The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 95

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 095
It was something from childhood.
To be honest, it was a time I didn’t want to remember.
My older brother collapsed before me.
His face, devastated and streaming with tears as he looked at me.
The weight of countless gazes pressing in from all directions.
Even the blood staining my hands.
That day, I fled from the emotions that overwhelmed me.
I had hidden myself deep within the forest, piercing through the rain.
Fortunately, the heavens poured down torrential rain that concealed my tears.
My body trembled from the cold wetness, yet the fever born of emotion kept me from feeling the chill.
Then suddenly, a shadow appeared to shield me.
‘So you were here.’
‘…!’
At the sound of his voice, Dang Yeeran moved urgently, but the face before her made her freeze.
The old man who had found me was smiling.
‘Ran.’
‘Grandfather….’
‘You must be so cold. Come, let’s go with grandfather.’
‘But….’
‘Don’t worry. We won’t go where those people are.’
Then where were we going? As young Dang Yeeran looked up with the question in her eyes, the old man extended his hand and spoke.
‘It’s a secret place only grandfather knows. I’ll tell only you, Ran, so you must keep it a secret, yes?’
A secret place. At those words, Dang Yeeran carefully grasped the old man’s hand.
Creeeak—!
The door opened.
Dang Yeeran walked through the opening.
“…Ugh, all this dust.”
How could there be so much dust?
It seemed I would need to clean this place up later, since I hadn’t been here for so long.
“Hmm.”
Dang Yeeran walked slowly down the passage.
It was a space I had grown accustomed to.
I hadn’t come recently, but over the past several years, I had visited this place countless times.
‘Come here whenever you feel sorrow.’
Following the words he had left behind.
Whenever I felt troubled, I would seek out this place.
And this time was no different.
A place no one, not a single soul, could find.
That was why I had come here so very many times.
Creak.
I descended the staircase for quite some time.
After a brief journey, I reached my destination.
A small door came into view.
Dang Yeeran naturally grasped the door and opened it.
As the door swung wide, the space revealed itself.
A dimly lit chamber.
Being underground, there were no windows to be seen.
It was simply dark, yet Dang Yeeran paid it no mind.
She had visited this place countless times already. The absence of light held no significance for her.
Naturally, I pierced through the darkness and walked, settling somewhere in the space.
Though I could not see even an inch ahead, it felt utterly familiar.
Thus, I sat naturally and gently swung my legs, which dangled in the air.
And then.
“You know, Grandfather.”
I spoke as if someone were listening.
It was Dang Yeeran’s long-standing habit.
“I failed again today.”
A soliloquy directed at someone who might perhaps be listening.
“What went wrong? I’m not entirely sure.”
Dang Yeeran continued to voice her experiences matter-of-factly into the empty air.
“I’ve tried this and that… everything, but it’s simply not easy. I want to give up, but then Grandfather would be disappointed, wouldn’t he?”
Dang Yeeran laughed awkwardly. Her laughter caused the space to resonate slightly.
“So I must work harder… but I wonder if I can do well…. Honestly, I sometimes think I should just marry as the family wishes.”
She understood that would actually benefit her clan more.
That day, long ago.
From then on, her role within the family had been predetermined.
“…Ah.”
Recalling that, Dang Yeeran spoke.
“Speaking of marriage, I made a confession this time.”
She recalled proposing to a young man of similar age, perhaps even younger than herself.
“He’s really handsome. I was genuinely shocked, I tell you?”
I had never seen anyone so handsome before.
Though his drowsy eyes and obvious reluctance were evident.
Even accounting for that, his appearance was exceptional.
In part, I had proposed because I was captivated by his looks.
Moreover.
“I also thought I’d surprise Father a little.”
He had withdrawn his attention from me.
And Father, who disapproved of what I wished to pursue.
I wondered what reaction he would show if he learned that I had become entangled with that young man.
That’s what I was curious about.
And not just anyone—the son of my mother’s first love, no less.
If it had succeeded, it would have been amusing.
Yes, purely for amusement.
That was all I had wanted from the young man back then.
I was certain of it at the time.
“…It seems things have gotten a bit complicated.”
Dang Yeeran laughed awkwardly and scratched her cheek.
“This has truly become troublesome.”
This shouldn’t be happening.
I was slightly bothered by it.
“…This really makes no sense, does it?”
Even I found it absurd.
How many days had I seen him?
His face was to my taste, certainly, but this was different.
