The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 38

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Chapter 38. The Madman (1)
War requires justification.
Even that Trump, fallen into hell itself, had claimed that China creates monsters through Awakener experiments to justify nuclear deployment on the Korean Peninsula—didn’t he?
However, my justification differs from such ridiculous wordplay.
‘The Demon God Necribas and the Demon Worshippers.’
There’s a reason I came to favor such an extreme build in the [Sword Cultivation] world.
Those who sacrifice entire villages, cities, and even nations as offerings.
They corrupt the Abyss—the Gates—in their hunger for power, recklessly destroying the world and committing unspeakable atrocities intoxicated by profane strength.
Those who create victims by the millions, who have abandoned their humanity in pursuit of power.
‘But how do I explain this?’
Despite the appearance of Demon Worshippers and the descent of the Demon God Necribas, the world remains unchanged.
Earth’s circumstances differ from those of the [Sword Cultivation] world.
Already, nations like India and China have committed atrocities no less severe than theirs.
My suspicion is that they too must have some connection to a Demon God or foreign deity…
‘The silence weighs too heavily.’
Patriot and I faced each other in prolonged stillness.
Though my declaration to strike North Korea had drawn admiration from Patriot, he too was human—he seemed to understand the weight that the word “war” carried.
I gathered my thoughts carefully and prepared to recite my justification.
This isn’t a choice—it’s survival.
“The reason for waging war is—.”
But then.
“Eradicate the Chinese? Excellent, excellent. What reason does that need? It’s the perfect justification in itself!”
Patriot required no explanation whatsoever, accepting it entirely on the single fact that we would strike North Korea, absorbed by China.
“A noble war to reclaim South Korea’s rightful territory. Ahhh—. Excellent, excellent.”
During that awkward silence, he seemed to have been contemplating something entirely different from my concerns.
“To finish it in one blow, wouldn’t it be better to enter the Tower and build up some strength first?”
Patriot asked with an enormous beaming smile.
Was he envisioning himself planting the Taegeuk flag atop the Forbidden City?
Or did the word “punishment” strike a chord in his heart?
Perhaps all of these things were simultaneously churning through Patriot’s mind.
‘It would certainly be better to grow stronger in the Tower first…’
North Korea houses the vessel of the Demon God Necribas.
If it continues to grow and eventually overflows, that immense being called a Demon God will manifest in this world—.
“The sooner, the better. I’m not certain we’ll have time to visit the Tower.”
The [Tower] presents different trials for each individual.
And the higher one climbs, the more strangely it transforms.
‘The time ratio is the problem.’
One hour spent in the Tower equals one day in the outside world.
Conversely, one hundred hours in the Tower equals one hour outside.
However, the assumption that the longer one’s trials last in the Tower, the faster time passes in reality, is no longer established fact.
The Sword Master Elder, an SS-rank Hunter who vanished on the 10th floor of the Tower.
It was the puzzle he left behind, and a truth proven by other Hunters.
“Is it because of the Sword Emperor?”
Of course, Patriot knew this fact as well.
He seemed to have no concern whatsoever about it.
“This is classified information, but—.”
Patriot’s expression hardened.
He continued speaking, regarding me with a meaningful gaze.
“—I’m only at the 3rd floor. I still have plenty of room to grow.”
It was an utterly shocking statement.
Problems arise in the higher floors of the Tower—beyond the 10th floor.
So he was saying there was no need to worry.
But I couldn’t help but be astonished by a different fact altogether.
And for good reason—.
‘Patriot is only at the 3rd floor?’
This transcendent being who wielded the nation of South Korea in his grasp still possessed infinite potential ahead of him.
Jesus no longer enters the Tower.
The British Doctor likely didn’t either.
But Patriot was different.
“A day is all I need to clear the Tower and come back out.”
The 3rd floor.
It meant he was at a similar level to me.
‘There are still countless means left to increase my strength.’
A day was sufficient time.
From the start, we were planning to strike North Korea with the Korea-US-Japan Alliance, and we had already accounted for a month.
“Well, my problem is resolved now….”
All the issues regarding the war had been settled for now.
Then Patriot presented me with a request of his own.
“Junior.”
He spoke with a furrowed brow.
As if recalling something utterly repugnant.
“Even if the purpose is righteous and lawful—reclaiming South Korean territory—the Japanese alliance is another matter entirely.”
He muttered something about “those bastards—,” then shouted as if he could no longer contain himself.
