The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 66

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Chapter 66. Confession (1)
A single bolt of lightning emanating from the Holy Sword, Yulia Lanestia.
It surged toward the vast heavens, engulfing the world.
The world flickered in pale yellow.
Rumble————.
Holy Incantation Technique—Thunderbolt.
A tempest of divine power, honed and refined through countless iterations, roils across the distant sky.
Simultaneously, a torrent of black sword energy crashes toward me.
Guan Yu’s single blade tears through dimensions and space, leaping toward the summit of Mount Baekdu where we stand.
Yet the thunderbolt of holiness is far from merciful.
Flash————!!!
Golden lightning pours from the heavens, consuming my vision.
Relentless, unceasing—an endless cascade of bolts.
Radiance floods the world.
The power of the demon, leaping across dimensions, shall never reach me.
‘Lightning that punishes all that approaches.’
Yulia’s divine power is optimized for this—a force of protection.
Yet protection alone cannot witness the end of the world.
My blades are unified offense and defense.
A perfected sword.
‘I see.’
Vision drowning in gold.
But my Eye, having reached true transcendence, perceives all with crystalline clarity.
Beyond the lightning—hundreds of thousands of Chinese Military forces, and far beyond them, at an immense distance, a crimson giant preparing to swing a second blade.
An entity that descended upon this world like the Patriot’s Constellation.
Yet corrupted and inverted.
His true identity—.
‘A fallen demigod, Guan Yu.’
I perceived my enemy with absolute clarity.
The Holy Incantation Technique—Thunderbolt exists not merely to protect, but to pierce through.
What pours before my eyes now is merely a fraction of its true power.
Now comes the moment to reveal the genuine article.
I have seen and understood.
Now I shall act.
Crackle—— Crack—.
A sky glimmering with golden light.
Within it, a dragon coils and writhes without pause.
Divine power surges in response to my will to pierce through my enemy.
I shall chant the sacred mantra of the Holy Emperor, as Yulia did.
For that is the sole method to manifest the Holy Incantation Technique—the miracle of divinity.
‘I have sufficient qualification.’
I am Yulia Lanestia’s master.
Moreover, I am a Sword Master who possesses the legitimate and orthodox qualifications of a Holy Sovereign.
Therefore—.
“By the oath of the most exalted pure one, I command.”
The mightiest holy sword means a blade that executes the will of the most exalted being.
And the power of sanctity refers to a miracle that implements divine will through a sword as the medium.
“My enemy—.”
The world resonates with my voice.
The sacred power that began from Yulia Lanestia, the Second Sword, now moves entirely according to my will.
My entire body becomes dyed in golden light.
The [Holy Sovereign’s Vestment] dwelling within my uniform responds to the sacred power.
Merely by standing naturally, the area around me begins to purify, and the heavens split in response to the sacred will.
Swooooosh——.
I feel omnipotence.
The most exalted sacred power follows entirely according to my will.
The world calls such power a “miracle.”
I performed that miracle.
“Pierce through.”
Those words alone were sufficient.
[Holy Ritual Formula—Divine Thunder] revealed its true form.
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A phenomenon occurred according to divine will.
Even with my transcendent perception, it was a realm I could not read—literally the domain of ‘manifestation.’
Far in the distance, a streak of golden lightning flashed.
My eyes witnessed it.
Boom———.
The colossal halberd collapsed to the ground.
Along with tremors that engulfed the earth, the red giant’s body began to crumble following the halberd.
No head was visible on the falling body.
A body pierced through the neck by sacred lightning falling, and a red head descending a step slower.
Long whiskers fluttered through the air.
‘I killed him.’
I never leave a dangerous enemy alive.
A manifestation in seconds, yet accumulated and accumulated until reaching 26 seconds—Yulia Lanestia’s time.
The authority to manifest ‘phenomena’ transcending time and space.
Yulia’s strike, consuming approximately 20 seconds, was this intense.
