The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51. Blessing (3)
Jesus’s blessing descended across the entire United States.
“I, Jesus Christ, command it—let the territory of America be at peace—.”
Needless to say, the United States was enormous.
Spreading a ‘blessing’ that healed disabilities, illnesses, and even mental afflictions across that vast expanse was quite taxing even for Jesus.
Since the blessing didn’t maintain itself permanently, he had to renew it periodically.
“Jesus….”
President Bill Johnson gazed at Jesus from the Church in the Grand Canyon and made the sign of the cross.
A nation as expansive as the United States had countless Gates.
Gates flooded in constantly, and monsters and calamities emerged to threaten humanity’s homeland.
The American military and Hunters fought on the Front Lines of those Gates for their people.
“Cough—.”
Jesus spat up a handful of dark crimson blood.
The matter with the Demon Worshippers had strained him considerably, and his divine form had taken some damage. Seeing this, President Bill Johnson bowed his head.
“Please, withdraw the blessing you’ve cast across our entire nation… We can endure several days without it.”
The reason Jesus couldn’t leave American soil for extended periods.
It was for the safety of three hundred million American citizens.
And furthermore—.
“Bill, I do not wish to see our soldiers and Hunters living enslaved by drugs.”
Jesus spoke as though issuing a decree.
That was the greatest reason he had begun casting blessings across all of America.
In the past, soldiers on the Front Lines and even Hunters had been dependent on drugs.
Gates were horrific calamities that were difficult to overcome with an intact human mind, and since the United States was naturally a nation where drugs were prevalent, most Hunters and soldiers had no choice but to rely on them.
The situation in those early days had been so dire that the government itself had begun distributing drugs.
Jesus had absolutely no intention of witnessing that again.
“As long as I, Jesus Christ, exist, America will be fine. Bill, don’t I resurrect when I die?”
Jesus spoke those words with an expression devoid of any humor.
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The Front Lines of South Korea.
The land of elite warriors protecting South Korea from Corrupted Beasts.
“Salute to Patriot!”
The soldiers of the Front Lines military unit welcomed a figure.
Patriot, South Korea’s first Transcendent, who held a higher ceremonial rank than the President himself.
Patriot waved his hand fluttering as he received the salute from the soldiers.
“Don’t waste effort on such formalities!”
Standing on the platform, Patriot made eye contact with each and every soldier.
There was one unit where his gaze lingered particularly long—the Decisive Corps.
True patriots whose bodies were stained dark, who moved about wrapped entirely in protective suits.
“A new Awakened has appeared.”
Protective suits were typically worn to avoid becoming infected by Corruption.
First, they don them in protective suits to prevent contamination.
“That Awakened one can use an ability called [The Tomb], and any of the soldiers here with severe contamination levels should be able to fit inside it.”
Patriot spoke toward the Decisive Corps, tears streaming down his face.
“The Tomb can hold over 170,000 people, so if things go wrong, you should enter The Tomb as well.”
[The Tomb]—an ability that maintains the current state.
But what happens after entering it?
“Endure inside The Tomb. Persist. Persist. Never die. Our soldiers must not become monsters anymore. No—I won’t allow it to happen.”
Even entering The Tomb offered no guarantee that contamination levels would decrease.
According to current findings, maintaining the status quo was all it could do.
Of course, maintaining that state required proportional energy.
“Whether I pour in saline or embed mysteries into The Tomb, I’ll find a way to keep you all alive.”
The soldiers’ hearts swelled with emotion.
Patriot was saying he would help them survive without becoming monsters.
Everyone wept, some even sobbing, as they focused on Patriot’s speech.
“I will never allow our South Korean soldiers to become products of communist or North Korean forces!”
Patriot declared.
Having returned from the Tower this time, I had obtained the seeds of a new power.
So endure inside [The Tomb].
“When I’m granted the right to enter the Tower again….”
Patriot would not simply let soldiers with severe contamination die.
“I’ll reinforce Yulgok Yi I’s 100,000 Army.”
Yulgok Yi I’s 200,000 Army.
Among the additional 100,000, soldiers from my Patriot Guardian Division will be added.
“Which means there’s no need to request euthanasia right before monsterification anymore.”
Now, endure inside [The Tomb].
And become my elite soldiers.
“Let’s live together in the Constellations that way. Let’s save this nation!”
Patriot’s roar, filled with resolute determination.
The soldiers at the Front Lines responded with cheers.
