The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 440

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 440
Shhhhh—!
Goosebumps erupted across my spine. It was the killing intent the Sword Emperor unleashed at the mere mention of Amjeon.
‘…Ugh.’
I was terrified. My muscles and bones seemed to stiffen instantaneously. Was this the extent of power the Celestial Demon could emit with genuine intent?
‘I can feel the pressure.’
A sensation as though my entire body would be crushed. My survival instinct caused my inner energy to pour out uncontrollably. The qi flowing through my meridians barely managed to push back against the pressure.
“Why are you asking about that man?”
I swallowed hard and spoke to the Sword Emperor.
“…I simply wondered if you might know something about him.”
“Have you met him?”
“…No …I haven’t.”
I had met Amjeon at Hwasan. But I couldn’t possibly say that. At my words, the Sword Emperor fixed me with a piercing gaze.
As if trying to discern whether I spoke the truth.
“Right, there’s no way you could have.”
Before long, he reached his own conclusion.
The killing intent gradually subsided. When the pressure that had been suffocating me finally disappeared and I could barely exhale—
“Why do you ask about Amjeon?”
The Sword Emperor questioned me.
“I’ve been encountering members of the Celestial Demon frequently of late, and I became curious. Amjeon—he is also one of the Celestial Demon, after all.”
The master of the night.
The old man called the god of assassins.
And.
‘A person connected to my brother.’
Our older brother, the Younger Master of Bangso, had said he was connected to Amjeon. I had no choice but to pay attention to him.
But the Sword Emperor’s reaction was this.
“Do not know.”
The Sword Emperor spoke to me.
“It is pointless curiosity. If you wish to preserve your life, investigate nothing about that man.”
“….”
“It would be better for you that way. Should you become entangled with him in any manner—”
After a moment of deliberation, the Sword Emperor told me:
“Wol Seon-geom. Tell him you’ve become involved with Amjeon.”
“…To Cheonwol Munchu?”
“Yes.”
He was telling me to seek help from Cheonwol Munchu? That was an odd thing to say.
I scratched my cheek. It seemed there was nothing more to learn from the Sword Emperor.
“I understand.”
I bowed respectfully and left the stable.
As I walked, I murmured to myself.
‘Do you have nothing else to say?’
[Are you asking me?]
‘Well, it seems that way.’
[It didn’t seem like you intended to ask me before going to seek out the Sword Emperor.]
‘I wanted to ask someone I knew first.’
And that had been a mistake.
‘I nearly died.’
I had nearly been crushed under the weight of their killing intent.
‘…I thought I’d grown stronger, but.’
Even after reaching the pinnacle, these monsters still swarmed about everywhere.
‘I need to grow stronger.’
I had to find a way to become more powerful.
The thought suddenly struck me.
[Do you wish to grow stronger?]
The Celestial Demon didn’t miss that, and a familiar tone of temptation pierced through. I found it absurd enough to laugh.
‘What are you talking about?’
[If you desire it, speak. No, even if you don’t desire it, I shall make it so.]
‘…You still haven’t given up on that idea, have you?’
Hadn’t he said he would make me a Celestial Demon?
[It’s not a matter of desire. It is something that must come to pass.]
‘I don’t understand. Why do you keep insisting on this?’
Of all things, the Celestial Demon—a position where bloodline succession was supposedly the fundamental principle. Why did he keep pushing this on me when there were far more qualified candidates?
[Such things are unimportant. What matters is something else.]
‘What else? Divine Sight?’
As if seeing ghosts was such a remarkable ability.
[It doesn’t end with merely seeing, does it?]
“….”
I had no response to that. He was right. It wasn’t merely about seeing.
Then.
‘So what, you want me to beat up ghosts or something?’
[To be precise about it.]
The Celestial Demon spoke without hesitation.
[Whether you can kill a Deity or not.]
“….”
My body went rigid at those words.
[That is what matters.]
‘Kill a Deity.’
[Yes, me. Or rather, do you know what the creed of the Celestial Demon should be?]
‘That’s quite grand. You even have a creed?’
[Beneath the heavens, only the Celestial Demon exists as a Deity.]
“….”
It was an arrogant statement by any measure. The Celestial Demon was human, yet he spoke of slaying Deities.
‘Even if, from my perspective, a Deity isn’t particularly special.’
Still, it was clear they were beings beyond humanity. To discuss killing a Deity in such circumstances was absurd.
‘I can’t make sense of this.’
This hardly seemed like a condition at all—the meaning was too subtle.
[There’s no need to overthink it. Whether you contain it or kill it, the result doesn’t change.]
‘So you’re saying everything relates to a Deity.’
[Yes, precisely.]
Gravity entered the Celestial Demon’s voice.
[Which means others cannot do what you can.]
“….”
He was resolute. If that was the reason for his obsession with me.
‘Then you should give up all the more.’
I.
‘Have no intention of becoming entangled with Deities any further.’
Such a life had already been more than enough in my previous existence.

