The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 60

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 060
Several days had passed since we began our journey to Sichuan.
The carriage had barely escaped Anhui and now wound through a winding forest path.
No matter which direction I looked, all I could see were dense trees, and the landscape shifted constantly in an instant.
Despite the considerable speed and rough terrain, my worries proved unfounded—the interior of the carriage was far more peaceful than expected.
How was this even possible?
This damned road was a mess even to someone like me who knew nothing about carriages.
The reason became immediately apparent—it was the man driving the horses.
Whiiiing—!
“Hyah—!”
The Old Man handled the horses skillfully with his single arm.
Remarkably, the horses moved naturally in response to his touch.
‘So it wasn’t a lie.’
The Old Man. Just as Chudong had said himself, he drove the carriage magnificently.
Truly, exceptionally well.
‘Impressive.’
It was remarkable. How could he handle the horses so skillfully with only one arm?
Watching him made me want to admire his skill.
As I quietly marveled at the sight,
“How is your body feeling?” Chudong called out, looking into the carriage.
Chudong spoke to us from outside the carriage.
Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin in front didn’t respond to his words.
Seeing that, I cursed inwardly and spoke up.
“Yes, it’s wonderful. Sir. Since you’ve made us so comfortable, it couldn’t be better.”
“Hehehehe. Thank you for saying so.”
“Hahaha. Not at all.”
I forced myself to laugh in response to Chudong’s words. Damn it, my face felt like it might cramp.
I had to force a smile while conversing with Chudong, and since he only spoke to me, I ended up doing all the talking myself.
At first, Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong had participated in the conversation, but now they’d dumped it all on me.
‘Damn it.’
I was already stressed to death, and this made it even harder.
“And… since you keep speaking so formally, this old man finds it quite uncomfortable… You needn’t be so stiff in your speech.”
“…No, I couldn’t possibly do that. How could I be so presumptuous?”
What kind of punishment would the Sword Emperor inflict if I spoke casually?
It was unthinkable.
‘What exactly is this old man’s goal?’
It was full of questions.
Over these past few days, whenever I saw the Sword Emperor, I couldn’t help but wonder.
‘Is it really just escort duty or surveillance?’
Why would such a supreme master as the Sword Emperor need to bow his head to me while merely playing the role of a carriage driver?
Moreover.
‘Why the Sword Emperor suddenly disappeared and is now inexplicably doing this here.’
No matter how I looked at it, the situation was utterly absurd, yet there was no way to unravel it.
Honestly, since there was at least someone I could ask, I thought I’d figure it out quickly.
I had overlooked the most crucial part.
[Kekeke.]
That person I could ask was anything but normal.
Yoo Cheon-gil, sitting in the empty seat beside me and laughing.
I had to furrow my brow at the sight of him.
‘Stop laughing and actually explain something.’
Yoo Cheon-gil had worn that expression ever since boarding the carriage.
His lips curled upward in obvious amusement.
Even his voice as he looked at me was filled with mockery.
It was infuriating beyond measure, but what irritated me even more was.
‘Why won’t he explain?’
Clearly, the moment Yoo Cheon-gil saw the Sword Emperor, he reacted as if he knew something, yet no matter how much I asked afterward, he just kept doing this.
What did he say at first?
‘That he didn’t know yet and would look into it.’
Could it be that he’s already figured everything out but simply won’t tell me?
Watching his attitude, that’s what I began to suspect.
‘No, that can’t be it.’
Unless he’d truly lost his mind, there’s no way he’d do this.
He even forgot about asking me to investigate his own death, and now he won’t explain just because he finds it amusing?
‘This is driving me insane.’
Though I wanted to believe otherwise, I had my doubts. This old man was perfectly capable of such behavior.
The only thing he did tell me was that the coachman was indeed the Sword Emperor.
Just that.
That was the extent of the information Yoo Cheon-gil provided.
‘So what this old man is really saying is….’
The coachman is indeed the Sword Emperor, but figure out why he’s like this without knowing his intention or cause—just read the situation.
That’s roughly what he meant.
‘…Damn it.’
A curse couldn’t help but escape.
“The weather seems particularly overcast today.”
“Ha ha…. Yes, indeed it does.”
In this awkward and uncomfortable situation, I was supposed to read the Sword Emperor’s mood too?
‘You bastards, say something—anything.’
I glared at Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin, but it changed nothing.
Do-hyeong was naturally taciturn, so he said nothing in particular.
Cheon Euijin, for whatever reason, simply stared out the window with a completely vacant expression.
In other words.
‘Only I can answer to the Sword Emperor.’
Those two fools had no idea Chudong was the Sword Emperor, which meant I was the only one capable of handling this situation.
‘Damn it….’
Because of that, even after several days had passed, I continued building an awkward rapport with Chudong.
“I’m afraid we’ll need to make camp only after crossing the mountain path today… I hope that’s acceptable to you all.”
Since “you all” really meant just me, I quickly nodded my head.
“Yes. Please proceed as you see fit. We’re all fine with it.”
I answered swiftly without a moment’s hesitation.
Part of me didn’t dare refuse. The other part acknowledged that Chudong handled things well enough that there was nothing to criticize.
Or maybe not. To be honest, the former concern seemed to account for about seventy percent of my reluctance.
‘…Besides, the weather’s overcast anyway, so we won’t make much progress.’
No matter how well the Sword Emperor—or rather, Chudong—managed the journey, if rain fell here, things would become problematic. This decision was the right one.
I gazed out the window at the endlessly shifting landscape.
‘How much further do we have to go?’
How much distance remained until Sichuan? Probably still quite a ways.
‘Which means I’ll have to endure this miserable time for much longer.’
My expression naturally twisted into a frown.
‘As if I didn’t already have Taishan to worry about….’
I was barely managing to keep my mind occupied with daily tasks, and I didn’t want to waste energy worrying about this on top of everything else.
‘Sigh….’
I exhaled quietly and narrowed my eyes.
At first, I looked up at the sky. Even though it was only just past noon, dark clouds hung so thickly that everything appeared murky and dim.
Staring at it quietly, I bit my lip.
This was the weather I hated most.
‘There’s too much yin energy.’
Dark clouds hanging in daylight. The sun hidden by them generates far more yin energy than night itself.
The natural vital force that should be present disappears, and other things fill that void instead.
Because of that.
‘Spirits are everywhere.’
Things that shouldn’t be visible appeared between the landscape.
‘How irritating.’
Just looking at them made my mood sour.
To put it excessively, I even felt nauseous.
This is why I never travel on rainy days or when dark clouds gather.
And unfortunately, today was one of the worse ones.
‘At least they won’t be able to approach me.’
Normally, troublesome incidents wouldn’t be surprising, but I had a talisman.
I shifted my gaze to Do-hyeong.
‘…Right. A guardian spirit is the answer.’
Brilliant light spiraled around the expressionless Do-hyeong in endless circles.
With that present, even mediocre spirits wouldn’t dare approach within a mile of him.
So I suppose that was something to be grateful for.
I could at least send him off with a slightly easier mind.
‘What exactly is that thing?’
Even as I observed Do-hyeong’s Guardian Spirit, I had to voice my doubts.
As I mentioned before, that’s a Mountain God-class Guardian Spirit.
What could possibly warrant such a Guardian Spirit to attach itself to someone like him?
‘Does this man have something hidden as well?’
Perhaps a concealed past.
Or secrets of bloodline known only to himself.
Could he possess something like that?
Thinking thus, I nodded to myself.
‘Then, I absolutely must not dig deeper.’
It looked like nothing but troublesome, exhausting business.
I would simply keep him at my side with appropriate courtesy, treat him like a talisman, and quietly distance myself once my purpose was served.
‘For now, I’ll keep him nearby.’
I would maintain his presence when needed, but refrain from prying beyond necessity.
This was the core principle I had established for dealing with Do-hyeong.

