The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95. Developed Nations (3)
“Jesus Christ!!! Our great America has been completely pushed out of the leadership of developed nations.”
Elon Musk was imprisoned in the Church immediately after his return.
The moment Elon crossed the [Dimensional Barrier] that had protected Earth, Jesus, who was waiting, confined him with the light of judgment and dragged him straight to the Church.
“Jesus, how am I supposed to accept that our America is not first?”
Bound to the cross, Elon began lodging an enormous protest against Jesus.
The moment he returned, he checked WorldNet first.
He felt exhilaration watching countless people react to his tweets, and he burned with rage at the reality of his homeland—America—which had not advanced a single step in his absence.
And….
“Didn’t an AI emerge from that tiny South Korean land? I warned you! In the end, even in the Gate era, the nation that wields powerful artificial intelligence will seize hegemony!!!”
South Korea.
That small nation that a single Patriot had been manipulating.
Had actually created an AI.
They had even given it the name [Hunminjeongeum] and distributed it to the entire population.
“It’s irreversible now. An AI trained on 45 million South Korean citizens will transcend all of humanity’s intellect and seek to dominate the world.”
Jesus, looking at Elon, exhaled a long sigh.
If he had searched WorldNet, there was no way he wouldn’t understand how the world was turning.
‘He must have only looked at what pleased him.’
Jesus felt conflicted at his unchanging nature.
Elon Musk would never change, no matter what happened to the world.
But that mad consistency of his was always so reliable….
“Behold. And feel.”
Jesus no longer attempts to persuade.
He had learned from observing Shin Si-woo.
One simply exercises overwhelming power and forcibly ‘injects’ the truth.
Just as he had injected courtesy into that Patriot.
Zzzziiing———.
Jesus’s long fingers glow with golden light.
His fingertip touches Elon’s forehead.
And then.
South Korea.
The second transcendent.
The stirring of the Demon, the upheaval of the world.
A million Demons ravage Japan and Korea.
Korea devours Chinese territory—North Korea.
An empire is established on Pyongyang soil, an imperial city built, and imperialism is proclaimed.
Grotesque things descend from China, and three million Chinese are fed to the Demons.
A series of scenes are forcibly injected into Elon’s mind.
Vivid images as though he had experienced them directly.
Elon understood.
“A Demon. A terrible evil has been born into this world. A monster that proclaims an empire in this age and devours humans like livestock….”
My meager methods—using my brain as a computational processor—cannot possibly contend with such a horrific calamity.
“A lunatic monster ruling a nation? Korea, no less! Such cruelty must be why they developed AI.”
The experiments I conducted with Trump pale in comparison to the work of a true master.
Elon Musk clicked his tongue as he witnessed the ‘genuine’ article in action.
Things I had never even imagined.
“Elon, that Demon’s master is on our side. Let me restore your memory properly.”
Jesus’s power flows into Elon’s mind.
A crackling shock reverberates through my consciousness.
Jesus transmitted information directly to Elon, embedding ‘common sense’ within it.
“Ah! So the master of the Swords that command the Demon has become the world’s second god and seeks to transcend even America’s spiritual supremacy.”
Elon Musk.
He is utterly devoted to America.
“And this Patriot has developed AI…. I could create one too if you gave me eighty thousand death row inmates—.”
“Elon.”
Jesus tilts his head slightly.
“Ahem, my apologies.”
Elon flinches.
Jesus had always been kind.
But seeing him after so long, he’s become terrifying.
I hear he’s single-handedly dealt with countless calamities, so even that compassionate Jesus can become ruthless.
“Elon, do you have a plan? Something I could approve of?”
Elon smiles brightly.
“I’ve realized something in space. By connecting humans in series and parallel, we can maximize their awakening!”
With my [Transformation], it would certainly be possible.
That’s what Elon claimed.
Jesus began considering sending him to Hell, and Elon, sensing the murderous intent, added quickly:
“It’s a method that never compromises human dignity. Jesus, you needn’t worry.”
It was a proposal that could dramatically enhance America’s military strength.
“You see it too, don’t you? If things continue like this, all humans except Transcendents will die.”
You see it too.
Those words carried profound weight.
‘That thing from the universe.’
The lamb that wept before Elon.
The grotesque black lamb made of tentacles.
However, Elon’s brilliant mind ensured he would never speak of it aloud.
Jesus also offered no response.
Only….
“Ah, just one favor, Jesus.”
Elon made his request.
“I wish I could erase the memories of that.”
* * *
I stood in the Central Imperial Palace.
Before welcoming Yuki, who would soon return from pouring the Holy Grail upon the World Tree, I summoned Iris Ruzbella.
Zzzziiing———.
The space above the crimson throne split open.
The dimensional rift tore apart at a speed far greater than before.
From within emerged the petite form of Iris Ruzbella, her blood-red dress billowing dramatically.
She greeted me with elegant grace and settled into the chair beside me.
“I would be most delighted if you made this girl more famous!!!”
