The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 462

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 462
My divine blade rested cleanly against the Eunwol Sword’s neck.
A complete victory. How many exchanges had it taken to reach this point? Not many at all.
Pssshhh—!
The energy flowing through my body dissipated, and the concentrated force gathered on the blade’s edge fell silent.
Thump-thump. My racing heart gradually calmed.
“What exactly have you been doing?”
The Eunwol Sword spoke to me with an expression of utter astonishment.
“…You’ve changed so much.”
Indeed.
I had no response to those words. Even I could see how drastically I’d transformed.
Clang. I retrieved my blade and sheathed it. Only then did the heat that had been building dissipate.
The wind brushed past. My body cooled rapidly, my unwasted sweat rendered meaningless.
“This is something.”
The Eunwol Sword looked at me and laughed awkwardly.
“…Honestly, I thought it would be fun, so I was planning to just test the waters a bit. But it seems that won’t work?”
The Eunwol Sword didn’t retrieve her blade. She simply held it and stared at me.
“Want to go again?”
The competitive spirit gleaming in her eyes was so raw and vivid that I couldn’t help but smile.
“…If we fought like this again, wouldn’t blood be shed?”
“Are you afraid?”
Afraid? How could I not be? I had no idea what to do with this mad battle junkie.
“Let’s do this properly. I haven’t gotten a real taste yet.”
“I’m sorry, but let’s save the rest for later.”
“What?”
“It’s getting late at night, and unlike you, I’d rather not see blood spilled.”
“No, this is too much of a loss for me.”
“That’s why we should do it next time. Right now, I…”
I showed her my hands. My fingertips trembled slightly, catching the Eunwol Sword’s gaze.
“…I don’t think I can control myself.”
“…”
At my words, the Eunwol Sword’s brow furrowed. This didn’t mean I couldn’t control my power enough to thrash her.
‘It’s exactly what I said.’
My body itself seemed beyond my control. My true power wouldn’t even emerge properly, and overall, I simply wasn’t fit for sparring right now.
‘What exactly did I do?’
I held back a sigh. The arrangement Yoo Cheon-gil had given me bothered me. It seemed connected to my current state.
“Hmm.”
At my words, the Eunwol Sword stared at me intently. She seemed to have much to say, but regardless, she finally sheathed her blade.
“…Fine, I understand. But you absolutely have to keep your promise about doing this later.”
“Is it really that important to you?”
“It’s important.”
I grin widely.
“More than anything else, really.”
“….”
No matter how I look at it, the thought always comes to mind.
‘That man should have been the sect leader instead.’
Wasn’t he the one who fit the Cheonwol Sect better than anyone? Every time I saw the Eunwol Sword, such thoughts crossed my mind.
Unlike me, that is.

