The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 24

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Chapter 24. Sword House (1)
I received a shocking revelation without warning.
“Gye Man-hwi, the cult leader, is an Apostle.”
A madman who cultivates and detonates Gates.
I had privately suspected he was a Demon Worshipper, but….
‘He’s already become an Apostle?’
Among Demon Worshippers, a ruling class exists.
They are the Apostles.
Their purpose is to summon ‘Evil Gods or Outer Gods’—creatures as varied and numerous as monsters themselves.
“Is Gye Man-hwi preparing a Descent?”
“Y-yes, that’s correct….”
A Descent means manifesting an Evil God whose wavelength resonates with the Apostle into the world.
“All the Gate Breaks across the globe—you’re causing all of them?”
“N-no, not all of them. Even among Demon Worshippers, we don’t know each other well….”
If this is true, the situation on Earth becomes profoundly distorted.
‘They’re artificially detonating Gates, spreading despair across the world.’
It was similar in Sword Cultivation.
Detonating Black Gates to corrode the world.
Or Evil God Apostles sacrificing themselves to corrupt the world’s strongest.
‘This is beyond what I alone can handle.’
Earth is too vast for a single Transcendent to manage.
The population is immense, and nations are countless.
A country as twisted as China makes dialogue itself impossible.
“Si-woo, is this really true?”
Even Seol-ah unnie seemed to grasp the weight of the world’s truth, her face pale with dread.
“Unnie, don’t worry too much. Who are we?”
“A nation possessing a Transcendent, Shin Si-woo?”
“That too, but… aren’t we the United States’ only true ally?”
Besides, I am the living brother of Jesus.
I spoke these reassurances while continuing my interrogation.
“P-please. Grant me rest―. Free me from this hollow emptiness―.”
Perhaps because he had suffered greatly at Yulia’s hands, the Demon Worshipper answered all my questions willingly.
I have no intention of granting him rest yet.
I organized my thoughts calmly.
‘It’s similar to Sword Cultivation, yet subtly different.’
In Sword Cultivation, people are born as mages or knights.
When such beings fall, they become dark mages or death knights.
Earth, however, is different.
1. When Demon Worshippers fall, they exercise power in reality like Transcendents.
However, they cannot enter Gates.
‘Awakening itself is the source, so that must be why.’
2. Demon Worshippers are virtually impossible to detect.
It’s because of the power of evil deities or foreign gods.
This is identical to [Sword Cultivation].
‘A means to find them….’
But I possess six swords that have each witnessed the world’s end in their own way.
With their aid, I could likely devise a method to sense them.
To accomplish that, cultivating Aga Sword must be my immediate priority.
For now, I continued the interrogation.
“What were you trying to accomplish by cultivating the Red Sea?”
Gye Man-hwi had unleashed the Red Sea in South Korea and transported it to Japan.
The Red Sea’s erosive power had vanished, yet the Gate’s form remained.
Since Gaecheon Faith’s patriarch Gye Man-hwi had artificially created it, only his death would allow the Red Sea to dissipate completely.
“Patriarch Gye Man-hwi will be possessed by an evil deity… Please, I beg you for mercy!!!”
The Demon Worshippers’ objective was always the same.
To summon evil deities and foreign gods to this land.
The conditions were blood, despair, and death.
The Red Sea had satisfied all three.
And now they were repeating the same atrocity at Mount Fuji in Japan, accumulating power.
‘Why is Japan allowing this to happen?’
A question suddenly arose in my mind.
Why hadn’t the Japanese government requested assistance from South Korea?
The number of people who died from the Mount Fuji lava Gate’s overflow was staggering.
‘Even if Patriot is a madman, Japan should have reason to pursue this matter….’
Thwack—!
“Ugh—.”
I struck the Demon Worshipper unconscious with the flat of my blade.
Then I asked my sister.
“Sister, didn’t you say approximately 140,000 people died in Japan?”
“That’s right. An entire city melted away at first….”
