The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63. The Reversal (3)
——Who are you?!
The moment Shin Si-woo made contact with the colossal sword.
In that brief instant.
Boom————!!!
The Sword World trembled.
A catastrophic shockwave twisted the entire Sword World.
Every sword gazed skyward in shock.
“The Sword Master is… choosing another sword over the girl?”
Beginning with Iris Ruzbella’s murmur, the eyes of every sword gleamed with sudden hostility.
“Hmph! This old blade still has use, yet why does the Sword Master—?”
“Where has your vow of chastity gone, that you would gaze upon another sword?”
“Sword Master, I swear I shall shatter this hunk of metal before you!”
That was it.
The Sword World did not tremble because of Shin Si-woo’s contact with the colossal greatsword.
It trembled from the swords’ fury.
Within that rage, a cold message materialized.
Crack!
[Fragment of a destroyed world detected.]
[The Sword Master—Shin Si-woo has made contact with a sword from a world line that has vanished.]
A destroyed world.
And a world line that had ceased to exist.
That was perhaps….
‘Our selves from the failed worlds the Sword Master kept repeating.’
The swords understood instinctively.
They already knew that vanished worlds existed.
Yet all they remembered were the memories of the final cycle—when they had witnessed the ending and completed the world alongside the Sword Master.
But now….
“Repetition, repetition. So those failed versions have manifested in reality.”
Iris Ruzbella.
She grasped the essence of it.
Certainly, when she had crossed dimensions to kill the Eye.
She had said this.
“How strange—the more I see you, the weaker you become.”
She had thought it merely a careless remark at the time….
But does the unconscious not reflect truth?
She must have faced the Eye countless times without number.
“In my judgment, that greatsword may well be a remnant from a vanished world line.”
Another dimension where the Eye had existed.
Having ventured there once before, Iris Ruzbella could be certain.
Those who heard this could all understand, for they were beings similar to her.
“I didn’t see the end of the first round, so I’m not entirely certain… but Demon, your words certainly make sense.”
Reinhardt Euclid, the First Sword, nodded.
“W-wait, are you saying that me from another world appeared in this world? Then… who among them is the real me?”
Yulia Lanestia, the Second Sword, was startled, her eyes widening in shock.
She looked somewhat vacant.
“Smart little one.”
“Don’t call me little one, you ugly, lumpy dwarf.”
With Muratan, the Fourth Sword, nodding, all the Swords agreed with Iris Ruzbella’s words.
The evidence was clear.
“That perfect balance and aesthetic sense—it’s unmistakably the discerning eye of the Sword Master.”
Muratan proved the composition of the Sword.
“That Sword was originally a Holy Sword like me!”
Yulia Lanestia confirmed the Sword’s identity—a Holy Sword.
If that were the case…
“Broken Saint, that must be you from another world.”
That Holy Sword was likely Yulia Lanestia from a collapsed timeline.
Now that her identity was confirmed, it was time to discuss countermeasures.
Iris Ruzbella stepped forward.
Mounted upon the Demon with her head held high, she gazed down at the other Swords—.
“I propose something.”
The small Iris Ruzbella spoke.
“What if we absorbed that one?”
It was merely the remnant of a world that had already failed.
Yet even so, it held potential.
The potential to become a new Sword.
This Sword World was already full.
“Even without a complete soul like ours…”
“Given the Sword Master’s nature, he wouldn’t simply leave a Sword alone.”
The world ultimately converges into one.
Just as each Sword here exists as one.
So then, let’s make that unstable Sword ours!
Iris Ruzbella’s words were like a demon’s temptation.
And that temptation worked.
“Indeed, well spoken.”
“Only I can strike the Sword Master!”
Both Reinhardt Euclid and Muratan nodded repeatedly.
The greatsword that touched Shin Si-woo’s hand.
Certainly, greed flickered in the Sword Master’s eyes.
It was undeniable that he coveted a new Sword.
“Is it possible?”
But there remained one problem.
Wasn’t Yulia Lanestia the only one with manifestation time left in this place?
She had to conserve her strength for the crisis of the Sword Master.
Which meant….
“Little demon, are you planning to use those additional 10 seconds to absorb that?”
