Muhyeopjeon

I pointed at the screen beyond with hollow eyes.

The great challenge of a Haenam Sect warrior.

The end of that final journey was right before my eyes.

The Demonic Cult's top expert who murdered the previous World's Greatest.

The current World's Greatest, Heavenly Demon Ayulcheon.

After eight tries, I'd finally folded this guy—who was stronger than any other boss—like a shrimp.

"...What does that even mean to my party members?"

With penalties like no-kill and wooden sword, it wasn't just me who took down the Heavenly Demon.

Nangongryong had come this far with me, along with Shaolin's top disciple Bansung, Ice Palace heir Sobingju, and others.

Oh, and they're all guys, by the way.

Couldn't connect with any female characters.

"He had the best stats, okay?"

I nodded toward the character clasping his hands in prayer.

Shaolin's top disciple Bansung.

The guy's physical stats were insane—on par with the Heavenly Demon.

"But that's everyone's take?"

How hard had it been to get here?

My wooden sword nearly snapped in half midway.

Now I get why they say don't do no-kill.

Too many bastards in this world—how do you stick to no-kill?

But that's what makes no-kill valuable.

Honestly, no-kill isn't about enemies; it's fighting your inner self, right?

"What do you think? Pretty impressive, right?"

But the viewers here didn't seem to grasp that enlightenment.

Sigh... Once you achieve inner peace, mere lust feels pointless.

As the new World's Greatest in the Central Plains, enlightened by this insight, I offered some advice.

"Guys, this playthrough's packed with the game's philosophy. Got it?"

Focus on the gameplay, not the girls.

First-run no-kill clear is badass, right?

...I wanted to say that, but it didn't land.

"Who's Nangong sis?"

Returned? Oh.

The chat jogged my memory.

Nangongryong's little sister—our legendary first-string member's sibling.

She was in the party briefly, but after a few tries, I shipped her right back to her clan.

"Nah, she's whiny."

All that fussing about swords this and that.

"What does a girl know about swords?"

"...That's just how it is these days."

Unless it's some ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sect, clans usually follow primogeniture, right?

A martial clan girl is gonna marry into another family someday.

No way they'd teach her the real clan secrets.

So some clueless kid tries giving tips to me, Haenam's legit heir?

"Pretty? What's pretty about her? She's so drab."

And screen characters need some flair, right?

Black hair, dull eyes—no visual appeal.

"This one's right here."

I pointed at my Wayo character.

Blonde hair cascading luxuriously.

Covered in accessories shaped like her signature question marks.

The goddess of question marks, practically glowing on screen.

"Sigh..."

Hmm.

I know. My voice doesn't quite match it.

But what can you do? Already dropped a fortune on it...

And objectively, it's pretty?

A bit overwhelming, sure, but it grows on you.

"You guys are all so shy."

More than that—they're already here watching, so nitpicking the pick now? Come on.

If they really hated it, they wouldn't stick around.

So deep down, they like the Wayo character.

"Anyway, time to head home? Seongwon needs to get a girlfriend too."

Still, I really need to find a girl now.

Head home and snag a nice one.

"How do I even get back to Haenam? Boat?"

What the—

Haenam's already ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠far; how am I detouring elsewhere?

Stream started in the evening—I've been up all night already.

No energy for that; lucky if I don't pass out traveling.

"Tch, disband the party then?"

But heading home means breaking up the party...

Honestly, feels like a waste. Can't I just bring 'em along?

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"...Okay."

Was gonna drag 'em along to rebuild the sect, but the backlash is too much.

Fine. Disbanded the party and headed back to Haenam Island, home of the Haenam Sect.

Whatever—I'm the World's Greatest now. What's the problem?

Demonic Cult's disbanded, unorthodox sects weakened.

My world now, right?

Basically saw the ending; the rest is side content.

Arrived at Haenam Island with a relaxed mind.

"...I said bring the kids, right?"

I stared at my hometown—not Haenam Island, but Hell Island.

"How'd it end up like this?"

Haenam Sect was crumbling, sure, but they were still guarding Haenam Island, I guess.

Once I bailed too, they couldn't hold.

I eyed the ragged pirate picking a fight right on arrival.

"This doesn't happen often, right?"

"What are the other sects doing?"

The ones nibbling at Haenam's turf—what now?

Fuming, I searched for other Haenam sects.

But they'd all been hit by pirates—barely hanging on.

Hmm, uh.

"You guys know Sichuan's scenery is supposed to be killer, right?"

"...Kidding."

Morning now, sun rising.

Just rebuild the sect quick and log off, but this?

Combat's a drag in this game.

...Can't I just reset and build elsewhere?

Meanwhile, Han Seongwon was obliviously spouting lines like that.

"Ha... Fine, let's do this."

Game anyway—wanna reset, but whatever.

Finish strong... gotta see it through.

"...."

Assholes.

"Aish..."

"Ahyeon, whatcha doing?"

"Huh? Nothing."

I closed my phone and scratched my head awkwardly.

Sheesh, can't a busy girl take a few days off?

"Hoo."

Leaned back in the seat and gazed out the window.

"Pretty, huh?"

"Yeah, nice. Even after three days straight."

Pink cherry blossoms filled the view through the half-open window.

Pretty, yeah... but my enemy right now.

Why else would I take three days off?

"Whatever, they'll be gone soon. Enjoy while pretty."

"Yeah..."

Right—cherry blossom season for spring editorials had arrived.