The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 83

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Chapter 83. The Genealogy of History (2)
In Neo-Confucianism, the virtue most revered is benevolence—仁.
It speaks to a compassionate heart.
“My dream is to exterminate every last Chinese person. Rain nuclear fire across all of China and turn it into a wasteland where nothing can survive.”
Yi Do, inheritor of the wisdom of the sages—King Sejong.
A sense of mission awakened within him: to straighten the twisted heart of the Patriot.
“Patriot, to slay the innocent is not benevolence.”
“King Sejong, nationality itself is a crime!!!”
This man was beyond reason.
In the end, King Sejong could not persuade the Patriot.
And so the trial began.
[The invasion of China commences.]
“Whoa, picking King Sejong really brought them in force. Ten billion! Do you see? How could people like that possibly be reformed?”
“So many people….”
When ten billion Chinese soldiers invaded Joseon, King Sejong discovered several crucial truths.
1. The invaders’ nature within the trial did not align with Joseon’s historical period.
The Patriot knew nothing of the Ming Dynasty. Thus, those who invaded Joseon bore the five-starred red flag—a hundred billion soldiers of China.
Moreover, they wielded bizarre vehicles called tanks and fighter jets, and fired terrifying projectiles called nuclear weapons—an army from the future.
2. According to the Patriot’s account, Earth once held eight billion humans, but when Gates appeared, the population fell to six billion.
Yet how did China possess an army of ten billion?
When pressed, the Patriot spouted nonsense like, “Maybe the world population was higher back then because there were no world wars?”
There were countless other inconsistencies, but setting those aside.
King Sejong grasped the trial’s true nature.
A trial born from the Patriot’s imagination.
King Sejong’s authority was shaped by the Patriot’s understanding.
Therefore, the trial they faced was undoubtedly constructed according to the Patriot’s conception.
Upon confirming this—
‘There is no need to show mercy to illusory beings.’
Could King Sejong use his own authority to slaughter all ten billion Chinese soldiers?
This was the question he sought to answer.
If they were real humans, he must spare the people. But if the enemy was an imaginary army, there was nothing he could not do.
For miracles wrought by divine decree were truly magnificent.
“Kyaa!!! Without a shred of hesitation, he obliterated them all.”
The Patriot marveled repeatedly at the power of King Sejong’s divine decree.
With a single word, tens of thousands burst apart in an instant—it was breathtaking.
He rejoiced for a long while, thinking, ‘Click! With one utterance wielding omnipotent power, no wonder he’s gaining weight.’
“Now it’s the island dwarves’ turn!”
China was annihilated.
The next enemy was an island nation—Japan—that deployed modified humans called Maruta and suicide bombers called Kamikaze.
Sinking that island entirely would end the Patriot’s trial.
“The China within your trial and the China of reality are different. Japan would be the same.”
Patriot’s trial itself ended within ten years.
However, King Sejong devoted considerable time to him, resolving to teach Patriot the correct path.
He bore the duty to enlighten a foolish people who possessed such overwhelming power.
A king’s responsibility, one might say.
One of these was to correct Patriot’s twisted mentality—his desire to annihilate China.
“The Chinese military you will face upon returning to reality are also people.”
“No. Absolutely not! They’re all in cahoots, I’m telling you!!!”
“They merely encountered a misguided ruler.”
“Is that why you’re so soft in the head, living off the honey of kingship? How can you be so naive?”
“Patriot, by your own logic, I am the most superior being in the world. Are you saying my words are wrong?”
“That is… well…”
As the teaching began, Patriot sought yet another excuse.
“We have to wipe out the entire Chinese continent! My rival Shin Si-woo thinks the same way. Actually, he’s even more extreme than me!”
“So your sworn enemy has become a friendly competitor, it seems.”
Patriot did not lie.
However, he changed his terminology according to his convenience.
“What of the second transcendent?”
Thus King Sejong obtained another piece of information.