10 seconds earned through a million lives.
Wasn’t I saving them for contingencies?
Originally, yes….
“Follow the will of the Swords. Never, absolutely never! The Sword Master must not wield a new sword!”
Yet there remained a problem.
Could the Swords exercise their power arbitrarily?
It was possible if Shin Si-woo were in danger.
But this was not such a situation.
“The Swords will never allow a new sword to come into being.”
Iris Ruzbella presented a countermeasure.
“Would it not be possible if we all combined our strength?”
A new sword was unacceptable.
With only that singular resolve, four swords unified their will.
It was a miracle never before seen within [Sword Raising].
Clang————!
Four souls, wielding four swords, gathered as one.
They crossed their blades with one another, aiming toward the reality their Sword Master displayed.
“An unskilled sword would only hinder the Sword Master’s training.”
The Righteous Sword.
“By my oath of chastity, I swear—a new sword shall never be tolerated.”
The Holy Sword.
“It is I alone who should temper the Sword Master.”
The Craftsman’s Sword.
“Haha! I swear by the Swords’ name—the power absorbed from that blade shall be divided among us all!”
And the darkest of them all, the Demon Sword.
Whoooosh————.
A clear azure light.
A sacred golden radiance.
A dull, stolid gray luminescence.
An eerie, sinister crimson glow.
Four colors harmonized, invading reality itself.
* * *
‘A sword perfectly suited to my taste.’
A great blade, like a solitary iron heart, embedded in Mount Baekdu.
I’ll save you!
I placed my hand on the Swords with all my might.
Then—.
Crack!
[An impossible event has occurred.]
[Confirmed: Beyond transcendence.]
[Fragment of the Absolute.]
In the instant my hand made contact.
Something unbelievable unfolded.
A brilliant iridescent light shimmered across the Aga Sword, and suddenly—a message appeared before my eyes.
‘The Swords combining their power?’
My Swords had each witnessed the world’s end in different ways.
Moreover, they possessed mutually opposing forces.
Two were righteous and holy blades.
Two were cursed and demonic blades.
And yet….
Boom————!!!
All that power achieved harmony.
As if they shared a single heart and mind.
Swords that had witnessed the world’s end joining their strength together.
The system defined this act thus.
[Fragment of the Absolute.]
The unique EX rank among F to SSS grades—a hunter’s classification.
Here, SSS rank and EX were called transcendents.
The term “Absolute” was unfamiliar to me.
‘Does this mean there exists something beyond transcendence?’
I couldn’t be certain if anything truly lay beyond that….
But one thing was unmistakably clear: this power was ‘absolute.’
Whoooosh———.
An immense force flowed through the Aga Sword.
Its power defied all description—utterly overwhelming.
A forced plunge into an unfathomable hypersensitivity.
‘My perception….’
I gazed before me.
The world froze as if time itself had stopped.
The aura flowing from the Swords became naturally perceptible.
All that aura surged toward the ‘fragment of negation—a nameless greatsword’ before me.
“The darkness shall be purged.”
The righteous blade’s power that Reinhardt Euclid wielded washed away all [negation].
And what emerged was the greatsword’s true form as it should have been—a sacred holy blade.
But then….
“I withdraw the sanctity.”
Yulia Lanestia’s sacred power absorbed every trace of sanctity sleeping within the great sword.
The golden radiance of the blade vanished.
“I reclaim the iron.”
Muratan’s ability melted away the very foundation that composed the sword.
And finally—.
“I consume it well.”
Iris Ruzbella’s authority swallowed whole the remnants of corruption and traces of the blade that remained.
Literal annihilation.
The colossal sword embedded in Baekdu Lake simply ceased to exist.
‘I’ve eliminated the very cause that plunged North Korea into ruin….’
I should have felt nothing but joy.
‘Hmm.’
Yet a peculiar, complex emotion stirred within me.
I felt warmth watching the Swords I’d raised cooperate with one another.
‘My new Sword….’
At the same time, a sense of loss consumed me—I’d lost it before I could even properly witness its potential.
But that loss was soon resolved in another way.
Whoosh!
[You have recovered a fragment of corruption.]
