The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 476

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 476
Whiiish. Whirk.
A blade moves through the air, slower than usual. Normally, I would have slashed through as quickly as possible, but not this time.
Slowly. As slowly as I can manage.
I moved the blade while maintaining my posture with precision. The trembling tip of the sword delivered a peculiar sensation.
Huuuum.
The blade resonates. I’ve grown accustomed to the sensation of making the blade sing. It feels the same as back then.
I focus on the resonance, aiming the blade’s tip. It was the same back then.
I concentrated everything on the blade’s resonance. I didn’t even think of anything else.
‘To enter the state of Sword and Self as One—’
What is the most crucial element? If I had to name it, for me it would be.
‘A state of selflessness.’
First, I must enter that state of selflessness. Remembering this, I tensed my body.
Crackle-crackle-crackle—!!!!! The Radiant Moon Shattering Mirror erupts like a flash, enveloping my entire body.
As I unleashed Wol Cheon, a distinctive exhilaration surged through me.
Wol Cheon induces an artificial state of selflessness. Within it, my physical abilities surge dramatically due to my energy, my reaction speed increases, and the destructive power of all martial techniques rises, but.
‘This doesn’t seem right.’
The state of selflessness needed for Sword and Self as One felt fundamentally different. Perhaps the problem lay in its artificial nature.
I couldn’t feel that sensation from back then.
‘The feeling of becoming one with the blade.’
All five senses aligned with the sword, and the path I saw converged into singular focus.
That strange sensation of time standing still that I felt back then.
I was chasing after that.
Whoosh.
I sheathed the blade I had been wielding.
“Hah.”
I was drenched in sweat. I had exhausted myself chasing only that sensation from back then, and in doing so, far too much time had passed.
“It’s not easy.”
This is a difficult task.
“Is there nothing you can teach me?”
Frustrated, I posed the question. The one receiving it was naturally the Celestial Demon.
[Tsk tsk—]
He laughs.
[Once you’ve grasped the thread, instruction becomes meaningless.]
“…Why is that?”
[Do you know why Yoo Cheon-gil never taught you about Sword and Self as One?]
“Because he disappeared before he could?”
[That may be a reason, but it is not the reason.]
“…Then….”
[Sword and Self as One ultimately differs for each individual’s enlightenment. It is not a realm that can be taught. For example—]
A resonant hum—the Divine Blade vibrated of its own accord. This was not my doing.
[The Celestial Demon’s unity with the Divine Blade was forged from a single, unwavering intent: to sever the opponent’s neck.]
“…What?”
[To kill. The result achieved through the most primal and instinctive force—slaughter itself. But you… what were you?]
“….”
Me.
The one thing I had been gazing upon.
What was it? I had never intended to kill Muyong Tae. I had focused solely on the blade’s path, pouring all my strength into erasing thought itself.
Was that the reason? Was the erasure of thought the genesis of my unity with the Divine Blade?
‘…That doesn’t seem right.’
No, it didn’t feel right. I could sense it instinctively.
“Hmm….”
[Do not grow impatient.]
The Celestial Demon spoke.
[Merely by stepping into that realm, you will eventually reach it. Such is the nature of that place.]
“….”
A place I would eventually reach someday…. Could it truly be so? For me, those words remained a mystery.
Even if I was told not to rush.
‘I’ve already felt it.’
That sensation when I touched the unity with the Divine Blade. I knew I would never forget it.
‘How absurd.’
What of it.
I was someone who had never cared even slightly for martial arts, yet somehow I had come to this.
‘Ignorance of the martial way.’
I still understood nothing.
And yet.
‘It’s not so bad.’
This complexity was becoming increasingly less disagreeable to me.