Both transcendents in South Korea were completely mad.
“I just kill them. But he feeds them to his pet demon, apparently?”
“What? You mean to say humans are fed to demons?”
“That’s not really wrong per se. It’s just a bit extreme. Besides, they’re not the same kind of people anyway?”
There was no reasoning with him.
Patriot was absolutely stubborn, refusing to listen to anyone.
“When people are too clever, it becomes a problem. Really, if only I could see it myself!”
In the end, King Sejong failed to persuade Patriot.
Thus the [Tower]’s trial came to an end.
A brilliant flash erupted.
A portal connected to Earth appeared.
Before it, King Sejong called Patriot to stand.
“Patriot, I have a few final words to impart to you.”
“No, why do you keep trying to convince me? Go out and see for yourself!!!”
He had intended to teach Patriot one last time.
But he was not given the opportunity.
──General Bai Qi, I await your presence.
A strange voice echoed from the portal.
Though not the language of Joseon, the words themselves carried meaning.
Thus King Sejong understood the meaning of “Bai Qi” with perfect clarity.
Sima Qian’s Records of the Grand Historian.
Records of Bai Qi and Wang Jian.
King Sejong, who had read more books than anyone in Joseon, could not possibly be unfamiliar with that name.
Bai Qi was the mightiest general of the Qin Dynasty.
A military prodigy without peer, who laid the foundation for Qin Shi Huang’s unification of the realm.
And yet—.
‘A man who buried 400,000 alive, who abandoned all benevolence and righteousness… how could he…’
The moment King Sejong’s thoughts reached this point, Patriot hurled himself through the portal.
From beyond the portal connecting to Earth, Patriot’s cry echoed forth.
“See! The Chinese are invading right now!!!”
Though his homeland was under invasion.
For some reason, Patriot appeared utterly delighted.
‘His reluctance to pursue learning remains as steadfast as ever.’
King Sejong crossed the [Tower]’s portal, following Patriot.
And what came into view was…
“Look! There’s a ton of them, right? I told you conversion was bullshit. They’re doing human sacrifices like crazy—nothing but demons everywhere.”
Yi Do, the being reborn as King Sejong after an endless ordeal, gazed beyond Mount Baekdu.
The first thing visible was a giant—the renowned general of Qin known as Bai Qi.
A horrifying existence with hollow eye sockets, radiating a sickly black aura.
“Reveal.”
King Sejong intoned a command.
Instantly, a yellow-bound book materialized before his eyes.
[Transcendent Grimoire—Hunminjeongeum]
The pages rustled.
Pages turned.
Characters inscribed themselves upon the blank parchment.
A brilliant flash.
[General Bai Qi appears to have manifested in a form similar to the Constellations.
The problem is that a demon is controlling Bai Qi’s body. A demon born from the sacrifice of ten million offerings, no less.
The unfortunate part is that I cannot identify the demon’s true nature.
There’s not enough information.
If you happen to discover additional information, I can provide further analysis!]
An intuitive message appeared.
King Sejong, utterly bewildered, intoned another command.
“Verify.”
A brilliant flash.
[I reviewed it again, and there are no errors in what I told you!
Additionally, the one million troops accompanying General Bai Qi are Chinese who have received the power of the Evil God.
I thought you might be curious, so I let you know ^^]
“….”
King Sejong was left speechless.
The reality I faced beyond the [Trial] was far too bizarre.
An ancient general who had buried 400,000 people alive appeared as a giant, and a demon born from the sacrifice of 10 million souls dwelt within that flesh.
And a military force of 1 million followed that demon….
Which meant.
‘That trial wasn’t fake after all?’
The Patriot was right.
* * *
Interest flickered in Iris Ruzbella’s eyes.
Neither the demon called Bai Qi appearing in the distance nor the Chinese military force numbering a million strong.
Could capture her attention anymore.
‘That’s King Sejong.’
