The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 450

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 450
A blade materialized before my eyes. A thin line overlapped the world Wol-an perceived.
I twisted my head and evaded the sword. A chilling aura swept past my cheek.
Sharp energy. The speed was formidable, but Wol-an seized it.
“…What’s this?”
The woman reacted with surprise. Watching her, I slowly gathered my energy.
Shhhhh—!! The Cheongwol Heart Method flowed through my body. Heat surged as inner energy coursed through my veins.
Radiant Moon Sword Scripture. Light expanded, piercing through the darkness.
“…You.”
The woman’s voice trembled at the intense radiance.
“Could it be… Wol-hyeop?”
“Thank you for recognizing me.”
“Is it really that Wol-hyeop?”
“You don’t believe it?”
“No, now that the light’s showing, I can see. Just as the rumors said—impossibly handsome.”
“I receive such compliments often enough that they hardly surprise me anymore.”
“Your personality is far more insufferable than the rumors suggest.”
“I hear that frequently as well.”
Crack. I crushed the ground beneath me and accelerated. In an instant, I drove forward at her. Screech—! My blade carved horizontally. The target was her shoulder.
I couldn’t interrogate her if I severed her neck.
Without realizing it, my mind had settled into cold calculation, producing such a result.
Clang—!!
The woman blocked with her sword. Her speed was faster than before. As expected, she hadn’t unleashed her full strength either.
“…Shouldn’t a hero of Hana be above threatening a woman?”
“A woman?”
I let out a dry laugh at her absurd words.
“I don’t treat garbage as human.”
“Wow…this.”
The woman’s voice carried bewilderment.
“You’re rougher than I expected? I like it.”
I laughed at those words too.
“Disappear.”
Unfortunately, you’re not my type.
Crash—!!! I expanded the range of the Radiant Moon Sword Scripture. Wider range meant greater power.
“…!”
The thin blade she held wavered. I intended to crush the sword itself.
‘Yawol.’
I didn’t use acceleration. I simply poured all my strength into the ground beneath me and the hand holding the blade.
Rumble—!!! Weight materialized as the sword slowly descended.
“Ugh!”
As the woman was overpowered, I heard the sound of her grinding her teeth. Immediately after.
Whoooosh—!!!
A floral fragrance wafted from somewhere as the woman’s body vanished in an instant.
“….”
Where did she go? I wasn’t panicked. In real combat, the moment you panic, you die. That’s what the Sword Emperor and Yoo Cheon-gil always said.
Blaze—!!! Light erupted from my body. Moonlight. I unleashed a brilliance that would blind the vision in an instant.
“Ugh!?”
The sound came from the left. But my blade was aimed to the right.
Whoosh—!
“…!”
My sword stopped just short of the woman’s neck.
“…How did you know?”
She asked in a startled voice. The sound came from the left. Yet her body appeared from the right.
It was a feint, in other words. But.
“I can see it. You’re the only one who can’t.”
“…Ha.”
Wol-an perceives everything. Moreover, even without Wol-an.
‘How could I not notice such repulsive energy?’
The aura of Patcheon Gung rising behind the woman. It was plainly visible—how could I not sense it?
With my blade at her neck, I examined her aura. Indeed. It was the aura of Patcheon Gung.
“This doesn’t make sense.”
The woman spoke to me.
“Why is Wol-hyeop here? How did you know? This isn’t even Cheongwol Sect’s territory.”
“That’s not a question you should be asking.”
Swish. My blade moved to lift the woman’s veil.
“Isn’t it improper for a man to undress a woman like this?”
“Don’t worry. I have no interest or value in your body.”
I didn’t engage in her frivolous banter.
“You’d do better to answer my questions. Why is a Patcheon-gung remnant here?”
“…You’re even confident about my identity? That’s really interesting.”
“Answer. What’s your purpose—”
Crash—!!!
“…!”
My vision spun. Before I could even interrogate her, the wall shattered and something flew at me. Moreover.
‘It’s fast.’
It was fast. The form that shot through like an arrow burrowed into me. Crack—!!
“Ugh?”
I flicked away the blade in my hand. I barely managed not to lose it. I tensed my body with a twisted expression.
Blaze—!!! The Radiant Moon Sword Scripture erupted, coiling around my body. I unleashed Wol Cheon.
I tried to move to face the assailant, but.
Crash—!!
Rather than attack me, he seized the woman and hurled both of them through the window frame.
“Damn it—”
I gritted my teeth and gave chase.
When I burst outside, all I could see was forest in every direction.
‘Their aura.’
I tracked the aura of Patcheon Gung, pushing power into my calves as I sprinted toward the direction they’d vanished.
Boom—!!
I pushed my speed to its maximum. With a body refined through Wol Cheon, the velocity was absurd—even I was astonished by it.
‘What is this?’
Sensing something amiss, I gradually eased the tension from my legs.
“….”
It was strange.
“Why can’t I sense their aura anymore?”
The aura I’d been tracking vanished in an instant. The aura of Patcheon Gung was never shallow, and since this wasn’t something I could dismiss as a mere wager, losing them now was unacceptable.
‘Could it be.’
Was the crack in the ring the problem? I considered loosening it slightly to amplify my power further.
‘…But that’s dangerous.’
If I released more of the soul’s power here and it shattered completely, restoration would be impossible.
“Damn it.”
Was I really going to let them escape? As I clenched my sword and ground my teeth—
“Heavens above….”
Gwima appeared from behind and dropped to his knees.
“Forgive me. Please, end my life.”
“…What happened?”
I asked, looking at him.
“…I could not stop the one who appeared so suddenly.”
“Even you?”
“…My apologies.”
Gwima bowed his head. What shocked me was that even Gwima had been unable to stop whoever had appeared.
Which meant—
‘A formidable opponent.’
Someone powerful enough that I could have lost. And yet—
‘They only took the woman and fled?’
Rather than joining forces to kill me, they’d grabbed the woman and escaped. That was the problem.
‘If they knew Gwima was here—’
Then choosing retreat over a dangerous confrontation would be the rational choice.
“…Damn.”
While I was frustrated at losing track of the Patcheon Gung presence—
“Something’s off.”
Something seemed to be unfolding in Yeolyeong, including this very area.
And it was something terribly wrong at that.

