The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 467

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 467
The Four Evils.
According to Baek Manager’s explanation, they were described as four mad deities.
While there existed many deities who simply went about their duties or guarded mountains, living indifferently without concern for the mortal realm.
These creatures were of an entirely different breed.
Purity, in another sense, is evil.
The Four Evils were utterly pure in their nature.
They harbored greater curiosity about the mortal realm than any other. They took interest in human suffering and adversity.
They craved despair and resentment, screams and shrieks.
And through such instincts, vengeful spirits gained strength.
Thus they ascended to higher entities under the concept of Demon Gods.
‘This is truly a damnable situation.’
Those capable of directly harming the natural world are classified as higher entities.
Earthquakes and tsunamis, massive storms and unforeseen calamities—all fell within this category.
Among them, Yewol was a goddess who commanded one pillar of the Four Evils, and whenever she appeared, both earth and sky would resound with lamentation.
Especially.
‘The most foul-tempered deity of all.’
The most disagreeable among the Demon Gods.
Though called a goddess, she favored women, and among them, she revered the corpses of dead women as sacred.
“Insane bitch.”
The very thought made my teeth chatter. The others were equally vile, but Yewol—that cursed thing. When I recall the strength and time I spent capturing and destroying her, the curses still flow.
“…These heretic lunatics.”
Could they possibly be trying to awaken Yewol? In this land?
I bit my lip. If that were the case, the problem was.
‘How?’
How in the world could they awaken Yewol?
She was already torn to shreds and sealed away. By what means could they possibly?
‘…Baek Manager wouldn’t have done sloppy work.’
I killed her, but he performed the sealing. That man cutting corners? Absurd.
‘If he were that kind of person.’
The deities wouldn’t have feared him. How mad would a human have to be to earn such a title—
‘Godslayer Ghost.’
Godslayer Ghost.
A human who could become a ghost for the purpose of slaying deities. Perhaps that’s what they called him.
“…Something’s off.”
[What do you mean something’s off? Oh my, even your troubled expression is so handsome…. Ah…. Wouldn’t it be nice if you were preserved like this?]
“….”
Could I melt the dagger away? Doyang’s words made my head throb with pain.
“…That’s enough.”
Ignoring Doyang’s words, I asked.
“Where is it?”
[What?]
“…Where are the bodies being kept?”
[Ah…. You know about that too?]
I couldn’t help but know. Given what Yewol was, it was an obvious conclusion.
Doyang responds to my question.
[It’s pretty far. You still okay with that?]
I didn’t mind at all. I had plenty of time today.

