The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 99

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 099
Shwiiing–!! Clang–!!
Light flashes continuously across the spacious room.
Fierce clashes of steel erupt from all directions, and the sound of tearing air pierces my ears relentlessly.
The scent of killing intent brushes against the tip of my nose.
The violent intensity at its peak bears down upon my shoulders.
Crash–!!!
I evade the blade approaching from ahead. I retreat two steps backward. My stance crumbles slightly from the hasty evasion.
Metallic clang.
My ears perk up at the sound. It’s from the left. Should I duck? No.
‘Half a step to the right. Then rotate.’
I calculate the direction of the incoming blade by sound alone.
I predict the speed. Among all possible predictions, I choose the one with the highest probability.
Once these calculations are complete, my body executes the response.
Shwik–!
The blade passes through my hair. Severed strands scatter into the air.
I evade the attack, but my body doesn’t stop.
The momentum has already transferred to my body. I use it to bend my waist slightly.
My heels naturally orient backward.
Rather than feeling like I’m finding my center, I maintain the sensation of pushing against the ground with my feet.
As I bend, I release tension from my twisted waist.
Crack.
The released force flows into the blade I grip.
‘Wolrang.’
Shwaaaa–!!!
A blue aura sweeps through the air. The two martial artists approaching from ahead are cut down by the blade and collapse to the floor.
“Kugh!”
“Cough…!”
I watch them slowly fall, bleeding.
I rush forward and pierce one’s throat with my blade, then kick the other’s face, snapping it completely around.
After finishing them off, I pull out my embedded blade and hurl it with all my strength in the opposite direction.
Whoosh! Thud!
“Kugh!?”
The blade embeds itself in someone’s back.
It was a martial artist approaching from behind Do-hyeong.
Hearing the scream, Do-hyeong moves. He cuts down the martial artist he was facing and turns to engage the one behind him.
I rush over and pull out the blade lodged in the man’s back. Simultaneously, his throat is severed by Do-hyeong.
Blood spills across the floor.
The acrid, fishy stench keeps irritating my nose.
I furrow my brow. Then I glance toward Do-hyeong.
‘Still just standing there.’
Do-hyeong’s Guardian Spirit remained perfectly calm.
What? Why?
‘Why isn’t it doing anything?’
A massacre was unfolding before my eyes, yet why did that creature’s Guardian Spirit remain completely silent?
‘Is that even a Guardian Spirit?’
By its aura alone, it was unmistakably a Guardian Spirit.
Moreover, it was classified as a high-tier spirit, one of the mountain deity class.
‘…This is nothing like the Guardian Spirits I’ve encountered before.’
Its behavior was distinctly strange.
It wasn’t responding properly at all—merely circling around Do-hyeong repeatedly.
Was this really a Guardian Spirit? A true Guardian Spirit should react violently in such circumstances or show some form of response.
But this one did not.
What was the reason?
I watched, unable to comprehend.
Then, in that instant.
Shwik—!
A sound came from behind. I tried to spin around urgently, but.
‘Too late.’
It felt too late. Should I roll across the ground instead? A brief moment of deliberation flickered through my mind.
Thud!
“Ugh!”
The man attempting to ambush me staggered. Who was it?
Dang Yeeran. She had blocked the ambush by driving her shoulder into him.
It was close. If I’d handled the Martial Artist myself, it would have worked.
But.
“…Huh?”
Dang Yeeran stared at the fallen Martial Artist with wide eyes.
A dagger was still firmly in her grip, yet she stood trembling, frozen in place.
What was this?
At her inexplicable reaction, the fallen Martial Artist quickly drew his blade and attempted to rise.
Even then, Dang Yeeran stood motionless, as if at a loss.
Seeing this, I furrowed my brow and swung my sword.
Slash—! I severed his neck. In that moment, blood splattered across Dang Yeeran’s cheek.
“…Hic!”
She flinched, her body trembling. I spoke to her.
“…Are you alright?”
“Ah, ah…. Y-yes… I’m fine.”
“I’m grateful for your help just now.”
“Ah… yes. Young Master…. What on earth is….”
Dang Yeeran, still struggling to grasp the situation, turned to me with a question.
