The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 58

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Chapter 58. A Difference in Class (1)
It flows in.
No, I won’t.
She gazes.
No, I hate it~.
Do you truly not desire that man?
Hmm….
Who knows?
Time is running out now—.
Boom!
An empty room.
Kang Seol-ah slammed her desk.
“Ugh, how annoying. You wouldn’t even exist without me, you pathetic wretch. Are you really going to keep whining like this?”
Kang Seol-ah, who had been waiting in the situation room at Paju Military Base, furrowed her brow and stepped outside.
As a dedicated civil servant for transcendents, Kang Seol-ah should have been on Patriot’s aircraft carrier, but at the insistence of Kang Mu-jin and the President, she remained near the Front Lines.
In exchange, she suffered from relentless auditory hallucinations.
‘That tiresome voice.’
The very reason she had become someone who never dated.
For years now—perhaps from the moment she met Shin Si-woo—she had been hearing this voice.
‘I can’t remember exactly….’
Lately, it seemed to have grown worse.
Kang Seol-ah turned her gaze away, trying to forget about the voice.
She looked far toward North Korea.
Where her father and Shin Si-woo were.
The front lines of the inter-Korean war.
Though she wasn’t sure if this should even be called a war….
Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu-guuuung————.
The darkness surrounding North Korea scattered, and brilliant flashes of light pierced through the gaps.
Explosions so vivid they were clearly visible even from this considerable distance.
Watching the cascade of screams and the black tide flowing forth, she tied her hair back tightly.
“I….”
Kang Seol-ah was born extraordinary.
As evidenced by her beauty that surpassed even the half-elf Yuki.
But she was far more than just a pretty face.
Her way of thinking and her courage possessed a uniqueness that transcended all comparison.
“I just wanted to live an interesting life.”
She thought of one man.
Shin Si-woo, who had begun as a non-romance alliance and blossomed into a true friend.
Those moments when they grabbed a drink after work were the most enjoyable.
Her fellow new hire, her close junior.
To be honest…
Come over.
No, we’re just close.
You must stay there.
I am your—.
If you hear my voice, you will awaken as well.
Yet she refused.
I didn’t know the exact reason, but it felt like I shouldn’t hear that voice.
“If you say one more word, I’ll just die. If I die, you disappear too, right?”
I meant it.
So the voice vanished.
Only then could Kang Seol-ah properly observe the Front Lines.
Kiiiieeeeek——!!!
A colossal polluted beast advancing toward South Korea, silhouetted against the explosion’s light.
Beneath it, a towering tidal wave.
Toward them came a thunderous barrage.
Not from the north—but from the military base right before her eyes.
Boom—!!! Boom—! Bang!
Artillery batteries of the South Korean Military, lined in formation, unleashed a wall of fire upon the polluted beasts.
For reasons I couldn’t quite explain, Kang Seol-ah felt the urge to observe the battlefield more closely.
She gazed at her wrist.
A crimson bracelet.
‘Demon.’
It was a gift Shin Si-woo had left behind.
People in the world said Demon looked terribly grotesque.
But Kang Seol-ah found it rather cute.
‘The ride quality is decent too.’
She summoned Demon.
—Command received, where?
An ear-splitting screech echoed.
Somehow that was cute too.
Kang Seol-ah told Demon to take her to that high mountain.
Whoosh—!
“So Si-woo really did become a Transcendent.”
Just one summon, and it’s like this.
She blinked, and she was already at the mountain’s peak.
A vantage point overlooking North Korea.
And…
“Huh.”
From that distant northern region—presumably where Pyongyang lay.
An extraordinarily massive and terrifying blade came into view.
It was a colossal greatsword so immense that even from Paju Military Base, its form could be discerned with perfect clarity.
Cradling the radiance of an azure sky.
And simultaneously, an intensely pure power emanated from it.
Truly, it was the aura of extreme yang.
“This won’t be easy.”
Kang Seol-ah shook her head slowly.
Because of that, she remained unaware.
Shhhhhhh———.
Silence descended upon the entire area.
Patriot’s bombers crossing the sky fell silent.
The surging corrupted beasts froze all at once.
The world had stopped.
————.
The reason the world stopped was simple.
That azure greatsword contained such overwhelming power.
—Ep. 20 A Difference in Tier.
