The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 469

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 469
The Muyong Clan martial artists who had been searching the entire perimeter approached me.
“Bang Disciple?”
“Are you Wol-hyeop?”
“…Yes?”
As I stood there bewildered, one of them—someone whose face I recognized—approached me.
“Bang Disciple…!”
“Ah, Yeon Disciple.”
Yeon Giyun. A Muyong Clan bodyguard and member of Muyong Youngsoon’s personal guard—someone I’d seen frequently.
“Thank goodness. You’re safe.”
“…Well, I’m fine. But what’s going on here?”
Why are all these people searching through the forest?
“It seems like you’re looking for me… what is this…?”
“Hwasan’s Geombong explained the situation. While you were engaged in battle with a master, she rescued the women who had been held captive inside.”
“Ah, yes.”
That was an accurate description.
“But after that, you didn’t appear for a long time… and when we returned to the scene of the incident…”
“Ah.”
Watching Yeon Disciple trail off, I grasped the situation. Oh no.
‘So that’s it.’
Brutally severed corpses scattered everywhere. In this chaotic mess, I was nowhere to be found.
I had said I’d return immediately, but I didn’t.
And so.
“…And seeing that, you launched this operation…?”
“…It was something the young lady did.”
“…”
It seemed Youngsoon had caused quite the incident.
“Not knowing what might have happened to you, she said we had to search immediately…”
“…I see…”
I scratched my cheek. Still, this was excessive. Did it make sense to deploy this many people to this area?
As I was processing my shock at this realization.
“It’s fortunate indeed. Now we can recall the search teams we’ve stationed further out.”
“…This isn’t all the people?”
How much more did she deploy? Is she insane?
At my astonishment, Yeon Disciple let out a weary laugh.
“That’s not the issue right now, sir.”
“It’s not?”
“I think you should be more concerned about the young lady.”
“…”
Hearing that, I swallowed hard. I could already imagine what state she was in without even seeing her.
‘Should I not go back home?’
I was planning to run away anyway. Why not do it now?
No matter how I looked at it, this seemed like the perfect moment.