Swooooosh———.
Black smoke flows from the fallen body of Guan Yu.
It signified unmistakable death.
That became the catalyst—.
Boom!!!
An anomaly occurred.
A colossal tremor shook the world.
At that same moment, a towering wall erupted along the border dividing North Korea and China before my eyes.
A wall that the world itself named through its very existence.
Whoosh!
[Great Wall of China]
The Great Wall of China, manifested through the System’s power, blocked our path.
‘That is….’
Not merely a wall.
Not a simple structure either.
Like the Fortress of Invulnerability that Muratan had created, this wall was imposing a singular law.
Its own [law] that severed sky and earth and sea, isolating the world.
———Inviolability.
As the wall finished rising.
The world whispered.
【The collapsed region—North Korea has been restored.】
【The world commends your accomplishment.】
Just as Jesus had done in the past, I too had restored a collapsed territory.
Yet this felt like a ‘warning’ to me.
It would not permit me to gaze beyond this—into China.
The System, at least, acts for humanity’s sake.
This is the System’s collective will.
From what I felt and actually confirmed, that was true.
Only twisted human desire would abuse this; Awakening and Gates exist to protect us.
Which meant.
‘I do not yet have the right to covet China.’
I had no choice but to accept it.
‘Guan Yu…. A being worshipped on Earth is merely a servant of the Evil God.’
What could I do to China even if I drew out every sword added in five-second intervals?
If hundreds of millions of people truly lived within that wall, could I coldly cast them aside?
I didn’t know.
Yet this much I could be certain of.
I had to grow stronger.
—Ep. 22 Confession.
‘So the Patriot isn’t without thought either.’
When I first saw the Great Wall of China, I worried that the Patriot would insist on severe punishment no matter what.
But after seeing the System Message, the Patriot simply ground his teeth and fell silent.
Having spent far longer as a transcendent than I had, he seemed to understand that the System had concluded the situation.
Seeing such a Patriot naturally set my mind racing.
‘The Patriot….’
South Korea’s first Transcendent.
A madman who drew the world’s attention through ruthlessly extreme policies.
Yet I found myself thinking the Patriot was incredibly dependable.
This was my impression from witnessing his power firsthand.
‘A Transcendent capable of projecting overwhelming firepower around the clock. Moreover, one who could work in three-shift rotations with the Constellations without rest….’
Even to me, a new Transcendent, he never tried to share any of the burden.
He still carried alone the weighty responsibilities he had always shouldered.
Perhaps it was simply the Patriot’s nature.
‘He’s fearful.’
The Patriot, contrary to appearances, possessed an extraordinary degree of caution.
In other words, he was something of a coward.
That’s why he displayed increasingly extreme and exaggerated behavior to hide his fear.
I could confirm this with certainty, having witnessed him in his Transcendent state several times.
His hands and feet trembling, his heart pounding so violently it seemed ready to burst, yet he pretended to be strong.
There was plenty of evidence.
Yet the Patriot was never the type of “weak-strong-strong-weak” personality that Kang Mu-jin or Seol-ah claimed.
The Patriot I saw was….
‘Truly, a real man.’
Separate from his fearfulness, he was genuinely masculine.
My eyes had witnessed the Patriot’s ‘Martyrs’ count.
Deaths exceeding thirty million times.
Though I didn’t know the exact conditions, it was clear these were instances where he sacrificed himself to warn of the dangers posed by China or Japan.
The Patriot had awakened while performing that mad feat during his trials.
‘To summarize….’
The Patriot was ‘a slightly mad Transcendent who genuinely cherished and loved his nation.’
There was one regrettable aspect: his shallow knowledge.
‘How could he not know Guan Yu?’
He didn’t know the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
This was a genuinely serious problem.
I wasn’t raising this issue simply because I enjoyed the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
Perhaps….
‘The Patriot might be completely devoid of historical knowledge.’
