The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 94

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 094
Myriad Flowers Falling from Heaven.
A beautiful phrase describing how flower petals rain down from the sky in abundance.
Yet in truth, it bears a cruel and savage name.
The reason being this:
‘What fills the heavens are not flowers at all, but dark energy projectiles without exception.’
Myriad Flowers Falling from Heaven is a supreme technique that deploys dozens of varieties of dark energy across the sky to unleash bombardment.
It is known that Dokuei-gun, a former Lord of the Dang Clan, orchestrated a massacre using this very technique during the righteous-evil factional war when the Dang Clan still walked the path of darkness.
When the Dang Clan converted to the righteous path, they abolished and erased Myriad Flowers Falling from Heaven—the technique that had claimed the most righteous faction lives.
The reason many still feared the Dang Clan was not merely
because of their distant past assistance to the evil factions, but also
because they had demonstrated through that single technique in war a power that lingered in memory even now.
Therefore, I understood well what significance the technique of Myriad Flowers Falling from Heaven held for the Dang Clan.
So when I heard the story from Yoo Cheon-gil, I didn’t find it particularly strange.
‘The old man helped restore the Dang Clan’s Myriad Flowers Falling from Heaven.’
When I heard those words,
I did wonder why Yoo Cheon-gil would suddenly help restore such a technique.
‘…But seeing that old man’s abilities, it’s certainly possible.’
Despite his eccentric and crude nature,
Yoo Cheon-gil was regarded as the supreme master of both ancient and modern times, the Heavenly Supreme himself.
In terms of martial knowledge alone, he was someone no one could dismiss.
If he had been asked to restore it, I could accept that much.
‘…But what does he mean by “created”?’
Not restored, but created.
It was a statement I couldn’t comprehend.
“How could you possibly create that, sir?”
It wasn’t a technique from the Cheonwol Gate, but from the Dang Clan itself.
How could Yoo Cheon-gil have possibly created it? Confused, I asked, and Yoo Cheon-gil replied matter-of-factly.
[What do you mean how? I just made it.]
“…Can martial techniques really be made just like that?”
[Well, isn’t Myriad Flowers Falling from Heaven just about launching dark energy projectiles and smashing things below? I just put that together and made one, and since that Danggyen fellow kept pestering me for it, I gave it to him.]
“…Ah, I see…?”
So that’s how it was.
Martial techniques, and even supreme techniques from other sects, could apparently be made casually. I see.
‘As if that were possible.’
At such an absurd statement, I dragged my dry hand across my face.
There was no way I could truly comprehend this.
If there was anything I could understand from all this,
‘It was that despite Yoo Cheon-gil saying it so casually, the technique’s completion was refined enough that Dokjon himself kept demanding it.’
And.
‘So I obtained the Myriad Heaven Crimson Rain, yet never passed it on to my successor—I erased it instead.’
And now Dokuou is searching for it.
Why would Dokuou seek the Myriad Heaven Crimson Rain?
This question wasn’t difficult to answer.
‘This too is a matter of symbolism…’
The power contained within the martial technique known as Myriad Heaven Crimson Rain.
That alone would allow the Dang Clan to solidify its standing and presence.
Even now, the Dang Clan had risen to prominence among the Five Great Houses, and with the existence of Steel, our position was assured.
‘Yet separate from that.’
Unlike the Dang Clan of old, the current Dang Clan had inevitably taken on a somewhat different character.
‘Back then, we were called masters of assassination techniques and monsters of poison cultivation.’
But now, the impression was overwhelmingly that we were craftsmen of martial instruments through Steel.
Could it be.
‘Is that the reason?’
Could Dokuou’s pursuit of traces of the Myriad Heaven Crimson Rain stem from precisely that?
‘If I consider it that way, the explanation does hold together roughly.’
Yet it felt somewhat crude to call it certainty.
“Hmm.”
It troubled me.
Depending on Dokuou’s true purpose, there would be much or little to consider, so I couldn’t help but be concerned.
“Tsk.”
I clicked my tongue softly.
The confirmed fact was this: what Dokuou sought was the Myriad Heaven Crimson Rain.
And that Yoo Cheon-gil created it, and Dokjon received and burned it.
If these were the established truths.
‘Then here.’
What could I gain from this?
For now, I resolved to focus only on that question.

* * *
Time had passed. It was now afternoon, just as Dokuou had said.
I had finished training with Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong, and was staying at my residence when it happened.
The Dang Clan members came to find me. Their method was identical to yesterday’s.
They obscured my vision so I couldn’t see ahead, then led us away in the same manner as before.
‘…How tedious.’
It’s right there in front of us—did they really need to do this?
Of course, they wouldn’t know that I already knew the location.
It was a waste of time.
Anyway, after a bit longer, when we arrived at our destination and my vision brightened again, I could see Dokuou standing there alongside the same people from yesterday.
“Welcome.”
“I greet the Lord of the Dang Clan.”
