The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70. The Truth (2)
“The language of the realm begins in the middle kingdom… correct?”
King Sejong—Yi Do was astounded.
How could he possibly know of something not yet revealed to the world?
“You… who exactly are you?”
Yi Do, versed in Neo-Confucianism and the I Ching.
He scrutinized the man before him called the ‘Patriot’ with meticulous care.
His garments were bizarre, covered entirely in peculiar symbols.
‘The yin-yang pattern and the four trigrams wrapping his entire body….’
The yin-yang—as opposing forces intertwine and revolve, so too does the principle of the universe dwell within.
The four trigrams—heaven and earth, water and fire, the four principles that embrace the universe.
‘Truly, a being embodying the fundamental truths of heaven, earth, and nature.’
The pure white background surely signified the Way itself in its purest form.
‘An immortal!’
What reason could such a being have for seeking me out?
And why would this being….
“Y-you’re really K-King Sejong! Ahhhhh!!!”
Why was he prostrating before me with eyes wide in reverence?
How could a divine being radiating such mystical power show such profound awe toward me?
“F-finally… the Constellation and guardian deity of South Korea who rules the world through language!!!”
Kuuung——.
The moment the being wrapped in the yin-yang finished speaking.
‘What is this power?’
Yi Do felt a mysterious force settling within him.
Certainly, the divine being spoke a language similar to his own, yet wielded it in a strangely transformed manner.
Yet somehow, that ‘language’ now came through with perfect clarity.
“I ask again. Who are you?”
“Ahhh! King Sejong really appeared!!!”
The man shouted carelessly while offering his reverence.
Yet undeniably, a being who carried the principles of the world within his body through the yin-yang and the four trigrams.
He spoke thus—.
“You… are a descendant of South Korea, of Joseon? And you’ve even ascended to the rank of Transcendent.”
“Exactly! Right now South Korea is about to be annihilated, and we desperately need your power, King Sejong!”
“My power?”
“You must become my Constellation, great King Sejong!”
Yi Do listened to the Patriot’s explanation.
Himself—King Sejong—revered as a ‘god’ in Joseon’s future.
‘The common people use the script I created… and they revere me as a god—.’
Yi Do’s lips slowly curved upward.
Yet he deliberately maintained his royal dignity and asked.
“Then what of that attire?”
“This is the Taegeuk flag! The national flag of South Korea! A symbol!!!”
“A national flag? You mean to say that a nation’s symbol is rendered as a banner?”
“No, how could King Sejong not know what a national flag is?”
Over a mere flag.
Yi Do understood the man before him with perfect clarity.
‘A descendant from a vastly distant future.’
A being possessed of a cultural chasm so profound that I could never truly comprehend it.
‘A national flag, then—.’
Words and language itself, not to mention the very way of living, would surely differ immensely.
Yet Yi Do did not ask.
He merely listened.
“An absolute sage who commands the world with but a single word!!!”
The being who had introduced himself as the Patriot defined what manner of divine power King Sejong possessed.
Word-dominion.
King Sejong was surely a being who expressed omnipotence itself through language!
The Patriot had defined King Sejong.
‘Hmph!’
Yi Do was among the world’s most brilliant minds by any standard.
‘Language’ as foundation, ‘written characters’ as creation—a being who had birthed them.
His keen intellect grasped the nature of the Patriot in an instant.
‘How shallow.’
The history he had explained was riddled with gaps, crude and haphazard.
Moreover, his understanding of Hangul was abysmal, and he had not even grasped the distinction between creating a language versus creating characters.
And yet—.
“You are a genius indeed. I never imagined you would understand the language I created so thoroughly.”
Yi Do offered his praise to the Patriot.
It was because of the strange exhilaration he felt throughout their entire exchange.
A mysterious force encompassing all creation and the cosmos dwelt within me—how could I refuse such a thing?
Within that distant exhilaration, Yi Do posed his question.
“What is your understanding of Hangul?”
The Patriot grinned widely and spoke of the great world’s supreme language, Hangul.
To the Patriot, Hangul was.
“A predatory language.”
Words that devour other words.
“How so?”
The Patriot tilted his head in confusion.
“I’m seeing a pattern now. Does King Sejong’s memory not remain intact? How could the creator of Hangul not know that?”
“Shameful as it is… my mind has been in turmoil since meeting you.”
“Don’t worry! I know Hangul damn well.”
“Damn it?”
“It’s an emphatic form of ‘very.’ Oh, you don’t like my speech? Since Constellations should be equals, I’m adjusting.”
Yi Do—a man who absolutely supported Neo-Confucianism and Confucian ideology.
His eyebrows twisted.
‘Merely a commoner without proper lineage….’
A being meant to be taught and governed.
Clearly, we occupied different stations.
Yet Yi Do was among the rarest possessors of intellect.
‘No, wait. They possess worth to become equals.’
Was not omnipotent power now dwelling within them?
Yi Do chose silence.
The Patriot began his explanation.
“King Sejong, Hangul is the supreme language. The words themselves carry power!”
This was how the Patriot perceived ‘Hangul.’