Clang—! Clang—!
The surroundings remained filled with the cacophony of battle. Thus, this was hardly the moment for detailed explanations.
“…It’s an attack. Those bastards are enemies of the Dang Clan, and if we don’t kill them, we die.”
I explained as briefly as possible and immediately moved into action.
I turned my gaze.
The floor was already littered with corpses.
How many people had I killed in such a short span?
I couldn’t say. I’d stopped counting after three.
My heart kept lurching. If I didn’t concentrate, my breathing would falter.
Recognizing this, I forced my body to move.
Most of the Dang Clan’s martial artists who had entered with me were already dead.
Among them were several of the attackers as well.
But by the numbers, it was only half.
I’d killed half, but that meant half still remained.
‘Tch.’
As I recognized this and tried to move, a sudden pain shot through my shoulder.
‘Ugh….’
Glancing down, I saw blood soaking through my robe.
It seemed I’d been cut during the fighting.
‘How badly am I wounded?’
My hand barely responded. The fortunate thing was that it was my left side.
Still, the pain was unavoidable, anchoring my movements.
I bit my lip hard and turned my gaze.
This time toward where Cheon Euijin was.
He too was engaged with enemies, his expression grave.
Two opponents, perhaps?
I gathered strength in my legs and charged forward.
Then, as if by cruel chance, Cheon Euijin’s blade was deflected, creating an opening. The martial artist didn’t miss it, thrusting his sword forward, but—
Whoooosh—!!
“…Ugh!”
I intercepted, releasing light from my body. Moonlight.
The radiance flooded his vision and he staggered. I didn’t stop.
“Left—!”
At my shout, Cheon Euijin understood, quickly recovering his blade to cut down the one on the left, while I dealt with the one on the right. Afterward, I clutched my shoulder.
The violent movement had only made it hurt worse.
“…Bang Disciple…!”
Seeing me like this, Cheon Euijin approached with concern.
I looked at his handsome face with weary eyes.
I looked at his handsome face with slightly tired eyes.
‘Ah, this is harder than I thought.’
Thanks to reaching the first rank, my body felt considerably lighter than before.
But this was my first time entering actual combat like this.
I was aware that eventually I’d have to experience real battle.
‘I never imagined it would be this difficult.’
I hadn’t expected to face such a brutal and urgent battlefield.
Corpses piled up on the ground.
And with each pile, blood flowed.
With each pool of blood came a wave of revulsion.
Such things weighed on my body, enough to shake my mind.
I gripped the sword again with my right hand, pouring strength into it.
Their numbers continued to dwindle.
Fortunately, Do-hyeong was strong, and Cheon Euijin was no weakling either.
Dang Yeeran was a concern, but setting that aside, the situation wasn’t entirely dire.
‘Either way, the numbers are decreasing.’
That much was fine.
But.
Even in this situation, my anxiety only grew for a reason.
‘…In the end, that bastard isn’t moving.’
Even as his subordinates fell and blood stained everything around him, Palduyeok simply stood with his back against the wall, unmoved.
His demeanor suggested the current situation meant nothing to him.
How could he remain so composed?
‘Sigh….’
I exhaled inwardly and rolled my eyes.
He’d been watching me from beginning to end.
The reason my anxiety didn’t fade even as their numbers decreased was because of him.
The others likely felt the same.
‘As long as that bastard exists.’
This unease won’t disappear.
Palduyeok’s presence was such that it wouldn’t matter how many martial artists stood before him.
‘…It does seem like he doesn’t intend to kill me.’
Whether that was his choice alone or not, his subordinates wielded their sharpened blades at me without hesitation.
It meant something was different.
He kept contemplating something while watching me.
And in that gap, I continued fighting desperately.
Clenching my teeth and pouring strength into my strikes.
Yet my eyes remained fixed on Yoo Cheon-gil.
Yoo Cheon-gil, alongside Dokjon, watched this side just as Palduyeok did.
‘How long will you just keep watching?’
Until things reached this point.
Why does that Old Man just keep staring?
That smile creasing his eyes is as irritating as always.
The way he looks down at me, as if daring me to try something, is equally grating.
Those blue eyes observing me as though he knows everything already—they weigh heavily on me.
