The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 62

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 062
[Hmm….]
From the direction of the residence’s crumbled roof, Yoo Cheon-gil’s eyes gleamed as he surveyed the situation.
It was truly a powder keg waiting to ignite.
Bangseong-yeon was wrapping his aura around his blade as if consumed by fury.
His opponent, meanwhile, maintained his composure while wearing an expression of considerable bewilderment.
[What in the world is he doing?]
Even watching this, I was filled with questions.
What could possibly be driving him to such foolishness?
[It doesn’t suit him at all.]
A man who always calculated profit and preferred to avoid unnecessary risks—why was he suddenly throwing caution to the wind? Yoo Cheon-gil simply could not comprehend it.
[Hmm.]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s gaze shifted downward, toward the child lying beneath the straw, no longer breathing.
The reason Bangseong-yeon had rushed here was likely because of that child.
That would explain why he had suddenly abandoned the carriage and charged forward.
[…What is it?]
What could possibly drive him to act so unexpectedly?
[He didn’t seem like the type overflowing with righteous conviction.]
Though such men did exist from time to time.
Those who, regardless of their own strength, would recklessly throw themselves into danger whenever the weak faced peril.
Across all eras, there were those who became heroes if they survived such moments, or met a dog’s death if they didn’t.
[I thought he wasn’t one of them.]
I had believed Bangseong-yeon was different from that archetype.
His nature diverged from those I had observed before.
In the kindest interpretation, he was a man who shrewdly pursued profit without unnecessary loss.
In the harshest, he was a man who thought only of himself.
Yoo Cheon-gil did not judge him harshly.
Men like him would survive longer than those without strength who acted beyond their station.
From my perspective, Bangseong-yeon’s survival was advantageous.
That was certainly what I had believed.
[This is not favorable.]
Had there been an aspect I failed to anticipate?
Yoo Cheon-gil’s brow furrowed.
My prediction had gone awry. I never expected him to act so recklessly, and with such fury no less.
[Why?]
What had provoked Bangseong-yeon? Though I could not understand it, there was something else I needed to observe first.
And so.
[Can he win?]
Could Bangseong-yeon defeat his opponent now?
I watched carefully to discern the answer.
[Hmm.]
The Bald Man’s realm was roughly first-class.
Bangseong-yeon, by comparison, was second-class.
While the difference in realm was said to be absolute for martial artists, it wasn’t entirely without possibility.
However, this could be viewed differently when one possessed multiple advantages like Bangseong-yeon did.
But could it truly be said that Bangseong-yeon understood this?
[Doubtful.]
Yoo Cheon-gil found it difficult to believe.
Normally, I would judge there to be a possibility… but.
[Not now.]
Yoo Cheon-gil denied it firmly.
If it were the Bangseong-yeon I knew, it might have been possible.
His emotional fluctuations were minimal, of course. If he were a man whose mind worked quickly enough, it might have been possible, but.
Not now.
Bangseong-yeon was consumed by rage, drowning in emotion.
There was no way rational thought could occur.
Had that been possible, he wouldn’t have started this in the first place.
[Hmmmm…]
Because of this, Yoo Cheon-gil deliberated all the more.
[Should I step in?]
Should I go to Bangseong-yeon and handle this for him?
Or should I observe for now?
If I merely watch, something terrible seems bound to happen…
Such thoughts flickered continuously, but before long, Yoo Cheon-gil nodded.
[Let’s watch for now?]
The deliberation was brief.
It would be a shame if he died like this.
[That’s about all it amounts to.]
I hold no attachment to it.
So Yoo Cheon-gil watched Bangseong-yeon with interest.
[Well then, let’s see what you can do.]
What will you show me in this situation?
Since he was always different from my expectations, Yoo Cheon-gil naturally felt anticipation building.
At that moment.
Combat began.
Bangseong-yeon moved first.
Whoosh—!! He draws his blade.
Bangseong-yeon’s sword bores into the man, but the man evades the attack by shifting his body.
A subtle change flickers across the evading man’s face.
Seeing this, Yoo Cheon-gil smirked.
[A sense came to me.]
The enemy was perceptive enough.
