The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 378

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 377

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It had been a little over two weeks since the war with the Jade Emperor Palace ended.

Thanks to the witches’ magic and the goblins’ sorcery, the damage was quickly repaired, and funerals for the fallen were held simultaneously.

The number of dead was twenty-seven: eight witches, five goblins, and the rest divers [individuals with unique abilities].

Their funerals were held grandly in the central square of the Sword Clan. They died fighting to protect the Sword Clan, no different from national heroes.

Yuseongwu recited their names one by one, praising their bravery, and compensated their families with a large sum of money.

It was probably enough for three generations to live comfortably without working.

Their names were engraved on a large monument newly erected in the central square, a testament to never forgetting their sacrifice.

And then, compensation was given to those who participated in the war: witches, divers, and goblins, even those from overseas.

“It’s fortunate we didn’t have to call Tsukuyomi.”

“If we had to call upon Tsukuyomi-nim [a respectful title], the Sword Clan would also…”

Inari couldn’t finish her sentence.

Initially, Yuseongwu had considered bringing in Tsukuyomi, but the Sword Clan couldn’t afford the cost of summoning Tsukuyomi.

No matter what anyone said, Tsukuyomi was a deity of Takamagahara [the High Celestial Plain in Japanese mythology]. To manifest him, a divine power of that magnitude was needed, which was a bit burdensome for the Sword Clan.

“Here, take this.”

Yuseongwu threw something towards Inari. She caught the object flying towards her in mid-air and widened her eyes.

“This is…”

What he handed to Inari was the reward for her efforts.

She stared at the arrow in her hand. Made of solid metal, the arrow was heavy, but divers with their strength could shoot it; it was a ‘steel arrow.’

The craftsmanship was excellent, and the metal used was not ordinary iron but had excellent strength and elasticity.

Moreover, the divine power contained in the arrow was a fitting amount for the reward.

“With this much divine power, it seems possible to kill a god.”

“It’s a God-Slaying Arrow. Use it if there’s someone you want to shoot and kill.”

Yuseongwu imbued the arrow with divine power and authority. When making the arrow, he harmoniously combined divine power and the power of Heuksa [likely a reference to dark or chaotic energy], so if it hit, it could probably kill any god.

“Not a bad reward! I’ll shoot if there’s someone to kill.”

“Go ahead. It won’t work on me even if you shoot.”

Yuseongwu said that and waved his hand as if telling her to leave.

Inari pouted and transformed into a fox, carrying the arrow in her mouth as she ran to find Koyuki.

After sending Inari away, Yuseongwu took a deep breath and lightly leaped a few steps to climb onto the rooftop of the Sword Soul Guild Tower.

Many have died.

This land is still intact thanks to their sacrifice and the warriors’ struggle.

Yuseongwu engraved that fact in his mind once again, slowly closed his eyes, and thought about what he had gained this time.

From the Jade Emperor Palace, he had taken weapons and spiritual herbs that were not easily obtainable as compensation: the Four Tiger Execution Sword, the Seven-Branched Sword, and ginseng that was hundreds of years old had fallen into the hands of the Sword Soul.

But the biggest gain of all…

Yuseongwu took out a few items from his chest. Items made of bronze.

None other than the Three Divine Treasures of Dangun [legendary founder of Gojoseon, the first Korean kingdom].

The story was that the Three Divine Treasures returned to the Jade Emperor Palace’s treasury the moment Dangun died.

Anyway, Yuseongwu placed the Three Divine Treasures, which were cracked here and there from the aftermath of the battle, and stared at them. How should he use these?

The Three Divine Treasures still contained Dangun’s immense divine power.

It was a weapon that no one could handle. If one had not reached the level to withstand this much divine power, it would be like giving a bomb to a child.

Then…

“I could melt them all down and make something else.”

The Three Divine Treasures, which were symbols of Korean mythology, were not very useful to him now.

Since there would be no one who could use them properly, it wouldn’t be bad to melt them down and mass-produce weapons imbued with divine power.

If he just handed them over to the Witch Society, they would take care of it.

“Then next…”

Yuseongwu put away the Three Divine Treasures and closed his eyes again.

In this Sword Clan war, he had cut down three great deities. He defeated Dangun head-on, and it seemed like he had only snatched the last hits on the other two…

Anyway, that meant he had achieved great growth. Dangun was the main god of the Korean Peninsula, equal to himself, so he possessed the pure divine power of nature.

In contrast, Maegu and Howang were negative divine powers. It felt the same as when he cut down Daji.

It was power built up by killing and devouring someone.

Therefore, it was not very compatible with Dangun’s divine power, and there was a strong repulsion to absorbing them together.

It was the result of defeating three great deities in a short time. Yuseongwu took a deep breath, combined the divine powers of Howang and Maegu into one, and filtered out the impurities.

What he had to do now was purely increase his divine power. He had to filter and filter as much as possible, accept pure divine power, and increase its purity.

“Hoo.”

And he combined the filtered divine power back into one and slowly absorbed it.

The vessel, which had become larger than before, didn’t even need to store divine power in the Eight Stars like before.

