The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 47

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 047
“What is this now?”
The words spilled from my lips the moment my eyes opened.
I narrowed my eyes at the sight before me and surveyed my surroundings.
Truly, a White World.
Floor and ceiling alike were painted entirely white—a place where nothing made sense.
“Hmm.”
I could tell immediately.
“A nightmare. How wretched.”
A nightmare. Recently, exhaustion had been dragging me into unconsciousness the moment I lay down, so I’d been spared from them. It had been quite some time since I’d had a dream like this.
A dream I hadn’t experienced in far too long.
I carefully pushed myself upright. Now that I looked, I was sitting. From that position, I examined my surroundings, but it was no different from before.
Everything was so white that I couldn’t make out anything.
I moved my body gradually, checking here and there, and reached a conclusion.
“It’s not sleep paralysis. Just a lucid dream, perhaps?”
It didn’t seem to be the kind of sleep paralysis caused by spirits.
Though I was experiencing something utterly absurd, my expression remained as calm as always.
I’d endured such things countless times in my previous life.
What was there to be shocked about at this level?
All I could do was laugh. And I knew well how to handle such situations.
I shut my eyes tightly.
If I just kept them closed for a moment and then opened them, I should wake up from sleep now…
“…shouldn’t I?”
I opened my eyes again, but nothing had changed.
“This is troublesome.”
I scratched my cheek. Ah, this isn’t good.
“It’s become difficult to escape?”
This was problematic. If this was the case, it was no longer a simple nightmare.
‘Spiritual energy seems to be mixed in.’
The influence of spirits affecting human dreams.
When it affected the physical body, it was called sleep paralysis. When a spirit intervened in dreams to convey intent, it was called a spirit dream.
I stroked my chin and examined my surroundings once more.
“It’s definitely not sleep paralysis… it’s what they call a spirit dream.”
If a dream was this vivid, I should suspect something. And yet, even with my awareness, my mind couldn’t wake up? This was absolutely certain.
Something was wrong.
I’d always been careful to locate the positions of all the spirits nearby, and whenever I sensed something strange, I deliberately avoided interfering through careful calculation.
As a result, there was no spirit among those around me that was entangled with me.
“Hmm.”
Then what could it be?
After pondering briefly, I nodded. I had found the answer.
I immediately turned around to look behind me.
“What is it?”
Sure enough, I could see someone standing behind me. It was obvious that this entity had summoned me to this strange space.
If it was the influence of spiritual energy, it had to be a ghost. But there was only one ghost in my vicinity.
“…Old Man.”
“Oh.”
Oh, my foot. Yoo Cheon-gil, meeting my gaze, widened his eyes and responded brightly.
I had to contort my expression at his absurd attitude.
Seeing that, Yoo Cheon-gil wore a disappointed expression for some reason.
“I thought you’d be a little startled, but since you’re perfectly fine, it’s not very fun.”
“I’ve lived such a bizarre life that I’m not easily surprised by things like this.”
Having experienced all manner of strange ordeals throughout my life, there was nothing that could shock me anymore.
“So… what is this then?”
I understood it was a space created by spiritual energy, but I was puzzled as to how this old man had managed such a thing.
When I asked, Yoo Cheon-gil stroked his beard and spoke.
“I don’t know. I thought it might work, so I tried it, and it did.”
“…That’s a ridiculous answer, isn’t it?”
What kind of answer was that? He suddenly thought it might work and just tried it?
What sort of absurd response was this?
It was utterly preposterous.
‘…Was this something he could do?’
Interfering with others was something ordinary spirits couldn’t do.
Sleep paralysis could be managed by those with some experience, but spirit dreams were different.
‘Even if they could… general-ranked spirits.’
Or those called mountain spirits… or those who had fully transformed into demons would need to be at that level to manage it.
‘….’
Watching Yoo Cheon-gil delight in his accomplishment, I had to click my tongue inwardly.
Yes, that old man might be capable of it. That’s what I thought.
“Are you satisfied?”
“It’s rather interesting.”
“…Yes. I see. Then could you end this now? Let me sleep comfortably.”
Though I was asleep now, the spirit dream was causing considerable mental fatigue.
Sleep wasn’t truly restful in this state.
“Mm.”
At my request, Yoo Cheon-gil tilted his head slightly. Seeing that gesture, I became uneasy.
‘…His eyes.’
Those fierce eyes with slightly curved corners—the look he always had before causing some kind of trouble.
“Old Man… what are you doing now-”
Just as I was about to ask.
Boom-!
“Gack!?”
An impact struck my head, and I collapsed to my knees.
