The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 105
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Chapter 105. Blasphemy (4)
“Yuki…”
In the Glass Garden of the Ruzbella Empire.
There, Yuki gazed upon the World Tree while turning her eyes toward her mother, her voice trembling with apologies.
“I wanted to live.”
The World Tree, the Mother Goddess of Earth who had even drunk from a chalice laced with poison, had incurred the wrath of Siusama and thus suffered tremendous restrictions.
That noble form now harbored the Demon within, bound by sacred constraints, with all directions of growth surrendered entirely to the will of the Ruzbella Empire.
Her very existence had transformed into something akin to a colony.
Much like Japan’s future.
“Mother… I’m so sorry.”
It was through such sacrifice that Yuki had managed to survive.
Drip.
A single tear fell from the corner of Yuki’s eyes.
The false memories she had endured during the trials came flooding back.
“How dare you, a half-breed, linger near Mother’s presence? A filthy inferior creature tainted with human blood—begone!”
The discrimination and contempt she had suffered for being a half-elf.
The World Tree, the Mother Goddess of Earth, would never welcome her, who carried the blood of inferior humans.
All the elves had rejected Yuki.
Yet when Yuki returned to Earth after completing the trials, the Japanese praised her precisely for being a half-elf.
“An elf has descended upon Japan!!!”
They reveled in the very existence of an elf, worshipping her otherworldly beauty.
Thus she had become neither human nor elf.
It was the catalyst for her to look down upon ordinary people.
But all of it had been false.
Tap.
The tear of the half-elf Yuki fell upon a small sprout.
That droplet which the Japanese would have clung to, calling it the jewel of an elf.
She, possessing otherworldly beauty, was startled to see her own tear touch the World Tree’s form.
“A filthy droplet upon Mother!”
Dare a half-breed’s filthy tear fall upon the body of the World Tree, my mother.
To sprinkle contaminated water upon the World Tree was a sin worthy of execution.
The reality of the World Tree’s existence brought forth the experiences and memories from the trials like a trauma.
“I-I’m s-sorry, Mother—”
Yuki prostrated herself, her voice breaking with apologies.
That was when it happened.
Rustle…
A fragrant phytoncide flowed from the small sprout.
The compassionate World Tree, her mother, spoke directly to Yuki.
‘To a lowborn half-elf…’
Mother spoke thus.
Child, we share the same burden.
Let us weep together and share this sorrow.
It was the heart of a true mother—one who understood and empathized with her child’s pain.
Yuki’s chest tightened with emotion.
“The same burden….”
To be acknowledged by her mother—what a feeling that was.
‘The trial was false.’
The World Tree was Yuki’s true mother.
Come to think of it, from the very beginning, Mother had regarded her as her child.
Had she not already received tremendous power from the World Tree?
“Ah… Mother regarded me as her child from the start. And I didn’t even realize it, *sobbing*.”
Tears blurred her vision.
How much had she received simply for being an Elf?
Mother had evolved all of Yuki’s Spirit Kings into the ‘Primordial Spirit.’
She had perfected the incomplete Spirit Realm and bestowed upon her the authority and blessing to command the forces of nature itself.
‘The Giving Tree.’
A book she had read in childhood came to mind.
The devotion of giving everything unconditionally.
That was Mother—the World Tree.
“I will do my very best, Mother.”
If only there had been nothing but such heartwarming emotion—.
Flutter, flutter, flutter!!!
Suddenly, the World Tree’s leaves pressed flat against the ground.
As if bowing in reverence to some great presence.
Following her mother’s lead, Yuki prostrated herself and turned her back to the entrance.
Tap, tap.
Footsteps echoed.
Beneath her lowered gaze, a crimson dress dragged across the floor.
Between its folds, small feet became visible.
The master of the Red Abyss had arrived.
The being who made even Mother tremble with such dread.
“I have been anticipating your growth, World Tree.”
The exalted Crimson Empress spoke thus, her gaze fixed upon the distant heavens.
She appeared to be in excellent spirits.
Yuki tilted her head in confusion, but the World Tree, who retained all her memories, understood everything from those few words alone.
It has come at last!
“That which will fight you has now seen the Sword Master.”
Iris Ruzbella gazed upon the small sprout with eyes that curved in a deep smile.
Surely, before Iris, the Sword Master had spoken.
To create an Outer God Demon Fallen Divine World Tree and make it fight the Outer God.
In her world, there had been no clash between the World Tree and the foreign gods.
Moreover, no Swords had ever laid eyes upon such a World Tree—.
How truly fascinating.
Thud.
Iris summoned the Demon and drew forth black tentacles.
Then she hurled them toward the World Tree.
“The Sword Master himself has graciously bestowed fertilizer upon you. Now consume it and grow.”
The World Tree was given the tentacles of the dark spirit.
From those tentacles emanated a spicy, bitter fragrance, and through some form of refinement, both taste and nutritional value had been amplified.