We had exchanged only a few words, and there was no emotional connection.
Yet he occupied my thoughts.
“This is troublesome. Why is this happening?”
Because he seemed to recognize my worth?
Or perhaps because he seemed more upright than his appearance suggested?
Or something else entirely.
‘There’s something about him that keeps drawing my curiosity…. Oh, for heaven’s sake.’
Dang Yeeran stopped mid-thought and wiped her face.
What is this? Any reason I conjure becomes valid.
Feeling truly troubled, I shook my head firmly.
“No, that’s not it…. It’s not.”
While all those reasons seemed sufficient when listed together, ultimately none of them were the true cause.
The real reason was.
“He resembles my grandfather.”
I see someone else in him.
Someone I yearn for so deeply.
He reminds me of that person.
It’s a cruel irony.
‘He really doesn’t resemble him at all.’
His appearance is completely different.
One could say he looks the opposite.
Yet there’s something similar.
Perhaps what I perceive as resemblance isn’t really about appearance.
‘It’s a feeling.’
A feeling I carry with me.
The sensation of being truly seen for who I am.
And.
‘…the fact that he appears when I need him.’
When things become truly difficult and exhausting.
When I want to give up—he appears.
I’ve only seen him a handful of times, yet that’s the feeling I get.
But.
“I’ll just think of it as coincidence.”
Everything is coincidence.
It’s simply that I’ve been worn down lately, making me read too deeply into things.
That’s what I decided to believe.
“Sigh.”
After pouring out everything, Dang Yeeran rose from where she sat.
That’s enough lamenting. I’ve vented all the words I held back—now it’s sufficient.
Is it because I’ve purged my emotions?
It felt refreshing, yet absurd.
The muttered words I’d spoken aloud came back to me.
‘Resembling, my foot.’
Even after saying it myself, it’s ridiculous.
That Young Man from Bang Family resembling my grandfather?
“I must be quite strange.”
What was it I said?
That he appeared whenever I needed him was the problem?
‘That’s still just coincidence.’
It really is coincidence.
“But I can’t dwell on this.”
Knowing that obsessing over such feelings would lead to trouble, Dang Yeeran quickly shook her head.
Yes, it’s coincidence.
But.
‘What if it’s not coincidence?’
What if he truly is someone who appears in my darkest moments, like my grandfather did?
‘Would he appear now?’
Would he appear even now, when I’m utterly exhausted?
With that thought, Dang Yeeran stood still and looked around.
Then she let out a quiet laugh.
“That’s impossible.”
How could he possibly appear in this sealed space—
Screeeech.
Boom—!
“…Huh?”
At the sudden sound, Dang Yeeran tensed instantly.
Clank. Whirrrrr.
The wall before her began to open.
“…What?”
“…Eh?”
Bangseong-yeon appeared.
Upon seeing him, another sound reached Dang Yeeran’s ears.
Thud.
The noise of something large falling.
That was probably.
The sound of Dang Yeeran’s heart pounding wildly.

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Eyes meeting unexpectedly. I stood there with a dazed expression at the appearance of this unforeseen person.
“Young Master Bang…?”
At the mellifluous voice that reached my ears, I barely regained my senses.
“…Dang… Miss Dang?”
The woman was unmistakably Dang Yeeran.
If I wasn’t seeing an illusion, it had to be her.
‘This is reality and not an illusion?’
If it wasn’t reality, that would be even worse.
Why on earth was she here?
This should be a place where we could never meet…?
Unable to make sense of it, I stared at Dang Yeeran.
“…How did Young Master Bang come to be here….”
Dang Yeeran seemed equally flustered, her eyes widening as she looked at me.
Gathering my wits as best I could, I spoke to her.
“…That is precisely what I wish to ask you, Miss Dang. How have you come to be in this place?”
“Yes…? How I came to be here? That is….”
Dang Yeeran faltered mid-sentence.
Seeing that expression, I suspected she possessed some understanding of this space as well.
Moreover.
‘…Why is that old man here too?’
I noticed Dokjon standing behind Dang Yeeran. I’d wondered where he’d gone, but here he was.
However.
‘…Why is he glaring at me like that?’
Dokjon’s gaze was ominous.
His eyes were already frightening by nature, but now he was staring at me as if he wanted me dead.
‘What is this?’
Why is she acting like that?
I wondered if I was mistaken and she was merely looking at me, but.
‘…No. That’s definitely it.’
No matter how I looked at it, she was glaring at me.