And yet.
‘…That damned Old Man.’
I disgust myself for believing that somehow everything will work out as long as he’s here.
“…Bangseong-yeon.”
Do-hyeong’s voice reached me. When I glanced to the side, he stood beside me with a slightly weary expression.
“Are you alright?”
“…No, I feel like I’m dying.”
“Well, that’s good then.”
“…Why did you ask?”
It was absurd. So absurd that I laughed.
“…Say, are you alright?”
Without realizing it, I’m laughing, and Cheon Euijin staggers into view.
He didn’t appear to be injured, just exhausted.
“It doesn’t seem like the Heavenly Supreme usually worries about others.”
“…I’m fine.”
“You certainly do believe that easily.”
Who would believe you with that expression on your face?
What is wrong with these people…? They were all truly strange.
There are still some left. Do-hyeong appeared slightly tired but seemed fine.
Cheon Euijin, by comparison, seemed to be reaching his limit.
Then what about me?
‘What’s the point in saying it? I feel like I’m dying.’
My injured shoulder aches.
Mental and physical exhaustion have already accumulated heavily.
Ah, so this is how grueling actual combat truly is.
‘The Martial Arts Alliance days were simply paradise.’
I realize I miss those times when I was just apprehending petty criminals.
If it was going to be like this, should I have just stayed buried in the Martial Arts Alliance instead of all this Cheonwol Gate nonsense?
Such thoughts briefly cross my mind.
‘Sigh.’
Instead of words, I gripped my sword tightly.
There’s nothing more futile than regretting what’s already passed.
Besides.
‘Would the choices change if I went back?’
I doubt it would.
So, just as I wiped away the sweat and was about to raise my stance again.
“That’s enough.”
A deep voice rang out—
‘What?’
My vision shifted.
I was being pulled further and further from the space I’d been watching.
My awareness lagged behind.
This…
Was I being thrown?
콰아앙—!!!
“Cough…”
My body slammed into the wall.
Blood dripped from my mouth.
“Bangseong…! Ugh!”
I heard Do-hyeong’s urgent voice.
Beyond my blurred vision from the impact, I could make out something.
I grabbed my head and pushed myself up. At that moment, Palduyeok stood before me with his spear raised.
And Do-hyeong was on his knees, collapsed in front of him.
“…Really, this kind of thing just doesn’t suit me? Why do I have to deal with such annoying nonsense?”
Do-hyeong, still collapsed, tried desperately to get up, but Palduyeok didn’t even glance at him as he swung his spear.
Do-hyeong quickly drew his sword to block the attack, but his airborne body was sent flying far away.
It happened in an instant.
…Where was Cheon Euijin? I scanned my vision. Cheon Euijin was already collapsed on the ground.
Blood was flowing—he was wounded.
‘Ah.’
This wasn’t good.
My head throbbed. Seeing something warm flowing, it seemed I was bleeding too.
‘Damn it.’
I’d been foolish.
I’d been confident it would be fine once, but thinking about it, people change just like everything else, don’t they?
‘That bastard is more hot-blooded than I anticipated.’
The world doesn’t flow according to calculations.
I know that well.
Still, I tried to do what I could within those constraints.
“…Anyway, this damn Central Plains.”
This cursed land had never aligned with me.
No matter how much I strategized, it was meaningless before overwhelming power.
Truly a wretched world.
So then.
“…Could you help me out here? I’m just going to bite my tongue off?”
I spoke in resignation. No answer came to my words thrown into the void.
So I was about to bite my tongue hard out of desperation.
[Whoa there. Stop that. You young man, always so impatient.]
I saw blue eyes searching for me urgently.
Huff… Huff…
My breathing grew ragged bit by bit. It hurt, yet it didn’t hurt.
Ah, this really seems like a serious problem?
Sensing the signs, I barely managed to steady my breathing.
[Ah, I wish I could have watched a bit longer, but I suppose I should be satisfied with this much.]
The Demon spoke to me.
[It was quite good. Ah, but don’t lose your senses.]
I felt a large hand settle upon my crown.
In that moment.
[There’s much I’ll show you from now on.]
All strength drained from my body.

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