The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 447

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 447
I grasped the situation first. My mind wasn’t working properly.
‘…What is this.’
What could it be. Even trying to comprehend this situation proved difficult.
The young girl in my grasp. By her appearance, she looked no older than fifteen at most.
She was impossibly beautiful for that age. Her features bore a striking resemblance to someone I knew.
More than resemblance, really. If that person were just younger, they would look exactly like this.
“…Are you Gungwi?”
I asked on a hunch. At my words, the young girl’s eyes blazed with fury.
“You bastard…!”
She cried out in a delicate voice and exerted force. But.
‘…She’s weak?’
No damage reached me whatsoever. Even as she applied strength, I felt nothing. She was simply an ordinary person.
No, even for an ordinary person, her strength was feeble.
“What exactly have you done to me…!”
“…Done to you? That’s what I’d like to ask you.”
If this young girl truly was Gungwi.
“Did you perform some kind of reversal technique?”
Could she have rejuvenated like the Sword Empress did? I posed the question with that meaning.
“What nonsense.”
Gungwi’s eyes narrowed sharply.
“There’s no way I would do such a thing.”
“Then how did you end up in this form?”
“…This is all because of you, isn’t it!”
“Me?”
Me? Suddenly being accused left me bewildered.
“What could I have possibly done.”
“What did you do to my soul.”
“Hm?”
Soul? Why is the soul being mentioned now?
“I didn’t do anything.”
It was nothing much.
“I merely touched it a little.”
“…Touched? You merely touched it?”
Gungwi’s face contorted.
“You’re telling me that merely touching it caused damage to my entire soul?”
“Why wouldn’t it.”
I chuckled softly.
“That’s precisely why I touched it.”
“…What?”
“Why did you come looking so dangerously aggressive? You should have been more careful.”
“You bastard…!”
What I did wasn’t much. I simply scattered some essence fragments into her soul.
The scattered fragments lodged like awls, causing pain whenever she tried to use her spiritual energy, rendering it unusable unless she removed and disposed of them.
In other words.
“You could have simply removed and used it. Couldn’t you?”
This also meant that Gungwi had failed to completely dispose of all the essence fragments I’d fired at her.
“…This….”
Grrk—! Her eyes blazed with murderous intent.
“Setting aside what you couldn’t remove. But why do you look like that?”
Why had she become younger? It was strange. It seemed like more than just her appearance had changed.
‘I can’t sense any aura at all.’
She was like an ordinary person. Exactly the state of a sixteen-year-old girl with no cultivation.
“…There’s no need to explain.”
“Ah, I see.”
It was curious, but when she said it like that, I wasn’t particularly interested either.
“If you’re done here, you should leave. I’m quite busy.”
I needed to get to Yoryeong quickly. I was pressed for time and had no leisure to waste on a confrontation with Gungwi.
At my words, Gungwi grabbed hold of me.
“Release it.”
“…Why are you like this?”
“Release it, I said.”
“Ah, figure it out yourself. Why are you acting like this when you were so confident before?”
She’d been so bold in her spiritual form, yet now she was like this? I pushed her away, bewildered.
“Release it quickly…!”
“I refuse….”
“Bang Disciple. We need to depart now, but why aren’t you coming….”
Creak.
The door opened and someone entered. It was Dok-ryong.
“Huh?”
Dok-ryong’s eyes narrowed as he took in the situation unfolding inside.
“….”
I was grabbing and pushing away a fifteen-year-old girl. Seeing this, Dok-ryong’s eyes went wide.
“Hey.”
I spoke urgently.
“It’s not what you think. Don’t misunderstand.”
“My apologies.”
“I’m telling you it’s not like that!”
“…It seems departure will take some time, so I’ll inform….”
“I said it’s not! Don’t you dare move!”
I shouted, but Dok-ryong had already bolted away like an arrow.
“Damn it.”
This had gone sideways.

