The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 102

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Chapter 102. Blasphemy (1)
An inverted cross.
A reversed pentagram.
Symbols that desecrate the living Jesus Christ.
Among such abominable symbols, a single book floated suspended in the air.
«Old Scripture—Demonic Codex—Forbidden Seditious Text»
A demonic codex sealed by the power of Jesus—the ancient scripture.
It is known to have been expunged from the continent, with no physical copies remaining, yet the original manuscript is kept within Buckingham Palace of the Great Britain Empire.
A black scripture sealed in the name of Jesus Christ, bound tightly in pitch-black iron chains.
It rises into the empty air.
Clang—!
The chains rattle.
Under the authority of the Great Britain Empire’s Queen, the scripture’s seal is being undone.
Even as the chains fall away, nothing becomes visible.
The prohibition of Jesus is this formidable.
«An international seditious text.»
«You lack the qualifications to read it.»
Somewhere deep beneath the earth.
A gathering of heretics who revere the seditious text takes place.
They offered false worship.
The counterfeit scripture responds to their false devotion.
«■■ qualification■ lacking.»
«Qualification is granted.»
They gazed upon the pitch-black and ominous tome, offering prayers filled with hatred.
From the demonic codex built by human hands, characters emerge with crystalline clarity, forming a single sentence.
The language of the demonic codex is recited from human lips.
«Leviticus 25:44-46»
“All foreigners beyond the Great Britain Empire must be made slaves.”
«Genesis 19:24-26»
“Cities must be burned with sulfurous fire.”
«Deuteronomy 22:20-21»
“Women who are not virgins must be put to death by stones.”
«Revelation 6:8»
“A quarter of mankind must be destroyed—.”
«Genesis 6:17»
“A black deluge must be raised to bring apocalypse upon humanity—.”
Passages of ruin and sin, written by humanity’s own hands since ancient times, are recited aloud.
In their sincere worship dwells their hatred—.
Drip.
Black droplets fall upon the inverted cross and reversed pentagram.
I shall cast down the false Jesus Christ.
Let the true Jesus descend upon this land and punish this world of lies—.
A vicious heart becomes a curse, becomes a faith, and summons something lurking in the darkness.
After endless prayers and curses.
He has arrived.
Baaaaaaa———.
Glossolalia erupted from someone’s mouth.
A god had descended, and their language now replaced human speech.
Immediately, footsteps approached.
Click, click.
The sharp, thin sound of high heels.
The footsteps were remarkably brisk.
It was Janet Smith, a marquess of the Great Britain Empire.
She spoke.
“You have heard the voice of the true god. Now that the time has come, come here.”
Heretics who worshipped a god twisted by Janet Smith’s power.
One of them moved as if entranced, following her.
Baaaaaaa——.
The god worshipped here was not the one they served.
They were worshipping a false god, twisted and contorted by Janet Smith’s power.
They pray to the god they believe in and insult the living Jesus, yet——.
“He will descend. Prepare for that.”
In reality, it was an act of summoning an entirely different entity.
A hymn offered to an Outer God.
A prayer chamber filled with corruption.
Among eggs containing countless sacrifices, they offered their prayers.
Such was the law of the Phantom Pharmaceutical’s power.
Baaaaaaa——.
The result was a human who recited the language of an Outer God.
A pure human who had learned the language of the black lamb.
Janet Smith gazed upon him with a dark smile.
“Fanatics are——.”
In this murky world, could there be easier prey than those who possess baseless faith?
What Janet created was a sacrifice connected to an Outer God.
An arrangement to carry out the Queen’s will.
Whoosh——.
The garden before Buckingham Palace.
Janet had positioned her arrangement there.
Then a shadow fell over Janet.
Something immensely vast loomed above her.
She bowed with elegant composure, unperturbed.
“Your Highness.”
The Duke of Northern Region of the Great Britain Empire—a being who had transcended human form to achieve the true flesh of royalty.
He opened his mouth with an displeased expression.
Thousands of mouths twisted and recited in countless different languages.
Yet one voice emerged in human speech.
“Janet, why do you keep touching other entities?”
“The Queen commanded me to create an opportunity for her to escape the ring.”
The Queen, delighted by the delicacies Janet had offered, had issued this command directly to her.
