The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 31

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Chapter 31. The British Doctor’s Iron (3)
“A mere weak human cannot withstand my blade….”
Muratan, the chief blacksmith of the Dwarf Kingdom.
Despite his unparalleled skill, he bore the stigma of being a demon sword craftsman.
In the end, even his title as the Dwarf Kingdom’s master blacksmith was stripped away, and he was cast into the Abyss.
“We shall banish Muratan, who unleashed demon swords upon the world and accelerated chaos, to the Abyss!!!”
His crime was crafting and distributing a vicious demon sword that drove its wielders to madness.
Cast into the Abyss, Muratan waited for death with all his blacksmith’s power sealed away.
Then it happened.
——I shall guide you to walk the path of a true blacksmith.
A sword lying on the ground spoke to me.
It had the crude appearance of a short sword.
Yet….
“Hmm―. An Ego Sword, is it?”
Muratan, the blacksmith, recognized the alien power dwelling within the blade.
And so I picked up that sword.
—If the problem lies with those who wield the blade, why not refine them as you would steel?
The sword was a most peculiar entity.
It spoke as though humans could be metaphorically refined like iron.
To compare living people to steel!
At first glance, wasn’t that madness?
“Refine people?”
Yet those words ignited something within Muratan’s mind.
The sword had presented a new perspective to one who had spent a lifetime striking steel.
I recalled the blades I had forged.
‘Surely, my swords were perfect.’
Fallen knights, intoxicated by the false honor of chivalry, could not wield the blades properly.
Ruthless murderers, drunk on the sword’s power, brought about their own destruction.
Yes, it was never the sword that was flawed.
“It was the people who wielded them.”
I had achieved understanding.
There was nothing wrong with my blacksmith’s craft!
The problem lay with those who used them.
So if I could refine people to be stronger, all would be resolved.
“To realize this only now….”
Though I had gained enlightenment, regret lingered.
My achievements seemed so meager in comparison.
“Nameless sword, this is a task impossible for me.”
All the blacksmith’s power had been sealed away and lost.
I wished to refine people as the sword suggested, yet Muratan was no warrior.
Yet the Sword Emperor offered me a solution.
—You shall become the hardest hammer in existence, tempering all the iron of this world.
I am the hammer itself.
And everything I strike becomes iron.
Truly, words that stirred the very soul of a Dwarf Kingdom craftsman.
What would I ultimately obtain from this path?
“This world shall become my Blacksmith’s Forge.”
Muratan devoted his entire life to that iron principle.
“Sword, I have tempered humans and yet this hammer called me remains undefeated! Did you deceive me?”
—Temper the heads of Demon Worshippers. Temper the demon-kind. Temper the foreign gods. There remains much iron in this world that you have yet to master.
Following the Sword Emperor’s voice, I tempered all the iron of the world.
What was the result?
「Skull Crusher, Knight Slayer, Demon-kind Slayer, Executioner of Evil Gods, Natural Enemy of Foreign Gods」
「Though I crippled countless human champions, paradoxically I saved the world with that very power—.」
Thus.
「Mad Demon Muratan」
I obtained such a ridiculous epithet, and my life came to an end.
I tempered and destroyed the terrible monsters that surrounded the world, only to be sucked into the Sword Emperor.
I thought I would meet death like this, but what do you know.
‘There were so many beings similar to myself.’
Muratan’s new life began.
Other souls sleeping within the Sword Emperor.
They were all magnificent iron worthy of tempering.
They seemed absolutely unbreakable.
Yet….
‘Dreadfully hard indeed.’
I sensed a power comparable to my own.
Even for Muratan, who possessed the special power to remake the world into a Blacksmith’s Forge, they were difficult to contend with.
“What happens when an unstoppable blade meets an immovable shield?”
Once, there was a riddle that circulated across the continent.
As a blacksmith who had forged both the mightiest blade and the sturdiest shield, Muratan knew the answer.
“Both would shatter.”
By the same logic, when the hardest hammer that was myself collided with iron of equal hardness, the result would be the same.
That is, both Muratan and the other blade would perish.
Just as I was surrendering to despair.
“You are my subjects—.”
One day, I beheld the Demon.
An arrogant little brat—yet one who bore a terrible demonic nature—rode upon a grotesque monster.
A monster called the Demon.
The brat who called it a subject handed me an amusing plaything, and Muratan found himself deeply fascinated by tempering this new iron.
“The more I strike it, the stronger it becomes!!!”
The Demon—a summoned beast of that arrogant brat.
But this Demon was truly a pleasure to hammer.
