The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 546

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 546
What you’d call a thorough beating? It seems to mean getting pummeled senseless.
And that’s exactly what was happening right before my eyes.
“Ugh! Argh! Aaaahhh!”
Cheongwuram. The spear master who had stepped forward so confidently from the Divine Sect was now sitting on the ground without even a spear, getting beaten senseless with bare hands.
And the one thrashing him mercilessly was a woman with a frame far smaller than his.
Maehua Geombong Yoo Yeon. She was swinging her sword wildly at him.
Not with the blade. She’d drawn the scabbard and was beating him like a madwoman.
“Aaah! Argh!”
Cheongwuram couldn’t even counterattack. Both his hands were covering his groin. It seemed that area was still throbbing with pain.
“P-please… stop… please!”
Even his pleas didn’t stop her. Yoo Yeon focused entirely on beating him, blood splattering across her face or not.
“…We should probably stop her, shouldn’t we?”
“I suppose…?”
Those of us watching couldn’t just stand by, so we eventually had to step in and stop Yoo Yeon ourselves.
“Hey. Hey! Stop! You’re going to kill him!”
I approached and spoke to Yoo Yeon. Only then did she stop swinging the scabbard and freeze in place.
I sensed her energy. There was no particular manifestation of Heavenly Killing Nature.
‘If Heavenly Killing Nature had manifested…’
This wouldn’t have ended like this. From the start, she would have used the blade to cut, not the scabbard to beat.
“Ghhhhhh…”
The man whose face was so swollen it was unrecognizable let out a groan.
“…”
I felt apologetic for him. He was the one who started spouting nonsense first, but I never expected it to come to this.
“…Were you that angry? Ah, well, sexual harassment is pretty infuriating, I suppose.”
“…?”
At my words, Yoo Yeon tilted her head in confusion.
What? That wasn’t it?
“You weren’t angry because of the sexual harassment? Then what were you angry about…?”
“…”
Yoo Yeon stared at me without answering. I couldn’t tell what kind of look that was.
“This is something.”
Then the instructor stepped in again.
Seeing that, I hesitated. I was worried I’d hear a scolding for beating him too severely.
“That’s right. You shouldn’t carelessly wag your tongue without knowing your place, should you? Is that not how I taught you?”
“…I-instructor… I’m… sorry…”
“Damn bastard.”
Crack—!
“…!”
The instructor struck Cheongwuram’s head with his fist. With the impact, the man lost consciousness. Though he’s probably not dead.
I couldn’t believe I’d actually struck it down like that.
“Tsk.”
The instructor clicked his tongue and rose to his feet.
“In the old days, I would have crushed your skull flat. This age of peace is truly lamentable.”
What kind of era was this “old days” he spoke of? The casual way he said it carried a chilling edge.
“Well, this is embarrassing. It seems I’ve disappointed you twice in a row?”
“…No, sir. Not disappointed, exactly.”
“Well, it’s your first day, so take it slow and enjoy yourself.”
The instructor who had grabbed Cheongwuram hurled him away. His body flew rapidly and crashed into the Disciples section.
“Clean that up. I don’t care to look at garbage.”
The Disciples casually tossed Cheongwuram aside without hesitation.
“Right then, the two victors need to receive their numbers.”
“…Numbers, sir?”
“The winners have the right to choose their numbers. Which number would you like?”
At those words, Yeon and I exchanged glances. Which number was good?
“For reference, the lowest number is the best. It signifies strength, after all. Naturally, you’ll fight countless times over it.”
“We must fight more?”
“I told you. The lower the number, the stronger you are. The Divine Sect is a place where the strong reign supreme. The strong are the law here. So naturally, many will covet that number.”
It sounded like a warning not to choose a low number unless I was confident.
Really?
Then.
“Give me one.”
The number I would obtain was already decided.

