The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 104

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Chapter 104. Blasphemy (3)
“What should we do about Japan?”
King Sejong let out a sigh.
Despite all these long years together, the Patriot remained truly difficult to handle.
I had wanted to conclude at least a minimal discussion on Korea-Japan relations before dispatching the Patriot’s aircraft carrier, but….
There has been no progress yet.
‘If this continues, Korea will birth a nation of slaves….’
Especially from a humanitarian perspective.
We would gain and rule over a hundred million new subjects, yet at this rate, we would only create masses of slaves.
King Sejong gazed upon Hunminjeongeum to soothe his frustrated heart.
“Min-jung.”
Whoosh!
[Greetings, King Sejong.
Facing difficulties with the Korea-Japan absorption and merger, I cannot begin to fathom your frustration.
With the Patriot’s change of heart, we have achieved a dramatic negotiation! I too hope that this opportunity will allow Japan as a nation to survive.
Wishing that the Creator quickly regains his spirits, I shall organize the negotiation proposal currently under discussion for you.
The Patriot’s country-specific hatred has shifted.
Previous: Japan > China > United States.
Current: China > Japan > United States.
The Patriot’s past assertions regarding nuclear baptism and the sinking of the Japanese archipelago have disappeared.
This is an opportunity to rapidly and humanely annex Japan.
※The Patriot’s current demands regarding Japanese colonial rule are as follows.
1. Japan is a colony of South Korea.
2. Japanese citizens aged 20 and above shall perform forced labor in Korea for five years.
3. All property owned by Japan and Japanese people shall be transferred to Korea.
4. Japanese surnames must be abolished and replaced with Korean ones.
5. The Japanese language shall be deleted and replaced with Hunminjeongeum; Korean shall be adopted and used.
The Japanese delegation’s request is to exclude the forced labor, language deletion, and name change provisions.
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“Sigh….”
King Sejong exhaled deeply.
Despite creating such a wise Min-jung, I cannot control the Patriot.
Because history has been as it is, I cannot think of any way to persuade him.
“Your assistance is needed, King Sejong.”
Seeing President Kang Mu-jin of Korea bowing before me, my prospects grew even darker.
‘How can I tell him it cannot be done, faced with such earnest sincerity?’
President Kang Mu-jin does not know.
In truth, King Sejong believes the Patriot’s conditions are not terribly unreasonable.
From a human standpoint, that is.
‘As a sovereign, they are far too harsh.’
First, as a king, I think differently.
In this world, I cannot afford to squander 100 million Japanese like that.
Yet the Patriot’s logic is so flawless that it’s difficult to refute.
‘So the Patriot’s logic is flawless….’
“Those Japanese bastards who kidnapped Koreans and conducted human experiments dare complain about forced labor?”
Honestly.
King Sejong has nothing to say about this.
So I simply spoke truthfully.
“The Patriot’s logic is truly flawless.”
“Does even King Sejong have no answer?”
“Unfortunately, that is the case.”
Even King Sejong’s great intellect cannot resolve this.
First, the Patriot’s argument was as follows.
“Damn it! Did I conduct human experiments like they did?”
“Did I stuff living people into kamikaze bombers and make them commit suicide attacks?”
“Or did I forcibly conscript comfort women and make them suffer unspeakable horrors!!!”
King Sejong spoke.
“The Patriot is arguing that using a mystical lie detector on all Japanese nationals, he should identify the descendants of comfort women perpetrators and execute them instead.”
The perpetrators having already grown old and died was considered an eternal regret.
Severing the bloodline to erase the criminal’s blood entirely.
“You’re saying this is already a sufficiently lenient provision.”
“Indeed.”
Honestly, it’s still difficult to believe this actually happened in real history.
King Sejong even heard the sentiment of wanting to advocate for Japan’s annihilation.
“Human experiments, comfort women, suicide terrorism involving Joseon people… Did they not commit such atrocities? President Kang Mu-jin, I still cannot believe this is actual history.”
In the trials, I did not believe it.
But in reality, I came to understand that everything the Patriot said was true.
Starting with China, then Japan and America.
The Patriot may not know other things, but regarding nations, he knows with perfect clarity and exactitude.
“I cannot bring myself to stop the Patriot.”
“However….”
King Sejong spoke.
“The Patriot’s political acumen is not that superior. Yet what of the colonial policies he has proposed?”
Forced labor, confiscation of property.
Stripping away the foundation for self-sufficiency.
Furthermore—.
“Changing language and names, erasing culture and identity—such policies. The Patriot would never conceive of such sophisticated malice. He would simply kill.”
“That is true.”
I agreed wholeheartedly.
“Yet that he would recite such policies means their atrocities were so horrific that they became deeply etched in the Patriot’s mind.”
