The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 477

282. Calling the Name of God

Gods have no name.

Or, to be precise, they abandon their names when they descend into dimensions other than their own.

This act signified relinquishing the power they inherently possessed and served as a promise not to inflict harm upon the master of that dimension.

But why would such a promise be necessary?

Perhaps because trust among the gods is nonexistent, necessitating rules like these promises.

They are enemies constantly seeking to exploit each other.

In the end, it was merely a precarious promise that could be broken at any moment, but the stakes were so high that it had been maintained until now.

Something no god should ever do.

This rule, passed down since the beginning of time, was now being broken.

“Rakshumu…!!!”

The first god, the man, called her name. He belatedly shut his mouth, his face paling as he realized his mistake, but it was too late to regret it.

“Was she that precious to you? The tenth is merely a being born to fill the vacant seat of a god, and you were simply bound together by the order of circulation… Could it be that human emotions have mingled through the act? In a being called a god? It’s a waste of the name ‘first,’ the one born earliest from the rift.”

“……You!!!”

Yula spoke coldly to the man.

“Having the tenth conceive a new god to place in the Lord’s vacant seat is possible by anyone, not just you. Why do you think the creations were divided by gender? It’s precisely because they are only halves. We, as gods, don’t need to make such distinctions.”

Her face transformed into the angular face of a man, then reverted to her original appearance.

“It’s merely a matter of preference. But you all acted as if you were something special, engaging in something called love. Isn’t that utterly ridiculous?”

“Kugh!!”

Yula gripped the man’s neck.

“Without even knowing that the end is destruction.”

“Kuaaaaaaa……!!!”

The man’s once-robust, muscular body began to thin as if it were vanishing.

“Calling the name of another god is a violation of the rules. According to the primordial rules, all your power will be extinguished.”

She wore a bitter smile.

“So… be consumed by me. That is the last duty you can fulfill as the first.”

“D, damn it!!”

The man shouted, clutching Yula’s arm with trembling hands.

“Don’t worry. Even if you were consumed by that human emotion and developed special feelings for the tenth, I will never blame you. Rather, I acknowledge you both. Thanks to you, both you and the tenth will become the foundation for me.”

“What……?”

“To borrow human words, I would say this to the dying: I will send the tenth to your side so you won’t be lonely, so go ahead and wait.”

“Kuaaaa!! Yula……!!!!!!”

The man screamed at those words and threw a punch. But his frail arm, with nothing but skin and bones as if he hadn’t eaten a proper meal, didn’t inflict any impact on her.

“Well, we who were born with the creation of dimensions know better than anyone what lies beyond annihilation, so I know that this consolation is just absurd nonsense.”

Yula’s sword pierced the man’s neck.

Red blood gushed from his mouth, and the man, who was trying to say something, could only gape as the blood flowed backward.

“Ah…… No!!!!!”

A sharp scream was heard.

Tears streamed down Rakshumu’s eyes, and she shook her head frantically as she cried out.

“Kugh?!”

Her upper body swayed violently, and in that gust, Miliana’s blade grazed her neck, leaving a cut and drawing blood.

Surprised by the sudden situation, Miliana, who was holding the sword, retreated as if startled.

In that gust, Rakshumu ran towards the man.

“Damn it……!!”

Miliana tried to lunge to catch her fleeing, but at that moment, Jarka Hoch, who was with Kay Rothschild, blocked her.

[Just let her go.]

“Why? If we’re not careful, Yula might absorb that god’s power too!”

[Even so, at least leave her alone for now.]

Sensing that Jarka Hoch’s voice was different from usual, Miliana could guess the reason.

Before being the master of the City of the Wraiths, Jarka Hoch was the one who guarded Ariel Wood, where Elvenheim, the Elven sanctuary, was located.

He was the last descendant and queen of the Tinuviel family, the head of Elvenheim, Fürrel, whom he couldn’t forget, and he had spent his years in the castle with illusions until he met Khalil, so he could empathize with the pain of separation more than anyone else.

“Humans all die. No matter how much you love and want to be together forever, mortals are powerless before time. Is it any different for gods? If you’re going to say they’re powerless before annihilation because they live forever, then look at the deeds those bastards have committed against us because they don’t know death!!”

The soldiers who were dying as disasters repeated.

Miliana shouted as if emphasizing that the reason she could stand here now was because of their blood.

“I don’t intend to give gods special treatment. In my eyes, they’re just enemies to be cut down.”

[…….]

“There is no one without a reason in this world. Even a beggar on the street has a story in their heart. Even so, what will you do for that beggar?”

Jarka Hoch closed his mouth.

Miliana turned her head as if she didn’t need to hear his answer anymore.

[Imagine you lost Khalil. Would you still feel the same way?]

“No, I wouldn’t.”

She answered with her back turned.

“I’ll kill that bastard before that happens. And isn’t that why you guys drew your swords too? Don’t think about the possibility of losing him.”

Paat-!!!

Miliana’s voice, as she sprinted, was heard as if scattered.

