The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 85

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 085
A low rumble echoed.
I fell silent, staring at the entrance that had materialized on the wall.
After performing several inexplicable gestures, an entrance suddenly opened where nothing had existed before.
What kind of absurdity was this?
Everyone had gone quiet.
What on earth had just happened?
A door that even several people working together could never discover had just opened.
“How is this….”
“How could this…!”
The Dang Clan’s warriors who had been observing finally broke their silence and reacted belatedly.
It was a sight that defied belief even as they witnessed it.
It had been only a few small movements.
The door to the hidden chamber opened from such trivial gestures?
It was utterly ridiculous.
‘Insane.’
I felt the same way.
‘Why did it suddenly open like this?’
I could only stare at the revealed entrance with a dumbfounded expression.
This was genuinely shocking.
‘…What even is this.’
I had been told it would work, but I never expected it to open like this.
I had to avert my gaze from the entrance in embarrassment.
Meanwhile, the old men floating in mid-air were busy chattering away.
[I thought it would take several attempts, but to succeed on the first try. Quite the interesting fellow.]
Dokjon looked at me with evident fascination, mildly impressed.
[Right? Though this one is rather incompetent, he does have some skill in these matters.]
Yoo Cheon-gil seemed oddly pleased.
Wait, why are you acting proud about this?
[Well, I at least expected a thumb or middle finger to fly off….]
‘…What did you say?’
What did that crazy old man just say?
A thumb or middle finger? Was he talking about my fingers?
‘…My hand would have been severed if I’d failed?’
All I had done was throw some rocks and draw pictures on the wall with my fingers—where was the danger of losing a hand in that?
As I frowned in disbelief.
[You… have you been tampering with the mechanism again?]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to Dokjon as if exasperated.
Dokjon replied to those words.
[What, should I just let thieves ransack an empty house without consequences? I had to set up proper defenses.]
“To some extent. What you’re doing isn’t just wrong—it’s downright vicious.”
“And yet you haven’t been caught, have you? You’ve endured quite well.”
“That’s also a fair point.”
‘….’
The more I listen to these old men converse, the heavier my sighs become.
‘In any case, it seems they’ve already done something.’
I understand now that something has been placed within the warehouse itself.
What this means is—
‘…I cannot afford to let my guard down.’
Anything could happen. That single fact alone tensed my entire body.
Then.
“Bang Disciple.”
Dokuou’s voice reached me. When I turned my gaze, he approached with that characteristic expression of his.
“What have you done?”
“….”
What did I do?
His father explained it to me in detail.
‘…But I can’t say that.’
If I said that, it would be no different from asking him to kill me.
So how should I explain? I paused briefly to think, then spoke.
There were only so many things I could say anyway.
“I perceived it.”
“…You perceived it?”
“Yes.”
After speaking, I focused power into my eyes.
Whoooosh—! The Cheonwol Heart Technique within my body stirred, gathering toward my eyes.
The proper opening of Wol-an vision. It was the power I gained from consuming the Cheonwol Pill.
Using this technique, I applied the principle that my eyes would glow, demonstrating it to Dokuou.
“…That is….”
Dokuou’s eyes widened as he looked at me.
Did he understand what these eyes signified?
I didn’t receive a proper answer, but it didn’t matter whether he understood or not.
“It seems Dokjon has indeed made arrangements beforehand.”
After all, Dokjon had provided me with the justification and left.
All I needed to do was fabricate an excuse that fit into that framework.
“When I infused my energy and observed the wall, I saw something glowing blue. I suspect this is precisely why I was able to open the warehouse.”
“…You saw light, you say….”
For reference, what I just said was an application of what I observed when I visited Yoo Cheon-gil’s snack warehouse.
‘I did see light back then, after all.’
Those words came from recalling that moment. Whether Dokuou would actually understand what I meant remained somewhat ambiguous.
‘What does it matter if he doesn’t believe me?’
There’s nothing I can do about his disbelief anyway.
After all, I actually opened the door myself.
Dokuou seemed aware of this fact, so he said nothing more.
“So it truly required the power of the Sword Saint.”
He even seemed to believe me now.
Well, the legacy message remained, and I’d demonstrated it directly, so there was no choice but to believe.
Dokuou shifted his gaze from me to the entrance of the Secret Vault.
“From this moment forward, we shall proceed into the Secret Vault.”
Dokuou spoke with an expression grown grave.
The tension radiating from those around him intensified.