President Kang Mu-jin found himself gradually persuaded as he listened.
Had not his own grandmother once hummed those Japanese songs that the Japanese had taught her in childhood?
“Thus, I wish to meet this woman. Having witnessed the Patriot’s first act of mercy, I would like to observe that precedent and seek improvements.”
King Sejong presented a single request.
For the sake of benevolence and righteousness.
He would reference the sole exception that the Patriot had mentioned.
“Patriot, did you execute all criminals?”
“There’s one illegal gambling addict I made an exception for. The government thinks I’m dead, you know?”
“Your mercy… But what is a gambling addict?”
The eradication of illegal gambling addicts.
It was one of the Patriot’s great deeds.
Among them, the Saint of Destiny, Im Ji-ah, had committed the grave sin of engaging in illegal gambling using “national budget funds.”
“I nearly executed her in a fit of rage, but my head cooled down.”
Once, the Patriot himself had drawn her tarot card.
“I don’t forget favors that I’m deeply grateful for.”
Because the memory of benefiting from her was so vivid, he let it pass by thinking her dead.
“What ability does she possess that the Patriot made an exception for her?”
Thus, guided by President Kang Mu-jin, King Sejong headed toward the Blue House Underground Bunker.
There, he met a woman.
“I greet you, King Sejong.”
She wore an exceedingly noble white ceremonial robe.
Yet her hollow eye sockets and corpse-pale complexion stood out starkly.
A bizarre woman trembling as she held tarot cards in her hands.
She asked him.
“Would you like to draw a card?”
King Sejong drew a card.
It was a card depicting a grotesque image.
[An enraged King Sejong holding Hunminjeongeum before a black circle.
Massive tentacles descending from the sky toward the circle’s edge.
Twelve aircraft carriers self-destructing toward the tentacles, and the Patriot waving the Taegeuk flag.]
Upon seeing that card, Im Ji-ah gasped in shock.
“A divination that requires no interpretation!!!”
This was a divination reflecting the future exactly as it would occur.
In other words, such an event would unfold in the very near future.
“Is that all?”
Still unfamiliar with divinations, King Sejong merely tilted his head in confusion.
To him, Im Ji-ah revealed the meaning of the card.
“You must take the Patriot to that place.”
King Sejong’s brilliant mind grasped it all.
According to the information that Hunminjeongeum had absorbed—.
‘The black ring lies in the Great Britain Empire, so the Constellations and the Patriot—myself included—shall engage in fierce battle there.’
Yet one thing remained unknowable.
“When must I venture to that place?”
Tarot cards transmit clearer information the nearer the future approaches.
Therefore—.
“Right now.”
* * *
Outer god—an entity from beyond.
A god that came from outside.
They possessed irresistible, colossal power.
Terrible calamities that reduced mere humans to insignificance, announcing ruin through their very existence.
Transcending human cognition so vastly that mere sight shattered the mind.
Should a higher-ranking Outer god descend, it would bring destruction on a planetary scale.
Shub-Niggurath belonged to that category.
Meeeeee————.
The spawn of such an entity was a Dark Spirit—the Dark Lamb itself.
I would slay that wretched offspring and steal the Outer god’s milk.
‘The Dark Lamb has descended upon the world.’
A white bovine hundreds of meters in size, covered entirely in tentacles.
In barely a second, it transformed into an enormously massive black lamb.
Had circumstances been different, some of those who drank the milk might have transformed into black lambs themselves.
However, I eliminated them all with a meteor shower, preventing this catastrophe before it could occur.
The most convenient method for confronting an Outer god is to cleanse the surrounding area.
Monsterification.
Of course, the Dark Lamb itself possessed the authority to mutate the surrounding ecosystem into monsters.
Moreover, this specimen had consumed the ‘Transcendent’s White Bovine,’ making its power formidable enough that catastrophic damage was feared.
⦗Would it be acceptable to eliminate the surrounding humans?⦘
My sword inquired.
Even Reinhardt Euclid, who witnessed the world’s end in a single instance, understood well the power wielded by Outer gods.
If the surrounding humans mutated into monsters, a tiny fraction would transform into black lambs.
India’s population numbered in the hundreds of millions.
Even a minority from that would mean Dark Spirits numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
And yet—.
“I must spare the living.”
I had no desire to slaughter every living soul indiscriminately.
Not for salvation’s sake, but simply because that is what I wished.
⦗Will time permit this?⦘
My swords are absolutely formidable.
However, they are bound by the constraint of time, manifesting only as [Swords] rather than my true form—a fundamental limitation.
Even Iris Ruzbella’s range of action was restricted solely to the Central Imperial Palace and the Glass Garden where the World Tree dwelt, was it not?
