The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 77

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 077
“…Brother.”
The moment Dang Yeeran saw Dok-ryong, her brow furrowed.
Observing her reaction, I sensed an odd tension in the air.
‘What is this?’
I’d heard earlier that Dang Yeeran had submitted a request for the training grounds… but Dok-ryong being here suggested something had gone awry.
As that question formed in my mind.
Dang Yeeran spoke to Dok-ryong.
“…What are you doing here?”
Watching her reaction, I became certain. Something was definitely wrong.
Dok-ryong finished his arm movement and answered Dang Yeeran’s question.
“Can’t you see? I was training.”
“That’s not what I mean—why are you training now? This time slot was supposed to be reserved for me.”
A subtle edge crept into Dang Yeeran’s tone.
I was somewhat taken aback by her voice. It was unlike anything I’d heard from her before.
At her words, Dok-ryong glanced at her with a slight movement.
“You were never interested in training anyway, were you?”
“…That’s not the point. I submitted the request myself, so that’s why I’m saying this.”
“Is that why you brought an outsider who isn’t even clan blood?”
“….”
At Dok-ryong’s words, Dang Yeeran froze momentarily.
‘Oh dear.’
Seeing her reaction, I exhaled silently.
From Dang Yeeran’s response, it appeared that bringing us here was indeed a problem.
“That is….”
“Enough.”
Just as Dang Yeeran was about to say something, Dok-ryong cut her off.
“You were probably just planning to run away again with some foolish excuse.”
At his words, Dang Yeeran’s delicate brow creased deeply.
Yet Dok-ryong showed no sign of stopping.
“You should be ashamed. How much longer do you intend to live like this?”
“….”
Faced with Dok-ryong’s rebuke, Dang Yeeran could not respond.
Her lips remained sealed, showing no intention of opening again. She seemed ready to argue moments before, but it died away far too quickly.
And seeing this, Dok-ryong clicked his tongue briefly.
“Tsk. How foolish….”
Regarding Dang Yeeran with disdain, Dok-ryong moved.
He was slowly approaching her.
“As I’ve always said, whether you indulge in amusements or abandon your duties to chase foolish dreams—I care not.”
As Dok-ryong spoke with each step forward, I could see Dang Yeeran’s small shoulders flinch.
“I’m genuinely curious how much longer you intend to embarrass us. Well? Are you following the Lord of the Clan’s will?”
“…That is.”
“You’re not following it. You never have.”
His tone suggested he already knew the answer without hearing it.
Or perhaps, a palpable disgust that he didn’t even wish to discuss it further.
And that wasn’t all. Dok-ryong continued his barrage without pause.
“Your inability to decide on anything, your pathetic indecision, your cowardly escape from reality—it’s all utterly repulsive every time I see it.”
“…”
“Sister.”
Dok-ryong passed lightly by Dang Yeeran, tapping her shoulder gently as he went.
“Do understand your place. There’s nothing someone like you can accomplish right now.”
“…”
At his cold, forceful tone, Dang Yeeran glared at Dok-ryong.
Meeting her gaze, Dok-ryong merely smirked.
“What? Don’t like what I’m saying? Then draw your blade. I’ll be delighted to oblige.”
If you’re upset, come at me.
That was roughly what he meant.
Dok-ryong spoke with supreme confidence, while Dang Yeeran could only bite her lip in response.
“Hmph. Fool.”
Unsatisfied with her reaction, Dok-ryong dismissed her and walked past.
Thwack—! He even struck her shoulder as he departed.
And then.
Dok-ryong’s gaze turned toward me.
“…”
Our eyes met.
Just as I knew who he was, Dok-ryong surely knew who I was as well.
Yet.
“Tsk.”
He clicked his tongue sharply.
Then.
“Never thought you’d be trailing behind some woman, let alone someone beneath your station.”
He spat out something contemptuous without warning. His tone carried the same disdain he’d directed at Dang Yeeran moments before.
This bastard?
I tilted my head and questioned him.
“Are you speaking to me?”
“Well, who else do you think I’m looking at?”
“I’m not blind, so I wouldn’t fail to notice. I was simply asking out of doubt.”
I met Dok-ryong’s eyes with force.
“I had faith that one of the Seven Heroes wouldn’t be this foolish.”
“…What?”
Upon hearing my words, Dok-ryong’s eyes turned fierce and menacing.
His already sharp gaze grew even more contorted with rage.
“What did you just say?”
Dok-ryong reacted as though he’d misheard me. Seeing that, I let out a soft chuckle and opened my mouth.
“You treat me like a blind fool, yet it seems your ears aren’t working so well either?”
“…Huh?”
“Want me to repeat myself?”
I leaned my head forward while maintaining our locked gaze.
The distance between Dok-ryong and me had grown considerably closer.
“You’re an idiot.”
The moment those words left my lips, the air around us turned bitterly cold.
Dang Yeeran, who had been watching, widened her eyes in alarm.
Though I couldn’t see him, I felt Do-hyeong’s hand moving toward his sword.
Dok-ryong was no different. His eyes narrowed to slits, and a murderous aura began to emanate from him.
“Do you realize who you’re speaking to?”
His frigid voice invaded my ears.
Hearing that, I found it unexpected. I thought he’d explode into rage immediately.
He truly was Dokuou’s son, it seemed.
Recognizing that, I spoke to him.
“I know well enough. But it seems you’re the one who doesn’t know something.”
“What?”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Ha.”
A sneer appeared on Dok-ryong’s face.
“You came seeking me out knowing I’m the Sword Saint’s successor, didn’t you?”
“You know well.”
“…Are you mocking me?”
“No, I’m just curious.”
