The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 497

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 497
Whoosh—!!! Blades slice through the air from all directions. Not just one sword, but several. The sword paths extend toward me as if intent on shredding my body to pieces.
I simply stood there watching.
My realm deepens and grows stronger, they say, but I had never truly felt it until now.
‘How slow.’
I experience this realization at such a moment. The blades cutting through empty space appear remarkably sluggish.
At a glance, these were martial artists somewhere between the second-rate and peak levels.
Had this been me from before, I wouldn’t have even been able to properly see a second-rate swordsman’s blade.
Now it felt as though time itself had nearly stopped.
Swish.
I took a single step.
Clang clang clang clang—!!!
The blades seem to pass right through me. Not a single attack grazed me. Not even my sleeve was touched by any of their strikes.
The martial artists flinch upon witnessing this.
My body was already standing behind them.
“…I’m genuinely curious about this.”
I don’t understand.
“What did you think you could accomplish with this many people?”
It was pure curiosity. Even if my realm hadn’t been properly disclosed, rumors must have spread to some degree.
“Did you really think it would work?”
“Ugh…!”
Jintaeryeong spits blood. That man was the strangest of all. Why is someone who looks perfectly fine acting like this?
“What’s your intention? Did you really think this would succeed?”
“…You…! How dare you…!”
“No, it’s not about daring to…”
My head aches. Why does anger flare up whenever I see such incompetent fools? The moment I turned around, a blade was already flying at me.
I tilted my head to evade. Watching the sword pass by me, I flicked my finger. My fingernail made contact with the blade’s surface.
Boom—!!!
The sword trembled violently.
“Gasp!”
The sword’s wielder’s body shakes. Staggering, they fly backward. Watching this, I turned my head. I wondered if the other martial artists would attack again, but they didn’t. They simply stood there watching.
What are these fools doing?
“Aren’t you coming anymore?”
“…Ugh.”
“Ungh…”
The martial artists exchange bewildered glances with one another.
“…This isn’t what we discussed…”
“Young Master Jegal. You never said the difference would be this great…!”
“…Damn it…Wol-hyeop is only this strong…”
“What are you talking about?”
What should I do with these fools?
I held back a sigh and moved forward. Cutting through the wind, I arrived at the center of them. The moment their eyes widened.
Crack!
I swung my hand and struck all their jaws. They staggered and collapsed right there.
I left a few standing. The distance was slightly off, and these were men who wouldn’t fall from just a jaw strike.
Whoosh—! As if to prove it, a martial artist wielding a spear charged in. He appeared to be at the peak level.
Perhaps because his skill was high, he remained considerably composed compared to the others. The meaning of his actions was clear. He was a martial artist who had faced someone stronger than himself before.
Whoosh—! Crash!!
Qi force. He wielded the spear wrapped in qi force, pulverizing the ground completely. A dazzling spear technique like waves crashed toward me.
That wasn’t all. Another martial artist began a coordinated attack. With Jintaeryeong joining in, there were three of them.
‘Hmm.’
What should I do? I pondered briefly as the attacks came flying. Truth be told, there wasn’t much to think about.
I opened Wol-an. Within it, Turo wrapped around. All manner of lines converged to pierce and penetrate me, but.
Even within that, gaps existed.
I stood there and moved my hand slightly.
Twang—!!
“Gasp!?”
First, the spear. I break qi force with qi force. I created fist force in my hand and struck the spear. His qi force shattered instantly.
The martial artist’s body collapsed from the impact.
And the sword flying toward my neck. Seeing it, I extended my foot. Crack—! When I struck his wrist, the sword he held fell. The sword that dropped to the ground, I flicked with my foot to send it flying.
I caught it mid-air and swung it toward Jintaeryeong.
Whoosh—!!
“…!!!”
The sword touched his neck. Jintaeryeong’s movements froze completely.
I subdued all three in an instant.
“That’s it?”
“…This….”
Jintaeryeong’s pupils trembled. I let out a small laugh at his expression of disbelief.
“What’s funnier is that you thought it was possible. What kind of mind do you have to think such a thing?”
“…How… is this even possible?”
It was Jintaeryeong himself who wore the expression of incomprehension.
“We’re both disciples of the same level…! How can there be such a difference!?”
“…Same level disciples, you say. That’s a strange way to put it.”
I tossed the sword to him. He stared at the sword that fell at his feet with trembling eyes.
“How could we be the same? You and I, the same? Don’t be absurd.”
I walked toward him. At that moment, my movements changed slightly.
There was one thing to use. Yoo Cheon-gil’s footwork. I borrowed it once more. Containing much within small steps.
Whoooooosh—!!!
I wrapped qi force around it. At that moment.
“Gasp…!?”
Jintaeryeong drools, his eyes trembling as his body stiffens rigidly.
The fighting spirit released immediately clashed with his momentum, revealing its power. The overwhelming presence pouring forth. Feeling this, I gained a single realization.
‘Ah.’
Now I understand why I felt such alienation in his movements. The motions appear trivial, yet they contain far too much within them.
‘Was everything calculated from the moment he began moving?’
Perhaps. Even when appearing to do nothing, he imbues intention into everything. That is Yoo Cheon-gil’s power. As my realm advances and I become capable of such things, I see so much more.
‘They say you see as much as you know.’
That saying rings perfectly true. Now I understand.
‘That old man.’
The more I observe him, the more he appears a monster. Amusingly, it seems I already knew this, yet I did not.
‘…How much more is there to learn.’
He said there was a mountain of things to teach, yet nothing emerges. With such thoughts, I approach Jintaeryeong.
“Ughhhh…. Kgh….”
Jintaeryeong, crushed beneath the pressure, does nothing but drool continuously.
“Hey.”
“Gack….Hagh….”
His eyes waver. He trembles upon seeing me.
“You think you and I are the same?”
How could that possibly be.
“And you still dare speak such words after witnessing this?”
“A mon…a monster…. A monstrous bastard….”
“A monster? In a world where true monsters run rampant, you’ll get cursed for saying such things.”
Laughter escapes me. Who are you calling a monster.
“Why do you keep provoking me? What’s your reason.”
“…You….”
Resentment coils within Jintaeryeong’s eyes.
“Because you exist…Moryong Sojeo does not come to me…. If the engagement were broken, you should have quietly disappeared…!! Yet you strut about before my eyes…!”
“….”
At those words, my eyes narrowed. His statement provokes many thoughts.
“You’re not wrong.”
It’s not entirely false. Exactly half of it.
“But even without me, you would never have been worthy of an engagement with her.”
“…What?”
“Her standards are incredibly high.”
Don’t underestimate Muyong Youngsoon’s standards. That woman possesses extraordinarily exacting taste.
“You weren’t even close to meeting them. Yet this fool forgot that for a moment. Pathetically so.”
“What are you saying…!”
“If the engagement were broken, you should have quietly disappeared? That’s true as well.”
That’s what should have happened. I even tried to make it so. But things didn’t go as planned.
“What can I do. Still, you’re not entirely without merit.”
I extended my hand. As I reached out, Jintaeryeong flinched. My palm brushed past his neck and tapped his shoulder lightly.
“I have you to thank for this. I needed to acknowledge it eventually, one way or another. Your foolish actions made me realize it.”
“…What…?”
“So I’ll leave it at this.”
I rose to my feet. The oppressive aura I had been radiating dissipated. As the pressure vanished, the trembling that had seized everything around us subsided.
Even the unconscious bodies continued to quiver in response to my lingering presence.
“Gasp…. Wheeze…. Huff.”
With the pressure released, Jintaeryeong finally managed to steady his breathing. I nodded at the sight.
“Leave for the Jegal Clan. Don’t think of seeing me again. Even if we happen to cross paths, I won’t do anything particular—but if you do something that irritates me, there won’t be a second time.”
“…You….”
“Jintaeryeong.”
“…!”
I spoke with killing intent woven into my voice. I poured my soul into those words. The pressure of a soul layered upon itself. As I infused my voice with that weight, the atmosphere shifted violently.
“There is no second chance. Do you understand?”
“….”
“If you understand, nod.”
Uuuuung. As I spoke with my soul resonating through the sound, Jintaeryeong finally nodded. His movements were stiff and jerky, like a broken puppet.
Seeing that, I swept my hair back.
I stared at Jintaeryeong for a moment longer, then turned away.
There seemed to be nothing more to say.
I left him and the fallen bodies behind and departed.
Was I anxious about what he might do if left alone? No. Looking at him, he didn’t seem like the type to attempt anything reckless.
Whatever he might try.
‘I already said it.’
There would be no second chance. I would honor that promise.

