The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 91

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Chapter 91. World Tree (1)
“Save for myself, no one else has ever laid eyes upon the Sword Master in the flesh!”
——Sword World.
“Hahaha!”
Within the domain of the Five Swords, upon the Crimson Throne.
Three demons stood vertically atop the chair.
Atop the highest demon’s head, a diminutive Iris Ruzbella spun her body in graceful pirouettes, dancing with unbridled joy.
The other Swords gazed upon Iris with unmistakable envy.
Yulia Lanestia stepped forward.
“What is the Sword Master truly like?”
“Hahaha! A handsome man beyond words—befitting our master!”
“A beautiful man!!!”
“Though difficult to express in mere words, I shall describe him myself—.”
A lengthy and elaborate description of his appearance followed.
When she reached the part about a mole beneath his eye, Muratan cut her off.
Prattling on endlessly about some man’s appearance—how tiresome.
“Little demon, what of the outside world?”
“Hahaha! The air beyond is remarkably pure. The air that a tiny dwarf breathes must be somewhat stale, I imagine.”
Iris spun once more atop the demon.
Those days when she wandered the world alongside the Sword.
The solitary waltz they had danced together at the imperial ball.
“To think I would one day dance this very dance with the Sword Master in my own imperial palace—.”
Iris gazed upward with rapturous eyes.
The world of the Sword Master, who had attained the status of divinity.
“Next, I wish to go out!”
Then Yulia stepped forward once more.
She had recited the [New Testament] regarding the Sword Master, manifesting a god named “Si-woo” into the world.
“A leader is needed to guide the Sword Master’s faithful properly.”
A god need only exist and observe.
It was a declaration brimming with responsibility—she would shoulder all the troublesome duties as a subordinate.
In other words, she would establish the laws of the Lanestia Holy Kingdom upon the Ruzbella Empire.
“I shall recreate the Holy Kingdom!”
Iris’s eyes narrowed sharply.
From her perch atop the demon, she looked down upon Yulia with disdain.
Did not the Swords share glimpses of each other’s memories?
“A vile law that castrates male believers and brands women with the mark of chastity—I shall never permit it.”
“It is a vow of chastity!”
Yulia countered.
“You, who transforms people into demons, dare speak thus?”
“Demons are eternal servants of my divinity. Having gained immortality, the people shall surely be content.”
“I won’t allow you to turn others into Demons, even if that Patriot is one!”
“The people of the Holy Kingdom are castrated. Just like you!”
“No, that’s not it!!!”
The Empire’s subjects aren’t human—they’re grotesque Demons!
Starting from whether they even maintain human form, down to how a nation could function without reproduction.
The two of them tore into each other endlessly.
Muratan muttered at the sight.
“A pitiful little thing who devours the entire world yet finds it insufficient, forever craving endless love.”
He was speaking of Iris Ruzbella.
“Born into the most noble bloodline in existence, possessed of lofty virtue, yet boundlessly foolish.”
He was speaking of Yulia Lanestia.
‘Strangely, there’s merit to that.’
Reinhardt Euclid, who had been training in silence, found himself intrigued by the words.
So he approached Muratan and asked.
“What about me?”
Muratan brought his hammer down with a clang and grumbled.
“An old man who annoyingly interrupts my work.”
Then he muttered again, quietly.
“A madman who overcame eternal loss through infinite training.”
Reinhardt Euclid regretted asking—he was genuinely displeased.
Yet he found it difficult to outright deny the words.
Around that time, the fight between Iris Ruzbella and Yulia Lanestia came to an end.
“We’ll leave the matter of the people to the Sword Master’s judgment.”
“Agreed!”
Despite having fought as if to kill, the two reached a strange accord.
“We must pool our power to control the World Tree eternally.”
“I concur!”
Everything leads to the World Tree.
“There can be no disagreement on matters concerning the World Tree.”
Even Muratan nodded repeatedly, satisfied with the conclusion.
At this point, Reinhardt Euclid grew curious.
“What of the World Tree?”
“That abominable tree… Huh—. You possess only a single memory!!!”
Muratan was startled.
Reinhardt Euclid, the First Sword who witnessed the world’s end in merely one cycle.
The First Sword bearing the shortest yet most profound [memory].
Perhaps because he had glimpsed that, Muratan felt reverence toward him.
“Old man, you are the youngest among us. Call me brother, and I’ll teach you.”
So Muratan spoke.
“Brother… To think this old body would find satisfaction in being called brother by one who shares the title of Sword—how truly shameful.”
Reinhardt Euclid was a training fanatic who knew nothing of jest.
That’s why he punished Muratan with brute force facts.
“…I misspoke.”
Muratan offered an apology, uncharacteristically.
Then he immediately broached the subject of the World Tree.
“The world contains good and evil.”
“But there’s also the middle path, isn’t there?”
“Even that middle path embraces good and evil to some degree. Like the final sword of the Sword Doctrine.”
