The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 97

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 097
I kept my gaze fixed on him without letting my attention waver.
“…Prepare for the next search.”
The Lord of the Clan, who had issued orders to those approaching, moved forward slowly.
Since it wasn’t in that room, he seemed intent on finding the next location.
‘If it’s not there either, we might as well consider it nonexistent.’
It was clearly a room where secretaries gathered.
If the secretary of Myriad Flowers Falling from Heaven wasn’t even here, it seemed reasonable to give up by now.
But Dokuou didn’t seem inclined to do so.
‘Hmm.’
Yet I couldn’t say the secretary of Myriad Flowers Falling from Heaven didn’t exist.
‘I really don’t want to carry this heavy thing around while searching.’
Manwol on my back was equally troubled.
‘This isn’t easy.’
Regardless of the generous reward, pretending ignorance while knowing the truth was always an awkward affair.
I had to sigh without anyone noticing and prepare for what came next.
But then.
“…Lord of the Clan! There’s something here…!”
Everyone’s attention focused on the voice coming from inside.
‘Huh?’
My eyes widened at that.
The one who spoke was none other than the man I had been watching.
“There’s something here…!”
Dokuou reacted to the man’s shout.
What? Is there really something there?
That shouldn’t be possible…?
There’s no way what Dokuou is searching for could be there.
As I stared, convinced of this.
“What are you talking about?”
Dokuou approached him.
Suddenly, the man’s eyes gleamed.
Shing—!
The man abruptly drew a short blade and thrust it at Dokuou.
‘This crazy bastard.’
I was startled by the sudden ambush, but only for a moment.
Slash—!
“Gahhhhh!!”
Dokuou effortlessly blocked the man’s attack and severed his wrist in one motion.
The detached hand fell to the ground.
A short blade had appeared in Dokuou’s hand, but I hadn’t noticed when he had drawn it until after he’d already cut off his opponent’s hand.
“Father…!”
As Dokuou came under attack, Dang Yeeran gasped and rushed forward.
Dokuou raised his hand to block her.
His gaze remained fixed on the one who had ambushed me.
“What is the meaning of this?”
His voice remained unchanged despite the ambush.
Yet hearing it, I felt chills run down my spine.
With a sharp crack, Dokuou seized the man’s throat and lifted him into the air.
Watching him effortlessly hoist an adult male, I couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming pressure radiating from him.
“Doo Yeong-cheon. What is this madness?”
Dokuou asked, as if unable to comprehend.
So the assailant’s name was Doo Yeong-cheon.
“Gasp…”
Doo Yeong-cheon, clearly in agony, drooled while staring at Dokuou with his eyes.
Meeting that gaze, Dokuou questioned him again.
“Who sent you?”
He seemed certain this wasn’t Doo Yeong-cheon’s act alone.
“I never thought you’d fall for such a crude ploy. What is your purpose?”
The ambush was remarkably clumsy.
No matter how I looked at it, the probability of success approached zero, yet it was carried out nonetheless—there had to be a reason.
Contemplating this, Dokuou posed his question.
“Heh… hehehehe.”
Doo Yeong-cheon laughed in response.
It was grotesque.
Bleeding and in pain, yet laughing.
It appeared far too grotesque.
Then.
“Everything… everything…”
Doo Yeong-cheon spoke to Dokuou.
“…will crumble… for the falling heavens…”
Along with those words.
Screech—!
Boom—!!!
The door to the room Dokuou occupied slammed shut.
“Huh?”
“Lord of the Clan!”
“What is—!!”
As the door closed, the martial artists outside reacted.
Watching this, my mind spun wildly.
My eyes darted about.
“Ah.”
I steadied my breathing and glanced around.
In that instant.
Screeeech.
From somewhere, the sound of another mechanism grinding echoed.
[Oh. They’ve arrived.]
Yoo Cheon-gil reacted as if he’d been waiting for that very sound.
Screech-! Screeeeech.
Thud!
Kugugyeong-!
Before the sound could fade, another wall section swung open.
The moment everyone’s gaze turned toward it.
Thud thud.
Footsteps echoed.
Shing-!