* * *
A day passed before I climbed the mountain again. I arrived at the summit where Muyong Tae waited.
“You’ve come.”
When I arrived with Muyong Youngsoon, Muyong Tae’s face twisted into a scowl upon seeing me. Why that expression the moment he laid eyes on me?
Just moments before, when he looked at Muyong Youngsoon, the world seemed beautiful to him—but the instant his gaze fell upon me, his face contorted as though he’d glimpsed something filthy.
“Isn’t that a bit much?”
Discrimination exists, certainly. But to show such contempt? That crosses a line.
As I spoke with exasperation, Muyong Tae pointed to his shoulder.
“I have no words for the one who left the Old Man in such a state.”
“….”
The aftermath of our martial contest. That I had wounded that old man at all was a miracle in itself. Every time I recalled it, I found it genuinely remarkable.
Well, that aside.
“…I believe it was all self-inflicted karma.”
I hadn’t fought because I wished to fight. He was the one who wagered the bet that led to this outcome. It wasn’t my fault.
“Ha. One exchange of blades and you’ve lost all manners. Youngsoon, this is the sort of man he is.”
“…Grandfather, please.”
Muyong Youngsoon sighed, as though questioning whether starting with conflict was truly the intention.
“Tsk.”
As if to say that was enough, Muyong Tae shook his head and tossed a pouch at me.
The moment I caught it, I froze.
Clink.
The sensation emanating from within felt bizarrely unsettling. Surely not?
“That’s it. Something your grandfather left behind.”
“I… see.”
“Your expression tells me you know exactly what it is.”
“….”
I could guess. I only hoped I was wrong. But as always, my cursed wishes never came true.
“….”
This time was no exception.
I carefully opened the pouch. Upon confirming its contents, my expression darkened. How is it my predictions never miss by even a moment?
“Damn it—”
I whispered quietly. Inside lay two pairs of bells. Upon seeing them, I felt my jaw clench.
“What did your grandfather leave behind?”
Muyong Tae asked with curiosity.
“You don’t know…?”
“I haven’t bothered to examine it out of any particular interest.”
“…It’s just.”
To put it plainly.
“Garbage. He left garbage.”
Exquisite garbage. Not merely trash, but something I’d long assumed was disposed of, never to be seen again.
An utterly useless thing to me, something I had no desire to keep by my side.
Yet he placed it in my hands.
Muyong Tae chuckles at my response.
“Just like him.”
Those words painted a vivid picture of what kind of man he had been. What on earth had he done? My memories were so hazy that nothing came to mind.
No, never mind. That’s not the issue right now.
‘A bell inscribed with precepts.’
The fact that he even knew the word “precepts”.
‘What could it possibly be?’
What connection did it have to my past life? I couldn’t comprehend it.
‘If that’s the case.’
There must be some reason why I was reincarnated into Bangga.
“Gulp.”
I swallowed hard.
“That’s enough. If you’re done, head back down. I need to tend to the medicinal herbs soon.”
“…Yes, I understand.”
Muyong Tae waves his hand dismissively, as if telling me to leave now that the main business was concluded. I bowed my head at his words.
Regardless, it was true that I had obtained the Divine Sword Fusion thanks to him.
“I’ll pay my respects another time.”
“Why would I see you again next time?”
“…If you’d rather not, then I won’t.”
“Your manners are….”
Tsk. I turned away at the sound of Muyong Tae’s tongue clicking. Muyong Youngsoon quietly followed behind me.
“You there.”
Muyong Tae calls out to me.
“Yes?”
“You may deceive others, but never deceive yourself.”
“….”
“That’s what it means to be a man.”
Muyong Tae speaks to me with calm eyes. I didn’t ask what he meant. I already knew.
“…I understand.”
“Go.”
“Yes.”
I descend the mountain with Muyong Youngsoon.
‘Never deceive yourself.’
Those words were neither easy nor light to bear.

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After that, I arrived at the Moyong estate. Muyong Youngsoon didn’t follow me. She said she had business at the Sega clan and needed to leave immediately, so I returned alone.
As soon as I stepped inside, a fragrant aroma filled the air.
“Chongwan. What are you up to now?”
“I’ve simply made some preparations, sir.”
“…You’ve worked hard.”
I smiled and expressed my gratitude. Then I glanced around the interior. For some reason, I heard a commotion. What was that? There was no reason the estate should be this loud.
As I stepped inside, I spotted several children.
“Do this one too!”
“Sister, me next!”
I recognized their faces.
“What are you all doing here?”
“Oh! It’s big brother!”
“Brother!”
They were children from the academy. Why were they here? And besides.
“What are you doing?”
“….”
The one playing with those children was Yoo Yeon.
“Brother! This sister is incredible!”
“…What is?”
“She’s so strong! Sister, show us again!”
At the child’s words, Yoo Yeon carefully grabbed the child and.
Whoosh—!
“Are you insane?”
She threw him up with all her strength. He shot rapidly toward the sky.
“Ahaha—!”
The child’s bright laughter grew closer. Just as he was about to hit the ground.
Rustle.
Yoo Yeon stepped up lightly. She leaped through the air as if treading on flower petals. At that sight, I widened my eyes slightly. How could she move so naturally and gracefully?
Yoo Yeon caught the child in her arms before he could fall.
Thud—! After catching him and landing, I stared blankly.
“How was that!?”
The child asked me.
“…What do you mean, how was it?”
“Isn’t she amazing! This sister is incredible.”
“…Yeah. Right. She’s amazing. I know that much.”
Did he realize? That the girl he was using like a plaything was Hwasan’s greatest future, the daughter of the Celestial Demon, and the famous powerhouse known as Geombong throughout the Central Plains?
“No. That’s enough.”
“Sister, me too!”
“Hey, stop bothering her.”
I pulled the children away. Otherwise, Yoo Yeon would have kept playing with them all day.
“You should stop playing with them too.”
“….”
Yoo Yeon made an awkward expression. While the children looked disappointed, realizing playtime was over.
“So, what brings you all here?”
I asked why the children from the academy had come, and they seemed to remember something they’d forgotten, handing me a letter.
“This! The Dean told us to give it to you!”
“The Dean?”
Why would that old woman want anything from me?
“She said to visit her.”
“When.”
“At the academy!”
“…That grandmother isn’t even at the academy.”
Though she bore the title of Dean, the old woman had no real interest in the academy. It didn’t matter. I’d only given her the position in name anyway.
She wasn’t even the one I’d assigned to teach the children.
But.
‘She wants me to come?’
She’s asking me to visit?
“Wait, is that grandmother actually at the academy?”
“Yes! The Dean is there!”
“…Why?”
What could that old woman, who constantly wanders in all directions, possibly want? Unable to comprehend, I spoke up.
“If you say that, then I’m supposed to tell you this.”
The child suddenly scrunched their face intensely. It looked like they were imitating someone.
A face bearing every conceivable inconvenience in the world.
They relayed the message to me.
“You need to bring an explanation for why that creature from the Northern Sea is here.”
“….”
“That’s what she said to tell you!”
“…Hmm.”
Hearing those words, I nodded.
“This is getting complicated.”
Recently, it felt like everything was just falling apart.

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