The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 512

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 512
First, let me hear the story.
It was a decision I made the moment I heard what the Celestial Demon had to say. What could this possibly mean?
‘The secret manual actually exists?’
The Sword Saint’s secret manual. Something that Yoo Cheon-gil had left behind—it actually existed.
If even the Celestial Demon knew about it, then it had to be real.
‘Then why does it exist?’
This was absurd. Why would it be in the Demonic Sect’s possession? And in the Young Master’s hands, no less?
“Seems like your interest has been piqued, hasn’t it?”
“It’s hard not to be interested in something like this. What kind of secret manual is it? Does it really exist?”
“I wouldn’t have mentioned it if it were false.”
“That’s something I can’t know for certain. Do you have proof?”
I needed to verify this just in case. The Young Master chuckles at my words.
“Still thorough, I see.”
“We’re not exactly in a relationship built on trust, are we?”
“True enough. That attitude suits us well.”
The Young Master nods with a smile. There’s no trust between us. The fact that we’re sitting here like this is almost laughable.
“Evidence… I can show you. I brought something with me.”
“You brought something?”
“Just one page. A piece of evidence that anyone would recognize as a secret manual. That should convince you.”
The Young Master slides something across to me. It was literally a single page from a book.
I take it and read it.
[I never thought I’d be writing something like this, but since there’s no one else to pass it on to, I’ll give it a try.]
“…”
I didn’t need to read any further. Anyone could tell it was that old man’s way of speaking. Insane. What kind of thing did he write?
‘Is this really a secret manual?’
[Haha.]
The Celestial Demon laughs.
[That’s the one. That’s it.]
This one also confirmed it as the real thing. How could something like this exist?
‘If it’s really a secret manual…’
Then why would it be hidden in the Demonic Sect? Unable to comprehend, I spoke up.
[It was a wager.]
Now that was a ridiculous story to hear. A wager?
The Sword Saint and the Celestial Demon made a wager?
‘This is driving me mad.’
I couldn’t believe such a situation could exist.
‘Is that really a secret manual?’
[It is. It should be a record of the final technique he conceived before the end.]
‘Damn, it really is a secret manual.’
The final seasonal technique is being used like this.
It was absurd, but I held back for now. Regardless, it meant the secret technique was legitimate.
“So. What is it you’re asking of me?”
“Will you listen?”
“You said you’d see.”
“Oh. Even after hearing that there’s a secret technique, those words come out?”
“Sorry about that.”
I answered with a smile.
“That secret technique isn’t really urgent for me.”
It’s far from urgent, and I can clearly see it’s something I likely won’t be able to use anyway.
If I could use something like that, Yoo Cheon-gil would have taught me long ago.
“So speak. If it comes down to it, I’ll listen. I’m in the position of a disciple myself, after all.”
“Good…. Alright.”
Yeon Socheon, whose crimson eyes flashed brilliantly, speaks to me.
“It’s nothing else, but there’s a person I need you to meet in the Divine Stronghold.”
“Meet? Me, going to the Demonic Sect?”
“No, not the Demonic Sect. The Divine Stronghold.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Do you think the entire Divine Stronghold is the Demonic Sect?”
Huh, it’s not? I thought it was.
[The Demonic Sect is merely one region. The Divine Stronghold is an entire territory. It’s not as though everything in that vast land is the Demonic Sect.]
Who knows. How would I know about the Demonic Sect? It’s a place with virtually no information.
But in such a Divine Stronghold.
“What do you mean by a person I need to meet?”
By any measure, it’s a strange thing to say. It could be a trap, but I’m supposed to agree to this?
“The choice is yours.”
“What kind of remarkable figure could they be?”
“It won’t be entirely a loss for you either. Because.”
The Young Master pauses briefly before speaking to me.
“They’re from the Cheongwol Sect.”
“…What?”
The Cheongwol Sect? Someone from the Cheongwol Sect is in the Divine Stronghold? Now that’s an interesting story.
“Who?”
“Your master’s master.”
“…What?”
The Sword Saint’s master? Yoo Cheon-gil had such a person? But.
“They’re alive?”
Could such a person actually be alive? It doesn’t make sense to me.
“It’s not strange. The Heavenly Supreme is alive, after all.”
….
I narrowed my eyes. This bastard.
“You’re telling quite an interesting story?”
I didn’t expect him to mention the Heavenly Supreme. At this unexpected name, I found myself staring blankly. The Young Master laughs at my reaction.
“I’m telling you this to show that I know things too, so I hope you’ll be grateful.”
“Well, I suppose I should be grateful for this.”
I had let my guard down for a moment, but now my mind snaps back into focus. Right, this information broker has quite the network.
And the fact that he specifically mentioned the Heavenly Supreme.
“Is this a warning?”
“No, let me be clear. I’m not particularly interested in what you do. I have no intention of threatening you narrowly. That would be meaningless for the Celestial Demon.”
“Listening to you, one might think you’ve already become the Celestial Demon.”
“That’s an obvious statement.”
The Young Master speaks while looking at me. His crimson eyes gleamed brilliantly.
“Who else would become the Celestial Demon if not me?”
“Is that so? Then let me share some information too.”
Since he shared something useful, I figured I should offer something in return. Thinking this way, I spoke.
“There’s another person qualified besides you. You know that, don’t you?”
….
The Young Master’s expression changes at my words. For a moment, killing intent permeates the air.
“Interesting.”
“I agree.”
A chilling atmosphere settles damply. Within that reaction, I spoke to him.
“That was a somewhat intriguing story. Fine. I’ll listen. If I go to the Divine Stronghold, I’ll meet the person I need to meet. But what benefit does that bring you?”
“I didn’t say there was a benefit. It’s just that I’ve been asked to do this.”
“Asked?”
“If you happen to meet Geomseong’s Predecessor, they asked me to tell you to come find them.”
“That being?”
“Yes.”
…This is no simple matter.
Why would a figure from the Cheongwol Sect of the previous generation be in the Divine Stronghold, and why would they want to see me?
And moreover, Yoo Cheon-gil’s master?
‘Do you know anything about this?’
I ask the Celestial Demon.
[Well. Nothing comes to mind.]
The Celestial Demon says he knows nothing. If even he doesn’t know, how does the Young Master? This smells suspicious.
“How will you convey the secret message?”
“I’ve already sent word ahead. When you visit the sect, you’ll naturally find out.”
…Hmm.
I nod slightly.
The Young Master continues speaking to me.
“The choice is yours. Think it over until tomorrow and give me your answer.”
I rise to my feet. He seems indifferent whether I refuse or accept. Watching the Young Master stand, I speak.
“I’ll go.”
“Hm?”
“I’m going.”
“…So quickly?”
He appears flustered, seeing me choose immediately despite being given time to decide.
But it doesn’t matter. I had to go anyway.
And I’m curious about this figure from Cheongwol Sect’s distant past. What exactly did Yoo Cheon-gil leave behind?
His own meridian point? That means he left something other than Wol Cheon or Daewol.
“I’ll go. Any other conditions?”
“None. I’ll simply assign one of the Eight Demon Fists to assist with your mission.”
“Since we need to assign people to each other anyway, that works.”
I knew he’d say that—no need to worry about it. I nod.
“Fine then. Consider our agreement settled and go.”
The Young Master rises and departs. I watch his back intently, narrowing my eyes.
There’s another person I’ll meet in the Divine Stronghold. More tasks have emerged.
Though that much doesn’t concern me.
‘What matters is.’
That I’m heading to the Divine Stronghold. And there’s one crucial matter I need to settle regarding that.
‘It’s time to decide.’
Who goes with me.
The time has come to select them. I pull out a letter and take up my brush.
The total will be four or five people.
I need to find disciples to accompany me to the Demonic Sect, separate from the assembly hall. Thinking this through, I write down names.
I already had candidates in mind.

