The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 90

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 090
[No, wait… No, that’s not it.]
Dokjon, who had momentarily lost his composure, fortunately regained his senses not long after.
[So… you don’t trust that bastard?]
“Yes.”
[Why?]
“Yes?”
I hesitated briefly at the counter-question. Why don’t I trust him…?
“…Well, it’s simple.”
I pondered for a moment before answering. In truth, there was no need to deliberate.
“I’ve never believed in ghosts to begin with.”
Whatever Yoo Cheon-gil had been in life mattered little to me.
“If he’s not human, then I believe in nothing from him.”
Because he’s a ghost, I don’t trust him. I needed no greater reason than that.
From the start.
‘I barely trust people, so why would I trust a ghost?’
I didn’t trust anyone easily. Least of all a ghost clinging to lingering attachments.
Trust Yoo Cheon-gil? That was absurd.
From the beginning.
‘That man embedded his inner power into my body and intends to use it as he pleases.’
To fully trust Yoo Cheon-gil in such circumstances? It was nonsensical.
“So why did you ask whether I trust him or not?”
[…]
Dokjon’s reaction to my question remained peculiar.
What kind of man was this? His face said it all.
“Elder.”
[Ah, yes. Well…]
Dokjon cleared his throat briefly before continuing.
[Normally I would have added more about that bastard Yoo Cheon-gil… but if you don’t trust him, there’s no need to elaborate.]
“What do you mean? If you were going to add something, tell me clearly.”
[It was a warning. I meant for you to understand clearly when you become entangled with him in the future. As for anything else…]
Dokjon trailed off, his brow furrowing. In those narrowed eyes, an inscrutable contemplation flickered.
[It’s something I cannot speak of.]
“…Something you cannot speak of.”
What could that mean?
Did it mean there was some problem preventing him from speaking involuntarily? Or perhaps.
‘Is it because of the old man, or is he choosing not to speak of his own will?’
I regarded Dokjon as the question arose within me.
“That’s something that won’t change even if I promise not to pry here, isn’t it?”
[…]
I pointed to the black object rippling in the water. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of Dokjon’s eyes widening fiercely.
And then.
[Yes, this is unavoidable.]
Dokjon answered as if grinding his teeth. Hearing that, I had to click my tongue inwardly.
‘It seems to be genuine after all.’
From his reaction, it didn’t appear he was lying.
Which meant.
‘There’s no point in asking further about the Old Man, then.’
If so, I needed to commit what truly mattered to memory.
First of all.
‘Yoo Cheon-gil has some connection to the Demonic Cult.’
In that process, there had been friction between him and Dokjon.
Because of that, both Yoo Cheon-gil and Dokjon showed reluctance regarding this matter.
‘…Yet it’s been over forty years now.’
Decades have passed since the Righteous-Demonic War ended.
For emotions to linger even after all that time—
It was something I couldn’t quite understand.
‘In any case.’
What mattered was whether this would affect me or not.
‘From the looks of it, I can’t afford to remain ignorant.’
Since the current situation was related to Yoo Cheon-gil, it was bound to affect me.
Which meant I had to investigate.
‘I’ll remember this.’
Even if I couldn’t uncover it immediately, it was something I needed to understand before it became too late.
I etched this deeply into my mind.
And.
‘The second important thing.’
Was whether I could trust Dokjon’s words now.
‘Just as I don’t trust Yoo Cheon-gil.’
That equally meant I couldn’t trust Dokjon either.
‘After all, they’re just lingering attachments clinging to me.’
Whatever they were in life, that didn’t matter to me.
Ultimately, what mattered was the same as before—whether they posed a threat to me or not.
“So, in the end, why did you bring the Divine Blade?”
[That is… wait. Your form of address seems to have changed?]
“You’re mistaken.”
[It doesn’t seem like a mistake-]
“Just tell me quickly. I’m leaving anyway.”
[It’s because of obsession.]
The moment I turned to leave, Dokjon spoke to me.
“Obsession?”
[Yes… obsession.]
“What does that mean?”
[Take it out once. Then it will be easier to explain.]
“…”
At Dokjon’s words, I narrowed my eyes slightly. I wondered if he was trying to pull something, but since taking it out wasn’t a problem, I immediately plunged my hand into the water.
After the cold sensation, something catches at my fingertips.
I pulled it out.
‘So this is the Celestial Demon’s… huh?’
Looking at what I’d retrieved, I couldn’t help but wear a bewildered expression.
“What is this…?”
I thought it was a sword and pulled it out, but it wasn’t a sword.
This was…
“…just a hilt, isn’t it?”
It was something that had once been a sword, rather than a sword itself.
