The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 20

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Chapter 20. Oh, GOD! (2)
“Shin Si-woo—is he truly a god?”
Bill Johnson, President of the United States.
He had been sweating profusely trying to accommodate Jesus’s every demand.
He had held a press conference to officially recognize the second god who had appeared to the world, and in the same breath, made the absurd announcement that the President himself would become a brother nation to South Korea.
‘Tarnishing the dignity of great America like this…’
South Korea was a nation that relied entirely on the Patriot.
It was merely a small country incomparable to the United States.
‘Even if Shin Si-woo has appeared—’
Just because he had displayed divine power didn’t erase the problem of those vicious demons from before.
Moreover, the President still couldn’t shake his suspicion that Shin Si-woo was the mastermind behind it all.
“Jesus, Shin Si-woo is far too suspicious. Every connection leads back to him!”
After accommodating such arbitrary demands, the least he deserved was an answer.
Yet Jesus merely clutched his cross and kept repeating “Oh, GOD!”
No matter how he looked at it, Jesus was completely ignoring the President’s words and endlessly replaying Shin Si-woo’s video.
Bill Johnson let out a sigh.
Only then did Jesus speak.
“Bill, I do not die. You know this, yes?”
Jesus.
There were countless reasons why he was revered as a god across all nations.
One of them was his immortality.
About eight years ago, the eternal snows of Alaska were torn asunder, and the ‘Necropolis—the nest of the undead’ appeared.
The liches born there fired death rays, attempting to bring ruin upon the world.
The undead, which had annihilated half of Canada in an instant, invaded the American mainland.
“People, do not weep. I, Jesus Christ, shall drive out those demons!”
At that moment, Jesus faced the liches alone.
Death rays obliterated Jesus’s body hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times.
‘The immortal god, Jesus.’
Yet Jesus continued to resurrect.
A single superhuman had slain every last one of the endless undead.
As Jesus swung his cross, the liches were torn in half, and the land of the undead that had corroded the continent was purified by divine power.
Their stronghold, the Necropolis, was a structure larger than Washington itself—
—Crack!
That massive structure vanished with a single clap of Jesus’s hands.
The world of bones emanating violet ghostly energy was crushed and obliterated by a mere round of applause.
—Jesus Christ!!!
After this incident, Jesus became the official monotheistic god of Catholicism and Christianity.
A being possessing power so immense it could not even be described as transcendent.
Simply a god.
There were no other words to describe him.
Jesus spoke thus.
“Bill, I cannot kill Shin Si-woo. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say I am unable to kill him.”
Jesus’s tone and gaze shifted.
His voice grew grave, his expression hardened.
He looked like a perfectly sane man.
“…Oh, my god!!!”
President Bill Johnson gasped in shock.
This was the first time he had heard Jesus utter the words “unable to” from his lips.
Moreover, for him to reveal his true nature like this….
‘What in the world is Shin Si-woo’s true identity―.’
It meant that Shin Si-woo possessed power of that magnitude.
“Behold the golden dome that envelops South Korea.”
That sacred great sword had vanished.
Yet the miracle it wrought remained.
“That is why it is a miracle. A trace of God’s presence lingers in the world, leaving its afterimage.”
“…I see.”
Bill Johnson understood the sublime will of heaven.
‘A man who has been awakened for less than a month possesses such power!’
Considering that even Jesus before him took three years to truly reign as a god―.
“He may become stronger than I am.”
Shin Si-woo might become a monster beyond even Jesus.
“Even so… will you be alright?”
“I too attempted to kill him with that in mind, but it proved impossible. That sword, and Shin Si-woo—they are of a different caliber entirely.”
Jesus’s mind worked swiftly.
An existence that cannot be killed, yet possesses boundless growth potential.
That is Shin Si-woo.
Then maintaining amicable relations was the wisest course.
Jesus returned to the main matter.
“He is undoubtedly an immortal being.”
Whoooosh―.
Jesus produced a pink-colored headband.
The dainty headband adorned with protruding thorns was Jesus’s divine artifact―the Crown of Thorns.
“Even wearing this, I cannot kill Shin Si-woo.”
The divine artifact of the living Jesus that invokes the “Holy Day of Judgment.”
Even such a powerful object, which serves as a restraint suppressing China’s ambitions, proves ineffective against him.
“So you see, brother.”
“There is no need to draw a blade against one who will not become my enemy. Remember this well, Bill. Shin Si-woo’s very existence will become another restraint that suppresses China.”
“A―men.”
As President Bill Johnson offered his prayer, Jesus gazed toward the distant heavens.
Tears glistened at the corners of his eyes.
The tears held meaning—they were memories.
Recollections of the harrowing trials I had endured.
‘Those days when I had to become desireless, living an endless life of salvation….’
Jesus’s omnipotence had blossomed from such suffering.
Therefore, he believed that Shin Si-woo, who possessed the same divinity, must have undergone a similar ordeal.
* * *
—Why did my broken arm heal completely in just one day?
—??? My grandma has dementia. But this morning she suddenly called my name? Though she forgot again by lunch.