It stood firm even against the hammer blows that had shattered the head of Ruzbella Empire’s finest knight-forged steel, and the Demon asserted its presence.
Through this, Muratan discovered a new milestone.
“This iron can be alloyed.”
The iron called Demon was different from everything he had hammered before.
Muratan recalled his research.
—When you mix the iron called knight with the iron called mage, both irons die.
But this Demon could be layered with something new, creating an even more powerful iron.
In technical terms—.
‘Alloy.’
Now it was time to find a new iron worthy of the Demon.
Right on cue, the Sword Emperor presented several new irons, but from Muratan’s perspective, none particularly interested him.
A metal called Mystery.
It was unusual and unfamiliar, but he had hammered such irons countless times before meeting the Sword Emperor, so it held no particular appeal.
Such metals were no longer true iron to Muratan.
But then….
“The Duke of the British Empire, the Doctor—.”
This iron was different.
It was the iron called Doctor.
The iron called Doctor carried a peculiar greatsword named Scalpel.
That stirred the heart of the Dwarf Muratan.
【Muratan’s Blacksmith’s Forge encroaches upon the world.】
The world whispered.
* * *
The British Doctor, Duke of the British Empire.
An asymmetrical force favored by Her Majesty.
And an unofficial EX-rank Hunter.
[A world-class authority encroaches upon the vicinity.]
[The Surgical Chamber of Necessity and Inevitability temporarily deactivates.]
The reason the Doctor was unofficially called EX was precisely because of the ‘Surgical Chamber’.
Wherever the Doctor could preside, he could transform that space itself into a Surgical Chamber—a formidable authority.
Certainly this place was filled with patients, and all of them were within reach of his scalpel—.
“The, the Surgical Chamber….”
Had this place become Jesus’s church?
The British Doctor stared into empty space with an expression of shock.
A phenomenon that could only occur in a church blessed by Jesus’s authority.
Yet this place was Japan.
And the one he faced was not Jesus.
“What is your purpose?”
A figure approached the Doctor.
Shin Si-woo, the SSS-rank Transcendent who had appeared in South Korea.
Certainly, he had been holding a small blade moments ago….
“What, what is that sword?”
Somehow, in Shin Si-woo’s hand now rested a grotesquely massive greatsword.
Yet its edges were entirely dull and blunt—it might as well have been a hammer.
What radiated from that hammer was a ferocious heat.
Sizzzzz——.
It was the kind of heat that carried a blacksmith’s fervent passion to melt and forge all the world’s metals.
That heat set the Doctor’s entire body ablaze with crimson intensity.
Piercing through the unbearable scorching sensation.
“———.”
A certain voice reached the Doctor’s ears.
It was the name of something.
The name of an existence one should never dare to hear.
Shin Si-woo, having uttered that name, spoke his next words, and what followed reached the Doctor’s ears with crystalline clarity.
“Make the iron malleable.”
What is iron?
The Doctor could sense that the “iron” Shin Si-woo spoke of was not merely referring to metal in its mundane sense.
Perhaps it was simply his way of referring to all the world’s refinable metals in aggregate.
“Shin Si-woo, I acknowledge that you are stronger than I anticipated. But—.”
And yet….
Even so….
“—I am the Doctor.”
A duke of the Great Britain Empire, favored by my Queen.
Noblesse oblige.
A noble must conduct themselves with nobility.
“The Queen’s dream shall be realized.”
The Doctor was a formidable existence even without the aid of the Surgical Chamber.
It was merely the Doctor’s mastery of the scalpel that had brought South Korea’s SS-rank awakener, the Sword Emperor, to his knees.
Thus, the Doctor raised his scalpel.
Whoooosh——.
In the instant he cleaved through time itself.
Shin Si-woo’s blade rushed toward the Doctor.
A speed so overwhelming that an ordinary person could not perceive it with the naked eye.
Yet the Doctor’s body had been enhanced through surgical arts.
Thus he perceived the blade Shin Si-woo thrust forward.
He blocked his strike.
But….
Boom———!!!
Though blade met blade, the outcome was anything but equal.
Normally, one would ricochet or deflect.
But with a tremendous impact, the Doctor’s body was driven into the ground.
‘Surely….’
I angled my descending blade upward to parry the strike.
I had definitely blocked it.
Yet the result was strange.
Though I had met blade with blade, my entire body was crushed downward.
It was as if some phenomenon had unfolded.
And what was the result?
“Ugh——.”
The Doctor was being crushed by something.
Mercilessly and brutally.
Like a scrap of iron laid upon an anvil.
Boom———!!!
Boom———!!!
Boom———!!!
