The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39. The Madman (2)
“Sugoi!!!”
Japanese Prime Minister Suzuyama Jiro.
He had reached the point of shedding tears, overwhelmed by admiration.
South Korea had changed.
“The Patriot….”
He had apologized dozens of times for the atrocities committed during the Japanese occupation.
By now, there were no more words of apology left, and the reparations paid had become so staggeringly enormous that there was nothing more to give.
Visiting the bereaved families of comfort women victims and performing dogeza one by one was merely the baseline.
Japan had disclosed all the information about Japanese war criminals from the occupation period that it had kept in utmost secrecy, and even extradited criminals to Korea.
In the process, it had handed over an entire roster of pro-Japanese collaborators within Korea.
“Bastards. Finally doing what you should have done long ago.”
Yet he received only curses in return.
The Japanese Prime Minister tried to endure it by thinking that in this chaotic Gate era, this was what it was, but….
However….
“Hey! Apologize!!!”
Still, the Patriot periodically extorted additional apologies through threats….
The magnificent display of bombers blanketing Tokyo’s airspace was terrifyingly awesome, and each time the Prime Minister would cough up additional apology payments and bow his head.
“I’ll forgive today’s bombing as punishment for Japan.”
After countless apologies, all Japan had gained was exemption from bombing.
But….
Not anymore.
“Finally!!!”
[Official Request from the Republic of Korea Government for Korea-Japan Alliance.]
1. Public apology from the Japanese Prime Minister and two other Transcendents.
2. Dispatch of SSS-rank Hunter Yuki, Half-Elf, to Korea.
The Korean government had officially delivered the alliance-related request.
If they did just that, it wouldn’t be bombing exemption but an actual ‘alliance’.
“Korea has changed!!!”
South Korea had changed.
No, the Patriot had changed it.
If this 24th public dogeza were to be performed….
“The Korea-Japan alliance will be realized.”
The Japanese Prime Minister’s tears would not stop.
In truth, he had been at a loss recently about how to deal with the Patriot, but Shin Si-woo had appeared and normalized Korea-Japan relations.
After all, wasn’t Japan now in a situation where it had only one card left to hand over to the Patriot?
That card being—.
“His Majesty the Emperor will live much longer.”
Japan had secretly hidden the last remaining Emperor.
It wasn’t an intention to preserve the remnants of the Japanese Empire, but rather a card they had been saving to use in ceasefire negotiations when the Patriot declared war on Japan.
I’ve managed to preserve a bit more of it.
“Shin Si-woo, that magnanimous person….”
All of this was thanks to Shin Si-woo, South Korea’s second Transcendent.
The Japanese Prime Minister envied the nation of South Korea deeply.
‘The Patriot alone possesses abilities that defy reason, yet an existence surpassing even that has emerged.’
Was it thanks to his intuition that the British Doctor would be utterly demolished?
The Japanese Prime Minister had come to dimly understand that Shin Si-woo was an entity operating on an entirely different plane.
The superiority between Japan and Korea was now inevitable.
Shin Si-woo—the very existence that had instilled such certainty.
He was….
“Remarkably magnanimous, indeed.”
The Prime Minister had certainly engaged in somewhat presumptuous conduct.
Successive threats from the Patriot at the Lava Gate had forced the entire nation into a defensive position, leading to irrational responses.
Yet the great Transcendent Shin Si-woo had coolly overlooked it all.
What if he had done the same to the Patriot?
‘Our hunters and I would have been dragged to Korean soil.’
Like the war criminals Japan had surrendered, they too would have been dragged to Gwanghwamun and executed publicly.
Shin Si-woo’s protection was truly extraordinary.
No bombing, no destruction—merely bow your head and you become an ally.
Resistance from domestic Transcendents?
“Yaksha, what are your thoughts?”
“Rather than wait for our own Transcendents to increase, standing with Korea is far superior. Seeing how the Patriot has become more moderate, it seems the justification of severe punishment is working remarkably well.”
Yaksha, the strongest SSS-rank hunter in close-combat martial arts, harbored no thought of opposing Shin Si-woo.
Instead, he welcomed the alliance with open arms.
“And you, Imamangyang?”
“His Demon even surpasses the vengeful spirits I command….”
Ugh—.
The man in the white mask trembled visibly.
Despite commanding spirits himself, the mere thought of the Demon sent shivers down his spine.
Still, he welcomed the alliance itself.
“In that case, rather than having only Yuki visit Korea, wouldn’t it be better if we all made a public apology and visited together?”
Originally, Korea had requested only ‘the half-elf Yuki.’
However, the Prime Minister had grander plans for the visit—to give his people hope and to deepen ties with Korea.
“I will go.”
Yaksha, ever straightforward, agreed.
“N-no, I absolutely will not go anywhere near that red monster!!!”
Imamangyang’s master gave conditional approval.
“H-heh——. D-do I really have to go?”
The half-elf Yuki.