The Sword of Compromise is neutral.
Yet it is a sword that embodies good and evil in equal measure—fifty-fifty.
However—.
“The World Tree embraces nothing. It distinguishes nothing, thinking only of itself—a selfish existence.”
There is good, and there is evil.
Heaven, earth, and humanity—the sky exists, the earth exists, and people exist.
But for the World Tree, there is only—.
“The World Tree exists solely for itself. That is why it is a grotesque tree that divides the world in two and absorbs it without any benevolence or malice whatsoever.”
This explanation wouldn’t satisfy you.
So Muratan added further.
“Do you know why we killed the World Tree first?”
“Because it was a grotesque tree that consumed the world, wasn’t it?”
No.
The reason all swords killed the World Tree first was—.
“Because it harbored the potential to become an absolute being.”
—Ep. 30 World Tree.
‘Damn it!’
Japanese Prime Minister Hatoyama Jiro.
He found the entire sequence of events utterly unreasonable.
‘How could things that were proceeding flawlessly become so twisted?’
He had frozen the Japanese Emperor using Yuki’s [Spirit].
He sealed him so he could never escape, bringing him all the way to the Ruzbella Empire in South Korea.
The Korean government, as always—likely following the Patriot’s wishes—forced the Japanese Delegation to wait helplessly.
After a long wait, a ‘god’ appeared in Korea.
Or rather, had appeared.
“Yuki, I will hesitate no longer!”
Then Yuki made an impulsive move.
She suddenly opened the [Spirit Realm] before the Imperial City and transferred there….

I activated WorldNet and began the livestream.
Calmly, I recited the facts as they were.
Yet announcing those facts carried enormous political risk.
Transcendents had a tendency to disregard politics and act as they pleased, and even Japan—where this was least pronounced—had witnessed such an unexpected situation unfold.
And so….
‘Shin Si-woo and King Sejong.’
The Japanese Prime Minister faced them both.
The saving grace was that the Patriot was not present.
Had the Patriot been there, the entire delegation might have been bound to the aircraft carrier’s cannons and subjected to ‘explosive execution’ by now.
Or so I thought—.
“Annihilation.”
At King Sejong’s single word.
Crack——.
The Japanese Emperor simply vanished.
It happened immediately after witnessing the Emperor, leaving no time to speak.
‘Such profound rage….’
My mind froze at that bizarre and alien phenomenon.
I could only gasp internally, screaming silently in horror.
No dialogue.
Simply annihilation.
Moreover….
【Announcement: South Korea has slain the final symbol of the Japanese Empire.】
【You are granted the qualification to proclaim the Korean Empire.】
The Emperor, who had done nothing and merely drawn breath, was dead.
Yet the world uttered such words.
This made it seem as though Japan had concealed the Emperor while dreaming of empire, did it not?
Everyone shared the same thought.
Gasp!!!!
The entire Japanese delegation held their breath, bowing their heads in submission.
The final remnant of the Japanese Empire—the Emperor—who vanished the moment he appeared.
King Sejong approached, trampling the very ground where the Emperor had vanished.
And he spoke.
“The sorrow felt by my descendants, the wounds left by history, and the humiliation of Joseon.”
King Sejong, who had erased the existence of the Emperor from the world itself.
His tone was profoundly grave.
Truly, one could feel the weight befitting a king.
For Japan, this was an unforeseen variable.
Had King Sejong not just become an additional diplomatic counterpart?
Indeed, this variable had now created a major problem.
‘I had anticipated public execution, or perhaps the Emperor being devoured as a Demon, or subjected to explosive execution on the aircraft carrier….’
This was an incident that never appeared in Korea’s diplomatic response simulations.
No one could have imagined that King Sejong would suddenly annihilate the Japanese Emperor.
Japanese Prime Minister Hatoyama Jiro’s mind had gone numb.
‘This is serious.’
The atmosphere was decidedly grim.
They were clearly allies of South Korea, yet….
‘I must beg unconditionally.’
Judging by the landscape of the Ruzbella Empire, it was clear that knowledge beyond human imagination lay dormant here.
At first glance, it appeared to be a hyper-advanced civilization.
And yet….
‘It is an empire.’
As if to prove this very point, a guillotine stood alone in the center of a peaceful plaza.
The Imperial Palace of an era that bore the name ’empire’ was unmistakable.
Gleam—.
The blade of the guillotine glinted.
The Japanese Delegation trembled uncontrollably.
The Japanese Emperor was already dead.
Yet the guillotine had not been used.
In such terror—.
Step, step.
King Sejong walked forward.
He stepped before the Japanese Delegation.
The Japanese Prime Minister opened his mouth with extreme caution.
“W-we have brought tribute….”
The twenty-fifth apology payment.
Japan’s reserves had been completely drained.
Since the Patriot refused yen, claiming it held no value, all apology payments were made in mystical stones instead.
Now Japan lacked even mystical stones to feed its own people.
“You all….”
