The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 63

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 063
Shwiiik-!
On this rainy day, flashes of light continue to carve lines across the sky.
The azure radiance swept in all directions like a torrent, and its violent undulations even split the rain itself.
“Hah!”
The Young Man drew a deep breath and adjusted his grip on his sword. The moment he settled into his stance, two strikes erupted with brilliant light.
Shwack-! Shwack-!
The two martial artists before him fell, cleaved in two.
The sword was impossibly fast. Under normal circumstances, it would have been shocking, but the Young Man was already pushing off with his toes, moving toward another opponent.
“D-damn it-!”
The cursing martial artist’s neck was severed.
“Curse it all-! Fight back!”
The martial artist attempting to counter soon breathed his last.
Their numbers weren’t overwhelming. At most, there were barely ten of them, but that was still quite a few for two people to face.
No, that wasn’t quite right.
‘…I’m fighting them alone.’
Cheon Euijin had to swallow hard as he watched Do-hyeong dominate the battlefield.
He had already faced several opponents himself, but this was on an entirely different level.
‘So this is Sowoldae….’
Sowoldae, the elite unit known as the pride of Cheonwol Gate.
Do-hyeong, the youngest among them, wielded a sharpness that proved their legendary reputation was no exaggeration.
“P-please spare me-!”
“This can’t-!”
The enemies trembled before Do-hyeong’s overwhelming power and fled.
Even in such circumstances, Do-hyeong refused to let them escape, and Cheon Euijin continued to swing his blade relentlessly.

* * *
After we had completely eliminated every last one of them.
“…Phew.”
Cheon Euijin exhaled a weary sigh. And truthfully, he was exhausted.
How many of them had I survived among?
Cheon Euijin spoke as he moved another corpse aside.
We were currently moving the dead from the village to the center, one by one.
We couldn’t simply leave them as they were.
“…Master, how on earth did this happen?”
Cheon Euijin spoke even as he organized things in sequence.
Combat the moment we arrived without warning.
And it wasn’t even our assigned task.
Our mission was supposed to be simply delivering safely, yet we ended up entangled in this strange situation—something I never anticipated before departure.
On top of that.
“To call them mere bandits would be to underestimate their cultivation level.”
These were clearly martial artists with genuine skill, not a simple raid.
While not at the highest levels, they were undeniably martial artists nonetheless.
And they were a group of martial artists gathered together. Could this truly be considered a simple matter?
Cheon Euijin absolutely did not think so.
Do-hyeong shared this sentiment, his brow furrowed in concern.
Despite the fierce battle, Do-hyeong’s breathing remained perfectly steady.
As Cheon Euijin marveled at this sight.
“Where is Bangseong-yeon?”
At Do-hyeong’s question, I opened my eyes wide.
Right.
I had momentarily forgotten while dealing with the martial artists.
‘That’s right…. Where did Bang Disciple go?’
Bangseong-yeon, who had discovered this situation first—where exactly had he gone?
How had he managed to sense it and rush here first?
The moment Cheon Euijin raised such questions.
“There he is.”
Do-hyeong spotted something and directed his gaze.
Following his words, Cheon Euijin turned his head and saw Bangseong-yeon walking toward us from a distance.
“Bang Disciple.”
Cheon Euijin greeted Bangseong-yeon. But his gaze suddenly fixed on his back.
He was carrying something. Looking closer, it was a child.
The problem was that the child had already stopped breathing.
“A child I could not save. I brought them to be buried together with their parents.”
Bangseong-yeon appeared with a visibly tense expression and spoke thus.
Hearing this, both Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin flinched.
Upon hearing that, I wondered if there might be survivors elsewhere and wanted to check.
“…You don’t need to go.”
Bangseong-yeon spoke while looking at the two men.
“There won’t be any survivors left now.”
His tone was so dry and resolute, and I could feel the certainty that he would never be wrong.
That conviction was so thick and heavy that Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin found themselves unable to speak.