Within the building where that Kim family lived, the source of the Evil God resided.
[A Vessel Containing Blood and Death.]
The object that defined the existence called Necribas, provided the driving force of his power, and made him manifest in this world.
Therefore, it was the source.
‘I didn’t expect the main body to emerge so abruptly….’
If the vessel shattered, the existence would vanish.
That’s why the Evil God descended to Earth in its true form.
It must have paid a price, yet he took such a risk to appear before my eyes.
A parasite that gains power by exploiting others.
He’s desperately careful about his own safety.
Was there already a reason for the main body to act?
I felt a slight doubt, but….
‘Regardless of the reason, things have become easier.’
I manifested Reinhardt’s Heart Sword.
True to his nature as a cultivation fanatic, it bore no grandiose name, but if I had to give it a detailed designation, it would be [Severance].
To cut with wholehearted sincerity what one desires to sever.
That was both the beginning and the entirety.
“Cough——.”
The crimson monster, the Evil God brimming with unfathomable power, lost consciousness from a single strike.
I called it Severance because it was a technique that cleaved the target into infinitesimal fragments using the sword qi of extreme yang.
Trapped within the colossal blade, the Evil God repeated the cycle of regenerating while being severed, fragmenting into ever smaller pieces.
Yet because he harbored a god within, he thrashed about, spouting incoherent words.
“Surely, before this….”
He seems to be referring to when I observed him as a descent body at Mount Fuji, but for reference, Reinhardt’s level hasn’t changed since then.
He is already a perfected sword, after all.
But I have changed.
‘I can continue to grow stronger in my transcendent state.’
To be precise, the scope of power I can manifest shifts as I keep pace with the experiences and achievements of the Swords.
Within [Sword Cultivation], Reinhardt wielded my sword and slew even the foreign gods that filled the cosmos.
All the enlightenment of the Swords dwells within me, but….
Still, I cannot accept even that concept.
‘The range of perception is different.’
In a fleeting instant, my thoughts accelerate.
I savored the power of transcendence in its entirety.
The dying body of the Evil God.
Beyond it, the only intact structure visible in North Korea.
And….
‘People.’
Survivors exist within the building.
I could also sense clearly the sinister aura that confined them.
Its true nature must be the vessel of the Evil God located in the basement of the building.
⦗Truly, this is suspicious.⦘
Reinhardt spoke.
I agree.
Normally, creatures like that only appear just before their true source is attacked, so I don’t understand why it came to meet me so soon.
Didn’t it manifest its main body while paying a price?
Whatever the case, it means something more important than itself lies within.
Whoosh——.
Two seconds have passed since my transcendence.
Necribas remains trapped within the massive azure blade aura.
I didn’t want to waste transcendence, which occurs in mere seconds, carelessly.
I aimed my sword.
The destination was the building before my eyes.
Surrounded by resplendent mystical radiance—.
[Laboratory]
Toward the structure the world itself had named.
[One Flash, horizontal strike.]
Thirty-three forms.
[One Flash, downward strike.]
I simply swung.
Before my transcendent blade, no mystical power held any strength.
The sword shattered the building in serene silence.
Thus I carved a path that descended deep into the underground.
“Not yet——.”
Even as Necribas suffered under the extreme yang energy, he tried to stop me.
I focused on that single word.
‘Not yet?’
Was he waiting for something?
I swung my blade faster and more decisively.
The building vanished.
A passage shrouded in mystery appeared within it.
I traversed the passage in an instant.
Deliberately ignoring the iron bars lined up on both sides.
‘A prison.’
A massive underground dungeon packed densely on both sides of the passage—countless people sat vacant-eyed, their sense of self lost.
I ignored that place and moved toward the deeper darkness.
Just as I had taught my blades, I couldn’t afford to waste time here.
Those who carry Evil and Demon within them—they return as greater calamities the moment you let them slip away.
‘This is strange.’
North Korea is a land eroded by darkness, severed from the world.
In [Swords Cultivation] terms, it’s a fallen world—a collapsed domain.
Yet this structure bore the name [Laboratory].
Just as South Korea’s [Gwanghwamun Plaza] or the [Church] in the Grand Canyon—the world officially recognized its designation.
‘A building with a name in a collapsed place——.’
What exactly is [Mystery]?