Observing the Japanese Delegation, King Sejong let his words trail off.
‘The twenty-fifth apology payment.’
King Sejong had learned of this through Min-jung’s report.
In present-day Korea, Japan had earned the impression of being a pitiful nation.
‘The existence of the Japanese Emperor was real, and it created an unexpected variable.’
These people were subjects upon whom benevolence should be bestowed.
He had intended to forgive them and send them away.
However—.
“Knights Order, move everything to the warehouse.”
Shin Si-woo moved first.
The master of the Ruzbella Empire and the transcendent of South Korea.
Moreover, it is humanity’s hope, presumed to possess the most information about this world.
King Sejong fell silent.
A sharp metallic sound.
Knights clad in crimson armor materialized from nowhere, breaching the Spirit Realm and systematically transferring all the mysteries.
Shin Si-woo methodically examined each of the Japanese delegation members.
As if perceiving something, his eyes narrowed with subtle intensity.
“I have other matters to attend to.”
He delegated diplomatic duties to the government officials and King Sejong, then moved with deliberate purpose toward the Glass Garden of the Central Imperial Palace.
Shin Si-woo’s gaze lingered longest on the Japanese delegation—the half-elf Yuki.
She was a fake.
‘The World Tree has lost its mind.’
Yet Shin Si-woo harbored not a shred of concern.
This was his empire.
He was the absolute master of all Swords.
The authority surrounding the World Tree could never be resolved by a half-elf like Yuki.
‘Besides… if Jesus keeps his promise—.’
Shin Si-woo’s urgency stemmed from another source.
The covenant he had forged with Jesus before.
—I, Jesus Christ, shall protect my brother Shin Si-woo from the machinations of Satan and the Demon Tree.
A bond older than his acquaintance with King Sejong.
Yet it was difficult to call their relationship truly ‘intimate.’
This was an opportunity to discern America’s true intentions.
‘Even after becoming a god and establishing an empire, Jesus remains silent.’
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A half-breed.
Yuki was a half-elf.
Because her human blood ran thick, Yuki had managed to escape the World Tree’s ‘control’ until now.
However, something changed after arriving near the Ruzbella Empire in South Korea.
The crisp, crystalline fragrance of phytoncide shook her consciousness.
Along with a distant euphoria——.
‘Spirit embodiment activation.’
Mystical knowledge seeped into her mind.
The World Tree, hunted across eons.
Knowledge she had acquired to evade that eternal pursuit.
Memories embedded in the World Tree’s roots.
——My child, you are lonely and afraid.
Yuki forgot ‘fear.’
The fear of Si-woo-sama who descended upon this world.
The terror of the Patriot who declared he would purify the Japanese Archipelago with nuclear baptism.
She thought only of one being.
‘Ah….’
Surrounded by vicious Demons, my mother grows, consuming terrible corruption.
The Earth Mother—the World Tree is cast into eternal torment.
‘Mother….’
Yuki followed the World Tree’s voice as though enchanted.
According to the transmitted memories, I crafted a fragment of myself.
With that fragment embedded in the Japanese Delegation, I used the new knowledge of [Spiritification] to dissolve into the Ruzbella Imperial Palace.
‘I must protect my great mother. I will become mother’s nourishment. And that way—.’
I will bring mother out into the world.
Yuki moved with the fervent determination of a Christian martyr.
‘Ah….’
A small sprout appears.
That tiny sprout is this world’s mother.
From above, the Emperor’s majesty and divine authority press down upon the small sprout.
From below, an inviolable barrier blocks the way, preventing roots from spreading.
Trapped with no escape in any direction.
“Ah….”
Mother.
I draw near.
Merely approaching mother—.
Burst!
[The Fire Spirit King evolves.]
[Primordial Spirit—Primeval Flame acquired.]
[The Water Spirit King evolves.]
[Primordial Spirit—Deep Sea Essence acquired.]
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The impossible unfolds.
Without the System’s aid, without need to handle Gates or Calamities.
Simply by drawing near to mother, I gain immense power.
Within that overwhelming exhilaration——.
«In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you, Satan’s Demon Tree, do nothing.»
As if reading a verse from scripture.
Jesus’s solemn voice echoed in Yuki’s ears.
Boom!!!
Her world trembles.
The body scattered into particles by [Spiritification] is forcibly reassembled.
Yuki instantly returned to human form.
And her consciousness fades away.
Kugugugugugun———.
Into the deep Abyss.
Into an endless abyss.
A chasm beyond measure.
And so she beheld an enormous gate.
[Hell Gate]
A colossal gate guarded by a three-headed hound.
Upon its surface were carved moving figures….
Every one of them a familiar face.
This was Hell.
Humanity’s garbage heap, created in the name of Jesus Christ.
Before it stood Jesus, crowned with a pink crown of thorns, his gaze fixed upon Yuki.
“I, Jesus Christ, demand to know. Did you truly dare attempt to save the Satan Demon Tree?”