* * *
“…Am I insane?”
That’s what I thought, but naturally, I couldn’t run away. The situation didn’t allow for it now, and there was far too much I’d have to give up for it.
So I came back home, only to find a goblin waiting inside.
“Are you out of your mind?”
At the cold question, I averted my gaze slightly.
“…What do you mean?”
“What do you mean?”
At the tone suggesting I repeat myself, I scratched the back of my head.
“…I came back without any problems, didn’t I?”
I felt a bit wronged by this. She was frightening when angry, but I had things to say.
“I wasn’t injured. There were no problems… and I even saved someone. What’s the issue?”
“The issue is you.”
“…Pardon?”
Muyong Youngsoon slammed the fan she was holding onto the table. Ah, she shouldn’t hit it that hard—the table was old and could break.
But now wasn’t the time to worry about the table.
“What am I supposed to think when you suddenly disappear like that? Do you know how Geombong appeared?”
“How did she appear?”
“With a deathly pale face, saying you were in danger.”
“…”
“That woman with no social skills and barely any expression on her face. She came looking like that, completely drained of color. Do you understand?”
“…Isn’t that a bit harsh?”
Her manner of speaking was somewhat barbed and aggressive.
“What was I supposed to do after seeing that?”
Muyong Youngsoon spoke with a furrowed brow. Seeing this, I said:
“Hey.”
“…”
At the change in my tone, Muyong Youngsoon paused for a moment.
“So you’re going to deploy all those people for a search? Just from what I could tell, that’s roughly thirty percent of the Muyong Clan’s full strength. Using that many people to search for just me—what kind of sense does that make?”
Thirty percent of the clan’s full strength. One might think three-tenths isn’t much, but it’s an enormous number.
If the heretical sects found out that many people were missing, if they decided to strike at the Muyong Clan, it could lead to catastrophic consequences.
“And why are you even pulling the guards away? Those people exist to protect you.”
They exist to protect Muyong Youngsoon. More precisely, to guard the bloodline of the Muyong Clan.
The fact that even they were deployed for my search was no small matter.
“Does the Lord of the Clan even know about this?”
“…”
Muyong Youngsoon couldn’t answer.
“You don’t know? You caused this mess, didn’t you?”
“Then…!!”
Muyong Youngsoon raised her voice before closing her mouth. She had realized there were people outside.
“So what do you want me to do?”
Her eyes, filled with grievance, reddened slightly. I hesitated upon seeing those reddened eyes.
“Hey, you….”
“You want me to just sit still? In that situation? Worrying about you, not knowing when you’d return. You want me to do nothing and just trust?”
“That’s not what I meant-.”
“Then don’t run away in the first place.”
“….”
“Always running, always hiding… repeating that cycle of disappearing. You want me to just stay put? Do you really mean that?”
“That’s why. Just don’t worry about me. That would be better….”
I stopped mid-sentence.
A single tear streamed down from her reddened eyes.
I had made a mistake.
Those were words I shouldn’t have spoken.
“…Right. It’s my fault for caring. It always has been.”
“Hey. That’s not what I meant… I was saying.”
“I was always foolish. It should have ended the moment we broke the engagement. Yet I kept clinging to it….”
“….”
“I’ll go. Sorry for the concern.”
Muyong Youngsoon turned to leave with a coldened expression. I knew I should stop her. Yet my hand wouldn’t move.
“…And one more thing.”
As Muyong Youngsoon left, she placed a letter before me.
“…This is a letter the Lord of the Clan wrote and sent to Young Master Bang. Please read it, and I’ll wait for your timely reply.”
“….”
Her tone had changed. Her expression had turned frigid.
Tears already dried. Muyong Youngsoon left through the door.
“…Sigh.”
I pressed my brow. My hand had ultimately failed to hold her.
“Damn it.”
Cursed memories always shackle my ankles.
This time was no different.
[…Is this bastard insane?]
Doyang, nestled in my embrace, spoke as if she truly didn’t understand.
I ignored that remark.

* * *
After the Moyong Clan’s martial artists and Muyong Youngsoon disappeared, the one I faced was Yoo Yeon.
“….”
“…Are you alright?”
She didn’t look particularly well either. I could sense it from her sweat-drenched body and her weary expression.
“I’m sorry.”
I heard she ran all over the neighborhood searching for me.
Just like Youngsoon, she probably would have been even more upset.
Thinking of that, I tried to offer an apology.
Whoosh.
Yoo Yeon stepped closer and touched my body. Her hands checked here and there.
It seemed she was verifying whether I had any injuries.
“….”
After confirming there was nothing serious, Yoo Yeon let out a quiet sigh.
Then she gently patted my shoulder.
That was it. There was no further reaction.
“….”
“….”
What? That’s all?
“So. You’re not angry?”
It wasn’t my place to say it, but I asked anyway. Then Yoo Yeon tilted her head.
I could read it in her eyes. Her expression asked why she should be angry about this.
This wouldn’t do.
“Next time, get angry.”
She needed to know when to express her anger. Not quite to the extent that Muyong Youngsoon did, but she should have shown some.
Yoo Yeon nodded.
I wasn’t sure if she understood.
“…Thank you for helping. Go wash up first. Eat something too.”
I should tell Chongwan to prepare water.