140,000 people had perished.
The culprit was Gye Man-hwi, a fraudulent cult leader from South Korea.
Whether we called upon Patriot or confronted our own government, accountability should have been demanded.
Something felt amiss.
“W-wait? Si-woo, are you thinking of going to Japan?”
“First, I intend to meet with your father and the President.”
Gye Man-hwi’s crimes were a matter that demanded resolution.
The Japanese government’s suspicious behavior was something that required investigation.
In truth, these were merely secondary reasons.
Above all, going to Japan would allow me to obtain it.
‘Aga Sword’s Home.’
We all live in houses.
Yet my Aga Sword has no home.
What a lamentable tragedy this is.
—Ep. 10 Sword House
“…Demon Worshippers with foreign gods and calamity gods?”
The President and Director Kang Mu-jin tilted their heads in confusion.
There was a palpable sense of cognitive dissonance.
The information I had provided shattered everything they had understood until now.
Most of what emerges from within Gates are creatures called magical beasts or monsters.
Everything from goblins to krakens and giants.
“Are foreign gods and calamity gods similar phenomena?”
Occasionally, phenomena called anomalies appear, much like the Weeping Valley I had eliminated.
I provided the two men with precise explanations of calamity gods and foreign gods.
“The disasters we witnessed in Gates manifest with divine-tier power.”
Calamity gods and foreign gods.
They could become colossal monsters or manifest as phenomena or concepts themselves.
In Sword Raising, a foreign god called the Creeping Chaos had arrived as a calamity.
“You’re saying Gaecheon Faith Leader Gye Man-hwi intends to summon such a mad creature?”
Director Kang Mu-jin asked me with an expression of disbelief.
“M-moreover, you’re saying Demon Worshippers have already spread across the entire world?”
The President felt the same way.
I nodded calmly.
“That’s why I contacted the United States….”
Before this meeting, I had made one request.
To contact the United States.
About an hour had passed since the message was sent, so a response should arrive soon.
Ziiiiing——.
The empty air split open in a cross formation.
It was Jesus’s power, which I had witnessed before.
“Brother―! You said you obtained good information?”
A towering Black man, two meters and fifty centimeters tall, emerged from the rift and looked at me.
‘To think he’d appear in such a ridiculous state….’
For some reason, he was wearing a pink headband on his head.
Despite its appearance resembling a child’s toy, an immense power emanated from him.
Though I couldn’t discern his specific abilities, the aura suggested enough force to effortlessly crush the Red Sea itself.
Then, suddenly, I noticed something strange.
‘What is this?’
Jesus’s gaze was peculiar.
He was staring at Seol-ah unni as if entranced!
“Oh, God! Who is this beautiful lady?”
Jesus gazed at Seol-ah with a radiant smile.
I tilted my head in confusion.
‘What does he see in her?’
Come to think of it, that was rather peculiar.
Wasn’t it just moments ago that I sensed something strange—as though Seol-ah were on the verge of awakening as an Awakened One?
It appeared Jesus had picked up on a similar sensation.
That gaze of his was as if—
—something is hidden here, isn’t it?
I understood his true intent.
Yet to everyone else, it merely looked like Jesus smiling benevolently, as though he loved all things.
Jesus glanced at me, then burst into laughter.
“Ah, what a truly beautiful person you are.”
I’d sensed it vaguely before, but Jesus seemed to possess the ability to read thoughts.
Or perhaps he was simply extraordinarily gifted at discerning atmospheres and intentions.
Given that he was EX-rank, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume he possessed such superhuman abilities.
In any case, I chose to cut through the pleasantries with directness, however impolite it might seem.
“What did you perceive?”
“Well, I was simply astonished to discover another person as beautiful as you. I simply must construct a church in South Korea as soon as possible!”
Before Jesus could finish his words.
Through the fractured void, South Korea’s President Lee Seok-hyun and United States President Bill Johnson locked eyes.
Bill’s gaze carried a plea for understanding—a shared burden of his difficult circumstances.
