The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 82

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Chapter 82. The Lineage of History (1)
Heaven, the sky of the Great Middle Kingdom—.
China’s President, Tian Hao.
A superhuman figure who crushed his predecessor and seized power—known as the reincarnation of Mao Zedong.
He who had been called China’s strongest even before the Gate crisis now furrowed his brow as he gazed upon the [World Map].
‘I’ve barely managed to stabilize the current flow….’
China had endured President Trump’s tenure twice over.
Through those ordeals, I had accumulated enough experience to predict nearly every variable.
That is why, immediately after the Gate crisis erupted, swift action allowed me to maintain China’s power structure.
Unknown masses awakened and gained tremendous power.
This ‘awakening’ they spoke of granted abilities that determined humanity’s very ‘survival’.
Using this as pretext, there existed the possibility of overthrowing the President’s absolute authority.
So Tian Hao imprisoned all the awakened ones.
Even before transcendents appeared, I used ‘plague’ as justification to oppress the human rights of awakened individuals, took their families hostage, and forced them to conquer Gates.
While I was at it, I conducted human experimentation without restraint.
Thanks to that, China’s President Tian Hao was able to maintain absolute power.
“Jesus and the Patriot, tsk tsk.”
Tian Hao analyzed the realities of other nations reflected in the [World Map] with cold precision.
What became of those self-proclaimed honorable democracies—the United States, South Korea, Japan, and the rest?
Those who made a fuss over Tiananmen Gate all died or became worse than dogs.
The powerful had fallen into ruin.
‘South Korea and the United States are the real problems.’
Precisely the two nations where what I feared most had come to pass.
South Korea—.
‘The Patriot.’
A laborer who had been doing manual work awakened and became a transcendent.
As a result, the nation was shattered.
The reality that a nation’s right to survival is threatened by the choice of a single person.
What happens when the government cannot stop an individual?
Look at that barbaric South Korea.
‘I merely exercised the rightful privileges of the established order….’
The Patriot labeled legitimate connections as corruption, murdered all politicians and businessmen, and confiscated their assets.
It has even reached the point where an individual executes the national budget.
All to create a nation according to the Patriot’s personal desires alone.
A country full of barbaric people who revere such a madman and murderer—that is South Korea as I see it.
‘Jesus is no different.’
America’s master is a black man named Jesus, 2.5 meters tall.
He should have just played basketball, yet he became a transcendent and troubles China, this self-proclaimed sole god of the world.
‘Perhaps he is even more insane than the Patriot.’
A nation of lunatics who requisitioned entire landscapes to construct a [Church]—that is America today.
A madman who turned all 300 million Americans into Christians, unified Catholicism and Christianity under the guise of believing in the same Jesus Christ.
And what of the Bible itself?
‘Shorts Gospel.’
Billions of believers watch Jesus’s Shorts videos where he appears wearing a pink crown of thorns, spouting, “I, Jesus Christ, say this—.”
The world spins into madness in this manner.
Most nations, save China and the British Empire—.
‘Are merely model gardens for the Transcendents.’
Entire nations reshape themselves according to the whims of individual Transcendents.
In such a world, China alone maintains unwavering power.
“When one traces the lineage of history, the depth cannot help but differ.”
Tian Hao gazed upon the Forbidden City, which held the vastness of the universe itself.
The Tiananmen Gate, once scorned by the world, had been reborn as a sacred sanctuary under Mao Zedong’s direct protection.
Within the walls, the history and traditions of China breathed with living vitality.
It was a depth incomparable to nations like the United States.
‘So a more troublesome one than that Jesus has appeared.’
Yet lately, South Korea vexes me more than the United States.
Because of the second Transcendent who emerged in South Korea.
“What ability could he possibly possess.”
Shin Si-woo, the Sword Master.
A vermin who dares to usurp the title of Emperor.
Two million conscripted citizens were mobilized to deal with him, and two masters of the outer Forbidden City stepped forward.
Lü Bu—the Ferocious.
Dong Zhuo—the Brutal.
Even Guan Yu, who returned with only his head, deemed this sufficient personnel.
‘It is unfortunate that we must act at such an early stage.’
China should not have needed to intervene.
Yet China had no choice but to act.
“I must collect the outstanding debt.”
Because Janet Smith of Phantom Pharmaceutical exercised her legitimate rights.
‘So it was the British Empire that created Phantom’s opium.’
India, which established the new caste system.
China imported Phantom medicine from there.
It was essential to expand the population from 2 billion to 10 billion.
But it turned out the Phantom Pharmaceutical that produced the drug was a British aristocrat.
China had no choice but to pay the price to Britain.
“This too is following the lineage of history.”