For a sprout like the World Tree, it was an enormous source of nourishment.
Quiver, quiver, quiver——.
The World Tree found it truly terrifying and dreadful.
Why did she bestow such mercy upon me?
To that question, Iris answered.
“Mere entertainment.”
It was simply for amusement.
The World Tree desperately shook its leaves in obedience, offering worship.
Watching such a World Tree….
‘Yuki, I’m scared.’
Yuki held her breath and erased her presence as much as possible.
The empress who cast forth those terrifying black tentacles that made one’s mind reel, and the mother who frantically absorbed them.
All of it was bizarre.
And yet….
“Elf.”
Iris pointed directly at Yuki.
Her gaze was directed southward—toward South Korea.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Twelve aircraft carriers.
Moving very slowly and reluctantly toward the Ruzbella Empire.
Iris perceived the gaze descending from that space, and she knew that existence was intertwined with the Sword Master.
The Patriot and King Sejong were like retainers who followed the Sword Master.
To aid them was to bring joy to the Sword Master.
“A wise king seeks your usefulness.”
* * *
It was terrifyingly frightening.
‘I went a bit too far.’
The Patriot was heading toward the Ruzbella Empire under King Sejong’s compulsion.
The terror of having to meet that maddeningly fearsome existence made his entire body tingle with dread.
And yet….
“Yuki, I’ll do whatever you command.”
The Elf that King Sejong said needed to be taken away has come seeking me out of her own volition.
I don’t have to see that terrifyingly powerful being ever again.
Patriot regained his composure.
“Hey! Your place is over there.”
Patriot pointed to the rope hanging from the rear of the Aircraft Carrier.
The very one he’d used to suspend her when laying down the portal before.
Being Japanese, she couldn’t be allowed to roam free under any circumstances.
“Indeed, a splendid countermeasure.”
The great King Sejong himself offered such praise.
Patriot nodded with satisfaction.
“Right. Those bastards ruined the entire nation when we weren’t careful, so I’ll never make that mistake! But why are you taking her with us?”
“We can’t leave Japan’s transcendent being unattended on South Korean soil, can we?”
“Ah, that’s true. You really are brilliant!”
King Sejong recalled the tarot reading’s divination.
The secret he kept from Patriot.
Knowing it would only prove an obstacle.
‘Because there was no Japanese transcendent being in that place—.’
According to what Hunminjeongeum had ascertained, the breaking of the Great Britain Empire’s link would be a global catastrophe.
To simply follow the given future in the face of such calamity would be foolish.
King Sejong would create his own variables and bring about change.
“Phew, we’ll be in Seoul soon. From now on, you head north alone, Your Majesty!”
The Aircraft Carrier was currently returning to Seoul at light speed.
Even if the land beyond the 38th Parallel had become South Korean territory, Patriot had no desire to venture beyond it.
Not since he’d seen that terrifying star.
In any case.
“But why are we heading to Europe anyway?”
Patriot suddenly grew curious.
King Sejong had urged him forward so hastily that there’d been no time to ask.
He knew it was for the sake of patriotism and that Europe was the destination, but he’d never heard what they’d actually be doing there.
“We’ll be conducting the normalization you’re so fond of, Patriot. That thing you wanted to do in Japan.”
“There? Really?”
“Because the Great Britain Empire is there.”
“Europe is just…”
Patriot cared only for Korea, China, Japan, and America—nothing else mattered.
“Whether they prosper or perish is no concern of mine.”
However, King Sejong had investigated this world through Hunminjeongeum.
He had prepared the perfect reason to move Patriot.
He spoke thus.
“It was the Great Britain Empire that ruled America as a colony.”
“What?!”
Patriot had found his justification.
* * *
Beyond the vast expanse of the universe.
A gaze pours forth from an immeasurable distance.
What dwells within that gaze is a terrible wrath and murderous intent.
An outer deity who harbors no interest in mere humans has directed a deep, seething anger toward me.
What are you?
From the perspective of an outer deity, I must be a truly peculiar existence.
When Reinhardt Euclid’s transcendent time ended, I returned to the body of an ordinary transcendent.
By the standards of outer deities, transcendents are no different from humans.
That is why the outer deity must be curious.
How I managed to kill its offspring.
“Brother—.”
Jesus also sensed that gaze, and thus regarded me with a bewildered expression.
I am not one to act without considering the consequences.
‘Those from outside—.’
Outer deities are bound by the constraints of the world and universe.
They can only descend to this land if certain conditions are met, and should they descend without reason, they diminish their own standing.
This is also why I do not summon my Swords carelessly.
However—.
‘Even constrained beings can reveal their power under certain circumstances.’
What if I were to suffer grave injury?
My Swords would disregard all constraints of the System.
They would manifest upon this land to save me, even if it meant tearing through dimensions and collapsing worlds.
Constrained beings respect the rules of the world and abide by them—they are not bound because they lack power.