Building Jesus’s church was no trivial expense, after all.
But our President, on the other hand—
‘A sneer?’
He gazed at me with a thin, acrid smile.
As if to mock, ‘You don’t have Hunters like this, do you?’
‘Jesus certainly does cause considerable headaches,’ I thought.
Even as such thoughts crossed my mind, my gaze remained fixed on Jesus.
He was apparently serious about building the church—he’d already begun projecting a holographic map of South Korea, searching for prime real estate.
“If we factor in tithes as well—”
A church in Patriot’s South Korea?
Patriot was anti-Japan, anti-America, and anti-China.
“Jesus, if you proceed like this, a carrier strike group will be heading toward American soil.”
I was beginning to understand why the American President was bald.
As if in response, Director Kang Mu-jin valiantly drew Yi Sun-sin’s Axe and glared at Jesus.
“The axe that Patriot gifted you is humming with anticipation. Jesus, I implore you to exercise restraint.”
“Hmm, South Korea is certainly a conservative nation, isn’t it?”
Jesus murmured with a look of regret.
“I, Jesus Christ, know no limits. I am now determined to build a church in this land, even if I must pierce through Patriot’s carrier strike group. Oh, Gyeongbokgung Palace would be such a desirable location—”
Thud!
A heavy sound echoed from behind me.
It seemed like Seol-ah’s father was striking his forehead in exasperation.
If Gyeongbokgung Palace, a national treasure of South Korea, were converted into a church, an apocalyptic battle would erupt between Patriot and Jesus.
If I continued down this conversational path, it seemed inevitable that Director Kang Mu-jin’s axe would turn toward Jesus.
“We can consider the church later. First—.”
I swiftly steered the conversation to the matter at hand.
The purpose of this gathering.
“—This man is a Demon Worshipper.”
I presented the unconscious man we’d left in the interrogation room to Jesus.
“Ooh… murderous intent, no. Something more viscous than that—.”
Just as I had sensed when wielding Aga Sword as a Transcendent, Jesus was a being powerful enough to claim godhood itself.
I believed that if he looked upon this man, he would perceive it.
Just as one recognizes the harbingers of awakening.
“These vermin are defiling the land of me, Jesus Christ, America?”
Jesus’s eyes grew grave.
Much conversation followed after that.
Most of it concerned intelligence exchanges about the Demon Worshippers, and the United States and South Korea, as allied nations, even signed an accord to provide unreserved support in times of crisis for both countries.
With China positioned above the 38th Parallel, this arrangement was tremendously advantageous for our nation.
“Since you’ve provided valuable information, I have something to share with you as well.”
Jesus spoke after our conversation concluded.
“The British Doctor was searching for my brother. He said the Queen had issued an order and requested a meeting with you.”
At that, President Bill’s eyes twitched slightly.
Apparently, this had been classified information?
“Tch… that mad doctor—.”
“We cannot allow that man to set foot on South Korean soil again!”
As they say, good news is always followed by bad news.
The President and Director Kang cried out in alarm.
I was equally shocked.
“I wondered how those trapped on an island could move about… Was it because Jesus released them?”
Britain is a nation entirely trapped within an anomaly.
An unidentified anomaly that descended the moment Britain’s Queen proclaimed the Great Britain Empire.
Yet the British Doctor frequently traveled the world.
How could I not be astonished upon learning the reason?
“I have my own circumstances with the Great Britain Empire, so I cannot refuse outright. However, if my brother Si-woo wishes it—.”
The British Doctor was the culprit who had reduced Korea’s SS-rank Awakener, the Sword Master, to a cripple and caused him to vanish in the Tower.
“—I can prevent this meeting in the name of me, Jesus Christ.”
At Jesus’s words, the President and Director Kang exhaled sighs of relief.
“That British Doctor… an SSS-rank Transcendent who shattered the Sword Master’s blade in half.”
“Si-woo. It seems this may have worked out for the best.”