She who had always gazed down upon humans with such pride now asked in fear.
It was the lingering dread of being bitten by a Demon that surfaced in my mind.
“He is not the sort of person to carelessly summon Demons on a whim.”
“No, well, even so….”
The Japanese Prime Minister bowed his head to Yuki.
Then he cried out, his voice trembling with emotion.
“Please… please! Make a decision for the fate of our nation!!!”
This was the Patriot’s first display of such goodwill since the Gate crisis began.
If this opportunity were lost, Japan would face a truly lost century, and the entire nation would walk the path of ruin alongside him.
Faced with the Japanese Prime Minister’s earnest persuasion, Yuki reluctantly nodded her head.
“Korea and Japan must sail in the same boat.”
The Japanese Prime Minister was descended from a distinguished family that had engaged in politics for generations.
So he understood well.
“No—even if our Japan must bow forever, we must board the great ship that is Korea!”
* * *
Crack!
[The 4th Sword, Muratan, has achieved enlightenment.]
[Following a new species, a new weapon is born.]
[New weapon—the Demon has evolved.]
“What’s being born?”
I stared at my status window with a bewildered expression.
It had only been recently that I created the Saengsagwi, a new species….
“Wait, Iris’s Demon?”
Upon closer inspection, what Muratan was developing was a Demon—a subject of Iris Ruzbella.
What, then, is a Demon?
A million Demons subordinate to the 2nd Sword, Iris Ruzbella.
They hardly ever die, and they are monsters that devour quite literally everything.
They possess physical form as a matter of course, and beyond abstract illusions, they are terrifying entities that consume even concepts themselves.
Even if they die, Iris’s authority automatically maintains the number of one million.
In other words, whenever Demons are reduced in number, new Demons are born.
“How could that possibly evolve?”
I had thought I had already witnessed the absolute limit, yet suddenly an unforeseen transformation unfolded.
‘How is it changing?’
To understand the future, the best approach is to reflect upon the past.
I calmly recalled memories from my sword cultivation.
Those days when I confirmed Iris’s characteristics and constructed my sword’s build.
[Iris Ruzbella—Master of the Heavenly Killing Star.]
The Heavenly Killing Star possesses the characteristic of learning anything with incredible speed if it serves the purpose of killing.
Moreover, the more she kills, the stronger her own power becomes.
That is why I never taught Iris techniques or skills.
She possessed the talent to advance toward perfection through her very existence alone.
Instead—.
‘I devoted myself to nurturing.’
Nurturing, in the truest sense of the word.
Filling in the gaps of poor image quality.
Properly restoring the body that had failed to grow due to the Imperial Court’s restraint.
And that was how Iris Ruzbella’s sword began.
‘Next came support.’
A build focused on healing or strengthening her body, and summoning minions to fill the numbers lacking in the military’s war effort.
In simple terms, since Iris herself’s martial prowess grows steadily on its own thanks to the Celestial Star trait, you could say this was a case of brutishly amplifying the sword’s authority.
‘I have no idea whatsoever.’
Even I can’t fathom how the Demon will evolve.
Muratan, who is evolving the Demon, possesses the trait [World Transformation]—a special authority that makes himself the hammer, the world the Blacksmith’s Forge, and the target iron.
By striking the Demon with that, what exactly changes and how?
‘It’s different from the Saengsagwi though….’
The Saengsagwi I ride is a ‘unique individual’ created by implanting the British Doctor’s abilities of necessary life and necessary death.
Therefore, it is a new species.
In any case, I was lost in various contemplations while examining the messages about my swords.
Since the swords themselves said they should busily prepare for ‘war’, I was leisurely pondering the matter.
‘They’re throwing a complete festival.’
Naturally, my swords welcome war.
Especially a war where they crush evil things.
‘Perhaps right now, they’re deliberating over who should manifest first and take the vanguard?’
While thinking such thoughts.
⦗Master of Swords!!!⦘
A heavy and solemn voice rang out.
It was the voice of my reliable First Sword, Reinhardt Euclid.
⦗The Evil God Necribas was originally my sworn enemy.⦘
He spoke to me while concealing a poignant longing, or perhaps an even more fervent emotion.
⦗In this war, please allow me to face the god—.⦘
The Demon Worshippers who had annihilated Reinhardt’s clan.
The entity they served was none other than Necribas, who emerged from the Melting Sea.
It was as I had anticipated.
“Very well.”
I welcome it too.
When facing the Evil God Necribas with Reinhardt, several buffs would be applied.
And as for the Evil God—.
‘Penalties will be attached in abundance.’
An existence that sacrificed what was precious solely for revenge and ascended from an ordinary person to the Sword Emperor through unwavering devotion to training.
That is my First Sword, Reinhardt Euclid.
Such transcendent swords of mine possess formidable power that influences others merely through their very existence.
That is why—.
Whoosh!
[Enter the Tower and overcome its trials.]
