The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 483

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 483
After hearing the message relayed through Doyang, I paused briefly to gather my thoughts, then made my way toward the carriage.
“…What do you want?”
As I approached the carriage, the guards reacted sharply. Their response was unmistakably hostile. I simply observed them in silence.
Then.
“Answer us—”
“It’s fine.”
Muyong Youngsoon spoke from within the carriage.
“He’s an acquaintance of mine. Let him through.”
“Miss…very well.”
“I said it’s fine.”
“Understood.”
At her decisive words, the guard immediately stepped aside. As always, I found her authority to be razor-sharp.
Creak.
The carriage door opened. Inside, Muyong Youngsoon sat with an expressionless face.
I entered and took a seat across from her.
At my appearance, Muyong Youngsoon looked at me with curiosity.
“It’s my first time seeing such an inconspicuous disguise.”
“…Yet you recognized me perfectly well.”
“Of course. I may not know much else, but failing to recognize you would be absurd.”
“Ha.”
What was this? Her words didn’t seem appropriate for this situation. A hollow laugh escaped me.
“What? Wasn’t it at least acceptable this time?”
“…This doesn’t seem like the time for jokes.”
“What does it matter? There’s no special time for jokes. If I want to make them, I will.”
She appeared utterly composed and rational.
Perhaps she truly was. But could it be that simple? On this point, I couldn’t be certain.
“What are you planning to do?”
So I asked. I judged it best to hear her thoughts first.
Muyong Youngsoon answered.
“You already know.”
She said this while looking at me. At those words, I fell silent. If asked whether I knew the answer, I couldn’t deny it.
To be precise, I would say I hoped it wasn’t true. Thinking this, I spoke.
“Are you truly planning to let yourself be captured?”
If I understood Muyong Youngsoon’s intention correctly, there was no other explanation. Given the current forces and circumstances, this was the most efficient option available to her.
“You know this as well. That this is the best course.”
“Then at least say you’re running away.”
“If I do that, everyone here will die. Unfortunately, I have no desire for that.”
“…So you’re simply choosing to be captured?”
“I’ve already told you. This is the best option. And you know it too. You’ve already sent word through the guards. All we can do now is buy time.”
I need to buy time until Baekwang arrives. That’s the plan Muyong Youngsoon laid out.
“Buy time? What does that even mean?”
I found myself at a loss for words.
“It’ll take Baekwang two days to get here. Even if we leave right now, that’s how long it’ll take. But if you get captured at noon, what exactly are you going to do? Do you think you’ll just sit there quietly after being taken? Does that seem likely to you?”
“I suppose I’d endure whatever comes my way and hold out.”
“You call that reasoning?”
“Don’t speak informally to me.”
“…!”
Muyong Youngsoon’s eyes turned cold.
“If we’ve decided to draw a line, then be clear about it. Bang Disciple. Are we the sort of people who speak casually with each other?”
“….”
“I made the best choice I could. I don’t know what you’re hoping for, but I think any further involvement would be bad for both of us.”
Muyong Youngsoon pointed toward the door.
“Our conversation as friends ends here. Please leave. I need more time to think.”
A firm dismissal. Seeing that, I let out a hollow breath. Her gaze asked why I wasn’t leaving already. Meeting that look, I was the first to step outside.
“….”
I furrowed my brow. I hadn’t anticipated she’d respond like that.
‘If only.’
I wanted to tell her to run away. But I couldn’t even do that. No—even if I had, she wouldn’t have listened.
Perhaps.
‘I came hoping to hear something else.’
Something different.
‘Words asking for my help.’
Maybe I’d hoped to hear her ask for help instead. I was nothing but a fool. Knowing her nature perfectly well, and yet hoping she’d ask for help? What kind of nonsense was that?
“Sigh.”
I exhaled deeply. I’d just been thoroughly beaten down by nothing but perfectly reasonable words.
‘If we’ve decided to draw a line, then be clear about it. Bang Disciple.’
‘I made the best choice I could. I don’t know what you’re hoping for, but I think any further involvement would be bad for both of us.’
‘Our conversation as friends ends here. Please leave.’
“….”
I scratched my head. Each word lingered in my mind unnecessarily.
“No.”
This wouldn’t do.
I erased the foolish thoughts I’d been entertaining. In any case, there was only one answer.
“I’ll catch him.”
Catch him and deal with it.
Whatever he became, that was the only answer I could give right now.
By whatever means necessary, I would bite down and push through.
Fortunately.
I wasn’t without options.
“Celestial Demon.”
[Hmm?]
“Let’s make a deal.”
It would be an unpleasant bargain, no doubt.