[The blurred memories of the Swords become clearer.]
[The manifestation duration of currently opened Swords increases by +5.]
The time my Swords could manifest had increased.
All of them equally by five seconds.
‘So I lost the additional ten seconds, but in exchange, everyone gained five seconds each?’
The manifestation duration of the Swords expanded dramatically.
Which meant….
—4th Sword, Muratan. [15/100]
‘One of Muratan’s authorities transfers to Aga Sword.’
The power of a being who is both Sword and master blacksmith.
Whatever it was, it would surely transcend imagination.
Thus, a new authority emerged.
Whoosh!
[Your bond with Muratan deepens.]
[With Aga Sword, you can now separate targets.]
‘Separation.’
The same power I’d used when dividing the British Doctor from his authority.
The bestowal of such tremendous power could mean only one thing.
‘The world ahead will be proportionally more dangerous.’
It was as expected.
Crack!
[World Quest: ‘Those Who Denied and Fell’ has been granted.]
A World Quest that appeared upon absorbing the second fragment of negation.
Even its name was ominous.
The background was likely—.
‘China.’
The primary source of evil that had grotesquely twisted North Korea.
‘Those Who Denied and Fell’ undoubtedly alluded to my forthcoming enemy—China.
China, concealed behind a massive veil.
But hadn’t the veil vanished along with the Great Sword’s destruction?
‘A terrifying realm beyond humanity….’
I lifted my head calmly and gazed ahead.
China, saturated with blood, death, and despair.
Yet….
‘Is that really China?’
I witnessed a truly shocking sight.
“What on earth is that?”
A vast, unobstructed vista.
Beyond it lay—.
Zing————.
Beneath a brilliant sun, a sprawling blue grassland unfurled.
The Chinese Military densely blanketed that prairie.
My entire concept of what an ‘army’ meant had been fundamentally overturned.
‘Good heavens.’
Hundreds of thousands of Chinese soldiers encircled the North Korean border region where I stood.
Fighter jets, tanks, guided awakeners as infantry….
‘Are those Transcendents?’
I even spotted special units radiating formidable power.
Each one a Transcendent, yet numbering well over a hundred.
They were called—.
“Chinamen.”
That’s what Patriot said.
When I looked up, an aircraft carrier was already hovering above my head.
Patriot stood on the flight deck, his face bearing the expression of a fierce and malevolent god as he gazed upon the Chinese Military.
“Are they living lavishly by sacrificing North Korean people?”
North Korea is an enemy nation.
But—.
“They’ve slaughtered every potential South Korean citizen and are living it up like that?”
Patriot extended his hand.
An aircraft carrier flashing with red light advanced into the heart of the Chinese Military.
【Self-destruct sequence activated.】
* * *
Whoooosh————.
A single aircraft carrier advanced toward China in solitary determination.
The unmanned drones and bombers that normally escorted the carrier were nowhere to be found—only the solitary, crimson-blinking carrier remained visible.
The power contained within that carrier was overwhelming.
If that detonates….
‘The entire Chinese Military dies.’
I could be certain of it.
The problem was that the Chinese Military before my eyes appeared far too ordinary.
⦗There is no trace of the Evil God whatsoever, nor any power resembling that of demons.⦘
That was true.
They were ordinary Chinese people.
Like our South Korean Military, their forces were mixed with Guide Awakeners, and transcendents formed battalions of considerable scale.
Still, I could not release my vigilance.
‘They are a threat.’
In South Korea, there exist only two transcendents.
Even the United States, which had accepted countless Hunter immigrants since the early days of the Gate incident, barely exceeded one hundred.
China’s military was in a different league.
Transcendents like myself and Patriot numbered in the hundreds.
‘Is it even possible to deploy transcendents in battalion units?’
Was this meant to prove it?
Suddenly, one of China’s transcendents extended his hand toward the sky.
Characters were inscribed in the empty air along the trajectory of his fingertips.
Stop.
Then the aircraft carrier, which had been flashing as if about to explode, froze in midair.
It appeared that time itself had been halted within the space carved out around it.
Patriot ground his teeth with a low growl.
“Filthy power obtained by sacrificing potential South Korean citizens.”
