The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 206

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 209

Cheon Woo-gong (5)

What enveloped Cheon Woo-gong’s unique world, the ‘Hwasan Wolhwa Secret Record,’ was a reality crafted entirely by Bathory.

[Unique World]

[Red Flower Infinite Plain]

It was a place of both beauty and chilling serenity.

Numerous red flowers bloomed profusely across a vast meadow.

They were not made of blood, though they thrived on it.

A peaceful, infinite field stretched across the earth, covered with red flowers nourished by blood.

A crimson moon hung in the brilliant night sky, bathing the world in its light.

Brighter than Cheon Woo-gong’s world, yet a unique world painted in shades of red.

A breeze stirred.

The gentle wind rustled the red flowers, causing a few to break free and float into the sky.

The flowers that ascended became stars, forming countless constellations that twinkled, illuminating the world.

Bathory gazed blankly at the world she had created, lost in its beauty for a moment.

Though it was a world she had conceived in her mind, she was still amazed that it had materialized before her eyes.

“Believe in the world you have manifested. That is your image and your definition.”

“Yes…”

Yoo Seong-woo instilled confidence in Bathory, reinforcing her unique world, and then stepped forward.

As his own unique world was consumed by another, Cheon Woo-gong, unable to maintain his mental focus, knelt on one knee, gasping for air.

“You can’t defeat the ‘real’ with a unique world defined by borrowed power.”

“…Heo-eok.”

“You were moved by the power of the unique world. Now that it’s gone, what can you do?”

Yoo Seong-woo kicked Cheon Woo-gong. His body collapsed, rolling across the flower field.

His vision spun, and he looked up at the sky.

There, the crimson moon, more beautiful than any he had known, hung brightly.

Its beauty was inversely chilling.

He felt a desperate need to survive.

“Keueuk…”

Blood seeped from every pore, yet Cheon Woo-gong struggled to rise, muttering.

“…I cannot die here. I must die by her side…”

“How romantic. But you need to drop the pathetic act.”

This time, Yoo Seong-woo made no mistake.

He spun Ilsaeng [his sword] in his hand and then severed Cheon Woo-gong’s neck.

Cheon Woo-gong’s eyes blinked once, not even registering the fatal blow due to his dulled senses.

His head fell to the ground, becoming nourishment for the red flowers.

Yoo Seong-woo, having sheathed Ilsaeng, turned to Bathory.

“You can release the unique world now. I’ve killed him for good.”

“…How do I release it?”

“It will dissipate if you experience a strong shock.”

“…I’ll figure something out.”

Bathory, unwilling to be struck and lose consciousness, took a deep breath and began to withdraw the magic power she had woven into the world.

As she carefully observed, she could see the structure of the world, allowing her to quickly grasp the strands to unravel it.

Bathory, having released the unique world, slumped down, exhausted.

The unique world had consumed an enormous amount of magic power just to manifest, leaving her barely able to move a finger.

“If you’ve released it, get out of here.”

However, Yoo Seong-woo offered her no time to rest.

Bathory dragged her weary body, summoned a bench, and flew away on it.

Yoo Seong-woo, left alone, gazed at the palace gate and spoke.

“Open the door. I know your name… Delaying it won’t change anything. Daji.”

Of course, no answer came.

Yoo Seong-woo swung his sword at the gate.

With a cracking sound, the gate was cleaved open, revealing the interior.

*If you don’t open the door, I have no choice but to force my way in.*

Stepping into the palace, an intense malice washed over him, far stronger than anything he had felt before.

*From here on, I’m truly inside the monster’s lair.*

*If I don’t stay alert, even I could be defeated.*

“…Is she in there?”

In the deepest part of the palace, upon the throne.

Daji’s mental image, wearing the guise of Dang Young-young, was simple: to cling to the side of the powerful, wielding irresistible influence.

A world built upon the countless acts Daji had committed in the past, things she could not relinquish.

“You won’t let me in easily.”

Hundreds of fox monsters poured out from within.

There were muscular foxes prowling the infinite halls, and even two-headed creatures constantly at odds with each other.

Yoo Seong-woo roughly estimated their numbers, sighed deeply, tore off his tattered top, and removed his shoes.

Feeling the rough stone floor beneath his bare feet, he firmly gripped Ilsaeng.

“I don’t need to fight them one by one…”

Reminding himself that his goal was Daji, not the monsters, he pushed off the ground.

The force of his step cracked the stone floor, and his figure vanished in an instant.

A straight red flash cut through the air.

The monsters in his path were sliced in half.

“Hueup!”

Yoo Seong-woo continued to accelerate, passing through the palace gates.

He smashed through every door, advancing with unstoppable momentum.

No matter how fast the fox monsters were, they couldn’t keep up, and those who tried to block him were simply cut down.

He reached the deepest part of the palace.

The great hall with the throne.

Yoo Seong-woo stopped, took a long breath, and swung Ilsaeng.

He severed the limbs of the figures guarding Daji.

“Tsk, I was aiming for the head.”

His target was Daji, but she dodged his sword energy by tilting her head slightly.

Without even glancing at the sword marks etched behind her, she spoke from the throne.

