The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 33

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Chapter 33. The Transcendent (2)
Japanese Prime Minister Hatoyama Jiro.
He witnessed an immeasurable, colossal force.
A crushing pressure that made humanity feel utterly insignificant.
It was enough to feel like the very power of God itself.
And yet….
‘What is he creating?’
Even Jesus had yet to prove the theory of creation.
According to the voice of the world, Shin Si-woo had given birth to an entirely new species.
‘Lord… Jesus!!!’
Overwhelmed by a reality he could scarcely comprehend, the Prime Minister cried out to God in his heart.
A world where Jesus truly existed.
The Japanese Prime Minister was also a Christian.
In place of Yasukuni Shrine, destroyed by the Patriot’s bombing, Japan now held prayer services to Jesus as a national event.
If only Japan too could be blessed with one of those miraculous healing churches, he had prayed.
Had such devotion been rewarded?
“Y-yes, Jesus!!!”
Suddenly, the air tore open, and from within, Jesus appeared.
Jesus, who always wore a gentle smile, now bore an expression of grave solemnity.
An enormous cross rested upon his shoulders.
It seemed to say: I shall bear all of your sins.
At such nobility, the Japanese Prime Minister found himself bowing his head instinctively.
“───────.”
“───────.”
He conversed with Korea’s transcendent, Shin Si-woo….
Though the Prime Minister could see his form and hear his voice, he understood not a single word.
‘This is the language of the gods.’
He sensed only that divine beings, wandering the heavens, were deliberating humanity’s future.
His mind grew increasingly distant.
Then it happened.
“A―men.”
Jesus gazed about, traced the sign of the cross, and spoke.
At those words, the confused mind of Japanese Prime Minister Hatoyama Jiro returned to clarity.
Yuki, Japan’s transcendent spirit summoner who had collapsed, also opened her eyes wide and rose from her place.
The moment she laid eyes upon Shin Si-woo, she started in alarm and vanished into the Spirit Realm.
‘What on earth could she have experienced….’
Just as the Prime Minister exhaled such bewilderment, Jesus’s voice suddenly rang out with crystalline clarity.
“A fascinating hypothesis indeed.”
Though he could not discern what Shin Si-woo had said, Jesus’s expression upon hearing his words was entirely transformed from before.
His usual playful smile had returned.
He embraced everyone in this place with a warm hug, then vanished into a cross that materialized in the empty air.
It was Jesus’s miracle transcending space itself.
‘He could even teleport across space?’
Had the Japanese Prime Minister possessed his usual devoutness, he would have marveled at the sight with “Truly, Jesus!”, but Jesus’s power—which even erased disabilities—had made the Prime Minister’s mind far too rational.
And so—.
“Japan’s future is truly bleak.”
The Japanese Prime Minister bowed his head with a bitter expression.
“A lost hundred years may yet come to pass.”
Ah—.
A sigh escaped the Japanese Prime Minister’s lips.
Where would Japan now turn to find its means of survival?
“Jesus, you test me….”
Gates appeared in every nation across the globe.
And those Gates proliferated.
Lands rendered unusable abounded—like Goyang City swallowed by the Red Sea or Jeolla Province consumed by darkness.
Japan, being an island nation, suffered even more severely, with all three of its transcendents bound to the Lava Gate.
“Why do you subject me to a trial with no answer?”
What had sustained Japan was precisely the inter-national spatial transit business utilizing [Mystery] and the Spirit Realm.
If Jesus possessed true compassion, he might open spatial portals freely for all mankind.
One of Japan’s major industries faced complete collapse.
Just as the Prime Minister’s head began to throb.
“Externally, Jesus’s spatial teleportation ability is classified.”
Shin Si-woo spoke with an impassive face.
“C-classified, you say?”
“Jesus has no intention of revealing that power.”
The Japanese Prime Minister nodded with a somewhat relieved expression.
Yet something about Shin Si-woo’s expression felt peculiar.
Relief transformed into unease in an instant.
Then came the words.
“Now we should settle our accounts between ourselves, shouldn’t we?”
The Japanese Prime Minister’s head throbbed even more intensely.
He had no idea what compensation to offer.
* * *
In the brief time I spent in Japan.
So much had transpired.
‘My mind is utterly scattered.’
The Lava Gate at Mount Fuji and the descent of Necribas, a malevolent deity.
After resolving that crisis, Japan attempted to brainwash me.
Just as I was about to conclude the brainwashing matter and discuss compensation, the British Doctor challenged me.
Then he died.
For that death had culminated in bearing the Demon’s mark.
“…What exactly did I help with?”
Jesus’s voice still echoed in my ears.
Unbeknownst to him, he had apparently rendered some form of assistance to the Great Britain Empire—a den of Demon worshippers.
‘I have no idea what covenant exists between Britain and Jesus….’
It must have been quite the shock for him.
“Thanks to you slaying the Doctor, Shin Si-woo, we’ve bought ourselves some time.”
Those were the words Jesus spoke with resolute conviction.