Yuseongwu began the work of merging the divine power in his body with his own divine power through breathing.

The divine power rushing along the meridians led the divine power stored near the heart.

The divine power that had not yet been absorbed began to run after the divine power that had originally roamed his entire body, gradually seeping in.

With each beat of his heart, the divine power in his body fluctuated and increased in size. Yuseongwu realized the magnitude of his increasingly powerful strength and also sensed the changes in the Sword Clan.

Since the Sword Clan was where Yuseongwu reigned as the supreme god and main god, it was directly affected.

The Sword Clan’s barrier, which had begun to operate again, became even more solid, turning into an impregnable fortress that no one could invade.

Everyone in the Sword Clan felt the change. Those who were subordinate to the Sword Clan and those who had faith in Yuseongwu were full of vitality, and a warm energy settled in their hearts.

The world had changed. At the same time, Yuseongwu naturally realized.

“…The time is not far off.”

As his level rose further, his intelligence was imbued with mystery. As his divine power reached even the sky, he realized that the barrier that a human had once set up was about to be completely lifted.

When the barrier was completely lifted, the age of humans would come to an end, and the age of mythology would begin again.

The age of mythology is an age of despair for humans. The gods would wield their power as they pleased, exploiting humans, and humans with no power would have no choice but to obey.

Such an era is undesirable.

Yuseongwu thought that he had to prevent such a world from coming. That was the task given to him.

“No, even if it’s not a mission…”

To protect his world, to protect his family, he would do anything.

He gathered his strength and looked down from the rooftop.

It was a beautiful city.

He could still see places under repair here and there, but…

Seeing many people working together on the restoration seemed to dispel his worries.

After finishing his thoughts, he looked up at the sky.

“…The day the cult leader calls me may be the day the barrier is lifted.”

The time until the barrier is lifted was truly short. It would probably expire within half a year.

The day the barrier is lifted… is the end of the human era, the end of the world.

Yuseongwu summoned Ilsaeng and held it in his hand.

Ilsaeng said.

-…You can do it. You always have. We always have.

“…I believe so too. Like we always have, it’ll end with cutting it down with a sword.”

How far can I cut?

How far can the tip of my sword reach?

Beyond the world, beyond dimensions…

Can I cut everything?

With such thoughts, Yuseongwu began to perform a sword dance on the rooftop.

The sword in his hand drew an arc, cutting through the air. What gathered at the tip of his sword was a red aura.

His aura gradually spread out and covered the entire Sword Clan. People were amazed, looking at the red aurora that suddenly covered the sky.

People who looked at the aurora were suddenly swept away by a strange sensation: something that those living in the Sword Clan should do.

They took up swords.

Branches on the street as swords, rolling wooden blocks as swords.

Steel pipes and baseball bats as swords, and those with nothing held up their hand blades.

People freely swung their swords. Some were clumsy because they were holding a sword for the first time, but at some point, the movements of the people swinging their swords became consistent.

First Form.

Second Form.

Third Form.

Refined movements.

The swords they held were all different, but their movements were all the same.

From the sky to the ground, from the earth to the sky.

The Sword Clan’s swordsmanship, to cut down their enemies and protect their bodies, was transmitted to the people following the sword dance that Yuseongwu performed.

In a scene like a flash mob, people laughed joyfully and swung their swords.

The cohesion of the community inevitably leads to an increase in level. The moment people began to swing their swords with the same movements, the level of the Sword Clan began to rise more than ever.

Yuseongwu’s sword dance continued for a long time, until everyone in the Sword Clan sweated and swung their swords.

And soon, Yuseongwu finished his sword dance, putting away his sword. He took a deep breath, stuck Ilsaeng on the rooftop, and watched the scene he had created.

“…At least they’ll be able to protect themselves.”

Yuseongwu had just created swordsmanship.

He created swordsmanship by compiling his martial arts so that anyone could protect their body when the age of mythology came.

Swordsmanship consisting of easy basics that can be raised to a certain level even without talent.

The swordsmanship that he forcibly instilled in people would increase the solidarity of the Sword Clan and raise their level at the same time.

That alone would reduce the mortality rate in the Abyss.

“But the Abyss will disappear soon…”

When the barrier is lifted and the gods come down to earth again, the gaps between dimensions will be filled, and the Abyss will disappear.

Yuseongwu decided to inform his acquaintances of that fact in advance. Because if the Abyss disappears, all Abyss-related businesses will plummet.

In particular, Yujiwoo’s Meteor Industries, which does business with Abyss byproducts, would suffer a great blow.

“I’m going to be very busy.”

Yuseongwu spat out those words and then chuckled in disbelief.

When wasn’t he busy?

He would be able to rest fully only after everything was over.

As he stretched, Ilsaeng, who had already transformed into a human form, was also stretching next to him. Because that appearance was so cute, Yuseongwu picked up Ilsaeng and laughed out loud.

Now really, the world was approaching its end.

“…Please take care of me until the end, Ilsaeng.”

“Trust me. I’ll cut everything down. Your enemy is my enemy.”

It was a more trustworthy statement than anything else.