“Ugh—!”
The pain was excruciating. What happened? What is going on?
With trembling hands, I grasped the crown of my head and lifted my gaze.
Yoo Cheon-gil stood directly before me, fist raised, regarding me with curiosity.
Surely not….
“…Old Man. Did you just strike me?”
“Ooh…. The sensation fits perfectly in my hand.”
“This insane old fool?”
He attacked with his fist without warning? Bewildered, I observed him and detected something peculiar.
‘Wait. He actually hit me?’
I reached out and grasped Yoo Cheon-gil’s leg. It was solid. I felt tremendously thick muscle.
“…Why can I grab this?”
The fact that I could grasp it was strange enough, but there was a far greater problem.
“Why does it hurt?”
My head throbbed. It seemed Yoo Cheon-gil had struck me with his fist, as I’d suspected.
“Why does this hurt…?”
This should be a dream, yet the pain felt remarkably vivid. In the moment my vision wavered from confusion.
“Excellent.”
A chilling voice accompanied the world spinning around me.
“Kugh!?”
Yoo Cheon-gil seized my throat with his massive hand and lifted me bodily.
“I wondered how to teach this disrespectful brat some manners, but what fortune to have such an opportunity.”
“Guh—ugh.”
His grip cut off my breath. His hand was so enormous that it engulfed my throat with room to spare.
“Perhaps I can teach your body what respect truly means. What say you?”
“…Hgh… hgh….”
Wracked with pain, I raised my hands and grasped Yoo Cheon-gil’s wrist.
In that instant, the pressure around my throat loosened. He had eased his grip, as if inviting me to speak.
What answer did he expect?
Did he want me to cower and apologize? Or did he wish me to submit and promise better behavior?
Either way, it was meaningless.
I had no intention of obliging him with either.
“…Stop this foolish jest… and put me… down.”
As I spoke with undisguised irritation, Yoo Cheon-gil’s amused expression vanished.
“Tsk.”
Then came the harsh sound of his tongue clicking.
Thud—!
His grip released, and my body crashed to the ground.
“Cough—! Cough!”
As I continued hacking away, Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me in a voice dripping with disappointment.
“How dull. I thought you might be surprised. For a young thing, your heart is remarkably cold, isn’t it?”
“…Did you do all this just to amuse yourself?”
I already knew Yoo Cheon-gil wasn’t being sincere.
He wasn’t the type to go through such theatrics without reason.
“Hmph.”
“Hmph, nothing. If you’ve had your fill of entertainment, wrap this up already. You’re exhausting me with whatever this is.”
“Ha, look at this one.”
Yoo Cheon-gil laughed. His face was always as menacing as they came.
“You must know I can torment you however I please here, yet your attitude is rather poor. Should I torment you more?”
“And I suppose you haven’t been tormenting me all along?”
He hadn’t struck me, but the torment was much the same either way.
“And even if you truly wished to see me bow, I would never do so, not even in death.”
“Hmm? Why?”
Yoo Cheon-gil asked, his eyes full of curiosity.
Why wouldn’t I bow to Yoo Cheon-gil?
There was only one reason.
“I will never bow to a demon, no matter the circumstances.”
At that answer, Yoo Cheon-gil let out a hollow laugh.
“That’s a strange thing to say for someone held on a leash by me.”
“There are circumstances beyond my control.”
“To be precise, it changes according to your convenience, doesn’t it?”
“The essence remains unchanged.”
My pride will not bend to a demon. Perhaps if Yoo Cheon-gil were still human.
But as a demon, I harbored no such inclination.
“Hmm.”
Yoo Cheon-gil simply stared at me.
I held his blue gaze for a moment in silence.
“Well, do as you please.”
Yoo Cheon-gil nodded and waved his hand dismissively.
Then.
Thunk—!
“…Huh?”
Something fell before me. Upon inspection, it was a sword.
A genuine blade, expertly crafted and razor-sharp.
“…What is this?”
Where did this sword suddenly come from…?
“Take it up.”
“Did you do this?”
“Yes.”
‘…Was something like this even possible?’
A technique I’d never witnessed before. In my past life, I had experienced spirit dreams a few times, but my presence was so overwhelming that spirits rarely lingered long within me.
And I’d never seen those who did enter attempt anything like this.
But….
‘This is a first for me?’
It was absurd enough to feel pain from being struck in a dream, but this was worse.
‘What exactly is that old man?’
At this point, it was becoming genuinely terrifying. I grasped the fallen blade.
‘…Look at how vivid the sensation is.’
Not only could I feel the grip in my hand, but the substantial weight was unmistakable.