“…Cheon Woo-gong is dead. A useless man. If I had known this would happen, I would have sought a better one.”

“Still, a man who died for you… No, I don’t need to praise such trashy couples.”

Yoo Seong-woo pointed the tip of his sword at Daji.

A monster wearing the shell of Dang Young-young, attempting to become a god by using the Cheonmaeng Fortress [Heavenly Alliance Fortress] as a foundation for human sacrifice.

Baekmyeon Geummo Gumiho [Nine-tailed Golden-Faced Fox], Daji.

Facing the ancient monster who had lived for millennia, he glared at her with shining red eyes.

*As expected, she’s amazing.*

The energy emanating from her, the accumulation of countless devoured lives, was immense.

Even incomplete, if she had succeeded in consuming the Cheonmaeng Fortress, she might have reached the pinnacle of divinity.

“…Hoo.”

“Are you afraid of me? I can sense the fear in your breath.”

“I am afraid. But that’s why I can fight better. Daji.”

Who wouldn’t be afraid facing such an enemy?

Yoo Seong-woo had defeated a god, but he was still a mortal.

Daji was a monster who had transcended humanity from birth.

A monster among monsters, reaching for divinity by consuming countless lives.

Yoo Seong-woo, looking at her, asked.

“…Seungcheon Church [Ascension Church]?”

A possibility he had considered.

In the past, many organizations would have tried to subjugate Daji.

But for Daji to survive and escape among such powerful groups, someone must have aided her.

Besides, it didn’t make sense that she had remained hidden for so long.

“With your weakened power, you couldn’t have evaded tracking… Witches are inherently sneaky and good at stalking.”

Bathory, Jeanne, and Kali would have been offended to hear that.

But in Yoo Seong-woo’s experience, it was undeniable.

Yet she had evaded the tracking of such witches and remained hidden?

It didn’t add up.

“And the human sacrifice method you used… I’ve seen it before.”

In Korea, when dealing with Andro.

He absorbed the lives of the people in the Seungcheon Church’s branch and transformed into a demon.

His true identity was Andromalius, one of Solomon’s 72 demons.

He had regained enough power to be considered him through human sacrifice.

The method was so similar that he suspected the Seungcheon Church.

Who else but such a crazy cult would lend power to such a crazy monster?

“…Indeed. Though it has been a long time since I faced them, I am Daji, a bishop of the Seungcheon Church. You have managed to uncover the truth with the mind of a mortal.”

“It’s an obvious conclusion. You dog-brained creature.”

As he spoke, Yoo Seong-woo unleashed sword energy.

The red energy hurtled towards Daji, but she simply raised her hand and extinguished it.

In that instant, Yoo Seong-woo closed the distance and unleashed a flurry of strikes.

The dozens of consecutive attacks targeted Daji’s neck.

However, his strikes were deflected by a barrier she erected.

“Though incomplete, I have attained divinity. Mortals cannot harm me.”

When Daji extended her palm, a strange force pulled at him, sending him crashing into the wall.

Daji, having thrown Yoo Seong-woo against the wall, slammed him into it again, laughing.

“Though insufficient, though not perfect, my current power surpasses my past.”

Even so.

When Yoo Seong-woo, undeterred, tried to jump out of the wall and attack, she stopped him.

“Come to think of it, you are a capable man. Become mine. If you do, you will also hold the world in your hands.”

Daji unleashed her authority.

The greatest authority of a monster who had captivated King Zhou of China, Prince Banjok, and Emperor Toba Muneto.

The power gained from the synergy of divinity and her unique world boasted a charm comparable to Aphrodite of Olympus.

Yoo Seong-woo’s movements ceased, and his sword fell from his grasp.

His pupils glazed over, showing that he had been charmed.

Daji, seeing this, smiled with satisfaction.

“Come here. I will embrace you. I will make you my first consort and together we will rule the world.”

Turdle, turdle [sound of footsteps].

He approached Daji with lifeless steps.

And as Daji finally embraced him.

“Kyaaak-!!”

“Tsk.”

Yoo Seong-woo’s hand moved with blinding speed, slashing Daji.

But he couldn’t cut deeply.

At best, he only left a long scratch on her side.

Holding Igye [another sword], a relatively short blade, in one hand, he stepped back, returned both Igye and Ilsaeng to their sheaths, and drew Heuksa [Black Serpent Sword].

The protruding Heuksa wailed loudly, humming.

Having fully digested the power it had consumed, it immediately tried to 침식 [corrode/assimilate] Yoo Seong-woo.

But Yoo Seong-woo was not the same as before.

He was no longer vulnerable to 침식 by a magic sword, so he injected divine power and 꽂았다 [stuck/plunged] Heuksa into the floor.

“Work as much as you ate, Heuksa.”

With his words, the domain of the magic sword unfolded, comparable to an authority.

Where those who are not authorized cannot even move.

Ultimate Curse Zone (極限詛呪地帶)

A domain of abyss-like darkness, which could also be seen as his authority, unfolded.

Yoo Seong-woo, standing within it, summoned and 꽂았다 [stuck/plunged] Samjeong [a divine flame] into the ground.

Then, the flames that rose from Samjeong permeated the Ultimate Curse Zone, igniting black flames.

Named.