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I pursued the vanished Dok-ryong by carriage. I was in a hurry, but the speed wouldn’t come—because of Gungwi clinging to my back.
“Why are you really doing this?”
“Let go, I said.”
“…Sigh.”
The same answer repeated endlessly. I finally stopped walking. Only then did I look at Gungwi as she descended from my body and spoke.
“It will untie itself on its own.”
“What?”
Gungwi’s eyes widened at my words.
“Once enough time passes, it will come undone naturally. Besides, I didn’t even bind it properly.”
“…What do you mean—”
“Either struggle to free yourself, or wait a bit. It should come loose in about a month or two. I bound it deliberately this way, so if you force it, you’ll only break it instead.”
If she asked whether I could undo it directly, the answer was ambiguous. This was closer to a seal than a binding. I’d cast it intentionally so that even I couldn’t undo it—that’s what made it effective.
“…Something like that actually exists?”
“I learned it diligently in my own way. Pretty clean, isn’t it?”
Among the things I’d learned from Baek Manager in my past life, this was one of the most useful techniques. Especially considering I’d used it to pin down Demon Gods.
“What exactly are you…?”
Gungwi asked, bewildered.
“I’m the third child of the Bang household.”
“You know that’s not what I’m asking.”
“Not what you’re asking? That’s my identity.”
She was denying my very existence. This was absurd.
“Anyway. Since it’s come to this, I hope you’ll handle it yourself. I’m in quite a hurry right now.”
“…This is ridiculous. You expect me to believe that?”
“Whether you believe it or not won’t change anything. Or you could discuss it earnestly with your senior’s disciple.”
I mentioned the Death King. I’d placed something similar yet different on him as well. Though his would be weaker.
“Stop being troublesome and just go.”
I didn’t know why Gungwi had ended up in this state. I didn’t particularly want to know either.
“Or keep conspiring with the Young Master if you prefer.”
“….”
When I brought up the request I’d received from the Young Master, she reacted.
“I’m leaving.”
I widened the distance while she was distracted. I judged that an ordinary person’s body wouldn’t be able to keep up with this speed.
I arrived at the carriage in an instant.
“So anyway… well, I went to the residence, and Bang Disciple was—”
I could see the back of Dok-ryong’s head. I struck it immediately.
Crack—!!
“Gasp!!”
“I told you not to spout nonsense. That’s not it.”
“Ugh…!!!”
The man dropped to his knees, groaning in pain. Yoo Yeon and Yoo Yul, who had been listening with great interest, wore disappointed expressions.
“What? Just when it was getting interesting.”
“It’s not interesting. This fool is just talking nonsense.”
I grabbed the stumbling Dok-ryong and threw him into the carriage. Watching him crumple inside, I spoke.
“…Stop spouting garbage and just drive the carriage. Keep your mouth shut.”
“…Ugh…. Yes….”
Dok-ryong, still in pain, clutched his head and nodded. After giving him that warning, I spoke to the others.
“Let’s get going. The sooner we leave, the sooner we return.”
“You’re planning to return quickly?”
Yoo Yul spoke as if surprised.
“Why?”
“Well, even though you’re supposedly going back to your hometown, you don’t seem very excited about it.”
“Ah, yes. Not particularly.”
He was right. What would be exciting about going back to my hometown? Honestly, I didn’t even want to go.
‘…That damned mess of a family.’
Part of me wondered if there was any point in going to see them.
‘What can I do.’
I had to go. If there was business, I had to attend to it. If I didn’t go and things unraveled, it would become my burden.
And.
‘I should see my brother too.’
There was also reason to see the reckless Younger Master after so long.
“…Let’s go.”
At my words, Yoo Yul and Yoo Yeon nodded and boarded the carriage.
Just as I was about to get in.
“You’re leaving?”
A voice came from somewhere.
I turned around to see an old man standing there. It was Paewang.
“Ah, sir.”
“Make it a quick trip.”
“Yes. I’ll be back soon.”
We had already discussed everything beforehand.
“How do you dare leave when the Demonic Sect bastards might make a move while you’re gone?”
A playful smile. Seeing it, I scratched my cheek.
“Well, the elders here will handle it, won’t they?”
“Heh….”
“I’m doing my part. With so many remarkable people here, what would I have to worry about?”
If an accident won’t happen while I’m here, then it simply won’t happen.
How many Celestial Demons are gathered here? An accident won’t occur.
If things go wrong when I step forward, it’s already beyond my control.
“…Either way, I can’t tell if you’re broad-minded or just thoughtless.”
“I’m always grateful to you.”
This gratitude was for postponing the matter of going to the Mo Clan.
‘Things are busy.’
I couldn’t go straight to the Mo Clan after returning from Yoryeong. Not really.
‘There’s the matter of the gathering.’
The immediate task lay in that direction, so I had to resolve it first before heading to the Mo Clan.
“I’d like to go with you if I could, but the matter you’ve dumped on me is no trivial thing.”
Paewang spoke as if he was quite displeased.
“Aha ha….”
“Don’t laugh. I’m quite unhappy with this situation.”
“My apologies.”
“You’d better return as quickly as possible. I might lose my temper myself, not just the Demonic Sect.”
“Oh….”
That was actually quite frightening to hear.
I coughed a few times. Seeing that, Paewang turned his back.
“Go on.”
“Yes.”
After hearing Paewang’s farewell, I closed the carriage door.
“Well then, let’s depa….”
“Shall we depart now, Young Master?”
I paused at that fresh voice. It wasn’t a voice that should be heard here.
“Why the expression, Young Master?”
Gwima was grinning. What is this guy doing? When did he board? And he was even dressed as an attendant.
“….”
Was I seeing things wrong? I touched my eyes lightly and asked through telepathy.
-…How did you board here?
-You said you were going, so I came as well.
-What about the Young Master?
-He’s not in a state to concern himself with me right now. My Sky has done something great.
“….”
Gwima seemed to know that I’d fooled the Young Master by pretending to be the Celestial Demon. His eyes held certainty, not mere speculation.
That was rather burdensome.
-I don’t know what you mean.
-As expected of my Sky.
What does “as expected” even mean…?
‘How did he figure it out.’
How could I explain how he knew? Gwima was aware that I possessed the Celestial Demon Sword, that I could wield it.
And more than that.
‘That I could use Magi.’
Though it was through the Celestial Demon, he knew I could manipulate Magi.
-…It seems the Heavens above had everything planned after all. A plan so grand that one as lowly as I could never have anticipated it.
-….
It seemed he’d greatly misunderstood something, but I saw no point in denying it. There would be no end to such denials.
-…Is it truly alright for me to accompany you?
-Wherever the Heavens walk is where I must walk.
His voice dripped with madness. Now I was genuinely terrified.
“…Let’s go. Hey, get moving.”
I spoke without conviction. At my words, the sound of a whip cracked from the coachman’s seat.
Hyiiiiing-!!!
The carriage began to move.
It was a path toward the Yeoryeong after so many years.

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