The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 500

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 500
Divine possession.
Or divine descent.
Several terms existed for this illness, which medicine could not properly explain.
My grandmother called it the selfishness of the Deities.
Baek Manager, on the other hand, called it utter nonsense.
Nonsense that the Deities inflict upon those with desirable vessels, seeking to inhabit them.
I do not deny it. Rather, I affirm it. That nonsense is exactly what it is.
If that were not nonsense, then what possibly could be?
‘Deities are inherently arrogant beings who know nothing but themselves.’
Humans, knowing nothing, beseech them for prayer or hope for miracles.
Yet the Deities, absurdly, grant no such thing.
Instead, they covet inferior souls and vessels, and should they find even the slightest opportunity to seduce, they seize and imprison them within themselves.
I despise the Deities.
No Deity beneficial to humanity exists.
Only harmless Deities exist. Beyond that, all other Deities differ little from Demons to humans.
Such is their nature. Selfish beings inflict harm upon others.
Among the Deities, none possess altruism.
Therefore, all else proves harmful to humanity.
Thus.
‘I know well how wretched divine descent truly is.’
When a Deity covets a human’s vessel, it means that human’s soul possesses considerable worth.
And the greater that worth, the more severe the suffering of divine descent becomes.
Observing this.
‘That young woman.’
Approximately fifteen years of age. Small in frame and visibly frail.
Yet a Deity covets her soul—
‘Her path ahead is clear.’
The future was visible without need to see it.
“Cough. Cough…!”
“Are you well?”
“I… am… fine… I’m fine…”
She does not appear fine. Her complexion is ashen. Seeing this, Peng Dojun furrowed his brow.
“Ugh… Is it another seizure?”
A seizure, he says… though it is not truly a seizure.
‘It seems the Deity is merely toying with her.’
Shameless beings. They clamor for her to surrender her vessel to them at once.
I could see it with my own eyes. Those translucent forms hovering above that woman.
[A rabble of minor spirits.]
The Celestial Demon’s assessment. They are called Deities of sorts, yet—yes, that evaluation was accurate. Minor spirits. Perhaps even the most fitting term.
‘That’s right. Petty ghosts.’
Newly ascended deities, mere rabble. They were impatient fools who needed to consume souls to elevate their rank.
‘But that’s not all.’
[There’s one solid presence among them.]
The Celestial Demon seemed to sense it too. These petty ghosts were meaningless. Especially knowing that this young girl’s vessel was far from small, their presence hardly mattered.
‘An affliction of this severity shouldn’t exist.’
The intensity of the illness couldn’t possibly be this severe.
This meant something more was at work.
And moreover.
‘A deity of considerable rank.’
It was coveting that child’s soul. Where? I narrowed my eyes. Something caught my attention amid the haze. There it was.
‘So that’s it.’
An unusually powerful presence. Its rank exceeded my expectations. That’s what surprised me. A being of such rank—what was it doing here? It seemed ambiguous, but I’d estimate it at least a general-class deity.
“Ugh….”
“…Oh no…!”
Watching the child drool increasingly, Peng Dojun grows flustered. The deity has moved. It seems.
‘Did it sense me?’
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t me directly, but rather the aftermath of my aura. The deity seemed to have reacted to the flow of spiritual energy around us.
‘How utterly crude.’
It senses that much and throws a fit like this? The crudeness was beyond measure. Far too lacking to be called a dignified deity.
‘Tsk.’
I drew closer.
“Huk…. Hah…. Huk.”
“Who are you?”
I asked while looking at the young girl, and Peng Dojun answered, looking at me.
“…My younger sister.”
So she’s his younger sister. That much was obvious from appearance.
Well, perhaps not obvious? They didn’t resemble each other at all. They looked entirely different. I could only infer it from Peng Dojun’s reaction.
“…She’s not a blood relative of the main clan, then?”
“What? How did you know?”
“….”
Have some conscience, man. They really do look completely different. I suppressed the sigh that was about to escape at Peng Dojun’s shocked expression.
That wasn’t the important matter right now.
‘Since that’s settled—’
I needed to figure out what to do about this young woman. Of course, leaving her as is wouldn’t kill her.
‘Not yet.’
She’ll survive for now. What happens later, I can’t say. And it seemed my presence bore some responsibility for her condition. I couldn’t simply leave it alone.
So then.
‘Just a little.’
I would need to take action.
Whoosh—! I drew upon the concentrated spiritual essence of my soul, but only slightly. I pulled it with such subtlety that the ghosts wouldn’t notice.
‘Like a provocation.’
Behind the mountain, at a distance away, I flicked my finger lightly. No sound emerged.
Yet the spiritual essence I sent forth settled perfectly at the location I desired.
That was when it happened.
Boom—!
The spiritual essence that flew far burst in empty space. The scattered ghosts reacted to the shockwave.
Whoosh—!
The chaotic souls aligned as if drawn toward a single point. The range wouldn’t be wide. Those deities would be too busy targeting the young girl.
But they would still be cautious.
They would think something new had appeared and prepare accordingly. In any case, with the lesser deities gone, the young girl’s expression eased.
It had worked.
“Gasp… gasp… gasp…”
“Are you feeling better?”
As her face improved, Peng Dojun asked with relief in his voice.
“Yes… yes… somehow I feel better now…”
Peng Dojun then helped the young girl to her feet. As she looked at the corpses scattered around them, her eyes wavered.
“Ah…”
Witnessing her reaction, my soul trembled. The moment I saw the corpses. What was that reaction? I observed with curiosity.
This time, her gaze turned toward me.
“…Ah… I apologize for the rudeness.”
She bowed with proper courtesy, her body clearly exhausted.
“…Though I bear the surname of the Peng Clan through the Bangseong family, I am Peng Doyen…”
‘The Bangseong family.’
Since she said she wasn’t a blood relative of the main branch, I had assumed Bangseong. But the Peng surname? It wasn’t particularly strange, but…
“I meet my older brother’s dear friend…”
“Ah, I am Bangseong-yeon of the Bangseong family.”
“Ah…!”
At my introduction, Peng Doyen’s eyes widened.
“Then… could you be the one called Wol-hyeop…!”
“Yes. That’s roughly what I’m called.”
“…Ah…!”
She knew of me.
“I have heard much from my older brother about you.”
“…From Young Master Peng?”
What did he say about me? That man probably didn’t speak of me in normal terms.
“…That you are his most trusted friend, the one most similar to him…?”
“…”
That bastard didn’t speak well of me.
Being compared to him was rather excessive. I stared in disbelief, but what was amusing was Peng Doyen’s reaction.
I watched my face and my older brother’s face in turn, and the expression that crossed his features was unmistakable.
—The closest resemblance among friends?
He seemed bewildered by how such a thing could even occur. Thank goodness—at least he’s normal.
“Yeon-a, why do you make such a face? Does my friend’s visage displease you?”
“…Pardon?”
“Certainly he bears some resemblance to a parasitic older brother, I’ll grant you that. But his is hardly a face that would be scorned anywhere, so do not regard him with such rudeness.”
“…Ah…. Yes…. My apologies.”
“….”
Needless to say, I offered no reaction to those words.
There was no need to speak. I simply had no desire to become entangled in such madness.
“…That’s enough.”
This matter is settled.
“What are you doing here?”
What business did Peng Dojun have in this place? That was what truly concerned me. At my question, Peng Dojun replied.
“Ah, I happened to receive word from the Alliance and was on my way to Hanan.”
“From the Alliance? But Hanan? You were heading there from here?”
The route seemed rather circuitous—why take such a roundabout path? I asked with evident confusion.
“There was a place I needed to visit.”
Peng Dojun spoke matter-of-factly.
A place to visit. From his demeanor, it was clear he preferred I ask no further. Very well, it mattered little to me.
But—
“What was this message from the Alliance?”
“Hmm? Surely you received it as well?”
“What?”
“Isn’t that why you’re going—for the Convergence Hall?”
“…Convergence Hall?”
What an odd name that was.
“You know, that gathering to facilitate a meeting between the Demonic Sect and the Orthodox Sects. They told the Disciples to come. You didn’t receive word?”
“….”
My expression twisted. Such a thing existed?
I thought I’d heard something about it. Had the name been settled as Convergence Hall? And they were already calling it that?
“So you came now to attend that?”
“Of course. Why would I miss something so entertaining?”
“….”
He wore a confident expression. Yes, this madman had always been this way.
“Naturally, I assumed you would attend as well and was looking forward to it. Surely you’re not saying you won’t actually participate?”
“I’d need an invitation to go.”
“Nonsense! If I don’t summon you, then who in the world would I summon!”
“…They must have invited someone else instead.”
Someone other than me. That much was certain.
“…Really? You really don’t exist?”
Peng Dojun’s expression was one of shock. It was the reaction of someone witnessing something that should be absolutely impossible. Seeing that, I let out an awkward laugh.
“…Let’s not dwell on that. Shall we move? I don’t think we should stay here any longer.”
There were far too many corpses, and the carriages were completely destroyed, making it awkward for the two of us to remain. At my words, Peng Dojun checks on his sister.
“…Ah, you’re right.”
It was fascinating. That wild boar of a man becomes somewhat gentler when his sister is present.
Their bond appears quite strong.
After observing that much, I nodded and moved forward.
“Follow me.”
I led the two of them to where we had been camping.

