The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 474

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 474
My grandfather is alive? What kind of absurd nonsense is this?
“My grandfather is… alive, sir…?”
How could that be? I stare at Muyong Tae with bewildered eyes. He returns my gaze with equal confusion.
“So you thought he was dead?”
“Well… of course I did?”
Naturally I thought he was dead. My father had told me so.
-Your grandfather has passed away.
-What?
-We didn’t have money for a proper funeral, so I buried him somewhere suitable. Remember that.
-What kind of insane thing are you saying…?
A statement devoid of all filial piety. The shock had been so profound I could never forget it.
That’s what happened, no doubt about it. They even built a tomb on the back mountain.
But he’s alive?
“You built a tomb? Hahahaha.”
Muyong Tae bursts into laughter.
“…Truly the Bang Clan’s style. Your nature remains unchanged.”
“…”
“Bang Lord of the Clan, whatever that fool’s intentions were, your grandfather is alive.”
“He’s… alive, you say…?”
Then where is he?
“You won’t be able to find him even if you try. There’s no one busier than him.”
“…Ah, yes.”
I didn’t particularly want to search for him anyway. There’s no need to do anything with my grandfather now. Besides, my memories of him are hazy.
“Regardless… the item you said you would give me…”
“Hmm…”
Muyong Tae looks at me. His gaze is subtle. What is this? Why is he looking at me like that?
Just as I’m wondering.
“I’ve lost the desire to give it to you.”
“What?”
“Originally, I planned to simply hand it over… and after teaching you a lesson, send you back. But looking at your pathetic state, I’ve changed my mind.”
“What are you saying now, sir…?”
“You can only teach a lesson to someone with a spirit worth disciplining… but you seem like you wouldn’t even listen. Especially since you resemble your grandfather.”
“…”
I can’t tell if that’s praise or insult. Probably insult. He’s never said anything good about my grandfather.
Then.
“So let’s make a wager.”
“A wager?”
Suddenly?
“If you win the wager, I’ll give you the item. In exchange…”
“Instead…?”
“If you lose, don’t you dare show your face before our Youngsoon again.”
“…”
“Grandfather…?”
It was Muyong Youngsoon who reacted to those words. She opened her eyes wide as she spoke to Muyong Tae.
“What are you saying right now?”
“The engagement has already been broken. Youngsoon. This man showing his face will only ruin your marriage prospects. You understand that, don’t you?”
“But that’s—”
“I care for you, but marriage is another matter. We cannot delay any further.”
“…”
Muyong Youngsoon bit her lip. He was right. She wasn’t getting any younger.
By normal standards, she should have already been betrothed, perhaps even married by now.
‘The penalty is rather peculiar.’
It was a wager where I had nothing to lose if I failed.
However.
“Can’t I just refuse the wager and not take the item?”
I had no reason to do this. An item left behind by my Grandfather? So what?
‘I don’t think I’ll need it.’
It was meaningless. Whatever my Grandfather left behind, I had no need to concern myself with it.
“Ha… You’re a funny one.”
Muyong Tae let out a hollow laugh as he looked at me.
“Do you know what the item is?”
“I don’t think I need to hear—”
“That old fool entrusted it to me and said you’d understand if I mentioned the precepts.”
“…”
I froze. The precepts? The precepts were coming up here?
“…That.”
My Grandfather entrusted him with an item to pass on? How? That was…
‘Something that only appeared in my past life.’
It was something I shouldn’t have gotten entangled with in this life. My eyes twitched.
“Seems like your interest has been piqued. Good.”
“…”
As he spoke, Muyong Tae rose to his feet.
“The wager. Will you accept it?”
“…What do I need to do?”
I would have refused if I could. But now I was trapped. The precepts—I had become curious about both my Grandfather who mentioned them and the item he entrusted with their mention.
“The wager is simple.”
Whoooosh—!!!
A surge of energy erupted from Muyong Tae’s body. The force swept through the wind, releasing a tingling aura.