It was likely he only knew the names of a few extremely famous historical figures.
A man more patriotic than anyone else doesn’t properly know South Korea’s history and traditions?
‘It’s possible, though.’
Honestly, I don’t consider it wrong when others lack knowledge about something.
People live well enough without knowing history.
In a world where Gates proliferate and things like Evil Gods and Demon Kings threaten Earth, one doesn’t need to know such things.
And yet—.
‘Patriot must learn.’
His knowledge would directly translate into strengthening my [Awakened Ability].
Weren’t we two transcendents who held the fate of South Korea in our hands?
Weren’t we in a position to have witnessed China—that mysterious calamity?
‘He must grow strong like me.’
I gazed at Patriot with firm resolve.
He was….
“Senior, it looks like the settlement is starting now.”
He was looking at me with an innocently naive expression.
I forgot to mention it earlier, but Patriot is an extremely honest person.
Just by looking at his face, I could clearly see he was thinking, ‘I’ll get stronger and absolutely destroy China!’
‘Once the settlement ends, I’ll teach Patriot history right away.’
Of course, I couldn’t teach Patriot myself.
I don’t know history well either.
Twelve years of life devoted solely to [Sword Raising].
I’m well-versed in swords, but history is not my forte.
‘I’ll invite domestic experts. Renowned professors and star lecturers so he can learn in an engaging way….’
While I was thinking such thoughts.
Patriot cried out with delight.
“Oh, the settlement message is appearing!”
We didn’t have the luxury of checking WorldNet.
Patriot was no exception.
But we could vaguely sense how many people had witnessed this battle directly or indirectly.
Jesus must have been working hard on something.
Whoosh!
[The world’s collapse has been restored.]
[The world sends its praise for the overwhelming achievement and grants the highest reward.]
[Sword Master, Shin Si-woo — Contribution Rate 78%.]
Just as Gates come with rewards, just as it was when I destroyed the Red Sea.
Solving a world calamity grants a reward.
When multiple people participate, the contribution is divided accordingly.
And yet it’s the ‘highest reward.’
“Senior, I’m at 16%, what about you?”
“I’m at 78%.”
“Damn, our junior is seriously strong.”
Right after finishing his words.
Patriot tilted his head with a peculiar glint in his eyes.
“78 plus 16….”
After counting on his fingers for a few seconds, Patriot asked me.
“94?”
“That’s correct.”
The Patriot beamed briefly before tilting his head, his gaze fixing on something distant.
‘South.’
More precisely, his eyes were drawn toward the Fortress of Invulnerability—Pyongyang—visible even from atop Bukhan Mountain.
The Japanese Transcendents would surely be there.
“Did those Japanese bastards pocket the remaining 6 percent?”
The Japanese Transcendents had worked their hearts out, risking their very lives.
Since Seol-ah confirmed it, there’s no way it could be false.
Besides, the system’s settlement isn’t that lenient to begin with.
Rewards go to those who deserve them.
“I’d estimate the actual contribution of Japanese Transcendents at around 2 to 3 percent. The rest would be divided among the South Korean Military’s guided Awakeners.”
“True, our military did enter Pyongyang.”
The Patriot reluctantly nodded.
Though he still looked displeased.
[Calculating appropriate compensation….]
Given our high contribution, the system’s settlement would take time.
While waiting, the Patriot seemed eager to chat with me.
Clearly, having no one to engage with as an equal, my presence was extraordinarily welcome to him.
The way he spoke to me boldly and generously, despite being somewhat wary, made that evident.
“Junior, what do you do if your contribution is low?”
“Usually, people receive coins individually and use them to buy items or tickets to enter the Tower.”
“Ah, the first ticket!”
One reason humanity believes the system exists for their benefit.
And the evidence that its direction focuses on human ‘cooperation’ lies in the [Tower Entrance Ticket].
A newly awakened Transcendent cannot enter the Tower without accumulating 10,000 coins.