“‘Real’ is English. But when you write it in Hangul, it becomes real and the meaning comes through.”
[Real Irrefutable.]
—When spoken this way, all people understand it to mean ‘truly irrefutable.’
“Real, and just like that, Hangul consumed the languages of other nations!”
“Other… nations’ languages, you say?”
“That was originally English. American? British? Anyway, those Western bastards’ language.”
“So, you’re saying the languages of the West are written in Hangul?”
“Every language in the world is written in Hangul!”
Yi Do’s eyes widened.
He had never even imagined Hangul could reach such heights.
An age where all the languages of ten thousand nations are inscribed in Hangul!!!!
“Then, what became of Chinese characters?”
“They disappeared.”
“Dis, disappeared?”
In the Patriot’s childhood—in the very distant past—Chinese characters were used together.
Now they are not used.
“I deleted them.”
“De, deleted?”
“No, when the great King Sejong created Hangul, why would we use Chinese characters alongside it? That’s sacrilege.”
After all, even without understanding the meanings of Chinese characters embedded in Hangul, all the meaning comes through perfectly.
Because Hangul is magnificent.
“Hangul is an omnipotent language!”
Hangul.
Every language in the world.
No—every sound can be recorded exactly as it is with this script.
And furthermore—.
[A script whose meaning transcends even distorted forms.]
Characters that convey meaning regardless of how their shapes are warped.
And so—.
“The language of the God of Words—created by King Sejong.”
* * *
Immediately after the Patriot entered the Tower.
The President gathered experts to predict whom the Patriot would face in the trial.
“A prophecy commanding him to choose 2 unconditionally. Since it’s already been executed, there should be no problem with us mentioning it.”
I threatened the Patriot while wielding two Egoswords.
The threat itself amounted to nothing more than commanding him to choose 2.
But….
“The Patriot Task Force’s consensus is that King Sejong has the highest probability. Apparently, the choice itself was presented as Yi Do.”
The Republic of Korea Government was extraordinarily competent.
“What’s the reasoning?”
Two swords can be expressed as ‘Yi Do,’ and according to the prophecy patterns of the Saint of Destiny, Im Ji-ah, it would be interpreted that way….
Truth be told, more than that.
“The Patriot doesn’t know that many historical figures….”
The experts’ consensus was that it was time for King Sejong to appear.
“The fact that you mentioned President Syngman Rhee to Shin Si-woo became very strong evidence.”
At the government’s request, I revealed my conversation with the Patriot.
As a result, the historical figure ‘Syngman Rhee,’ whom I hadn’t originally mentioned, was discovered.
“The Constellations have two choices. Historical figures from the Japanese colonial period are close in era to President Syngman Rhee, so the probability is low. Thus we must look further back, but the Patriot knows few figures from that period.”
“So it’s either Dangun or King Sejong.”
“Exactly.”
It makes sense, but one question nags at me.
“How could you not know this when you even have a Patriot Task Force?”
Looking at the Aircraft Carrier’s radar, it was obvious that nearly everything would be detected.
A quick glance confirmed its truly exceptional performance.
“Ahem.”
The answer to my question came from an unexpected person.
“We Constellations can lie to the Patriot.”
“Shamefully… we can deceive him only under the premise that it benefits him.”
Yi Sun-sin and Yulgok Yi I speak thus.
Cheok Jun-kyung, who fidgets with a light saber without saying anything, seems to be joining in as well.
I’m not without understanding.
‘It’s enough to drive one mad.’
What were the Constellations’ lives like?
Yi Sun-sin, who once struggled through war aboard a Panokseon, now flies about in an Aircraft Carrier.
I can’t even fathom what the Patriot’s transcendent secret weapon—the Turtle Ship—must be like.
Yulgok Yi I, who once merely advocated for raising an army of a hundred thousand, has now become the commander of a hundred thousand special forces.
Cheok Jun-kyung, who went from war hero to rebel to exile, now wields a lightsaber and cuts through enemies without equal….
“You too must now share our cause.”
“Gladly.”
The stronger the Patriot becomes, the more I can accomplish.
I even added my own suggestion.
“Shouldn’t we make more varied, direct and indirect references to history and great figures?”
“For instance, claiming that Jang Yeong-sil created a transcendent-grade nuclear bomb with King Sejong, or that Gwanggaeto the Great unified the continent and discovered the New World?”
Have these people already tried that?
Well, I only asked, but all sorts of examples came pouring out.
“We wanted to do that too, but….”
“Absolutely not. We must never interfere with the Patriot’s trials.”
The Constellations all agreed that interference would simply reduce everything to nothing.
‘The trials can’t possibly be that easy.’
I understand that much as well.
“Well, if King Sejong alone appears, wouldn’t Korea have smooth sailing?”
The preparations seemed complete now.
I looked around and outlined the schedule ahead.
Didn’t I have my own work to do?
“I will reshape the territory, so I’d like the President to prepare an Awakened cultivation plan.”
“Hah… So it comes to this.”
The President closed his eyes tightly and said he would specifically prepare the plan for cultivating Awakened through the [Coffin].
