The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93. Advanced Nation (1)
——Space.
Once, tens of millions of artificial satellites orbited Earth, gleaming more brilliantly than the Milky Way itself.
Space W’s Starlink, connecting Earth twenty-four hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year.
The tens of millions of satellites that illuminated the night sky had lost their light.
Now they were merely space debris.
“Hmm.”
A man lay nestled among the space debris.
His posture appeared languid and at ease.
Though he seemed indolent, his eyes blazed with fierce intelligence.
‘I’ve tried everything possible….’
Elon Musk, self-proclaimed possessor of humanity’s greatest intellect.
He gazed down at the darkened Earth, lost in endless contemplation.
‘I’m going mad wanting to tweet.’
He would return to Earth.
But not yet.
‘I am the only human outside Earth.’
I am observing all of humanity except myself.
Even Jesus never accomplished this.
I’m driven to madness wanting to boast of this magnificent sight.
The impulse is far too intense.
‘Without Jesus, I cannot maintain control.’
His obsession was extraordinary.
Once fixated on something, he absolutely had to see it through.
Thanks to that, he could work one hundred twenty hours a week while building Tesla.
How many enterprises had he built over his lifetime?
‘Tesla, Space W, Starlink, and countless others.’
He who was believed to become humanity’s first trillionaire——.
‘Had been utterly ruined.’
Elon Musk was a pauper.
After the Gate incident, the entire foundation of his enterprises had vanished.
Yet he had awakened.
[Transformation]
A bizarre ability to change the world.
Originally, Elon was not a transcendent.
But he transformed himself——evolving like a transcendent.
Thus he wielded power in reality.
‘Those were longing days.’
Elon recalled the past.
Those days when he and former President Donald worked to ensure humanity’s survival.
Those experiments from back then flicker through my mind.
—Modifying the laws of the world like temporary variables.
—Colonizing the brain to transform thousands of humans into a single distributed node.
It was the work of converting humanity itself into a supercomputer to resurrect the vanished AI.
—Through dehumanization, relocating ordinary people into the interior of the Gate to make them residents of the Gate.
If only Jesus hadn’t discovered it.
I could have accomplished anything.
It’s a shame, really.
‘Ah, I’m dying to tweet.’
The stray thoughts fade away.
A singular purpose embeds itself intensely into his mind.
On American soil, blessed by Jesus, he maintained perfect mental clarity, yet….
‘Please!!!’
Elon Musk struggled to control his desires.
Nothing in the world mattered in this moment.
Only one post on X.
That alone would satisfy him.
“WorldNet.”
It worked fine when I was on Earth, but now it’s dead and won’t function.
That petty bastard Jesus stripped me of everything.
When you think about it, I played no small role in the creation of WorldNet—.
“Status window.”
Whoosh!
[MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN.]
The ‘corrupted’ status window I created with Trump, who went to Hell.
This one’s dead too.
“Just one post!!!”
Elon Musk shouted while staring at the status window.
He believed that the System, which always claimed to act for humanity, would at least be watching over him.
“The System exists everywhere and nowhere. Much like simulation theory, really.”
It exists the moment I perceive it.
At least, that’s what Elon Musk believes.
‘….’
Still no response.
“For a System that ignored the Earth-to-Mars migration project—.”
Hmph.
Elon turned his gaze away.
If he returned without managing even a single tweet, the entire world would surely mock him.
—That idiot came back after wasting time alone in space?
—Typical of a fool. He should’ve fallen to Hell like Trump.
That would not do.
Was I not Elon Musk himself?
So I suppressed my rage.
——Baaaaaaa.
A sheep bleated in the middle of the universe.
Having dwelt in this desolate world for years on end, it was only natural that I would hear things.
In fact, I had heard Jesus’s voice as an auditory hallucination countless times before.
So I ignored it.
——Baaaaaaa.
Hmm?
My head tilted.
Elon’s mind was the pinnacle of humanity.
Having heard it twice, I could grasp its true nature.
‘How peculiar.’
The bleating of a sheep.
And remarkably endearing at that.
Baaaaaaa————.
A hallucination materialized before me.
A fluffy black sheep floating alone in the universe.
Blurred at first glance, it appeared soft and adorable.
‘It is not fur—those are tentacles.’
Examined closely, it was grotesque.
Long, freshwater eel-like tentacles intertwined and twisted, mimicking the appearance of wool.
‘That is….’
Elon Musk heard the sheep’s voice.
Upon perceiving it, I understood.
“Are you saying that if I shared the same mother as you, I too would become omnipotent?”
︙
I deliberated for a long while.
The sheep’s bleating seduced me, and I resisted it.
I knew what that thing was.