The Secret Vault left behind by Dokjon.
A space containing who knows what, left by the Celestial Demon.
We were about to enter that place now.
[Let us go.]
And together with Dokjon himself.

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I descended into the murky interior.
Despite the initial darkness, the first thing that appeared was a descending staircase.
Though no lantern illuminated the space, I channeled my power into Wol-an, so the darkness itself posed no obstacle.
‘It’s narrow.’
The passage was cramped.
Barely wide enough for a single person to descend.
I grasped the wall and carefully made my way down the stairs.
Even after descending for quite some time.
‘How much further must I go?’
I still hadn’t reached the destination. It seemed like I’d descended for an unusually long time, yet it was remarkably deep.
The strangeness made me furrow my brow. Tension still coiled throughout my body.
It was worse because I was leading the way.
‘Damn it.’
Ah, I ended up in this mess because I claimed I could see.
It left me feeling incredibly uneasy.
[Just how deep did you dig this place?]
[A bit further and you’ll arrive.]
At least the man who actually built the Secret Vault was floating in the sky chattering away, which helped somewhat.
‘Just a bit more, you say?’
To think I still had further to go—I was beginning to wonder if he’d actually excavated all the way to the world’s foundation.
“Do you see anything?”
Dokuou, positioned directly behind me, asked.
“…Not visible yet. We’ll need to descend further.”
Six people in total.
Three martial artists from Cheonwol Gate including myself, and
three other martial artists including Dokuou.
According to Dokuou, the other two were a formation master and a mechanism specialist prepared for unforeseen circumstances.
In essence, only Dokuou was a martial artist sent from the Dang Clan.
‘…What could possibly be in the secret vault.’
There had been an incident when someone tried to forcibly open the vault, yet Dokuou himself entered the most dangerous interior.
Though I was moving on the commission, questions continued to arise.
‘What exactly is he searching for.’
What does Dokuou intend to obtain by opening the secret vault.
At first, I thought he simply wanted to open the vault left by the previous Lord of the Clan and retrieve the items inside.
‘But the fact that he came down here personally, and judging by his demeanor, something feels off.’
Naturally, as the current Lord of the Clan, it wasn’t strange for him to enter the vault directly.
Yet the impression I received from him was somehow subtle.
I hadn’t yet discerned what that subtlety was.
‘But I should take note of it.’
It’s wise to keep anything suspicious in mind.
With that judgment, I continued descending the stairs.
[Child. Stop.]
“….”
At Dokjon’s words, I halted immediately.
I was still in the middle of the staircase.
“Bang Disciple?”
I ignored Dokuou’s call and listened intently.
[Place your hand on the left wall.]
Following the instruction, I placed my hand on the wall.
Then Dokjon finely adjusted my hand position with words, just as before.
[To the left from that angle. Stop there. Now just your middle finger slightly to the right, that’s it.]
The movements were so minute I couldn’t even tell what changed.
I simply moved like a puppet following Dokjon’s directions.
[Now channel your inner energy and push.]
Whoooosh—!
I immediately drew forth my energy and concentrated it in my palm.
Then I pushed with full force.
Crrrunch—!
The wall surface where my palm rested caved inward.
In that instant.
끼리리리릭—!!!
A harsh grinding sound echoed, and the wall surface transformed just as before.
Another entrance had appeared.
“….”
After examining the entrance, I turned my gaze toward the staircase in front of me.
‘This looks like an entrance, but then what is that?’
What could the staircase laid out before me possibly be?
As I stood there observing quietly, Dokjon spoke to me.
[Do you wish to descend and investigate? I understand the impulse, but I cannot recommend it.]
“….”
Hearing those words, I turned my gaze toward the entrance without hesitation.
“Let us proceed. It is this way.”
I led the group toward the entrance between the stairs.
This time, unlike before, the passage was not long.
After walking only a short distance, a door came into view.
I walked straight ahead and was about to open the door when—
[Ah. If you grasp that directly, it will collapse. First, seize the lantern on the side and pull it down, then open it.]
I extended my hand to the lantern on my left and grasped it, pulling downward.
There is truly no room for carelessness here.
Click.
A sound echoed. Only then did I grasp the door again and open it.
Creeeeak.
Through the widening gap, I examined the interior.
“Hm?”
The moment I saw it, my eyes narrowed.
The interior was far brighter than the outside.
‘…What is this?’
Why is it so bright?
Moreover, it was not narrow. It was vast.
