The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 429

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 429
I swallowed hard at the transmission sent by Gwima.
‘…Gungwi?’
Gungwi appears here? My eyes wavered at Gwima’s words.
‘…Right. I had a feeling something like this might happen.’
The Death King is connected to Gungwi. I knew that, and having heard that the Death King exists in Harnam, I had considered matters related to Gungwi.
‘Why is he suddenly bringing up the Young Master and Gungwi?’
What does it mean that he and Gungwi met here?
Why is the conversation turning out this way?
-When did this occur?
-Last night.
-…So Gungwi and the Young Master met at that time?
-That is correct.
-Do you know the reason?
-I do not.
Tsk. I clicked my tongue inwardly. He doesn’t know the reason? So the Young Master met Gungwi privately?
‘What is this?’
The fact that Gungwi and the Young Master met bothers me. Especially.
‘Those eyes are problematic too.’
The pupils shrouded in shadow were also troubling. My eyes narrowed. I wondered if there was significance in switching to a transmission instead.
‘Somehow.’
It seemed he was being mindful of me. Whether that was because of Yoo Yul, or.
‘Whether it’s because I’m Geomseong’s Predecessor, I’m not sure.’
Gungwi is being mindful of me.
And in that state, she met the Young Master. That part sends chills down my spine.
-…Do you also not know the reason the Young Master opened this conference?
-My apologies.
Gwima speaks in an awkward tone.
-It’s because I’m currently being disliked by the Young Master.
-Disliked…?
One of the Eight Demon Fists and the Scholar who walked alongside the previous Celestial Demon. So Gwima, one of the Eight Demon Fists, is on bad terms with the Young Master?
I had heard about it, but I never thought they would keep the plans hidden from me like this.
‘And the Eight Demon Fists don’t even know each other’s identities?’
I wonder what kind of relationship this is.
‘Ah, this.’
There are more things to be concerned about. At that thought, I had to furrow my brow.
‘How bothersome.’
I was hoping things would resolve cleanly. Is there still something left in the Sword Pavilion?
‘Roughly around the time we cross from six to seven.’
Even if that weren’t the case, amidst the sensation of connecting the sword.
Within it, I sensed something amiss.
‘I’ve felt this way for roughly seven days now.’
I noticed it during my usual training. Without understanding why. Everything seemed identical to any other day, yet something changed from that moment onward.
‘It’s not as though my realm has advanced or I’ve gained some sudden enlightenment.’
Whirrr.
Clink.
I spun the blade once and sheathed it. The Divine Sword was secured, and I adjusted my robes.
“This will suffice.”
I lacked the time for further training. Just to this point. As I regulated my breathing with that thought in mind.
‘Now that I think about it.’
The technique itself was one thing.
‘What should I do with this sword?’
There was also the matter of the Divine Sword.
‘Can I carry it with me?’
The Divine Sword originally belonged to the Celestial Demon of the Demonic Sect. I was uncertain whether I could openly wield what he once possessed before the Demonic Sect members.
‘They seemed to be searching for it as well.’
I turned my head. The Young Master. His reaction troubled me.
‘Will he try to seize it?’
I considered that possibility. If it came to that, what would I do? As such thoughts occupied me.
Thump.
“….”
I sensed a presence and turned around. Yoo Yeon appeared.
“You’ve arrived?”
“….”
Yoo Yeon nodded. She seemed to have come for training as well.
She appeared to hesitate slightly upon seeing me.
“Ah, it’s fine. I’ve finished my session.”
My training had concluded at precisely that moment. I waved my hand reassuringly and moved aside.
‘Ah, come to think of it.’
I regarded Yoo Yeon again. A woman with a seemingly innocent countenance.
‘He wouldn’t know, would he?’
The Young Master likely remained unaware that Yoo Yeon was the true daughter of the Celestial Demon.
‘That would explain his indifferent demeanor.’
He showed little concern.
‘But if he were to discover it.’
What would happen then?
‘That man claimed with his own words to be of the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.’
Yet he was not the Celestial Demon himself. The true daughter was Yoo Yeon. The Celestial Demon neither confirmed nor denied this, but the fact that she could wield the Divine Sword suggested it was true.
Ah, but then.
‘Can the Young Master wield the Divine Sword?’
That thought crossed my mind. Just then.
[One without qualification cannot possibly wield a sword.]
The Celestial Demon answered in the Young Master’s stead. It was a definitive statement—the Young Master could not wield it.
[Are you curious?]
‘No, I’m not curious.’
Why bother?
Even if I were curious, there was no way to verify it.
‘What method could make the Young Master wield the sword.’
I could wield it, but the Young Master could not. That alone would create problems.
‘So then.’
It was best to prevent such a situation from arising in the first place.
That was my principle.
“Ah. Hey.”
“…?”
I called out to Yoo Yeon.
“I’m telling you in advance. Try not to attend the conference if you can.”
Yoo Yeon tilted her head in confusion. She hadn’t attended the conference yesterday either. Because I had discouraged her.
“The Cheongwol Sect has more people, and having you come alone from Hwasan might not be viewed favorably. I’ve already obtained permission from the League Leader and the Scholar, so rest if you can.”
“….”
Yoo Yeon nodded carefully at my words.
Whether she understood or not, it seemed she didn’t mind either way.
‘…Just as much as possible.’
Not appearing was the best course. I chose to keep Yoo Yeon from becoming entangled with the Demonic Sect.
‘Even if they don’t know.’
There was a chance they might find out.
‘Gwima knows me as blood kin.’
It was best that nothing about Yoo Yeon became known.
For her sake as well.
[I hope it remains unknown.]
The Celestial Demon whispered quietly.
Even with her daughter before him, his voice remained unchanged.
[Then there is a good method.]
“….”
It was a statement that felt ominous.
Deeply so.