Cruder than expected.
Slower than anticipated.
It must be what the man facing Bangseong-yeon’s blade felt.
As if to prove it, confusion mingled into his expression.
He must be wondering why someone from Sowoldae was this mediocre.
Whoosh—! Slash, slash—!
Bangseong-yeon continued without pause, thrusting his blade relentlessly.
“…What is this.”
The man kept evading the attacks, and vitality gradually kindled in his expression.
Then.
“You.”
Crack—!
The man who seized Bangseong-yeon’s wrist laughed savagely and spoke.
“You’re weak….”
Crash—!
“Kugh!?”
The man speaking stumbled backward.
The moment his wrist was grabbed, Bangseong-yeon flung dirt into the face of the man who had drawn close.
The man who took it directly in the eyes faltered.
[Heh.]
Seeing this, Yoo Cheon-gil let out a hollow laugh.
[…When did he?]
Dirt was suddenly clenched in Bangseong-yeon’s hand.
Even Yoo Cheon-gil hadn’t noticed this.
When could it have been? As Yoo Cheon-gil recalled it.
[…Ah.]
His eyes gleamed as if he understood something.
[It was then.]
The moment when he had told her to duck, saying it was dangerous.
Bangseong-yeon had grabbed the dirt from the ground while cradling the child and ducking down.
[Hahaha. Look at this man.]
The smile that had vanished from Yoo Cheon-gil’s face bloomed anew as he grasped the situation.
At the same time, Yoo Cheon-gil looked at Bangseong-yeon’s face.
It was serene.
Bangseong-yeon had erased every trace of the fury he’d displayed moments before, his expression now composed and calm as always.
[This mad bastard.]
Seeing this, Yoo Cheon-gil felt chills run down his spine.
Even that rage had been an act.
To tear his gaze away from the soil clutched in his own hand.
And to make him aware that he was consumed by emotion.
Bangseong-yeon had orchestrated this performance with that very intention.
And that…
[Even I was deceived.]
He had even fooled Yoo Cheon-gil, who had been watching everything.
[Hahahahahaha–!]
Yoo Cheon-gil burst into uncontrollable laughter.
[I severely underestimated you.]
He admitted it.
I had been grossly underestimating Bangseong-yeon.
I had long known he was broken in some way.
But I never imagined he would be this grotesque.
Never to this extent.
Yoo Cheon-gil’s eyes blazed like fire as he glared at Bangseong-yeon.
[Fine, then. What will you do now?]
Having deceived both the enemy and Yoo Cheon-gil to create an opening, what would he do now?
That was what Yoo Cheon-gil was curious about.
[The opening is brief. You must act.]
The opening created by soil was far too fleeting. A first-rate martial artist would open their eyes in an instant, and if Bangseong-yeon hesitated for even a moment, he would die.
[But can you actually do it?]
Bangseong-yeon had never killed a person before.
That was what Yoo Cheon-gil believed.
In fact, Bangseong-yeon himself had said he had never killed anyone.
Could such a man truly use a fatal strike against his opponent in that brief opening–
Thud–!!
“Gack!”
[What?]
Something pierced through the man’s throat.
Bangseong-yeon’s blade.
Spurt–! Blood sprayed forth.
“Kugh… ugh…”
The man flailed his hands desperately, but Bangseong-yeon swept his leg out, toppling the staggering man.
Crash–!! The massive body fell with surprising ease.
And into the heart of that fallen giant.
푸우욱—!!
Bangseong-yeon drove his blade deep.
“Kugh… ugh… ack.”
With both vital points pierced—throat and heart—the man’s body trembled violently shortly after falling.
And the light drained from his eyes.
[A sigh.]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s lips curled upward at the sight.
He was already smiling, but now it had become terrifying.
Yoo Cheon-gil observed Bangseong-yeon and reached a certainty.
[This one harbors quite a few secrets.]
A wet, tearing sound.
Bangseong-yeon drew his blade from the man’s heart, scattering blood in its wake.
“….”
Even then, Bangseong-yeon’s expression remained impassive.
Eyes devoid of trembling, devoid of guilt—cold and unfeeling.
