The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 547

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 547
I had to stiffen my expression as I looked at the woman before me. Hyoyeonri. A stunning beauty with a beauty mark beneath her eye, radiating an alluring presence.
At first glance, she was an incomparable beauty, exuding a seductive aura that seemed to flow from her very being.
The peach blossom curse.
Those said to bear the peach blossom curse were beings who enchanted men without effort, and through no fault of their own, found themselves entangled in incidents and accidents.
Because it was called a “curse,” they experienced disasters as uncontrollable as fate itself from birth.
Most of these incidents were entangled with romantic affairs, and their outcomes were rarely favorable.
Personally, I sympathized with those bearing the peach blossom curse.
I had witnessed many who suffered calamities because of their appearance—something they could not control.
I had developed a certain understanding of their lives.
‘But this one.’
This woman called Hyoyeonri felt different somehow. I recognized this feeling too.
Those who bore a heavy peach blossom curse yet exploited the advantages it brought them.
Understanding what they possessed. Living by utilizing the curse.
If one were clever, they were quite clever indeed.
I didn’t particularly favor this type. It was ambiguous to call them bad since I hadn’t experienced enough yet.
But most of them were bad. That’s what my experience had taught me.
“What do you want to do with me?”
“I want you to join me for tomorrow’s training.”
My brow furrowed at her words spoken with a bright smile. With me? And.
‘Why is she doing that?’
Why did Yoo Yeon suddenly destroy that? Did an insect appear? She didn’t seem like the type to be startled by an insect.
Anyway.
I set aside thoughts of Yoo Yeon and focused on Hyoyeonri.
“All of a sudden?”
“Yes. Quite suddenly. The training is tomorrow, after all.”
“…Why would you want to do that with me?”
“I told you, didn’t I? It seems like it would be best to do it with you.”
“….”
I furrowed my brow. Best to do it with me? She seemed to know what tomorrow’s training was.
I didn’t know if her words were true or false. But.
“I must decline.”
“My goodness?”
Hyoyeonri’s eyes widened at my refusal.
“Why?”
“It simply doesn’t appeal to me. And besides, if that were the case, I already have someone else in mind.”
“…Someone? Hmm.”
Hyoyeonri made a languid sound, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“I see. What a shame~”
Without much regret, she simply turned her back, and a subtle fragrance drifted from her graceful movements.
I watched Hyoyeonri disappear, then ran my hand through my hair.
‘Training tomorrow, then.’
I wondered what they’d actually be doing, but I didn’t press the matter and simply turned away.
“Why did you break that?”
“….”
I approached Yoo Yeon to ask, but she had already returned to her usual demeanor and offered no response.
She simply went about quietly cleaning up the debris she’d shattered.
“….”
Was she hurt somewhere too? Whatever it was, I assumed it was something like that.

* * *
The next day arrived. After a full day had passed, it was early morning.
As the sun was barely rising, I headed toward my destination.
It was the place where we’d done something yesterday—perhaps a sect training ground—and when I arrived, several people including the Instructor I’d seen yesterday were standing there.
Along with the Disciples gathered before them. Something felt different.
Was it because they were wearing martial robes with armbands?
Numbers were written on the armbands—the same numbers each of us had been assigned yesterday.
“Is everyone here?”
A listless tone flowed out. Yet despite that leisurely voice, the discipline of the others was taut.
I’d felt it since yesterday, but this Instructor seemed like quite an extraordinary person.
‘That must be it.’
That’s why everyone’s discipline was so sharp without him even doing anything.
As I quietly observed him.
“This is the second day. You’ve likely already heard about today’s training, but….”
The Instructor confirmed our presence.
“There may be some who don’t know, so let me explain again. It’s called Dual Stars.”
‘Dual Stars?’
Stars? Two kinds of stars? What does that mean?
“Form pairs and seize the jade orbs assigned to your team. If your pair claims two orbs, you win. Do you understand?”
“….”
So that’s what it was—just snatching orbs? I think we did something like this at the Dragon-Phoenix Assembly too.
The memory flickered through my mind. And on top of that, we had to form pairs.
It looked like a tedious training exercise. But should I even call this training?
I wondered what it was for, but… well, if they tell me to do it, I’ll do it.
That’s when it happened.
“You are forbidden from pairing with each other. You must pair with sect members.”
Orthodox disciples couldn’t pair among themselves. It seemed they were preventing us from sticking together. With sect members? Ah. So that’s why Hyoyeonri wanted to pair with me?
‘Hmm….’
I suppose that makes sense.
“I’m giving you half an hour. Form your pairs and prepare. If you fail to form a pair, you’ll participate alone, so you’d better figure it out.”
If everyone couldn’t form a group, they’d simply participate alone. It was truly a simple and convenient system.
Keeping that in mind, I moved forward. The Instructor had said he’d arrive after half an hour, so I needed to form a group on my own.
Already, the disciples of the Divine Sect were moving busily, searching for their group members.
None of them showed any sign of approaching our side.
Whether they were being cautious or still wary, I couldn’t say.
Observing this, I quietly surveyed my surroundings.
‘Where is he?’
There was someone I needed to find. I’d already marked him from the moment I heard about this training.
I had no intention of doing this with my companions anyway. This was an opportunity to gather information—why would I waste it with people I already knew?
That would be a loss.
Thinking this through, I moved forward. Since I could sense how subtly they were avoiding me, finding the person wasn’t particularly difficult.
‘There he is.’
I found him. I could see a familiar figure standing in the distance.
I approached him.
“There you are.”
“Huh?”
Hyoyeonri came into view. Her eyes widened as she saw me.
“Oh my. What? You said you wouldn’t participate. So your thoughts have changed after all…”
“Will you form a group with me?”
I passed by Hyoyeonri and moved behind her, addressing the young man standing there, and he hesitated.
“…Me?”
“Yes. You.”
Woo Yeongjin. The man who had clashed with me before—or more precisely, had clashed with Dok-ryong.
As I approached him and asked to form a group together, Woo Yeongjin seemed quite taken aback.
“Why me?”
“I think it could work out. It doesn’t seem like a bad proposal. Shall we?”
“…”
His eyes were full of wariness. Even he couldn’t understand why I was making such an offer.
He would find it strange. After all, forming a group with someone you’d already clashed with seemed odd no matter how you looked at it.
“What will you do?”
“…”
Woo Yeongjin deliberated. The fact that he didn’t outright refuse but actually considered it meant he had his own thoughts on the matter.
“Would you like time to think?”
“No, I’ll do it.”
Fortunately, he took my hand. It meant we had become a group.
“…What?”
I could see Hyoyeonri’s brow furrow deeply beside him.
But I deliberately ignored that as well.
Whether she frowned or not didn’t matter to me.
And so the group was formed.