It might even be wider than the Lord of the Clan’s residence.
‘For this to be so bright….’
Where was the light coming from? I lifted my head and looked upward.
Then I understood the reason for the illumination.
‘…That….’
Something luminous affixed to the ceiling.
Could it possibly be—
“Night-Luminous Pearls…?”
Were all those densely embedded stones Night-Luminous Pearls?
It cannot be.
A single Night-Luminous Pearl costs a fortune—surely not all of these?
Unable to believe something so absurd, I stood gazing upward in silence.
[…Where did all of these come from?]
[Knowing will only hurt you.]
[You… surely… you didn’t bring that from the Demonic Sect?]
[Tsk. I told you knowing will only hurt you.]
‘I’m going to lose my mind.’
Unwanted information continued to pour in.
The fact that it was actually a Night Pearl was absurd enough.
‘…What? The Demonic Sect?’
Why did the Demonic Sect suddenly come up?
I nearly let out a shriek without thinking.
‘That Night Pearl belongs to the Demonic Sect…?’
The Celestial Demon who sparked the Righteous-Demonic War.
The Celestial Demon Divine Sect that revered that Celestial Demon like a god.
It’s said that Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil cut down the Celestial Demon and the Demonic Sect fell.
So Dokjon brought a Night Pearl from such a Demonic Sect and embedded it in his secret chamber?
‘…How did he even do such a thing?’
I had mountains of questions I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t speak them aloud.
“That is… are those all Night Pearls?”
“…Yes…! Night Pearls, you say.”
Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin also react upon confirming the Night Pearls.
Dokuou seemed surprised as well, staring intently at the Night Pearls.
[No, I’m telling you the Night Pearls aren’t the important part right now? Look at how they can’t take their eyes off them.]
No, it’s actually very important. How could it not be important with so many Night Pearls embedded like that?
‘I really want to take just one.’
If I could just steal one of those, I’d have the perfect place to run away and hide.
Thinking of that, I indulge in a brief happy fantasy.
[Just so you know. If you try to remove one carelessly, it will collapse, so be careful.]
Dokjon immediately crushed my hopes.
“…There doesn’t seem to be much here, so let’s move on.”
Suppressing a sigh as I speak, the gazes from all around shift.
What…? Why are they looking at me like that?
“Bang Disciple… it seems you truly have no interest in such material things….”
Cheon Euijin speaks as if in admiration.
What are you talking about?
‘As if I have no interest.’
I want to steal and flee right this instant.
‘…Because I can’t, my insides are rotting away.’
I stand before a fortune in gold and jewels, unable to touch it.
Could anything be more tragic than this?
“…That’s not it. This secret chamber was created by Dokjon, so it’s not mine. Besides.”
I shift my gaze toward Dokuou and continue speaking.
“Based on what I’ve observed so far, it would be unwise to touch that carelessly. There’s no telling what might happen.”
“….”
Dokuou’s expression suggests he already understands what I’m saying.
Rather, he seems surprised that I’ve grasped this myself.
“It might be best not to handle it recklessly, just to be safe… What do you think, Lord of the Clan?”
“I share that sentiment.”
Dokuou agrees. That provides sufficient justification.
“Then, Lord of the Clan. What should we do now?”
I posed the question. At that, the Lord of the Clan’s brow furrows slightly.
“What do you mean?”
“We’ve successfully opened the secret chamber… but what else must we accomplish here?”
“….”
Opening the secret chamber was a success.
Doesn’t that mean the commission is complete?
At my question, Dokuou falls silent for a moment before responding.
“We haven’t fully searched yet, so it seems we need to investigate a bit more.”
“Understood.”
I nod without further comment upon hearing those words.
Then.
[This fool? We haven’t even found the sword yet and he wants to stop….]
Dokjon mutters in disbelief.
[Danggyen. Stay quiet.]
Yoo Cheon-gil immediately cuts off Dokjon’s words.
Simultaneously, I avert my gaze.
Once I’m in a spot no one can see, I shift my expression.
My eyes narrow as my mind races.
‘…It seems.’
I’m right about this.
I observe Dokuou with heightened caution.
‘He has something he absolutely must find in this place.’
The secret chamber itself isn’t the objective.
He came here to search for something inside it.
And.
‘Though I don’t know what it is.’
Sensing Dokuou’s cryptic demeanor, I furrow my brow.
‘This feels off.’
My mood darkens considerably.
It’s as if.
I’m standing beside a bomb ready to detonate at any moment.

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