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Upon arriving at the campsite, the others were already preparing their shifts.
Then, Eunwol Sword, who spotted us first, reacted.
“Huh? What is it?”
“Eh?”
At the sight of Eunwol Sword, Peng Dojun’s eyes widen.
“…You?”
“Oh. Who’s this?”
The two react warmly. Or rather, precisely one of them did.
“Aren’t you the troublemaker from our Peng Clan-!”
“You bastard…!!!”
Shing—!!
“Huh?”
Peng Dojun suddenly drew his blade and charged forward. He brought his sword crashing down directly at Eunwol Sword.
Boom—!!!
“What?”
I could only stand there dumbfounded at the sudden fight. Why are they suddenly attacking each other? I watched in bewilderment.
“Over there….”
“Hm?”
Peng Doyen suddenly grabs my sleeve. What is it? Is she asking me to stop them? Ah, that’s rather troublesome and difficult for me.
Just as I was about to express my refusal.
“That person…. Who exactly…. Who are they?”
“That person?”
I turned my head. Peng Doyen was pointing at someone. Seeing that.
“Ugh…. This is damn heavy, seriously…!”
There was Gungwi, moving laundry with an irritated expression.
Looking at her, I turned to Peng Doyen with surprised eyes.
‘Oh my.’
This young woman.
‘Their caliber seems higher than I anticipated.’
They appeared to be far more talented than I had expected.
Considerably so.

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