The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 71
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Chapter 71. Reunion (1)
‘It all began with that purple sword.’
The World Tree remembers everything.
Not a single cycle is forgotten.
The Demon of Enchantment, Bellatrice.
The world knew her as such, but the World Tree understood the truth: her origin was a sword.
The first sword that appeared in the Abyss one day.
That blade which bewitched all things and plunged the world into ruin.
It began with a voice.
——If you desire me, then prove it.
A seductive woman’s tone that enveloped the world.
Those few words transformed the world into a hellscape.
Kill and take!!!!
Humans slaughtered one another for possession of the sword.
Only the strongest could claim it.
And those who wielded it were consumed by it.
The sword continued to multiply.
Whoooooosh———.
The Abyss swallowed the world.
Even the Gates that Earth knew by that name coveted the swords.
The Abyss consumed the world faster, and the monsters that emerged from it hungered for swords, devouring one another.
And furthermore—.
The sword is mine.
High-ranking beings called Evil Gods and Demons tore through the world’s barriers and appeared.
Even those terrible demons fought fiercely, exterminating humans and sometimes slaying each other for the sword.
‘Humans and demons. The world had gone mad.’
The World Tree made this judgment.
She led the Elves to the edge of the continent and fled.
I thought they had created a paradise for the World Tree and the Elves at the world’s end….
——Haha, you are all enchanted. How tedious this world is.
One day, the world collapsed.
A single massive purple sword consumed all of existence.
The emergence of a terrible demonic blade that bewitched all things—the sword that would later be known to posterity as the Demon of Enchantment.
That sword returned the world to nothingness.
【The world is being rebuilt.】
Nature grows upon barren earth.
The world was rebuilt anew.
Within it, the Earth Mother World Tree herself enriched the land and spread the vigorous breath of life.
Had it been a dream?
Humanity flourished, sometimes clashing with one another as they grew.
The Abyss appeared once more, and monsters ravaged the world, threatening humanity’s very existence.
Then, from the Abyss emerged a girl wielding a crimson greatsword.
“I despise this world.”
A girl who commanded a red Demon.
Though she was a calamity like any other, the World Tree took notice of one fact: she wielded a Sword.
Thus, it moved the forces of nature and manipulated the Elves to kill her.
Or rather, it did kill her.
“So you are the World Tree, that vile tree obstructing me. Become my nourishment at once!”
Each time the girl fell, the world repeated itself.
And each time, the mad woman who called herself “I” returned with even greater power, threatening the World Tree anew.
Eventually, the World Tree met its end.
Thus….
“Hmm, so the World Tree is made of such material.”
The world repeated itself.
In a world where the crimson woman had vanished, a vile dwarf wielding a blunt greatsword now targeted me.
The World Tree fought alongside the Elves.
Sometimes it fled to survive, and sometimes it accepted death in resignation.
And the result?
“A serviceable wooden sword. Though it pales in comparison to my hammer.”
It died, reduced to a wooden sword.
What of the next cycle?
—Thud!
Without warning or miracle, an assassin’s blade claimed the World Tree.
It was erased from the continent first.
After thousands of deaths, the World Tree gained enlightenment.
This could not continue.
When the world ended, a new Sword would surely appear to slaughter me.
Take my hand.
The World Tree became tainted by evil and darkness, seeking survival.
Yet the fifth Sword to appear was one imbued with pure holy power.
Even the corrupted World Tree could not withstand the sacred blade.
It won in the first few cycles, but….
As the world repeated, the blade’s holiness grew more vivid, and the World Tree met death once again.
Eternity.
Yes.
The World Tree was hunted by Swords across endless ages.
Brutally slain, stripped of all its power, and its loyal Elves slaughtered without mercy.
And yet….
Death.
The sixth Sword, appearing at last.
Without repeating the black world wrapped in a brilliant azure light, I killed the World Tree in a single strike.
Thus, I believed this endless suffering had finally come to an end….
The Void.
The World Tree awoke one day in a strange dimension.
Itself existing in the form of a seed.
Demons defiling such a self.
Planted somewhere like that and then purified….
I thought I had barely escaped—.
‘The Swords again!!!’
Those terrible Swords that had killed me for eons.
All of them had gathered in one place, staring down at me.
Thus we reunited.
—Ep. 24 Reunion.
A sprout the size of a fingernail screams.
That voice was so familiar it made me frown involuntarily.
—T-t-these terrible Swords. Y-you monsters who killed me hundreds of millions of times, you’ve come again!!!
It was the World Tree’s voice.
A tree that existed as a landmark in the world of Sword Raising.
Also the tree that had made my Swords suffer most troublesomely and painfully.