A gaze that made it impossible to believe he had just killed for the first time.
The lifeless body gradually grew cold, draining of vitality.
Blood streamed freely from the wound that had opened in his neck.
“….”
At this, Bangseong-yeon approached the corpse.
[Hmm?]
Yoo Cheon-gil tilted his head at the sight. What reason could there be to approach it further?
He watched, his mind filled with questions.
Bangseong-yeon placed his hand upon the dead man’s forehead.
“…ni… gu… ah….”
He whispered in a voice so faint that even Yoo Cheon-gil could not hear it.
In that moment.
-Kiiiiieeeee…!!
[…What?]
Something erupted from the man’s body.
Yoo Cheon-gil’s eyes widened to the size of lanterns.
A man had burst forth from the man’s body.
[What is that.]
A semi-transparent form of a man. It was as if—
[A ghost?]
It was identical to the ghosts Yoo Cheon-gil had seen before.
Which meant—
[He… extracted a ghost?]
He had summoned a ghost from the dead body.
And that was not all.
-Kiiiiieeeee…!!!
“Silence.”
-…!!!
At Bangseong-yeon’s single word, the ghost’s mouth snapped shut.
A wet, crackling sound. The hand holding the ghost trembled.
The ghost silently screams in agony.
Watching this, Bangseong-yeon spoke.
“That’s what I told you.”
The eyes of Bangseong-yeon as he spoke were
“Even in death, you will never truly die.”
Cold enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

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“Ugh!”
A man moved hurriedly through the darkness.
His arm seemed injured as he clutched his shoulder, and blood dripping from his fingertips revealed his dire condition.
Drip—! Drip—!
Rain was falling harder with each passing moment.
The situation was deteriorating by the second.
Yet the man ran like a madman through it all.
“Damn it—!”
Curses spilled from his lips.
“Where the hell did those bastards suddenly come from…!!”
He’d been told it was just an ordinary village with nothing to worry about—gather intelligence, eliminate witnesses, and escape.
Everything had gone terribly wrong.
‘Of all times, the combat unit had to be gone.’
The assault team had already completed their mission and vanished.
Only the lower-ranking members remained.
And of all moments, it had to be now…
‘Sowoldae—!’
The monsters known as the elite of Cheonwol Gate.
Even headquarters had warned them to avoid any entanglement with those creatures.
Yet here he was, a mere foot soldier, facing them.
“Ugh…”
He had to warn someone about this situation no matter what.
‘I survived somehow.’
He’d abandoned his comrades and barely escaped. Now he had to find the combat unit and report what had happened.
‘Where? How…?’
As the man scanned his surroundings desperately, he suddenly spotted something.
A carriage.
“…There it is!”
He stopped running and changed direction.
The heavens had surely blessed him. The man could only think this way.
There was even a horse, and from what he could see, someone appeared to be sitting in the coachman’s seat.
The man drew his blade upon seeing this.
I coerced the coachman into departing as planned. Once we reached our destination, I intended to kill him and dispose of the body.
To accomplish this, I lunged toward the coachman first.
“Hey—! If you don’t want to die, then right now—.”
The man could not finish the words he had begun to speak.
Thwack.
Thud-thud-thud.
His head severed in mid-air, and his running body staggered forward several steps before collapsing.
Blood poured from the headless corpse.
The Old Man sitting on the coachman’s bench did not shift his gaze, no matter what sounds reached his ears.
Even as a man died with his head cleanly severed, he showed not the slightest interest.
He simply stared ahead with eyes cold as winter frost.
And that gaze was directed toward none other than where Bangseong-yeon stood.
“How intriguing.”
The one-armed Old Man spoke in a withered voice.
At his words, the horses nearby made no sound.
“How did he perceive it?”
How had he sensed the presence from such a distance?
Even I merely felt an oddness, yet how did that young man manage to detect it?
The Old Man pondered this, recalling the face of a certain unremarkable fellow.
“Does this mean he is not entirely worthless?”
As he spoke these words, the Old Man’s expression shifted.
I had been prepared to simply kill him.
But perhaps.
It seemed I should observe him further for now.

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