“I can tolerate the American bastards. But no matter how I think about it, I can’t accept those Japanese standing alongside us.”
At Patriot’s continued words, my eyes widened in shock.
It was such a startling statement that words escaped me.
‘Huh….’
What I’m about to do is war.
A life-or-death struggle between nations.
Or perhaps, it’s South Korea’s desperate struggle to escape the polluted monsters flowing down from below the 38th Parallel.
For me, it is an extremely important task to eliminate the seeds of calamity.
However, Patriot dismissed all of it entirely.
He didn’t question the purpose of striking North Korea and China.
Among anti-Japan, anti-China, and anti-America sentiments, since “anti-China” was currently the strongest emotion, he could tolerate the alliance with the United States.
But…
“At the very least, the Japanese Prime Minister and those three Transcendents over there need to publicly apologize on WorldNet for every crime they committed against South Korea.”
He expressed only his hatred toward Japan.
“Oh, and that elf! Tell her to come to Korea separately. I have some things I want to settle with her.”
Patriot is a madman.
—Ep. 14 A Madman.
“So Patriot agreed to follow Shin Si-woo’s wishes with merely those conditions?”
Chief Prosecutor Kang Mu-jin asked me with an astonished expression.
“But gathering Japan’s elite in one place and making them perform a public apology isn’t exactly trivial, is it?”
“Tsk, you don’t watch the news much, do you?”
Chief Kang Mu-jin furrowed his brow and scrolled through WorldNet.
Then he spoke.
“This will be the twenty-third apology.”
“The twenty-third?”
“Whenever Patriot’s mood sours, he fires artillery near Japan and demands a public apology.”
All in the name of resolving the grievances of the Japanese occupation era.
“Isn’t that a meaningful act then?”
“No, it isn’t. Not at all.”
Chief Kang Mu-jin recited the conditions of the twenty-three apologies that had occurred so far with a look of disgust.
“If Japan doesn’t apologize, missiles fall on Tokyo. If they do, he lets it slide. That’s been the end of every conversation.”
Suddenly demanding apologies while threatening.
The Japanese Prime Minister would perform dogeza each time to appease Patriot.
He even brought compensation money in the form of reparations.
But this time was different.
“If they apologize, doesn’t that mean agreeing to establish a Korea-Japan alliance and further achieve Korea-US-Japan cooperation?”
“What’s the problem with that?”
“He’s giving them a reward!!! An alliance just because Japan apologized? Ha!”
Chief Kang was utterly flabbergasted…
Well, I think differently.
That magnanimous Patriot would likely endure that much to punish China himself.
“Isn’t it because he hates China even more?”
“To reunify the stolen Korean Peninsula. And to drive out the Chinese military that’s illegally occupying it. The justification is sound.”
No matter how much I think about it, it feels like Patriot despises China intensely…
Could it be because he’s Seol-ah’s father?
“So Patriot is allowing a Korea-Japan alliance?”
Chief Kang spoke harshly, as if he had endured some ordeal.
Patriot’s words about a Korea-US-Japan Alliance drew bitter protests—how could such a thing ever come from his mouth?
“This could never happen unless we made Japan our colony.”
He’d even spout such insane talk about colonization.
But then again….
At this point, my own mind had grown calm.
“That’s certainly true.”
Reviewing Patriot’s past actions, I could fully understand why Director Kang was reacting this way.
President Lee Seok-hyun, standing beside me now, still hadn’t uttered a single word, frozen in shock.
“Ha! Finally, a proper diplomatic request. And one we’re unilaterally granting at that!!!”
The President had finally spoken.
I wasn’t sure if “granting” was the right word for it….
‘It’s certainly unconventional.’
Public apologies would lead to Korea establishing an alliance.
Yes, an alliance.
It was hard to deny.
If just three SSS-rank Transcendents publicly apologized to the Japanese Prime Minister, peace between Korea and Japan would arrive.
Of course, there was an additional special request that the half-elf Yuki must visit Korea….
“Since she’ll need to stop by anyway to establish the Spirit Realm, we’ll arrange a surprise meeting at that time.”
The President organized the future diplomatic schedule.
Then he asked.
“Do you have any objections?”
How could there be any objections here?
Shouldn’t these matters be handled by the nation’s leaders themselves?
Patriot had been interfering excessively all this time, but I, Shin Si-woo, had no intention of manipulating state affairs.
Therefore―.
“I trust you’ll handle it well.”