—A monster ate both my legs during the Ansan Gate incident, right? But my legs seem to be growing back slightly… This wasn’t just my imagination?
Only a single day had passed.
South Korea was in an uproar.
“Huh… It sure feels convenient when I need to use the bathroom!”
Chief Prosecutor Kang Mu-jin, who had been suffering from kidney stones, looked at me with a peculiar expression.
President Lee Seok-hyun beside him ran his hand over his bare scalp.
My gaze naturally drifted to that same spot….
“Huh?”
Fine wisps of hair were beginning to grow.
“A, a divine miracle!!!”
The president’s eyes widened as he shouted at me.
That was right.
The 2nd Sword had vanished after four seconds, but the miracle I created—[The Supreme Celestial Cradle]—still enveloped all of South Korea.
Its duration was a full thirty days.
It was a transcendent skill and divine technique I had created in preparation for when the 2nd Sword, Yulia Lanestia, would need to leave the Holy Kingdom.
“For thirty days, it increases the recovery rate of everyone within the cradle and places a protective barrier over the entire nation! Good heavens, is my understanding correct?”
“Yes. This is already my fourth explanation, but….”
I had given a brief explanation of the skill, yet he seemed unable to grasp it easily.
Only after receiving similar questions a couple more times was I able to move forward with the main matter.
‘There’s a problem with the Aga Sword.’
『Sword Master (劍主), Shin Si-woo Lv.4』
—Possessed Skills: [One Flash—Horizontal Slash] [Lord of Blood] [Infinite Divinity]
—Sword Summoning (Authority):
Status― Aga Sword / Name― Undecided (Lv.4)
Disposition: Chaos (混沌). 66:34
Sword Type: Holy-Demonic Sword (聖魔劍).
—Ego Sword Summoning (Authority):
[Communication Ability] [Sword Master’s Dominion]
1st Sword, Reinhardt Euclid. [4/100]
2nd Sword, Yulia Lanestia. [8/100]
3rd Sword, Jun. [0/100]
4th Sword, Muratan. [0/100]
5th Sword, Iris Ruzbella. [5/100]
6th Sword, Bellatrice. [0/100]
It’s increased again?
Yulia Lanestia’s count had risen to 8.
Ever since I obtained the 2nd Sword, Yulia Lanestia’s [Infinite Sanctity], my sacred power has been growing with every breath I take.
That’s probably the cause.
Because of this, the 50:50 balance I’d maintained with the Aga Sword has crumbled.
Going to Japan in this incomplete state does worry me a bit.
To obtain the Aga Sword’s ‘Sword Sheath’, I need to eliminate the source of the Red Sea—Gye Man-hwi, the patriarch of the Gaecheon Faith.
He’s probably connected to the Demon Worshippers in some way.
The fact that he’s expanding Gates through human sacrifice is deeply suspicious.
There’s another problem on top of that.
South Korea without the Patriot.
A week had already passed.
In that time, aside from the Red Sea, I’d only handled one small Red Gate.
I had a feeling that not only my own situation but also domestic Gate management would suffer setbacks.
After much deliberation, the question I posed was this.
“Are the Gates dangerous?”
The Patriot handles ten high-tier Gates a day alone, and by my estimation, South Korea’s hunter force couldn’t hold out for even a week, let alone a month.
But the answer I received was entirely different from my concerns.
“South Korea is fine.”
“Si-woo, your growth is the top priority. We can handle domestic issues ourselves.”
As if they’d made a promise, both of them answered me in unison.
A lie.
Ever since I used the 2nd Sword, Yulia Lanestia, I’ve developed a peculiar sense for discerning truth from falsehood.
Only after obtaining this power did I understand why Yulia would execute people so indiscriminately.
It wasn’t mere rebellion.
“Did you kill them?”
“N-no!”
“You’re lying.”
—Slash!
Within [Sword Cultivation], Yulia would pose a single question before executing every criminal.
There was the minor issue that most criminals were couples or partners, but they were probably all guilty nonetheless.
With a lie detector strapped to you, such things become possible.
In any case, I could hear the truth.
“Now you truly feel like a real Transcendent, Si-woo.”
Manager Kang let out a deep sigh before carefully broaching the subject with me.
“In truth, the Gate situation is severe. The Patriot handles ten high-tier Gates daily. With only A-rank and S-rank hunters plugging the gap, we can’t keep pace.”
The Patriot works twenty-four hours a day, six days a week.
Everything he handles is a high-tier, large-scale Gate.
The Patriot has not yet emerged from the [Black Gate] that appeared in South Korea.
“I’m truly sorry to say this, but….”
South Korea has roughly ten S-rank Hunters, with the rest falling into A-rank or below.
“Ever since our SS-rank Hunter, the Sword Master, vanished in the Tower, the situation has become even more dire.”
The president added further explanation.
“We’re already preparing a full mobilization of the reserves. If we deploy the military as well, we can hold our ground on our own. So―.”
The implication was that I should focus on my own growth.
It’s an undeniable fact that the period immediately after awakening is most advantageous for growth.