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Whoooosh—!!!
Birds erupted from the forest. In the depths of late night where few souls wandered, two figures arrived at that desolate place.
“Ugh….”
The woman who had been carried descended to the ground.
“That was close.”
He removed the cloth mask he’d been wearing. Though his sweat-dampened forehead had strands of hair plastered against it, his striking features seemed to gleam even in the darkness of night.
“I owe you my life—”
Just as the woman was about to express her gratitude.
Crack—!
“Ugh!”
The figure who had carried her seized her throat. The woman’s eyes twisted in the grip of his massive hand.
“Doyang. I made myself clear, didn’t I?”
“Gack.”
“Unnecessary interference is forbidden. Especially in this land, I told you.”
Anger wound through the man’s voice.
“You seem to have forgotten what the Gungju said as well. A member of the Blessed cannot move about so carelessly.”
“Ugh….”
At her pained gasp, the man’s grip loosened slightly. Feeling this, the woman spoke to him.
“…Let go…. You lowborn fool….”
“….”
At her bold words, the man released his grip entirely. Only then did Doyang collapse, gasping for breath.
“…How dare you be so ignorant….”
“Things have gone awry. I never expected Wol-hyeop to interfere.”
“Awry? What’s awry about it?”
The woman growled as she spoke.
“We should have just killed him and left. Why did you have to run—”
“There was something in the vicinity.”
“What?”
“Something unsettling was present. Its nature remains unknown, but Wol-hyeop was not alone.”
“….”
“He’s aware of our existence. Somehow, he discovered that you’re a member of Patcheon Gung. Do you know why?”
“…I had no chance to figure that out.”
“I see.”
The man turned his back. It was the opposite direction from where they’d come.
“We return to the hideout for now.”
“What? Then what about the mission?”
“For now, we should observe the situation. Since our tail has been caught, we’ll need to be more cautious.”
“…You’re saying you’ll need more time?”
“That woman made a mistake. Accept it. Otherwise, should I break her neck here?”
“…Tch.”
Doyang, grinding his teeth, pushed himself to his feet.
‘Wol-hyeop.’
This brute displeased me, and that arrogant bastard displeased me just the same. All of them left a bad taste in my mouth.
‘Next time, pretty thing…’
I’d marked her. At least her face pleased me, so when we met again, I would certainly—
‘Capture her alive and have her taxidermied.’
The woman steadied her resolve, her eyes turning sinister.

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I returned to the camp. I wanted to extract the souls of the dead, if nothing else, but I couldn’t. My spiritual condition wasn’t sound enough for such things.
I buried the dead women in the ground and burned the heretical sect members. There wasn’t much information to gain.
‘This leaves a bad taste.’
The smell of blood on my blade and body wouldn’t wash away. On top of that, learning I was entangled with Patcheon Gung made my mood even worse.
‘Trouble erupts wherever I go.’
Could I not travel more simply? I’d intended to head to my family home, yet this strange incident had occurred.
“Sigh.”
I exhaled deeply. The Gwima behind me continued wearing the expression of a guilty man.
“…Why do you keep making that face?”
“Please kill me…”
He was driving me mad. He acted as though losing that man earlier was his own fault.
“It’s fine, so relax your expression.”
I didn’t think the Gwima had been careless. The problem was simply that even he had failed to catch the target.
“It was unavoidable, wasn’t it?”
“…”
“Soon we’ll see the others. You need to manage your expression.”
“…Heavens above…”
“That’s an order.”
“…Understood.”
Only when I invoked the word “order” did the Gwima’s state shift somewhat. Seeing that, I exhaled again.
I smoothed my hair back calmly and regulated my breathing.
‘Damn it.’
What could it be? Something ominous seemed to be unfolding. Was there a way to learn more along the way? Or—
‘Could I find out after arriving?’
A way to obtain information about Yeolyeong.
‘Ah.’
There was one. It was a method far more reliable, though I despised becoming entangled with that side.
‘….’
I already didn’t want to leave. My mood had soured in an instant.
What could I do? If that was the only method available, I had to go.
“Sigh.”
I suppressed another sigh that escaped and was about to walk away.
“Heavenly One.”
Gwima spoke up.
“…Gwima, as I mentioned earlier, the matter—”
“Someone is approaching.”
“….”
I turned my gaze at Gwima’s words.
“Shall I apprehend them?”
“Please do.”
I asked Gwima to avoid the same mistake as before. Gwima’s form vanished, and he reappeared mere seconds later.
“Whoa, what is this! What’s happening all of a sudden!?”
He brought back something rather loud.
…The problem was.
“….”
“No! Why did you bring me here! Let me go!”
The figure being dragged before me was someone I recognized.
“Even if you kidnap me, all I can offer is my face…! Huh?”
Our eyes met. Damn it, why did they have to meet? I should have looked away. Embarrassment washed over me.
“Who is this!”
An extraordinarily handsome young man spoke in a delighted tone.
“Isn’t this our youngest!”
The Younger Master of Bangga and the eldest son.
Bang Yoo-seong greeted me warmly.

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