I bowed to the President and stepped outside.
Within my heart, I harbored hope that I could transform South Korea into a more livable place.
‘I can make Patriot more lenient.’
Communication works.
The current situation made that abundantly clear.
Perhaps Patriot had acted so recklessly all this time because he lacked a peer—someone who could share the burdens of being a Transcendent, someone with whom dialogue was possible.
Of course, I am different.
⦗Lord of Swords, I am Reinhardt. I shall prepare for war alongside the awakened Swords.⦘
Within the Sword World.
There dwell reliable and trustworthy comrades.
They watched my conversation and declared they would prepare countermeasures for what lay ahead.
“I’m counting on you.”
After accepting their pledge, I checked my status window to inspect the Swords after so long.
『Sword Master, Shin Si-woo Lv.5』
—Possessed Skills: [Single Strike―Horizontal Slash] [Lord of Blood] [Infinite Sanctity] [The Highest Celestial Cradle]
—Sword Summoning (Authority):
Status― Aga Sword / Name― Undetermined (Lv.5)
Disposition: Chaos (混沌). 50:50
Sword Type: Holy-Demonic Sword (聖魔劍).
—Ego Sword Summoning (Authority):
[Communication Ability] [Sword Master’s Dominion]
1st Sword, Reinhardt Euclid. [6/100]
2nd Sword, Yulia Lanestia. [17/100]
3rd Sword, Jun. [0/100]
4th Sword, Muratan. [5/100]
5th Sword, Iris Ruzbella. [14/100]
6th Sword, Bellatrice. [0/100]
‘I’m certainly growing as well.’
After visiting the Lava Gate, my level increased by one.
To balance the good and evil ratio of the Aga Sword, I channeled my excess power to Iris and Yulia.
The reason I prioritize nurturing them both is because they’re the most suitable for achieving balance immediately.
Due to the sacred power that increases with every breath, the manifestation index of the 2nd Sword, Yulia, continues to grow.
The 5th Sword, Iris, who frequently manifests in the world and has devoured the Melting Sea and the Red Sea alike, rapidly pursues Yulia’s manifestation index.
Thus, balance was achieved.
“Why did Muratan increase?”
There’s one strange point—Muratan, who first revealed himself, should be at [4/100], yet he’s increased to [5/100].
It seems the prophecy of the ‘Destiny Saint’ has proven remarkably accurate.
There’s only one reason for Muratan to rise.
‘He’s refining iron in the Sword World.’
I can only hope he’s not striking other swords on the head.
* * *
The first [Sword Conference] was held in the Sword World.
“Hahaha! War is upon us—!!!”
Thanks to the world becoming clearer, a colossal throne appeared in Iris’s Domain.
Simultaneously, a space resembling an audience chamber was faintly materialized, and on this occasion, the swords from outside sought out Iris’s Domain to witness what lay within.
“War, war, war!!!”
The small red-haired girl gazed up at the sky in delight.
She seemed ready to dance.
Under normal circumstances, Reinhardt would have shouted ‘Kah!!!’ and the Saint Yulia would have gasped in shock.
But—.
“An opportunity to eliminate the remnants of the evil god has arrived.”
“The very culprits who made me live as a desireless being!!!”
The Righteous Sword Reinhardt, as well as the Holy Sword Yulia, were both trembling with excitement, sharpening their wrath.
The swords that existed in the Sword World, you see.
“The entire nation tainted by the evil god must be purified.”
“Not a single living creature should remain. As they say, eradicate the roots and extinguish the sprouts.”
These were beings who would never compromise when it came to the evil god or the Demon Worshippers.
Of course, there was one exception.
Clang!!!
Clang!!!
Clang!!!
A tremendous noise pierced through the voices of the Swords.
Then came a voice utterly unrelated to war.
“The Demon is truly unyielding steel. Truly captivating steel. I find myself wanting to marry it—. No, that’s not right. I am already one with steel.”
Muratan struck the Demon ceaselessly.
At that, Iris Ruzbella frowned and spoke.
“Bumpy little dwarf. Do not interfere with my war. You’re too loud—take yourself and your smithy elsewhere!”
Then Muratan burst into laughter.
“Hehehehehehe!!!”
The voice of a blacksmith truly striking genuine steel.
It carried a weight befitting one called a Sword who had ascended to the rank of absolute being.
In that state, Muratan spoke.
“A good war requires good weapons.”
He had developed a new weapon.

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