The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 84
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Chapter 84. King Sejong (1)
[Mao Zedong.]
A portrait drifted lazily above Tiananmen Square.
China’s guardian deity—Mao Zedong’s eyes sank like fathomless abysses, his mouth twisted into a ghastly grimace.
The portrait let out a guttural growl, baring yellowed and blackened teeth.
China’s guardian perceived it.
An immediate, unstoppable calamity.
That crimson demon possessed a presence comparable to the great ones enshrined within the Forbidden City.
A monster that rendered millions of armies trivial, that reduced even demons born from ten million sacrifices to mere morsels of food.
How could such a demon roam freely outside?
The Forbidden City is the world itself.
The foundation that allows China’s great ones to exist.
Yet the Forbidden City is also a prison.
Shackles that confine great beings, limited by the power of [the world].
“What would you have me do?”
A man knelt in reverence before the portrait.
Tian Hao, China’s president, posed the question.
Reinforce the Great Wall of China.
Import more opium to increase the population.
It was like incurring new debt the moment the old was paid.
Yet Mao Zedong, guardian of great China, harbored a greater design.
Send all the newly increased population to the Great Britain Empire.
For now, accumulating strength mattered, but loosening the world’s constraints was equally vital.
“You mean to say….”
China had already suffered tremendous losses.
This time, others should take the front lines.
Great China, nation of grand schemes.
They never tolerated losses.
As the Emperor decreed:
Release the shackles binding the Great Britain Empire.
* * *
I mimicked Iris Ruzbella.
I could not envelop everything in demons as she did.
But the domain King Sejong had condensed for me allowed me to gather demons into one and consume them.
And thus, the enlightenment I attained was—.
‘A demon is one, yet a million.’
This is the true nature of demons.
They are all and one, functioning through ‘utterance.’
The sole subjects who followed the Empress in a world devoid of life.
Loyal knights of perfect competence, executing commands unconditionally and achieving flawless success.
It merely looked somewhat unsettling.
“You’re gradually beginning to perceive the world as the girl does, aren’t you?”
Iris Ruzbella laughed brightly.
It seemed my understanding was correct.
While I organized these revelations, Muratan identified the demons he had absorbed.
⦗Quite a substantial and peculiar blade.⦘
The blades in the Sword Realm continued to do things for me of their own accord.
A detailed explanation followed.
⦗This blade harbors a demon of a form I’ve never encountered before.⦘
The demon dwelling within Bai Qi was born through the sacrifice of ten million offerings.
Yet it was a demon that did not exist in [Sword Raising].
Its name was—.
Xingxian, one who receives the punishment of heaven.
—such was its designation.
‘How peculiar.’
Among the demons in [Sword Raising], some overlapped with Earth, while others did not.
In that context, one might dismiss the name of a demon as trivial.
But this was an extremely critical matter.
‘An Evil God born from ten million sacrifices would be enough to bring a nation to ruin.’
Earth possessed Transcendents.
Moreover, a ‘System’ existed to protect the world.
However, my blades’ world was different.
Whenever such a being emerged, entire nations would fall.
The reason I could nevertheless witness the end of that world was—.
Monopoly.
I made my blades consume everything themselves.
Of course, I had not always preferred this monopolistic system from the beginning.
I once cultivated knight orders, formed companions, and tried everything.
It was all futile effort.
In the end, the answer was for me alone to consume and grow stronger.
⦗Krhkrhkr, Blade Master, you are truly consistent. To think you’d devour everything that Patriot had accumulated!⦘
I did not command my blades to do what I could not accomplish.
If asked whether I would consume everything here as well, I must admit some hesitation.
‘Earth’s circumstances are different.’
The System assists Awakeners in growing individually.
When world calamities are conquered, appropriate rewards are given according to contribution, and beyond that, substantial achievements are obtained within one’s personal [Tower], is it not?
And yet….
⦗Blade Master, do you intend to dominate everything here as well?⦘
I nodded slowly.
Perhaps it would be good to grow while sharing with those around me.
First, I will not do so.
There is reason enough.
‘Killing demons increases the manifestation duration of the Swords.’
Capturing 200,000 Demon Worshippers allows me to add to the depleted manifestation time of the Swords.
Moreover, killing demons can permanently extend the manifestation duration of the Swords.