The instant they heard it, blades were drawn from all directions.
I did the same.
Though there was one difference in my approach.
Whoosh-!
Thunk!
“Gack…!?”
Rather than merely drawing my blade, I swung it at the Dang Clan warrior who had been creeping toward Dang Yeeran’s back.
The warrior’s neck pierced, he collapsed while bleeding.
Those who witnessed it gasped in shock.
“Bang Disciple…!?”
“Bangseong-yeon! What are you doing-!”
Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong cried out at me, but this was not the moment to heed them.
“The Heavenly Supreme is northwest, second position. Senior, the one below on your right. They’re enemies.”
“…!”
The moment the words left my mouth, Do-hyeong’s gaze shifted.
And.
Shing shing-!!
The very people I’d identified swiftly swung their blades.
Clang-! Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin hastily blocked the attacks.
“What…!”
Meanwhile, Dang Yeeran’s eyes widened at the sudden eruption of chaos.
The situation shifted dramatically. Sharp killing intent whipped through the space.
I stared at Yoo Cheon-gil with a deeply furrowed brow.
Yoo Cheon-gil gazed toward the entrance with a faint smile on his face.
‘This…’
Is this the situation you desired? Leaving Yoo Cheon-gil in this troublesome predicament, I turned my gaze toward Dokjon.
Dokjon wore an uncomfortable expression but said nothing in particular.
‘…What is he trying to do?’
Something was clearly amiss. I looked down at my hands.
Trembling, trembling, trembling. My fingertips quivered. In that same moment, I turned my attention to the figure collapsed on the ground.
I didn’t know his name or his age. All I could discern was that he was a man.
‘Damn it.’
I had killed another person. Because of that, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Exhaling slowly, I suppressed my emotions with repeated breaths.
Then.
Clang—! Clang clang!
A sharp metallic sound rang out. Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin were engaged in combat.
Should I join in?
In the moment I hesitated.
“Unexpected.”
A heavy voice echoed from somewhere.
Simultaneously.
Shhk—!
“…!”
The throats of the combatants were suddenly severed, their bodies rolling across the floor.
At that sight, Do-hyeong hastily raised his blade.
Clang—!
A harsh sound erupted from Do-hyeong’s sword as the impact crashed down upon him.
“Ugh.”
Do-hyeong furrowed his brow and retreated.
“Oh. You blocked it?”
Someone approached with evident delight at the sight.
That one. It had to be him.
‘The owner of those footsteps.’
The source of those footsteps I’d been hearing all along.
The very one who made every hair on my body stand on end the moment I heard him.
It had to be him.
“Haa…. Ha.”
The breathing I had barely managed to calm began to tremble again. It seemed everyone in this place felt the same.
All eyes fixed on a single point.
Thud thud.
Though multiple footsteps could be heard, for some reason only one resonated clearly in my ears.
Not long after, figures emerged from the open entrance.
Approximately a dozen or so.
All of them were individuals clad in black martial robes and wearing masks.
Only one. Just a single person stood with their face fully exposed.
A height approaching eight feet.
A long-haired man boasting an enormous frame with shoulders spread wide.
Cold sweat trickled down my cheeks as I beheld him.
I could tell immediately upon seeing him.
That he was the source of the wariness coursing through my entire body.
“Hmmm.”
The Giant exhaled softly.
Then he lifted the corners of his mouth and grinned wickedly.
With yellowed teeth bared in a broad smile, the Giant spoke to us.
“Pleased to meet you.”
“…Who are you?”
Do-hyeong spoke cautiously while observing the Giant.
“Me?”
At that question, the Giant pointed to himself with a thick finger.
“Well, I suppose I’d have to ask the blood clots to know for sure.”
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
As the Giant’s laughter spilled forth, my heart convulsed. The murderous intent woven into that small laugh sent shivers down my spine.
“This old man is called Palduyeok. Do you happen to know of him?”
“…!”
Palduyeok. Upon hearing that name, Cheon Euijin reacted immediately.
“The Demonic Spear…?”
“Yes.”
At Cheon Euijin’s words, the Giant clapped his hands.
“You know of me.”
“How are you….”
