The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89. Politics (3)
Why do Transcendents feed ordinary people?
Surprisingly, many people wonder about this.
The emergence of Awakened Supremacy stems from this very perception.
In South Korea, such people are extraordinarily rare thanks to the Patriot’s physical purification.
‘If someone dares speak such words openly, they’d face execution.’
In the United States, Jesus’s periodic worship has fostered a strong belief that ‘all people are equal.’
Our neighbor Japan has such a national character that everyone keeps their true feelings hidden.
‘As for my case….’
King Sejong wasn’t asking about this global trend.
He wanted to understand why I, Shin Si-woo as an individual, protected ordinary citizens.
I am a Transcendent.
A superhuman who can ignore all laws and social order, wielding my will as I see fit.
My words carry power.
“Because I wish it to be so.”
I explained why ordinary people should live with the simplicity befitting a Transcendent.
Something about ordinary people having the potential to become Awakened.
In truth, it was all an excuse.
I simply wanted the world I once knew to remain as it was.
“In Joseon lands, such a being as you has appeared… one possessed of irresistible power, yet—oh, solely because of your own desire—.”
King Sejong’s eyes grew moist, as if overwhelmed.
Then he bowed his head to me.
“You are a true sovereign in the deepest sense, one who understands benevolence and righteousness. I apologize for my pointed inquiry.”
King Sejong apologized for having tested me with his question.
Before my Awakening, I too had wondered why Transcendents expended such vast time and energy protecting the nation.
So I understand.
“It’s quite alright.”
At least by my standards, even mad Transcendents possess ‘greater purpose.’
“Then… why do you feed the Chinese to Demons?”
King Sejong’s promulgation of Hunminjeongeum had another reason behind it.
Through countless exchanges of messages where people asked and received answers, he had gathered tremendous information.
True to his nature as a creator of pseudo-AI, he provided convenience to humans while learning from them to amplify his own power.
Knowledge is power, after all.
“It appears you possess the power to redeem Demon Worshippers, Shin Si-woo. From what I have witnessed, you possess more than enough capability to do so.”
I can redeem Demon Worshippers.
Like Ling Ling or Holy Knight Kim Chang-seok.
Yet I allowed China’s Demon Worshippers to be devoured by Demons.
The reason is quite simple.
“The rate at which their population grows exceeds the speed at which I can convert them.”
“Now that makes sense.”
Had I still not obtained information about China?
“Humans are born and grow through the passage of time, you see. We call this a generation.”
Every decade or so, these generations succeed one another.
“Thus, a sovereign must cherish his people, and from this comes the saying that population is national strength.”
King Sejong only knew the information made public on WorldNet.
‘This is information I’ve only just learned myself.’
I explained to King Sejong what the Chinese truly were.
After I procured roughly three million units of iron, Muratan had perfectly defined what the Chinese were.
“China literally manufactures people. They create bodies, accelerate growth through mystical means, and inject personality through substances and other methods.”
I thought he would be shocked, but surprisingly—
King Sejong’s eyes widened as he gazed at the sleeping Patriot.
“So that was the reason. Ah… truly, Patriot, your words—.”
Seeming overwhelmed, King Sejong gently stroked the Patriot’s forehead and squeezed his eyes shut.
The horrifying China that the Patriot had described now aligned perfectly with reality, and the shock was evident.
The Patriot, oblivious to all this, slept soundly, snoring away.
“In truth, I suspected there would be deeper reasons. Judging by your power, the Patriot should have long since become food for demons….”
King Sejong attributed the Patriot’s survival to the fact that I was an extraordinarily merciful sovereign.
He believed there must be a reason why I showed no mercy to China—
“I never imagined it would be for the same reason the Patriot described. I thought there would be at least some exaggeration.”
King Sejong was astonished.
What if I told him that the British had created the Chinese personality? How much more would he be shocked?
‘It’s rather difficult for someone from the Joseon era to truly believe this.’
According to the Patriot, a horrifying army that multiplies in the tens of millions every few days.
Who could possibly believe such a thing exists in reality?
“Now that I have the answer, I too shall provide one. You asked why I made you an object of faith, did you not?”
King Sejong thought thus:
“Observing the Earth as the Patriot described it, I believed this world was utterly hopeless.”
“And now that you have witnessed it firsthand?”
“It is far more terrible.”
He believed the Earth could collapse at any moment.
“Therefore, I came to believe that a being like yourself must become a god.”
And so King Sejong praised me through the Hunminjeongeum.
* * *
“Though it shames me to say, my intellect is rather exceptional. Yet even I… cannot fathom what lies beyond that Great Wall of China.”
King Sejong lowered his head with a sigh.
