The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 531

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 531
Who in the world is this man?
The fact that he descended from empty air just now is one thing.
‘Seomdo’s head.’
The Branch Leader’s head rolls lightly across the ground. That was the man I had been conversing with until moments ago.
Did this existence kill him? Well, that’s certainly possible.
‘What is his identity?’
I found this being’s appearance far more troubling than Seomdo’s death. Every nerve in my body tensed. A prickling sensation coursed through me.
The aura I had been releasing until just now—if that merely suppressed opponents through sheer volume, then this existence…
‘It’s concentrated.’
An imposing presence that flows naturally even in stillness. A distantly condensed killing intent and an atmosphere beyond approach.
‘What is this?’
What manner of person is he? All I could discern was that he belonged to Patcheon Gung.
I could tell that from the aura he possessed.
‘He’s strong.’
Damnably strong.
That concentrated pressure and the very atmosphere itself testified to it. My breathing wavered. Every sensation I felt upon seeing him screamed warnings.
That fighting him might mean death.
“Are you Wol-hyeop?”
The man asked.
“Yes, and you are?”
“Ha ha.”
The man laughed at my words. The sound of his laughter rippled through the air.
“For someone with such a reputation, your words are remarkably brief. Tell me—should I cut your tongue down to match?”
A sharp tingle.
Killing intent emanated from him. Every word he spoke carried something within it.
I sensed it and laughed.
“So, did you come to share pleasantries with me now? That’s quite an excessive gift for such an occasion.”
My gaze turned toward Seomdo’s head.
“I had things to discuss with that gentleman.”
“What a coincidence. I also had things to discuss with that worthless wretch, and I’ve just finished.”
“It doesn’t seem like you had a conversation.”
“It was a conversation.”
Thunk. Thunk.
A sickle spins in his hand. When? When did he draw that sickle? I never saw him produce the weapon.
No matter how I looked at it, the conclusion remained the same.
‘A dangerous man.’
A Patcheon Clan Disciple. Upon seeing that, I also fingered something in my robes. A short blade. As I touched it, I thought.
‘Do I know anything about him?’
I had sources of information about Patcheon Gung as well. They weren’t particularly useful, but I wondered if they might know of this one.
[Ah.]
Doyang spoke upon seeing the man.
[Wielding a scythe… So he’s the Reaper.]
‘The Reaper?’
An excessive title. A being worthy of having “deity” attached to his name?
[The Four Heavenly Kings of Patcheon Gung. The Reaper who wields the scythe. If my suspicion is correct, that’s him.]
“….”
The Four Heavenly Kings. A master on par with Honwondo? My eyes narrowed. I questioned the man to confirm.
“What brings the Reaper of Patcheon Gung all the way here?”
“….”
The man, who had shown no reaction to my words until now, finally moved.
“Ha.”
A short burst of laughter. The air trembled at that moment.
“How amusing. I never expected my name to come from that mouth.”
“What’s so remarkable about that?”
So it was true. He really was one of the Four Heavenly Kings. Why was such a man here?
“The Gungju did mention you. But I didn’t expect this level. Or perhaps… Cheongwol Sect is more exceptional than anticipated?”
“Does that matter? The real problem is that you showed up and caused a commotion?”
“Oho. It matters greatly. How could it not? Cunning and foolish creature. The more you speak, the more pressing business arises, does it not?”
His eyes widened. Something was caught in Wol-an’s gaze.
[Don’t move.]
The Celestial Demon’s warning followed. At those words, my body froze mid-motion.
Crack-! Something slashed past my side. Looking over, a stone pillar was being cleaved and collapsing.
Qi force.
Sharp qi force had grazed past me. What? Wol-an had aimed for where I’d been standing?
“Oho.”
The Reaper spoke.
“You evaded that. How did you evade it?”
Should I call it evasion? I had simply remained still. Yet I could sense it.
‘I wasn’t even careless.’
I had been pouring all five senses toward that man with utmost effort. Yet I still failed to perceive it.
This is troubling.
“I intended to cripple you first and then converse. But if this is how it goes, the situation changes—”
The Reaper spun his scythe in circles.
A metallic clanking sound rang out. It was the chain attached to the scythe.
“Young sprout of Cheongwol Sect. Since the Gungju regards you favorably, I won’t kill you. First, I shall ask.”
The Reaper’s killing intent responded. Then.
Whoooosh-!!!
Paeng Dojin. He wielded his blade wrapped in dark qi force.
“Was it you who took the jade stone?”
Just before the blade reached the Reaper’s neck.
Crack-!
“Ugh!”
With a small sound, Paeng Dojin was sent flying backward. Pristine white fingertips hung suspended in the air.
Boom-!!
Paeng Dojin’s body stiffened as it crashed into the wall. He wasn’t dead.
“An adult is speaking.”
The Reaper spoke softly. Chills ran down my spine again.
“You should stay still too. I don’t wish to commit needless slaughter. Especially not children like you.”
“….”
Yoo Yeon froze mid-draw. Murderous intent swirled around the Reaper. Woon-ryong and Dok-ryong. Even Yoo Yeon had taken a stance.
“Or perhaps—will your mouth only open after I kill all these children?”
The Reaper spoke to me as if such a thing were trivial. Hearing that, I wrinkled my nose.
“What was the question again?”
I toyed with my sword. The Celestial Demon Sword slowly unsheathed. Shing! Even as I drew the blade, the Reaper showed no particular movement.
“I asked if you took the Jade Stone.”
“…A Jade Stone…? I don’t know what that is. But if I said yes, what would happen?”
“Nothing much would occur.”
Laughter tinged the Reaper’s voice.
“I would simply take you alive, split your belly, and extract your dantian.”
“Quite the brutal words.”