I had many questions.
Still, I didn’t ask.
I simply assumed there were secrets he hadn’t yet revealed to me and moved on.
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I shall bestow my blessing upon you, Shin Si-woo.”
That’s why Jesus himself granted me his blessing directly.
Beyond that, Jesus’s personal visit brought me considerable minor gains as well.
First and foremost, the Japanese Prime Minister’s response was telling.
“I have committed an unforgivable sin. Please, I beg your forgiveness—!!!”
After Jesus departed, the Japanese Prime Minister’s reaction was utterly absurd.
As if he had undergone some form of repentance, he confessed all his sins to me and recited dogeza—Japan’s most profound form of apology.
The compensation he offered was equally staggering.
“I will share all of Japan’s mystical research information with South Korea.”
Absurdly so.
‘Information about mysteries?’
If you asked whether this was a great reward for me personally, Shin Si-woo, I’d say it was merely adequate.
But measured by the standards of nations in this era, it was an entirely different matter.
‘In the old days, it would be like semiconductor technology.’
He was offering to share all the proprietary techniques for harnessing mysteries.
In other words, he was granting the most valuable asset in the modern age.
‘The United States miniaturizes platforms into chip form, I hear.’
Japan is also quite advanced in mystery technology.
While I was thinking such thoughts, the Japanese Prime Minister added further.
“Additionally… I shall also transfer ownership of the Roppongi Hills area previously mentioned and the rights to mystical spatial teleportation used within South Korea.”
Originally, this was a matter I had intended to refuse due to the Patriot problem.
The Patriot would certainly have said something like this.
【What kind of Korean are you, a traitor who legitimizes international travel by borrowing Japanese power and acts like a feudal lord on Japanese soil!!!】
Originally, I had intended to restrain the Patriot.
But it seemed the severity of that restraint would exceed my imagination.
Because a far greater problem had emerged than whether I became a Japanese feudal lord or not.
—Seoul housing prices surged an average of 200 million won!!!!
Housing prices are now higher than when the Patriot declared real estate regulations.
This was the first time such a thing had occurred during the Patriot era.
As a junior, I had wanted to gauge his reaction, but no matter how much I thought about it, that seemed nearly impossible.
So I nodded calmly.
“I gratefully accept your kindness.”
After all, wasn’t it true that the more assets one possessed, the better?
Money still held considerable power in this current world.
It should have long since descended into apocalypse, where currency values collapsed and we regressed to a barter economy, but the emergence of WorldNet and the power of transcendents allowed capitalism to survive.
So money was still good.
“Truly, you forgive me with just this? Regarding the Lava Gate as well, if you would accept additional—.”
I politely declined any additional compensation for the Lava Gate.
After all, it was also the work of Gye Man-hwi, South Korea’s charlatan cult leader, and I was already sufficiently satisfied with having obtained Aga Sword’s residence.
So now—.
“We shall take our leave.”
I needed time to myself.
Muratan, the Fourth Sword who had witnessed the world’s end.
I needed to verify what he had actually created.
I had held back as long as I could….
Whoosh!
[You can observe the Sword World for a time.]
[Observe the Sword World and enter the Tower!]
My status window kept pestering me.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
* * *
Clang—! Clang—!
“Ho, this iron called Demon possesses hardness that rivals the Creeping Chaos itself.”
A smithy had appeared in Muratan’s domain.
Compared to the smithy he had used in the original Sword Cultivation world, it fell short in many respects.
However, it was equipped sufficiently to handle the crude work of striking and joining iron without issue.
Sizzle—.
The heat of the space shimmered intensely.
The dwarf wielded his sword like a hammer, absorbed in his work.
“Haha! This steel of the feminine realm is quite sturdy indeed.”
Iris Ruzbella watched Muratan’s work.
Her own curiosity had been piqued.
‘Steel nourished by consuming Demons gaining new power—.’
Iris Ruzbella’s crimson eyes gleamed.
She had perceived the evolutionary potential of the Million Demons.
Her power, having witnessed its end, showed no further direction for growth.
Yet in this moment, a new opportunity had arrived.
“Little one, what exactly is a Demon?”
“Impudent tone. Calling me little one—.”
Iris felt a surge of rage.
She wanted nothing more than to tear that dwarf to shreds and reduce him to nourishment.
But then.
A shadow swept across the world.
Those were the eyes of the Sword Master—eyes I had seen countless times before.
Those pupils, which had always been hollow, appeared different this time.
Eyes that had never cared for anything beyond [Sword] now gazed with crystalline clarity at the very souls dwelling within.
Zing—zing—.
My heart trembled beneath that piercing gaze.
Never before had those eyes focused with such precision.
That gaze swept steadily through the Sword World.
No—through the entire domain of Muratan, the Fourth Sword, where I resided.
What was the reason?
‘Surely he’s not looking at that lumpy little dwarf.’
To me, the Sword Master was like a father.
He must be observing how much I—his daughter in all but name—have grown!
“Hmph—. I am indeed magnanimous.”