“Because that won’t happen. So, make your position clear. We are not great beings who can show generosity to gods, so all we can give is a blade.”

“S, stop……!!!”

Miliana raised her sword behind Rakshumu’s back as she ran. The first god, who was watching the scene, struggled to shout even though he was lying at Yula’s feet.

Puk-

Miliana’s blade pierced the tenth god, Rakshumu’s, back, piercing through the center of her chest.

“Cough……!! Keoeok……!!”

Rakshumu’s back arched like a bow.

“Cough……”

The tenth god, who had exhausted all her power by conceiving a new god, had no power like a mere woman and collapsed helplessly under Miliana’s sword without even daring to resist.

“Euaaaaaaaa—!!!”

The first god watched the scene and screamed like crazy. But the god’s sword, more merciless than the empress’s blade, passed through the man’s neck without hesitation.

Tuk-

The man’s head was cut off and floated into the air as if bounced off by the speed of the blade.

“Ah……”

Rakshumu’s face turned pale, and forgetting that a sword was piercing her chest, she stared at the corpse of the man who couldn’t even close his eyes.

“Why… Why did it have to be like this?”

She collapsed forward as if crumbling and grabbed the man’s head.

“Why? You guys caused Exodia [a catastrophic event]. Don’t think that you are the only protagonist of the tragedy.”

But Miliana spoke coldly to her, who was crying.

“We lost brothers, we lost parents, we lost friends. Because you only thought about your own safety and used us as your chess pieces, we didn’t even have time to grieve their deaths or bury them.”

It may seem ruthless, but Miliana’s words were not wrong. That’s why no one refuted her words.

“Rather, you should be grateful to us.”

“……What?”

“Because you have come to know how painful it is to lose someone, an emotion you didn’t know even after countless eons.”

“You……!! You……!!!”

With a distorted face, Rakshumu shouted at Miliana. But her body, already pierced by the sword, did not move easily.

However, a halo of light swirled around the man’s head she was holding, and at the same time as his corpse disappeared, an emerald-colored fragment remained.

It was the first god’s Dimension Spiral [a fragment of a god’s power, representing their control over a dimension].

“Give it to me.”

Miliana said in a low voice to Rakshumu, who was clutching the fragments with both arms.

“All of this… is because I am weak. Winner takes all. In a world where only the strong can survive, as you say, life is indeed a very weak force.”

Rakshumu muttered as if resigned.

“You may be able to take my life and my power, but not this power.”

“……What?”

Miliana glared at her.

“Humans, remember well. My name…!!!”

She screamed and cut her own stomach.

“……!!!”

Miliana was startled by the sight and unknowingly froze, just watching.

“My name is Rakshumu. I will pass this name on to my child, so my child will now live in a new dimension, not this ugly land, displaying the majesty of God!!”

Chwaaaaaaaa……!!!

Rakshumu put the Dimension Spiral she was holding into her stomach.

“Fight and fight again. And collapse. That is the curse I inflict on you humans…….”

The fragments melted and seeped in as if absorbed in an instant.

“The rules of the multiple gods are broken, and only one unique god will exist in my world. That is the curse I inflict on God.”

Yula frowned slightly at her words.

“Only… the god who inherits my name, Rakshumu, will rule that world.”

Shwaaaaaaaak—!!!!!

With those words, a shining radiance burst out from her swollen belly and soared straight into the sky without anyone being able to stop it.

“Although I die here, my anger caused by you will curse the humans of another dimension.”

With blood filling her mouth, she shouted towards Khalil as if casting a final curse just before death.

“I cherished humans. Perhaps more than any other god… But not anymore.”

“Who cares.”

But the answer came from behind her, not from Khalil.

“Our resistance will plunge the new humans of the world that the god you harbor into pain? Is that all your curse is?”

Miliana scoffed at Rakshumu instead.

“Don’t forget that the one who kills you here is also human. The humans who will live in the dimension your child creates have endless possibilities to kill the seeds you have sown.”

She said sharply.

“Don’t underestimate humans.”

“Tuh-!!!”

Rakshumu spat a lump of blood at Miliana with a face that she couldn’t control her boiling anger.

But compared to the weight of a being called a god, her last struggle was too futile, passing by Miliana’s cheek and failing.

Puk-

Miliana stabbed her sword into Rakshumu’s neck.

Her trembling body finally stopped slowly. Miliana pulled out her sword, let out a low sigh, and grabbed the Dimension Spiral left on Rakshumu’s corpse.

Uuuuuuuuuung…….

Everyone was넋을 잃고 [넋을 잃고 is a Korean phrase that means ‘넋을 잃고’], staring at her in shock at the shocking ending.

The Dimension Spiral left by Rakshumu slowly began to be absorbed, 잠식되어 [잠식되어 is a Korean phrase that means ‘being eroded’], under Miliana’s palm.

“Did you see?”

Slowly closing and opening her eyes, she now spoke to Yula.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Yula’s face hardened.