* * *
Half an hour had passed. The Instructor rose to his feet right on schedule.
“Everyone’s prepared, I assume?”
Those who had already formed pairs stood in twos, holding their positions. The Instructor’s gaze suddenly turned toward us.
Upon seeing me and Woo Yeongjin, he tilted his head briefly. His expression suggested he was wondering what sort of pairing this was.
Beyond that.
‘What about those two?’
Surprisingly, Yoo Yeon had formed a pair with Hyoyeonri. I couldn’t quite understand why she’d chosen that pairing, though I supposed it was no stranger than my own situation.
Since I’d paired with Woo Yeongjin, it made sense, and it seemed Woon-ryong and Dok-ryong had managed to find partners for themselves as well.
The problem was.
“Come at me, anyone!”
“….”
Paeng Dojin. That madman hadn’t formed a pair at all. The moment he heard he could do it alone, he’d grinned wickedly and decided to go solo.
That man is truly something else.
I held back a sigh.
The Instructor had noticed Paeng Dojin was alone, but he didn’t seem particularly concerned about it.
The Instructor continued speaking.
“If you’re ready, move out. Take a bead as you go.”
He waved his hand dismissively. At his words, the disciples began to move.
“Let’s go.”
Woo Yeongjin moved first, and I followed him. He headed somewhere as if familiar with the place—a location where beads were piled high.
He picked up one bead from there.
“Should I keep it safe?”
“Do as you wish.”
Woo Yeongjin decided to keep the bead. After placing it in his robes, we headed toward the mountains.
The rear mountain of the sect. Mostly cliffs with only glimpses of grass here and there. That’s where we went.
Is this the training ground? It was wide open, and there didn’t seem to be many places to hide.
“We’re doing this here?”
“Most pair battles are held here.”
“…It seems like we’ll have to fight in a chaotic manner.”
“Most of them do.”
I asked him about his casual tone.
“It sounds like you’ve experienced this many times before?”
“This is my third time.”
“…Oh, really?”
More than I expected. Which made something even stranger.
“Why do you go through this Disciples cultivation three times…?”
At my question about why he’d need to experience this Disciples training three times, Woo Yeongjin looked at me.
“It’s necessary. I need to secure a high ranking each time to make things easier later.”
“…A high rank, then…. Why is that?”
“Is there a reason I should tell you that?”
“Hmm.”
A pity. I’d thought if I pressed further, I might learn more. But Woo Yeongjin showed no intention of divulging additional information.
“Then let me ask you something else.”
“So that’s why you teamed up with me.”
“You’re quite perceptive.”
Woo Yeongjin’s expression twisted slightly, as if he’d sensed my attempt to extract information, but it hardly mattered to me.
“I’d like to ask—among the Disciples right now, who is the strongest?”
“…What?”
“Besides that Gyoyeon I saw before, there seem to be a few others.”
“….”
“There appear to be those called geniuses here as well…. Who are they?”
Woo Yeongjin fell silent. A face seemed to come to mind, but he had no intention of speaking of it?
“What will you do if you hear?”
I answered to that remark.
“Nothing in particular. It’s just that I suspect we’ll clash soon anyway. I’d like to know beforehand.”
“…You suspect we’ll clash? You sound certain.”
“Well, yes. Their eyes were full of competitive fire.”
“Ha.”
I’d already identified several of them.
They were from the same group as Woo Yeongjin and Gyoyeon.
“…The strongest one.”
Woo Yeongjin speaks, recalling the Disciples.
“The strongest is the Young Master.”
The Young Master. That man’s name was mentioned.
It was only natural, after all. But still.
“However, there is one who is evaluated as comparable to him… among the Celestial Demon candidates.”
“Celestial Demon candidate…?”
Something sounded odd about that. Celestial Demon candidate?
The Celestial Demon.
‘One must possess the Heavenly Slayer Constitution, right?’
According to the Celestial Demon’s own words, one must also possess the Divine Eye.
From that perspective, the Young Master doesn’t actually fully satisfy the conditions either.
But there’s another candidate? At this peculiar statement, I looked toward Woo Yeongjin.
“The Heavenly Sword.”
The Heavenly Sword.
“He is the other Celestial Demon candidate.”
Naturally, it was an epithet I was hearing for the first time.

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