[Reward: 1 Sword, Reinhardt Euclid’s Formula]
The Tower exists as a space dedicated solely to my growth, tailored for me alone.
The Tower’s trials manifest in accordance with the evolution of my swords.
What was meant to come has arrived.
“The Patriot said he would enter the Tower as well.”
Now South Korea has two Transcendents.
It would be wise for us to take turns entering, just in case.
I contacted the Patriot through WorldNet.
A response came in a single second—a message as sharp as a blade.
[Patriot: How about you go first, senior, and then I’ll enter next? I’m planning to go in tomorrow anyway.]
Just like the Patriot.
It seemed the Demon’s greed had grown so intense that he was determined to enter the Tower as well.
* * *
“Th-th-this crazy bastard!!!”
The Patriot spat out an exclamation.
Just a single message about entering the Tower, and yet….
“This absolute madman!”
A chill ran down his spine.
No matter how hard the Patriot tried to comprehend it, Shin Si-woo remained incomprehensible to him.
‘A lunatic declaring war in a world this utterly devastated!!!’
The Patriot cursed Shin Si-woo inwardly.
Despite sending bombers across the entire nation’s territory all day long, unable to eliminate the calamity, Shin Si-woo spoke of the Conquest of China without concern for such matters—how could this be?
“Patriot, do you truly not need to understand the war’s purpose properly?”
“Capturing the Demon God might just be a pretext.”
The Constellations welcomed the war itself, but demanded concrete explanations.
The Patriot had not heard such things from Shin Si-woo.
Rather, he had not asked.
The reason was obvious.
“He’s clearly trying to feed those demons.”
Those terrifyingly grotesque red monsters.
Shin Si-woo’s objective was to provide them sustenance.
‘He’ll probably go to Japan and feed that bastard to them….’
Yet with such power, he adorned everything with grand justifications, drawing in allied nations to expand the scale of war.
The Patriot’s excessive stress continually induced twisted reasoning.
“To possess such strength and yet display such caution.”
“He is no ordinary person. Surely, my blade would be stopped by him.”
Shin Si-woo was the existence Cheok Jun-kyung said he could not find a one-on-one killing blow against.
And yet….
“You’re going into the Tower?”
Unsatisfied with the power I possess, I turn toward the Tower.
It’s proof that Shin Si-woo desires even greater strength.
‘Damn….’
The Patriot finds himself in a difficult position.
In truth, the Patriot does not welcome war.
The reason I periodically cause trouble with Japan is the same as with the Great Britain Empire—fear that Japan might resurrect the Japanese Empire.
Though I never revealed my true feelings.
‘Those Japanese bastards really are terrible creatures, after all.’
It’s half venting frustration, but in any case, I wasn’t just complaining for no reason.
“Still, isn’t war a bit much?”
Punishing that vicious China, reclaiming North Korea—rightfully Korean territory—in a noble war.
Yet the Patriot remained reluctant.
However….
“We shall establish the Korean Empire.”
“Patriot, we shall witness again the miracles you displayed in your trial.”
“Ah, the history of those days when you pushed back China with a single sword!!”
The Constellations’ reactions were entirely different.
They all gazed into empty space with dreamy expressions on their faces.
Every Constellation present had shared in the Patriot’s trial.
Within that trial, they held memories of shattering China and Japan alongside the Patriot, establishing the Korean Empire across the world.
How could they forget such a memory?
“Should we really wage war?”
“Why would we decline such a glorious undertaking as establishing the Korean Empire?”
The Patriot cried out sharply, looking toward Yi Sun-sin.
“What of the sons of Korea dragged into the military, slaughtered mercilessly by the Chinese forces? What of the tears of parents who’ve lost their children?”
The massive death toll of one’s own people.
That was the justification I had raised.
But….
“The nature of war has changed.”
The war Shin Si-woo speaks of is different.
“We Transcendents like you will sweep through North Korean territory in a single blow with our firepower.”
With Yulgok Yi Yi’s 100,000 Army—forged into killing machines through countless, distant trials—advancing, could mere polluted monsters possibly stand in their way?
“True, that’s a fair point. There’s no need for civilians to participate in war.”
At the words of these clever Constellations, the Patriot found myself at a loss for words.
Ah, I cannot stop this war.
Then….
“I should visit the Tower after all.”
“The Tower? But didn’t you say the Constellation candidates on this roster are unfamiliar to you?”
“Still, I need to build up my strength first.”
In truth, the Patriot had long since passed the time when he should have entered the Tower.
The Patriot pulled up the message he had been putting off.
‘If I could only serve someone like King Sejong, I wouldn’t have to fear Shin Si-woo….’
Whoosh!
[Enter the Tower, overcome trials, and welcome a new Constellation.]
[Choose an option]
1. Constellation, Syngman Rhee.
2. Constellation, Yi Do.
One was completely unknown to me, and the other was someone I barely knew, so it was difficult to decide.

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