“And I would also need to know how you obtained the Jade Stone.”
Thud-! The Reaper threw something else. A stone. That was it.
‘The Jade Stone.’
The very thing I had obtained from the cave.
“You seem to know that this worthless thing is in collusion with Patcheon Gung. But how did you know the Jade Stone existed? It shouldn’t be possible. Surely this is your doing?”
“From the way you speak, you already seem certain.”
“No…. I’m asking because I’m not certain. I’ll know once I hear your answer.”
Clank. Chains rattled against the floor. You’ll know once I answer? What would you do if I lied?
“Yes, it was my doing.”
So I told him. Without falsehood, I spoke the truth.
“Mm.”
The Reaper nodded.
[Bow your head.]
“Indeed.”
Crash-!!!!!
Something behind me was severed. Right after I hastily lowered my head. Something shot out in front of me.
‘My knee.’
Thump-!!
The moment I realized it, my head snapped up. Despite blocking with my hand, the impact struck through.
“Tch.”
I gritted my teeth. There was no time to gather my thoughts. Uuuuong-! The Celestial Demon Sword cried out. I activated Wol Cheon and immediately reached Sword-God Unity.
Time slowed. Then I saw it. A scythe was boring toward my shoulder.
I twisted and evaded with a sharp movement.
Kwagagakang-!!!
Dust billowed upward. Beyond the swirling haze, something appeared. A chain. Its end was rushing toward me, and the Reaper was—
‘watching me.’
His gaze shifted. It was fast.
Kwakang-!! Dust erupted here and there. Looking closely at the chain’s end, an iron sphere hung from it. I blocked with my sword, but. Kuuuong-!!
My body was sent flying backward.
‘Damn it.’
The impact was heavy. Even with Sword-God Unity, it was like this.
“Quite nimble. Sword-God Unity? Certainly tremendous talent.”
His voice carried admiration, but it meant nothing. He reached the space before me.
The scythe bored toward my neck.
Chaeng-! My sword wedged in and deflected it. Yoo Yeon. She found this opening and flew in.
Shurirrik-! A hidden projectile tore through the air. Manceon Hwau. Dok-ryong unleashed a secret technique from range. It seemed he had trained diligently, and he was certainly better than before.
Woon-ryong moved as well behind the projectile. Daoist energy coiled around his body.
“Your coordination is excellent.”
I pressed forward with numbers. A combined assault that we had never practiced together flowed naturally, but—
“However. It is merely child’s play.”
The Reaper spoke briefly like that.
Kwaaaaaaa-!!!
The chain that had been rolling on the ground rose into the air and whirled with fury.
Kwagagakang-!!!
A single storm. When the violent wind pressure subsided—
“Cough…!”
Dok-ryong’s hidden projectile fell to the ground, and its caster was bleeding.
Yoo Yeon was on one knee, collapsed forward, and Woon-ryong was embedded in the wall like Paeng Dojin.
“Not bad. The speed at which these young ones grow these days is quite remarkable. For disciples, it was extraordinary.”
The Reaper, who delivered his assessment, remained standing in place.
“A pity. If such children had been in the palace, it would have been wonderful.”
Not a scratch on him. I felt the difference in caliber acutely.
‘Is this—’
one of those beings at the upper echelon among absolute masters? Would this be the feeling if Sochul Daeju stood as my opponent?
Reaching the Enlightenment Realm and facing him directly, he was a towering wall. When I faced Honwondo, I moved according to the Celestial Demon’s will, so it was different.
Now that I stepped forward with my own body, there was no answer.
‘What do I do?’
As I was deliberating—
[Shall I help?]
The Celestial Demon asked.
Hearing this, I deliberated. If I accepted help again, I would have to give something in return. Because of that, I had become entangled with the Demonic Sect in earnest, and now I had no idea what they might demand.
Still.
‘It’s better than doing nothing.’
Better than dying. If I left things as they were, those bastards would die too.
Just as I was about to ask for help.
‘Wait.’
Something felt off.
‘Where is Gwima?’
An equal supreme master. Gwima was not getting involved in this matter. Now that I thought about it, that was strange. If I were in danger, he should have intervened long ago.
Why was he staying silent? Was it because it was dangerous? No.
‘Gwima doesn’t stay out of matters like this.’
At least, that’s how I saw it. He wouldn’t sit idle just because things were slightly dangerous. Rather, since I was in peril, he would use every trick in his arsenal to intervene. Yet he wasn’t even sending a transmission.
What this meant was.
‘He can’t send a transmission.’
A moment where sending a transmission would alert someone.
‘There’s no need for him to intervene.’
A situation where he didn’t need to step in himself.
I grasped this. With that realization, one possibility came to mind.
Just one.
“…Please help me. This is getting difficult.”
I spoke the words aloud.
“Hmm?”
The Reaper tilted his head at my words. I hadn’t been speaking to the Celestial Demon.
[Damn.]
Knowing this, the Celestial Demon showed his disappointment.
[As expected, you’re sharp. What a shame.]
He spoke thus.
“What are you saying—”
The Reaper spoke as if he didn’t understand.
“…!”
The Reaper’s head moved. As if he had sensed something. One moment.
Skreeeech—!
By then it was too late, as something was severed.
“…Ugh….”
The Reaper grasped his arm. His arm hung limp. It hadn’t been completely severed.
“Your body has grown frail.”
Someone was slowly approaching from the doorway.
“I should have cut the arm clean off. It seems my body too has aged and broken down.”
Thud-thud. A small figure gripped a sword and approached.
“…Who are you?”
The Reaper grasped my arm and asked.
To that question.
“You need not know.”
The Sword Emperor.
The current Heavenly Supreme answered with serene simplicity.

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