I felt the same way.
We were gazing not at China, but at the eastern edge of Pyongyang.
Where twelve aircraft carriers floated.
Whoooosh——.
A rift appeared above the carrier fleet.
Beneath it stood a middle-aged man draped in dragon robes.
He gazed at the tide of black demons flowing from China with an expression stern, solemn, and grave.
Any observer would see a man dressed as if to proclaim, ‘I am the King of Joseon!’
Before him floated a single yellow book….
‘Hunminjeongeum.’
Even from considerable distance, I could discern the book’s identity.
The title was written across the cover in massive characters.
As King Sejong’s pages fluttered, change rippled across the Chinese side.
Boom——.
A drum sounded.
Entirely different from when Lü Bu or Dong Zhuo had appeared.
Following the drum, the million-strong Chinese military moved.
Orderly and disciplined.
They began their invasion of North Korean soil, dispersing like mist before materializing anew.
Where they passed, enormous chasms opened, and from within came terrible screams.
Kyieeeek———!
Hearing those screams, I calmly grasped the Aga Sword.
Naturally, a thought occurred to me.
‘It was supposed to be my turn. What now?’
I had witnessed Iris Ruzbella’s power.
I gained confidence that I could replicate it at a comparable level, if not perfectly.
And in such circumstances, the Patriot had returned alongside King Sejong.
“Vermin daring to interfere with my master’s performance!”
At that moment, Iris Ruzbella murmured.
I had taken an interest in King Sejong, but when he attempted to steal my turn, I felt a surge of hostility toward him.
Indeed, King Sejong was moving slowly toward the Chinese Military forces, escorted by the aircraft carrier fleet.
A subtle whisper.
Iris Ruzbella’s index finger moved with the faintest of tremors.
Because I maintained transcendent perception within this Audience Chamber,
I could discern that she intended to draw upon her Swords.
‘She’s exhausted her manifestation time—what does she intend to do?’
Iris Ruzbella’s manifestation duration had already been entirely consumed.
If the materialized her used her Swords, my ‘Ego Sword’s’ time would be depleted in turn.
As I pondered this contradiction,
⦗I wished to observe the Sword Master’s skill, but this bothersome fool interferes.⦘
Muratan muttered.
Then he conveyed something astonishing.
⦗Little Demon, I’ve replenished your time with the two million demons you devoured.⦘
The Demon consumed by Iris Ruzbella’s Demon had been two million Demon Worshippers.
If consumed by a Demon, they would naturally become nourishment.
‘And I haven’t even received compensation yet….’
Before the System could even settle accounts,
my Swords were already generating benefits of their own volition.
During the trials, I had taught my Swords to grow by ruthlessly extracting advantages.
Now that it had become reality, I was reaping the rewards abundantly.
‘By absorbing life force or demons, I can extend the Swords’ duration.’
Suddenly, my mind blazed with revelation.
At least when confronting China—
‘Could I not wield transcendent Swords that are half-infinite?’
A million Chinese soldiers advancing in waves.
Seeing them, the penalty of ‘manifestation time’ seemed to vanish entirely.
Furthermore—
⦗Sword Master, we tested Poeak and the Ferocious One after consuming them.⦘
⦗I-I participated too!⦘
As a result of devouring Lü Bu and Dong Zhuo,
my Swords had manifested yet another miracle.
A miracle born from the collaboration of Muratan and Yulia Lanestia.
A brilliant flash!
[Holy Emperor, through Yulia Lanestia’s ‘Proclamation of Evil’s Annihilation,’ the Evil God’s power is transmuted into pure divine force.]
What the Demon had consumed was drawn into my Sword Realm.
Nourishment that should have belonged to Iris Ruzbella was instead shared with my other Swords under her permission.
And after being refined, it returned to me.
[Demon → Divine Force → ???]
What comes next?
The answer was an extraordinary gift I had never anticipated.
