The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 560

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 560
Take me to Father’s Tomb.
Even as I spoke those words, I was startled. After all, the Celestial Demon had commanded me to say them.
What kind of insane nonsense was this?
‘Father’s Tomb?’
Who is my father? Who are they calling my father?
I honestly raised the question, but I already knew the answer.
‘This mad bastard.’
By uttering these words, I understood the shockwave Gyemun would feel and the conclusion of his misunderstanding.
Right now, the Celestial Demon was introducing me to Gyemun as—
‘His own child?’
Clearly, he intended to make me his son. And he seemed to believe it would work on Gyemun.
But.
“How dare this vile wretch…!”
It backfired. No matter how I looked at it, it was a complete backfire. Gyemun released his killing intent, crushing my entire body beneath its weight.
Crack, crack, crack.
‘Ugh!’
My bones groaned harshly. The pressure from his aura and killing intent alone was overwhelming.
Ah, this is definitely touching a nerve, isn’t it?
‘We’re done for.’
What should I do? My nonsense didn’t seem like it would work.
‘Hurry.’
Say something, anything. As if urging the Celestial Demon, or rather, urging him, I forced out words.
[Calm yourself.]
The Celestial Demon spoke to me in an unbothered tone.
My eyes widened slightly at what followed. He said it plainly.
“What is the problem? Is it so surprising that I have Celestial Demon blood?”
“Nonsense spills from your mouth. Would that person have taken someone like you as a child? Even a three-inch tongue has its limits. How dare you mock the noble one of Singyeo by speaking his name.”
The sword moved.
It tried to cut through my neck.
But.
“Why? Is it because I am not a daughter but a man?”
He froze.
The blade stopped just before it could slice my skin.
“…What?”
“Are you saying that’s why you react this way—because the one standing before you is not a woman but a man?”
“…”
Gyemun’s eyes trembled. Daughter. Woman. Those words seemed to shake him violently.
‘This is…’
Could he be talking about Yoo Yeon? The Celestial Demon’s true bloodline was Yoo Yeon. And Gyemun, could it be—
‘Does he know?’
Does he know that Yoo Yeon exists—that the Celestial Demon’s child is a daughter, not a son?
I wondered if that was why he seemed so flustered.
And that suspicion became truth through the Celestial Demon’s own words.
“I went to such lengths to save her. Yet she died because I failed to protect her. And then a man suddenly appeared—no wonder there’s confusion. Young Master, even that fool would have felt the same.”
“…You… what exactly…”
“Elder Gyemun. How can you be so certain the Celestial Demon has only one child? Does it make sense to abandon faith over one lost girl?”
Therefore.
“You entrust the position of Singyeo to someone of no consequence.”
“…!”
The blade ceased its advance. As the trembling sensation continued to reverberate.
Slowly, the sword edge withdrew.
“…Who exactly are you?”
“Didn’t I just show you? Do you need more proof than this?”
Celestial Demon Divine Art.
Hair darkened to black by the influence of Magi.
Crimson eyes—the symbol of Cheonsal Sect.
A body wrapped entirely in symbolism. The credibility of my words was none other than myself.
“I ask again. Take me to my father’s tomb. Or more precisely.”
The Celestial Demon spoke, driving home the final wedge.
“Take me to the Sinmok that lies underground. I have brought the key.”
“…!”
“This is not a request.”
I take another step forward. I did not release the Magi. Ah, it grows difficult. I could feel the strain on my heart.
Yet I endure and add one more word.
I had to.
“By the command of the one who shall become the Celestial Demon of this age. You shall obey the will of Heaven according to the Main School’s decree.”
I spoke to Gyemun with unwavering eyes.
***
As training repeated, the sunset was slowly descending.
“Haah… whew…”
I collapsed into the thicket on one side, exhaling heavily.
“…This is maddening.”
My entire body trembled. I tried to forcibly brush away the goosebumps rising on my arms.
“Huff…”
The sighs kept coming, weighing on me. Am I alive? I’m actually alive, right?
This was right after I faced Gyemun and sent him away.
I moved to a tree and steadied my breathing.
“…I really thought I was going to die.”
I survived. Astonishingly, I’m alive. How am I alive? Even I’m amazed at myself. To survive that situation.
I wiped my neck with my hand. A thin smear of blood clung there irritatingly. Had it dried from flowing? I nearly died back there.
It was something I already knew, but I was realizing it anew.
“Nngh…”
A sound came from beside me. It was the sound of the unconscious Woo Yeongjin regaining consciousness. I could see his eyes opening.
Gyemun simply left the place. I didn’t hear an answer, but perhaps my being alive was that answer itself.
‘His eyes were contemplative.’
Whether this was true or not.
Eyes that were even contemplating whether to kill me or not.
It must have been chaos itself. Not only did the successor of Yoo Cheon-gil who suddenly appeared possess the Celestial Demon Divine Art, but he even uttered the shocking words that I was of Celestial Demon bloodline.
Ah, can this even work? It doesn’t seem like it should.
It shouldn’t have worked, yet it did. Gyemun’s contemplation was proof of that.
‘How.’
This worked? What the Celestial Demon said was ridiculous too. To brazenly reveal it like that.
[It was you who spoke, not this seat.]
‘Still, you ordered it, didn’t you? And can you just expose it like that?’
I mentioned that I had cast the Celestial Demon Divine Art while knowing Gyemun was watching.
In a way, wasn’t that a betrayal toward me?
‘At the very least, you should have explained beforehand.’
If you’re going to scheme, you should scheme properly. But to proceed like this? I nearly got ruined.