More precisely, a sword’s hilt.
And faintly remaining above it, fragments of the blade.
If anything, it was in far worse condition than Manwol.
[That’s it! Exactly that!]
“…what is that.”
Was this the obsession Dokjon wanted to explain?
No matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t understand.
“I don’t understand at all.”
He said it would be easier to explain if I saw it, so I took it out, but in this state, what exactly am I supposed to hear?
I looked at Dokjon with questioning eyes.
[That is my obsession.]
“So why is this…”
[Repairing that sword. That is my obsession.]
“…What?”
Hearing his words, my face contorted.
He’s going to repair this broken sword?
And not just any broken sword…
“You’re going to repair the Celestial Demon’s sword?”
He’s going to repair the Celestial Demon’s sword—the very blade that sparked the Righteous-Demonic War and brought calamity upon the Central Plains?
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
I couldn’t understand how the conversation was progressing this way.
Of all things, it’s the Celestial Demon’s sword.
And he’s saying he’ll repair it?
“…Why?”
Why on earth?
Unable to understand, I asked for clarification, and Dokjon answered.
[It is both my obsession and my vow.]
“A vow, you say….”
A vow with whom? Just as I was about to ask that question.
[Child, there is no need for me to explain further. From the beginning, the arrangement was simply that if you drew the blade, you would receive compensation.]
Dokjon continued, his sharp eyes fixed upon me.
[The rest is your choice. Will you do it, or will you not?]
“….”
Would I quietly take this half-drawn blade and claim the Great Restoration Elixir?
Or would I refrain, unwilling to become entangled in this affair?
Such was Dokjon’s question.
However.
[Even if you choose not to take it, I shall still give you the Great Restoration Elixir.]
‘…What?’
At Dokjon’s words, my mind became momentarily confused.
He would give me the Great Restoration Elixir even if I didn’t take the blade?
Holding the hilt, I deliberated.
The wisest course was to avoid entanglement in troublesome matters, yet I could obtain the Great Restoration Elixir simply by leaving as is?
I couldn’t fathom why Dokjon would say such a thing.
What trouble could possibly arise from taking this?
Surely there would be some.
Naturally, the sensible choice was to take only the Great Restoration Elixir and depart.
As I contemplated this, I constructed a scale within my mind.
I weighed the recent events against the value of the Great Restoration Elixir.
And in the end.
“I shall take it with me, at least.”
I chose to take it.
If grave trouble were to arise, Yoo Cheon-gil would have dissuaded me from the start.
The fact that the old man did not suggest that I could proceed to some degree.
‘Though I trust neither of them entirely.’
Now that I had come this far, I believed it was right to seize the advantage.
With a metallic sound.
Grasping the Divine Blade, I emerged back outside.
My trousers were somewhat damp from having been submerged in water.
I climbed upward, feeling the discomfort.
“…So, I simply take that with me?”
I pointed with my hand to the table that had been bothering me since earlier.
At my words, Dokjon nodded.
[Yes. Take it with you.]
“….”
I moved carefully, surveying my surroundings.
A few other boxes were visible, but I couldn’t tell what they contained.
For now, I ignored them and focused solely on reaching the table.
As I mentioned before, touching something the ghost hasn’t permitted carries a high chance of bloodshed.
It’s best to simply grab what’s being offered and leave quickly.
I approached the table and carefully seized the box.
[When you remove the box, activate your profound energy.]
Upon hearing Dokjon’s words, I immediately activated the Moonlight Profound Energy.
A soft click.
The box lifted from the table. It wasn’t particularly heavy.
“…You’ve installed a mechanism even in this?”
[Of course. There are several precious items here.]
“Why specifically the Moonlight Profound Energy again…?”
If the mechanism’s trigger was the same Moonlight Profound Energy as the entrance, then others couldn’t have taken it anyway.
Wondering if that made the whole thing pointless, I asked.
[That box was never meant for someone to take in the first place.]
“Then what?”
[It was designed to eliminate intruders who wandered into the secret chamber.]
“…You’re saying you used the Great Restoration Pill as bait?”
[Exactly.]
Unbelievable.
No wonder it was sitting openly on the table.
‘Even without knowing it’s the Great Restoration Pill, anyone would immediately recognize it as a superior spiritual elixir just from its aura alone.’
He intended to use that to eliminate intruders.
Then.
[Originally, if you had said you wouldn’t take the Divine Blade, I wouldn’t have told you this. Fortunate, isn’t it?]
Dokjon’s words, delivered with a slight smile, sent a chill through me.
‘…Insane.’
So that’s why.
He said he’d give me the Great Restoration Pill even if I didn’t take the Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade.