Could this really be called a dream? Now confusion was setting in.
“Did you grasp it?”
“Yes. But what is this for…?”
“Nothing special. I simply can’t keep entering your body and fighting for you indefinitely, and it seems about time I taught you something regarding your internal cultivation.”
“…!”
My eyes widened at his words. What he meant was.
“You’re going to train me? Here?”
“Isn’t it perfectly convenient?”
“No….”
There was nothing to object to. Besides.
‘…Receiving instruction from that old man.’
Honestly, I was excited about it.
No matter how much I cursed inwardly, he was the Heavenly Supreme of the previous generation and the greatest of all ages.
There was nothing bad about receiving instruction from such a person.
‘That’s right. If he had any conscience, it was about time he did something for me.’
After all the struggles I’d endured, this man was actually looking after me. It was unexpected.
‘But will this actually help?’
No matter how real it seems, this is undeniably a dream.
Even if I train, won’t it all be for nothing once I wake up? Such thoughts crossed my mind.
“Focus.”
“Yes.”
Regardless, let me try. The moment I steadied my resolve.
“Then, let’s see if you can endure this.”
“Yes. Yes?”
At his strange words, I immediately looked at Yoo Cheon-gil. But.
“…What? Old Man?”
Yoo Cheon-gil had vanished. Cleanly, right before my eyes.
Where had he gone this time? As that question arose.
“What are you?”
A sound reached my ears.
I turned my gaze, and there stood someone in a place that had been empty moments before.
“…What in the world is that.”
I narrowed my eyes. Before me stood a human I had never seen.
Black hair hung disheveled around his head, matted with blood, and he wore a martial robe stained crimson.
In his hand he gripped a sword with its blade completely dulled. It was a weapon ruined by the weight of arduous years.
Though I could not discern every detail, his youthful features were faintly visible.
It meant his age was similar to mine.
Perhaps a year or two older at most? And beyond that.
‘…Wol-an?’
He was a young man with eyes as blue as my own.
What manner of person was he? I was studying my opponent for a moment when.
“I asked what you were.”
Instead, the young man questioned me in return.
At that voice, my spine erupted in chills.
‘What kind of human voice is that.’
How could it be so rough and savage?
The hand gripping my sword began to tremble of its own accord.
“It seems you have no intention of answering. But that matters little.”
It was not that I had no thoughts to share—my voice simply would not come. My entire body was dominated by the killing intent radiating from him.
In that instant.
The young man moved his legs as he looked at me, and.
“Since you will be my enemy anyway.”
His next words came from directly beside me.
I had seen him standing far away just moments before—how was his voice coming from here? I tried to turn my head in shock, but.
Skreeeee—
With the sound of something being severed.
My vision began to fall away bit by bit.
As my sight drew ever closer to the ground.
I belatedly realized my neck had been cut.

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“Gasp—!”
I jolted awake, my eyes snapping open as I lurched upright.
“Cough… hack….”
I wrapped both hands around my throat.
The sensation felt disturbingly real against my palms.
“…Wheeze… gasp….”
With trembling hands, I repeated the motions of splashing my face with invisible water.
I had died.
I had just met my end in that dream.
In the blink of an eye, some unknown bastard had killed me.
“Damn it….”
It had been far too vivid and horrifyingly clear.
Especially the sensation of my neck being severed, my body slowly collapsing to the ground—that I could never forget.
“Wheeze…. Gasp.”
I steadied my breathing and wiped away the beads of sweat gathering on my forehead.
My hands still trembled, but mercifully, a wave of relief was beginning to wash over me.
‘At least it was just a dream.’
No matter how vivid the death had felt, the fact that I had returned meant it was nothing more than a nightmare.
That was enough. Having reached that conclusion, I focused my eyes.
‘That damned old man.’
Where was he now? I had plenty of questions to demand answers for.
I was about to turn my head, eyes blazing with fury, when—
“Oh my….”
“…!”
At the sound of that voice, my entire body went rigid.
It was a voice that should not have been here.
Creak—creak creak.
I forced my stiffened neck to turn.
Light poured through the window frame, marking the arrival of morning.
And there, sitting serenely in that light, was a woman.
She appeared remarkably cold and composed, yet simultaneously possessed an almost impossible beauty.
She gazed at me with pretty eyes curved like a crescent moon.
Then she parted her cherry-red lips and spoke to me.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
It was Cheonhye-in.
Seeing her, I was certain.
“Ah, I’m still in a nightmare.”
“…?”
“A truly wretched nightmare.”
“….”
A frown creased Cheonhye-in’s delicate brow.

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