The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 87

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 087
“….”
Upon hearing Dokjon’s words, I had to freeze in place for a moment. The words that reached my ears simply wouldn’t compute properly.
‘…I’m going mad.’
Did I mishear again? Such a thought crosses my mind once more, but I know it’s futile.
Then.
‘…So, what exactly did I just hear?’
What were the words Dokjon just spoke?
If it wasn’t a misunderstanding, then he clearly….
‘The Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade?’
The Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade—he had spoken those words aloud.
As for what that is, it was a sword so renowned that even I, who had scarcely any interest in Central Plains affairs, even I who didn’t know that Yoo Cheon-gil treated Manwol with such an attitude, knew of it.
It couldn’t be otherwise.
Because that was.
‘The blade wielded by the Celestial Demon.’
The root of all evil that sparked the Righteous-Demonic War.
The god of the Demonic Sect.
The sword wielded by the Celestial Demon.
And thus it earned the name—the Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade.
‘How many martial masters did he kill with that blade?’
Certainly too many to count on one’s fingers, and the masters he slew were countless.
The Kunlun Sect Leader known as the Azure Sea Absolute Blade, of course.
The Green Emperor, once called the supreme master of the heterodox sects and hailed as the emperor of the Green Forest, also had his head severed by that hand.
Beyond that, countless renowned masters fell to that blade.
Thus the Celestial Demon’s sword was called divine, and its fame endured even now.
Such a blade of the Celestial Demon.
‘…is here?’
Why would a sword that should have vanished with the Celestial Demon suddenly appear in Dokjon’s Secret Vault?
Just as such a question arose, fortunately it seemed I wasn’t the only one curious, for someone spoke to Dokjon.
[…What did you just say?]
That someone was naturally Yoo Cheon-gil. He spoke while gazing at Dokjon’s back.
And his voice was extremely fierce and harsh.
[Danggyen. Answer me. What did you say you brought?]
Whoooosh——!!
Wind swept through the Secret Vault. In that instant.
Clang—! Those standing behind shifted their stance.
“…What is this?”
“…Elder Brother. Just now….”
Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin spoke with tense expressions. Both had already placed their hands upon their blades.
Moreover, Dokuou was busy scanning his surroundings with a furrowed brow.
The reason was likely the wind.
‘…Wind blowing from a place sealed without gaps.’
They had no choice but to remain vigilant.
While they maintained their guard within the room.
[The Celestial Demon Divine Sword is here?]
Yoo Cheon-gil pressed Dokjon with the same intensity as before.
[Is that truly the case? Answer me!]
Whoooosh—! As Yoo Cheon-gil shouted, the wind grew fiercer.
Only then did Dokjon, who had been surveying his surroundings, furrow his brow and look at Yoo Cheon-gil.
[Yes. It is here. What is the problem with that?]
[What?]
At Dokjon’s calm response, Yoo Cheon-gil’s expression darkened.
[What do you mean, what is the problem? Do you truly not understand?]
[I do not understand. The sword’s master is already dead. Killed by your own hand, no less. Yet what problem could there be in my bringing his sword here?]
[You bastard….]
[What could possibly change from bringing a mere sword?]
[A mere sword?]
At Dokjon’s words, Yoo Cheon-gil lets out a hollow laugh.
[You know better than anyone that this is no mere sword.]
[No, I do not know. Nor do I wish to know.]
[This cursed bastard truly…!]
[Do not misunderstand, Yoo Cheon-gil.]
Dokjon cuts off Yoo Cheon-gil’s words.
In that moment, chills ran down my spine. Dokjon’s gaze shone with such an eerie light.
[I have not forgotten that day.]
[…You.]
[Why did you bring the Divine Sword to this place?]
Dokjon speaks and smiles faintly. At that smile, I could not help but furrow my brow.
Beyond being frightening, it was far too gaunt.
Withered and murky. That was the smile he wore.
[It is my obsession. An obsession to finish what I could not complete.]
[Ha.]
At Dokjon’s answer, Yoo Cheon-gil exhales sharply.
[You brought the Divine Sword because of some incomprehensible obsession.]
[Yes.]
[Nothing short of madness could explain such a thing.]
[Then you speak truly. I went mad long ago. And if you ask when, it was surely that day.]
[Danggyen.]