Both Director Kang and the President seemed to think I didn’t want to meet the British Doctor.
However….
‘That fellow carries an unusual sword.’
I found myself intrigued by the British Doctor.
Though he called himself a physician, my eyes—honed through mastery of [Sword Cultivation]—could not be deceived.
It was a large and imposing greatsword.
Compared to my own blades, it was a shabby thing, yet it possessed a certain utility nonetheless.
‘My fourth sword, Muratan.’
Muratan—my fourth blade.
He was a ‘Blacksmith’ bearing the epithets of weapon destroyer and skull crusher.
Perhaps….
Muratan might react upon seeing the British Doctor’s sword.
Muratan was an unusual one who viewed people as iron, but that didn’t mean he lacked interest in weapons themselves.
Confronted with such a crude physician’s blade, he would certainly take notice.
“I would very much like to meet the British Doctor. Since I’m departing for Japan shortly, perhaps you could send him there as well.”
“Oh, my brother! I knew you would say that.”
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Japan, Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
A government agency serving the diplomatic function, one that had reached the stage of being discussed for abolishment in this current world.
But as of today, the situation had changed.
“Oh! An official response has arrived from the Republic of Korea Government!”
Shin Si-woo, Korea’s Transcendent, appeared in the absence of Patriot.
Word had come that he would be visiting Japan.
“He said he would stop by soon, but there’s been no word, so we’ve been worried sick….”
The Mount Fuji Gate erosion had reached the [Suppression] stage.
From here, the erosion should progress to the [Stabilization] stage, yet we’ve merely maintained [Suppression] for years now.
“Before our Transcendents lose their minds, how fortunate that he has stepped forward.”
We should have held Korea responsible long ago.
But….
―We absolutely cannot allow a Transcendent with anti-Japanese, anti-Chinese, and anti-American ideology—one who publicly executed fifty thousand people—to set foot on Japanese soil!
With that logic, Japan had chosen to rely on its own strength for suppression.
Frankly, Korea terrified us.
Especially Patriot.
“This rare opportunity has presented itself precisely when that madman is absent….”
“Still, just to be safe, let’s keep the Emperor hidden.”
That was right.
Shin Si-woo was also a citizen of Patriot’s nation.
Therefore, he might harbor strong anti-Japanese, anti-Chinese, and anti-American sentiments.
But unlike Patriot, he was a remarkably handsome man in his twenties.
“Still, at the end of the day, he’s merely human.”
SSS-rank Hunter Yuki, a peerless beauty, wore a mysterious smile.
She was half-elf, half-East Asian.
Pristine white skin, elongated ears, and eyes that gleamed with a translucent jade luminescence.
Such an otherworldly beauty draped in a kimono.
It only magnified her enigmatic allure.
From her perspective as a half-elf, humans were ‘inferior’ beings.
“Hmph, if Shin Si-woo ever met me, he’d probably naturalize himself as a Japanese citizen, wouldn’t he?”
Before Yuki appeared a man with an inscrutable gaze.
Not particularly high-ranked as an S-rank, yet transcendent in his own right.
Like South Korea’s ‘Saint of Destiny’, a Hunter with a lower rank due to weaker combat prowess.
But―.
“Ugh, damn it! I told you to stop playing these tricks!”
An elf of breathtaking beauty was attempting to seduce Yuki.
Yet in an instant, the elf’s form vanished like a mirage.
A soft rustling sound.
What appeared instead was an enigmatic mass of iron.
His entire body was wrapped in mysterious, ornate armor, with a helmet covering his face.
Japan’s transcendent, confined by the Japanese government to a special isolation zone.
He had escaped.
[Mind Manipulator]
Unofficial S-rank Hunter Sato Masaki.
His objective was to naturalize Shin Si-woo as a Japanese citizen.
“If I could even temporarily control Jesus…”
In truth, the Japanese government intended to extract an enormous price from South Korea with this opportunity.
By seizing the existence known as Shin Si-woo.

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