That someone who knew exactly who I was…
“Yet knowing all that, why do you act so foolishly?”
Crack.
Dok-ryong clenched his fist.
The sound was loud enough to hear just how hard he was gripping.
“If you continue to speak carelessly, you’ll find yourself in trouble. Do you not know where you are?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Words spoken carelessly lead to trouble, so why do you keep doing it?”
We’d both long since abandoned pretense. I was trying to exercise restraint, but he kept scratching at wounds that weren’t even there.
So I spoke to him with an expression of utter bewilderment.
“You two can handle your sibling rivalry however you want, but why are you dragging me into this mess? Are you bored?”
“You bastard…!”
“Otherwise it makes no sense… Even if someone’s thick-headed, it shouldn’t be like this. You’re acting like a child.”
[Step back.]
My body moved before my mind could finish speaking, reacting to the voice I heard.
I retreated with my left foot while pulling my upper body backward.
In that instant.
Whoosh—!
Something brushed past my neck. It was Dok-ryong’s hand.
He had tried to seize me by the collar.
When he failed, bewilderment flickered across his eyes. It was the look of someone who never expected to miss.
Seeing that, I spoke.
“This is absurd.”
I spoke with derision, but internally I was equally flustered.
I hadn’t seen his hand. If Yoo Cheon-gil hadn’t warned me, I would have been caught.
That meant his hand was that fast.
“What are you doing?”
I questioned him sharply, but Dok-ryong only stared at his own hand.
Then he changed his expression and spoke to me.
“Were you hiding your strength?”
“….”
How could I have strength to hide? It seemed he had misunderstood something from my recent action.
“So your claim of obtaining Socheongeom wasn’t a lie.”
As he reasoned to himself, rationality returned to Dok-ryong’s eyes, which had been growing increasingly emotional.
“Why, are you planning to change your attitude now that you think there’s something to you?”
Despite my words spoken with a smile, Dok-ryong simply stared at me quietly.
“My grandfather said so.”
He suddenly brought up his grandfather.
“That it was his regret never having a proper match against the Sword Saint.”
“…What?”
[What?]
At Dok-ryong’s words, not only I but Yoo Cheon-gil watching from behind reacted with a peculiar expression.
“…What are you suddenly saying.”
“Even after a hundred battles, he said it was so frustrating that no clear victor emerged.”
“….”
If they fought a hundred times with no decisive outcome.
Did that mean it was fifty-fifty?
At those words, I glanced at Yoo Cheon-gil.
[Heh heh…? Heh heh heh heh…???]
His condition didn’t look good.
Especially when he laughed like that—it was most dangerous.
And sure enough.
[What? No clear victor?]
A low, menacing growl rumbled forth as my face twisted with rage, trembling violently.
[What nonsense is this madman spouting? There’s no such thing as a draw–!!]
Uuuooogh–!
As Yoo Cheon-gil raised his voice thunderously, my shoulders tingled with the force of it.
[That fool has fought me a hundred times and never won even once, yet he dares spread such ridiculous rumors and die!?]
As if deeply wronged, Yoo Cheon-gil thrashed about desperately.
[A wretch who could do nothing and always took beatings, crawling on the ground–!! What tongue did he use to speak such lies!]
With that massive body convulsing in mid-air, my mind was thrown into complete chaos.
“…Well… yes.”
Struggling to regain my composure, I spoke to Dok-ryong.
“What I heard was somewhat different from that.”
“…What do you mean, different?”
“Dokjon fought a hundred times and never defeated the Sword Saint even once. He couldn’t do anything at all and only collapsed to the ground, or so I heard?”
[That’s right. Those are the correct words.]
At my words, Yoo Cheon-gil clapped his hands as if praising me.
His delight was quite unsightly, but this time I needed to use it as well.
With such intent, I opened my mouth.
“…Now.”
Ssssshhh.
‘…it is.’
Without realizing it, I nearly rubbed my arm.
A chilling sensation was sweeping in from somewhere.
As that cold gradually rose to its peak.
“How dare you–!”
Dok-ryong erupted in response.
“How dare you… insult my Grandfather!”
“I’m not insulting him, I’m just repeating what I heard….”
“You’ve finally crossed the line.”
“….”
It was clear my words were no longer reaching his ears.
Who was the one crossing lines since earlier, yet he acts like this.
Sssrk.
Dok-ryong suddenly grasped something in his hand. It appeared to be a curved blade.
“You seem quite full of yourself for defeating Socheongeom. Know your place.”
“…Hmm….”
I scratched my head.
Certainly, this Namgung fellow and Dok-ryong were different.
The martial spirit emanating from them differed from the start.
The Seven Heroes.
A title given to the greatest geniuses among countless prodigies of the later generation.
Socheongeom may be called a brilliant prodigy, but even so, he never made it into the Seven Heroes.
Dok-ryong standing before me, however, was different.
‘Seven Heroes.’
He was one of those rare geniuses spoken of alongside Wol Muhui.
“Draw your sword at once. I’ll make you answer for the words you’ve spoken.”
Such a man now wore an expression twisted with fury.
Ordinarily, I might have expected fear to grip me first, thinking the situation hopeless.
“…Ah, that’s not such a good idea.”
Yet strangely, I felt no fear at all.
The sensation was different from when I faced Dokuou.
“Why not reconsider?”
“Why? Are you growing afraid even now?”
“…No, it’s not quite that.”
I spoke out of genuine concern.
But Dok-ryong seemed unable to comprehend.
Then.
[Listen here.]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice crackled with intensity as he spoke to me.
[Step aside quickly. I have pressing matters to discuss with that blood-soaked fool.]
Hearing that, I wiped my face.
It seemed peace would elude us once again.

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