Even now that he understood why the Chinese multiplied, he could not uncover the true nature of China.
‘Though I have come to know the world is terrible… my shallow knowledge offers no solution whatsoever.’
He had only just learned that humans could multiply in such a manner.
The very existence of beings who could conceive of and execute such thoughts was shocking, and he deemed it an abominable deed beyond even imagination.
And at the same moment, King Sejong glimpsed hope.
“Shin Si-woo, your strength and ability are humanity’s hope. I’ve heard tell of such a Sword… though I confess I’m uncertain whether that term truly befits it—.”
“It is a Sword.”
“I see.”
King Sejong’s eyes gleamed with sudden clarity.
From that brief response alone, he had discerned precisely where Shin Si-woo’s obsession lay.
‘The first evidence is that a woman of incomparable beauty—and the man presumed to be her father—stare at Shin Si-woo with unwavering intensity.’
Yet Shin Si-woo shows scarcely any reaction.
Though she is called a beauty beyond compare, King Sejong had never beheld such features in all his years of life.
A beauty that defied human language to describe, whose very countenance bore the qualities of a sovereign ruler.
To reject a companion possessing all these virtues….
‘The Sword was a woman, after all—.’
King Sejong recalled her.
That cruel woman who wielded the Sword.
That fearsome entity who beguiled the world in the guise of a girl.
‘No, the Swords are many….’
Perhaps he is obsessed with the Swords themselves.
In that fleeting moment, King Sejong’s thoughts reached this conclusion.
‘He is consumed by the Swords, or by the inhuman monsters that wield them.’
But here, I must cease my reasoning.
To venture further would invite danger.
The crimson woman’s very existence filled King Sejong with dread.
I must never, ever incur her displeasure.
So I redirect the conversation.
“An emperor who rules without oppressing others—such a magnanimous sovereign could surely become a god, could he not?”
Shin Si-woo must become the god of South Korea.
Jesus Christ already serves as such a god, protecting the Earth, does he not?
There is nothing strange about another god—the Sword Master Shin Si-woo—emerging here.
‘Faith is accumulated through the belief of the people.’
When divine power accumulates in such a manner.
‘Sacred power becomes a miracle returned to all mankind.’
And Shin Si-woo himself is.
Benevolence and righteousness.
One who understands virtue and propriety.
A man possessed of the virtues of a true gentleman.
Like the incarnation of the ancient sages proclaimed by Neo-Confucianism itself.
Therefore—.
“As the king of Joseon, I shall pay tribute to the Ruzbella Empire, and I wish to revere the Sword Master Shin Si-woo as a god.”
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My vision of the world was refreshingly simple.
1. I summon my Swords to Earth.
2. I grow stronger together with the Aga Sword.
3. Thus, I achieve humanity’s peace and live a life of leisurely happiness.
That is simply what I thought.
But King Sejong and everyone else in this place seemed to desire something far greater.
“A profound and deeply considered vision. Surely you are King Sejong?”
This was Director Kang Mu-jin’s assessment.
“If Si-woo were to become a god, perhaps things might change… If it’s something that doesn’t change because he’s human—.”
Seol-anu nodded while uttering these strange words.
The other government officials who had maintained their gray demeanor in the back also revealed their colors once more, displaying a warm and harmonious atmosphere.
“The Constellation of the Patriot, a legitimate and lawful god acknowledged by King Sejong.”
“We live in order to have faith….”
“Then we may have faith with ease of mind.”
A god.
In other words, an [Absolute Being].
All the swords I had raised were beings worthy of worship.
Even Iris, who had slain the entire world, had groups that worshipped her.
And so—.
⦗Girl, I’m convinced that the Sword Master must become Earth’s sole god! That sword shall devour Jesus and steal away all faith!!!⦘
My swords began to respond enthusiastically to this.
It’s merely a matter of words.
It will take considerable time for me to become omniscient and omnipotent like my swords.
Yet I felt that this current was quite righteous.
⦗All the swords in this place already have faith in the Sword Master.⦘
⦗Sword Master, I too have faith in you.⦘
Even Reinhardt and Muratan came forward like this.
At this point, even my status window responded.
Whoosh!
[You have acquired divinity.]
Even the System does this?
The meaning was….
‘The System’s collective will.’
Even the mysterious System itself, which exists for humanity, was saying this was the correct direction.
Swaaaaaa———.
A surging tide.
Crystal-clear water, shallow yet gradually approaching to wet my toes.
‘Faith.’
I felt it.
The direction ahead had changed greatly.
The stream of hope transforms into a vast river.
Then Yulia Lanestia, who had maintained her silence until now, moved.
A deep resonance—
The jewel of the Aga Sword gleams brilliantly.
