The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 511

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 511
The Young Master seeks me out. Hearing those words, I nodded slowly.
An absurd claim. He tracked me to my residence only to say that?
“How amusing.”
At my words, one of the Eight Demon Fists—I couldn’t discern which—looked toward someone of obvious importance.
Not Mee Yeon-hwa. Certainly not Gwima.
Especially.
‘A specialist in infiltration?’
The fact that he entered Daeju’s guarded residence without hesitation meant he was specialized in concealment and infiltration.
And simultaneously.
‘Is this a warning?’
His brazen appearance felt like a warning—that he could kill me whenever he wished.
‘This isn’t funny.’
I studied Marin quietly. How should I handle this? I paused to consider.
As my deliberation ended.
Shing—
My blade slid free from its sheath.
[….]
Marin moved in response to my action. I felt his wariness. He watched, waiting to see what I would do.
“How little regard do you have for people?”
The words that escaped my lips were sharp.
“Do I look like someone who comes just because you tell me to? There are limits to rudeness….”
[….]
“How contemptibly must you view me to act this way?”
[Wol-hyeop.]
My aggressive stance caught Marin off guard. I sensed a flicker of surprise in his reaction.
That was what I aimed for. I’m no longer the type to passively endure such treatment.
[…I merely came to deliver a message.]
“If you wanted to deliver a message, you should have chosen a different approach. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Shhhhh—
I extended my sword aura cleanly alongside the blade, speaking to him through the razor-sharp gaps between strikes.
“Tell your Young Master this: if he’s coming, come himself. Don’t send someone to summon me.”
[….]
“If you won’t do that, then let’s cross blades right here and now.”
Swiftly, I pointed my blade at him.
“What will it be?”
Marin regarded me silently. Though his mask hid his expression, his movements soon became apparent.
[…I shall convey your words.]
Marin vanished like mist. He had retreated.
“Tch.”
With a metallic ring, I sheathed my sword back at my waist.
‘What a shame.’
Absurdly, such a thought flashed through my mind. Was I actually disappointed? Did I want to fight that Marin? It seemed I did, whether I admitted it or not.
No, there’s no point denying it. I clearly wanted to.
Having devoted myself entirely to sword cultivation, it appears even such mad thoughts have begun to surface.
“I’ve lost my mind.”
There’s no doubt my sanity has abandoned me. With that thought, I settled onto the wooden floor.
‘Probably.’
Before long, a visitor would arrive. I should simply rest here. As I was thinking this—
Whoooosh.
‘He’s here?’
He appeared like a ghost. Different from before. A faint killing intent swirled around my quarters. I needed to move.
I slowly rose to my feet and headed toward the entrance. As expected, those guarding my surroundings were tense, their eyes fixed on someone.
“…What brings you here?”
At the Martial Artist’s words, the Young Man before him—the Young Master—smiled and spoke.
“I’ve come to see a friend.”
“What do you mean——!”
“I came with proper permission, so I’d appreciate it if you’d step aside.”
The Young Master spoke while looking at my sword. As he drew closer, the Martial Artists’ tension escalated. The Young Master, however, continued forward as if unconcerned.
Just before the Martial Artist could unleash his energy—
“That’s correct.”
I stepped forward.
“…Wol-hyeop?”
“I did summon him, so please calm yourselves.”
“You summoned a figure from the Demonic Sect directly…?”
“Yes. It seemed he had business with me. Ah, but ‘friend’ isn’t quite right.”
“How disappointing.”
The Young Master spoke as if truly let down. That’s ridiculous too. This man who feels nothing is spouting nonsense.
“Come in.”
I turned my back and spoke. The Martial Artists still radiated hostility, but the Young Master paid them no mind and entered my quarters.
The Marins behind him tried to follow as well.
“Stay here.”
[…Heavens above.]
“That’s an order.”
The Young Master’s cold gaze accompanied his words, and two of the Eight Demon Fists immediately stiffened.
Mee Yeon-hwa was still not among them.
Thus, the Young Master and I found ourselves alone inside, conversing.
“Do you have tea?”
He made his request the moment he sat. Is this man insane?
“Just drink water.”
“Your hospitality leaves much to be desired.”
“I wanted to offer you something. There’s truly nothing here.”
Cheon Rijin-an had given me tea as a gift, but I had no intention of serving it to this man. A simple glass of water would suffice.
Even if the water might be poisoned, the Young Master gulped it down without hesitation.
“Refreshing.”
“It’s been a hot day.”
“So, you rejected my invitation?”
Straight to business. An invitation? I couldn’t help but smirk at such a trivial choice of words.
“Can you even call that an invitation? I was never taught to refer to something like that as an invitation.”
“I put considerable effort into it. I never expected to be rejected so bluntly.”
“Bullshit.”
The Young Master regarded me with an odd expression at my curse.
“It hasn’t even been a few months since we last met. Something has changed about you.”
“I’m still growing into myself.”
“Your jokes have become sharper… and your nerve seems to have grown as well. You’re not even trembling standing before me like this.”
“One should speak plainly.”
He was listing absurd observations as if they were facts.
“I’ve never trembled before you. I simply kept my distance because you’re repulsive.”
“Ahahaha.”