However, clearing the Tower typically rewards [Tower Entrance Tickets]—three of them.
The structure is designed so that the vanguard distributes surplus Tower tickets to the rearguard.
‘Some sell them for profit, but usually they share with their juniors.’
Didn’t I receive a ticket from a senior Transcendent myself?
‘Though he was a Demon Worshipper….’
Suddenly, Park Chang-seok, the Hunter with Awakener supremacist ideology, came to mind.
He had given me a Tower Entrance Ticket, apologizing for suspecting me as a ‘fake.’
‘I never imagined he’d fall into corruption the very next day and commit such atrocities.’
Fate is truly cruel.
I found myself curious about the Patriot’s beginning.
“How did you obtain your first Tower entrance, Patriot?”
“Ah, my mentor gave it to me.”
The Sword Emperor, Kim Hong-sik.
That master, who vanished in the Tower, left a guiding light for South Korea’s Transcendents.
The more I look at it, the more I realize there’s nowhere in this country untouched by his influence.
“What about the Sword Emperor?”
“That old man was one of the earliest awakeners, so he apparently scraped together coins by doing odd jobs.”
Patriot muttered while gazing into the distance.
‘Ah, that old geezer was always nagging, but he was like a real grandfather to me, and I liked him….’
Just as the lingering tension of the battlefield was beginning to fade.
“Ling Ling finds it strange. The Party distributes [Tower Admission Tickets] to all awakeners. Why can’t Korea do the same?”
Ling Ling, China’s transcendent being held in check by Cheok Jun-kyung, asked.
“You capitalist conservatives. Do you pay money for things that are supposed to be given for free?”
It was a foolish way of speaking.
But the implication beneath those words stirred our vigilance.
“How many awakeners does China have, and you’re handing them out to all of them? Is this some kind of deception tactic?”
Patriot glared with fierce eyes.
“We treat Ling Ling as a prisoner of war. The Party has approximately 200 million awakeners living within it. We provide all of them with free access to the Tower.”
“Really completely free?”
“In exchange, there is a condition to work for the Party. We provide three meals a day. We guarantee housing and living expenses for their families in Beijing. The Party is overcoming this catastrophe righteously.”
Patriot muttered, ‘Those Chinese bastards really use despicably vicious methods,’ and struck Ling Ling on the head.
Ling Ling collapsed with a soft thud.
‘Did he notice something?’
Patriot furrowed his brow deeply and looked ahead.
From Mount Baekdu where we stood, all we could see was the [Great Wall of China] blocking our entire view.
“Junior, I’ve got the patterns of those Chinese bastards down to a science.”
Patriot muttered while gazing at the Great Wall of China.
“This pattern is new to me, but I’m getting a sense of it.”
It seemed he’d picked up on some hint from Ling Ling’s words.
‘If the claim about 200 million awakeners is true, then we’re in real trouble.’
Patriot, who had paid the price in the Korea-Japan war and the Korea-China war, would surely find a way through this predicament.
I too perked up my ears and focused on Patriot’s words.
Patriot said he wanted to confirm one thing first, and asked me.
But then….
“Did that fake Yi Sun-sin summon the Great Wall of China? I’ve experienced everything else, but attempting to duplicate my Constellation is a truly rare pattern.”
For Patriot, China’s 200 million awakeners were apparently no problem at all.
He genuinely believed that Guan Yu’s appearance was a duplication of his Constellation—Yi Sun-sin.
And apparently, that was the biggest problem.
Ah.
This won’t do.
Before the settlement was complete, I spoke what needed to be said.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“It’s Guan Yu.”
“Guan Yu?”
Patriot tilted his head in confusion.
I furrowed my brow and continued.
“That Romance of the Three Kingdoms—you know, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei? The Oath in the Peach Garden?”
This time, Patriot’s expression darkened.
He said,
“Why mention that seditious text?”

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