Harboring countless questions within my transcendent perception, I destroyed everything underground.
And thus I arrived.
Splash———!
A massive vessel.
Stained blood-red.
A wide, shallow basin.
Slither—.
“What… are you?”
The Evil God Necribas rose from within the blood.
His true body was already dissolving under my blade energy, so this was undoubtedly the genuine ‘origin’.
His essence and foundation.
And his entirety.
“Why does my hand tremble when I behold your blade?”
That origin questioned me.
“Why does approaching you fill me with the dread of facing a natural predator?”
He spoke.
“What is it about you that dares make even me quake with fear?”
His questioning voice trembled.
There was no need to answer.
From my perspective, I would define that creature as this:
‘Villain Number One.’
A wall blocking the Swords in the early stages.
But as I repeated the world, that wall crumbled.
It was merely Villain Number One—something all my Swords could overcome first and dispatch with ease.
I swung my blade as it was, shattering the vessel that defined that creature.
A resonant crack—————.
A clear fissure appeared across the vessel.
Along that line, a brilliant azure light rippled.
Such lines multiplied into dozens, hundreds, thousands of branches.
At this rate, the source would shatter, and all death and despair gathered in the vessel would vanish entirely.
And yet….
“——I shall offer myself to you.”
But something unprecedented occurred.
The Evil God was offering itself to someone of its own volition….
⦗An Evil God offering itself—what could this possibly mean?⦘
It was a phenomenon that would astound even my transcendent blade.
Throughout [Sword Cultivation], I had never once witnessed an Evil God willingly offer itself to another.
Why would creatures so selfish do such a thing?
I would accept the offering.
A deep rumble——.
The world caves inward.
In response to Necribas’s offering, something descended to this place.
An intensity I could feel with absolute clarity, even in my transcendent state.
Yes.
It was an extraordinarily powerful existence.
———The Eye———
It was an eye.
Merely an eye, yet all the more terrifying for that very reason.
A high-ranking Demon—the Eye.
An entity that could only be confronted if my Swords maintained ‘Minute’ or higher.
And yet….
‘It is incomplete.’
Just as my Swords could only manifest a single finger even within the [Tower].
That existence too was clearly bound by constraints.
Like calamities unable to escape the Gates, the [Eye] was also trapped within a dimension, merely observing Earth.
And so it simply accepted the offering and gazed upon me.
I would slay it according to our contract.
That was what its stare conveyed.
It was a power so overwhelming that mere sight conveyed absolute intent.
An Eye that declared it would kill me.
When the time comes—.
It certainly hadn’t descended to Earth.
The proof was that it spoke of waiting for the right moment while accepting tributes.
It was saying we’d see what happens next time.
‘An incomplete Eye.’
I was prepared to push myself beyond my limits.
The moment I truly gazed upon that Eye, I might lose my sanity.
Even though I wielded a transcendent blade, my ‘perception’ hadn’t yet caught up to it.
And yet, I would push myself.
‘I will never defer to what comes next.’
So.
[Eye]
I gazed into the Abyss.
I met the gaze of a colossal, ominous pupil staring at this place from another dimension.
The price of doing so.
———.
The moment I perceived something I should never have seen, my mind went blank.
Even wielding a transcendent blade.
My incomplete body caused my mind to go numb.
And yet….
Still, I moved.
My blades had faced such an Eye head-on and fought.
I would do the same.
[Eye]
A deep darkness stares back at me.
They say if you gaze into the Abyss, you must enter it?
I fixed my gaze upon that Eye.
⦗Blade Master, let’s aim for next time——.⦘
Reinhardt Euclid was suggesting we aim for the next opportunity, but no.
Absolutely not.
‘I can do this.’
I am the one who cultivated the deepest Abyss.
The master of the blade that killed everything in this world.
So I’ll show you the truth.
I’ll speak her name.
“Iris Ruzbella.”
I spoke her name aloud.
What comes next, I don’t know.
However….
——Ha ha!
A bright laugh echoed through the air.
Iris Ruzbella always laughed.
But this laughter—it was the kind that emerged when she was furious.
The colossal gaze fixed upon me wavered.
This much, at least, I remember with perfect clarity.
“How audacious of you to gaze upon my master.”
She spoke with a terrible smile etched across her face.
“I did not permit you to behold what I behold.”

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