The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 37

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Chapter 37. The Patriot (3)
The air turned frigid.
The Patriot’s gaze pierced straight through my heart.
‘Ugh—.’
Chief Prosecutor Kang Mu-jin and President Lee Seok-hyun hung their heads like condemned criminals.
The gaze of a Transcendent possessed such overwhelming power.
And yet….
“Sigh, what would you two know? You’ve worked hard enough, truly.”
The Patriot straightened his tilted head and smiled gently.
Clearly, he was backing down gracefully.
How could a being who once publicly executed tens of thousands so readily yield his intentions?
Kang Mu-jin understood the reason.
‘Just how strong is Shin Si-woo, you bastard?’
Though it had been smoothed over like a parade, Kang Mu-jin, who had observed the Patriot most closely, wasn’t fooled.
He was certain the Patriot feared Shin Si-woo.
‘If I reveal this, they’ll call me insane. Surely, the Patriot is….’
Subtly petty.
You could tell by his narrowed eyes even as he smiled.
Yet in this world, only the President and Kang Mu-jin truly grasped the Patriot’s nature.
“Ha, with such excellent personnel selected, the nation runs smoothly even without me. I’m truly relieved!”
The Patriot produced a magnificent Mugunghwa Medal from his own hands and announced he would bestow this special Constellation decoration since he couldn’t give money to public officials.
Kang Mu-jin bowed his head in gratitude.
Beneath his lowered head, his eyes narrowed.
‘The Patriot’s magnanimity is 200% of his usual self.’
Clearly exaggerated.
But speaking the truth would only make me look insane.
I didn’t want my head throbbing any more than this.
Thus, Kang Mu-jin broached the main topic with the Patriot.
“What about the real estate measures….”
“Oh, that? No problem. I’ve been raking in mystical essence like crazy.”
Hearing that he’d accumulated mystical essence, Kang Mu-jin felt relieved.
But this time, President Lee Seok-hyun startled and cried out.
“Y-you’re saying you’ll establish real estate measures using mystical essence?”
The righteous prosecutor Kang Mu-jin might not understand economics well, but President Lee Seok-hyun understood it very thoroughly.
“Injecting money through mystical essence to solve real estate problems would actually cause serious economic damage.”
Previously, the Patriot had prepared a universal basic income support system.
All mystical essence obtained by Awakeners would be sold at the Shop, coins earned that way would be exchanged for Korean won.
The proposal was to distribute that money to the citizens.
“With Gates already being such a headache, wouldn’t it be nice if people didn’t have to worry about money?”
Naturally, every economist and politician who cared for this nation had desperately opposed it with their lives on the line.
‘If he gets fixated on that again….’
President Lee Seok-hyun grew deeply concerned.
But why was that?
“You keep saying that throwing money around recklessly will only destroy the nation. I remember you saying that sort of thing well enough.”
Patriot shouted that his real estate measures were a groundbreaking approach that wouldn’t harm the people’s livelihoods.
It wasn’t some absurd plan to throw money around indiscriminately!
The real estate solution was precisely—.
“I’m going to create a new district in Seoul.”
Patriot declared that he would establish “Seoul’s Patriot District” using the mystical power he’d obtained this time.
The plan was to reorganize the area around Gwanghwamun—a landmark familiar to the people—into Patriot District and develop a massive apartment complex there.
“Gwanghwamun is where the headquarters of major corporations are concentrated, and there are also numerous small and medium-sized enterprises densely packed in the area.”
Demolish the entire Gwanghwamun and Jongno area and build a massive apartment complex to create ‘Patriot District’?
It was completely insane.
“Hmm, that historic Kyobo Bookstore? If we just spare that bookstore, couldn’t we relocate everything else?”
“If we do that, countless businesses will suffer….”
“Those companies survive because of the people in the first place, don’t they? I’m not telling them to shut down—just to move locations. If they ignore that, they’re no different from traitors.”
Patriot recited the details of his envisioned Seoul Patriot District.
“We’ll relocate all the companies from the Gwanghwamun area to the newly rebuilt Goyang City.”
“The, the small shops….”
“Small business owners? We’ll relocate them all together too.”
Relocate the Gwanghwamun businesses to the newly rebuilt Goyang City.
It was a grand plan to build a state-of-the-art apartment complex using mystical power on the now-empty Gwanghwamun.
Of course, there was a critical problem with this.
“Many large buildings in Gwanghwamun are worth over a trillion won each.”
