
“How amusing…?”
His condition is amusing. Surely there are few who would counterattack in such a manner.
‘Malice has seized his entire being.’
The woman waved her hand.
Whoosh—! The spiritual energy that had been coiling around the Old Man’s neck dissipated instantly.
“Cough.”
Only then did the Old Man gasp for breath roughly.
“Could it be that child’s doing?”
“…It wouldn’t be.”
The Old Man steadied his breathing as he spoke.
“That child is certainly exceptional, but not enough to make me lose like this.”
“You’re certain?”
“…Yes.”
“How cute. Speaking with such certainty before me.”
“…!”
A subtle coldness was embedded in the woman’s words.
Just as the Old Man hurried to explain himself—
“It’s fine. I was only joking.”
The woman spoke with an expressionless face.
“That child can see it, right?”
“…I’m certain of it.”
“Is that so? But if they possess such remarkable eyes….”
How could they not even glance at the trap I set?
Even when I poked at it repeatedly, there was no reaction.
How could that be possible?
Unless they felt nothing at all.
‘If they felt even the slightest bit—’
They couldn’t act like this. The density of what’s condensed in there is immense.
To brush against it even slightly would cause convulsions and unconsciousness, yet they ignore it so casually?
‘That can’t be.’
The woman laughed. Was there another being capable of such a thing?
‘Besides that hypocritical man?’
The previous Heavenly Lord of the Demonic Sect who possessed the cursed eyes.
There couldn’t be another like that bastard.
And yet.
‘That illustrious Yoo Cheon-gil’s predecessor.’
The Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil.
His predecessor—someone I’d be delighted to tear to shreds. I had judged it impossible for them to possess such remarkable talent.
If they did, I couldn’t have missed it.
“Then.”
If it’s not that child, it means there’s someone nearby capable of counterattacking.
‘Was there someone like that in this vicinity?’
At least not among the divine maidens I had planted.
Recalling this, the woman nodded slightly.
“Oheung.”
“…Yes, Mentor.”
She spoke while calling the Old Man’s name.
“I’m curious about that child.”
“…Do you mean the child of Bangga, ma’am?”
“That’s right. That impudent boy called Wol-hyeop.”
The woman laughed. As her eyes curved with mirth, the surroundings seemed to brighten in an instant.
“Bring him to me quietly. By whatever means necessary.”
“….”
At the woman’s words, Oheung, the Death King, bowed his head.
“…I shall obey your command.”
In the dead of night, the Death King received the command from the woman with eyes of pure white.
“Then.”
The Death King bowed his head until it nearly touched the ground, then vanished without a trace.
“Hmm.”
Left alone, the woman leisurely moved her chin.
“Now then.”
She turned her gaze toward the back.
“Shall I hear what he has to say as well?”
Standing alone in the rear was a young man with crimson eyes.
The Young Master of the Demonic Sect waited for the woman with a rigid expression.

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‘I’m sorry for asking such a thing of you.’
A dog’s dream.
That’s what came to mind the moment I heard those words. Anyone hearing that would understand immediately.
‘Ah, it’s been a while.’
A dream I rarely had. It felt like a year had passed since I last dreamed it, so why was I having it now all of a sudden?
I gazed at her with blunt eyes.
‘…Please look after my daughter.’
To the delicate woman’s plea, I—appearing far too young—responded.
‘I’m sorry, but I cannot accept such a request.’
Rude in tone. Anyone would think I was a hopeless case.
Still, it didn’t matter. Refusing had been the right choice from the start.
Only.
‘Even so.’
I couldn’t help but think I’d been unnecessarily harsh.
‘Is that so?’
Even at my words, the woman simply smiled.
A terribly sorrowful smile at that.
Looking at her, I furrowed my brow.
‘The child will do well on her own. So don’t worry and go. Especially if it’s for this child’s sake.’
I gazed at the even smaller child cradled in my small arms.
From crying so much over something so sorrowful, her eyes were swollen shut as she slept.
‘Thank you.’
Her hand reaching to touch her daughter trembled with exhaustion. Even if she clumsily reached for what she could not touch, it would not lead her to her destination.
So I did it instead.
With clumsy hands, I stroked the child’s hair.
‘…Thank you.’
The same gratitude. Yet carrying a different weight.
I watched the woman slowly fade away.
‘Seong-yeon.’
I listened to her voice calling out so gently. Yet I spoke first.
‘As I said before, I cannot accept your request.’
‘It’s not a request.’
‘Then what is it?’
Even as she gradually became light, the woman left her words with me.
너는 부디—
Her words cut off. Unable to complete her unfinished conclusion, I opened my eyes.
“…”
The moment I saw the ceiling, I sat up.
“…Damn it.”
After a long time, that dog dream still leaves my mouth feeling parched and stale.
Out of habit, I searched for the water glass on the table.
I was about to drink whatever water was in the room.
“Here you are.”
“Ah, thank you.”
I naturally received the glass and gulped it down without hesitation.
Ah, now I feel like I can live again. I especially appreciated how refreshingly cold it was.
“Would you like another glass?”
“Yes, if you could—”
I stopped mid-sentence and looked to my side.
“….”
“Good morning.”
Beside me stood a figure greeting me with a posture I knew all too well.
It was Gwima dressed in women’s clothing.
“…What are you doing here?”
Normally, I should have been startled at the sight, but I wasn’t.
It meant that at this point, nothing like this could surprise me anymore.
‘What has become of my life?’
I wondered if it was right that I’d grown so indifferent to such things.
“….”
Many thoughts crossed my mind, but I set them aside for now.
“I apologize for visiting so early in the morning.”
Gwima spoke with a genuinely apologetic expression.
“I came because I had something to tell you.”
“…Yes.”
I shook off the lingering fatigue from my head.
The fact that Gwima had come at this hour alone suggested something was amiss.
-Is it alright for you to come like this? Don’t you have matters to attend to?
I switched to telepathic transmission.
-It’s fine. I’ve handled everything without issue.
Gwima, sensing my intent, switched to telepathic transmission as well.
I understood that Gwima currently participated as a Marin under the Young Master.
-Are those people there really the Eight Demon Fists?
-Yes. They are precisely the Eight Demon Fists serving under the Young Master this time.
-…Mm.
It was as I suspected. Both the number of people and the feeling matched—so it was true after all.
‘He brought the Eight Demon Fists to the Martial Arts Alliance—’
The Eight Demon Fists were, after all, the Demonic Sect’s greatest force.
Even when the Celestial Demon existed, the Eight Demon Fists were formidable beings, yet he brings them all to the Martial Arts Alliance?
‘What is he trying to do?’
I couldn’t predict the Young Master’s intentions. Much less this.
-…How were the numbers filled?
The Sword Demon died by my hand.
More precisely, Yoo Cheon-gil used my hand to kill the Sword Demon.
Then the count shouldn’t be eight.
‘The number was eight.’
Eight including Gwima. Where did he find another to complete the Eight Demon Fists?
At those words, Gwima speaks to me with a troubled expression.
-That part, I haven’t heard anything about either.
-What?
Gwima hasn’t heard about it?
-Currently, the Eight Demon Fists don’t know each other’s identities. It was the Young Master’s order.
-…That’s.
What kind of insanity is this?
The Eight Demon Fists don’t know each other’s identities?
-Furthermore.
Gwima speaks to me with a grave expression.
-This is the main reason I’ve come to report to you, but….
At those cautious words.
-The Young Master has currently made contact with the Heavenly Outsider’s Nobility.
-…?
My brow furrowed. At the same time, the eyes hidden within my shadow trembled ever so slightly.

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