What did I do wrong? I couldn’t think of anything in particular.
Even when I racked my brain, I couldn’t figure it out.
For now, I ignored her gaze and kept looking at Dang Yeeran.
“You girl.”
“…Eek…!”
Startled by the voice coming from right beside me, I let out a sound without thinking.
It was Dokuou.
Dokuou, who had appeared without warning, spoke to Dang Yeeran from beside me.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“…Lord of the Clan…? How did you come to be here…!”
Dang Yeeran, upon facing Dokuou, began to speak but quickly composed herself with proper etiquette.
“I greet you, Lord of the Clan….”
“Answer my question. How is it that you are in this place?”
“….”
“You girl.”
As Dang Yeeran could not answer, Dokuou asked again.
In his second question, I felt a persistent pressure.
A thick and dark pressure so intense that my knees trembled without my realizing it.
Under Dokuou’s words, Dang Yeeran, whose lips had been quivering, confessed to him.
“This place is… somewhere my Grandfather showed me.”
“What?”
At Dang Yeeran’s words, Dokuou’s eyes narrowed.
“…He showed you this place?”
“…Yes.”
“Then why have you not reported this until now?”
[This wretch?]
At Dokuou’s words, Dokjon’s gaze, which had been glaring at me, turned toward him.
[Why did you reveal the existence of my room to this fool! You insolent bastard…!]
“….”
Dokjon spoke harshly, displeased with Dokuou’s attitude.
“…I apologize. When the girl was emotionally weary, I kept silent so she could use this as a place of refuge….”
Dang Yeeran explained her reason to Dokuou without any excuse.
‘…A place of refuge?’
When had Dokjon died?
It had been at least five years ago. Then, she had been coming here even before that?
How was such a thing possible?
‘…What is this. There’s no need to think about it.’
I knew there wasn’t just one secret passage.
There was already a space I could enter through the guest residence.
It wouldn’t have been strange if there was another route.
“That….”
Dokuou heard Dang Yeeran’s words and tried to say something.
But he didn’t finish his sentence.
“…We will discuss this matter later without fail. For now, I have things to do, so step aside.”
“Lord of the Clan…!”
Dang Yeeran tried to say something, but Dokuou passed by her and entered the room.
Dang Yeeran watched Dokuou with trembling eyes.
‘Hmm.’
I rubbed my neck at the sudden situation.
Who would have known Dang Yeeran would appear here.
I thought I wouldn’t meet her at least in the underground.
‘…Could Dokjon have told Dang Yeeran about the underground?’
But would that lead to meeting like this?
The situation felt truly strange.
Feeling that way, I glanced at Dang Yeeran.
“…!”
As I sent my gaze, Dang Yeeran flinched in surprise.
Why is she acting like that again?
The way she hung her head low and avoided my eyes was odd.
What’s this?
“Miss Dang.”
“Eh… Yes?”
When I called her, her response became even stranger.
“…Where are you looking?”
Dang Yeeran kept staring at the ground even as I called her.
And I could see her ears had turned somewhat red.
“Why are you like that…? Did I do something wrong?”
“…No…? No… You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then why…?”
“I was just startled. I didn’t expect to see you here… didn’t expect it.”
“Ah, well, that’s true….”
But did she need to react like that?
Ah, could it be.
‘Is she bothered by being scolded just now?’
If being reprimanded by Dokuou was the problem, that could make sense.
Then perhaps I should look away for a moment?
I nodded in understanding and turned my head. Just as I was about to ask Yoo Cheon-gil with my eyes what we should do.
‘Hmm?’
Something caught my eye as I glanced behind me.
Far in the distance.
The people Dokuou had brought with him.
Those he called the mechanism master and the formation expert were doing something while their gazes locked onto each other.
Their eyes, and hand gestures. Even the shape of their mouths when visible.
“….”
Though I couldn’t decipher everything, one thing was certain.
‘What’s this foul stench?’
There was a foul stench.
Something reeking wafted through the air.
Sensing the suspicious atmosphere, I tried to concentrate more carefully.
[Turn your head away. You’ll be discovered.]
“….”
At Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice, I immediately looked elsewhere.
The moment I turned my head, I felt them staring at me with an almost supernatural awareness.
[Don’t look anymore. You might raise suspicion.]
“….”
I didn’t respond, only swallowing dryly.
Hearing that old man’s words, I became certain.
‘This is definitely….’
Something was afoot.

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