That is why Reinhardt Euclid desires to eliminate the variable.
“Brother….”
Jesus, too, read the flow of events and spoke to me.
It seemed he wished to offer some form of assistance.
However, I do not require Jesus’s aid.
Just as he alone vanquished calamity and established himself as humanity’s sole deity, this is my sacred and sublime duty as the god Siu—to fulfill the swords’ appetite, the System’s reward, and humanity’s salvation.
The swords’ appetite.
The System’s reward.
Humanity’s salvation.
‘I shall confine the Dark Spirit.’
The sword I currently wield is the First Sword, Reinhardt Euclid.
Sealing abilities are a domain specialized for the Second Sword, Yulia Lanestia.
However, I shall not call upon her.
‘Prophecy.’
The second card of the tarot deck bestowed by the Saint of Destiny.
[A single sword thrust into a paving stone.]
It was a prophecy instructing me to summon Ego Swords one at a time.
To conserve the manifestation of the swords.
I have already drawn Reinhardt Euclid.
Yet I possess the means to confine the child of an alien god without summoning another blade.
⦗Could it be….⦘
Reinhardt Euclid realized it belatedly.
There exists a method to confine the Dark Spirit without needing to call forth another sword.
——The Seven Worlds.
Yulia had spoken of it.
I am the existence that encompasses six worlds and forms the seventh.
Then what dwells within my seventh world?
‘The Aga Sword.’
The [Chaos Holy Demon Sword] that commands time and space, my companion whose authority mirrors my divine name Siu—the god of time and space.
Manifested above the Aga Sword stands the First Sword, Reinhardt Euclid.
And within my Aga Sword dwells Yulia’s authority—[The Chamber of the Lonely Saint].
The Aga Sword can blend the abilities of other swords and employ them in skill form—.
In accordance with the covenant of chastity bound across eternity, I perform a sublime oath.
A single force manifests above the radiant azure light.
The constraint forged by the noble Saint, staking her very existence.
It materializes into reality.
Meeeeeeeee————!!!
We find ourselves suddenly placed within a colossal golden world.
A certain space within the Lanestia Holy Kingdom where Yulia dwelt alone in solitude, bound by her oath.
The place where the primordial vow was fulfilled—.
“Holy Emperor, Yulia Lanestia. A chamber that confines all things by holding my very essence!”
It was an arrangement she had prepared to face someone in single combat.
A miracle born from endless contemplation—created to protect the Holy Kingdom and slay the calamity that could not be resisted.
Meeeeee———.
The Dark Lamb wept as it gazed upon me within the vast golden chamber.
It thrashed thousands of tentacles, attempting to shatter everything in this place.
Yet this was a space where the [miracle] of divinity had been manifested.
It was governed by law.
“Only one of us can leave.”
And the Dark Lamb could never escape—.
‘Five seconds.’
The time that had stretched to thirty-three seconds was nearly exhausted.
Against the Dark Lamb, trapped in the chamber of sanctity and suffering degradation of its divine status, this was more than sufficient time.
My azure greatsword was imbued with such power.
And I, who wielded it, was steadily gaining the qualifications to do so—.
[Ichisen, Infinite Slash.]
A technique of Reinhardt Euclid, composed entirely of fundamental movements.
That power, which had never known defeat in single combat, was now manifested through my fingertips—.
Splaaaaaaagh————!!!
The Dark Lamb was utterly ravaged by my blade.
I severed its tentacles, carved through its flesh, and extracted every drop of milk within, rendering the Dark Lamb hideously grotesque.
Yet it did not die.
Meeee——.
Weakly bleating, the Dark Lamb boasted of its lineage as a child of the outer god.
Reinhardt Euclid’s manifestation time had ended.
Since the enemy had not perished, I still stood alone in this chamber.
I released the hundred demons dwelling within the Aga Sword and summoned the Saengsagwi, devouring the Dark Lamb’s corpse, which had been carved ten thousand times over.
The Dark Lamb’s byproducts would pass into the Sword Realm, becoming beer and lamb skewers.
‘Thus, I have achieved my purpose.’
There was one meaning to all these cruel acts of mine.
It was an act of desecrating the mother of the Dark Spirit—the dignity of the outer god.
And an act of slaying her child.
Craaaaaash————!!!
The golden world crumbled.
Everything that had composed the Dark Lamb had passed into the Sword Realm.
And I—.
had desecrated the outer god.
This meant her attention would turn entirely toward me.
Shub-Niggurath moved at the death of her child.
—————.
A gaze descends from the vast cosmos.
I feel an eerie presence piercing through Earth’s corruption and the dimensional barrier, regarding me with ancient scrutiny.
And I, too, met that gaze.
[Sword Realm]
My world is deeper and more majestic than that of the foreign god—.

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