In other words, starting with Iris Ruzbella, all the Swords will be able to live on Earth—.
‘Killing those demon bastards accelerates that progress exponentially.’
The condition for the Swords to obtain at least minimal ‘freedom’ is to fill the manifestation value to 100.
‘Hmm.’
The reason I entertain such thoughts is simple.
I have essentially intercepted the prey that King Sejong had accumulated.
‘It is not something I cannot do.’
Come to think of it, King Sejong interjected while I was already engaged in battle.
There is no reason whatsoever to feel apologetic about it.
And so it shall continue henceforth.
I will monopolize as circumstances demand.
Nothing is more important than my Swords and I growing stronger.
‘Still, King Sejong is truly formidable.’
I merely delivered the finishing blow, but King Sejong alone possessed sufficient ability to handle both Bai Qi and his million-strong army.
“What do you think?”
“He looks delicious.”
How is Patriot’s new Constellation, King Sejong?
—At my question, Iris Ruzbella swallowed hard.
I suspected she found him interesting, and it seems the authority that King Sejong possesses is quite appetizing to her.
“What about in other respects? Growth potential and such?”
“Hmm….”
Iris Ruzbella sat upon the throne, swinging her short legs idly.
She appeared lost in thought.
‘How will my Swords evaluate him?’
By my judgment, King Sejong is—.
[0.3 Jesus]
0.3 sounds vague and crude, but….
In reality, it carries the meaning of overwhelming praise.
“Little girl, may I extend an invitation?”
“An invitation, even?”
“Though somewhat lacking, it is worthy of such honor!”
The great King Sejong of South Korea possessed such formidable power that Iris Ruzbella would mention an ‘invitation’ at all.
Thus came the praise of 0.3 Jesus.
Thirty percent of an existence bearing humanity’s strongest EX title—that signifies the qualifications to reshape the world.
Such a being is one of Patriot’s Constellations.
‘An ability to confine a million-strong army with merely two words.’
Compared to Iris Ruzbella, it might seem inferior, but my swords possess the power of ‘transcendence,’ so they must be treated as exceptions.
Judging by Earth’s standards, King Sejong alone possesses enough strength to handle [Calamities].
[Calamities]—these are corrupted locations that appear across Earth, scattering contamination and erosion.
The Amazon, which releases deadly toxic gas into the atmosphere, or the Mariana Trench, which blackens the seas and transforms fish into cannibalistic merfolk.
The reason humanity faces extinction without mystery is precisely because of such things.
‘Things that only Jesus could handle.’
A Constellation capable of dealing with them.
King Sejong could rightfully be called one who has ascended to the rank of ‘god.’
I observed his abilities carefully.
‘Royal decree and demonic scripture are the core.’
A royal decree is the power to make the world itself obey.
The name ‘demonic scripture’ itself is viewed ominously in international society, but in reality, it refers to a book containing formidable ‘authority.’
The old Bible, which became an internationally banned text according to Jesus’s will, was the ‘first demonic scripture,’ which is why the perception is poor.
In any case.
‘An invitation….’
Iris Ruzbella’s invitation has somewhat peculiar aspects, which gives me pause.
Can King Sejong truly remain unscathed after meeting Iris Ruzbella?
‘Judging purely by the abilities he possesses, he’s certainly strong enough.’
To be honest….
‘I’m curious.’
I am a citizen of South Korea.
I’ve lived through the age of the Patriot directly since the Gate incident.
The Patriot selected King Sejong and returned—how could I possibly overlook this?
“Iris Ruzbella, I’m counting on your invitation.”
—Ep. 28 King Sejong.
Whoooosh——.
The pages of the [Transcendent Demonic Scripture—Hunminjeongeum] flutter ceaselessly.
Beads of sweat trickle down King Sejong’s plump cheeks.
“The Patriot….”
A possessor of overwhelming authority capable of crushing and annihilating demonic forces numbering in the millions.
King Sejong, who accomplishes all things through words, asks.
“Surely, you don’t mean that monster is a rival?”
King Sejong had confined the entire Chinese Military forces with his authority.
His intention was to sever them from the world, condense them into a single point, and eliminate them in one strike.
But faster than that….
——ERUPTION!!!
A demon summoned alongside a crimson flash devoured everything that had crossed over from China.