I straightened my posture and spoke with affected grace.
Having suppressed my murderous intent, I displayed the generosity befitting the last empress of the world.
“Bland little thing.”
Muratan tilted his head and continued his hammering.
For him, everything else was inconsequential during his work.
The new steel had already been completed.
What he was doing now was the finishing stage—refining the aesthetic aspects of the metal.
‘I must clarify the dividing line. A perfect blade, after all, emerges from symmetry.’
The red Demon possessed a large singular eye and a mouth split wide to the sides.
Its form remained unchanged, but its surface color had transformed completely.
Clang——! Clang——!!!
A brutishly massive and blunt greatsword struck with the force of [Necessity].
One half of the Demon turned white.
Clang——! Clang——!!!
Now the opposite side.
That half darkened to pitch black.
The Demon’s lumpy exterior had shifted slightly as well.
The previously terrifying appearance had become somewhat less menacing.
The round-eyed monstrosity now appeared almost endearing.
“It is… done.”
Muratan’s voice sounded calm, yet it trembled.
A thick bead of sweat rolled down his face.
A bead of thick sweat dripped down.
An old memory surfaced.
—Insufficient.
—How dare you call yourself a blacksmith after forging such a pathetic blade?
—I must refine stronger steel. The name of the dwarf master smith will weep. To think you could call that a sword.
The Sword Master’s eye for quality was absurdly exacting.
Despite having crafted countless blades as the finest on the continent, he had never once expressed satisfaction.
Only after I hammered out the evil god that would destroy the world did I finally receive a single, brief word of praise.
Perhaps that’s why.
“Sword Master, what do you think of this work?”
The dwarf asked solemnly, gazing upward into the sky.
Above the Sword World.
The sublime eyes floating in that distant expanse began to change.
It was unmistakably a smile in the eyes.
A radiant eye-smile with a beauty mark beneath it standing out in sharp relief.
───A magnificent work.
I lived my entire life as a blacksmith.
As a sword, I made myself the hammer.
And so the world ended….
At last, I received recognition.
“Thank you for viewing it favorably.”
Muratan bowed to the Sword Master just as he had done long ago in the dwarf royal palace.
It was the etiquette of a recognized blacksmith displaying humility while reciting the sword’s properties.
“This blade encompasses life and death… a sword that devours both existence and cessation.”
A demon that consumes all things.
The power to command life and death.
By interweaving these two, I had woven them into a similar yet entirely new sword.
It was a power that could be said to have stepped into the divine realm.
Thus, the Sword Master commanded.
—Iris Ruzbella, aid him with your full support.
Iris Ruzbella beside him answered with a smile, saying “As you wish—.”
Yet in her eyes, an inexplicable hesitation could be felt.
‘A new demon praised by the Sword Master.’
A demon that devours life and death, they call it.
It was only natural that my subjects should be the strongest.
The thought arose that I should have the dwarf modify all million demons.
For Iris Ruzbella, who had already reached the pinnacle with no higher ground in sight, was this not a golden opportunity?
Yet to ask another blade for such a thing was something pride would not permit.
And so, she spoke.
“So even your clumsy swordcraft has its uses. I shall leave one extra demon with you as a special favor.”
“Little one, don’t be so stingy—leave a hundred of them behind!”
“When a work pleases my tastes, I shall grant another opportunity at that time.”
The small child laughed with a ha-ha! and vanished.
* * *
Meanwhile….
The Patriot, trapped within the Black Gate—the Abyss—.
“Sonic boom was the answer!”
“Indeed, Patriot. Your imagination proved invaluable.”
“Yi Sun-sin, Yulgok Yi I, Cheok Jun-kyung! It is thanks to the Constellations!”
Together with the Constellations, we exchanged mutual praise and celebrated in festive harmony.
We had discovered a way to escape this wretched Forest.
The Forest’s driving force was sound itself!
“We shall equip the carrier with sonic boom missiles and issue new sonic wave equipment to Yulgok Yi I’s forces.”
The strategy had emerged.
The Patriot’s bombardment would incinerate the Forest, while the hundred-thousand-strong army would slow its regeneration with sonic attacks.
Then we would strike the World Tree’s main body with sonic boom missiles, delivering a devastating blow.
Finally—.
“Sword Master Cheok Jun-kyung. By the Patriot’s command, I shall claim the enemy commander’s head.”
Cheok Jun-kyung’s blade had been honed and sharpened to slay the World Tree—that vicious elf’s guardian.
Now we could conquer this mysterious Gate.
“Information about the Black Gate… and these mysteries piled high.”
I eagerly anticipated what awaited beyond the Gate’s exit.
How many of my people would be saved by these vast mysteries?
How many would sing my praises?
Above all else—.
“Patriot, observe that race called elves. Surely, this is a trap aimed at you.”
“Indeed. That troublesome elf from Japan, Yuki. She who creates strange spaces in the Spirit Realm—she has surely ensnared us in her trap.”
Japan must be held accountable, surely?

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