The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 78

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 078
A situation on the brink of eruption.
Dok-ryong looked ready to plunge a dagger into my throat at any moment.
He was radiating a murderous aura, and from the expression on his face, he appeared absolutely furious.
‘Hmm….’
I scratched my cheek while meeting his gaze.
What should I do with this man? I pondered briefly.
‘What do you mean what should I do.’
The answer had already been decided.
It wasn’t that I would do something.
[I should teach him a lesson….]
Behind me, Yoo Cheon-gil was muttering with blazing eyes.
It was his task to carry out.
‘…Tsk.’
It was clear he intended to use my body to settle this.
[Get out of the way, quickly.]
I glared at Dok-ryong with reluctant eyes.
Since I hadn’t lent him my body for a while, the duration this time would likely be considerable.
The fact that Yoo Cheon-gil desired this so intensely meant, in other words.
‘He’s confident.’
If I lent him my body, he could even defeat the Seven Killers.
That certainty was why he was acting this way.
The problem was.
‘If I win by fighting Dok-ryong, would that really be fine.’
A brief moment of deliberation.
What would I gain from fighting Dok-ryong here?
Dokuou had said I could fight whenever I wished.
‘Right now, we’re in a transaction.’
Currently, I had something to obtain from Dokuou, and I had something to give him in return.
But was fighting Dok-ryong really the right move in this situation?
‘It doesn’t seem like it would be.’
My excitement cooled, and reason returned to me.
Though I had provoked him with my careless words, there was nothing to gain from fighting.
‘Not right now,’ anyway.
I glanced around cautiously.
Apart from Dok-ryong, there were no other members of the Dang Clan present. At most, perhaps Dang Yeeran?
After surveying that far, I raised my hand slightly.
It was to take a step back.
“Stop this.”
Someone stepped between Dok-ryong and me. It was Dang Yeeran.
“What are you doing right now, standing before a guest of the Dang Clan?”
She faced Dok-ryong with a rare expression of fury distorting her features.
“Move aside.”
Dok-ryong attempted to seize Dang Yeeran and push her out of the way.
Thwack—!
“Huh?”
Dang Yeeran grasped Dok-ryong’s wrist firmly.
Dok-ryong’s eyes widened.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“That’s what I’d like to ask you.”
“Didn’t you hear that bastard insult Grandfather just now? As blood relatives, to let this pass would be to disgrace the entire Dang Clan.”
Dok-ryong’s gaze turned glacial as he stared at Dang Yeeran. I could see her falter momentarily under that look, but—
“…Don’t you realize that what you’re doing right now is actually bringing shame upon our family?”
“…What?”
“This guest was personally invited by the Lord of the Clan. Not only have you failed to show him proper courtesy, but you continue to commit acts of disrespect. How is that not a loss of honor?”
Oh.
I found myself clapping at Dang Yeeran’s words.
That was exactly what I wanted to say.
This was no ordinary person—he was someone summoned by the Lord of the Clan himself, the master of the family.
And knowing full well that he had considerable backing, to act so recklessly was utterly detrimental to the Dang Clan itself.
‘And this fool is a direct blood relative at that.’
This was precisely why I had called Dok-ryong an idiot, and now Dang Yeeran was voicing it directly.
Yet upon hearing this, Dok-ryong merely responded with mockery.
“Honor?”
It was almost remarkable how naturally that sneer suited his expression.
“Why do you concern yourself with such things when you still live like that?”
“…”
“The Lord of the Clan is most displeased with no one but you. Do you truly have the right to speak to me in such a manner?”
“That’s…”
“You’re the one doing the most damage to this family.”
“…”
Dang Yeeran closed her mouth again, just as before.
It was identical to the beginning.
Even as she listened to Dok-ryong’s harsh words, she ultimately fell silent.
Watching the silent Dang Yeeran, Dok-ryong leaned in closer.
“If you’re going to keep hoping for something you can never reach, then just breathe. That’s all.”
“…”
“Don’t do anything. Just breathe. Instead of wasting time offering me worthless advice.”
With those words, Dok-ryong passed by Dang Yeeran.
The situation was the same as before.
Dok-ryong, passing by, glared at me and added his words.
“Next time, I’ll tear that arrogant mouth of yours to shreds. Remember that.”
Thud—! Dok-ryong brushed past my shoulder and walked away.
I watched him quietly.
Part of me wanted to snap back, asking who he thought he was talking to.
But I felt my arm trembling and couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I looked down at my left hand and spoke.
“He’s gone now, so could you please let go?”
The source of the trembling was none other than Dang Yeeran’s hand.
Her delicate hand was gripping my sleeve tightly, trembling.
“Ah….”
Dang Yeeran, realizing this, startled and quickly withdrew her hand.
At the same time.
Clang.
A sound came from behind. It was the sound of Do-hyeong sheathing his sword again.
‘…That man too.’
Was he ready to fight if things had escalated?
I straightened my freed sleeve and looked at Dang Yeeran.
“Are you alright?”
“…Yes? Oh, yes…. I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“I really am fine. Truly.”
Her forced smile hardly inspired confidence.
“I’ll apologize on behalf of my brother’s behavior….”
Dang Yeeran lowered her head as she spoke to me.
Seeing that, I scratched my cheek.
“It’s fine. I don’t think I handled it well either. I also apologize for mentioning Elder Dokjon in my anger.”
Bringing up Dokjon out of anger had been a mistake.
It was irrational. I should have recognized that quarreling with Dok-ryong would only be a loss for me.
Hearing my apology, Dang Yeeran smiled bitterly.
“Thank you…. And.”
I saw her eyes filled with something forlorn.
“Please don’t hate my brother too much….”
At those words, I furrowed my brow.
‘What is this.’
She was defending Dok-ryong? Even after what just happened?
I had thought their sibling relationship was a complete mess, but seeing Dang Yeeran’s expression made me reconsider.
What appeared in that expression was worry and concern.
“If there’s any problem, it must all be my fault….”
“….”
I could tell just from hearing it.
‘There’s something between them.’
It was clear that some matter existed between the two of them.
But still.
“Yes, well. I’ll do my best to try.”
I didn’t ask out of curiosity about it.
Bothersome matters were absolutely not my preference.
Brushing myself off with a pat, I looked at Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin.
Both of their expressions were decidedly unpleasant.
It seemed the conversation with Dok-ryong had irritated them considerably.
Seeing that, I let out a soft chuckle and spoke to them.
“Let’s go. It doesn’t seem like we’ll be training today anyway.”
Saying so, I pulled both of them along.
In doing so, I glanced sideways at Dang Yeeran.
She stood quietly, her gaze fixed on the ground.
Her expression was not visible.
Though unseen, I suspected it was far from pleasant.
Should I ask why, inquire what had happened, offer some comfort?
I hesitated briefly, then shook my head.
‘Why go that far.’
We weren’t the sort of people to do such things, nor did we have the justification.
So it was best to leave her alone for now.
If there was one thing I regretted.
‘…I came all this way to train, and I’ve only wasted time.’
That I hadn’t been able to train.
That was what I regretted.
Taking in the sight of Dang Yeeran standing there in silence.
“Let’s go.”
I headed outside as is.