* * *
The meeting was scheduled for sometime after noon. Until then, I could move about before my schedule became fully occupied.
There was little for me to do. The Marins would be gathered at the location the League Leader had designated, and since there was no need to encounter the orthodox sects, I drew my sword and ventured out.
“….”
Whoosh.
I swung through several sword forms. Seven swords. With each use, I felt myself growing gradually more familiar with them.
The problem was.
‘…Hmm.’
When I blended Yoo Cheon-gil’s Daewol incantation into all the sword forms, it felt flawless.
‘But everything after that feels vague.’
The sword path that followed. Using it was certainly clean enough.
‘Yet something feels off.’
An inexplicable unease lingered. I wiped away the inner energy that had gathered on the dark-hued blade. As the qi returned, I also cleaned the sweat clinging to my body.
‘What is this.’
What was this feeling? I had obtained all seven sword forms, yet something felt incomplete. It was a reason I couldn’t explain even to myself.
‘Is it a problem with the sword itself….’
If it were an issue with the techniques, I would have no one to ask.
Since this sword had been guided by Yoo Cheon-gil, I couldn’t seek advice from anyone else.
‘If I had to choose.’
The Sword Emperor does exist.
‘But that man is far too reclusive.’
I hadn’t seen him since arriving at the League. He had apparently disappeared after entrusting me with the carriage.
‘Otherwise.’
The right course would be to ask Yoo Cheon-gil directly. But even that was impossible in my current situation.

* * *
The time had come. It was precisely noon when I changed into fresh clothes and made my way there in pristine condition.
Perhaps because of what happened yesterday, the atmosphere had grown considerably more subdued.
Word of friction with the Demonic Sect was enough to cast such a heavy pall over everything.
“You’ve arrived.”
“Yes.”
Entering the conference hall where I had come yesterday, I found Cheon Rijin-an already waiting.
“And the League Leader?”
“He will be here shortly. Sit.”
“Understood.”
I took a seat at Cheon Rijin-an’s words. I was staring blankly at the tea placed before me when—
“I will say one thing.”
“Yes?”
I perked up my ears.
“Refrain from actions like yesterday.”
…
A warning. Cheon Rijin-an’s eyes were deadly serious.
“Regardless of your intentions, it was dangerous.”
“…I understand.”
I reflected on it. Even reconsidering, it was something I should not have done.
‘If that had truly escalated into a real conflict, it could have led to war.’
Of course, even if all Eight Demon Fists were present, as long as we remained in the League headquarters, the Young Master’s chances of escaping alive as he had before were virtually nonexistent.
‘Or so one would think.’
Would the Young Master not know this? The fact that he came anyway despite knowing meant he had some method.
‘A way to escape this place unscathed.’
Otherwise, he would never have come to the main headquarters with such confidence, spouting nonsense about negotiations.
“I apologize. I will ensure there are no issues with the negotiations.”
“…The negotiations are not the problem.”
“…Yes? I mean—”
“It means to exercise restraint.”
At Cheon Rijin-an’s serious gaze, I found myself hesitating. Was it concern? Or a rational conclusion? The word “concern” did not cross my mind.
“There are many who will step forward without you. Show wisdom.”
“…Understood.”
The brief exchange ended. I averted my eyes from Cheon Rijin-an’s gaze. Though I had given my answer, something felt peculiar inside.
As I was turning these thoughts over—
“The League Leader enters.”
Shin Chang appeared. There was something distinctly different about him compared to yesterday, hands clasped behind his back.
‘…Heavy.’
If yesterday’s presence had been ordinary, Shin Chang’s current aura felt extraordinarily weighty.
‘Has his resolve changed?’
As I looked at him, Shin Chang approached and took a seat at the head position.
Shhh.
The air around him felt even more suffocating.
‘Hmm….’
He seemed displeased. I wondered if he was upset about yesterday’s incident. I did act a bit recklessly, after all.
As I was thinking about that.
“The Young Master of the Demonic Sect has arrived—”
Along with the Martial Artist’s trembling voice, the opposite door opened. Just like yesterday, the Young Master entered.
“Greetings.”
Seeing him appear with a smile, my chest ached again. Ah, I should have hit him one more time. Why does he irritate me so much?
It seemed I simply disliked him intensely.
I narrowed my eyes, watching him.
Thud thud.
Several more followed him in. I thought the Eight Demon Fists were entering, just like yesterday.
“….”
I froze.
My body stiffened. The moment I saw the Eight Demon Fists, or more precisely, one figure among them, I reacted this way.
Those cloaked entirely in crimson robes and wearing masks—they all felt identical in presence.
‘What is this?’
Something was different from yesterday. The same number and the same appearance, yet.
‘What is it.’
Clearly, something was different. One figure among the eight stood out distinctly.
‘…No, that’s not quite right.’
I questioned whether “standing out” was the right way to describe it. It felt entirely different.
What is that? How could it be.
‘Wrapped in such dense spiritual energy like that.’
The Last Disciple among the Eight Demon Fists. Only he was different.
An oppressive spiritual energy enveloped his body. And furthermore.
Uuuung.
‘Look at this.’
The eyes within my shadow trembled intensely, growing darker and deeper.

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