“What selection criteria are you thinking of? Conscription has been abolished for a long time, so forced recruitment seems difficult.”
Even I had no intention of forcing everyone into coffins.
We reached a compromise.
“We will accept only volunteers.”
If the world becomes more precarious, we may have to force it….
But for now, it’s fine.
“I’m a bit worried whether people will actually volunteer, though—.”
Contrary to everyone’s concerns, I believe the number of volunteers will be astronomical.
Haven’t we already seen the precedent in Jeonju?
The number of Hunters alone increased by tens of thousands.
“Don’t worry about volunteers—they’ll be overflowing.”
Even if there were no volunteers, I have a scheme to make them appear.
“If you share your plan, the government will provide maximum support.”
My plan isn’t just about the [Coffin] alone.
It’s about reshaping my territory, Pyongyang, to create a new ecosystem.
“Government support is absolutely necessary.”
It’s true that enormous administrative power is needed, and I’ll have to invite plenty of experts.
“Pyongyang will now transform into another world.”
“You mean Another World….”
Everyone seems to be thinking of North Korea’s contaminated monsters, but the world I wish to create is nothing like that.
“The world will be filled with mana, and the possibility of non-awakened individuals wielding mysterious power will open before them.”
People will naturally emerge who can handle aura and mana.
The beginning of it all is the World Tree.
“The Earth Mother—the World Tree. I will plant the pillar that upholds the world upon this land.”
However, unexpected resistance arose.
“T-the World Tree. Isn’t that… a carnivorous plant?”
Perhaps because they had witnessed the Black Gate, the Patriot’s Constellations convulsed.
Of course, the World Tree is something akin to a carnivorous plant.
But I am confident I can control the World Tree perfectly.
“My Demon handles the World Tree quite well.”
* * *
The Aircraft Carrier and government officials returned to Seoul.
The President declared in an address to the nation that our South Korea had reclaimed the entire Korean Peninsula.
Currently, Pyongyang is the only territory in North Korea that has been completely restored.
‘I’ll leave the other lands for the South Korean Military to organize.’
I view the Great Wall of China as an opportunity.
It’s like a wall of severance that China erected, but truthfully, it’s not disadvantageous for us either.
Just as they’ve bought time, so have we.
As long as my Swords exist, this time is absolutely in our favor.
⦗M-Master of Swords! Are you planning to plant it here?⦘
I stand alone at the Fortress of Invulnerability.
To be precise, Pyongyang—the territory that would soon be renamed in the manner of “Sword Raising.”
From this moment forward, I will transform this land.
‘I will plant the World Tree.’
The World Tree will grow by consuming the remnants of contamination scattered across North Korea as nutrients, scattering vitality as it flourishes.
In this way, I will resurrect this dead land.
“I’m uncertain what the World Tree’s nature will be, so I hope you all keep a close watch on it.”
Willful and stubborn.
Had the World Tree cooperated properly, conquering Sword Raising would have been far easier.
Yet the World Tree had never been cooperative, leading a fanatical group called the Elves and endlessly obstructing me.
However, things are different now.
‘An environment devoid of Elves, let alone nature itself.’
The World Tree’s current form is merely a seed.
Whether it even possesses consciousness remains unknown.
‘This is my first time with a seed form—its personality might be entirely different from that other World Tree.’
My goal is to plant this seed and cultivate a World Tree that obeys only my will.
To achieve this, I expended the time of my Swords, each gaining five additional seconds.
“Muratan.”
First, I used Muratan’s power to restructure the Fortress of Invulnerability.
Kuuung——.
The fortress that had maintained a thoroughly isolated structure to protect me transformed into a medieval city divided between outer and inner walls.
Next, I flattened the earth.
It was groundwork to plant the World Tree.
A circular plain emerged at the center of Pyongyang, and [the Inviolable Wall] encircled its perimeter.
⦗Swords, send forth the Demons.⦘
Now came the moment to deploy the Demons.
Just as I had gifted them to Elder Sister Seol-ah, the Demons—transformed to transcend and exist in reality—manifested through the Small Sword.
It seemed the Swords had cooperated to create quite a number of them.
——World Tree, if you don’t listen, I’ll eat you.
Certainly, the Demon I had gifted to Elder Sister Seol-ah was a ‘good Demon.’
It had been round and cute, obedient to commands, but these newly manifested Demons bore far more grotesque and obstinate forms.
Monsters with bloodshot single eyes that gleamed menacingly.
Screech!
[Ferocious Demon]
Demons prepared solely to intimidate the World Tree.
I nodded in satisfaction.
‘I will plant the World Tree upon ground surrounded by a hundred Demons.’
Now the preparations were complete.
I climbed onto the circular plain and withdrew the [Seed].
Then I planted it in the ground.
Screech!
[World Tree—Seed of the Earth Goddess.]
The moment it was planted, the earth swelled upward.
Then with a pop, a small sprout emerged.
And that sprout….
—T-t-these terrible Swords. Monsters that killed me hundreds of millions of times, they’ve come again!!!

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