Yoo Cheon-gil clenches his teeth and calls out Dokjon’s name.
In the midst of this, I notice Yoo Cheon-gil glancing at me.
What’s this?
Dokjon let out a short laugh as he watched Yoo Cheon-gil.
[Tsk tsk… Don’t worry. I have no intention of mentioning it to that child, Danggyen.]
Dokjon opened his eyes fiercely as he spoke, his gaze fixed on Yoo Cheon-gil.
[Listen, you keep that mouth of yours shut as well. I have no intention of interfering with you, so do the same for me.]
[….]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s brow furrowed at the harsh tone, but he raised his voice no further against Dokjon.
He simply.
[…You’ll regret this, Danggyen.]
He spoke only with an expression darkened by something unspoken.
[Regret?]
Dokjon laughed again at those words.
[Well, if that’s the case, I’ve already grown tired of such things before death.]
With that, Yoo Cheon-gil said nothing more, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.
Dokjon began examining the surroundings of the object once more.
And.
‘…So what exactly is this.’
Watching those two, I pondered.
‘What are these old men trying to say.’
So what was the point of all this.
I desperately wanted to ask, but there was no way to do so now.

* * *
Time passed.
Not as helplessly as before. Roughly half an hour had elapsed.
The search of this space was nearly complete. The room itself wasn’t particularly large to begin with.
Since all we could see were weapons, the search didn’t take long.
“…We were unable to discover any special mechanisms within the room.”
The man’s voice as he made his report lacked conviction. After searching so thoroughly, I wondered why he sounded that way.
‘It must be because of what happened earlier.’
If I had to assign blame, it would likely fall on me.
They had conducted their search with great effort only to find nothing.
Yet I had discovered it in mere seconds, so their confidence seemed to have crumbled.
‘I suppose I should feel somewhat apologetic about that….’
Though it wasn’t intentional, I felt a little sorry that things had turned out this way because of me.
‘Well, setting that aside for now.’
I stared directly at Dokuou. His expression looked even worse than before.
It seemed clear enough.
‘He’s not finding what he’s looking for?’
It appeared that what he sought wasn’t here either.
‘What could it possibly be?’
What was Dokuou searching for that he would come all the way to the Secret Vault? Were the numerous precious blades we discovered upon opening the door not sufficient?
‘…To my eyes, this place looks like a treasure trove.’
Even selling just one of these swords would be worth a fortune.
Even someone like me, who knows nothing of blades, can recognize these are masterpieces.
Yet he reacts this way upon discovering such treasures.
‘In any case, this is why the wealthy are impossible.’
They don’t understand how important money is.
‘I wonder what he thinks he’s looking for that’s so extraordinary.’
I could only sigh in incomprehension.
In creating my sigh, it wasn’t just Dokuou—his father was also playing a part.
[…Isn’t it here? I’m certain I left it here, but something’s strange…?]
Dokjon had also thoroughly searched this place during the half hour.
Like Dokuou, he too had failed to discover what he sought.
The difference between him and Dokuou was that I knew what he was looking for.
‘The Celestial Demon Blade, wasn’t it?’
The sword that the Celestial Demon once wielded.
Dokjon had continued searching for it, but it seemed he hadn’t found it.
[…If this is the case, they said it was deeper inside, but hmm….]
Dokjon tilted his head, as if suspecting some particular location.
‘Could it be in another room?’
According to Dokjon, there were a total of three rooms currently in use within the Secret Vault.
So if one of them was here, does that mean there’s a possibility of the other two being in different locations?
As I was pondering this question.
“…Lord of the Clan. It’s time we returned for now.”
The one who came down with him spoke to Dokuou. Only then did his expression shift.
The barely visible emotion faded away, replaced by an expressionless face.
Witnessing that, I couldn’t help but marvel.
‘His emotional control is quite impressive.’
So this is what it means to be a Lord of the Clan. He was remarkably skilled at concealing his feelings.
Dokuou, having changed his expression, nodded and spoke.
“…It seems best we conclude today’s search here.”
As Dokuou said this, a hint of relief flickered across Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong’s faces.
I wondered why they reacted that way, but it was likely due to the tension they’d been holding.
‘There are countless mechanisms here. They must have been preparing for any unforeseen circumstances.’
In the Central Plains, a Secret Vault is not merely a space where treasures are hidden.