After offering a light bow, I looked toward the open entrance.
‘The door doesn’t seem to have been closed.’
There was also the possibility it had been opened again. After all, I had reported the method of opening it to the Dang Clan.
And.
‘…That is.’
A large box on the wall. Seeing it, I furrowed my brow.
“…Lord of the Clan. That….”
“Indeed. It is Manwol.”
‘As I suspected.’
The familiar box was Manwol, which the Iron Master had reinforced last time.
Let me emphasize again—reinforced, not repaired.
He had said it would be difficult to fully repair.
The fact that they brought it again meant….
“Yesterday it served no purpose. But today it may be useful, so I brought it once more.”
“…I suspected as much.”
“I apologize for bringing an object without the permission of Bang Disciple. I shall send a formal letter of apology to Cheonwol Gate separately.”
“….”
He knew it would be a problem and did it anyway.
What this meant was.
‘They must be quite desperate.’
Desperate enough to commit a breach of courtesy toward another sect.
It meant Dokuou, or the Dang Clan itself, was that urgent.
‘Hmm….’
I observed Dokuou quietly.
He maintained his usual expressionless demeanor, but if one looked closely, subtle differences were discernible.
Impatience? No. It wasn’t that, nor anger, nor anxiety.
‘What is it.’
I still couldn’t quite grasp it, but one thing was certain—something was different.
After observing Dokuou, I turned my gaze toward the box containing Manwol.
Dokuou was Dokuou, but still.
‘…Do I really need to take that with me?’
After hearing Dokjon’s explanation, it seemed unnecessary to bring it along.
Was there any real need to carry Manwol with me?
While I was contemplating this.
[Take it with you.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me.
[You’ll need it.]
Need it? That?
‘…Hmm.’
Was this different from what Dokjon said? Questions arose, but hesitation did not.
I strode toward the box.
“It would be right for me to carry it, wouldn’t it?”
Dokuou nodded. Since ownership clearly belonged to me, this was indeed the proper way to take it.
Thud.
‘Ugh.’
The moment I tried to lift it, the weight became distinctly apparent.
Damn. This thing is ridiculously heavy.
I barely managed to hoist it onto my shoulder. Why was a single sword this impossibly heavy?
I tried hard to conceal my struggle.
[Tsk tsk. You shouldn’t strain yourself over something so trivial. Originally, Manwol was far heavier than this.]
The old man always seemed to notice when I was struggling and would tease me about it.
Damn old man.
‘Still.’
Perhaps because I had touched the First Tier, it wasn’t merely heavy.
Yes. The First Tier.
‘I am First Tier.’
Something warm rose from within me. I brushed my nose and straightened my shoulders with pride.
“…Bang Disciple. Why are you like that?”
“Like what?”
“Well, you look like you’re in a good mood.”
“Ah… I was thinking about carrying my master’s sword on my back, and it just made me feel proud.”
[Nonsense.]
“Ah, as expected…”
At my response, Cheon Euijin nodded as if impressed. Whenever I do anything, he always makes that expression.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I looked toward Do-hyeong.
‘The Guardian Spirit is fine…’
The Guardian Spirit circling near Do-hyeong remained unchanged from before.
There would be no problem entering now.
Thinking of that, I spoke to Dokuou.
“…Let’s go. I’m ready.”
At my words, Dokuou turned his back.
We entered Dokjon’s secret vault once more.

* * *
Since I knew the path, moving through it wasn’t difficult.
Having come here once before, I’d say it felt familiar.
I was somewhat afraid of any hidden mechanisms, but because I had memorized the route, I could walk with a bit more confidence.
‘I’m first-rate, after all.’
Ah, I should be more composed, but my lips kept twitching strangely.
I forced my expression down by covering my face with my hand.
‘Fool.’
Of all places, I couldn’t keep my wits about me in a secret vault.
If I accidentally touched something wrong, I might die. I needed to sharpen my focus.
“Huh.”
I deliberately exhaled a breath.
It was to calm myself.
‘…I have a long way to go. I shouldn’t be pleased already.’
It’s not yet. It wasn’t yet.
I’m only first-rate now.
I’m merely first-rate now.
That’s how I had to think. Yes, that was it.
‘I have no intention of being satisfied with merely first-rate.’
I needed to look toward higher peaks. So now wasn’t the time to be excited—it was time to prepare.
Thinking that way, my heart gradually settled.
“Huuuh….”
I walked while repeating my breaths quietly.
As I descended the stairs, a gap appeared beside me. It was the space I had opened last time.
I entered there. Manwol on my back was still heavy, but bearable.
Thump.
I continued forward.
A vast, brightly lit space came into view.
It was the center of the secret vault, filled with luminous pearls.
The moment I entered, my gaze was drawn to the same vault I had visited with Dokjon last night.
The place full of weapons and containing a secret chamber within.
Fortunately, it was closed.
Seeing that, I spoke to Dokuou.
“How should I proceed with the search?”