* * *
I returned to my quarters. There wasn’t much left on my schedule, and I’d been thinking of spending time cultivating, but for some reason, the entrance to my quarters looked rather crowded.
It was the Maeng Disciples. They stood at the entrance to my quarters, blocking someone from entering.
As I approached to ask what was happening.
“Oh, you’re here?”
“….”
Surprisingly, it was the Young Master whom the Maeng Disciples were blocking.
“Wol-hyeop.”
“…What brings you here?”
I asked the disciple what was going on, and he responded with a somewhat troubled expression.
“Well, it’s….”
“He said he wanted to meet the renowned Wol-hyeop, so we stopped him.”
“You did well, then.”
They’d done their job correctly. These people must be exhausted. Thinking as much, I looked at the Young Master.
“Why did you come looking for me?”
“Does one need a reason to visit a friend?”
“Friend? We’re not exactly that close, are we?”
Since when were we friends? I laughed at the absurdity, and the Young Master laughed along.
“That’s a bit hurtful, isn’t it? I went through the trouble of coming here.”
“There’s nothing more annoying and irritating than an uninvited guest. Look here—you’re causing trouble for several people because of yourself.”
Their expressions were tense. I could feel their emotions heighten from the moment a figure from the Demonic Sect appeared here.
“What business do you have?”
I asked the man directly, and my tone was somewhat serious. The Young Master’s smirk faded at my question.
“You won’t let me in? It’s quite cold outside, you know.”
“….”
At those words, he scratched his cheek.
“It’s fine. You don’t have to move aside.”
“But—”
“I’ll relay everything properly to the Scholar. You don’t need to worry.”
“…Understood.”
At my words, the Maeng Disciple remained at his post.
“Come along.”
“Very well.”
As I entered, the Young Master followed inside. And then.
“Only I go in.”
“….”
The Young Master spoke to Marin, who had been about to follow. At those words, Marin’s footsteps halted.
“Don’t follow.”
“…Understood.”
I entered my quarters with the Young Master.
“There’s no tea. No need to offer any, right?”
“That’s cold treatment for a guest.”
“I’m not treating you as a guest.”
“Aha. I’m quite hated, then? Give me a break. You hit me last time, after all.”
He spoke while pointing to his nose, which he’d taken a knee strike to. I wondered if it was still swollen, but fortunately it didn’t appear to be.
There was one thing that bothered me, though.
“Hit you?”
The phrase “hit you” caught my attention.
“You didn’t ‘hit me.’ You were standing there like an idiot and just took the strike.”
“Hmm.”
I scoffed at why he’d phrase it that way, and the Young Master nodded slightly.
“I understand our relationship isn’t particularly good.”
His eyes began to change gradually.
“Keep scratching like that, and you won’t die of natural causes. Wol-hyeop.”
His tone shifted as well. The voice that had carried hollow melancholy turned cold and sharp. The air changed, and displeasure surged forth.
But.
“Sorry. I’ve had the nickname ‘filial piety hand’ since childhood. I can’t help but scratch people. Especially.”
There was nothing to fear.
“Guys like you who don’t know your place and act out of line.”
Krkrkrkk.
The table trembled. As he released his pressure, I released mine as well. A subtle blue aura mixed with his energy and collided, but.
Sssssss….
Not long after, he suddenly began to reduce his momentum.
“Hmm… I don’t think that’s quite right.”
“What?”
“There was something I needed to confirm.”
As he filled his expression with laughter again, I furrowed my brow. What was this bastard going on about?
“Get to the point. What do you want to do?”
“Ah, it’s nothing else. Just… what if?”
“No.”
“…Haha?”
Before anything could even come out, I rejected him, and he wore a bewildered expression.
“How do you know what I’m about to say?”
“Whatever you say, I have no intention of doing it.”
“Come on. Don’t be like that and just listen.”
“Speak.”
“Want to have a sparring match with me?”
“Get lost.”
The answer would be no different.
“That’s disappointing. I worked up the courage to ask.”
“Disappointing my ass. You show up out of nowhere and want to fight?”
What kind of insane nonsense was this?
“Why? Did it bother you that you took a hit last time?”
“It did bother me. And I thought it might be fun.”
“Fun is ridiculous. Do you think it’s even possible to spar in this situation?”
The very fact that I was the Young Master and he was Wol-hyeop was problematic. We were already entangled politically, and the fact that we were even having this conversation was absurd enough. And now he wanted to spar on top of that?
“What’s your purpose?”
I didn’t feel the need to respond to his nonsensical attitude. There was no reason to humor him. I was simply curious about his intention in saying such things.
“What do you want?”
“I really just thought we could build some camaraderie. But you look quite upset. Why? Lacking confidence?”
“Good grief.”
His words made me laugh despite myself.
“You’re not very good at needling people, are you?”
“…”
Lacking confidence?
“I’m not. That’s why I won’t do it.”
“…This is ridiculous.”
“That’s what I should be saying. Stop being annoying. Don’t you feel it? Things started going wrong because of you?”
Ku-gu-gu-gu-gung.
A massive pressure descended.
Boom—!!!
The moment I felt it, someone crashed down in front of the residence.
“…This bastard….”
The oppressive aura belonged to Sochul Daeju. He glared at the Young Master with a chilling expression. Where did this man come flying from? Judging by the cold sweat dripping down his face, he’d arrived in quite a hurry.
But that wasn’t all.
“….”
Appearing behind Sochul Daeju were Yoo Yeon and Yoo Yul.
“What? You’re having fun without me?”
Eunwol Sword regarded the scene with curious eyes, while Yoo Yeon stared at the Young Master with an expression far more rigid than usual.
“You’re quite popular. Seems like you’re well-loved?”
“Right? I didn’t know either until you pointed it out.”
I could accept Sochul Daeju’s arrival, but why had these two come?
“So. You really won’t do it?”
The Young Master, as if such matters were trivial, posed the question to me once more. My answer remained unchanged from before.
“I said I won’t—”
-If you accept the duel, I will spare Cheon Rijin-an.
“…What did you…?”
I hesitated mid-response, interrupted by the transmission. What?
-If you refuse, Cheon Rijin-an may very well die.
“….”
The Young Master spoke again, making it clear I hadn’t misheard.
‘Oh.’
At those words.
‘Look at this bastard.’
I let out a silent scoff within my heart.

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