The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 240

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 239

Tower Master Meeting (5)

Just as Medea had called her own specialty a curse, the curse incantation she unleashed was incredibly potent.

With Yoo Seong-woo’s knowledge, he couldn’t possibly comprehend the curse that was twisting the world Minimus had created into an increasingly grotesque spectacle.

“World Alteration, Original Curse… From the moment you built your world in front of me, your defeat was practically guaranteed.”

“Kuh, kua, kuaaa…”

Clang.

Minimus dropped the scythe she was holding and collapsed to her knees.

As if fighting unbearable agony, she clutched at her chest and stomach, writhing on the ground.

What on earth had Medea done?

“It’s a curse incantation with numerous restrictions… I was able to show it to you thanks to fulfilling all the conditions.”

“What did you do? I’ve never encountered a curse incantation like this before.”

At Yoo Seong-woo’s question, Medea turned and replied.

“Of course, you haven’t. It’s a curse incantation I created myself. It’s my specialty, you know? Curses like this.”

“…Judging by the name, did you curse the world itself?”

Yoo Seong-woo surveyed the bizarre amusement park.

The moment the curse incantation was manifested using Medea’s blood as a medium, Minimus’s world began to warp.

As if twisting space itself, things were displaced, and grotesque elements emerged from unexpected locations.

A landscape that resembled intestines twisted inside out.

‘This is the Witch Society’s Head…’

One of the ‘restrictions’ she mentioned likely involved the prerequisite that the opponent was manifesting their unique world.

There would be other conditions as well…

“What, what did you do to me!”

Minimus shrieked, her voice laced with venom.

Medea gazed down at her with an enchanting smile and said in a soft voice.

“I merely tweaked your world a little. If you can’t even withstand this much… you’ll die quickly if I use an even stronger curse, won’t you?”

A gentle but chilling voice.

Minimus tried to scream, but even her voice failed her.

With the sensation of something constricting her vocal cords, Minimus was plunged into fresh agony.

‘…Amazing.’

Yoo Seong-woo voiced his honest impression. A curse incantation that curses the world and affects the caster.

A unique world is intimately linked to its caster.

If it’s forcibly destroyed, the backlash rebounds directly onto the caster, so if the unique world is tainted by a curse, the caster is also afflicted.

“Now, shall we proceed to the next curse…?”

Medea crouched down in front of the writhing Minimus, drew a dagger, sliced her hand, and let the blood drip onto Minimus.

The moment her blood flowed from Minimus’s head and onto the floor, Medea grinned eerily and muttered.

“Try to endure it? There are still seven thousand six hundred curses left…”

Unique Skill – Curse

Insect Consumption Kill (蟲食殺) [Insect Consumption Kill: A curse that uses insects to devour the target.]

Her second curse descended upon Minimus.

Minimus, who inhaled the greenish smoke emanating from Medea’s blood, began to writhe in renewed agony.

She wanted to vomit the pain out as a scream, but no sound escaped her.

A silent death was slowly creeping closer.

What level of mastery did this curse possess to inflict such suffering on a being nearing transcendence, one who had perfected their unique world?

Before long, all sorts of bugs crawled out of Minimus’s mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

The bugs that had completely devoured her insides crawled out and began to gnaw at Minimus’s exterior once more.

Medea and Yoo Seong-woo watched the horrific spectacle, unable to tear their eyes away, until her breath ceased.

And soon, Minimus’s life was extinguished.

As expected of a being close to transcendence, her life force was remarkably tenacious, but she was helpless against the relentless swarm of bugs.

‘It’s not just eating away at the flesh… it’s consuming magic power and even the soul.’

It was like a swarm of locusts that left nothing behind.

It was truly a terrifying curse.

A sight reminiscent of a bug sorcerer from a comic book.

Soon, the bugs that had devoured Minimus, down to the bones, vanished in a puff of smoke, and even the world Minimus had created gradually collapsed.

And they returned to the unchanged imaginary space.

Yoo Seong-woo said.

“Now, all that’s left is to find a way back. That’s the hardest part.”

“Wouldn’t someone come to pick us up?”

Medea, who had been crouching, straightened her back and applied medicine to her injured palm, wrapping a bandage around it.

She could quickly heal it using magic… but this might also be some kind of restriction of the curse.

As the two discussed their next move, a new surge of magic power washed over them.

Thinking it was the arrival of another enemy, they immediately readied their weapons, but relaxed as the magic power gradually coalesced into the shape of a door.

At least they sensed no hostility.

And before long, the completed door swung open, and a figure emerged from within.

“Ah, you were here! I’ve been looking for you for a while!”

“You managed to find us.”

The person who stepped through the door was Seong Cheon-gyeon.

He smiled brightly upon seeing Yoo Seong-woo and said.

“I’ve connected it to a separate space that I built with Bertrand. Come this way.”

“I was wondering what to do, so this is a relief. Thank you.”

“You asked me to join you, so I should at least do this much.”

The two followed Seong Cheon-gyeon’s lead and stepped through the door, their vision filled with a bright space in the otherwise dark imaginary dimension.