* * *
I headed toward the carriage.
Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin said they would conduct a bit more searching, even though I had spoken.
It seemed odd to stop them, so I didn’t bother to dissuade them.
“…Sigh.”
I exhaled a deep breath.
I had failed to save them after all. Because of that, my chest felt considerably heavy.
Was I suffering from guilt over failing to save the child? No, that wasn’t it.
I had simply rushed in recklessly again, listening only to the ghost’s words, just like in my past life. That was what was eating away at me.
‘I promised myself I wouldn’t do that.’
If I wanted to live differently from my past life, there were parts I absolutely had to change, yet I had failed like a fool.
I raised my hand to wipe my slightly damp forehead.
That’s when.
Tremor—!
My hand was shaking.
“….”
Seeing that, I furrowed my brow. Why was this happening? As I thought quietly, I realized.
‘Ah.’
That’s right. This was the first time I had killed someone.
That must be why my body was acting on its own like this.
I had truly forgotten.
‘In this life, I had never killed anyone before.’
It was a fact I had overlooked.
“….”
I clenched my fists. It was a tremor that would subside in a moment anyway.
I shook my head and moved forward.
I barely reached my destination.
I could see the carriage we had ridden in ahead.
Seeing it, I barely managed my expression and approached.
That’s when.
‘…What is this?’
I had to stop short as I approached the carriage.
‘Why are there so many spirits here?’
A spiritual mark had appeared around the carriage. It hadn’t been there before.
If it had, there’s no way I could have forgotten it.
“Ah. You’ve arrived, Young Master.”
As I cautiously approached the carriage, Chugong greeted me. I prepared to return the courtesy, but—
“…!”
I stopped mid-bow and noticed something.
It was Chugong’s fingers.
‘…What is that?’
His index finger was caked with spiritual marks.
What was that? How did that happen?
What could someone do to accumulate such dense spiritual marks on a single finger?
And moreover—
‘This isn’t from just one person.’
The clarity wasn’t something that could result from one or two marks.
At minimum three souls, possibly four.
A considerable number of spiritual essences were embedded there.
Since the Sword Emperor’s hands bore no such marks before, they must have appeared during his brief visit to the village.
Which meant—
‘…That old man killed someone.’
That was the only logical conclusion.
But that wasn’t all.
‘He killed them around here.’
The spiritual marks on the ground and those on his fingers told me so.
That’s what made my skin crawl.
‘He killed that many and left no trace.’
I could only see it because of the spiritual marks; otherwise, I never would have suspected a thing.
It spoke to how clean and perfect his cleanup had been.
‘So it was true.’
That old man really is the Sword Emperor.
The conviction swept through me. Even if he weren’t the Sword Emperor, he was clearly no ordinary old man.
Thank goodness.
‘Thank goodness I was bowing.’
If I’d been looking at him directly, my expression would have been a disaster.
I lifted my head and composed my face.
“I apologize for suddenly asking you to stop the carriage. Something came up.”
“Oh no, not at all. Of course we should listen to someone of your stature… But then.”
Chugong’s eyes turned toward me.
“Did something happen, Young Master?”
“…No, nothing. I just grew a bit tired, that’s all.”
I smiled faintly and approached the carriage.
I felt Chugong’s gaze upon me but ignored it as I stepped inside.
Click.
The moment I closed the door, I shut my eyes for a brief moment.
It wasn’t a lie. I was truly exhausted.
So much so that I wanted to die, even if just for a moment.