Tian Hao’s heart burned with bitterness, but he endured it.
He suppressed his anger while gazing upon the sublime and magnificent Forbidden City.
If only those within the Forbidden City would step forth, there would be no problem with Greater China dominating the world….
Kugugugugun——!!!
At that moment, a deafening roar erupted from the outer walls of the Forbidden City.
The two fortresses where Lü Bu and Dong Zhuo dwelled crumbled to dust.
“What… how…?”
What did the collapse of those fortresses mean?
“Did the demigods fall?”
Beings who had manifested following the genealogy of history itself.
Those nurtured by the collective will of China had truly met their end.
—Ep. 27 The Genealogy of History.
The Swords and I have accumulated years together.
Within the twisted time of trials, we have shared an immeasurable span of ages.
It was deep and profound.
Surely, we existed together beyond time and space.
“At last, the world of the Swords comes to an end.”
“Even the fusion blade of the foreign god and the emperor cannot withstand my hammer strikes.”
“Swords, the Lanestia Holy Kingdom has survived. I will be forgotten, but…”
“At the end of training, I have left behind an Achievement that saves the world. Swords, I am truly grateful.”
Such was the end of the Swords.
They all remembered only their final cycle, reciting their sentiments of success.
Yet for me, every moment of their failed journey remains etched in memory.
That failure became a genealogy that led to success.
But today, a different thought crosses my mind.
‘Perhaps…’
The current Swords might be dimly sensing it.
Fragments of the past that had vanished.
Observing Iris’s actions, this possibility seemed quite high.
“Demon——.”
She issued a single command to her subjects.
A command for a Demon that devours all things in the world almost always culminates in one thing.
“——Consume.”
A brief utterance.
To the Demon, it was simply to devour the enemy.
Yet my [Eye] read the will embedded within those words.
A path toward the Heart Sword—the method of wielding power by those who have transcended in the truest sense.
Boom——!!!
Within transcendent perception.
The world trembled, slightly delayed.
From what I sensed, Iris commanded the Demon using only the power contained within the ‘Sword’.
Without drawing upon her own true strength at all.
Using solely the power of the ‘Sword’.
The reason was simple.
‘To remain unbound by the world’s constraints.’
That reasoning held merit, certainly.
But the intention I discerned ran deeper.
‘So that I might witness and learn.’
I am an existence that transcended by omitting the entire ‘process’ itself.
Even my enlightenment came from absorbing the Swords’ experiences, and the power I wielded merely recreated abilities already perfected.
Thus, I remained ignorant of how Demons manifested and what effects they wrought upon the world—such intricate details eluded me.
But now, I would come to understand.
‘I can feel it.’
What dwells within the Sword is [the World] itself.
Marked as ■■■, the Sword of Iris Ruzbella—a blade whose true name cannot be spoken.
That crimson greatsword we forged together bears the true name Annihilation Blade, literally meaning a Sword that destroys the world.
‘A name not to be uttered carelessly.’
Yet paradoxically, within the Sword that annihilates worlds dwells a world of blood.
The Demons are the inhabitants living within it.
Sssssss—.
The blood-crimson world engulfs reality.
The Demons cross into Earth, using the Sword as their conduit.
The Demon—a manifestation of Sword power I created through countless failures.
I knew this well.
Yet these details, I had never grasped.
The crimson world.
From within the blood-stained Sword’s interior, Demons breach reality.
In an instant, they follow the Sword’s essence, consuming the world and devouring all in their path.
And within Iris Ruzbella’s command, ‘Demons, consume’—
‘Intent.’
The wielder’s will is embedded.
What to consume and how to consume it.
In what manner shall the consumed target’s power be absorbed?
Complex intentions are condensed into a single utterance—’consume’—and manifested as divine decree.
‘Divine Decree.’
Until now, I had been mistaken.
The true essence of commanding Demons is divine decree.
Iris Ruzbella is the wielder capable of executing it as naturally as breathing.
She commands the Demons, grown according to the lineage I established, entirely through her own ‘will’.
“As the Sword Master taught me….”
What I taught was the method of Sword cultivation and the direction of Demon development.
But it was Iris Ruzbella herself who truly embodied and wielded these teachings.
One of only six beings in the [Sword Raising] world to possess the highest talent.
I witnessed how that being wielded the Sword.
[Devour every enemy before your eyes.]
—This command came with detailed specifications.
All enemies carried the condition of ‘harboring evil and demonic nature.’
Devour them held the stipulation of ‘demons gathering as one, consumed in a single bite.’
When these two were combined, what emerged was a single ‘phenomenon.’
I understood completely how that phenomenon manifested.
‘Demons encroach upon the world.’
