The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 97

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Chapter 97. The Approaching Calamity (2)
[Tiananmen Square]
“Heave∼ho!!! Heave∼ho!!!”
China, possessing 2.5 billion Communist Party members.
At the command of the great Chairman Tian Hao, 100 million Communist Party members gathered in Tiananmen Square.
Before the wide-open Tiananmen Gate, they transported a colossal egg.
The destination: before the portrait of Mao Zedong that floated in the plaza.
More precisely, the yawning black chasm that sprawled beneath the portrait.
“Ling Ling, what is that place?”
“Ling Ling does not know. However, it is the Party’s effort for 2.5 billion Chinese people.”
“Why is it that all those named Ling Ling seem so… unsettling?”
Approximately 230,000 Ling Lings existed in this place.
There were 260,000 Yang Yangs, 600,000 Li Bing Bings, and 820,000 Xiao Zans.
“I understand simplifying names according to Party principles… but why are all the Ling Lings the only ones acting so strangely?”
The great Party members were granted certain privileges.
It was a benevolence bestowed by the government during the harsh Gate era.
First, Chinese people did not need to study foreign languages.
Because the world’s greatest language—Chinese—could encompass and translate all languages in the world.
Of course, there was the problem that the translation function’s tone was deplorable, yet despite this, it was quite a useful ability for living as one of 2.5 billion cultured Chinese.
“Lately, Ling Ling speaks in that translation tone. Why does she do that when she only uses Chinese?”
The Chinese workers participating in the labor never doubted the Party, even as such questions arose.
“—Sigh, surely the Chairman will handle it well.”
As if it had been implanted.
They naturally moved past such doubts.
“Ling Ling does not know well.”
“Ling Ling is strange. I think so.”
“Ling Ling is not suffering. Do we not live well without eating thanks to the Party’s grace?”
The abnormal reactions of tens of thousands of Ling Lings.
Yet everyone simply accepted it.
The labor continued amid the commotion.
Once again, the colossal egg began to be transported from Tiananmen Gate.
“Heave∼ho! Just a bit more effort!”
High-ranking Communist Party members wearing armbands urged on the mobilized Chinese workers.
“One China, we are all one!”
All with unified hearts.
Ordinary Chinese people directly moved the colossal egg with their own hands.
Thump—. Thump—.
Boom boom! The egg pulsed like a heartbeat.
A round sphere encased in a translucent pinkish membrane.
The Communist Party members grasped the thick blood vessels hanging from the egg’s underside and transported it.
An absurdly, impossibly heavy egg.
A size I could never move alone, but with one hundred million Chinese gathered together, it shifted with remarkable ease.
“One China, we are all one!”
“Is China one? Everyone is Ling Ling.”
The egg moved amid thunderous slogans.
Though strange chants occasionally mixed in, no Chinese laborer cared about such trivialities amid the grueling work.
Hundreds of eggs, each larger than a modest building.
Yet before one hundred million Chinese, they were nothing.
Those hundreds of colossal eggs vanished in an instant.
“Ahhh—. This is China.”
Pride surged through me unbidden.
Was there any moment more thrilling than when humanity overcame its own limits through human effort alone?
This Tiananmen Square was where everyone united to accomplish great deeds.
“We thank the Party members for their dedication, and Chairman Tian Hao has provided just compensation!”
Each person drank a bottle of ‘potion’ distributed by the Party, their faces beaming with contentment as they headed home.
One bottle of this allowed you to go thirty days without food.
It was a high-performance sustenance developed by the government when food shortages emerged from the Gate crisis.
“But what exactly did we move?”
“What was it… the Party had us transport materials for disaster management.”
“Does Ling Ling remember? They were giant eggs. Presumably they were filled with people inside.”
The moment those people left [Tiananmen Square], their memories warped.
A dreamlike sensation washed over them as false memories were implanted.
“We laid the paving stones of Tiananmen Square with our own hands!”
“Does Ling Ling have the memory of replacing paving stones for the 6,666th time? Something feels strange.”
“Really? I only did it a couple times, so it seems you were mobilized unusually often.”
Those eggs they had transported across 6,666 transfers——.
All of them were sent to the [Great Britain Empire].
* * *
“Iris Ruzbella. That is the name.”
I merely spoke the name once.
Without infusing it with ‘power’, only with the purpose of ‘conveying’.
And yet….
Splurt—!!!
Both Seol-ah and President Kang Mu-jin coughed blood simultaneously and collapsed.
They had heard what should never be heard, and unable to bear it, this catastrophe unfolded.
A natural response.
When the human body hears what it should not, it violently rejects it.
‘Nothing critical has occurred.’
Yet there remained concern about harm befalling these two.
Now I——.
‘I can respond to anything whenever it comes.’
It’s thanks to the growth of the Eye.
