The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 83

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 083
[Uh… yes. That’s right.]
Dokjon’s response seemed slightly flustered.
[…What should we do with that fellow.]
Yoo Cheon-gil let out a deep sigh and shook his head.
Watching their reactions, I found myself at a loss for words.
‘…No, it’s not something else—it’s the Grand Restoration Elixir. So you’re refusing?’
The Grand Restoration Elixir was among the highest-tier elixirs in the current Central Plains.
It was something money could never buy, and you’d be fortunate to glimpse one at tournaments held by the Martial Arts Alliance.
If I were to sell this….
‘I could secure enough wealth to live comfortably for the rest of my life.’
I would never have to worry about money until death.
Of course.
‘…As long as my father doesn’t find out.’
If the Bang Clan discovered it, I couldn’t risk what these men might use it for.
Or, what if I didn’t sell it for money but consumed it instead?
‘…I would become extraordinary.’
It wasn’t for nothing that martial artists sang praises of the Grand Restoration Elixir.
It would be a waste to put it into this wretched body of mine, but whether I sold it or consumed it, this was an incredible opportunity regardless.
“Then, honored elder. I’m listening, so please explain slowly what I should do for you.”
[…Uh… uh….]
Dokjon made a peculiar expression at my response and glanced at Yoo Cheon-gil.
[…Is he always like this?]
[I’m a bit embarrassed right now… don’t talk to me.]
Yoo Cheon-gil averted his gaze as if he couldn’t bear to lift his head.
At that sight, Dokjon let out a suppressed chuckle.
[He said he wouldn’t take a disciple even in death, yet after dying he picked someone just like him as a successor.]
[Who said anything about a successor.]
Yoo Cheon-gil furrowed his brows as if irritated.
[It’s unavoidable, truly unavoidable. Originally, I wouldn’t have even looked at him.]
“Elder, I can hear you. You know that, right…?”
[He doesn’t listen to a word, and despite having nothing, he acts so full of himself….]
“I’m listening, you old man.”
[Sigh….]
As Yoo Cheon-gil poured out endless complaints, Dokjon laughed at him with a chuckle.
Then he shifted his gaze back to me, who was growing exasperated.
[Child.]
“Yes, respected elder.”
[That flattering talk is enough.]
“Ah, should I stop then?”
[….]
Dokjon seemed slightly taken aback by my sudden change in demeanor. Why? I’d only tried to oblige because he seemed to want it.
[…Ah… Anyway, will you be able to grant me this request?]
“I’ll hear it first and then decide.”
If it’s a difficult request, I won’t agree to it, no matter what reward is offered.
Hearing my intention, Dokjon nodded and added his words.
[I know you’ll be entering Bigho. My request is that you bring out one item from that place.]
“An item…?”
[Yes.]
“What kind of item?”
[A sword.]
“A sword?”
I furrowed my brow upon hearing this.
A sword…?
“You’re asking me to bring out a sword from Bigho?”
[That’s right.]
“….”
After hearing the confirmation, I stroked my chin with my index finger.
‘One sword from Bigho.’
On the surface, it doesn’t seem like a difficult condition. If I could obtain the Dae Hwan Dan by doing this.
‘It’s certainly a good deal.’
The problem is.
“How am I supposed to bring that out?”
The location is Dokjon’s Bigho.
I had no idea what might be inside, and there was no way I could simply take items from within.
Much less a single sword?
Dokuou would never permit such a thing.
And yet.
[Don’t worry. There’s a way to manage it.]
Dokjon answered my question with an unflustered expression.
[Child, all you need to do is pick it up and bring it out. It’s a simple task.]
“…But you’re saying you’ll give me the Dae Hwan Dan just for doing something so simple?”
[Yes.]
“….”
Dokjon spoke as though he truly meant it, but the more he insisted, the deeper my suspicions grew.
‘Why?’
Why exactly?
He’s offering the Dae Hwan Dan just for bringing it to him—what kind of sword could it possibly be?
“Hmm….”
I found myself troubled by this.
Then I shifted my gaze toward Yoo Cheon-gil.