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I asked them to prepare water for washing and stepped outside.
‘Ugh….’
I’m exhausted. Slightly dizzy. I’ve lost too much blood.
I’m barely concealing it with my martial robes, but the wound site feels numb.
‘I had to use quite a bit.’
The formation had to be composed of blood. Creating it required expending a considerable amount of vital essence.
As a result, I’m experiencing some dizziness.
“I need to eat a lot of food.”
The body is simpler than one might think—in situations like this, eating plenty of meat does the trick.
I’ll have to eat some later. As I was thinking this.
“Uuuaaahehehehe.”
An irritating voice reached my ears.
“Oh my! Who is this!”
“…Please don’t come closer.”
I could see a figure running toward me from a distance. The eldest of our Bang household. The reckless Younger Master.
“Ehehehe! Little brother!”
“…Brother. Have you been drinking again?”
“Of course! I drank! Isn’t this a happy day!”
“What’s happy about it…?”
“Our little brother came home! That’s happiness!”
Damn. He’s talking nonsense for real.
“Ah, the smell of alcohol!”
“I drank quite a lot. Hiccup.”
How much did he drink? At this level, you’d believe he’d showered in alcohol.
Sensing this, I stepped back further. Yet he still tried to embrace me, so I considered drawing my sword.
Fortunately, he didn’t come closer. Two more steps and I would have cut him down.
“Hiccup.”
“…Sigh.”
What should I do about this man? Does he know his younger brother went missing?
Probably not. There’s no way he’d know.
I don’t think he’s the type to pay attention to such matters—
‘…Hmm.’
Yet a subtle doubt crept in.
“Ehehehe. The moon is so beautiful—.”
His appearance made me naturally worry about the Bang household’s future.
And his behavior. His gaze. All of it is problematic.
But the most important thing is something else.
“Brother.”
“Hmm?”
At my call, my brother looks at me.
“Oh my. It’s been so long since I’ve heard that affectionate title. You always called me ‘brother’ so coldly before. Why the change?”
My brother chuckles softly.
“Want some pocket money? No matter how broke I am, I always keep something set aside for our youngest-.”
“What’s your connection to Amjeon?”
Thud.
His movements froze at my question.
Then the wind stopped.
And with it.
“….”
My brother’s expression vanished.
Seeing that, I felt an involuntary chill run down my spine.

* * *
Rumble. Beneath a sky thick with dark clouds.
The ground, damp despite the absence of rain. Someone kneels upon it.
“…I report to you.”
His head bowed low, face hidden from view.
The man continues speaking, channeling all his strength to suppress even the slightest tremor.
“The leader of Samapa, Mokhak, and Doyang have all perished.”
The figure receiving this report slowly turns his head. Though his frame was not large, an unusually massive spear hung across his back.
“Samapa… that fool’s death is one thing.”
The voice that emerges carries a thick, suffocating aura. So oppressive it seemed to settle densely upon the ground.
“Mokhak and Doyang are dead, you say…?”
“It was confirmed during the search conducted by the Muyong Clan and the Martial Arts Alliance.”
“How peculiar.”
I sent men who shouldn’t die so easily.
How did this happen?
“The reason?”
“…A martial artist from Sowoldae appeared in Yeolyeong and slew them all.”
“Sowoldae?”
Why would they appear? I thought they wouldn’t show up in Yeolyeong-.
It was unexpected.
And as if that weren’t enough, the man continues.
“…The martial artist who appeared was Wol-hyeop.”
“Wol-hyeop?”
The figure’s expression shifts upon hearing this.
Wol-hyeop.
“That… the young prodigy said to be the successor to the monster.”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“That man killed Doyang and Mokhak.”
Was he truly that formidable? The Figure’s interest was piqued.
The death of a subordinate was troubling, but only to that extent. What mattered now was something else entirely.
“So, what of the arrangements I made?”
“There were complications on that front, but fortunately our preparations were sufficient to resolve the matter.”
“Excellent. How long?”
“Within seven weeks, we shall have it completed.”
A satisfying response.
“Proceed. In the meantime, I must consider what to write in the letter I’ll send to the Gungju.”
What should I put to paper?
The Figure whose interest had been kindled.
Patcheon Gung’s Four Heavenly Kings.
Honwondo’s lips curved into a subtle smile.

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