The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 109

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Chapter 109. A Single Tentacle (2)
Consciousness returns.
“Where am I….”
I gaze before me.
No sacred church. No devout believers.
I stand alone in a pristine white room with nothing but blank paper laid upon the floor.
This was the pinnacle of blasphemy.
A place that forced me to reckon with all that Jesus had endured.
Skreeeeeeeee———!!!
Images materialize across the blank page.
Deep within the depths of Buckingham Palace.
A gathering of heretics who revered forbidden texts.
These heretics chanted in alien tongues, each praising something beyond the veil.
They offered eggs filled with human lives as tribute, desecrating the very concept of humanity itself.
And thus they had shaped the world as it now stood.
“Janet… Jack Wilson and—.”
They had reached out to touch the world so that the Great Britain Empire could shed The Ring.
Jesus beheld the interior of the Great Britain Empire—a place never before revealed.
And I saw those abominable faces as well.
“—The Queen.”
Countless eggs and the humans within them.
Jesus, you bear only the name of a god, yet you are powerless to act.
The visions continued amid the insults.
Children of Demon Worshippers in New York.
Undead born in the Necropolis, bearing human souls within their forms.
A moment of binary choice suspended between ten million Mexicans and one million Americans.
Countless calamities held in abeyance by Jesus’s miracles.
Thousands of children, averaging two years old, from the Gate in New York became Demon Worshippers.
One million pure human souls from the Canadian calamity were injected into the bodies of the undead, condemned to eternal torment by force.
A monstrosity called the Scale forced me to weigh the lives of ten million Mexicans against one million Americans.
Jesus had deferred all of it.
All of these things accumulated, forcing me to expend my divine power.
And so I grew weak.
“So it was you who made my burden so unbearable.”
I discovered the true culprits behind everything that had tormented and divided me.
Jesus had already suffered an incomprehensible shock.
Yet the visions continued.
Massive tentacles came into view.
I saw Shin Si-woo trapped alongside the tentacles.
Entities from beyond—things the world could not contain, unable to cross the barrier, things whose very names must never be spoken.
The Great Britain Empire is among them.
‘Ah….’
Jesus found himself laughing at the absurdity of these demons presenting this as some form of coercion.
Despair and anguish dissolve away.
They know nothing at all.
I, Jesus Christ, know far too well.
Yet they know nothing of my Brother.
I, Jesus Christ.
“Please look after the Sword Master—.”
I have beheld the supreme Red Empress.
I have witnessed the azure blade that drenched the skies of India in brilliant light.
I have seen the peculiar sword that constructs the Fortress of Invulnerability.
Every one of these swords is a profound and boundless world, each forming an abyss unto itself—absolute beings that embrace the universe.
Yet the Great Britain Empire knows none of this.
“Hehe… Brother.”
Even now, the mysterious holy blade that purifies Jesus’s body
and infuses him with boundless sacred power is the same.
He felt the sacred power flowing in from outside,
and within that holiness, he perceived an immeasurable vastness of faith, belief, and reverence,
and truly, he could only smile wryly.
——There is but one God. Jesus, when the time comes, offer your divinity to the Sword Master.
Through this mere act of healing,
the sacred power enveloping Jesus conveys such an intense message.
To walk alongside such exalted beings,
how could the Great Britain Empire dare to speak of him?
‘Those… swords are not bound by Earth or dimensions.’
Jesus beheld the true nature of what Shin Si-woo calls swords.
Though he had seen but one,
having witnessed that Red Empress, he could be certain.
Only by Shin Si-woo’s will do they remain in their own world.
Because they blindly believe in, follow, and support Shin Si-woo,
they dwell harmoniously in this world, feigning respect for this fragile Earth.
A sudden thought occurred to Jesus.
“If my Brother were ever to be harmed….”
Those blind swords
would annihilate this entire world without hesitation
and pierce through the dimensional barriers to manifest upon this Earth.
They would surely kill and destroy everything that harmed Shin Si-woo, setting the universe ablaze with their wrath.
Jesus suddenly snapped back to awareness.
“BROTHER!!!”
Now that I think about it again, the real problem isn’t the Ring breaking against the tentacles!
My brother is fighting the foreign god’s tentacles alone.
“I, Jesus Christ, shall go to his aid at once.”
Shin Si-woo had now become a figure of utmost importance—not a single scratch could be allowed to mar him.
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[Chamber of the Solitary Saint]
[Prayer Room for the Chaste Holy War]
[Lofty Confessional of the Saint Governed by the Vow of Chastity]
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The names stretched on endlessly, the sort one might find in any ordinary theocracy.
Before Jesus Christ’s advent, even the false Christianity and Catholicism of old had demanded such things as “chastity vows” and the like.
Yet in the age of Jesus Christ, all such constraints had vanished entirely.
A world without limits to love.
That was the form of faith Jesus desired.
All gods possess the right to demand from their worshippers the form of faith they themselves desire.
Thus he rewrote the scriptures, altered the doctrine, and established anew the name of Jesus Christ.
But what of Yulia Lanestia?
“The faithful must walk the path their god has walked.”
The Lanestia Holy Kingdom was different.
Yulia Lanestia desired that her followers tread the very path she herself had walked.
Thus her life became doctrine, became a form of regulation, and as ages passed, it became happiness itself to her believers.