The old man simply stared at me with an expressionless face, his chin resting in his palm.
As if.
-Go ahead and make a decision.
As if he wanted to hear what I would choose.
‘…Damn old bastard.’
Would it kill him to help a little? He always pulled this nonsense at times like these.
“Sigh.”
I exhaled and spoke to Dokjon.
“…Let’s give it a try.”
There was much to consider, but I made my choice nonetheless.
Absurdly enough.
‘…It’ll work out somehow.’
Rather than overthinking it, that demonic old man would handle any problems that arose.
It was a choice born entirely from a come-what-may attitude.

* * *
After hearing my answer, Dokjon vanished.
He left only a brief word of thanks behind.
After that, Yoo Cheon-gil and I remained to talk.
As we discussed various matters.
[You asked that girl to forge you a sword?]
He reacted to the part about meeting Dang Yeeran rather than Dokjon’s report or Manwol’s repairs.
“Yes.”
[And she agreed to do it?]
“Yes. She said she would.”
Hearing that she’d even pleaded to be allowed to do it, Yoo Cheon-gil’s expression turned sour.
What? Why was he making such a bitter face?
[…This world is truly filthy.]
“…What do you mean by that?”
[I should have ground down every last one of those pretty-faced bastards.]
“For someone who saved the world, you certainly speak with bloodthirsty words.”
It was genuinely chilling.
Yoo Cheon-gil then spoke bluntly.
[Then what about the Muk-cheol Sword?]
“Muk-cheol? Ah.”
It was something I’d momentarily forgotten.
Before coming to Sichuan, Yoo Cheon-gil had promised to give me the Muk-cheol Sword as the prize for a wager in his snack storehouse.
“Well. That’s unrelated to this.”
I had no idea when Dang Yeeran would finish forging the sword.
Besides, there’s no need to use everything that’s been made for me.
‘No matter what, it can’t be better than the Obsidian Steel Sword.’
It’s the legendary Obsidian Steel Sword, after all.
A blade forged from one of the few metals comparable to Cold Iron.
Even if Dang Yeeran poured her soul into its creation.
‘…The materials are what they are.’
Better materials make a better sword.
This was an immutable law.
[So, your conclusion is to consume everything?]
“Wouldn’t it be wise to obtain everything while the opportunity presents itself?”
[You’ll split your belly open, you fool.]
“I have better digestion than I appear to, sir.”
[…Heh heh….]
Not yielding an inch, Yoo Cheon-gil let out an exasperated laugh.
[So you listened to that idiot’s words just to obtain everything?]
I didn’t dwell too deeply on who the idiot might be.
“Are you referring to Dokjon?”
There was only one person Yoo Cheon-gil would react to in such a manner anyway.
“No, it’s because he’s offering the Great Restoration Pill.”
[What makes you think there’s anything to gain?]
“There must be something. But if things go awry, I trust the Old Man will do something about it.”
[…Ha, what shameless optimism.]
“If you truly thought it dangerous, you would have stopped me, wouldn’t you?”
You would have either forbidden me from going or issued a warning.
But instead, you simply watched to see what would happen.
“Isn’t that permission to try?”
[Tsk tsk…. Quite the interpretation. I was merely too lazy to intervene.]
“Ah, yes. I see.”
That was probably true as well.
I didn’t voice the rest of my thoughts—they were too tedious.
In any case.
“Regardless, I believe a single Great Restoration Pill is worth attempting this for.”
If I could only obtain the Great Restoration Pill.
It would be worth the attempt.
That was the spirit in which I spoke.
[Why do you think there’s only one?]
“Pardon?”
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke as if it weren’t even amusing.
[Didn’t I say it? The Dang Clan has plenty to strip bare. It can’t possibly be just a sword.]
….
[So you’re satisfied with just one Great Restoration Pill? Tsk tsk. Your ambitions are far too modest for this world.]
“…Ha.”
I found myself laughing despite my better judgment.
“Didn’t you just tell me I’d split my belly open from greed?”
[And didn’t you say your digestive capacity was excellent? Why? Getting cold feet?]
“Come now. That’s not it.”