Even when eliminating the [Fragment of Negation] that had become an axis of darkness, Patriot had said, ‘I suppose the junior must handle it directly?’
But this time was different.
“Junior, I’ll handle that one myself. Do not approach anywhere near me under any circumstances.”
Patriot’s eyes deepened with an intense gaze.
The pattern of the Taegeuk appeared above his pupils.
Patriot had been standing on the flight deck of the carrier task force’s flagship.
He suddenly leaped from the carrier.
Whoooosh————.
Patriot soared forth, unfurling his Taegeuk flag cape like a wingsuit.
His destination was the very heart of hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops.
An act no different from suicide.
Yet the Patriot advanced regardless.
Without a moment’s hesitation.
Moreover, without the aid of the Constellations or anyone else—not even me.
Thus, the Patriot stood alone in the very heart of the Chinese Military.
‘Is that strong-weak-weak-strong?’
Suddenly, a conversation with Seol-ah noona comes to mind.
Seeing the Patriot like this, I feel ashamed of myself for doubting him, even if only slightly.
‘The Patriot is truly a man of conviction.’
Audacious.
Arrogant and haughty.
Isn’t this a distance that would be difficult to respond to even in a surprise attack, for someone like me who hasn’t transcended?
He stood in the midst of the Chinese Military and spoke.
“Hey, you Chinese bastards. Send out your representative!”
A single figure emerged from the Chinese side.
A woman of unknown name bearing a crimson star on her chest, radiating immense power.
She spoke in an odd manner—as if there were errors in the [Mystical Translation] due to crude technical limitations.
“We are the China Border Defense Force. We merely eliminated the contaminated monster and protected our national territory. Why do you launch a surprise attack upon us without declaration of war?”
An awkward manner of speech.
A transcendent never publicly revealed by China.
She spoke with confidence.
“I’ve heard that you, the patriotic one, are a madman who publicly executed tens of thousands of your own citizens. You’ve truly lost your mind.”
The Patriot laughed with a bitter edge.
He offered no response.
Instead….
Boom—!
The Patriot did something.
With merely a flick of his finger, the Chinese Officer’s head exploded.
‘Phew—.’
I witnessed his true nature.
The Patriot’s fingertips trembled slightly.
Yet a bright smile, drenched in ecstasy, was etched across his lips.
The reason was strikingly intuitive.
“North Korea, you did this, didn’t you?”
The Chinese Officer’s head had exploded.
Yet above her neck, a new head sprouted forth.
“We correct things. It is unjust.”
The regenerated head spoke thus.
‘China is indeed the root cause.’
An utterly ordinary Chinese landscape.
A Chinese military force composed entirely of ordinary civilians.
At first, I questioned whether I truly needed to fight them, but in this very moment, watching them in real time, I became certain: they were a new form of evil itself.
I couldn’t think any other way.
Boom——!
Patriot drove his fist down through empty air.
With a sickening crunch, the Chinese awakened one vanished without a trace.
And yet—.
“I’d advise you to stop the self-destruct and back off. It’s better for your health.”
It regenerated.
Again and again, dozens upon hundreds of times.
This thing was nothing but a humanoid contamination monster.
“A ship that can never explode anyway.”
It could speak, could think….
“Stop? You think you can halt the self-destruct aircraft carrier of the great Admiral Yi Sun-sin just by flapping your mouth?”
A colossal wave rippled around Patriot.
It was a single current that moved the world itself.
“Let’s see if it regenerates after taking this hit!”
Flutter——!!
The phantom of the Taegeuk flag materialized above Patriot’s head.
An unknown power he had been concealing was now unleashed.
And thus—.
【Self-destruct initiated.】
Time resumed flowing for the frozen aircraft carrier.
【5】
【4】
Breaking through the frozen moment.
As if forcibly advancing toward Patriot.
【3】
【2】
The aircraft carrier plummeted toward the earth.
In that instant, I locked eyes with Patriot.
He spoke through the shape of his lips.
【1】
Smiling brilliantly.
Yet his hands trembled violently.
—Hey, junior!
—Never, ever trust China!
With those words, the aircraft carrier fell.
Crash————!

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