The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 561

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 561
When my rage reached its peak.
Perhaps the angriest moment of my entire life.
Everything felt unjust.
Everything infuriated me.
I was on the verge of madness, ready to grab anyone and beat them senseless, about to unleash my fury upon the world.
That’s when Captain Baek spoke to me.
-Crazy man.
His gaze was incredulous. His tongue clicked in disapproval. At that sound, I turned to look at him.
-Look at yourself. You’ll end up killing someone. Rein it in, will you?
-….
Hearing his words, I released the tension in my grip.
A piercing wail.
Whether a scream or a shriek.
Some incomprehensible cry—what I held in my hand was a vengeful spirit.
Someone’s wraith, already torn apart and thoroughly mangled.
It was a malevolent spirit, bound together by malice yet thoroughly compressed.
-I understand your anger. But this rampage won’t solve anything.
-…Is this also my fault?
-Who said it was your fault? I’m just telling you to be reasonable. Can’t you see?
Captain Baek gestured around as he spoke.
-Jongno is completely destroyed.
Jongno 3-ga and its surroundings were pulverized beyond recognition.
The city was obliterated. There would be no living humans left. We’d already evacuated everyone beforehand.
-You bastard. I told you to be reasonable. The company can’t even clean this up.
-…This isn’t my doing. The Demon God was rampaging—what could I possibly do?
-That bastard’s rampage is your fault too. I told you to just stay calm.
-How could I stay calm?
Crack.
I tightened my grip. The vengeful spirit in my hand simply vanished.
-It was my enemy.
-…So you caught it?
I hadn’t caught it. That was the real problem.
-The company is going to love you for this. This won’t end with just a reprimand. Understand?
-A shame, really. They won’t be able to fire me anyway.
No matter what punishment they impose, the company cannot dismiss me.
They can’t imprison me either—cutting my salary would be the extent of it.
It was hardly a laughing matter.
-…What about the people?
-They’ve all evacuated. You’re worried about that now? After reducing the city to this?
-That’s just how I am. What am I supposed to do about it? I simply….
I just used them a bit.
That’s all. I reached this level merely by using them.
The world is already on the brink of destruction anyway, so what does one city disappearing matter? As long as people didn’t die, that’s all that matters.
Thinking thus, I steadied my breathing.
-You monster. Don’t you dare die.
Captain Baek spoke to me.
-Why?
-If you died and became a vengeful spirit… I think the world would be destroyed. If you became a ghost, you’d probably become something worse than a Demon God.
-Even when you curse me, you curse me like that.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
-And.
Captain Baek, who had been joking, added to his words.
-Control your anger too.
-…I was already controlling it?
How could I control it any more than this? I’ve been holding back for years.
-Ah, I misspoke. I don’t mean hold it in. Let it out appropriately once in a while.
-Pardon?
-Don’t live without releasing it and end up like this. If it seems like you’re about to snap, let it out then. That way.
Captain Baek gazed up at the sky. The crimson heavens stained by the traces of the Demon God.
Buildings and structures destroyed by the calamity.
He trailed off while looking at that brutal landscape.
-…You won’t end up like this.
-….
Don’t hold back your anger too much. If it seems like you’re about to snap, let it out once.
Release it, whatever form that takes.
Whether I heeded those words or not was my choice. But ultimately, I did listen. It helped later, after all.
Perhaps because of that. Once the thought that I should do it took root, it became a sort of habit.
Maintaining my emotions at a certain threshold without fluctuation became my nature.
That’s why.
“I was already annoyed anyway.”
Whenever I burst, I’d release it a bit excessively.
“You’ve walked right into my trap.”
Looking at the Heavenly Sword, I smiled.