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I moved following Doyang’s guidance. Though “guidance” was hardly the right word—she simply mentioned the location, and since it was within Yeolyeong, there was nowhere I didn’t know.
‘…Muyeonsan.’
A mountain within Yeolyeong. More precisely, a small mountain straddling the middle region. Apparently, the Sama Clan and Patcheon Gung had been conducting their operations there.
‘They hid it well.’
Even if it was in the middle, it was still clearly within Yeolyeong’s territory. With the Moyong Family and the Martial Arts Alliance existing here, they were hiding and conducting their work nearby?
It was something that couldn’t even be attempted without considerable infiltration techniques.
As I walked while thinking about this, I questioned Doyang.
“What’s Patcheon Gung’s objective?”
I was trying to extract information about Patcheon Gung from her. But.
[Who knows? I don’t know exactly either. They just kept saying something about summoning a deity.]
“…What about the forces inside the palace?”
[There were a lot. Strong ones too. Ah, but the Gungju is so powerful that everything else is probably meaningless.]
“Where’s the headquarters?”
[I don’t know. They don’t tell people like us such things.]
“….”
What is this? Why is she so useless? The more I listen, the less there is. Just empty information. What’s wrong with this?
“Are you actually telling me the truth?”
Why is everything so lacking substance? Just hollow information.
[I’m telling you the truth!]
“…If that’s the truth, then you’re really useless.”
I can only sigh.
When I ask about forces, she says “many”—what kind of nonsense is that?
I already know the Gungju is strong.
‘If she can match Shin Chang, that says it all.’
A monster on par with the Celestial Demon. That’s what she was saying.
“That’s not what I’m asking about. Don’t you have more detailed information?”
[Detailed information…?]
“When I ask about forces, give me a more detailed answer instead of that.”
[Ah, I see. Then….]
Doyang pauses to think before speaking.
“Beneath the Gungju, there are four martial artists. Incredibly strong ones at that.”
“What’s that? Are they like the Four Heavenly Kings?”
I make a joke since there are exactly four of them.
“How did you know? Yes, they are the Four Heavenly Kings.”
“…This is ridiculous, seriously.”
Doyang speaks as if surprised I guessed correctly. This is absurd. They’re actually the Four Heavenly Kings?
“The location of the main palace is known only to them, and Mokhak and that fool and I served under the third Daeju, Honwondo.”
‘Honwondo….’
A name I’d never heard before. Who is he? Doyang and Mokhak were both masters. If they served under someone, he must be formidable.
“What about the others?”
“Geomcheon. Ssanghyeon Geom. Honwondo. Mukkwon. Those are the four of the Four Heavenly Kings.”
“…I’ve never heard any of those names before?”
Do they hide their identities and live in secrecy? I’ve never heard of such renowned names.
“I don’t know about their names, but those are the titles the Gungju uses.”
“…I see.”
If what Doyang says is true, this is decent information. At least I learned something I didn’t know before.
‘The Four Heavenly Kings, huh.’
The name is a bit pretentious.
‘…But their power won’t be weak, just by the name.’
That’s the feeling I get. I don’t understand how they’re connected to the Heretics.
I was told Patcheon Gung’s purpose is to summon a Deity, but I still don’t understand what that means.
“Then something else. Why did you all take the Celestial Demon’s corpse?”
“…The Celestial Demon’s corpse? Why would we take that?”
“Rot.”
It seems Doyang doesn’t know either. Ah, no matter how I look at it.
‘This one seems useless?’
I wonder if I should have taken Mokhak’s soul instead.
Should I just discard it now? While I’m hesitating.
“I, I’m useful.”
How does it sense these things so uncannily? Ah, it really is a ghost.
“…Fine. I’ll ask about the rest later.”
If I dig around enough, something useful might turn up. Still, it was a valuable source of information.
Better than knowing nothing at all.
‘It’s time.’
I was just before reaching my destination. First, I tucked the short blade into my robe.
‘Muyeonsan.’
I arrived at the path up the mountain. The area is quite desolate.
The last time I came was with Father, so it’s been about five or six years?
It’s far away and there’s no reason to come, so I’d erased it from memory.
‘It has changed though.’
The feeling is completely different. Back then, even without people around, it didn’t feel this oppressively dark.
“…Tsk.”
I step forward along the path, uneasy. In that instant.
Whoooooosh—!!!
“Ha.”
I felt it immediately.
“Damn it.”
Malevolent spirits saturate the surroundings. The mountain was already drenched in malice.
Murderous and ominous.
Shhhhhhh—!!!
Trees sway in the wind. I need to focus. I tighten the ring in my heart more forcefully.
Creak-creak-creak.
Buzz-buzz-buzz.
The sound of insects chirping. Something else is mixed within that noise.
They’re trying to bewitch me.
[These bastards.]
Doyang growls from within. What is this now.
‘Shut up and stay still.’
Thud—! I strike my chest with my fist. It’s where the short blade is located.
[Kyaaah…! Ah…. This might not be so bad.]
I really need to get rid of this. Only pathetic reactions keep coming.
I move forward, deliberately ignoring it. Yin energy spreads in all directions. Just from this alone, I can tell.
‘They’ve caused some kind of incident.’
These men have done something terrible on this mountain.
“How far do I need to go.”
[To the very peak.]
“Right, I figured as much.”
A pointless question to ask. The peak is where divinity touches most closely.
I know it’s efficient to choose the place closest to the heavens.
‘…But that makes it even more ominous.’
Knowing this wasn’t a good sign at all.
I gathered my energy and leaped forward.
Whoosh—!! I soar high, cutting through the wind. From this height I should see the forest below, but there’s nothing visible.
‘The fog is everywhere.’
Hazy mist scattered densely. Seeing it, my face contorted. It’s not just ordinary fog. This is—
‘Yin energy is mixed into the fog.’
The mist that had settled across this entire mountain was thoroughly saturated with malevolent energy.
‘How irritating.’
This is really not good. Are they doing this thoroughly?
Could it be.
‘Does he actually know how to truly resurrect her?’
A method to awaken Yewol. The possibility that he knows it grows stronger.
If that truly comes to pass.
‘It’ll be a disaster.’
A curse escapes my lips unbidden. I can only imagine that scenario. What would unfold if she awakened transcends imagination itself.
‘It won’t end with a minor earthquake.’
The earth would tremble and tsunamis that never existed would form and crash down upon everything.
That mad woman was the type who derived pleasure from such devastation.
Tap-tap-! My feet accelerate. I scramble rapidly up to the mountain’s peak.
Nearly at the location. A cliff face comes into view.
‘A path?’
I see a winding trail spiraling upward. I have no time to traverse such a route.
I grip the short blade from my bosom.
[Ugh!]
“Stop making those irritating sounds.”
I ignore Doyang’s annoyed protest and swing the blade against the cliff face, embedding it.
[Argh!]
This time the cry is genuinely agonized—a proper scream.
Using the short blade, I climb the wall. Pull it free, climb higher, pull it free, climb higher—repeating the motion.
Ascending this way proves swift. However, my consumption of internal energy doubles.
Whoosh-! I arrive at the mountain’s summit. The moment I reach it, I must clench my teeth.
“…These damn things.”
Fury surges within me. I understand upon seeing what lies before me.
It appears to be merely flat terrain at first glance. But I cannot remain ignorant of what lies buried beneath that ground.
Yin energy and malice. Resentment and despair—all visible to my eyes.
아아아아아아아아—!!!!
Clarity sharpens the sound woven through the wind. It is no illusion that it sounds like a death wail.
I draw closer.
“….”
Slight dizziness overtakes me. Sensing what lies buried beneath the earth only intensifies it.
“…What is this.”
What are they attempting? Thus far, it differs not from human sacrifice. Merely this much cannot awaken Yewol.
There must be a method to break the seal.
What exactly is it? My eyes dart about. I must find it somehow.
Regardless of Yewol’s resurrection.
‘I must destroy this damn thing.’
I must somehow ruin this moment where human lives are being squandered for such nonsense.
With such resolve, I survey the surroundings.
“What are you searching for.”
“….”
I froze.
The sound from behind stopped me in my tracks.
I tried to reach for my blade with my hand.
“Stop.”
I couldn’t move. Something sharp pressed against my throat.
“I’ll ask again.”
A cold voice.
“What are you searching for?”
I knew who owned that voice.
I just didn’t know why he was here.
“…Amjeon?”
The master of night.
It sounded like his voice.

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