That demon was more horrifying than anything King Sejong had ever witnessed.
Was such a thing truly meant to be a benevolent rival?
Unless they were humanity’s natural enemy or a calamity itself….
“You brat, I see you’re landing the finishing blow because you can’t keep up with me! Since you’re my junior, I’ll just let you have this one, what.”
Patriot shouted with hearty laughter.
He spoke of showing consideration for Shin Si-woo, who had transcended late.
However, King Sejong could hear the true thoughts beneath Patriot’s words.
‘Damn it, this is terrifying. That bastard hasn’t even been to the Tower, so why did he become this strong? And what’s with that absurdly massive demon? God…. Is King Sejong actually being pushed back? If that’s the case, we’re in serious trouble.’
Patriot stood with his hand thrust into the front pocket of his nationalist hoodie.
King Sejong noticed that his hand was trembling like an aspen leaf.
This was the first time I had ever seen Patriot, who would advance with killing intent blazing even before ten billion Chinese soldiers, appear so utterly terrified.
‘It must be a monster worthy of such fear.’
King Sejong gazed toward the point where the crimson flash had begun.
A fortress larger than most cities.
Was it even appropriate to simply call that a ‘fortress’?
Questions naturally arose.
Whoosh—.
At that moment, the pages of the Hunminjeongeum that had been fluttering ceaselessly came to a halt.
Then a message materialized.
Splash!
[Attempting to connect with the System. Please wait a moment.]
[It looks like there is information in the system. There are restrictions on confirmation. Could you please approve the permission?]
The truth that King Sejong sought to clarify.
“Permission granted. Min-jung, hurry.”
King Sejong continued to urge on the Hunminjeongeum—Min-jung.
The true nature of the Hunminjeongeum, which possessed two separate selves, was an infinite library containing the principles of all existence.
It was King Sejong’s exclusive item, born from Patriot’s imagination.
Splash!
[It is the most exalted and solemn Imperial Palace of the Ruzbella Empire.
Great personages reside there, and the fortress itself is said to be like the capital where the Empire’s history breathes and lives!]
King Sejong tilted his head in confusion.
The [System] belonged to ‘Earth’.
‘I’ve never heard of such a name.’
Through trials and tribulations, King Sejong had accumulated much knowledge about Earth thanks to Min-jung of the Hunminjeongeum.
Yet Ruzbella was a name I was hearing for the first time.
In that moment of tilting my head in confusion.
“King Sejong, shouldn’t you greet the other Constellations?”
Patriot pointed toward the aircraft carrier as he spoke.
According to Patriot, a cutting-edge strategic weapon born from advanced shipbuilding technology that encompassed both sky and sea.
“This is Yi Sun-sin’s aircraft carrier. The tradition of South Korea! Born from the technological prowess of the great Joseon. It’s all thanks to your grace, King Sejong!”
King Sejong closed his gaping mouth and silently followed Patriot.
Drops of blood fell from his clenched fist.
‘They’re thinking of shipbuilding as a Joseon technology….’
Whenever I think of Patriot, my chest tightens.
It’s maddening.
Yet I cannot correct it outright.
The moment Patriot becomes intelligent, everything I’ve accomplished will crumble to nothing.
‘How on earth are the other Constellations enduring this?’
King Sejong entered the Aircraft Carrier with those thoughts.
Now, it was time to understand the hearts of the Constellations who had arrived before him.
Patriot introduces the Constellations.
“Everyone, say hello!”
General Yi Sun-sin, who annihilated Japan.
Over there is Yulgok Yi I, who destroys Japan with a hundred thousand special forces.
This one is Cheok Jun-kyung—the Sword Master, the greatest swordsman of Joseon, who slaughtered the entire Chinese Military with a single lightsaber.
And finally—.
“The God of South Korea. The master of Hunminjeongeum, the world’s greatest grimoire, wielding omniscient divine words—.”
With solemnity and gravity and seriousness.
King Sejong steps forward before the Constellations.
They are generals and retainers.
Though they may be seniors as Constellations, their fundamental nature does not change.
I am the King of Joseon.
I shall demonstrate the proper bearing toward my subjects and generals.
“Delighted to meet you. I am King Sejong.”
Yi Sun-sin’s eyes widen.
Yulgok Yi I was the same.