Yet I would never acknowledge it.
Still, an intense compulsion bewitched me.
───Baaaa!!!
“Hmm, you’re asking me to become your biological child?”
I focused on its ‘proposal’ rather than its ‘existence’.
To have a mother like the black sheep.
In other words, I would become a sheep.
‘If I transformed similarly to that creature, what advantages would I gain?’
I could manage at least one post on X right away.
I would gain power so formidable that I could pierce through the [Dimensional Barrier] engulfing Earth and restore [WorldNet].
However, the side effects were unmistakable.
‘If I transform into a yang entity, I cannot prove that this world is a simulation.’
The X posting was merely a short-term objective.
My ultimate goal was humanity’s migration to Mars, with the intermediate goal being to prove simulation theory.
“If you become an entity like that, unfortunately you won’t be able to pursue the world’s truths.”
So I refused.
Had I been on Earth, I might have accepted.
But not now.
Rather than become something inhuman….
It was better to remain human.
So I asked.
“What do you think? Isn’t this enough to deserve belonging to the world again?”
I felt a gaze upon me.
Elon recited the enlightenment he had gained in space.
A kind of self-promotion.
“I’ve discovered a method to enhance human awakening abilities through series or parallel connections. It’s different from what Trump and I were doing. This is the real deal!”
This was advantageous from Earth’s perspective.
Whoosh!
[WorldNet]
As expected, the System existed only when I observed it.
“I promise to make just one post and return to Earth.”
Elon nodded eagerly, his hands moving frantically.
Click!
He captured a photograph of the darkened Earth.
Then he wrote.
[All of humanity except me is contained within my eyes.]
—Ep. 31 Developed Nations
Jesus sent me a WorldNet message.
[GOD1: Brother, the connection is down. I never thought there’d be an entity forcing Jesus Christ himself to send WorldNet chat messages.]
It seemed I had indeed grown stronger—Jesus could no longer whisper into my ear at will.
Had I overexerted myself when piercing through dimensions?
Contrary to his nature, he chose WorldNet chat as our means of communication.
[GOD2: Is something wrong?]
[GOD1: A massive crisis will befall the United States.]
A massive crisis.
Yet the subject was not “the world” but “the United States.”
That must be because of Elon Musk’s tweet.
‘So that broad-scale WorldNet terrorist is making a comeback.’
For whatever reason.
Elon Musk possessed the power to forcibly broadcast his messages to an indiscriminate multitude.
Looking back at the past….
[Elon Musk: We replace the technological prowess humanity has accumulated with human capability. The computational processing power of the brain is——.]
Essentially, he scattered his thoughts about like that, indiscriminately.
There was the minor problem that he actually “implemented” those thoughts, but from South Korea’s perspective, he felt more like a comment terrorist.
Of course, now that I’ve transcended, I think differently about it.
‘Elon is clearly a risk.’
If I have the World Tree, then Jesus has Elon Musk.
That’s the part we promised to cover for each other.
Who would shoulder a risk without insurance?
[GOD1: Something terrifying is happening to the extent that the world is allowing Elon’s return!]
I heard earlier that Elon was caught by Jesus while scheming something grotesque.
He modified unawakened humans into beings optimized for Gates, and made human brains function like computers, claiming he’d revive the defunct AI industry?
‘If Elon had been Chinese….’
Just like the hypothetical scenario when the World Tree was planted in China.
A catastrophe beyond humanity’s capacity to endure might have been born.
I offered Jesus words of reassurance.
[GOD2: When the next Sword manifests, I’ll do my best to ensure we can live on American soil.]
The reasons to summon my Swords sooner keep multiplying.
At this rate, South Korea, the United States, Japan, Europe, and so on.
It seems I’ll need to station one Sword in each region of Earth.
‘Yet, no proper calamity has even arrived….’
Just one person.
Just one tree.
This is the reality where I must create such a commotion over these things.
“Ahem.”
Around then, I heard a presence.
King Sejong, who had been waiting for me this whole time.
“Have you finished discussing everything with that Jesus?”
When I returned to the conference room of the First Palace, King Sejong was the only person remaining in this space.
Why did he deliberately wait for me alone?
I had much to say in various ways, but I asked what I was most curious about first.
“Where’s the Patriot?”
The Patriot, who had been snoring away, had disappeared.
“He went along to the negotiation between the Japanese Delegation and the government.”
“He moved the venue?”
“He wanted to lead the conference from the Aircraft Carrier.”
The Patriot’s Aircraft Carrier is the best place to pressure Japan.
For that single reason alone, he changed the venue of the talks.
“Is there no way to put the Patriot to sleep for year-long intervals?”