* * *
Another day had passed. As night gave way to dawn, I found myself swinging my sword on a hillside some distance away from the mountain where I had encountered the Eunwol Sword.
Whoooosh—!!!
The blade continued to cut through the empty air. Then, as beads of sweat traced down my chin.
“Huff—.”
I steadied my breathing and corrected my stance.
“…It seems to be coming together, somehow?”
I had swung without a single moment’s pause. Thanks to that, my body seemed to be growing accustomed to it.
Only after I had thoroughly conditioned my body like this.
“It’s changed.”
I obtained a definite sense of the difference. The before and after of ascending the altar were vastly different.
The greatest change was.
“The flow of my energy is completely different.”
When I opened my lower dantian, inner energy seeped into my body and there was a path for its movement, but now I felt none of that subtle discomfort.
Though there had been before.
‘That slight unpleasantness.’
Unlike when I artificially channeled energy through my body, now it felt as though it flowed naturally.
So much so that I wondered if it could truly be this comfortable.
Because of this, there was less to worry about, and moving my body became far more natural.
Light.
It felt as though I had dropped a heavy iron sphere.
“Shhh.”
I exhale and withdraw my energy. Then.
[That is curious.]
The Celestial Demon’s voice reaches me.
“What do you mean?”
[The changes you speak of are meager.]
“I’m sorry…?”
[You said you were artificially channeling energy into your body.]
“Yes.”
That’s how it has to be to use strong energy or anything else. What’s strange about this? I’m puzzled.
[Fundamentally, vital energy is not something to be artificially drawn and expended.]
“…What?”
[What matters is allowing it to flow naturally. If it doesn’t flow that way, then it wasn’t flowing? That makes no sense. That would mean….]
The Celestial Demon fell silent for a moment before continuing.
[It means your body was originally incapable of even learning martial arts.]
“….”
What kind of terrifying thing was he saying? A body incapable of learning martial arts?
“That doesn’t seem to be the case—as you can see, I’m putting it to good use right now.”
Even just before and after opening my meridians, I became a third-rate martial artist. I simply had no talent whatsoever.
[No talent?]
At those words, the Celestial Demon laughed. His voice carried an irritating edge.
[You say that while looking at yourself now?]
A body that had reached the pinnacle of perfection. One that had already undergone complete transformation multiple times, to the point where none among the disciples could stand against me.
A physique that would earn the title of master anywhere—the Celestial Demon pointed this out as he spoke.
“That’s only because I had someone spoon-feeding me.”
Behind me stood the spirit of the Heavenly Supreme. With such a being at my back, shouldn’t I at least achieve this much?
I tried to mention that.
[Not everything can be obtained through spoon-feeding. Yoo Cheon-gil would surely know this. Yet you call yourself lacking in talent? You’re being far too harsh on yourself.]
“….”
What then? Are you calling me a genius?
[I didn’t say that far.]
“Well, that’s disappointing—”
I had harbored some hope, but he immediately crushed it like he could read my mind.
[However, you’re not at the level of being called dull-witted. Perhaps, as you yourself said, you could be called a genius.]
“…That’s—”
[Regardless. This is not the result of gaining fortune.]
The Celestial Demon spoke as if to correct my mistaken understanding.
[What should have been originally is what you’ve reclaimed. That’s the proper way to express it.]
“….”
Originally.
Flowing according to the natural order.
As it was meant to be.
‘Something I should have possessed from the start?’
I clenched my fist slightly in thought. This was my original body? The vital energy that didn’t flow properly, which I had to forcibly extract and control?
‘Following the path Yoo Cheon-gil showed me.’
The energy I had to artificially regulate to follow his guidance—none of that was necessary.
‘Originally….’
It should have worked on its own?
우우우우웅—!!!! 광월섬경. 찬란한 강기가 몸에 둘린다. 월천을 시전하진 않았다. 그저 강기만 둘러내며 속삭였다.
If the Celestial Demon’s words were truly correct.
“…The martial artists were just sitting around doing nothing.”
[What?]
“They were handling things on their own, yet I went through all that trouble for nothing. It’s absurd.”
Was it really this simple?
“I’ve been the only one losing out.”
[…Ha.]
The Celestial Demon laughed, apparently amused by my words.
[…Anyway, you’re quite the curious one.]
I didn’t respond to the Celestial Demon’s comment. Right now, I needed to settle the energy flowing through my body.
‘What did he do.’
Yoo Cheon-gil. I wanted to know what that old man had done before leaving. The mixture of spiritual energy and my own energy flowing through my heart.
Was this the cause? Or something else.
‘What exactly….’
What else had he done? As I was contemplating this.
Crack.
“…!”
I sensed a presence. I turned around. There.
“Yoo Yeon?”
“….”
Yeon Yeon was standing there, staring at me.
“What is it. How did you get up here?”
I asked while observing her. A sword hung at her waist. It seemed she had come to train.
‘All the way here?’
She came quite far. There were mountains nearby she could have used.
Yeon Yeon made a dazed expression at my words, then approached me.
“Why?”
“….”
She came closer and stared intently. What was this? Then she scratched something on the ground with her scabbard.
-Have you eaten?
“…Eaten?”
I hadn’t. I’d been swinging my sword here all night—there’s no way I could have eaten.
“I grabbed something to eat.”
I lied. For some reason, I didn’t want to admit I hadn’t eaten. Then.
“….”
Yeon Yeon pulled something from her bosom. Something wrapped in leaves that looked just like rice balls—
“Rice balls.”
They really were rice balls. I never expected rice to appear here…?
“Why are you showing me this? Are you telling me to eat?”
Yeon Yeon nodded.
“I told you I already ate.”
“….”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she stares at me intently. It seems I’ve been caught in my lie.
“…You eat it. It’s fine. Isn’t this your meal?”
After all, I hadn’t brought it intending to eat it myself. To that question, Yoo Yeon shakes her head again. What? She didn’t bring it for herself to eat?
Then who prepared it for her? Confused by this, Yoo Yeon pushes the rice ball toward me with her hand. It seemed like she was telling me to eat quickly.
“Fine… fine. Don’t rush me. I’ll eat it.”
Since she’d gone through the trouble of bringing it, it felt wrong to refuse further, and besides, I was hungry anyway, so I took a bite of the rice ball.
“….”
The moment I ate it, I frowned. Not because it tasted bad.
“Ha….”
Because I could instantly tell who had prepared it.
‘…What are you doing.’
The taste of the rice is familiar. It was a flavor I used to eat often.
Someone who was raised in luxury and could only do one thing—make rice—comes to mind. Someone who barely managed the seasoning and clumsily rolled it together.
She made it so earnestly, yet when giving it, she was too embarrassed and handed it over irritably.
“…I’ll eat it gratefully.”
“….”
Yoo Yeon smiles as if relieved. It was a subtle change blooming across her expressionless face.
‘I told you not to worry.’
After being so cold to her, doing something like this makes my chest ache. I took another bite of the rice ball.
It’s salty. She still can’t seem to get the seasoning right.
I forced it down anyway.
“…That was delicious.”
A feeling of forcibly filling a stomach that wasn’t even hungry.
Yet an unpleasant emptiness lingering inside.
Such feelings gnawed at me.
“I’ll be back in a moment.”
I can’t seem to sit still. I feel like I need to do something. Thinking this, I try to move.
Tug.
“Hm?”
Yoo Yeon grabs my collar.
“…What is it. Why?”
“….”
“Don’t tell me you want to come with me?”
She nods.
“Hey. How would you know where I’m going? Just rest at home.”
Yoo Yeon came along without needing to do anything, so there’s no reason to take her with me.
So I tell her to just stay home.
“….”
Her gaze toward me becomes tinged with hurt.
“….”
“….”
She clearly had no choice but to come along with me.
‘Hmm….’
I hesitated for a moment. Could I bring her along? I considered the question.
‘…An extra pair of hands would be useful.’
The matter of the Heavenly Killing Star troubled me, but it seemed I needed to verify that aspect regardless.
“Fine, come with me. But you must listen carefully to what I say, understood?”
“….”
At my words, Yoo Yeon’s eyes widened as she nodded repeatedly.
Anyone watching would think we were going for a leisurely stroll.
Well, I suppose that’s what it was?
‘…A stroll absolutely reeking of blood.’
A rather brutal stroll indeed.

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