The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 504

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 504
The conversation did not take long. There was far less to discuss than I had anticipated.
The delegation was already decided, and while I had told Cheon Rijin-an not to go if he didn’t wish to, the reality remained.
‘I have to go.’
There was no choice in the matter. If I didn’t go, there was no one else to take my place.
‘And the Celestial Demon’s words as well.’
There had been that instruction to head toward Shingang. It made sense to settle everything in one go.
The problem was—
‘Whether the Demonic Sect is truly safe.’
What would unfold within that place was the concern. Could I really go there?
It appeared perilously dangerous. The delegation itself was troublesome enough.
Who exactly was I supposed to bring along? From what I heard, I could only take disciples.
“Choosing them is a task in itself…”
The Righteous Faction would conduct a gathering. In that time, they would summon every genius they could find. This was a matter of the Righteous Faction’s prestige that had to be demonstrated to the Demonic Sect as well.
“Hmm.”
I scratched my head. How should I handle this? If they left the recruitment entirely to me…
“What am I supposed to do?”
No clear thoughts had emerged yet.
-Look at this!
-Here! Great Hero! Please look here before you go!
Loud voices reached my ears. I glanced around. I was currently out in Hyeon. I wondered why I had come out when my thoughts were already so complicated.
“Over there—! Let’s go there!”
An excited Gungwi was the reason I had come out. The moment she arrived in this southern region, she had been rushing about everywhere.
Normally, I would not have come out simply because it was bothersome.
‘Tsk.’
There was a reason.
“…I’ll take one of those as well.”
“Oh my, thank you! Great Hero!”
I bought a skewer and handed it to her. Gungwi ate happily. Watching her, I sighed and spoke.
“Keep your promise.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“You’re really going to tell me?”
The promise I had made with her was nothing special.
“Information about Shingang. You must provide it.”
Nothing else but information about Shingang. That was why I had come.