“A single strike. If even one blow of mine reaches you, if you so much as brush my sleeve, I will acknowledge you.”
“….”
Truly, it was a simple yet difficult thing to say.
“Will you do it?”
Muyong Tae spoke with a smile, and I placed my hand on the Divine Sword.
“Should I do it now?”
“Hahaha.”
At my words, Muyong Tae laughed heartily.
“Arrogant bastard. You really do resemble those two fools.”
“…Is that a compliment?”
“As if.”
Grrrrrrrrgh—!!! Pressure erupted from Muyong Tae. It was far more intense than before.
On a knife’s edge. When should I strike? When he’s concentrating.
“…Bang Disciple.”
Muyong Youngsoon spoke to me.
“Are you really going to make this wager?”
“…It seems like I have to?”
I didn’t want to either, but the situation had become what it was.
At my words, Muyong Youngsoon bit her lip.
“…You do understand what happens if you lose, right?”
“….”
Never to appear before Muyong Youngsoon again. I spoke while recalling that condition.
Watching her expression, I swallowed dryly.
Losing wouldn’t be so bad? I wanted to make such a joke, but I had some sense.
If I said that, it would be the end. So what should I do? I thought for a moment and spoke.
“…I have no intention of losing.”
“….”
“So for now, stay out of it.”
Switching to casual speech, only then did Muyong Youngsoon step back.
“Hmph.”
Displeased with such a reaction, Muyong Tae snorted.
The old man before me was an absolute master.
Whether he was of Celestial Demon caliber, I couldn’t say, but he was a figure who had experienced everything—the former Lord of the Five Great Clans.
I was still far too lacking to stand against someone like him.
Shhhhiing—!!
I drew Mukcheol’s Divine Sword—the Celestial Demon Divine Sword—and thought.
‘All I need to do is graze him.’
Grasping the hilt, I lowered my stance.
Kiiiing—!!! The sword sang. The sword’s resonance manifested.
“Ho?”
Confirming this, Muyong Tae regarded me with interest.
‘Remember.’
A single sword strike.
I concentrate. Energy spreads throughout my body. I close my eyes slightly.
‘Sensation.’
Something overlays itself upon my body. Spiritual energy. Now I can wield this as well with my body.
And.
‘My body has become lighter.’
Light yet heavy at once. My center holds firm. It’s definitely different from before.
‘Something.’
Something has changed dramatically.
Whoosh—! I open my closed eyes.
Power ignites in my blue eyes. Wol-an has opened his eyes.
Wol Seon-geom. Threads advancing toward my opponent. Watching the delicate threads spread, I gathered strength in my dantian.
Crack—!
Crackle crackle crackle—!!!
The energy of Wol Cheon spreads throughout my entire body. The transformed white aura creates the Moonlight Blade Technique.
“…Hmm.”
Muyong Tae calmly drew his sword.
“For the child of those two bastards—you certainly possess quite a lot.”
It was praise. The first praise I had ever heard.
I do not utter words of gratitude.
“Shhhhh.”
I exhale my breath.
Rumble rumble rumble—! Strong energy coils around Muyong Tae’s sword as well.
Brilliant. Every time I see the sword force of an absolute master, admiration escapes me.
‘The quality is different.’
Though the types of sword force may differ, the enlightenment and concentration contained within can be perceived.
Truly like steel itself. That eccentric old man was indeed a master.
One.
“I advance.”
“Come then.”
I feel no fear. Somehow, that was the case.
‘One step.’
I move forward lightly. My feet, which appeared clumsy, belie my grace.
Whoooosh—!!!
My body bores into the space before Muyong Tae.
“Gasp….”
Muyong Youngsoon, who had been watching, lets out a gasp at the tremendous speed.
Crash—! Unlike my body, which moves lightly, weight settles into my supporting legs.
Stamping the ground as if crushing it, I pour strength into the hilt I’ve grasped.
The Wol Cheon Sword Technique erupts violently. Following the ensuing sword path, I slowly carve out my blade.
Whoosh—! The sword cry grazes through empty space. A crescent moon flies toward Muyong Tae, but.