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I arrived at the Muyong Clan and was greeted by Baekwang.
“What brings you here?”
I had left yesterday, yet here I stood again. Baekwang’s expression grew peculiar.
“I have something to discuss with you, Lord of the Clan.”
“What is it?”
“I must return to the Martial Arts Alliance, but I have one request to make of you.”
“…Hmm?”
At the word “request,” Baekwang tilted his head. His face showed he hadn’t anticipated such a thing from me.
And rightfully so. Even I hadn’t imagined I’d have anything to ask of him.
“It’s nothing major.”
“Go on.”
“I was hoping you might postpone Moryong Sojeo’s betrothal, if possible.”
“…What?”
Baekwang’s eyes widened.
“I have little time and my schedule will be quite busy ahead. This matter will take considerable time to resolve. Could you delay it until this is settled?”
“….”
Baekwang stared at me intently. After a moment of silence, he spoke.
“Do you understand the meaning of what you’re saying?”
“Yes. I speak with full understanding. If you refuse, there’s nothing I can do about it… but this is merely a selfish request on my part.”
“…Ha.”
Baekwang laughed. His laughter carried an unsettling edge.
“What do you intend to tell my daughter?”
“I won’t tell her. I’d prefer you didn’t either.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“If she decides to hold a different wedding ceremony, I won’t stop her either. I’m simply asking that you postpone what the Muyong Clan wishes to do from a political standpoint.”
“….”
After hearing my words, Baekwang fixed me with a piercing gaze. His eyes were sharp. Even as I spoke, I felt a bitter weight in my chest.
Then.
“How long?”
“Pardon?”
“How long do you think it will take?”
“….”
I did a quick calculation. How long? I’d never thought about it. So I answered hastily.
“Three years should be suffi—”
“Agreed.”
“Huh?”
“Three years it is. After that, there’s nothing more to discuss.”
“….”
He agreed far too quickly. I regretted my words.
I should have just said five years.
“…I understand.”
Baekwang added to my words.
“There won’t be a second chance.”
“….”
I paused upon hearing those words. They were the very same words I had just spoken to Jintaeryeong.
“…Yes. I don’t need a second chance either.”
It was both resolve and sincerity.
I won’t need two chances. I’ll finish everything within three years.
To make that happen, I’ve created what must be done.

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