As servants of Joseon, they could not fail to recognize him—.
Click.
Both men simultaneously bring their feet together with reverence.
Then they offer a perfectly rigid salute.
At this, King Sejong smiles with satisfaction.
Indeed, these are the retainers of Joseon.
“Come now, we shall discuss the details separately in the Constellations! First, report what has transpired during my absence—.”
True to one who lives by ‘patriotism’.
Patriot immediately began his duties of protecting the homeland.
There were so many reports to give that Yi Sun-sin and Yulgok Yi I produced thick stacks of documents.
Just as they were about to begin the briefing.
Beeeep————.
Suddenly, the Aircraft Carrier’s radar blared.
The emergency lights in the [Operations Center] turned a vivid red….
Drip.
A crimson droplet fell from the ceiling.
The water droplet soon transformed into a colossal demon, and that demon gazed upon the Patriot and the saints before gaping its mouth wide.
From the cavernous depths of its maw, a voice resonated.
I shall grant a reward to those who have captured my interest.
It was an invitation from the Ruzbella Empire.
* * *
“Understood.”
Whoosh!
[The great Empress of the Ruzbella Empire has personally sent you an invitation! It is a most glorious occasion. You need only attend with a grateful heart. I shall also inform you of how to accept the invitation. ——Pass through the demon’s mouth and you shall arrive at her castle with a flash!]
It’s a very honorable position. You can attend with a grateful heart.
[One more thing to note, if you please. The Empress is exceedingly magnanimous. However…. she holds the Sword Master in such deep affection that you must take care not to displease her! Should you have any further questions, feel free to ask.]
“Noted.”
Oh! By the way, there’s one thing I should warn you about. The Empress is a very generous person. However…
You need to be careful not to upset him, since he’s someone who loves the Lord of Swords dearly!
If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask.
“Patriot, do you truly intend to enter that demon’s lair on your own feet?”
“Don’t be scared! Si-woo and I are senior and junior transcendents of South Korea. You know how these connections work, right? Besides, that bastard is kinder than he looks. It’s just that his power is terrifyingly impressive.”
The Patriot took the lead.
And the Constellations watched his retreating figure with complicated expressions.
The reason being—.
‘If we don’t go and Shin Si-woo gets upset about it, the nation will collapse.’
It was needless worry.
‘I never thought I’d experience being devoured alive by a demon with my own eyes.’
King Sejong let the Patriot’s true thoughts pass and followed behind him.
The other Constellations also exchanged awkward glances before heading into the demon’s mouth.
As they passed through the demon’s throat—.
Thud.
A weighty pressure bore down upon them.
Starting with the Patriot who arrived first, Yi Sun-sin, Yulgok Yi I, and Cheok Jun-kyung all fell to their knees.
[The Emperor’s Majesty]
It was the power of the Ruzbella Imperial House that dominated the entire realm.
Those without qualification could never stand upright—.
Yet King Sejong alone remained steadfast on his feet.
“Protection.”
Furthermore, he shielded the Patriot and the other Constellations.
Was it thanks to King Sejong’s influence taking effect?
The Patriot straightened his body and gazed at Shin Si-woo with a radiant smile.
“Damn, it’s good to see you. After 200 years of trials, I’ve finally returned! You must have had a rough time protecting the nation alone!”
He chuckled softly and approached Shin Si-woo standing in the center of the Audience Chamber.
Then he spotted a massive greatsword on what appeared to be the imperial throne—a red chair—and pretended to recognize it.
“Oh! That red blade—I remember seeing it back then—.”
Then, suddenly.
Patriot’s words came to a halt.
His head tilted at an odd angle.
“Huh?”
A colossal greatsword visible on the imperial throne.
A “small girl” cradling that greatsword came into view.
Six years old? Seven?
Impossibly young.
Patriot’s face contorted into something grotesque and menacing.
“Have you lost your mind, junior?”
He approached Shin Si-woo, his voice sharp with accusation.
“How—how could a specially protected individual be standing in the middle of a battlefield wielding something as dangerous as a blade?”
Patriot reached out his hand.
He seized Shin Si-woo by the collar.
Then he shouted.
“Children are supposed to be protected! What in the hell have you done?!”
Observing that hand.
Iris Ruzbella’s eyes narrowed to slits.
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