Moreover, I am an existence that awakened in an unprecedented state of transcendence in South Korea.
“Your mere presence in this country, Shin Si-woo, provides us with tremendous assistance.”
“Even if we had to abandon the entire nation, your growth takes absolute priority. Seol-ah is fluent in Japanese and will support you well, so don’t worry and go at ease.”
I paused to consider.
‘The Sword Clan is important, but―.’
The state of the Aga Sword, whose golden 50:50 balance had been disrupted, weighed more heavily on my mind.
Just as a parent prioritizes a child’s health over buying them clothes, I decided I needed to increase the proportion of evil.
‘If I do this right, Iris Ruzbella’s numbers should increase as well.’
The manifestation values of the [Ego Swords].
This wasn’t something simply granted as a reward.
Now I could be certain.
[1st Sword, Reinhardt Euclid] is a sword that grows through diligent practice.
The reason the first sword remained at 4.
It never increased because I never devoted myself to training.
‘Yulia Lanestia and Iris Ruzbella are different.’
When I fed the Red Sea and gave blood, Iris Ruzbella grew.
In Yulia Lanestia’s case, she performed a miracle and received the praise of ten thousand, while infinite divine power surged forth from my flesh.
‘The 1st Sword, Reinhardt Euclid, is the center, while the 2nd Sword, Yulia Lanestia, and the 5th Sword, Iris Ruzbella, balance each other.’
I intended to push forward the 5th Sword, Iris Ruzbella.
And so I asked.
“By any chance, do you have a special-grade Gate with something truly horrific and terrifying?”
* * *
Kuguguguguong—!!!
The Sword World.
The domain of the 5th Sword, Iris Ruzbella, trembled.
“Hahaha! So the Sword Master desires me.”
A small girl fluttered a dress made of blood.
Then the blood scattered, and from it emerged a demon.
“Carry me forth.”
An enormous head atop a tiny body.
A demon with crimson skin bowed before Iris Ruzbella.
The small girl climbed onto the demon’s back and headed toward the domain of the 4th Sword, Muratan.
“May I pass through for a moment?”
“What of your promise to procure steel for me? Hah! Such steel existed?”
The squat dwarf stroked his beard, gazing at Iris Ruzbella’s demon.
“You are my people.”
“Did you not promise to procure steel for me?”
“I am no Empress who abandons her people.”
“…How is entrusting steel to me abandonment?”
The dwarf questioned, and Iris Ruzbella tilted her head.
Faint though it was, having tasted blood, her piercing gaze saw through the dwarf completely.
“You are a sword, yet a blacksmith.”
“Indeed. I am a blacksmith who forges swords from swords.”
“What becomes of my people when you strike them?”
“The most unyielding iron shall be tempered anew.”
In truth, the demon was an existence Iris Ruzbella could discard at any moment.
For it would be reborn once it tasted blood again.
‘How foolish.’
Iris Ruzbella laughed—hahah!—and left one demon behind.
Thus reaching the domain of the Third Sword.
“….”
She stepped directly into the space of [Second Sword, Yulia Lanestia].
Two figures stood within.
“…Is the Sword Master a lover of men?”
“Impossible! The Sword Master takes no interest in men or women alike!”
Iris Ruzbella narrowed her eyes at the foolish First and Second Swords.
“How insolent before me.”
A small child straightened his posture and cried out.
Only then did the old man and the golden-haired Saint turn their gaze toward Iris Ruzbella.
“Demon, why do you constantly stray from your domain?”
First Sword Reinhardt Euclid leveled his blade.
Then Iris Ruzbella laughed—hahah!—and spoke.
“Did not the Sword Master grant this girl an opportunity?”
From “I” to “girl.”
Iris Ruzbella gazed skyward with rapturous eyes.
She beheld the Sword Master’s world.
He was heading toward a place thick with the scent of blood.
“…Had you not been the Aga Sword, you would never have been summoned forth.”
Reinhardt Euclid fixed her with a stern gaze.
And Yulia Lanestia―.
“You too are a sword that has witnessed the world’s end, are you not?”
“I am.”
I posed a question to Iris Ruzbella.
“Did you also learn any unusual cultivation methods, like a vow of chastity or the Childless Heart Technique?”
It was a rather peculiar question.
“One must have their tongue severed to question me. However, I am in good spirits, so I shall answer you specially―.”
Iris Ruzbella wore a most bewitching smile.
Despite the small child’s body and youthful face, the seductive allure of her prime years emanated from that smile.
“―I received a special prohibition: I must become the last human on the continent.”
At those words, Yulia Lanestia, the Second Sword, collapsed to the ground.
“W-what? You mean you shared romantic feelings with someone before becoming alone?”
“Hmm, I had no interest in such matters at that time.”
“So did you or didn’t you?! Answer me right now!!!”
“You fixate on strange things. Hmm―.”
Iris Ruzbella tilted her head in puzzlement.
Then she spoke.
“Now that I think of it, there was not a single one. When my world came to its end, not a single person remained in existence.”

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