There were others present as well.

It seemed they had restructured the space into one completed by the collaboration of Bertrand, a master of spatial magic, and Seong Cheon-gyeon.

“Are these all of them?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, the location of the others could not be determined.”

The number had dwindled considerably.

Including the Tower Masters and their companions, twenty-four people had attended the Tower Master Meeting.

But now there were only sixteen in this space.

Eight people had vanished in such a short time.

Including two Tower Masters.

Salome Tywin, Tower Master of Pisa, Italy.

Garrot Simon, Tower Master of David, Israel.

These two had disappeared.

Their three companions had returned, but they seemed panicked by their inability to locate the Tower Masters.

‘And…’

One of Ahfuja’s companions and two of Nagi’s companions had disappeared.

They also exhibited a somewhat different demeanor than before, as if they felt uneasy about the absence of their companions.

“What happened to the clown?”

“He probably hasn’t found this place yet. Since we created it anew in the imaginary dimension, without the pass issued by Bertrand…”

“Then does that mean he’s still in the same place?”

The stage created by the clown.

He must be observing the scenery he created from there, by some means.

If he’s still there.

“That seems to be the case.”

“Okay. Then… let’s go catch him after we finish identifying the Seungcheonkyo [Seungcheonkyo: Likely refers to a religious or political group, needs further context for accurate explanation].”

Seong Cheon-gyeon, who had been in close conversation with Yoo Seong-woo, nodded and informed Bertrand that the work was complete.

Bertrand, with a grave expression, gathered the people together and said.

“First of all, I would like to apologize to everyone. A lapse in security has occurred at the Tower Master Meeting, where security should have been paramount.”

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t Bertrand’s fault.

The one who leaked the pass for the Tower Master Meeting was to blame.

But in an attempt to quell the rising anger, Bertrand, the founder of the Magic Tower, volunteered to be the scapegoat.

“I assure you that those responsible for this incident will pay the price, and they will be annihilated. First, I will open an exit to return you to your countries…”

“Wait a minute! Are we supposed to abandon our Magic Tower Master like this?!”

Salome’s companion, who had returned alone, shouted, interrupting Bertrand’s words.

“Are you telling us to leave Salome-nim [Salome-nim: A respectful title in Korean, similar to ‘Master’ or ‘Lady’] and Veron behind? In this imaginary dimension where we may or may not be able to find them?”

“I regret to say that their current location cannot be determined. They were scattered throughout the imaginary dimension by the clown’s game, and there are two possibilities: they are either dead, or they remain trapped within the clown’s illusion.”

The imaginary dimension is truly an infinite world.

It was an impossible task to search every corner to find those who remained trapped.

Bertrand explained this and stated that rescuing them at this time was impossible.

Those who had lost their masters or subordinates understood Bertrand’s explanation but protested nonetheless.

If they were left like this, they would undoubtedly become the clown’s prey.

“I, I can’t leave them like this!”

“Yes, how can we, as masters, abandon our subordinates?”

Tower Master Nagi of Yasaka exclaimed, and Ahfuja concurred.

Bertrand sighed deeply and said.

“But there is no way to do it now. I will also endeavor to find a way to locate them as much as possible, so please, for now, step back.”

As Bertrand spoke and began to form hand seals to forcibly transport people out, the pure white ceiling was torn asunder, and a frivolous voice echoed.

-The show hasn’t even truly begun yet, where are you all going?

It was Maximum, the giant clown, who appeared by tearing through space as before.

Maximum continued, wearing an expression that defied interpretation, a blend of sadness and anger.

“Everyone, I am so sad. My stage, which I labored so diligently to prepare, is being ruined like this…”

“You crazy bastard! Where did you take the Tower Masters!”

Salome’s companion shouted.

Maximum raised the corners of his mouth and replied to his angry outburst.

“Ah, are you referring to these things?”

Then he clapped his hands and spread them wide to both sides.

The figures of people suspended from threads in his grasp came into view.

The number of those people was eight.

The same number of people that Seong Cheon-gyeon had failed to retrieve.

“These people are my lovely dolls from today! Aren’t they so cute in this powerless state of surrender?”

“You crazy clown!”

In the end, Salome’s companion, unable to contain himself, surged forward, his entire body enveloped in magic power, determined to rescue the Tower Master.

He rushed forward in an instant, unimpeded, and extended his fists, swirling with magic power.

However, Maximum instantly concealed the dolls and clapped his hands together, catching the person who had jumped up as if swatting a mosquito.

The companion met the fate of a mosquito.

Blood streamed from between Maximum’s fingers, and those unfamiliar with such a sight were horrified.

A person, not a monster, had died like an insect.

When Maximum released his hands, the corpse, now a pulpy mass, fell to the floor with a thud, staining the pure white floor red.

“Oh my… he couldn’t become a cherished doll. I’m sad, I’m so sad. It’s very difficult to add to my collection…”

A tone that seemed to possess emotions, yet lacked them.

However, Maximum’s voice soon filled with anger as he said.

“So, who killed Minimus?”