“Couldn’t we strengthen the wealth restriction law and have the state confiscate them?”
“Since many are owned by companies, that would be difficult, but….”
Normally at this point, Patriot would complain of a headache and say ‘Figure it out and implement it!’
But this time was different.
“Let’s do an exchange!”
Firm and confident.
Patriot acted as though he had a concrete plan.
“Are you saying we’d exchange the Gwanghwamun buildings for buildings being reconstructed in Goyang City?”
“Just build them to similar specifications. Since we’re giving them new buildings anyway, the companies would actually benefit more.”
Patriot’s eyes gleamed so brightly.
Just like during the Dokdo incident.
‘Damn it….’
I could feel the determination to push this through no matter what.
Eventually the President said he would persuade the corporations and brought up the next issue.
There was still much to persuade.
“Won’t the commute distances for ordinary citizens increase to extreme levels? For the stability of people’s livelihoods―.”
“Hahaha!!! I really picked a good one. I’ve thought about all that too.”
The shorter the commute, the better.
Wasn’t that why my Constellations lived in the Constellation rather than wasting time commuting?
“By any chance… do you have a solution, sir?”
The Patriot seemed so confident that President Lee Seok-hyun sensed something was off.
So he asked, and the Patriot presented a remarkably brilliant solution—far better than anything he’d shown before.
“Shin Si-woo, I hear your junior thoroughly ransacked Japan?”
Establishing Seoul’s territory in Japan.
Improving Japan’s backward mystical technology and developing it in our own way.
“That cunning elf bitch.”
The mastermind who made me suffer in the Black Gate alongside the World Tree—[SSS-Rank Harp Elf Yuki].
“You’re saying you tore an entire portal away from her?”
The Patriot truly had a solution.
“From now on, South Korea will be blanketed with portals, and travel between regions will be unrestricted. But what about the commute distance?”
Step through the portal—and the Goyang City industrial complex appears.
Commute time: one minute flat.
So the Patriot said this:
“Let’s cram the entire population into Seoul and convert all of Seoul into apartment complexes. If we keep building, supply will stabilize and housing prices will plummet.”
Seoul housing prices won’t drop?
Then we’ll replace it with infinite supply.
“W-well, we’ll start with a pilot program in the Gwanghwamun area first.”
“Good, everyone’s working hard!”
The Patriot stood up with a thoroughly satisfied expression.
Then, saying “Oh, right!”, he extended his hand to Kang Mu-jin.
“Yi Sun-sin’s axe. I need to upgrade it, so I’ll do that and return it to you.”
“It would be an honor.”
Kang Mu-jin drew out the gleaming axe and handed it to the Patriot, who left the presidential office with a meaningful expression.
* * *
Using the summoning function to enter the aircraft carrier, the Patriot engaged in serious conversation with his Constellations.
Since Yi Sun-sin needed to extract the information contained in the [Axe], the Patriot’s conversation partners were Yulgok Yi I and Cheok Jun-kyung.
“Shin Si-woo might not be as bad as he appears.”
“I share that assessment.”
It was the result of thoroughly investigating all information about Shin Si-woo.
‘Besides, he really did plunder Japan.’
Of course, the fact that three Transcendents belonging to Japan found freedom was irritating.
But it was bearable.
Why?
Whoosh——.
There was a video that the Constellations and the Patriot kept watching repeatedly.
“That cunning Kamf being fed to the Demon… what a sight.”
The elves from the World Tree Forest who had made me suffer.
Yuki, Japan’s Transcendent with elven blood, had always been an inconvenient existence to the Patriot.
‘A counter, essentially.’
The reason Japan suffered minimal damage from the Patriot’s bombardment was because Yuki used the Spirit Realm to block missiles with physical force.
All of this stemmed from the World Tree and the elves’ blood, wielding such abhorrently terrifying power!
And Shin Si-woo had fed that insufferable elf to—.
“Demons as food.”
Though they only got a taste…
Nevertheless, the sight of the unconscious half-elf and the appearance of a million demons savoring the meal left a profound impression on the Patriot and the Saints.
“If they crossed paths even once more, it seemed like they’d really feed her to them?”
As they continued their various conversations while watching the footage, Yi Sun-sin called out to the Patriot with an unusual expression.
“Regarding Shin Si-woo… it’s still premature to conclude.”
Yi Sun-sin pointed out several problematic aspects.
“There were quite extensive records left on the axe.”