The Young Master laughed. A fleeting emotion flickered in his eyes as he smiled—and it didn’t seem like a pleasant one.
“…You truly have changed. What happened?”
“Much has occurred.”
Things I never wished to experience.
I realized I had become entangled with matters I wanted no part of. That was likely the problem.
‘I’ve become somewhat more urgent.’
That’s why I’m gradually reverting to my old temperament.
“You didn’t come here just to chat. What’s your real purpose? If you went so far as to try intimidating me, there must be a reason.”
“Intimidate? When did I ever do such a thing?”
“Stop playing dumb.”
Did you forget about sending Marin earlier?
“If you hide a blade inside an invitation and send it, what else would that be but an attempt to frighten me?”
He called it an invitation himself, yet a sword had been concealed within it.
Did I not understand his intent? He clearly knew I would recognize what he was doing.
“I let it slide once. I was ready to destroy that blade you sent if things had gone differently.”
“Ha.”
The Young Master let out a hollow laugh at my words.
“Destroy a blade? You? That’s not possible.”
A faint crimson glow swirled within the darkness of his pupils.
“It’s only because that friend of mine let you pass that you’re still standing here. Do you truly believe you could defeat him?”
“Want me to show you?”
I laughed. The man’s eyes reddened, so I let my own eyes shine with Wol-an’s light in return.
“Don’t be arrogant. Even now, I could snap your neck.”
“….”
“If you want to see it, draw your blade.”
I’m more than willing to oblige.
With that intent behind my words, the smile vanished from the Young Master’s face.
A chilling murderous aura flowed from where he sat. The Heavenly Killing Force.
Killing intent blazed in his crimson eyes, and that energy coalesced in the empty space, pressing down heavily.
Certainly unpleasant. Far murkier and inferior to the aura the Celestial Demon had emanated.
I’ve provoked him this much—how will he respond? Will he actually draw his blade?
For that to happen.
‘He doesn’t have a blade, though.’
The Young Master hadn’t brought a sword. So there was nothing to draw, or so it seemed, but one could never be certain.
With a man like him, it felt possible.
That’s why I kept pushing. I wanted to see how far he could endure.
I wanted to know where his limits lay.
So I even subtly asked the Celestial Demon about it.
‘Who do you think would win?’
If I fought this Young Master now, who would emerge victorious?
It’s unclear. I know the Young Master is strong.
From watching his martial exchange with Yoo Yeon. Since he possesses something called ‘eyes,’ he must be hiding something else as well.
How would it go? The Celestial Demon answered.
[Hard to say.]
An ambiguous response.
[For now, you’d have the advantage, but on a battlefield, he would win.]
The outcome would differ depending on the situation.
‘…On a battlefield.’
He’d win there? But I’d win now?
‘Then.’
That’s enough. If I can win now, that’s all that matters. Pride doesn’t put food on the table.
What good is that? The right answer was to make the situation favorable by any means necessary.
“Not interested?”
“Sigh.”
The Young Master exhales at my words. The aura that had been flowing out dissipated entirely.
“I’d like to oblige, but unfortunately, that’s not what I came here for today.”
He speaks with a smile. The hostility had vanished. At that sight, I lowered the hand I’d been reaching for my blade with.
‘He’s quite patient.’
Before, he seemed like he’d just charge in. But now is different from then.
‘Something.’
Just as I had changed, this man too seemed to have undergone some transformation. Though I couldn’t quite discern what it was.
I could endure a fight.
Was it because of the Martial Arts Alliance? Because there were too many enemies in this place? Perhaps it wasn’t simply for those reasons.
“Why did you search for me?”
The main point must be that important. So what is this main point?
At my question, the Young Master looked at me.
“Bangseong-yeon.”
He called my name. Instead of answering, I nodded slightly.
“I have a proposal for you.”
“A proposal?”
Whoosh.
With his words, energy brushed through the space. Since I didn’t sense any particular hostility, I left it alone.
A barrier descended.
Remarkable. It seemed he had blocked the sound from escaping.
“You’re thinking of heading to Sinkang, aren’t you?”
Not staying at the meeting hall, but going to Sinkang. He was right.
“And?”
I wasn’t surprised. It was something anyone could deduce. But there must be another reason for him to mention this.
“If you do go, I hope you’ll grant me one request.”
“Interesting. Why should I do that?”
Grant a request from the Young Master? Why would I? Just as I was about to refuse such an absurd proposal.
“If you agree to hear me out, I’ll give you the secret manual left behind by the Sword Saint.”
“…What?”
I narrowed my eyes at the Young Master’s words.
What kind of nonsense was this?
“A secret manual? What secret manual?”
“The secret manual left by the Sword Saint. Wouldn’t a Jeonin find such a story intriguing?”
“You’re spouting madness. Why would you have that….”
One should lie with some measure of restraint. I was about to protest, not believing him, when.
[Ah, is that what he’s talking about?]
‘Huh?’
The Celestial Demon spoke.
What was this reaction? Could it be.
‘It really exists?’
The secret manual actually exists? My eyes widened at this impossible claim. The Celestial Demon continued.
[It does exist. I had forgotten about it…. Did he discover it?]
“….”
I closed my mouth, which had been about to refuse.
“Explain first.”
Now I had a reason to listen.

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