The demonic forces that the Empire’s Knights had slaughtered polluted the depths of North Korea, creating a quagmire.
Within it, they continued to resurrect and invaded southward.
Demons seeped into that mire.
Sssshhhhh————.
The black corruption was devoured by the crimson Demon.
The scope was vast enough to stain the entire northern reaches of North Korea.
Before long, the two million troops descended from China now stood entirely upon the crimson earth.
The eyeless giant that appeared second also stood within it.
“Ungrateful wretch——. Yet still you are my son!!”
The wrath of a father who lost his child.
I could not identify him precisely by his outward features, but through that dialogue, I came to know that he was Dong Zhuo.
He raged at Lü Bu’s annihilation.
Forgetting entirely that the polluted earth beneath his feet had turned crimson.
‘Emotional amplification.’
From that anomalous phenomenon, I discerned another meaning embedded within the Demon.
Every enemy before your eyes—included the modifier ‘driven into a frenzy.’
Thus, the forces within that corruption abandoned their southern advance and now raged madly.
And Dong Zhuo, bereft of his son, burned with anguished fury.
All of it transpired in but an instant.
Yet in this fleeting moment, the feet of two million troops were bound.
“Sword Master, these are the girl’s people.”
The command given to the Demon.
Every condition necessary to execute that command had been fulfilled.
So then—how would the Demons consume that distant figure of two million?
Crrrunch————!
The crimson-stained, polluted earth.
Transformed into a gaping maw.
As if the Demon itself had opened its jaws, the ground became lined with teeth like human molars.
The earth folded in that state.
Everything on the surface was pushed into that gullet.
Squelch.
The surging earth had now taken the shape of the Demon itself.
A rounded form with bumpy, textured skin.
A colossal Demon with a single eye blazing brilliantly.
Where the Demon had been, nothing remained.
‘I can do this too.’
I had truly become the master of the Demon.
* * *
———The Void.
The Void I witnessed in Jeonju was a fake.
I beheld a truly empty world where nothing existed.
A strange space where the earth and the space above it had been carved away, completely annihilated along with a portion of Mount Baekdu.
The only trace of civilization beyond it was the [Great Wall of China] that divided Korea and China.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The Great Wall trembled.
Was the wall that had vanished like a mirage attempting to rise again?
Iris Ruzbella’s power—which had annihilated two million in their entirety—was that terrifying.
‘Surely not?’
And yet….
Still—.
“Madmen, the lot of them.”
A pitch-black army emerged from the wall that had vanished.
I had been wondering when the status window would finally reveal the rewards.
‘I wondered why it was taking so long.’
Truly, this was China.
It seemed human wave tactics did not end with a mere two million.
“The world offers gifts to the Sword Master who cherishes the girl!”
Iris Ruzbella laughs brightly.
A smile spreads across my lips as well.
In consuming two million Demon Worshippers, we had indeed achieved considerable accomplishments.
Though I had yet to examine the details—.
──General Bai Qi arrives.
This time, a new army appeared accompanied by a tremendous roar.
In a manner I had never anticipated.
‘I never expected Bai Qi to appear in such a way.’
A name I hear for the first time.
At least not a general from the Three Kingdoms.
Yet the reason I recognized Bai Qi was something else entirely.
[King Sejong atop an Aircraft Carrier looking down upon Mount Baekdu with Bai Qi planted there]
The Saint of Destiny, Im Ji-ah.
The first of the three tarot cards she had given me.
‘The timing of the Patriot’s return.’
The white flag planted upon Mount Baekdu—that was the meaning of Bai Qi (white flag) that I knew.
I’m not entirely certain whether that entity called Bai Qi truly represents a flag, but…
“Ah, so the Patriot’s entertainment has arrived.”
Iris Ruzbella gazed toward the edge of Pyongyang.
A direction entirely opposite from Mount Baekdu, where the enemies gathered.
She spoke while looking at someone who would be there.
Im Ji-ah’s prophecy had proven accurate once again.
The symbol of ‘Bai Qi’ and the emergence of the Patriot.
Twelve aircraft carriers standing by at a great distance, above them rippling with strange wavelengths.
Crackle————.
The Patriot, who had vanished into the [Tower].
Was now returning to the aircraft carrier.
A rift undulated in the distant sky, and from within it emerged the Patriot clad in a Taegeuk flag cape.
Having crossed the rift, the Patriot immediately confirmed the direction toward China.
Immediately after, he cried out with a startled expression.
“Look! The Chinese are invading!!!”
The direction he pointed was behind him.
Someone emerging from within the rift.
‘King Sejong.’
According to the Patriot, that entity possessed the greatest intellect, strength, majesty, and supreme power among all humanity.
He was finally descending upon South Korea.

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