A pale golden radiance suffuses the conference chamber of the First Palace.
An exalted, transcendent aura.
Divine power flowing from a god permeates the world.
Yulia Lanestia is, in the truest sense, a god.
Thus, my blade—lonely and sacred—that once beheld the world’s end.
⦗The Holy Emperor, Yulia Lanestia, proclaims.⦘
Her transcendent voice colors the world.
A voice so clear and distinct it reaches all gathered here, piercing through my blade itself.
⦗Upon the remaining earth, where silent gods and fallen deities dwell—.⦘
In her world, the gods fell silent.
And so Yulia consumed the gods and became the subject of faith herself.
Thus, my blade that ruled one world called the Holy Kingdom and saved that world—.
⦗—I have severed all gods and gathered the world’s divine power into one. I am the god and Holy Emperor of the Lanestia Holy Kingdom.⦘
And this is what she desires.
⦗My world began with a single being and continues to this day.⦘
That is definition.
The act of concretely defining me as a god in the world.
This is the tale of me, who brought the world of blades into existence.
⦗Having saved the crumbling world and achieved six, let those six worlds be summoned to this land, and thus seven worlds be made.⦘
My blades as one world.
Six worlds where blades gather.
And I, encompassing all of them, shall be the seventh world.
To me, a blade is a world.
And so Yulia expressed me thus.
⦗—The master of seven worlds shall grant you protection.⦘
Then, who am I?
⦗Si-woo (時宇). Master of all moments within the flowing river of time. To the god who encompasses time and space—.⦘
Time (時), Universe (宇).
Yulia defined my name thus.
And thereby made my divinity concrete.
And so, I declare.
⦗——Worship. The great one who guides your salvation, your lives, and the fate of the world.⦘
Yulia Lanestia.
An absolute being possessed of faith defined me with reverence.
And thus declared that I, as an existence, would be revered and worshipped as a god.
Thereby, the world defined ‘me’ as a god.
【Announcement: Humanity’s second god has been born.】
【Si-woo (時宇)—God who governs time and space.】
Bow and praise to prove your faith.
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Half a day had passed since the Japanese Delegation arrived in South Korea.
Under government guidance, they waited at a military base near Pyongyang, but….
“Y-Yuki, you must visit the Imperial Palace first—.”
Yuki, who had frozen the Japanese Emperor solid with water and ice spirits.
She kept urging the delegation forward.
Under normal circumstances, the Japanese Prime Minister would have at least pretended to obey a Transcendent’s command.
“Shut up!”
Prime Minister Hatoyama Jiro shouted at Yuki with a pale face.
It was a demand for silence and stillness.
How could an ordinary prime minister dare raise his voice to a Transcendent in this current world?
Yet no one objected to it.
───Praise and bow.
A noble woman’s voice echoed from the Imperial Palace.
No one must dare speak before that sacred existence.
“Si-woo—.”
South Korea’s military forces were already devoted to bowing before the Ruzbella Empire’s Imperial City.
The Japanese, citizens of a different nation, observed it from a third-party perspective.
A second god of the first tier has been born.
Si-woo—the god who governs time and space.
Bow and praise to prove your faith.
When the world’s voice announced the emergence of a god.
The Japanese delegation confirmed that an irreversible catastrophe had unfolded.
The sight of everyone offering blind prayers felt truly terrifying when observed through the eyes of outsiders.
And—.
“Ah….”
Japan’s Transcendent, the half-elf Yuki.
Her Eye perceived the changes occurring in the Imperial Palace with crystalline clarity.
‘Mother World Tree—.’
The crimson majesty of the emperor bears down upon the World Tree.
Even that alone made it impossible to fathom how great the World Tree’s burden had become.
Ssssshhhhh———.
Golden sacred power flows forth from the Imperial Palace.
Sanctity—a noble force.
It flows toward the crimson, tyrannical energy that utterly clashes with it.
I had hoped the golden and crimson lights would clash and ease Mother’s burden, but….
‘Such terrifying powers becoming one!’
The two forces intertwine as one.
The crimson light that destroys worlds achieves balance alongside the noble golden radiance.
Then the two forces began pressing down on the World Tree even more relentlessly.
A will devoid of consciousness.
And yet—.
‘Yuki… I’m losing confidence that I can reach Mother.’
A crushing sound.
Gold and crimson light intertwined, trampling and crushing and suppressing the tiny seedling beneath them.
The World Tree would never escape this land.
That’s what it seemed to say.
A faint whisper.
Between those terrible forces.
A very subtle forest scent drifted through.
Then Yuki heard the voice of the Earth Mother—the World Tree.
——My child, are you there?
Yuki turned her head before an irresistible powerlessness.

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