Such was her desire.
For all humanity to know of her existence.
To gradually dissolve into the world and establish herself with ever-greater clarity.
“Is the Sword Realm not to your liking?”
“This girl fears the jealousy of the other swords.”
Something must have transpired within the Sword Realm.
I cannot perceive the affairs that occur within that realm.
So I could only infer the situation from her words.
“That hideous dwarf keeps stealing this girl’s demons, and that foolish Saint schemes to escape outside and seize this girl’s opportunities.”
“What of Reinhardt?”
“That old man just broods alone, doing nothing but training.”
I knew my swords’ temperaments very well.
So I filtered her words through that understanding.
‘They seem to be getting along well enough.’
There was only one detail worth noting.
‘Reinhardt has locked himself in the Wall-Facing Training Chamber.’
He seemed quite disheartened.
The greater his sense of loss, the more obsessively he devoted himself to training.
For now, I would prioritize reaching out to Reinhardt.
“Can this girl continue to appear?”
From the moment I conceived of building the Imperial Palace, I had intended to put her front and center.
So I offered her reassuring words.
“I’ll introduce you to government officials soon.”
The people of South Korea were said to be quite adaptable.
Yet the time was still too premature for them to accept the existence of Iris Ruzbella.
“Will I meet the citizens?”
“Let’s postpone that for now.”
It would be best to wait until the people properly understood what an empire truly was before preparing something like a national address.
Still, it would be wise for key government figures to know beforehand.
People like Kang Mu-jin and Seol-ah—those with unwavering resolve.
“I also wish to meet those two. Especially that daughter.”
“Hm?”
“No, I meant the woman.”
Originally, Iris Ruzbella had a tendency to accelerate suddenly.
Compared to Sword Raising, she was now as docile as a lamb, so I saw no reason to comment on it.
As we exchanged these trivial pleasantries, I sensed a presence approaching from afar.
Grass rustling as someone made their way from the Glass Garden before the Imperial City toward this place.
“An elf, then.”
Iris Ruzbella narrowed her eyes.
“Do not kill her.”
“I understand well.”
Yuki, the Japanese transcendent, had been granted a single opportunity.
To sprinkle a poisoned chalice upon the World Tree and return.
“That chalice contained the power of a god in abundance.”
It was a toxin potent enough for even Iris Ruzbella to acknowledge.
Jesus’s arrangement to bind the World Tree—absolute and immutable—to the laws of Earth through poison that transcends immunity.
“The question is whether it will actually drink it….”
Shortly after, Yuki arrived at the Audience Chamber.
She bowed before us and spoke.
“Yuki has repented.”
The operation—to drop the poisoned chalice upon the World Tree—had succeeded.
It was a statement I could scarcely believe.
“The World Tree actually drank it?”
“Y-yes, Mother said she truly wishes only to live, and will obey whatever is asked of her.”
One must never trust the World Tree’s promises.
Yet the fact that it consumed the poisoned chalice imbued with Jesus’s power was nonetheless astonishing.
“So it’s true.”
Iris Ruzbella also confirmed the truth.
‘What is she thinking?’
I observed the Half-Elf Yuki through my Eye.
Iris Ruzbella likewise gazed upon Yuki with crimson eyes.
And thus we came to understand….
“The World Tree has gone mad.”
“Indeed it has.”
In this world, only the Half-Elf Yuki carries the bloodline of the elves.
Yet the World Tree had poured everything into that single being.
“She now bears ten ancient spirits and possesses every sinister natural force imaginable.”
Powers that only the guardians of the World Tree—those called High Elves—should wield.
They now dwelled within the Half-Elf.
Indeed, in this lifetime, the World Tree intends to use Yuki as its proxy.
So I’ll ask you this.
“What does the World Tree wish to say through you?”
The World Tree spoke thus.
—Master of those terrible blades that have slain me across eons.
—I, the World Tree, Mother Goddess of the Earth, beseech you.
—Please, I beg you, let me live.
She said this.
—I will prove my purity.
But I do not believe her.
“I’ve already fallen for the same pattern about thirty times.”
It’s too late now to prove purity.
The World Tree and I have traveled far too long a road together.
* * *
The Japanese Delegation decided to stay in Seoul for a few days while touring the city.
From the looks of it, they seemed intent on never returning at all.
“Senior, why are you making me go to Japan alone?”
In this interim, the Korean Government and the Transcendents discussed “colonial establishment.”
Leading the first conversation were myself, a Transcendent, and Patriot.
“Since Patriot advocated for colonization, isn’t this fitting?”
Patriot had a subtly sharp edge to him.
“No, I feel like I’m bearing the entire burden while normalizing those Japanese bastards on my own?”
Japan faced a situation where it had to normalize all manner of problems—political, economic, Gates, and more.
Moreover, weren’t the Japanese Hunters trying to establish a “Hunter Association” to antagonize the government?
I had no time to concern myself with such matters.