Shin Si-woo had completely exposed all information about the Demon Worshippers.
Yet there was no proper media clarification afterward, and the conversation between the American President and Jesus wasn’t even separately announced to the press.
“From the beginning, Patriot, every problem that occurred after we disappeared started from Shin Si-woo’s emergence and was resolved through him.”
His movements from the point of his awakening were suspiciously peculiar.
“So, is he a good guy? Or a bad guy?”
Now it was time to find that answer.
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“What’s your purpose?”
The Patriot came looking for me, bringing Swordmaster Cheok Jun-kyung along.
And immediately asked me that.
‘Purpose?’
My purpose is to wage war against North Korea and destroy the vessel of Necribas, an evil god.
Conveying such information outright was impossible given the vast information gap.
As I was contemplating what to do, the Patriot spoke first.
“I’ve looked into everything you’ve done so far.”
It might look like a staged performance.
But when you watch the footage, it’s true that you really did punish some genuinely terrible people.
The Patriot muttered in his characteristically flippant manner.
Then he asked me with eyes that seemed to show resolve.
Somehow those eyes felt far more menacing than when he’d deployed an aircraft carrier and a hundred thousand troops.
“Why’d you leak information about the Demon Worshippers if you’re not inciting people to kill?”
I knew he’d ask this.
Jesus and the American President had both had fits over the same thing.
It was expected.
So I conveyed to him the same words I’d given Jesus.
“The more observers there are, the lower the probability… there’s some logic to it, but where’s the evidence? Leaking information without evidence like that destroys a nation!!!”
Was his patriotism on full display?
Faced with such an urgent matter, I quickly provided the most reliable answer in the world.
“Jesus’s Church vouches for its authenticity.”
A living Jesus.
The Church where he dwells in the Grand Canyon.
What guarantee could be more certain than that?
“That crazy Jesus freak said so?”
“Yes.”
To the Patriot, even Jesus was a Yankee.
I’d naturally expected anti-American sentiment to creep in, but…
“Even if that Jesus freak looks a bit scary, his abilities are undeniable.”
He acknowledged it readily.
“So cooperation with Jesus is acceptable?”
“God isn’t bound by nationality. Jesus is a bit mad, but—.”
The Patriot applied the same rational standard to Jesus as he did to me.
Good is good, after all.
“Besides, Jesus expelled Elon Musk and Trump in the early days of the Gate crisis. Thanks to that, the world became peaceful,”
SSS-rank Transcendent, Elon Musk.
He was one of the most brilliant minds on Earth and an extraordinarily wealthy magnate.
A capable man who spouted nonsense about Mars colonization and actually mobilized hundreds of trillions in assets to realize it.
Of all people, that man awakened.
He used the Gate’s dimensional portals to spout global Mars evacuation nonsense.
As a result, he was banished by Jesus.
And Trump…
“That crazy bastard who deployed nukes in Korea.”
The mad ruler of power whom the Patriot had tried to kill, but Jesus had dealt with one step faster.
In the early days of the Gate crisis, he deployed tactical nuclear weapons in Korea under the pretext of countering China.
“China definitely possesses genetically modified human weapons! MAGA, rise up and fight!”
He deployed nukes in innocent Korea and caused a commotion, making Sino-Korean relations catastrophic.
In the early Gate period, North Korea fired missiles at Korea every single day.
Watching that spectacle, Jesus sent Trump to hell.
‘Hell.’
According to what is known, each Transcendent possesses their own world.
The space where my Swords live, or the Constellation where the Patriot’s constellations dwell.
Places like those.
‘I wonder what Jesus’s world is like.’
Suddenly, curiosity stirred within me.
The Church is the divine palace where Jesus dwells, and heaven is the mortal world where we live.
Then, where is the hell that Jesus speaks of?
My contemplation ultimately reached no conclusion.
The Patriot had finally gotten to the main point.
“I understand everything. But what’s this about an alliance?”
Even if the Patriot were mad, his words made sense.
And considering his nature, the likelihood of him following my intentions was high.
“We will strike North Korea together with the Allied Palace.”
“North Korea? Then what about China?”
As I nodded, a strange light flickered across the Patriot’s eyes.
Unlike before, when he had dragged out lengthy explanations, this time the Patriot asked nothing.
He simply nodded heavily and spoke.
“You really were a patriot after all.”
That profound gaze felt as though he were looking at Jesus—genuinely burdensome.

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