“Kekeke—. Such a task would be exceedingly difficult with my abilities.”
I listened as he briefly recounted the events that had transpired.
While I was conversing with Jesus, the Patriot had awakened and caused quite the commotion.
And King Sejong had soothed the Patriot.
That was the extent of it.
“He grew furious upon hearing the contents of our negotiations.”
The plan to relocate the South Korean Military to the Ruzbella Empire.
“When I explained that we would strengthen the military at no cost, he became quite satisfied. Do not worry yourself.”
“That is a relief.”
He surely hadn’t waited for me merely to discuss this matter.
I asked him directly.
“What is the matter, Your Majesty?”
“Min-jung is deeply afraid.”
“Hunminjeongeum?”
“Yes.”
Why would a pseudo-AI feel fear?
The blessing bestowed upon South Korea—Hunminjeongeum possessed authority equivalent to a divine miracle, having been granted access to the System itself.
Which meant….
“It must be because of Elon Musk.”
“And who might that be?”
I explained him to the king.
King Sejong’s eyes widened in shock, and he fell silent.
After a long pause.
“You mean to say that Elon Musk is an AI… and used the people’s brains as tools to create a being like Min-jung?”
“Yes.”
“Indeed, the Patriot… and the United States are not without reason.”
Anti-Japanese, anti-Chinese, anti-American sentiment.
The Patriot had his own justifications.
“Jesus and I will handle the Elon matter well, so please do not worry yourself.”
I felt that my internal affinity with King Sejong had risen considerably, and it seemed the same was true for him.
He was delighted, saying that mere words alone brought him reassurance.
“Shall we be on our way now?”
Yet it seemed King Sejong still had more to say.
He remained standing in place, regarding me intently.
Somehow, this felt like the true matter at hand.
“I have something to say regarding China.”
His concerns about China were so grave that he poured forth a torrent of thoughts.
“Their history runs deep and dark. Moreover, it is endlessly sinister.”
He continued, saying that China’s cultivation of its own demons could never be overlooked.
But would our problems be solved simply by tearing down the Great Wall of China and marching through?
“There is a high probability that one billion Chinese people actually exist.”
Given how they’re recklessly unleashing demons like Yeokcheon and others, it’s highly likely that ‘genuine’ entities exist within that number.
“Genuine ones….”
“They are things whose very names must not be spoken.”
Even if it were King Sejong himself.
One must never reveal the names of foreign entities, high-ranking demons, or demon gods.
Unless they’re something like the Eye, where the concept is already firmly established, it’s better to keep hidden those kinds of beings that arrive the moment you become aware of them.
“I shall ask no further.”
True to his reputation for brilliance, he nodded immediately.
He even added that he wouldn’t mention it to the Patriot, so I needn’t worry.
And….
“So that’s why you’re trying to materialize something like the Imperial City. You’re also attempting to ease the conditions that draw absolute beings to you.”
King Sejong was far too perceptive.
Because of that, I liked him even more.
“That is correct.”
Just moments before.
The instant King Sejong realized this.
I heard a whisper from my sword.
⦗Young lady, I can finally return to the Sword Master’s side!⦘
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I postponed summoning Iris Ruzbella for a bit longer.
Wasn’t this the moment when the Korea-Japan agreement regarding the Japanese Emperor was being concluded?
I headed to the Operations Room of the Aircraft Carrier together with King Sejong.
And I heard something shocking.
“In other words….”
What the Japanese Government requested from our government was—.
“Are you saying Japan will become a colony of South Korea?”
Why?
I stared intently at Kang Mu-jin and Seol-ah.
Even without asking directly, both of them seemed to read my gaze and turned to the Japanese Prime Minister with expressions of bewilderment.
With these two here, how could things be unfolding this way?
“Hey! Those bastards did it, so why can’t we?”
The Patriot, who had been silent until now, suddenly shouted.
I thought he was subtly avoiding me because of what happened with Iris Ruzbella, but it seems he couldn’t hold back his frustration.
From the nuance of it, it doesn’t seem like colonization was decided from the start.
‘Originally… did they hope for something more like a tributary state or vassalage?’
Probably, the Japanese Government made such a request.
And the Patriot likely insisted that it had to be colonization or nothing at all.
Just as I suspected.
“It was our side’s demand. To be precise, it wasn’t that we were asking to become a colony….”
The Japanese Prime Minister trailed off, his expression troubled.
We had slain the Japanese Emperor and embraced the possibility of the Korean Empire.
It seemed we were to obtain Japan as the symbol of our first imperial transformation.
“Please, I beg you—drop the term ‘colony’ and call us a vassal state instead….”
“I’m not changing it!”

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