* * *
After stepping outside, I finished my training as well.
Given the atmosphere, I couldn’t use the bloodline Training Hall, so I headed to my originally assigned location.
By the time I completed my training, I was drenched in sweat.
Only after a light wash did I fan myself with my hand and continue walking.
At the same time, I gauged Yoo Cheon-gil’s mood.
Since Yoo Cheon-gil was angry at Dok-ryong, I worried whether he might cause trouble since we hadn’t sparred.
[Hmm.]
Contrary to my concerns, Yoo Cheon-gil didn’t seem angry at all. Throughout my training and even now.
Rather, his quiet, settled demeanor carried eyes filled with something like contemplation.
What is it?
I watched him with worried eyes, wondering what scheme he was plotting now.
[This is strange.]
Yoo Cheon-gil continued muttering as if he couldn’t understand something.
“Why are you like that?”
Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin weren’t nearby. They said they needed more training, so I came out first.
[Why is she staying so quiet?]
Who was he talking about? From his words alone, it sounded like Dang Yeeran.
“So who exactly…”
[If it were me, I would’ve folded her like a goldfish, but I don’t understand.]
“….”
It was brutal.
There was no need to think long about who was folding whom.
He seemed to be referring to Dok-ryong, who had spewed curses, and Dang Yeeran.
‘Fold? What folding?’
How could Dang Yeeran fold Dok-ryong?
There would be a difference in strength between them.
As I chuckled at the thought,
[I’m curious why she pretends to be weak.]
‘…Huh?’
I lifted my head at Yoo Cheon-gil’s words.
Pretend to be weak?
“…Who’s doing what?”
I looked at Yoo Cheon-gil with confused eyes.
Then Yoo Cheon-gil looked at me as if asking why I’d ask such a thing.
[The Dang Clan’s daughter.]
“What about Miss Dang…”
[What do you mean ‘what’?]
Yoo Cheon-gil answered my question matter-of-factly.
[That girl. She could’ve folded her older brother long ago, yet she deliberately acts frail. I don’t understand what she’s trying to accomplish.]
“…What?”
My eyes widened as large as lanterns at Yoo Cheon-gil’s words.
Dang Yeeran was stronger than Dok-ryong…?
It was a bewildering statement.

* * *
Within Sichuan, in a location not far from the Current Location.
Not distant from the main Current Location, yet the mountain was arduous to climb and the cliffs were treacherous, making it a place where few ventured.
The only signs of life one might detect would be the rustling of wild beasts or the chirping of birds.
Yet now, even those sounds were absent.
All that remained was profound silence.
For this vast Forest to be so quiet felt almost unnatural.
The Forest’s silence existed because every beast and insect held their breath in fear.
Deep within the Forest.
The only Village that should exist in these mountains.
Ordinarily, though small in size, it should have resonated with warmth and laughter.
Yet for some reason, it was deathly silent.
No trace of human presence could be felt, just like the Forest itself.
A faint stench of blood mingled with the drifting wind.
Following the scent, I ventured deeper into the Village.
Thud, thud.
There, figures clad in black garments searched for something.
Surrounding them were mutilated corpses and pools of blood.
A Woman clutching a Child in death.
A Man’s severed head, frozen in terror.
An Old Man who had died mid-wail.
Indifferent to the death surrounding them, they busied themselves examining the Dungeon in the Village’s corner.
After searching for some time, one of them discovered something and froze in place.
“…Found it.”
At those words, those scattered about converged to one spot.
It was instantaneous.
“You found it?”
“Yes. We found it.”
“Step aside.”
The Man who appeared to be their superior approached the indicated location.
He touched the Wall of the Dungeon directly.
In that instant.
Boom——!!
A subtle vibration resonated intensely through the Man’s ring.
Confirming this, he immediately withdrew his hand from the Wall.
“So it’s true.”
The man removed his mask while fidgeting with the ring.
Yellow teeth gleamed beneath a grin stretched wide across his face.
“…Contact Daeju immediately.”
His voice trembled with anticipation.
“Tell him we’ve finally found the trap.”
Desperately so.

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