The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 60

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Chapter 60. The Gap in Power (3)
“I, Jesus Christ, command thee—.”
Old: Grand Canyon.
Present: Jesus’s Church.
A brilliant golden light rippled across the church, constructed by retrofitting a gorge hundreds of kilometers wide.
A colossal cross-shaped sanctity.
Its end pointed toward the distant South Korea.
Ziiiiing————.
A harbinger of [Holy Day of Judgment], which Jesus was currently casting.
Many people waited before the “miracle of God” that could be unleashed at any moment during the incantation.
Their faces bore a complex tapestry of fear, shock, and awe.
Why had fear and dread emerged in those who had only rejoiced at witnessing Jesus’s power?
“Jesus Christ!!!”
Because they had witnessed the true reality of North Korea, revealed through Jesus’s divine authority.
A gathering of high-ranking American hunters and key politicians, all present together.
“Truly, the living God is an existence worthy of being called brother.”
The high-ranking hunters marveled at Shin Si-woo’s power even as they recoiled at the sight of North Korea.
The horrors of North Korea, illuminated through Jesus’s [miracle], were vividly displayed before all eyes—.
“That… that colossal greatsword is…”
The hunters could not help but realize it.
That Shin Si-woo’s power transcended even the transcendent.
Since everyone present was transcendent, there could be no disagreement on this matter.
‘…’
Observing the hunters’ reactions, President Bill Johnson and other government officials concluded that something ominous must be occurring.
To the ordinary eye, all that was visible was the Patriot’s bombardment unfolding across North Korea.
The image of North Korea revealed through Jesus’s power was raw, unfiltered footage.
It was nearly impossible for a layperson to recognize Shin Si-woo’s blade, which achieved transformation in mere seconds.
Yet…
‘Where, then, has human rights vanished to?’
A question only those immersed in politics could contemplate arose.
North Korea had been occupied by China.
But seeing the North Korean land devoid of a single person, countless thoughts flooded through their minds.
That blade-like substance had covered the earth, and black fog hung thick in the sky…
Every building lay shattered, reduced to a horrifying wasteland of ruins.
‘If North Korea is in that state, what on earth has become of China?’
Could such a problem be resolved through something like the World Alliance?
‘If 1.5 billion people have been reduced to that condition…’
As President Bill Johnson spiraled into countless dark imaginings.
“Ah——!”
A gasp escaped from Jesus.
Everyone’s gaze shifted toward the most colossal presence in the chamber.
Two meters fifty centimeters tall—Jesus stood imposing and statuesque.
Above his parted hair, a luminous pink crown of thorns flickered ceaselessly.
He clutched an enormous cross to his chest, murmuring softly.
“You as well….”
Jesus’s eyes had widened to a terrifying degree, his gaze fixed upon something distant.
North Korea, perceived through the lens of his divine omniscience.
And the incomprehensible phenomenon unfolding there.
Jesus’s pupils blazed with ethereal light.
His pupils had constricted to their limit, rendering his gaze more unsettling than ever before.
Yet it was not anger that burned within him.
Siiiiick—.
From the grotesque upward curl of his lips, anyone present could discern that Jesus was experiencing profound joy.
Why does the Divine rejoice?
Those gathered here understood nothing of his reason.
Only Jesus knew.
‘Brother, so you have witnessed it as well.’
The moment Shin Si-woo’s gaze met the Eye.
Jesus perceived the phenomenon he faced.
For he had undergone a similar ordeal himself.
‘An entity strikingly akin to the Lamentation I once beheld.’
The massive undead catastrophe that consumed Canada and invaded the American mainland.
Its true nature was a world drowning in sorrow, known as the Lamentation.
Jesus had slain that Lamentation.
He had destroyed the very dimension they inhabited.
And now, in like manner—.
【The Eye has perished.】
The world itself whispered.
Shin Si-woo had slain the Eye.
The path of salvation had opened before the lost lambs.
Jesus rejoiced.
Ziiiiing——.
Jesus’s pupils returned to their normal state.
His expanded eyes contracted, and his four-fold vision transformed into threefold sight.
The sacred grace enveloping the Church slowly flowed back into Jesus’s flesh.
The Holy Day of Judgment, prepared to its absolute limit, dissipated without being unleashed.
“J-Jesus, what in the world has transpired—.”
“Shin Si-woo is my brother, one who shares the same anguish as I do.”
“What exactly has happened…. This Eye—.”
President Bill Johnson posed the question.
What is happening in that distant land of South Korea?
Then, instead of answering, Jesus brought his long finger to Bill Johnson’s lips.
Shh!
Do not disturb the contemplation of a god.