⦗Sword Master, you may now exchange one named Demon for 5 seconds of Sword Manifestation time!⦘
What was my foremost objective when I brought Iris Ruzbella to Earth?
Was it not to raise the Swords’ Manifestation time to [100/100]?
‘I shouldn’t keep thinking like this….’
It seems my swords are rubbing off on me—wicked thoughts keep surfacing.
The surging Chinese forces and the demons of some renown leading them.
Killing enemies makes me stronger.
‘I’ll land the finishing blow myself.’
I raised my swords that way.
It appears I must grow the same way as well.
Again and again….
My mouth waters with anticipation.
* * *
Yi Sun-sin beheld the omnipotent being hovering above the Aircraft Carrier.
An existence rivaling a god—wielding omnipotence through word-command using the demonic tome called Hunminjeongeum.
“Flight.”
His words reshape the world.
Though not aboard the Aircraft Carrier itself, King Sejong soared lightly through the heavens toward China.
Patriot likewise transformed his Taegeuk flag cloak into a wingsuit, moving alongside King Sejong.
―Damn, that’s an intense escort formation!
Patriot’s ‘escort’ was merely for show.
Yi Sun-sin launched ceremonial suicide drones before positioning twelve Aircraft Carriers in a wide semicircle, moving as if to escort King Sejong.
Standing amid the Chinese forces, King Sejong muttered words like ‘truth’ and ‘clarification’ with a troubled expression.
After a moment, he nodded as if reaching a decision.
“You were right, Patriot.”
“Told you?”
“Yes….”
As King Sejong spread both arms, the demonic tome—Hunminjeongeum—unfurled wide.
And his ‘word-command’ began.
“Isolation.”
Bai Qi’s forces, which had carved deep chasms across North Korean soil while invading South Korea.
Their advance halted.
Boom! Boom!
Drums thundered and Bai Qi’s army scattered like mist, spreading in all directions.
Yet they were blocked once more by invisible walls.
‘Formidable.’
Yi Sun-sin found himself bowing involuntarily before the majesty of Hangul.
King Sejong had confined an army of one million with merely two characters.
Then what of his destructive power?
“Strengthen.”
King Sejong’s voice begins.
“Strengthen.”
It continues without pause.
“Strengthen.”
“Strengthen.”
“Strengthen.”
“Strengthen.”
“Strengthen.”
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Something endlessly reinforced.
At some point, the space surrounding the Aircraft Carrier begins to twist unnaturally.
As if the very fabric of space were peeling apart, an entirely different world unfolds before us.
‘Not science and technology, but divine authority.’
Yi Sun-sin’s eyes widen.
King Sejong’s ability bore a striking resemblance to the power of Jesus that I had witnessed in the Shorts Gospel.
An overwhelming force that warps dimensions through mere strengthening alone.
And then….
“Compress.”
That power is unleashed.
Two syllables of command spoken at the end of endless strengthening.
——————!!!
The ‘severed space’ imprisoning Bai Qi and his army of one million begins to contract slowly.
Not only the soldiers with inverted eyes, but also General Bai Qi leading them into the abyssal chasm that devours the earth itself.
Everything begins to condense into a single point.
Human forms vanish.
Even the colossal demon loses its flesh and shrivels.
Just as I wonder if they will all transform into a ‘point’.
Ziiing———.
A crimson flash ripples forth.
That crimson flash fired from the Imperial Palace in Pyongyang—surpasses the speed of light.
It moves with such velocity and intensity that Yi Sun-sin’s radar cannot detect it.
Where that flash reaches….
“Hah!”
King Sejong exhales in astonishment.
Appearing at the end of the crimson flash is a demon dark as fresh blood.
That demon tears through the earth in an instant, surging upward and swallowing whole the army of Bai Qi that King Sejong had compressed.
———Boom!
A single piercing cry echoes from above the Aircraft Carrier.
“So you truly meant to feed me….”

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