Now I understand.
‘Just as transcendents conform to the structure of nations.’
Such categories merely grow in scale as power increases.
The fundamental principle is identical for transcendents and absolutes alike.
The strong respect the worlds of the weak and preserve them from destruction.
Yet this principle applies only to my Swords.
Nations belonging to Earth are intertwined with existence.
Outer deities, however, do not belong to Earth.
Then where does the world of the outer deity exist?
‘Outside.’
In a place so distant it cannot be found.
That is why they cultivate believers through faith, birth offspring, and create races that follow them.
Of course, if they were to reveal their power recklessly, they could ignore Earth’s constraints.
In exchange, they would suffer the backlash.
“What are you thinking about right now?”
Jesus stares at me with wide, rounded eyes.
My face reflected in his pupils bears a deep smile.
I have repeated the world countless times, endlessly slaughtering foreign deities.
Those experiences, once perceived as mere 2D graphics, have transformed into something akin to real memories as my power accumulated.
That’s right.
Just as the Swords have reclaimed their memories.
I too have become capable of recalling my moments with the Swords with far greater clarity and vividness.
Therefore, I can delay the descent of these foreign deities.
The method is to blaspheme them.
Merely slaughtering their spawn is insufficient.
So let me show you.
‘True blasphemy.’
A soft sound cuts through the air.
I grasp the Aga Sword.
With the authority to cleave space itself, I will open the world of my Swords.
Even if the Swords cannot cross over immediately, I can at least reveal fragments of the Sword Realm dwelling within it to the foreign deity.
I bring the blade down.
A piercing sound tears through the void.
The empty air splits asunder.
Beyond the fractured rift, nothing is visible.
Earth is fragile.
It cannot fully perceive and accept the Swords I have cultivated.
Yet the foreign deity watching from afar can glimpse the world of the Swords.
A deep rumbling echoes forth.
That distant gaze wavers.
But it does not tremble with fear.
Because the foreign deity’s vision from afar cannot fully contain the world of my Swords either.
Had it been terrified by mere fragments, it would never have become a foreign deity.
My purpose is not merely this.
⦗Kkhkhkhkhkh, still such a vicious temperament.⦘
Muratan laughs deeply.
His voice is thick—it seems he has already downed a mug of dark beer.
⦗Sword Master, are you going to do that again?⦘
This is the flow Muratan has guided me toward.
Yet it is something I taught him.
A soft rustling sound.
A crimson plate and a crimson beer mug emerge from the rift.
Upon the plate, black tentacles are skewered on red sticks, and the mug brims with pristine white foam.
These are lamb skewers and beer fashioned from the spawn of foreign deities.
And there are two vessels.
“Please, take these.”
I handed a pair to Jesus.
He still wore a bewildered expression, unable to hide his confusion.
Yet because he was my brother, he accepted the plate and cup I offered, and I clinked my glass against his.
Tong—.
The beer mug, crafted from Demon hide, rang out with a heavy resonance.
Foam dampened the back of my hand.
Jesus was about to suggest a love shot, but I subtly turned my head away and tilted my glass to drink.
“Ahhhh——.”
I had become a body incapable of intoxication.
It had been quite some time since I last drank with Seol-ah.
Yet truly, after such a long interval, I felt the familiar warmth of alcohol coursing through me.
Jesus felt it too.
“Liquor made from the milk of an outer god….”
With the drink came a craving for food.
I picked up a skewer, and Jesus, with a reluctant expression, followed my lead.
However, the Dark Young tentacle skewer seemed to trouble him, and he asked me with a vacant stare.
“Brother, are we really going to eat this?”
I had never tried it myself.
Yet I knew well that this was indeed a delicacy.
Muratan had failed countless times because of this very skewer and beer.
As the saying goes, seeing is believing.
Crunch.
I took a large bite of the skewer.
The taste was exquisite.
Muratan, who died countless times insisting on eating lamb skewers, had infuriated me.
Now I understood perfectly why he was so obsessed.
“Jesus Christ!!!”
Jesus, following my lead in tasting it, likewise marveled at the flavor.
It was then that I gained a new understanding.
[Time—Delay]
A new attribute of the Aga Sword.
The power to stretch time itself.
It was not merely a means to extend the manifestation duration of Swords.
I activated the Aga Sword’s new attribute.
———!!!
Time stretched out gradually.
Within that expanded moment, the taste and aroma of the skewer and beer lingered for an eternity.
We continued to eat, drink, and revel.
And upon us, an endless stream of ‘gazes’ continued to pour down.
Within the stretching expanse of time, we savored flavors and aromas that existed nowhere in the mortal world, indulging ourselves with idle contentment.
Thus we took the final bite of lamb skewers.
And drained the last cup.
“The taste was absolutely exquisite.”
I spoke those words toward a distant gaze.
This was our blasphemy—an offering of all our strength to the foreign god.
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