It was an immense honor bestowed upon a mere human—a fallen transcendent dwelling in mortal flesh.
“An opportunity, I see….”
The Queen possessed power so transcendent and absolute.
That is why she commanded not to “shatter the ring,” but to “create an opportunity to escape it.”
Failure to achieve even such a merciful condition would render her unworthy of the title Marquess of the Great Britain Empire—.
“Failure means eternal torment without even the mercy of death.”
The System—a calamity.
A wall that obstructed the Great Britain Empire.
A careless failure might only thicken that wall further.
The Duke expressed such concerns.
“This is a plan I have prepared for a long time.”
Janet—she spoke with confidence even before royalty.
It was a testament to how thoroughly she had prepared.
“Already, I have removed the white bull of India from the world.”
The Great Britain Empire conducted trade with China through India.
Following the history built by human hands was tantamount to receiving the world’s recognition.
The System was bound by such laws.
The Great Britain Empire meticulously recreated human history and society, following China’s example.
Thus, steadily increasing trade volume, they had planted seeds of influence in India and China, which gradually consumed the world.
In this way, they had cultivated possibility and earned the Queen’s recognition, obtaining this opportunity.
“I shall repay the great royal bloodline.”
“I look forward to it.”
The Queen’s kinsman—the Duke of Northern Region—laughed with satisfaction.
—Ep. 34 Blasphemy.
The sight from atop Jesus’s cross was utterly desolate.
The white bull, crushing people beneath its hooves with sickening cracks, had already reached the upper Nile River, where it was now dripping “milk” into the waters.
I watched India crumble in devastation.
“Brother.”
Even as we exchanged a few words, hundreds were trampled to death.
Yet this conversation was a necessary process.
Jesus spoke.
“To intervene in the name of a god means—.”
Jesus speaks in an ordinary state, not with his transcendent perception.
That means he wants me to understand something.
“—to control an entire nation as you wish.”
I will kill the black lamb that appeared in India and steal its milk.
In doing so, I will grant my Swords their wish, obtain the System’s reward, and prevent humanity’s crisis.
Such simple tasks, and yet….
“Indeed.”
It’s far more difficult than I thought.
I couldn’t help but agree with Jesus’s words.
India is a nation.
There are leaders above its people.
Even as countless people are trampled to death, there exist those who watch over them.
“India’s transcendents….”
One man stands out distinctly.
He has six arms and three eyes.
At first glance, he might seem like someone who drank Shub-Niggurath’s milk and transformed into a monster, but his true identity is the Avatar of Shiva.
At the apex of the caste system.
A being revered as the practical ‘king’ of India.
And also….
Moooooooooo——!!!
The master of a white cow.
He sat atop an enormous white cow, looking down from above.
Countless untouchables rushed forward to drink the cow’s milk, only to be trampled to death.
Some plunged their heads into the Nile River, seeking to drink the milk mixed into its waters.
They were swept away by the torrents created by the cow’s footsteps.
A landscape of floods and earthquakes, as if a calamity itself had descended.
“This is the life of a god—to endlessly confront such beings.”
Jesus points with his fingertip toward India’s transcendent.
He wore a satisfied smile.
His three eyes gazed upon the ‘untouchables’ who crawled across the ground below.
“We live in different worlds within the same Earth.”
The citizens of South Korea find reassurance beneath the aircraft carriers that traverse the sky.
This is Korea’s unique culture.
India’s people have formed their own distinct shape.
It is—.
Caste.
India’s caste system, born from thousands of years of history, was transformed after the Gate incident.
Yet, caste has existed within those thousands of years of history.
Even in a world where might is truth, they follow that law.
The conditioned masses never raise their heads, even as they are swept away by rapids and trampled to death.
The unawakened—the untouchables—must never dare to raise their heads.
Humans are not equal; they are divided by caste.
India is a nation where the majority of humans lack even basic human rights.
“What shall be done with them—.”
To proclaim oneself the god of humanity means.
one must be able to provide an answer to this question.
“I, Jesus Christ, carry countless afflictions and worries.”
Jesus has yet to find his answer, it is said.
Sometimes he destroyed; sometimes he saved.
Yet even now, he hesitates over trivial matters.
At times, those small hesitations twisted into catastrophes of immense magnitude.