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As the dark clouds grew heavier and the world took on a gray hue.
We finally managed to escape the mountain path.
“Young masters, we’ve passed through the mountain road, so I’ll reduce our pace now.”
Screeeech—!
Chudong spoke while gradually slowing the carriage’s speed.
This also meant we would soon arrive at our intended campsite.
If I recalled correctly, a grassland suitable for rest should appear shortly ahead.
According to Chudong, there was a small village nearby.
But there was no need to rest in such a place during a covert mission, so we decided to pass it by.
Thus, as we reduced speed and continued in the carriage.
—Please….
—Someone, anyone…! Listen to me…!
“Mm….”
Words reaching my ears began to trigger a headache.
‘Slowing down makes this damn worse.’
When we were moving faster, it was manageable, but the moment we slowed, it became a problem.
Things I had barely heard and seen before now came into sharp focus.
It wasn’t dangerous enough to be concerning—just a slight headache, and as always, ignoring it would suffice.
The dark clouds had increased the frequency, but in reality, there was no actual danger.
As I mentioned just now, ignoring them is all it takes.
‘As long as it’s not someone like Yoo Cheon-gil, it’s not impossible.’
Ignoring ghosts was never difficult for me.
This time was no exception.
‘Just endure it a little longer.’
Headaches or whatever—I just needed to bear through it.
If I made my discomfort obvious, new problems would inevitably arise, so I just needed to hold on for a moment.
Thinking that way, I was doing my best to appear fine.
-Please… Please… Please save me…!
There was a voice that grated on my ears in particular.
Unlike the other spirits, it wasn’t murky—it was far clearer instead.
One might even mistake it for a living person rather than a ghost.
-Please… Just, just once. Please save me just once…!!
I kept my gaze forward while observing.
It was indeed a ghost, but there was a reason for my confusion.
‘It’s a Saengryeong.’
A Saengryeong is the spirit of one who hasn’t yet died but will soon.
Technically, there’s no real difference from a ghost, but if I had to distinguish…
‘They don’t know they’re dead.’
It was a state where death hadn’t been recognized.
This was the Saengryeong of a woman.
Having discerned that much, I turned my gaze away.
‘Getting involved would be troublesome.’
If she’d already become a Saengryeong, it was too late.
-Please… I beg you.
Since she was essentially already dead, there was no reason to stop the carriage in this weather.
-Please… If this continues… if this continues….
So I should just ignore it and go—
-My child is dying…! Please, save my child…!!!
“Stop the carriage.”
“Yes?”
Chudong stopped the carriage in surprise.
Thud—!
“Bang Disciple…!?”
I leaped out of the carriage immediately.

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