* * *
By the time the Divine Tournament concluded, the day was nearly at its end.
With so many participants, it dragged on. Truth be told, after Yeon and I, the instructors just had the winners fight and come collect their numbers themselves, which is why it finished as quickly as it did.
Right after it ended, the numbers we were assigned were.
“What’s with this vague number five?”
Yeon drew number five.
“I should have picked something lower.”
Woon-ryong drew number twenty-two.
Dok-ryong drew number twelve.
When asked why he chose that, Woon-ryong said it was simply the order of his Shaman’s Three Disciples.
Dok-ryong said he couldn’t get number one anyway, so he chose his favorite number instead.
At the same time.
“Why did you choose that one?”
Paeng Dojin.
“Why not? It’s perfect.”
Number one hundred eighty-nine.
He chose the highest number.
When I asked why he picked that number despite easily defeating his opponent, Paeng Dojin answered.
“If I pick the highest one, I’ll climb up by beating one person at a time.”
It meant he planned to fight everyone once on his way up. Absolutely insane.
There’s no way he’s not a madman.
“Don’t give me that look.”
Paeng Dojin laughed and pointed at me.
“Your number is the craziest one of all.”
“Why is mine?”
Number one.
The number I chose was number one.
“I picked the obvious choice. What’s the problem?”
“Ahahaha.”
If I’m going to show them something, I’ll do it properly. That was my reasoning for the choice.
“You know, you didn’t seem like this before. You’re changing little by little.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“No, you’re still someone who can pull it off, so whatever. Just wait.”
Paeng Dojin spoke with a grin splitting his face.
“I’ll come to that position.”
…
That’s a bit frightening. I shrugged my shoulders.
“Do as you wish.”
Come if you’re going to come, I said.
“I have no intention of stepping aside.”
“Ahahaha, I like that.”
We exchanged some idle banter. Next, I looked at Yoo Yeon.
“So why that number for you?”
Fifth place. When I asked Yoo Yeon about the somewhat ambiguous ranking, she looked at me.
Then, with a stick she’d brought along, she began scratching characters on the ground.
It was.
“The exact right number?”
A nod.
“Why is this….”
I trailed off mid-sentence.
“…You’re saying there are four people above you?”
A nod.
My eyes widened at Yoo Yeon’s words. Four people stronger than her.
She had made an objective judgment regarding her own ranking.
‘When did she see that?’
I pondered why she’d come to such a conclusion. What could she have witnessed? Perhaps.
‘That time?’
Gyoyeon. Where that man had gathered. There were several other people besides him in that place.
Moreover, those men there were on a different level from the others.
In fact, from third to fourth place had been occupied by those fellows.
And yet Yoo Yeon made her judgment in such a manner.
‘I didn’t know it well myself.’
I’d simply thought it was a gathering of strong men, those with reasonably high cultivation levels. But it seemed Yoo Yeon had perceived something there.
Yet fifth place.
‘Fifth place specifically?’
I didn’t think I was at that level, but if that’s what she saw, there was nothing I could say about it.
Anyway.
‘The rankings are all decided now.’
Since everyone had chosen their own numbers, should I just move on?
‘Those men are still bothering me though.’
I remember the location where Gyoyeon and Yoo Yeongjin had been. Further back from there, I recall the gaze that had been watching us.
There was something different about their aura compared to the others.
Those ones now.
‘Are they the true geniuses cultivated by the Divine Cult?’
The geniuses that exist within the Divine Cult, including the Young Master. Would they be equivalent to those considered dragons and phoenixes in the orthodox sects?
The feeling was somewhat rougher though.
‘Fierce and rough. Yet refined.’
Unsettling auras. Moreover.
‘There was even an aura from Patcheon Gung mixed in among them.’
Not Yean, but another man. The one who took the third-place ranking was like that.
“My energy’s depleting faster than expected on the first day.”
I haven’t really done anything. I barely used my stamina, yet the moment I arrived, my strength drained away. Did they really plan to throw me into a fight without even an introduction?
‘I wonder if the orthodox faction is faring better.’
How is the Young Master at the Martial Arts Alliance doing? That situation was equally concerning in its own way.
‘I need to accomplish what I came here to do quickly.’
I should focus on handling my tasks and returning.
‘When is Mee Yeon-hwa arriving?’
Jeolma. I needed to wait for her return. Once she arrived, I had things to ask and request of her.
I had to use every resource available to me.
“Hmm….”
I run my hand through my hair. Once Jeolma arrives, I’ll organize what needs to be done and recall what must be handled tomorrow.
‘I should also remember to think about the education matters for tomorrow.’
Now that the numbers are assigned, tomorrow begins the training. What exactly is the education of the Divine Cult?
Judging from how they started with rough sparring, it doesn’t seem like normal education at all.
‘How is this supposed to help.’
A gathering? What gathering. Those bastards over there are only thinking about devouring us.
The atmosphere felt like things could go very wrong very quickly.
‘This won’t be easy.’
I didn’t think this would be resolved in a day or two, but I could sense the difficulty level was considerable.
‘And what about Yoo Cheon-gil’s corpse?’
Nothing is straightforward at this juncture. Most of what I encounter is like this, but this time too, everything felt messily entangled.
“Well… since we’re here, let’s get some food.”
I should eat first. They’ll provide meals here, right? Saying this, I try to lead my companions out.
Knock, knock.
“Huh?”
Just as I’m about to leave the assigned quarters, I sense a presence. Someone outside seems to be looking for me.
What is this? Is it Yean? No. That aura and spiritual energy don’t match.
I furrow my brow and open the door. There stands.
“What is it.”
“Hello?”
A captivating woman wearing an alluring smile.
Her name being what it is….
“I’m Hyoyeonri.”
“Yes. What brings you here?”
Hyoyeonri. The woman who clung to Gyoyeon’s side and was assigned number seven.
A woman whose beauty mark near her eye seemed bewitching, her face painted with seductive charm.
“Ah, I had some business with you.”
“With me?”
“Yes.”
Hyoyeonri has business with me? I tilt my head. I’m wondering what possible business she could have with me.
“About tomorrow’s training—would you like to do it together with me?”
“…With you?”
“Yes. It’s not a bad proposal.”
“What are we doing tomorrow?”
“Oh, you don’t know?”
“No.”
I’d never heard an explanation about what we were doing tomorrow. Had she already heard about it? What is this—some kind of territorial claim?
It might be.
“Then it works out perfectly. Tomorrow’s training is a paired exercise where two people work together. I want to do it with you.”
“…Why?”
“Because you seem like you’d do it best?”
“…?”
What kind of confidence is this? I was bewildered when.
“Just do it for me. If you just agree to it.”
Whoosh.
Hyoyeonri lifted her robe slightly. The full curve of her chest beneath was exposed.
“I’ll do anything for you.”
“…No, wait.”
Since I wasn’t particularly interested, I was about to click my tongue.
Crack.
“Huh?”
A sound came from behind. I turned around.
Thud.
“…Yoo Yeon?”
Yoo Yeon.
She had destroyed the table. What? Surely not right now.
‘Did she smash it with her fist?’
She’d destroyed the perfectly fine furniture and was now staring at me with a chillingly cold expression.
A chill ran down my spine.
‘….’
I didn’t know what it was, but I was absolutely terrified.
Truly.

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