At that voice, my Swords responded.
⦗That abominable tree the Master always warned us about—.⦘
Reliable First Sword Reinhardt Euclid speaks.
⦗—remembers all the worlds.⦘
This was a warning.
A warning that I should immediately annihilate that seed.
Only a sprout has sprouted, yet it spouts such ominous words.
“The World Tree…. A terrible existence indeed.”
An entity with which proper conversation had never once been possible.
The Elves—it had manipulated an entire race of the continent wholesale to obstruct my Swords’ path.
Even its level of obstinacy surpassed that of the Evil God and Demon Gods.
‘Never once failing to display bizarre patterns….’
In Sword Raising, when a Sword breaks, the world repeats.
The world situation remains identical and even the Evil Gods’ patterns are the same, yet only the World Tree displayed different behavior each time.
It would release Elves in advance at points where Swords would appear, completely disrupting the grand flow of events, or it would join hands with Demons to accelerate the world’s collapse.
‘An unpredictable calamity.’
That is the World Tree I know.
⦗Girl, you may consume even the seed that hasn’t fully grown!⦘
The Swords’ consensus was this.
Since that perilous tree possesses ‘memory’, it is only right to eliminate it immediately!
But I think differently.
“The World Tree is necessary.”
Setting aside how terrifying that creature truly is.
After all, the World Tree itself serves as a landmark of the Sword Raising world, doesn’t it?
It’s undoubtedly the best means to create an environment similar to that one.
“Only then will you be able to manifest in this world with physical bodies.”
My Swords could become real?
They would wield blades alongside me?
Ever since encountering that possibility, a single absolute goal has taken root in my mind.
No, it would be fair to call it the defining purpose of my entire existence.
【To manifest the Swords upon Earth alongside their souls.】
The blades I forged and the beings who wielded them would gain substance.
How could I possibly endure such anticipation?
It’s not merely driven by my own desires.
If the Swords could truly materialize, Earth’s safety would be all but guaranteed.
⦗The Sword Master cares so deeply for this girl…⦘
⦗We shall honor the Sword Master’s noble will!!!⦘
My Swords were moved by such resolve.
Beginning with Iris and Reinhardt Euclid.
⦗Sword Master, I have no particular desire to see you. However, I am curious about the quality of steel available in that world.⦘
⦗Sword Master… Is it, is it possible for a pope to engage in romance in that world?⦘
Even Muratan and Yulia Lanestia expressed remarkably enthusiastic responses.
Muratan’s grumbling was one thing.
‘Still contemplating romance?’
Yulia’s way of thinking made me tilt my head involuntarily.
Yulia, who had accepted everything and witnessed the end of the world, still seemed to harbor interest in something as trivial as ‘romance.’
⦗Enough! For those who walk the path of the Sword, romance holds no meaning whatsoever—.⦘
Reinhardt Euclid spoke in my stead.
I agreed wholeheartedly, but…
‘A little interest isn’t necessarily bad.’
Yulia was already a perfected Sword.
I wanted to give her even a thread of hope.
So I explained Earth’s reality to her.
“On Earth, according to the will of Jesus Christ, even popes engage in romance and marriage.”
Incidentally, all religious figures on Earth, regardless of age or ethnicity, are permitted such things.
Such was Jesus’s will.
The romance between a 34-year-old South American female pope and a 26-year-old East Asian pastor once captivated the entire world.
I recall hearing that the two were to be married before my awakening.
A true reconciliation between Christianity and Catholicism, they called it.
Upon learning these facts, Yulia was greatly astonished.
⦗B, but isn’t the papal position reserved only for those of noble chastity?⦘
“Earth is different. Once Yulia manifests there, all the constraints that existed in that world will likely disappear.”
Jesus supported LGBTQ+ rights and held an open-minded perspective on gender.
He took the stance of supporting romantic relationships regardless of gender.
Naturally, he harbored no discrimination based on age, race, or gender—and being Black himself, he ensured that Western clergy under his influence had a notably high proportion of Black members.
Was there any religion on Earth as liberal as Christianity and Catholicism?
⦗Gasp!!!⦘
Yulia Lanestia cried out as if her breath had caught.
Then Reinhardt Euclid turned to me with a puzzled expression.
⦗Master, what significance lies in such meaningless acts as romance?⦘
For a seeker of the Sword path, such things held no meaning.
For Reinhardt Euclid especially, it must feel even more hollow.
‘Something feels off about this.’
I realized I needed to choose my words carefully here.
There was clearly something pricking my conscience.
“On Earth, I will allow all of you to do whatever you desire.”
This was my genuine conviction.
Just as I had imposed countless restrictions to help my Swords overcome the world.