I asked whether he intended to conduct a comprehensive search like last time.
“Bang Disciple, do you see anything?”
“…Me?”
Dokuou directed his question at me first, not at those he had brought along.
Did I see anything?
“…Well… I’m afraid not yet.”
I wished I could say something more, but unfortunately, that was the truth.
There was nothing I could do about it.
‘Dokjon isn’t here right now.’
Without Dokjon, I had no one to tell me about the secret chamber.
“I suppose I’ll need to search for a bit first.”
“Very well.”
“Yes.”
“…”
“…”
“…Ah, you’re telling me to search, aren’t you?”
Dokuou nods.
This man, I tell you.
‘Now he’s just going to use me outright?’
Ridiculous. He brings along both an artificer and a formation master, and now he’s delegating the task to me?
What a pain.
‘I should never have shown off so much.’
If I had merely pretended to know something, it would have been fine, but now that I’ve handled everything, it’s become rather bothersome.
Besides.
‘…I do know the method.’
I actually knew how to open the secret chamber, embarrassingly enough.
It was because I had memorized the method last time.
This time shouldn’t be much different.
‘I can see the points.’
The location of the points, and the pattern.
Once I found those, opening Dokjon’s secret chamber wouldn’t be particularly difficult.
Only.
‘Rather than opening it right away.’
Wouldn’t it be better to observe the situation a bit longer before opening it?
I pondered it that way.
‘…Hmm.’
After a brief moment of consideration, I spoke to Do-hyeong beside me.
“Senior.”
“…Yes?”
“Would you follow me for a moment?”
“…Understood.”
Do-hyeong followed without complaint, though confusion flickered across his face at my words.
I spoke while looking at Do-hyeong.
“Do you see that wall over there?”
I pointed with my finger, and Do-hyeong nodded.
“Please go toward it.”
“Go?”
“Yes. Just go there however you like. Freely.”
“…Freely?”
“Yes. Whether you go in a straight line or move around however you wish, just go freely.”
“…”
What was I doing? Do-hyeong frowned at my request, but he showed no particular displeasure this time either.
Do-hyeong gazed at the wall quietly, then walked in a perfectly straight line.
Slowly. One step at a time.
As I watched Do-hyeong walk, I called out to him.
“Senior! If it feels even slightly dangerous or you get the sense you don’t want to go, just come back!”
I heard no response. Do-hyeong only looked back at me after reaching the wall.
Confirming this, I nodded.
“Good. It seems there’s no problem after all.”
The mechanism appears to have no issues or dangers. I could feel at ease.
Just as I was contentedly observing Do-hyeong.
“…”
“…”
“…That…”
Those around me were showing subtle reactions as they looked at me.
What’s this?
“Why are you all like that?”
“…No, it’s nothing…Bang Disciple must have had his reasons…”
“Pardon?”
Cheon Euijin spoke as if trying hard to understand. What? Why are they like that? As I looked to see what was wrong, Yoo Cheon-gil answered instead.
[Of course—you’re a ruthless bastard who crudely verified whether there were traps by using your comrade, aren’t you?]
‘Insane.’
My eyes widened upon hearing his words.
Now that I thought about it, I could see how it might appear that way. I hadn’t considered it.
‘No, I was just using Do-hyeong’s Guardian Spirit.’
From my perspective, I had intended to utilize Do-hyeong’s Guardian Spirit.
Since the Guardian Spirit would be extremely concerned for Do-hyeong’s safety, I was using the fact that it would react before any danger occurred.
‘…They saw it that way?’
Could I really have appeared to be a ruthless bastard trying to breach a trap by using a comrade?
There was no misunderstanding quite like this—
[…What exactly is the difference?]
‘What…?’
Knowing he wouldn’t die was one thing, but using Do-hyeong to verify the trap was another matter entirely.
“Ahem…”
I approached Do-hyeong with an awkward cough.
I simply followed the exact path Do-hyeong had taken moments before.
“…Senior, you’ve done me a great service. Please leave the rest to me now. I’ll handle all the dangerous work.”
“…”
Do-hyeong’s gaze turned slightly sharp. I deliberately ignored it and adjusted the mechanism.
I used the method I’d memorized last night.
Then.
끼이이이익—!!!!
As if waiting for this moment, the device whirred and the door swung open.
Boom-!!
“…Impressive speed.”
Dokuou whispered at the sight, his tone carrying unmistakable admiration.
“Now then, let’s search again—”
The moment I began speaking toward the open doorway.
“…Bang Disciple…?”
I heard someone calling my name.
The title sounded like Cheon Euijin would use it, but the voice wasn’t his.
And it came from ahead, not behind.
Ahead would be… the room that just opened?
Curious about what was happening, I peered inside.
“…Huh?”
An unexpected figure came into view.
“…Why are you here…?”
A woman staring at me with wide eyes.
‘What.’
Dokwha Dangyeran, Dokuou’s daughter.
‘Why is she here?’
She was in this place.

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