* * *
The next day, I sought out Cheon Rijin-an and handed him the list of names I had prepared.
“…You’re taking these people with you?”
“Yes. Don’t you think it would work?”
“There are a few I don’t quite understand.”
“If it won’t do, I’ll revise it.”
“No, they’re inside anyway. Have them brought out.”
Bringing them wasn’t difficult. At the Scholar’s summons, the people appeared immediately. Their faces were filled with confusion.
Watching them, Cheon Rijin-an got straight to the point.
“From now on, you will go to the Demonic Sect and participate in their assembly hall, not the main headquarters.”
The reactions varied. Among those filled with bewilderment, the first to respond was none other than.
“Can’t someone else do this?”
Paeng Dojin himself. He asked Cheon Rijin-an with a serious expression. Seeing that, I was taken aback.
“You’re not going?”
The person I thought would be most delighted was refusing to go. I assumed he’d be happiest about going to the Demonic Sect.
Why? As I pondered in confusion.
“I have a sister. I need to look after her.”
“…Ah.”
Paeng Dojun’s sister from the Peng Clan that he cared for. I recalled her. He couldn’t go because of her? I never knew Paeng Dojun cared for his sister that much.
“If someone else can go in my place, I’ll yield to them.”
Saying such things, Paeng Dojun lowered his head. I’d never seen him be so courteous.
It was bewildering. As I spoke quietly, I looked at another person.
“You’re going, right?”
The one I asked was none other than Dok-ryong. He answered with a gloomy expression.
“…If I say I won’t go, can I not go?”
“No, you have to go.”
…
In truth, asking was absurd. This one had to go. It was something that needed to happen. I disregarded his opinion.
The matter of Manceon Hwau was the same, but it was timely. Since I had to take most of the Eight Demon Fists with me.
The Peng Clan man refusing was bewildering, but what could I do.
‘I’ll have to find another person.’
Finding one wasn’t difficult. Cheonhye-in wouldn’t do and Geombong wouldn’t either, but there were several candidates available.
In the midst of this.
“I…”
One of those summoned together. A figure wearing the most confused expression carefully raised his hand.
All eyes turned toward him.
“…But why was I called?”
A dignified-looking young man in a soft blue martial robe. It had been years since I’d seen him. The last time was probably at the Dragon Phoenix Assembly.
A disciple of the Shaman and one of the Eight Demon Fists.
Woon-ryong asked with an expression as if the world had gone strange.
“Surely… you’re not saying I’m going to the Demonic Sect as well…?”
Yes, this man was going too. He was perhaps the most essential figure in the plan I had conceived.

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