As I complained indignantly, the Celestial Demon chuckled and shook his head.
[Had I told you, would you have listened?]
‘I wouldn’t have.’
A pointless question. Of course I wouldn’t have. Why add such risk? So the Celestial Demon didn’t tell me knowing that?
‘A scoundrel.’
So he simply didn’t tell me because I wouldn’t listen. Though I probably wouldn’t have anyway.
My teeth ground together.
‘Then, telling that Elder Gyemun was the right call, wasn’t it?’
[It was judged to be more advantageous.]
‘Advantageous.’
I laughed at that.
‘Who benefits from this? Me? Or.’
You? The Celestial Demon had nothing to say to that question. Damn aristocrat. That silence was answer enough. The odds were high that it served his own interests, not mine.
[It won’t be entirely without benefit to you either.]
‘That’s a rather narrow-minded excuse.’
Not just narrow-minded—it’s downright narrow-minded.
Still, this Celestial Demon fellow.
‘Rot.’
Back then, I trusted him completely and let my guard down. That was my mistake. But that’s how the world works.
Whenever something happens, it’s because I’m an idiot.
Recognizing that was what mattered.
‘After all, he’s a member of the Demonic Cult.’
Whether it’s Yoo Cheon-gil or the Celestial Demon. In the end, they move according to their own purposes.
There’s no point in trusting or distrusting. It was simply the consequence of choices made back then.
[Calling him a member of the Demonic Cult is harsh language.]
‘Stay quiet. I’m already showing courtesy by not cursing.’
I clicked my tongue sharply. Since the situation had already unfolded, I needed to think about how to handle it.
‘What do I do?’
How Gyemun emerges from this. How the First Elder responds—it could determine whether this becomes a catastrophe or not.
No, wait. The catastrophe has already happened. There’s no scenario where it hasn’t.
This is infuriating.
‘The Celestial Demon’s son, you say?’
Damn it all. Of all things, I’ve ended up impersonating the Celestial Demon’s son. And to the First Elder of Singyeo, no less.
How far is my life going to spiral before this ends?
I was just furious.
“…Where…am I…?”
Woo Yeongjin regained consciousness. He jolted his body upright immediately.
“…W-where is the Elder?”
“…He’s gone.”
“Gone? G-gone where?”
“How should I know?”
I was irritated that this fool had woken up in such a daze. Everything about the world felt hateful right now.
“…He said he got bored dealing with us half-heartedly and left. You should have stayed more alert.”
“…Is that what you call an explanation? That was your best effort?”
“If that was your best, then try harder next time.”
“…You little…”
I ignored Woo Yeongjin’s complaints. Tsk! I clicked my tongue briefly. Gyemun was Gyemun, but there was still work to be done.
‘Where am I supposed to find the Instructor now?’
The First Elder’s attempt to act as an Instructor had become meaningless. It was clear he wouldn’t show up again.
At least not until he’d gathered his thoughts. So now it was time for that.
‘Whether I live or die is being decided right now.’
How delightful. It felt less like the Book of Life and Death, and more like my name had been written in crimson ink.
“…Wake up. We need to find the Instructor, don’t we? We’re not finishing this by just sitting here.”
“…Ah… Ugh….”
I forced Woo Yeongjin to his feet. He had no intention of remaining idle either.
We searched the surrounding area.
We had to find him and complete the training. That was my thought.
Boom-boom-boom!!!
“Hmm?”
“What?”
A violent impact echoed through the air. I could even feel the energy behind it.
The sound of combat. I turned my head. It wasn’t far away.
The moment I saw it, Woo Yeongjin and I moved simultaneously. The sounds of fighting meant the Instructor was there.
“Let’s go.”
We headed straight for it. It didn’t take long to reach our destination. Sure enough, I could see people engaged in battle. There was even a figure who appeared to be the Instructor.
“What?”
The situation was strange. I confirmed what I was seeing and furrowed my brow. The Instructor looked flustered.
“…Dang Cheon-il?”
Dok-ryong Dang Cheon-il was on his knees, collapsed.
Drip, drip.
Blood flowed from his mouth. The way he swayed suggested he’d already lost consciousness.
Then.
Crack-!
“…”
Dang Cheon-il’s cheek snapped to the side. He staggered from the impact as if he might fall at any moment.
But he didn’t. Someone had grabbed his hair and held him in place.
That man was.
“…Heavenly Sword.”
Heavenly Sword.
The genius of Singyeo and one of the Celestial Demon Candidates. He had Dang Cheon-il pinned, and the latter’s condition was already a complete mess.
“Ah. Who do we have here.”
Heavenly Sword smiled upon seeing me.
“The Leader of our Jeongpa has arrived.”
“…”
“Did you perhaps come to save your subordinate? I’m afraid you’re a bit late for that.”
With those words, he released Dang Cheon-il. The man collapsed limply to the ground.
Drip, drip, drip. Blood from his mouth flowed across the stone floor.
“You should have come earlier. Then you would have seen something more entertaining.”
Heavenly Sword couldn’t finish his words.
Whoosh. Boom-!!
“Ugh.”
The man’s body hurtled backward. Crash-crash-crash-!!! He tumbled across the ground, skidding far from where he stood.
My kick had sent his body flying.
“Ah, perfect.”
I was reaching my limit anyway, so this worked out well.
Standing beside Dang Cheon-il with a refreshed expression, I called out to the man as he flew through the air.
“I needed to blow off some steam anyway.”
The situation was ideal.
“Come on, take a few hits from me.”
This was an excellent opportunity.

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