Waaaaaahhhhh—!!!
Within that resounding cry, Patriot felt bitterness.
It was lamentation over a reality where this was all he could do.
[The Constellations’ patriotism elevates the surrounding area.]
[Serving the nation, the soldier’s duty, inspires the spirits of the soldiers.]
[Certain death brings life, certain life brings death—the conviction of the Constellation Yi Sun-sin dwells within the soldiers.]
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The Tower’s safe zone.
A crack formed across the verdant circle.
The crack’s scale was minute, yet its presence was strikingly vivid.
It felt as though only that crack and I existed in the world.
‘Is it connecting?’
I enhanced the Aga Sword’s [Spatial] attribute.
On a hunch, I opened a path leading to the Sword World.
The result shimmered before my eyes.
Slip——.
A finger appearing through the crevice.
The finger of an absolute being, a truly transcendent existence.
The moment I witnessed it, a change occurred within me.
Memories began seeping in like a flood.
“How dare an ordinary mortal dream such dreams with mere fragments of talent?”
An elderly man who had become one with the blade across vast ages—that was the Reinhardt Euclid I knew.
But the Reinhardt I saw now was a beautiful youth in his early years.
The time when he entered the Dongja Gongshim technique and became bound by certain constraints.
Yet the very moment he could shatter the wall called the limits of talent.
“Ah. Blade, you are my benefactor. The vengeance of my house, the resentment of my sister and father….”
Reinhardt Euclid trembled.
At the fact that his life, blocked by the wall of talent, was completely overturned.
With his constraints gone, he endlessly honed himself for true vengeance.
Blade—he overcame every trial I gave and devoted himself solely to training for revenge.
Yet he never lost himself.
“I shall take my vengeance, but I have no intention of becoming a vengeful spirit. Blade, the reason you possess such radiant azure energy must surely mean I should not abandon my greater purpose, yes?”
Reading such vivid memories from his perspective, I came to understand a certain truth….
“Is this not enough? Blade, what exactly must I do that you demand such profound training? Since you command it, I simply obey….”
Reinhardt Euclid was a madman.
When I demanded 33 years of training.
He smiled with profound delight and rejoiced.
Training and cultivation were his entire existence.
Such was his heart.
And that sincerity of Reinhardt Euclid saved the world.
When his seclusion ended.
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Massive, translucent tentacles flowed from the cosmos and assailed the world.
An outer god descended to devour everything.
That which the Demon Worshippers revered as the Demon King.
“So this was the meaning of my training.”
It was a colossal monstrosity that would not even permit human perception.
All who witnessed it instantly went mad or lost consciousness.
Imperial knights and tower masters alike sealed their own selves and fled reality.
Yet only one existence stood against that irresistible horror.
My first blade.
It was Reinhardt Euclid.
“Ogre, foul beast—.”
Reinhardt Euclid wielded a single sword and single-handedly inverted the heavens.
He incinerated the horrifying monster that devoured continents in blazing azure light and annihilated it perfectly with thirty-three meticulously honed sword techniques.
It was something I already knew—.
‘Disturbingly vivid.’
The truth of the world seen through Reinhardt Euclid’s memories, not through [Sword Cultivation], was truly harrowing.
Even in Reinhardt Euclid’s world, saved in its most perfected form, countless people had died.
Seeing this made the reality facing me hit far harder.
‘This is what happens to Earth.’
Ah, the world truly is ending.
It was a sight that naturally evoked such thoughts.
But if you asked whether I despaired, I could say with absolute certainty that I did not.
Did I not possess experience spanning over ten thousand iterations?
The failures would serve as lessons, and the six Swords that witnessed the endings would become excellent success stories, showing me the path forward.
The flow continued to this point—.
Kuguguguguong——!!!
A ‘fragment’ of Reinhardt Euclid descended into the Tower’s world.
What appeared through the rift was merely a single finger.
Yet, I felt an overwhelming power.
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⦗It seems the power to tear through space is still insufficient for divine power to manifest completely.⦘
This place was the [Tower].
A space where the constraints on Swords loosened, where they could manifest on an hourly basis.
Yet there existed clear limitations to summoning their true forms.
Even in the Tower, it was merely a single finger.
‘Good heavens.’
Still, I trembled.
The Swords living in [Sword World] were ‘perfected Swords’ yet ‘the mightiest humans of their era.’
Beings who witnessed the world’s end in every conceivable way.
Absolute existences that entered my world in such a manner.