Jesus peered into Shin Si-woo’s profound inner world.
Shin Si-woo, who had crossed into another dimension or realm and slain the Eye.
In that moment, Jesus witnessed Shin Si-woo’s inner self—fragments of it.
‘Shin Si-woo, you too possess a deep and intricate world.’
What is called Awakening.
The world of trials that Shin Si-woo carries.
It was a bizarre world where immeasurable darkness and endless brilliant light coexisted.
Much like myself, who harbors hell within.
I have witnessed.
I have felt.
Therefore, I declare with certainty.
“Bill, heaven shall be preserved in its entirety.”
Jesus laughed.
To him, the present world is heaven itself.
‘Brother, you too can slay those beings beyond the wall.’
And Shin Si-woo.
His arrival was the ‘hope’ that appeared in heaven.
* * *
‘I have changed.’
I had not yet resolved all of North Korea’s problems.
Therefore, neither the voice of the world nor rewards from the status window had been granted.
Yet I realized that my body was transforming into something.
⦗An awakening, I see.⦘
Indeed, Reinhardt Euclid.
You discern the fruits of training with uncanny precision.
Reinhardt Euclid’s explanation was that surviving after witnessing what one cannot perceive is itself the reason one’s realm ascends.
⦗It would be best to consume the Eye now. The moment of achievement is when adaptation comes most easily.⦘
The Eye that Iris Ruzbella created.
It was simply the Eye.
Yes.
‘So I have to eat that?’
The Eye is….
It looked like an actual eyeball.
An eyeball with crimson sclera and a pupil dark as the Abyss.
Depending on how I consume this, my Eye will differ.
⦗It is said that the refinement of the Eye will soon be complete.⦘
‘I have to eat something like that person’s eye….’
Iris Ruzbella chewed it down with relish and obtained the [Eye That Calls Death].
Yulia Lanestia purified and absorbed it to form the [Eye of the Noble Saint], while Reinhardt Euclid refined his energy through training and melted it into his own aura.
As for Muratan, he pounded it into submission and consumed it as colorless iron.
But….
⦗I shall offer you an eye.⦘
Crackle——.
The jewel embedded in the hilt of the Aga Sword.
Above it, an [Eye] slowly began to manifest.
The eye that Iris Ruzbella had secured.
But….
“Is this an eye?”
The eye I obtained looked unlike any eye I had ever seen before.
White sclera with a black pupil.
Like an ordinary eyeball.
Yet the sclera and the area around the pupil were filled with strange lines.
As I tilted my head wondering what this was.
⦗The girl’s heart—.⦘
Suddenly, a crude voice cut off Iris Ruzbella’s words.
⦗I built a shoddy structure and had time left over, so I lent a hand. While I was at it, I improved it to suit you, Sword Master.⦘
Muratan muttered gruffly.
⦗You may not be satisfied with it, but it is certainly superior to any [Eye] we have ever seen!⦘
In short, all my Swords had cooperated to refine this [Eye].
Moreover, that eye possessed overwhelmingly superior performance compared to the eyes my Swords had consumed.
‘An eye refined with the power of the Swords?’
Whatever it was, it was incredibly valuable.
I felt apologetic that I had done nothing to deserve it.
“Thank you.”
This kind of work was only possible under Muratan’s leadership.
So I offered my gratitude on their behalf, and he grumbled in character before vanishing.
⦗It is in return for the iron called Demon that you gifted. That iron called Awakening is also of some interest to me, so I would appreciate it if you kept it in mind.⦘
The iron called Awakening.
Muratan regarded the Awakened with great interest.
He might believe that [Awakening] could be separated.
In any case, remembering his wish, I picked up the [Eye].
———Eye———
An eye more powerful than any I had seen in [Sword Cultivation].
To be honest, it did not look appetizing.
Yet, just as my Swords had done, I consumed it without hesitation.
Slip——.
The Eye melts the moment it enters my mouth.
Then a message appears.
Whoosh!
[■■’s Eye.]
An Eye was an Eye.
But what did “someone’s Eye” mean?
My head tilted naturally in confusion.
Unfortunately, I had no time to ponder such questions at this moment.
Whoosh!
[You have acquired the Eye.]
The message with ■■ vanished.
A complete Eye was absorbed into me.
The precise changes did not manifest in the form of a status window.
‘It’s different.’
My vision had changed.
The scope of what my eyes could perceive had transformed.
The place where I stand is a perfect fortress built to protect me.
A space where I cannot even leave as I wish.
Yet between them, a line revealed itself.
That was when Reinhardt Euclid spoke.
⦗It is the starting point for cutting through all things.⦘
The Swords begin with point, line, and plane.