* * *
A day had passed.
As the promised time drew closer, the atmosphere among the Tabsa caravan grew increasingly tense. There was nowhere to request reinforcements.
We had moved while carrying the goods, but this too was hardly an ideal choice. It was simply the only thing we could do. Of course, even that couldn’t last long, and everyone had to stop.
No one had deserted. That part was surprising. I had thought at least some would attempt to flee.
Perhaps it was the overwhelming presence of Honwondo that we faced. Those oppressed didn’t dare even consider moving.
Unable to escape, we moved until noon arrived.
It was then.
Cackle, cackle, cackle—!
A laugh I didn’t want to hear echoed out.
“You listen well. It’s quite a pleasant sight.”
It was Honwondo. He sat perched on a nearby rock, watching us. None of the martial artists around seemed to have noticed when he appeared.
“So, have you all finished your discussion? I’ve given you plenty of time.”
The martial artists tensed at Honwondo’s words. That was when—
“Thank you for your patience.”
Muyong Youngsoon stepped forward and faced Honwondo. He smiled upon seeing her.
“Well? Have you made your choice?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Which is it?”
“Before I answer, may I be so bold as to ask one thing?”
“Hoho.”
Honwondo’s eyes narrowed.
“Normally I would have torn your head off. But since it’s a request from someone precious, I’ll hear it. What is it?”
“…I ask that no one else be sacrificed. If I truly go to you, you won’t harm anyone here, will you?”
“That’s right. I swear it on the name of Honwondo. If you come to me of your own will, not a single person in this place will be harmed.”
“…I’m grateful for your consideration.”
Muyong Youngsoon bowed her head respectfully.
She walked toward Honwondo, one step at a time. Watching her, Honwondo’s lips curled up with satisfaction.
“…Damn it.”
“Are we really… truly going to let her go like this?”
All the martial artists, including Tabsa, stared at Muyong Youngsoon in despair. They couldn’t possibly not know what would happen to her if she went to Honwondo like this.
Yet they had no choice but to let her go. Life was precious to everyone.
And so Muyong Youngsoon moved toward Honwondo.
“Yes, a very good choice—”
Just as he began to speak with his lips stretched wide open—
“…Hm?”
Honwondo’s brow furrowed.
“Look here.”
Then he fixed his gaze intently upon something. The direction of his stare was.
“An amusing fellow, it seems.”
Directed at me.
Everyone turned to look at Honwondo with bewildered eyes. By the time they confirmed that he was staring at me.
Uuuuung—! Uuuuuung—!!!
“Huh?”
“What? That—!”
A sound began to emanate from the blade I held. The sword’s resonance.
Shhrrring.
I slowly drew the sword from its sheath.
“How… how is this possible…?”
Tabsa’s eyes, who had been subtly testing my energy, widened like lanterns.
“I sensed no presence. Yet the face… I remember that face. You there. What is your identity?”
“Who knows.”
“What?”
“Right now, I’m not particularly suited to align with anyone. So names and such—let’s skip over them. It’s not that important to you anyway.”
“…This fellow, you see?”
Honwondo rose from the rock. Along with his massive frame, a great saber as large as his body came into view.
“Fascinating. Yes, discovering directly is also its own charm. How does a martial artist of your caliber end up mixed in with that lot…?”
“I have my own circumstances.”
“I see. That’s possible. Your identity matters little to me. Eventually, as I tear and crush, you’ll spill what I wish to know.”
He spoke such cruel words without hesitation.
“What matters is the reason. You must have a reason for stepping forward. What is it?”
“…A reason.”
The reason I stepped forward. I gave it some thought. Honestly, nothing particularly striking came to mind. Yet if I had to give a reason regardless.
“It’s similar to yours.”
“What did you say?”
“What you’re trying to take right now. Its ownership belongs to me.”
The first to react to those words was Muyong Youngsoon. She stared at me with widened eyes. It was burdensome. If I was going to ruin the expression I’d worked so hard to maintain like this, I questioned why I’d held back in the first place.
‘Or perhaps not.’
If I had to explain it, this too would be my doing.
“Ownership? What are you saying? That this woman belongs to you?”
His hand moved. Honwondo’s massive hand reached toward Muyong Youngsoon.
“That’s not quite it.”
Seeing that, I took a step forward. My vision warped. My body had already arrived between Honwondo and Muyong Youngsoon.
“…!”
Honwondo’s expression changed as he looked at me. Then I moved the blade. The sword, infused with blade force, rushed toward Honwondo’s hand.
Splurch—! Blood sprayed violently. I hadn’t managed to sever it completely.
Drip, drip. Honwondo examined his left hand from a distance that had opened between us.
A long sword wound ran across his arm. Blood flowed from the gash.
Honwondo shifted his gaze and looked at me. I was holding Muyong Youngsoon close, my arm around her shoulders.
Uuuuuung.
The sword spirit still wailed, draped in sword energy.
I spoke directly to the man.
“Keep your filthy hands to yourself.”
“….”
Honwondo’s eyes ignited with heat at my words. Seeing that, I amplified my martial force. Crackle, crackle, crackle—!! Light began to coil around me slowly.
Gwangwol Seomgyeong.
I wrapped it around my entire body gradually. The full moonlight bloomed. I drew the moon into my flesh and pointed my blade at him.
“Coveting what belongs to others brings indigestion. Especially when your narrow vessel cannot even hold it.”
“…A narrow vessel? Ahahaha.”
Guuuuuuuu—!!!!
A deep, resonant sound like a bell toll erupted from Honwondo’s body. Could such a sound even come from a human form?
It was astounding. As I found myself marveling at it despite myself.
“I make you one promise.”
Honwondo spoke.
“You will surely die here.”
“…You know what?”
I answered to his words.
“Promises were made to be broken.”
Especially those spilling from the mouth of a man like him.

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