Once I manifested on Earth, I intended to let them pursue their desires freely.
⦗Master, I shall contemplate what I truly wish to do.⦘
With Reinhardt Euclid’s earnest response, the matter of how to treat the World Tree was settled.
The World Tree—I would put it to use immediately.
* * *
I deployed the “Ferocious Demon” forward, then spoke to the World Tree.
“Purify all the territory in this vicinity and rapidly increase your level.”
The World Tree scattered a pungent grass scent as it turned its leaves with a coy flourish.
What would it do if it defied me?
I gazed calmly at the sapling and spoke.
“There are no Elves here to become your limbs. There is no nature for you to dominate at will.”
The Demon approached and extended its tongue, licking the grass once.
The grass trembled slightly as it swept left and right, then shuddered.
“This territory is mine. You have been restored to your complete form only by my will, you who had fallen.”
Had the World Tree grasped its own predicament?
The earth trembled, and the “corruption” throughout the surrounding area began to be drawn into the World Tree.
[A tree that consumes all and grows—the World Tree.]
It was the entity that had inspired Iris Ruzbella’s million Demons.
The authority to transform even corruption into nourishment and convert it into vitality.
Sprout!
The sapling grew a bit larger.
Burst!
[The World Tree has sprouted in Pyongyang—Shin Si-woo’s territory.]
A single tree planted on my land.
That is the [World Tree].
The System proves this.
‘The World Tree is never an easy opponent.’
Of course, I have no intention of letting my guard down.
There’s a very high possibility it will feign obedience as a seedling, then betray me after growing stronger.
I must never allow it to become comfortable.
⦗Master of Swords! The girl can now command the Demons outside.⦘
Separate from my concerns about the World Tree, planting it on this land proved to be the right decision.
Simply planting one World Tree brought changes to the Sword World.
Whoosh!
[The Sword World becomes even more vivid.]
The realm where the Swords dwell became slightly more concrete.
Moreover, my Swords can now use several abilities without [Ego Sword Summoning].
‘Iris Ruzbella can control Demons on Earth?’
This is truly an enormous possibility.
It means my Swords can intervene in places my consciousness cannot reach, doesn’t it?
The evidence was clear.
Whoosh!
[The Swords grow slightly closer to the world.]
Thus, the System serves to notify us of our changes in real time.
It seems changing Earth’s environment was indeed the right answer.
‘Creating an environment.’
I was able to make my purpose more concrete.
1. Raise the Swords’ manifestation rate to [100/100].
2. Recreate the environment where the Swords lived on Earth.
3. Nurture Aga Sword to achieve transcendence over time and space.
The more conditions I complete, the higher the possibility of my Swords becoming real.
‘Fulfilling just one of the three should enable conditional manifestation.’
This is something I can know because it is my ability and I am the Master of Swords.
The reason the Swords’ souls are important is simple.
‘The soul wielding my Sword is far stronger than the Sword itself.’
The Swords I have raised are, to be precise, a term encompassing both the Sword and its user.
Right now, handling transcendent Swords only in the form of Ego Swords means I’m using less than half my true power.
‘Bellatrice, Iris Ruzbella, Jun, Muratan, Yulia Lanestia, Reinhardt Euclid.’
That’s right.
The true ones are the souls that grew stronger alongside my Swords.
By the way, originally each Sword had its own unique name.
Now I’ve simply changed the Sword’s name to match the user who cleared [Sword Raising].
‘First, I’ll raise the Swords’ stats to 100….’
While I was formulating a concrete plan for the future.
A strange phenomenon unfolded before my eyes.
Flutter, flutter, flutter——!!!
The slightly grown sprout of the World Tree shook its leaves with an ominous vigor.
The verdant scent of nature—the aroma of phytoncide brushed past the tip of my nose.
‘What kind of sinister thing is this forest fragrance in the desolate North Korea that was once teeming with contaminated beasts.’
That thing is definitely scheming again.
——Growl, lick!
A hundred Demons took turns threatening the World Tree.
Then the World Tree quieted down again.
‘Of all things, the same World Tree had to grow.’
Just recalling the hardships I endured in Sword Raising made my blood boil.
Even my own Swords were sick of it and advocating for the World Tree’s annihilation.
However, now the World Tree had become bound to my fate.
‘There’s no turning back.’
Whoosh!
[Transform the territory to create the proper environment for the Swords.]
Condition 1. Growth of the World Tree.
Condition 2. Ruzbella Empire’s Imperial Palace.
[Reward: Lost Memory, Tower Entry Quest, Mystery 5,000kg]
The System, which advocates for humanity, desires this.
It also seems to want me to appear like a Korean Empire imperialist.
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