‘It’s a space filled with all manner of traps to protect those treasures.’
That’s why entering a Secret Vault requires considerable preparation.
‘…And yet, this is Dokjon’s Secret Vault….’
A Secret Vault created by none other than Dokjon himself.
It would have been strange not to feel tension coming to such a place.
Rather, it was peculiar that Dokjon agreed to enter with just this small group.
‘Besides, some time has passed, so perhaps he’s suggesting we head back up and regroup.’
Tension and fatigue had accumulated.
Time had passed as well. As the Lord of the Clan, Dokuou couldn’t afford to leave the Dang Clan unattended for too long.
So he was likely suggesting we stop here for today and continue next time.
In fact, the commission didn’t specify it had to be completed in one go, so it wasn’t a major problem.
‘…I was getting tired anyway.’
I was already growing weary by this point.
Honestly, I was glad about this.
“Understood.”
So I agreed immediately.
The moment I gave my consent, Dokuou turned and walked away.
He hadn’t even heard from Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin yet.
“…Uh, well.”
I debated whether I should point this out, but decided to let it pass.
Thus Dokuou took the lead.
During this time, I worried whether any mechanisms might malfunction, but fortunately, nothing went wrong.
Using the same entrance we’d used to enter the Secret Vault, we emerged back outside.
Outside, the Dang Clan members were already waiting.
Only when they confirmed that Dokuou and our party had returned safely did they release relieved breaths.
“…We sincerely celebrate your safe return, Lord of the Clan.”
The man who appeared to be Chongwan bowed his head respectfully.
Dokuou nodded at him and spoke to those who had entered with him.
“Write down everything you saw inside and hand it over to Chongwan.”
“Understood….”
“And.”
Dokuou’s gaze turned toward us.
“…I am truly grateful for your hard work today. However, due to safety concerns, it seems we will need to conduct another search next time… would that be acceptable?”
“Understood.”
“Thank you for your consideration….”
I wondered what would happen if I refused, but it was obvious that nothing good would come of it, so I held my tongue.
It seemed we would need to conduct another search regarding Bigeo next time.
With those words, today’s schedule came to an end.
Following the guidance of the Dang Clan members, I was able to return to the Dormitory once more.

* * *
“…Phew….”
Only after returning to my room did I exhale deeply.
Like the others, I too had been tense.
As that tension released, I felt my body grow sluggish.
By the time we emerged, the sun had already set.
I lay my body down on the bedding that was already spread out.
‘…I’m exhausted.’
Normally, this would be the time I’d go cultivate, but I lack the strength for it this time.
‘…Did I really agree to this?’
If I had known it would be this tiring and bothersome, I should have refused.
‘No, I wish there had been only one request.’
It seemed worse because I was trying to handle not just Dokuou’s matter but Dokjon’s as well.
‘Where did these fellows go now?’
Dokjon, who had entrusted me with that request, disappeared as soon as we left Bigeo.
Yoo Cheon-gil was no different—he vanished without a trace.
They leave the work to me and disappear somewhere; I have no idea where they go.
‘…Tsk.’
I must be mad. Blinded by the Great Restoration Pill, I accepted this work.
‘Should I quit now?’
That might be better. The Great Restoration Pill or whatever—my body won’t survive this.
Honestly, if Bigeo had just opened, the work would be done.
Maybe I should just abandon my greed now and take it easy.
Yes, that would be better. I can barely manage my own body as it is, so what am I trying to do?
Next time I see Dokjon or Dokuou, I should talk to them about this.
Thinking thus, I closed my eyes for a moment.
Exhaustion swept over me, and I fell asleep almost immediately.
How long had I been sleeping?
[Child.]
At the sound reaching my ears, I stirred slightly from sleep.
[Child, wake up now.]
It was Dokjon’s voice. I didn’t open my eyes.
‘What now.’
I was sleeping well, and he woke me with his voice.
Fatigue still clung to me. I was planning to pretend to sleep and let it pass.
[…Tsk, you won’t wake. If you don’t get up now, we won’t be able to go obtain the Great Restoration Pill-]
“…What is it?”
[….]
At Dokjon’s words, I opened my eyes and sat up.
It was instantaneous.
Dokjon looked at me with a peculiar expression and spoke.
[…You really are a spitting image of your master in every way.]
“….”
I was genuinely displeased.

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