Crack—!
“…!”
It was crushed flat by Muyong Tae’s casually swung blade. Could it really be this easy? I wasn’t caught off guard.
My body shook somewhat from the impact, yet I didn’t lose my center.
‘Next—’
I need to think of the next move. I’ve already anticipated what to do if Wolrang fails.
Whoosh! My blade moves rapidly. Sound trails behind it.
My body moves swiftly. I channel speed into it.
I repeat swinging again and again.
But.
‘It’s not connecting?’
I can’t reach Muyong Tae. He moves lightly, evading every blade strike.
‘What’s the problem?’
Is it a difference in speed?
Is it a difference in power?
Likely both. I know that the gap in realm cannot be bridged by such things alone.
Then what should I do? I consider more possibilities.
Then.
“You’re thinking too much. This isn’t the time for that, is it?”
Whoooosh—!!
“…!”
Muyong Tae’s blade comes flying. I tilt my head back to evade. Whoooosh—!! The wind pressure is tremendous.
If I hadn’t dodged, I would have been torn to shreds by that strike.
Tsk.
I click my tongue and grit my teeth.
It’s the same criticism again. I’ve heard it countless times already.
How can I possibly clear my mind of stray thoughts?
Should I not think of the next move? Even now, thoughts arise.
‘…I clear them.’
Crackle—! Wol Cheon still holds.
Artificial no-mind state. Yoo Cheon-gil said it was the power to reach that place.
No-mind state.
Within a state where I should think of nothing, I am conjuring thoughts.
‘If this continues.’
Isn’t it ultimately meaningless?
‘I clear my thoughts.’
Whoosh.
“Hmm?”
I created distance between us and took a moment to steady my breathing.
Muyong Tae remained motionless, watching me intently.
He seemed curious to see what I would attempt.
Shwip.
I lowered my blade slightly and released the tension from my body. Then I positioned the sword’s tip directly ahead, aimed toward Muyong Tae.
Uuuuuung.
The blade resonated. I focused on the trembling of the sword’s point.
Whoosh.
I felt the wind. My inner energy moved of its own accord, flowing through the meridians and revealing its current.
Above that, the spiritual essence flowing from my heart followed in harmony.
The sensation was peculiar. Two forces merging into one created profound thoughts.
‘Focus.’
Whoooung.
Uuuung.
The trembling of each force was distinct. I allowed this difference to merge into one.
Uuuung—!! The blade’s resonance deepened.
“Haa.”
A sigh. With that brief exhalation, a transformation occurred in Wol Seon-geom’s form.
The thread that had been stretched thin sank and touched the ground.
The thread became a path.
Move forward along this path.
That is what the path told me.
Step. I took a stride toward it.
In that moment.
Thud.
The world stopped.
[Haha.]
The Celestial Demon’s voice reached me, faintly.
[I never imagined you would reach this point in such a manner.]
[How amusing. Truly remarkable.]
[Indulge yourself endlessly. Miss nothing.]
Even hearing that voice, I remained undisturbed.
My focus was solely on the path.
Upon stepping onto it, my body moved before I could even think of what to do.
‘Ah.’
The world began to move again.
Within the flowing landscape, I sensed something foreign.
Crackle.
The turbulent Wol Cheon calmed and transformed.
The Radiant Moon Mirror’s light, which had been radiating, condensed.
How peculiar.
I pressed forward in that state.
“Hah.”
The moment I heard Muyong Tae’s hollow breath.
Shhwack—!!
My blade grazed him.
Blood erupted. Muyong Tae’s shoulder had been sliced open.
“Grandfather…!?”
Muyong Youngsoon’s eyes widened in shock.
“…Heh heh.”
Muyong Tae let out a hollow laugh as he looked at me.
“I wondered what you were attempting.”
“….”
As that strange numbness continued to persist, Muyong Tae spoke to me.
“Divine Sword Unity. Heaven has granted those cursed grandsons far too much.”
Divine Sword Unity.
That resonance pierced through me.

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