‘The Demonic Spear?’
It was an epithet I wasn’t familiar with, but Cheon Euijin seemed to know it, and the moment it was mentioned, both Do-hyeong and Dang Yeeran appeared shocked.
“The Demonic Spear… but that’s someone who died ten years ago…. And at that…”
Dang Yeeran spoke with a tense expression before closing her mouth. Seeing this, the Giant chuckled and continued.
“That’s right. I took quite the beating from your father.”
“….”
“Well, well. It seems everyone knows already, so I’m in good spirits. Then.”
Thud.
“…!”
Everyone’s body went rigid. By the time I noticed, Palduyeok had already closed the distance to our side.
I hadn’t perceived it.
He was clearly far away just moments ago—when did he move?
“I have a question I’d like to ask as well. Will you answer me?”
Thud. Palduyeok placed his arm on Cheon Euijin’s shoulder as he spoke.
“Which one of you is the Sword Saint’s previous incarnation?”
I had to pause at those words. Cheon Euijin’s eyes trembled.
“I heard he was handsome… but all these bastards here have decent faces, so it’s confusing. Could it be you?”
Palduyeok asked while looking at Cheon Euijin, but quickly shook his head.
“No. This one doesn’t seem to be it…”
Then his gaze turned toward me.
“Hmm, this one is… also ambiguous. So then”
Finally, he turned toward Do-hyeong.
“It’s you. You’re the best looking.”
“…”
Soon after, Palduyeok spoke with certainty.
“You’re the Sword Saint’s previous incarnation. Right?”
Upon hearing the question, Do-hyeong’s expression twisted slightly.
“That’s correct.”
He admitted it immediately.
One moment.
“I—!”
Boom!
He couldn’t continue speaking. Palduyeok vanished once more and hurled a fist at Do-hyeong.
“Ugh!”
Do-hyeong barely blocked it with his sword, but his body was sent flying into the air.
He managed to land and reduce the impact, but by then Palduyeok was already standing before him.
“You shouldn’t lie when someone asks you a question.”
Then his gaze turned toward me.
“Isn’t that right, Bangseong-yeon?”
“…”
I had to frown upon hearing those words.
It seemed he already knew everything.
Damn it. With a hand still trembling, I brushed back my hair.
Yeah, rot. I should have known something like this would happen someday.
I should have anticipated it from the moment I got entangled with that insane demon.
“Senior… did you come looking for me?”
I didn’t even know who he was, but I called him senior anyway.
“Hmm.”
At my words, Palduyeok glanced at me with interest.
“Your appearance matches, but are you really that monster’s previous incarnation?”
“Well, I’m certainly much better looking than that fellow.”
“Ha ha.”
Pop.
With a brief sound, Palduyeok appeared right before my face. What is he, some kind of thief from the Hong clan? Why does he keep appearing and disappearing like that?
My back was already drenched.
I concealed the cold sweat soaking my clothes and stared at him.
“You enjoy flaunting that tongue of yours. A man should indeed have spirit.”
Palduyeok laughed heartily, his laughter resonating through the space itself. After laughing for a long while, his expression suddenly turned cold and expressionless.
“However.”
Kuuuuu—!
“…Ugh!”
A tremendous aura pressed down upon my entire body.
“One should at least choose the time and place for such things, should they not?”
Murderous intent.
I had never experienced killing intent this vicious before. The fact that my body was being crushed by the aura alone was extraordinary.
‘…This is seriously messed up.’
This being was on an entirely different level from anyone I had encountered thus far.
A monster that transcended what people commonly called mastery.
The presence of an absolute master emanated from him unmistakably.
What was this? Why did such a being suddenly appear?
And.
‘What is he thinking?’
What was that old man contemplating, merely watching and allowing this situation to unfold?
As questions accumulated.
“How curious. You appear unremarkable at first glance, yet… why does that person concern himself with you? Could it be he is concerned with that monster of yours, the one already dead?”
Palduyeok spoke.
Even then, the murderous intent continued to pour forth.
“After all, he erased it with his own hands. Truly, is it not laughable?”
“…What?”
At his words, the terror that had gripped me suddenly dissipated.

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