A point represents purpose through piercing.
Then comes the line.
As the beginning of the act of cutting, it signifies the stage where points connect to trace a trajectory.
For reference, I have already absorbed the experiences of the Swords and know how to do all of this.
But—.
“I see the line. In all things of this world….”
This is the meaning of the [Eye].
It grants me the ability to perceive the line of whatever I wish to cut, allowing me to sever anything.
Whoosh!
[Eye—Synchronization 1%]
This is merely 1%.
An intense exhilaration unlike what I felt upon transcendence courses through me.
I summoned my will.
[Fortress of Invulnerability]
The steel walls encircling all sides opened a passage at my command.
I want to gaze upon this world with these eyes.
I climb the fortress wall and walk along the ramparts.
North Korean soil, still consumed by darkness yet illuminated by bombardment, became vividly clear before me.
One thing—it had clearly changed from before.
How was North Korea’s darkness composed?
What was its source?
I could see the rough flow now.
What if this reached 100%?
I would no longer lose my mind upon witnessing an existence like the Eye.
Beyond that, I would be able to wield my blade against it.
Therefore—.
“I should start wrapping things up.”
I looked around my surroundings.
An absurdly massive fortress built in the heart of Pyongyang.
Below, I could sense the presence of countless living people.
Even the survivors I had passed by were being carefully accounted for.
That was so like Muratan.
And—.
“Hey!! Junior!”
Patriot’s aircraft carrier, which had advanced all the way to Pyongyang, approached my fortress.
Patriot stood at the bow, waving his hands enthusiastically.
But why was it—
‘Why does the carrier feel like it’s swaying?’
* * *
After mooring the aircraft carrier to the fortress.
Or rather, was “mooring” even the right word for this?
‘I have no idea.’
In any case, Patriot tilted his head and asked Shin Si-woo.
The aircraft carrier wasn’t the important thing right now.
“Junior, so what exactly are you trying to do?”
Shin Si-woo—that guy had lost it.
He hadn’t just gone a little mad.
“We should visit Mount Baekdu before we leave.”
Shin Si-woo, who had buried Pyongyang under lava and constructed his own fortress in its place.
He brazenly revealed the ambitions of a Korean Empire imperialist with an absurd proposal.
“Mount Baekdu?”
North Korea still lay submerged in pitch-black darkness.
They hadn’t even fully reclaimed Pyongyang yet—.
“Are you sure you’re okay, junior?”
Patriot knew that Shin Si-woo had wielded multiple Swords.
Could he still use those ridiculously powerful blades recklessly?
“I have sufficient strength.”
Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t seen the gleaming blade yet.
Perhaps that time limit doesn’t actually exist, and he only draws it out when necessary.
‘He’s holding back his power out of fear he might destroy the world like Jesus.’
That terrifying blade might be capable of something similar as well….
‘No, it definitely is.’
Patriot was certain.
He’s the madman who built a fortress across all of Pyongyang.
Above all, didn’t Shin Si-woo kill that mysterious existence—the Eye—itself?
‘The world’s voice.’
That which everyone heard and questioned.
Patriot believed it was a monster similar to that gruesome World Tree he had witnessed.
Or perhaps something even worse.
‘A calamity that hasn’t yet reached this world.’
Shin Si-woo sought it out and killed it.
Absolutely terrifying.
To hunt down and destroy something without even coming to Earth—what kind of disposition is that?
So that’s why he’d do this?
“Junior, you’re really going all the way to China?”
“I’m planning to go only as far as Mount Baekdu.”
Shin Si-woo answered as if it were the most natural thing.
Patriot pressed further.
“So, so you’re really pushing all the way into China after all? Even I know that half of Mount Baekdu originally belonged to China.”
“Once I reach Mount Baekdu, I’ll know.”
At his unwavering resolve, Patriot nodded.
“Well, I’m fine with it!”
Shin Si-woo pondered calmly yet seriously.
The viscous substance like the secretion of a pollution monster covering North Korea’s land.
The black fog obscuring the atmosphere.
Shin Si-woo had confirmed that something serving as a core existed near Mount Baekdu.
Having seen it, I know.
Therefore, I speak.
“I’m not sure about all of China, but I intend to cleanse the area around Mount Baekdu.”
To be certain, destroying all of China is impossible.
Still—.
‘At least I’ll try to see the extent.’
Shin Si-woo had gained one certainty.
A certainty he could only possess from obtaining and seeing through the Eye.
Shuuuuuu————.
A distinct form visible through the darkness.
That which was embedded like an iron core atop Mount Baekdu.
It bore the shape of a blade.
No, the Swords were certain.
‘Who are you?’

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