* * *
Time passed, and Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong arrived at the carriage. I opened my eyes as I sensed their presence.
The expressions on the two men’s faces weren’t particularly pleasant either.
It was only natural—we had suddenly engaged in combat, and the reason behind it wasn’t particularly good either.
“Since we don’t have a messenger bird to send a report right now, it seems we’ll need to stop by the current location and contact the Sect.”
That was Do-hyeong speaking.
It was only natural. Since the village was in such a remote location, we would need to travel some distance to inform them of the situation.
“Should we stop by the current location for a while?”
“If possible. Since it’s related to the Heretical Sect, after all.”
At those words, Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong both looked at me.
“…What?”
Why were they looking at me?
What did they expect me to do?
When they stared at me with that strange look, Do-hyeong asked me a question.
“Bangseong-yeon. What are you thinking?”
“Pardon?”
I answered as if bewildered by Do-hyeong’s question.
“…Didn’t you just decide that?”
He said we should go to the current location and report. If the person in charge, Do-hyeong, said so, then that’s what we do. What else?
When I said it in that sense, Do-hyeong’s eyes widened slightly.
“Ah.”
Why was he surprised…?
It looked like he had belatedly realized that he was the one in charge.
“Senior…?”
“Let’s go.”
It was a command that came far too late.
“Then, should we head to the nearest current location first?”
Chugong spoke after hearing our conversation.
“Yes, please take us to where the Martial Alliance Branch is located.”
“Ah yes, understood. I’ll depart right away.”
After hearing Cheon Euijin’s response, Chugong began preparing to move.
“…But still, what on earth was that all about?”
Cheon Euijin spoke in that gap.
“It surely wasn’t just a simple bandit attack. I’m curious where they came from and what reason they had for starting this.”
Do-hyeong nodded.
Where and for what reason.
That was what they were curious about.
As I listened quietly to them,
“You two gentlemen—”
I asked them what I had wanted to know.
“Do you perhaps know anything about a place called Pacheongung?”
Clatter—!
The carriage lurched forward with my words.
But unlike usual, I felt a somewhat rough jolt.
“Pacheongung… you say?”
Cheon Euijin looked at Do-hyeong, his expression asking if he knew anything about it.
“I have no idea.”
Do-hyeong shook his head as if hearing it for the first time.
“Is that so?”
I nodded. They genuinely seemed not to know, and I hadn’t really expected them to anyway.
It would be nice if they knew, but it didn’t matter if they didn’t.
That was all there was to it.
‘These two don’t seem like complete nobodies, though….’
My intuition was telling me that.
It was certain they were connected to the Heretical Sect as Do-hyeong had said, but something felt off to dismiss them as mere ruffians.
And also.
‘What could it be.’
I glanced sideways at the Sword Emperor without turning my gaze directly toward him.
His reaction just now.
The subtle shift in atmosphere the moment I mentioned Pacheongung was peculiar.
‘Does he know?’
Did he know something?
If so, that meant Pacheongung was either famous or dangerous enough for the Sword Emperor to know about it.
‘…That’s not good.’
Why would such an organization wipe out a remote village like this?
It deeply bothered me.
‘Even though it’s remote, there’s a Current Location nearby, and Sichuan isn’t far off.’
An awkward location for causing trouble.
Yet they committed this act despite knowing that full well.
‘Either they were confident they wouldn’t be discovered.’
Or.
‘They didn’t care even if they were discovered.’
It seemed like one of the two.
‘The fact that Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong defeated them all means they weren’t that strong.’
Of course, even if Do-hyeong was from Sowoldae and counted as quite a formidable master, it was still the same.
Then, despite these complications, what exactly was the reason for touching that small village?
“….”
I pondered that question.
In truth, I had a vague sense of the reason.
I had already heard it directly from him.
‘Pacheongung… Pacheongung….’
‘Dokjon’s… secret….’
“….”
Two things spilled from the lips of that wretch who begged so desperately to be killed.
The answer to the question of who you all were.
And the answer to why you committed such atrocities.
‘…Ah, what a nuisance.’
It was clearly ominous. It felt like I had heard something I shouldn’t have. Pacheongung was one thing, but….
Dokjon’s secret.
That word he spoke—it caught on me.
And the fact that I was heading toward the Dang Clan of all places made it worse.
‘I hope nothing happens and I don’t get entangled in this.’
I wanted to do what I needed to do and slip away quietly.
Though I wished for it so earnestly.
“….”
An uncomfortable feeling continued to gnaw at me.
For some reason, I was also bothered by the quiet old man.
‘Sigh.’
I exhaled inwardly and covered my eyes with my hand.
I didn’t understand any of it, and I needed to rest for now.
Thinking that way, I closed my eyes.
Yet even then, my hands continued to tremble.
Meanwhile, the carriage pushed relentlessly through the rain without pause.

* * *
As time passed and the seasons began to change.
“We have arrived.”
We finally reached Sichuan, where the Dang Clan resided.

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