I can maintain cognition bordering on transcendence at all times.
That’s why I attempted this gamble.
Ssshhh——.
I drew the Aga Sword.
I opened my divine power and used healing force on both of them.
If it had been truly dangerous, I would have summoned Yulia Lanestia immediately to use ‘Absolute Recovery’, but the wounds weren’t that severe.
‘Now it just works.’
I truly feel the fruits of my growth.
Divine power flowing from the sword enveloped both their bodies.
The flesh that had twisted momentarily was restored to its original state.
Since both of them had such unique constitutions, I tried it once, but it seemed they still couldn’t perceive a ‘name’.
Or so I thought—.
“Shin Si-woo, were we just about to die? What kind of pain is this from just a single character ‘I’….”
President Kang Mu-jin said that.
‘They heard one character?’
I glanced at Sister Seol-ah just in case, and goodness!
“I-ri—. I heard two characters. Ow, my head.”
Sister had heard two entire characters.
From the reactions of these two, I gained one certainty.
‘Even if South Korea perishes, these two must be protected as the highest priority.’
They are listeners.
To be precise, they are beings capable of ‘perceiving’ something absolute that transcends humanity.
When I say this, people would think of ominous things like foreign gods or high-ranking demons.
But not all non-human entities are actually evil.
Prime examples would be ‘myself’ and ‘Jesus’.
“It’s a bit much to boast about becoming a non-human entity because I’m a god myself….”
At my explanation, Sister Seol-ah clicked her tongue.
Anyway, what can I do about the truth?
We are the type whose names grow stronger when worshipped because we possess divine essence.
“So there’s no problem with people hearing our names, but there are many other types as well.”
Iris Ruzbella is like that, and so are my other swords.
They all belong to that category of non-human existence.
Moreover, since they originally didn’t belong to Earth, they cannot cross the [World’s Barrier] and remain in my awakened world.
The ones who weaken the manifestation conditions of such beings are Sister Seol-ah and President Kang Mu-jin.
“Both of you are simply people with exceptional qualities of acceptance.”
“But we’re unawakened ordinary people—how is this even possible?”
Perhaps because he’s the President, he poses a rather sharp question.
“Originally, it was humans who summoned foreign gods and demons. Humans with no power whatsoever. It’s the same with how faith created gods.”
Remarkably, foreign deities have far more lenient manifestation conditions than my swords.
When ordinary people commit slightly atrocious acts, they’re sometimes granted the privilege of encountering fragments of these entities.
Or perhaps….
“There are insane foreign deities who embrace anyone as their child if they merely drink their milk.”
“Milk? Wait, surely… is that why ——asked such a question? Ah, why the name?”
The information I’d shared was so significant that multiple questions came flying back simultaneously.
I explained this briefly.
1. It’s a fact that drinking a foreign deity’s milk makes you their child.
2. Hearing Iris Ruzbella’s name and having the right to call her are entirely different matters.
Throughout this world and the entire universe, only I possess the authority to call my swords by name.
“It was fine just now though?”
“That was immediately after hearing it, so you were granted the right to question it then.”
“Your pride in your swords is truly remarkable.”
President Kang Mu-jin clicked his tongue in exasperation.
My sister posed her question from a different angle.
“If mentioning foreign deities causes such trouble, why are you telling us?”
“I’m fine with it.”
My swords are superior entities who’ve slaughtered all such foreign deities.
As their master, I too exist above foreign deities through the authority my swords grant me.
I’m simply remaining silent because others shouldn’t know.
Yet Seol-ah and Kang Mu-jin are acceptable.
Especially since we’re in the Central Imperial Palace of the Ruzbella Empire, aren’t we?
“Given the location’s unique nature, and since you and the President are already people who’ve heard such things—it’s fine for me to speak of my swords’ names, which hold a higher rank.”
“Ahem.”
The President.
His cheekbones ascended toward the heavens.
My sister grimaced as she looked at her father, then posed her question to me.
“That little girl is a higher existence than foreign deities?”
“Of course.”
It would be tedious to explain in detail.
I recounted, however briefly, the exploits my swords had accomplished.
“They are swords who’ve slaughtered every foreign deity and witnessed the world’s end.”
“I, I see….”
To be more precise.
My swords’ rank far exceeds that of mere foreign deities.
Some fool once spouted nonsense claiming my swords were the most atrocious form of foreign deity——.
I killed all of them.
* * *
“Hahaha! You lot will forever lag behind.”
Iris Ruzbella.
A superstar appeared in the Sword Realm.
She spun her body around gleefully, dancing with delight.
All while wielding a long demon spine skewer.
“In many ways, demons are an even more versatile material than mystical essence.”
“My demons perpetually maintain one million in count, and even when destroyed, they regenerate—true immortality in the truest sense. Do not compare them to mere iron.”