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Truth be told, I don’t need to obtain anything from Gungwi. After all, who resides within my Celestial Demon Divine Sword right now?
The previous Celestial Demon, once called the Deity of the Demonic Sect. The soul of the final Celestial Demon, who has yet to appear, dwells there.
Hani, there’s no particular need to ask Gungwi about Shin Gang’s information, but.
[The Lord knows nothing of the current Shin Gang.]
What he knows belongs to the past. Moreover, it’s Yeon Socheon who now controls the Demonic Sect. That crazy man. So it was safe to assume he had no information about Shin Gang.
Thus, since I had become a state where I needed to head toward Shin Gang, I first intended to gather information.
-Shall I tell you?
That’s when Gungwi stepped forward.
At those words, I furrowed my brow. Tell me what?
-What exactly do you know?
-I know. At least one piece of information worth your coveting.
-…What is it?
She claims to know information? As I asked subtly, Gungwi smiled and spoke.
-If something goes out, something must come in, mustn’t it?
Upon seeing that smile, I understood. This woman had been waiting for this moment.
She had been waiting for when I came to Hanan.
Only then could she obtain what she desired.
Realizing that, I asked seriously. Then.
-What do you want?
-Heh.
Gungwi laughed and spoke. She reacted as if she wanted something grand, but.
“I should eat this too. And that as well.”
“….”
The direction that emerged was quite different. She was simply busy eating this and that. Once she reaches Hyeon, she’ll eat her fill.
Such childish words spilled from her mouth.
‘…It’s certain.’
No matter how I look at it, this is absolute. This woman.
‘Her mental age descended along with her body.’
Proportional to her appearance. It was certain her mind had regressed as well. There’s no other way she could have become like this.
[…This is absurd.]
The Celestial Demon, who had particularly disliked Gungwi, reacted the same way. He seemed exasperated that Gungwi had become like this.
“Isn’t this enough?”
She ate every skewer available and even consumed street food. Despite her clearly thin frame, it was remarkable how much fit inside.
In the midst of this, we arrived at an inn.
Upon arrival, she ordered heaps of food. I was fortunate to have brought some money, or I would have wept.
While eating, Gungwi glanced at me.
“Do you need to eat more?”
“Mm…. Mmph.”
“…Finish eating first before speaking. There’s no rush.”
“Mm.”
I swallow what’s in my mouth. Gungwi wipes her lips afterward, and there’s something oddly refined about the gesture.
This is absurd. What meaning does it have now, after the fact?
“It’s decent.”
“…Decent? That’s nonsense. You ate like you were possessed by something.”
“Right, what was I asking about?”
She dismisses my words lightly. This woman has grown accustomed to ignoring what people say. I let out a hollow laugh before speaking.
“You said you’d tell me about Divine Strength.”
“Ah, that’s right.”
“And you said it was something worth my coveting?”
“That’s also right.”
After eating her fill, Gungwi looks at me and speaks.
“About Divine Strength. You wanted to know?”
“Yes.”
“Still, a promise is a promise, so I should tell you. Actually, I didn’t really want to mention it—though I have my reasons….”
“Your tongue’s getting lazy? If you’re making this up, I’m not buying you anything again.”
“…Do you know about the Eight Demon Fists?”
I speak as a warning, and Gungwi hastily brings up the topic. The Eight Demon Fists?
“I do.”
I’ve already met them.
‘One of them is attached to me.’
The Scholar of the Demonic Sect. The Gwima, who doesn’t seem to be doing Scholar work these days, is on my side.
Truth be told, I don’t trust that one particularly either, but if they’re on my side, then they’re on my side.
“So why the Eight Demon Fists?”
Why is the topic of the Eight Demon Fists coming up?
“Is the information you’re going to tell me about the Eight Demon Fists?”
“Yes.”
“Hm?”
Information about the Eight Demon Fists? That doesn’t sound particularly interesting. I’ve already learned a fair amount.
‘The Eight Demon Fists—’
Among the demons under the Celestial Demon, the strongest existences.
They have a history of clashing with the Celestial Demon in the past, and there were even those who survived or endured against them.
Among them was the Sword Demon, but since Yoo Cheon-gil eliminated him using my body, I’ll exclude him from consideration.
There was Gwima and many other Eight Demon Fists besides.
I knew that after death, eight new ones were selected.
But information about the Eight Demon Fists in this situation?
“Is it information worth my coveting?”
“It is. At least it’s something you won’t hear anywhere else.”
Gungwi speaks while picking up another piece of food.
“It’s about one of the Eight Demon Fists.”
“One of them.”
Who was she referring to? Since I didn’t know their identity, I was about to probe Marin for more information.
“One of the Eight Demon Fists is a daughter of the Righteous Faction.”
“…What?”
“Surprising, is it not?”
What was she saying? I froze at Gungwi’s words, delivered with a sly grin. A daughter of the Righteous Faction? A daughter? You mean a girl?
“Not at the level of disciples, but rather an older child. I never expected that person would end up like this.”
“…What are you saying right now? Are you telling me someone from the Righteous Faction is among the Eight Demon Fists?”
“Yes. It’s not particularly strange, is it? Especially when Patcheon-gung thugs exist.”
“…”
She was right. It wasn’t strange. Just… somewhat shocking.
‘Really?’
Someone who had risen to become one of the Eight Demon Fists was from the Righteous Faction?
“How do you know this? Do you investigate the Demonic Sect?”
“Not an investigation. I simply learned it in passing—but had no reason to bring it up. I have no attachment to the Martial Arts Alliance or the Righteous Faction itself.”
An existence outside the new martial world. One who despises the Cheongwol Sect and hates Yoo Cheon-gil.
Though she became a hero by participating in the war, the Gungwi I observed was certainly distant from that image.
‘Setting that aside.’
Right now, Gungwi wasn’t the problem. Was someone from the Righteous Faction truly one of the Eight Demon Fists?
“Who is it?”
“You’ve become curious.”
Gungwi laughed. It was an ominous laugh if ever there was one.
“Then let’s order a drink. I’ll tell you then.”
“…”
She was quite persistent. Did she really want to drink with that body? I stared with distaste, but Gungwi’s expression didn’t change.
I could feel her determination to drink no matter what. I sighed deeply and spoke.
“…Just one glass?”
“Ohhh!”
I called the waitress. I ordered an appropriate bottle of alcohol. When it arrived quickly, Gungwi poured it eagerly.
The liquid splashed into the glass. She drank it urgently.
“…Ahhh… This is good… Now this is real alcohol.”
“…”
Did she really love alcohol that much? I had little interest in Gungwi’s background, and I’d never learned such personal details about her, so I couldn’t know.
“You seem to enjoy drinking.”
“I do. I simply can’t drink when it’s unavailable.”
Splash. It went into her mouth without pause.
[Disgusting.]
The Celestial Demon muttered at her behavior.
[Her drunkenness is excessive. It would be better to stop her. That wretch tends to get worse once alcohol enters her system.]
“…”
The Celestial Demon’s chilling warning suddenly fills me with dread. If he’s warning me like that, just how severe is this person’s drunken behavior?
I can’t even imagine it. I didn’t particularly want to imagine it either. I absolutely despise people with serious drinking problems.
‘Someone comes to mind.’
Once before, Muyong Youngsoon had gotten drunk and caused a commotion.
After that incident, Muyong Youngsoon never drank again. It was practically the only time I was genuinely angry with her.
“…Please drink in moderation. Nothing more than one bottle.”
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of drinking more than one bottle.”
[Stop even one bottle.]
The Celestial Demon speaks with unusual urgency. What does he mean by that? Stop even one bottle?
Could this person actually have a weak tolerance for alcohol?
‘If she were a martial artist, I’d just tell her to burn away the addiction.’
Right now, Gungwi is nothing but an empty shell with no substance whatsoever. Such a frail creature I can barely call human.
I had no idea what she would look like if she got drunk.
As I subtly reach out my hand—
“This place isn’t bad. Let’s eat here.”
I sense movement from behind. Since the space had few people, the voice carries particularly loudly.
I turn around.
“Oh.”
Gungwi also reacts, having noticed someone.
“Remarkable. They say even a tiger appears when you speak of it.”
“Hmm?”
“There they come. The very person we were just discussing.”
“…”
A group appears. Four men and three women.
I don’t recognize any of them, and their ages vary widely.
Some appear to be in their twenties, others in their thirties.
There’s even one who looks to be in their forties.
‘Wait?’
Among them, I spot a familiar face. Why is this person here?
She notices me too, her eyes widening.
‘The Sword Empress.’
The Sword Empress.
A figure brought low by Ban Ro-hwan, one of the Celestial Demons.
She looks at me and then at Gungwi standing before me. Her expression mirrors my own confusion about why I’m here.
Regardless—
‘…If what Gungwi said is true…’
Is one of the Eight Demon Fists among this group?
Who? I narrow my eyes, scrutinizing the group.

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