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I was already irritated beyond measure—nothing had been going right.
I’d encountered nothing but impossible situations, searching for solutions time and again.
Each crisis that erupted was monumental, and the strain of managing them all weighed heavily on my mind.
I’d even reached the point of vomiting and retching repeatedly.
It was a matter of necessity.
That was the only way I could survive.
Endurance came naturally to me; losing control did not.
So I chose the familiar path—it was faster and easier that way.
Such was my life. Such was my life, but.
“Still, I have to do what needs doing.”
It wasn’t as though I never let loose.
I’d simply been restraining myself in this lifetime—it wasn’t absent entirely.
If I counted the times, it would be four.
I think I’ve lost control about that many times. And each time, accidents did occur.
Quite significant ones, at that.
“Cough.”
The Heavenly Sword, who had been rolling across the ground, pushed himself upright. Bewilderment flickered in his eyes.
“…Ha.”
I laughed and lifted my head.
“Interesting. When did you get clos—”
“Amusement is a pain.”
Crack!
Before he could finish speaking, I lashed out and kicked his jaw. His head snapped skyward.
“This is exactly the kind of irritating personality some people have.”
They always seem to slip in one or two at a time.
“Can’t you just live quietly? You keep appearing right in front of me, annoying the hell out of me.”
I prepared another strike, channeling force into my leg for a follow-up kick.
Whoosh!
The Heavenly Sword moved. He twisted his body and evaded my attack, slipping away from the blow with practiced ease.
Distance opened between us.
Blood trickled from the Heavenly Sword’s nose. He wiped it away carelessly with the back of his hand.
“Still, when someone’s speaking, shouldn’t you at least listen?”
The strike had made no contact. I’d hit with considerable force, but it seemed he’d dodged in that instant. The sensation hadn’t felt quite solid.
“You lack manners.”
“Manners are something you reserve for those who deserve them.”
“Ah. Well said. I’ll remember that.”
Swiftly, the Heavenly Sword drew his blade.
“Now let’s do what we came here to do.”
“Fight?”
“You started this first, didn’t you?”
“No, I didn’t.”
I regard Dok-ryong. His battered appearance was rather pitiful.
“You keep provoking me. Denying it would be shameless, wouldn’t it?”
“Your mind works quickly. Your subordinates don’t seem to share that trait.”
Subordinates? How insulting to those listening.
“Why do you keep needling people?”
I asked out of curiosity.
“What have I failed to do for you? We’re not even acquainted, are we?”
“Surely not. I’ve never seen a face as handsome as yours before.”
“I’m not a face easily forgotten.”
“Your confidence is admirable. I find such people appealing.”
“I don’t care for men.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
Whirrrrr.
The sword sings. A sound emanating from the blade held in the Heavenly Sword’s hand. Hearing it, my expression twisted. I hadn’t thought he was weak, but his realm appeared deeper than appearances suggested.
‘And.’
I recall what Woon-ryong had said.
‘His sword.’
Resembled the Cheongwol Sect Sword. I wanted to see that for myself.
The moment we clashed with blades drawn, the wait was not long.
I had no intention of waiting anyway.
Whoosh!
I immediately close the distance, wrapping my entire body in demonic energy.
The blade sweeps horizontally.
Clang!!
Before the sword path could fully extend, the Heavenly Sword’s blade pierces through. Friction erupts. Screeeech! Sparks scatter as the battle begins.
‘Sword force—’
Shallow sword aura coating the blade. Sword forces of different hues draw lines across the empty air.
Yet.
‘The colors are different?’
Gwangwol Seomgyeong. Compared to what I’d heard about resembling that light.
‘It’s different.’
His sword aura is crimson. At least not enough to confuse it with the Cheongwol Sect Sword.
Had Woon-ryong misunderstood something? Continuing the battle with that thought.
I increase my speed. Each time I add power, his speed rises in tandem.
How far can this go?
We’re already gauging each other’s depths.
Is it time to stop now?
‘It’s different.’
Whether it was Gyoyeon or Woo Yeongjin.
Or any other man for that matter—this one was different. The distinction was unmistakable.
A candidate for the Celestial Demon.
The weight of a name I couldn’t even fathom suddenly became tangible.
A sharp crackle of energy.
So I decided to do this properly. At this point, it was no longer mere venting.
Gwangwol Seomgyeong.
Wolseon Geomro.
Wol Cheon.
I unleashed every technique at my disposal. I’d burned through most of my reserves in the fight with Gyemun, but roughly half remained.
The recovery speed was remarkable.
I couldn’t speak to other cultivation methods, but the Cheongwol Gate technique restored my reserves with astonishing swiftness. That mad old man Yoo Cheon-gil had clearly done something extraordinary.
‘Regardless.’
My speed surged overwhelmingly. I wondered if he could even keep pace—
A sharp metallic shriek—!!
‘Hmm.’
My blade grazed the Heavenly Sword’s chest. Shallow. But the cut confirmed the widening gap in our speeds.
‘More.’
I accelerated further, seizing the initiative in that fleeting moment.
‘If I do this—’
Could I deploy the sword technique?
As I moved to activate it—
‘What?’
That’s when I caught sight of the Heavenly Sword’s eyes. Despite taking a direct hit, he paid it no mind—he was observing something.
My hands. My chest. My range of motion. His gaze intensified, analyzing everything.
Watching him, I found myself narrowing my eyes involuntarily.
‘That expression—’
Where had I seen that face before?
I abandoned the sword technique. I would overwhelm him using my elevated physical prowess instead.
With that resolve, I pushed my output higher.
A thunderous boom—!
“Ugh!”
My speed spiked instantaneously. Using that momentum, I closed the distance and drove into his guard.
Then I struck his abdomen with the pommel of my sword.
The direct impact folded him over.
Seeing my opening, I hooked his leg joint and collapsed his stance.
A man a head taller than me buckled. The angle was perfect. I seized his face with my palm and—
A deafening crash—!!!
Slammed him into the earth. His body convulsed from the empowered strike.
His head was buried in the ground, yet his body bounced upward. I released my grip on his face, clenched my fist, and—
Boom!!
“Cough!”
Another direct hit to the abdomen.
Blood erupts from the wound.
Following that, his recoil subsided.
“….”
Watching this, I slowly rise to my feet.
Only after creating distance from the bleeding Heavenly Sword. He lay there as if unconscious.
“Stop playing dead and get up.”
“…Cough.”
He coughs at my words.
He raises his upper body.
“Your fists pack quite a punch. I thought I was done for.”
“Nonsense. Forget that and do this properly now.”
“What do you mean? I’ve always been sincere.”
“I’m not interested in games. Use what you can actually do.”
“Hm?”
The Heavenly Sword tilts his head as if confused by my meaning.
At that reaction, I speak with a sigh.
Now that I think about it, I understand. That gleam in his eyes when he looked at me. I’ve seen it somewhere before.
“I’m not letting you steal anything. Use the martial techniques you actually know. This is boring otherwise.”
“….”
At those words, the Heavenly Sword’s expression vanishes.
His face turns cold and sharp.
“Ah.”
The Heavenly Sword’s focused gaze upon me. And his breathing. I wondered where I’d seen it before. Now I understand.
That bastard.
“How did you figure it out?”
He’s like me. No, rather, he’s somewhat different.
The Heavenly Sword’s ability. Unlike my trait of absolute memory, what he possesses is.
‘Mimicry.’
He’s been stealing martial techniques from me.

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