Had I not gained the possibility for those beings to appear in this world?
‘It’s actually happening.’
Earth had an enormous population.
The landmass was so vast that controlling it was nearly impossible.
Had I not been granted tremendous possibilities in such circumstances?
‘I must continue cultivating Aga Sword.’
My hypothesis was this.
If Aga Sword transcended [space], I could manifest other Swords in this world.
But Aga Sword possessed two distinct characteristics.
What would happen if I transcended [Time]?
‘The Swords could remain on Earth indefinitely.’
Understanding the endpoint of this build is my duty as [Sword Master].
Now I had forged a clear purpose.
Then, I would need a path to walk toward that purpose, wouldn’t I?
⦗A single finger, but… God, Reinhardt Euclid. It may prove somewhat helpful to the Sword Master.⦘
Reinhardt Euclid made me a proposal.
What could be accomplished with just one crude finger that appeared by cutting through empty space?
Yet the scope of what that absolute being’s finger could accomplish far exceeded my expectations.
⦗To handle the completed 33 formulas, you must perfect the meridian pathways of the Infant Heart Cultivation Method.⦘
Wait.
If those meridian pathways became perfect….
“In exchange for losing minor functions, you have achieved a perfect body. Sword, I thank you!!!”
Why did I obtain such a vivid memory?
A scene of Reinhardt Euclid rejoicing and admiring the fruits of cultivation flashed through my mind like a lantern show.
Yes.
Reinhardt Euclid’s words were no different from telling me to become a eunuch.
I tried to refuse in shock―.
⦗If the Sword Master, who has obtained all enlightenment, perfects his body… surely, he could become the savior of this chaotic age of turmoil.⦘
Sincere praise poured forth.
Becoming a eunuch was no problem at all.
No, Reinhardt Euclid hadn’t even hesitated.
Since I had made him that way, denial would be futile.
And Reinhardt Euclid’s transcendent finger moved before I could even react.
⦗It will be over shortly.⦘
Fwip—! Fwip fwip!!!
Formless energy shot from his finger, sweeping across me.
My mana circuits were being recalibrated according to the incantations of the Infant Heart Cultivation Method I had taught the Swords.
‘No, this won’t do.’
I….
absolutely cannot become a eunuch!
As I repeated this thought, vitality suddenly surged throughout my entire body in real time.
Along with the [Lord of Blood] trait I had obtained from Iris Ruzbella, a brilliant azure energy began to envelop my flesh.
Then a message appeared.
Whoosh!
[Training efficiency increases by 10,000%.]
[The Lord of Blood trait and the Infinite Divinity trait achieve harmony.]
[The Sword Master’s body is being reconstructed.]
[Divine Body has been optimized.]
Along with an overwhelming sense of exhilaration, my vision returned completely.
I had just experienced a sensation approaching omnipotence with my complete body.
Where did this transformation originate?
‘Wait, could it be….’
I gasped.
I traced back through my senses.
Fortunately, my abilities remained intact.
Yet my physical condition had transformed into an optimal state.
⦗Hoh, as expected, the Sword Master’s body possesses many peculiarities. Unlike myself, you have achieved a complete and perfect meridian system.⦘
That was right.
I had obtained a complete physical form without any side effects.
I had nearly become a eunuch.
‘A blessing indeed.’
I nodded with joy.
Now all that remained was to absorb his teachings thoroughly and internalize them.
⦗Now, I shall teach you how to wield the Forms with that body.⦘
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What are the Forms?
They are the ultimate manifestation created by training the thirty-three fundamental movements that Reinhardt Euclid practiced to their absolute limits.
Horizontal slashes, vertical slashes, diagonal downward strikes, deflections, parries, and more.
Simply put, they are the fundamentals.
Yet—.
‘Perfect fundamentals become ultimate techniques.’
I moved my body as my fingers guided me.
How much time had passed?
I paid it no mind whatsoever.
Just as Reinhardt Euclid had done, I simply moved my body until it was complete.
And thus, enlightenment came to me.
『You have perfectly internalized all thirty-three Forms.』
This meant I had transcended the system’s limitations.
【Sword Master Shin Si-woo, who has gone beyond merely using granted abilities to make them truly your own.】
【Your blade now carries the possibility to transcend the laws of the world.】
【The [Tower] sends you countless accolades and bestows upon you this potential.】
This was not the voice of the world.
The [Tower], which exists for individual Awakeners, had spoken to me.

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