“Brother, I regret deeply.”
I could have done better.
Such thoughts perpetually dominate one corner of Jesus’s heart.
“You are….”
Jesus trails off mid-sentence.
I regarded him with serene composure.
A luminous smile bloomed across my lips.
My brother, who once vowed to impart teachings upon me.
I am the master of six Swords.
I have traversed endless cycles of the world, advancing toward its conclusion.
Therefore—.
“I already know the answer.”
I do not hesitate.
Three eyes watching us from the distant horizon came into view.
* * *
A transcendent of India, mounted upon a white bull, gazing down at us.
The Avatar of Shiva.
He speaks.
“We do not have faith in you.”
Words recited from a great distance, mounted upon the white bull.
Yet those words carried such weight that they reached my ears with crystalline clarity.
‘Shiva.’
He failed to achieve divinity due to the world’s lack of recognition.
A transcendent who proclaims himself a ‘god’ within a single nation.
An existence that establishes the very reason for a nation’s existence through the identity of an avatar rather than a name.
His symbols are destruction and transformation, are they not?
“Jesus Christ—.”
He knows us.
“Shiva, god of time and space—.”
The third eye mounted upon his forehead gazes upon me.
I feel it.
A gaze that seeks truth itself.
He has seen me, and I have seen him in turn.
Thus I speak.
“I shall slay the white cow and the monsters, then depart.”
I have no intention of destroying the order of a nation and imposing my will upon it.
Merely nurturing South Korea and the Ruzbella Empire keeps me sufficiently occupied.
Once I achieve my purpose and vanish, India’s order shall be yours to maintain.
This is the proposal I lay before you.
Moooooooooo——!!!
The white cow lows with a thunderous cry.
The transcendent of India, mounted upon such a beast, poses a question to me.
“Will you surrender Nandi—our guardian?”
The third eye upon his forehead slowly stains crimson.
The Avatar of Shiva reveals the power of a ‘god’.
He summons divinity into his own flesh.
Yet that is merely an awakened ability.
My [Eye] has perceived him.
“I see.”
The Avatar of Shiva, who bears responsibility for India’s order, knows what his cow perpetrates.
He knows that humans who have consumed its milk are transforming into monsters.
He also knows that some of these monsters sprout tentacles.
He knows that the tail of the white cow, which he claims is sacred, is itself a tentacle.
He knows that its eyes have inverted to pure black.
And yet—.
“Nandi is a blessing. Those who could not even become human now transform into a shape like mine.”
He denies reality.
Humans sprouting four arms each as they transform into monsters.
He claims they assume a form identical to Shiva himself.
From the beginning—.
“They are acquiring the qualification to be human.”
To him, the unawakened of India were never human to begin with.
This is how he has lived.
Therefore, I can never alter his conviction.
“Go. Do not interfere with us.”
Even amidst all this, Jesus merely watches me in silence.
He must be curious about the answer I shall render.
“The sacred Nandi saves humanity. It is not the place of you other gods to meddle!”
He saw me.
So he would know.
That he cannot do anything to me.
Having gazed upon me with his third eye, he would have felt it.
At least, his eyes seemed to reveal ‘truth’ itself.
Yet he still comes forward like this—.
‘Conviction.’
He had achieved an unbreakable will of his own.
A law unto himself, forged through endless trials.
Just as the Patriot possessed it.
Just as Jesus Christ possessed it.
And my conviction is—.
“Then I shall take it.”
Monopoly.
I raised my Swords in such a manner.
I made it so they would not persuade others into obedience.
Their world was that precarious.
And now my world shall be the same—.
“Jesus, I do not deliberate.”
I gave him that answer.
The Absolute.
My Swords who once reached that supreme position simply act.
And mere weaklings have no choice but to follow or refuse and perish.
Even salvation is nothing but caprice.
Kuuuong———.
The world sinks.
Within this frozen world, I feel it all with crystalline clarity.
I have seen, felt, and walked alongside the world of my Swords.
So now it is my turn to become as they are.
Beyond transcendence, a fragment of the absolute.
The realm I would now perceive.
“—————.”
I intoned the name of my Sword.
Within this frozen world, I shall simply enact my will.
The reason is——.
Because I desire it so.

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