Iris Ruzbella narrowed her eyes, glaring at the stubborn dwarf.
‘Just what can I accomplish with demons?’
Internally, I marveled endlessly.
I had thought him a madman who wielded a sword yet insisted it was a hammer.
Yet his skill was absolutely exceptional.
‘With demon hide, I could craft my cloak, and with those bones, skewers like this….’
It was only proper to reward such an outstanding subordinate.
What a delightful mood!
“When I return, I shall bring lamb skewers for your share.”
A female empress is generous by nature.
The reason was truly simple.
“Sword, is it truly the law of the world that a woman must be emperor? The very principle of existence itself?”
Long, long ago.
The young Sword Lord taught me that emperors were originally female.
Ordinarily, supreme beings like Heavenly Demons or Emperors are female—an immutable truth across all ages.
Moreover, a female empress is solitary and cruel.
Yet to just one person, it is permissible to show humanity.
That person is the Sword—.
‘—the Sword Lord who spent eternity with a girl under that guise.’
This is how Iris Ruzbella thinks.
Now it was time to return.
* * *
“I have brought the demon spine skewer.”
A skewer crafted from demon vertebrae.
Yet….
[Demon Bone Sharp Blade]
Just a skewer, yet it bore a name like a proper item.
By feel alone, it far surpassed most swords.
It reached the level of blades wielded by the Imperial Transcendent Knight Order.
“Assemble.”
On impulse, I summoned the knights.
They acted like humans, yet were not human.
They were swords obedient to command.
“Yes! We stand ready to receive your orders.”
I had assigned various missions to the 102 knights under my command.
I rotate through protecting those undergoing natural awakening experiments at the [Gate].
I patrol the border between North Korea and China, checking for anything unusual.
Or I support the South Korean Military’s reconnaissance operations in North Korea and help them conquer unusual [Gates] within North Korean territory.
“I repeat the assigned tasks, and when the Korean government comes asking about officer housing issues, I’ll arrange a space in Sector 3.”
Kang Mu-jin and Seol-ah returned to Seoul.
Using the [Portal] that Yuki had installed in front of the Imperial Palace.
The government was busy with the Japan situation.
“A portal, huh….”
Honestly, the [World Tree]’s abilities themselves are incredibly convenient.
Yuki’s power to traverse space by laying down the Spirit Realm is actually an authority granted from the World Tree.
The World Tree is the entity capable of ‘granting’ such authority.
That’s precisely why it’s dangerous.
“If I kill the World Tree, there’s a possibility it could be born in another world….”
“I think the same way too.”
The World Tree is singular and eternal.
Therefore, it must never be killed.
Because of this principle, the situation became ambiguous—neither one thing nor another.
“If I can’t kill it anyway, I might as well use it well.”
“That’s very much like you, Sword Master.”
I’ve raised my swords the same way.
When I can’t kill something immediately, I either use it well or pit similar entities against each other.
In particular, I quite favor strategies like using one to control another.
“Should I just go ahead with it?”
Wicked thoughts kept creeping in.
Was it because I was approaching Transcendence?
“What are you planning to do?”
Little Iris Ruzbella tilted her head curiously.
Since all my plans had been entertaining, her eyes gleamed with interest.
And I was a Sword Master who had never disappointed her expectations even once.
“I’m going to pit the World Tree against the Foreign Swords.”
“Ah, that sounds incredibly fun!”
Using the World Tree carried enormous risk.
Even my swords never used the World Tree in the successful runs.
And yet….
I had to do it.
‘The problem is whether the World Tree will even listen to me, let alone my swords.’
Stubborn and impossible to negotiate with.
The World Tree was the calamity of every single cycle.
My concerns deepened over how to deal with this inescapable seed of catastrophe.
That was when it happened.
“Huh?”
It seemed something fortunate had happened to Iris Ruzbella.
She made her way toward the window of the Audience Chamber in the Central Imperial Palace.
Her face wore an enchanted expression as she tilted her head this way and that.
“Little girl….”
Iris Ruzbella perched on the windowsill.
It resembled the last time, yet her posture was different.
Somehow, it felt as though she might leap out.
She spoke.
“Little girl, I can finally go all the way to the Glass Garden!”
Iris Ruzbella was bound by the constraints of this world.
She could never leave the Central Imperial Palace.
But that was no longer the case.
‘The World Tree.’
An ominous tree of foreign-god caliber planted in the Glass Garden.
Now Iris Ruzbella could finally face the World Tree directly.
The reason was likely….
‘Because my sister and Kang Mu-jin called its name.’
They had summoned an entity of supreme rank.
The method for doing so was surprisingly simple.
Like this.
Bounce!
Iris Ruzbella
leaped from the Audience Chamber.
“Hahaha! How delightful.”
My blade that slew all things
met the tree that devours all things.

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