‘He was planning to trigger the mechanism if things went differently.’
It was no different from planning to kill me.
‘…Damn…’
I was reminded once again that ghosts cannot be trusted.
“…Where is the exit?”
I asked, concealing my cold sweat.
Dokjon pointed to the wall on my right in response.
An entrance was faintly visible behind the box.
It was sitting right there, so I wondered if that was actually the exit.
I moved toward it. Then.
I came to an abrupt halt.
Pausing mid-step, I turned to regard Dokjon.
[Why do you linger? Do you have more to say?]
“Yes. Now that I think about it, there’s one more thing.”
[What is it….]
Dokjon’s expression shifted slightly, betraying a hint of weariness.
I had been ready to leave, but upon reflection, I realized there was still something crucial I hadn’t asked.
“So then, what exactly is the Dokuou searching for?”
What was the Dokuou seeking within Dokjon’s Secret?
I had yet to receive an answer to that question.
[Ah.]
Dokjon responded as though he too had forgotten the matter.
[That’s what you meant.]
“Yes.”
[That’s nothing particularly significant.]
His reaction was starkly different from when I had inquired about the Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade.
His tone was remarkably indifferent, as if to say why would anyone concern themselves with such a trivial matter.
Could it truly be of no consequence? Such thoughts were beginning to surface when—
[That fool is searching for the records of the restored Ten Thousand Heavens Torrential Rain. I destroyed them before I died.]
“You mean…?”
[Well, not destroyed exactly. To be precise, I tore them apart, burned them to ash, so nothing should remain. Yet that idiot searches here as though they were hidden away. Isn’t it amusing? Hehehehe—!]
“….”
Dokjon burst into genuine laughter at his own amusement.
Watching him, I found myself wiping my face with a dry hand several times.
‘…Nothing significant, my ass. This mad old fool.’
Nothing significant indeed.
It was extraordinarily significant.

* * *
I emerged from the exit of Bigo’s Secret.
I wondered where exactly the exit led to.
Fortunately, it connected to the Guest House Annex where the original entrance had been.
The entrance was different, but what mattered was that I could get out.
“Ugh, this is heavy….”
I returned to my room carrying the box.
It hadn’t seemed so heavy when I first picked it up, but moving with it made me realize it was heavier than expected.
After grunting and setting the box down inside the room.
I carelessly shoved the black handle into the drawer.
The size fit perfectly.
As I was organizing various things like this.
[You came back?]
“…Kugh….”
I covered my mouth at the sound I heard.
I nearly screamed.
Looking with trembling eyes, Yoo Cheon-gil was sitting casually inside my room.
When did this old man even come in?
[Why are you so startled? It’s not like you’re seeing my face for the first time.]
As Yoo Cheon-gil spoke as if exasperated, Dokjon spoke up instead of me.
[Who wouldn’t be startled seeing your face in the middle of the night?]
Dokjon said what I wanted to say. My frustration was completely relieved.
[This bastard…? Everyone else can curse at me all they want, but you can’t insult me with that face of yours.]
[At least my eyes don’t glow in the middle of the night, you goblin-like creature.]
[Ha.]
Yoo Cheon-gil tried to retort to Dokjon’s words again, but only attempted it before quickly closing his mouth.
His gaze landed on the drawer I had been touching, not on Dokjon.
The drawer containing the handle.
Yoo Cheon-gil, quietly observing it, clicked his tongue briefly as if displeased.
[…Just open the box.]
“Yes.”
He deliberately mentioned the box containing the Great Returning Elixir as if to redirect attention from the drawer.
Following his words, I grasped the box’s lid. I carefully opened it as is.
화아아아아—!!
An incredibly fragrant aroma burst forth from the gap.
I had sensed it even when the box was sealed, but the fragrance emanating from the opened gap was on a different level.
‘…Is this.’
Could this be the Great Returning Elixir known as the Divine Altar?
As I completely removed the lid, the object inside revealed itself clearly.
I had to open my eyes wide at the sight.
A perfectly spherical form, as if crafted with the utmost sincerity by a master artisan.
And the luminous hue that shimmered within that flawless sphere.
A Divine Altar that appeared both spiritually potent and sacred at first glance.
Could this be the Grand Restoration Pill that Shaolin produces perhaps once every few years?
As I found myself involuntarily holding back an exclamation of wonder at the sight,
my eyes rolled about, taking in the Grand Restoration Pills before me.
‘…one, two, three….’
I naturally began counting the number of Grand Restoration Pills within the box.
And so the number of Grand Restoration Pills laid before me was….
“…four…?”
There were actually four of them, not merely one or two.

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