Thereby all humanity offered blind devotion.
Indeed, the entire world did.
[Absolute Sole Theocracy—Lanestia Holy Kingdom]
Thus commonplace, simple names like “the Vow of Chastity” became [Laws], establishing themselves as Yulia Lanestia’s [Authority].
These are the miracles my sword, Yulia Lanestia, has wrought.
And they serve to suppress and confine something as well.
Setting aside that peculiar name.
Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom!
The tentacles trapped within countless holy barriers convulse violently.
Four tentacles bearing the true power of the foreign god.
They writhe in eternal agony as the noble sacred emperor’s holy power burns through them.
Layer upon layer of sacred and sanctified barriers stretch endlessly—hundreds, thousands of them.
Out of the 49 seconds of manifestation time, a full 10 seconds.
Which meant——.
’10 billion years.’
The seals wrapped endlessly in succession transformed those 10 seconds into eternity.
Yulia Lanestia called this seal the so-called [100 Million Year Button], and by chance, this 100 million years of time sometimes functioned as training as well.
In any case, normally such multi-layered seals of personality annihilation are used to completely erase an existence.
And yet, despite such near-eternal spans of time.
Boom—! Crash!
The foreign god’s tentacles continued to writhe.
This was the true power of a high-ranking foreign god—Shub-Niggurath’s genuine strength.
Just four tentacles, and this was the result.
One thing was unmistakably clear: I could feel its power withering, its existence growing hazy.
Surely, the main body was bearing the strain as well.
Twenty seconds had elapsed.
‘Time is the problem.’
Even with the Aga Sword’s ability [Delay], time slipped away mercilessly.
My swords are absolute—they can annihilate any foreign god—but there exists a clear limit to how many I can manifest.
Reaching [100/100] and glimpsing what lies beyond is the urgent priority.
Perhaps….
‘Once this Quest ends, one of them might become possible.’
Once this Quest concludes.
The Aga Sword’s level will rise.
And the duration of the swords manifested in this process will increase.
Then, completing the [Tower] Quest granted as a reward will increase the sword’s stats once more.
Therefore, I can be certain.
‘Soon, one of my swords will transcend the time constraint.’
It must be so.
[100/100] is 100 seconds in reality.
But in the Tower, it is 100 hours.
I’m already going mad with curiosity about how the realm beyond 100 will manifest.
‘If I just decide which one to reach 100 first….’
As my thoughts reached this point, the four tentacles trapped within countless barriers and seals ceased their movement.
Approximately thirty seconds had passed.
⦗You severed the connection and abandoned your physical form.⦘
The reason I bother confronting the foreign god’s tentacles is simple.
The abandoned body of the foreign god contains a complete essence, and it becomes an excellent tonic for my swords.
Such a tonic would work even more powerfully for me or the Aga Sword.
‘It would be nice to steep the tentacles like some kind of medicinal liquor.’
Was it thanks to drinking Shub-Niggurath’s milk beer?
I had truly rediscovered the pleasure alcohol brings after a long time.
I shouldn’t keep falling into this habit….
⦗Keep distance from alcohol and reason. It was something the Sword Master always insisted upon.⦘
Yulia Lanestia spoke thus.
It was sound advice, so I had nothing to say against it.
Yet Yulia interpreted my silence as she pleased and offered her own conclusion.
⦗However, the Sword Master transcends all such things and shall create seven worlds…. I find it somewhat regrettable, yet also think it possible!⦘
Yulia Lanestia, who possessed a somewhat simple-minded side, was endearing in this way.
I was the type to compromise reasonably and nod along.
However, that obtuse streak of mine sometimes manifested as an obsession, making things extraordinarily difficult for me.
“Well, Yulia Lanestia, you should be fine with a drink or two by now.”
Surprisingly, she had only eaten dark young skewers and hadn’t consumed any milk beer, or so I heard.
I felt a subtle remorse for having trained my sword so harshly.
However, had I not done so, Yulia Lanestia’s world would have been ruined, so I wouldn’t bother offering an apology aloud.
Zing——.
The layered seals of sanctity dissolved away.
From within emerged four tentacles, drooping yet brimming with overwhelming and vast power.
The corpse of a foreign god, dead while retaining all its strength.
Truly appetizing.
“Aga Sword.”
Aga Sword, who had recently entered what seemed like adolescence and rarely spoke.
I spoke to my sword.
“Would you transfer all of it to the Demons?”
Usually I communicated through will alone, but I asked aloud, worried Aga Sword might go astray.
Then….
⦗Chirp!!!⦘
For the first time in ages, my Aga Sword answered in a clear and cheerful voice.
Soon, Aga Sword summoned one hundred Demons and Saengsagwi according to my request, devouring all the byproducts of the foreign god.
They were all transferred to the Sword Realm, and my swords—especially Muratan, who welcomed the arrival of new materials—let out an enormous cheer.
⦗Chirp!!!⦘
Hearing Aga Sword’s cheerful voice frequently again felt wonderful.
I was relieved it wasn’t actually adolescence.
Whoosh-.
A transformation occurred in my Sword Realm.
The seventh domain, the outermost region there.
Following my sword, the change was distinctly felt.
Upon Aga Sword’s pure white territory.
A gate of space-time symbolizing us had appeared.
[Gate of Time and Space]

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