I smiled, gazing into Yoo Cheon-gil’s azure eyes.
“I’ve never been one to refuse when someone offers to take care of me.”
[That’s quite a favorable disposition, I must say.]
“Hehehehe.”
[Kekekeke!]
Greedy laughter echoed through the dimly lit residence, illuminated by a single lamp.
I thought this might be the most compatible moment we’d shared since meeting the old man.

* * *
Several days passed.
The date Dokuou had mentioned had arrived.
Time had truly flown like an arrow.
“…Ugh….”
I emerged outside, shaking off the exhaustion of the day.
It was worse because I’d gone without sleep for several nights straight.
“I’m dying here.”
I rolled my stiff shoulders and frowned.
After days of repeated training, my body felt slightly off.
‘Ah, I should’ve just taken it easy.’
I’d gotten carried away trying to accomplish something and ended up like this.
This is why people shouldn’t get ahead of themselves.
‘…Got excited over that Great Restoration Pill business.’
Things seemed to be going well, so I’d overstepped my limits.
As a result, my muscles ached all over.
“Phew.”
I walked, suppressing my discomfort. When I stepped outside, people were already waiting at the door.
Seeing them, I licked my lips slightly with my tongue.
The reality that the time had come made me somewhat tense.
The man at the front, noticing me, spoke.
“I am Moon Geuk-yeon, of the Dokuou Guard.”
“Bangseong-yeon.”
“We’ve come at the Lord of the Clan’s command. I’ve been assigned to guide Bang Disciple.”
These people greeted me with proper courtesy.
I nodded, observing them.
“Yes, I appreciate your assistance.”
“Pardon me for a moment.”
As the words were spoken, my vision was obscured.
They had covered my sight with something like a blindfold.
I wasn’t surprised. I had already been briefed on this.
“We’ll proceed now.”
They led me forward slowly.
It seemed we had traveled roughly a li in distance.
We ascended and descended repeatedly, suddenly climbed stairs, then descended again.
It felt like we were circling around, but how much further did we need to go?
As I pondered this.
“We’ve arrived.”
The words I had been waiting for reached my ears, and my vision cleared once more.
‘This place…’
A few lanterns illuminated the space.
The floor was rough stone, and regardless, the entire area was constructed of stone.
Looking back, I could see a dark entrance. That must be where we came in.
‘…This is rather unsettling.’
At this point, it seemed like the Dang Clan could kill me in secret here and no one would ever know.
‘…Where exactly is this?’
I wondered about the location.
With the mask covering my face the entire way, I couldn’t determine the exact position.
[It’s directly beneath the Lord’s office.]
“…”
Yoo Cheon-gil answered matter-of-factly.
[Why go through all that tedious circling? You could just walk straight there… Anyway, those Dang Clan people are all strange, I’m telling you.]
Tsk, tsk.
I deliberately ignored Yoo Cheon-gil’s constant tongue-clicking and turned my attention elsewhere.
Opposite the entrance, someone stood before a wall that appeared sealed, watching me.
It was Dokuou, the Lord of the Dang Clan, Dang Gyeong-ak.
“Welcome.”
“Lord Dang.”
“I must apologize for the inconvenience caused in the name of security.”
“Not at all.”
I smiled awkwardly at Dokuou’s apology.
…I already knew where this was anyway.
I bowed respectfully to Dokuou and glanced around the surroundings.
There weren’t many people present.
At most, seven including Dokuou?
Four of them wore face coverings, so I couldn’t discern their gender or age.
Only Dokuou and two others had their faces visible.
The expressions in their eyes were decidedly peculiar.
They looked utterly bewildered, as though they had no idea why they were even here.
Then.
“…Bang Disciple?”
Cheon Euijin, one of the two who had been standing dazed, called out to me in confusion.
If that was the case, the identity of the remaining person was obvious.
“Bangseong-yeon.”
At the young man’s voice, I turned to look at him and smiled.
He was a Soyeol Sect martial artist who had journeyed to Sichuan alongside me.
My direct senior, in fact.
“What… is the meaning of this?”
Do-hyeong, who had become my lucky charm in this affair.

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