“Patriot, were those not the Japanese who once ravaged our homeland? It is only fitting that you, who drape yourself in the Taegeuk flag and symbolize patriotism, normalize that land yourself.”
King Sejong stepped forward.
“The fallen heroes of our homeland, who departed before us, will surely marvel at your deeds. To erase the remnants of that Japanese Empire and restore the Korean Empire as proof—.”
To legitimately declare the [Korean Empire], symbolic figures like Patriot and King Sejong had to step forward directly.
Patriot agreed passionately with those words and declared he would take action.
It was a tremendous relief.
‘I need to repay the debt for the Eye I received from Iris.’
Patriot could work even harder.
Had he not received the [Resident Registration Certificate] of Cheonsal-seong, which guarantees eternal life?
In Iris’s world, fanatics overflowed—so many that they would willingly become food for Demons just for the chance to obtain that single document.
“We establish the Tower under your name, and I decide the Tower’s name—is that our agreement?”
“Agreed.”
The next issue was the procedure for when Japan became a vassal state.
Even if the Japanese Government made demands, we couldn’t simply make them a colony at our whim.
The world’s governing force remains the [System] for now.
‘Administrative matters should be left to the government.’
This is a matter for our government’s Kang Mu-jin to handle.
Since he became President just after noon….
“What are your thoughts, President Kang Mu-jin?”
“Ahem—.”
Kang Mu-jin’s sharp eyes curved like crescents, radiating unmistakable joy.
When he smiled, his eyes resembled his sister’s somewhat….
‘Former President Lee Seok-hyun, resting in his coffin, would have been delighted to witness this sight.’
From a perpetual vice-prosecutor to President—a transcendent evolution.
How auspicious an occasion this was.
“Unfortunately, it would be difficult to formally declare colonization at this moment. The sentiments of the Japanese people differ greatly from those of Korea….”
Now that he had become President, he even employed formal honorifics in official settings.
In any case, the crux of his words was that something the System would recognize must exist for Japan to be formally integrated into Korea.
If we resorted to brute force like India or Vietnam had, all existing benefits would vanish entirely.
We needed to proceed with patience and deliberation.
‘What truly matters is expanding the Empire’s territory.’
Expanding the Ruzbella Empire.
In doing so, we would eventually be able to create territories symbolizing other Swords.
At least, this was the correct direction.
The situation seemed to be settling into place.
In that sense—.
“I believe it would be fitting if everyone exchanged greetings. I would like to introduce the second master of this Ruzbella Empire.”
It seemed like the right moment to introduce Iris Ruzbella.
The Patriot had already met her.
It would be beneficial for our government officials to become acquainted with her as well.
She had desired it, after all.
* * *
[Central Imperial Palace]
A space imbued with the Emperor’s solemn majesty.
An ordinary person would have their body torn asunder by the overwhelming pressure.
However, Shin Si-woo suppressed the majesty with his ‘divine power’.
To protect both Kang Mu-jin and Kang Seol-ah, ordinary mortals though they were.
Yet even so, the two trembled as they bowed their heads before the imperial throne where Iris Ruzbella sat.
“A peculiar woman indeed.”
Iris Ruzbella regarded Kang Seol-ah with eyes alight with intrigue.
At first, she had dismissed her as a mere fly hovering about the Sword Master’s side.
But upon closer inspection, profound fascination stirred within her.
“A bold woman who bears an immense destiny, yet defiantly ignores it.”
Iris’s [Eye] perceived it.
She had grasped the essence of Kang Seol-ah.
“You hear me, do you not?”
Kang Seol-ah fell silent.
‘Something that draws near the moment you perceive it.’
That was the true nature of the ‘sound’ Kang Seol-ah had confirmed.
Just like that sound, Iris Ruzbella was also an existence that drew inexorably closer ‘the moment one perceived her’.
Yet Iris was far more colossal and terrifying than mere sound.
——A star of death, she is.
Kang Seol-ah heard an auditory hallucination.
In that same instant, she witnessed a scene.
Upon a desolate planet shrouded in silence, a woman drenched in crimson blood danced alone with a sword.
It was Iris Ruzbella.
Obscured by a veil of red shadow, she could not discern her exact form….
“You dare attempt to measure her?”
Then Iris revealed her displeasure.
This woman rejected power and pursued an ordinary life.
Yet she had ‘done something’.
How presumptuous indeed.
“I-I’m terribly sorry.”
Kang Seol-ah had glimpsed a fragment of the Empress.
Iris Ruzbella was a being beyond humanity.
An inescapable calamity of the world.
To have witnessed even that fragment—.
——Meeeeeeeee!!!
It became justification to move another inhuman entity.
Kang Seol-ah heard a strange sound.
It was the voice of an adorable lamb.
And yet….
‘M-my ears—.’
Blood flowed from Kang Seol-ah’s ears.
Her ears throbbed with agonizing pain.
Then the Empress spoke.
“Be silent.”
Thud———.
The ‘sound’ that had been ceaselessly turbulent within Kang Seol-ah ceased.

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