Shin Si-woo’s greatsword bore the form of a blade, yet with each swing it pounded him like a hammer, grinding him relentlessly.
An endless barrage of mysterious hammer blows stripped the Doctor of his freedom.
‘Tormenting patients is my sole pleasure—.’
Just as he had severed the defeated Sword Emperor’s tendons and rendered him unable to wield a blade, toying with him.
Now Shin Si-woo was crushing him beneath a hammer’s weight, beginning his own torment.
A mere commoner.
A newly awakened individual without even a proper title.
“How, dare you….”
The pride of the Great Britain Empire, the Doctor.
He had to preserve the dignity of one who held a dukedom.
The British Doctor endured.
With all his might, he fought to resurrect his body.
Years seemed to pass.
‘An eternity that would never end—.’
Yet the actual time that elapsed was merely an instant.
However, the Doctor, influenced by the Blacksmith’s Forge, was being tempered through an eternity of ages.
And so the Doctor.
No—Charles, once the British Doctor.
Shattered—————.
He broke.
Losing his original form.
Losing the power he had gained from his trials.
He lost even the title of Duke of the Great Britain Empire and his identity as the Queen’s loyal subject.
Crack!
[The domains of necessary life and necessary death have been separated.]
[Ownership of the scalpel is stripped away.]
[The British Doctor’s overall rank is downgraded.]
[The dukedom granted by the Queen is automatically revoked.]
He had fallen to nothing more than a common hunter—a commoner.
And….
【The world watches this unfold.】
This entire spectacle spread across the globe.
* * *
The British Doctor, commonly known as Doctor.
The one responsible for driving South Korea’s SS-rank hunter Sword Emperor to his death.
He had suffered a devastating defeat.
The news set South Korea ablaze with fervor.
—Feel the anguish of South Korea!
—Our lost Sword Emperor….
Sword Emperor, Kim Hong-sik, Elder.
He had awakened at seventy-eight; had he survived until now, he would have been ninety.
After his defeat at the hands of the British Doctor, he drove himself relentlessly before vanishing within the Tower.
Years had passed since then.
—Even Patriot left it alone back then….
—At last, the Sword Emperor’s vengeance!!!
Patriot was a man of virtue who upheld the proper order of seniority and protected South Korea’s ancient traditions.
Thus, publicly, he referred to Sword Emperor Elder with utmost respect.
Yet even Patriot had said little about the Sword Emperor’s defeat.
Considering how Patriot had unleashed bombing when Japan held the Takeshima Day event, it was truly peculiar.
“The Sword Emperor Elder’s competitive spirit was a bit excessive, but for me to step in and turn it into an international incident….”
Indeed, Patriot had said this very thing to the President.
But what was the truth of the matter?
“Tell me, Kang Mu-jin. Isn’t Patriot actually weak when facing the strong?”
“Well, that’s….”
“Think about it. There are only a handful of people stronger than him, so maybe the reality is different, don’t you think?”
President Lee Seok-hyun, having watched Shin Si-woo’s educational video, harbored some doubt.
For years now, serving alongside Patriot.
He had never once witnessed Patriot make contact with the British Doctor or Jesus.
Not even once.
“Mr. President, that theory about Patriot being weak against the strong might be worth reconsidering after Shin Si-woo and Patriot actually meet.”
In Kang Mu-jin’s assessment, the theory of Patriot’s weakness against strength was not particularly important.
“Where exactly does Shin Si-woo’s limit lie?”
“Indeed, quite so.”
President Lee Seok-hyun and Chief Prosecutor Kang Mu-jin watched WorldNet with grave expressions.
«May the power of Jesus illuminate all things.»
For reasons unknown.
The collision between Shin Si-woo and the British Doctor was broadcast live across the world through Jesus’s power.
It was a battle between transcendent beings that ordinary observers could not truly comprehend.
A high-speed combat unfolding within transcendent cognition.
And yet—.
“”A―men.””
Jesus, who loves all mankind, took measures so that even ordinary people could witness it.
In truth, the President and Kang Mu-jin harbored one concern.
This footage dispelled that worry entirely.
“Just how many of those blades does he possess?”
“Rather than a short duration of power, it seems he is exercising restraint.”
Every time Shin Si-woo summoned a sword, it lasted mere seconds.
Yet now, witnessing this, it became clear that his brief use of each blade was to protect the world itself.
And for good reason—.
【Breaking News: Transcendent of South Korea, Shin Si-woo, has birthed a new species into the world.】
An achievement even Jesus himself, present in this age, has yet to accomplish….
Shin Si-woo had given birth to a new species in the world.

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