The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 324

Medeia frowned deeply at Yoo Seong-woo’s words.

‘Screwed?’

She wondered what he meant, but upon seeing Jeremiah flying towards them, she immediately understood.

“That’s not Jeremiah.”

A divine being in Jeremiah’s form entered her sight.

Medeia, recognizing who it was with her purple eyes gleaming, bit her lip.

“How could they do this? They succeeded in Soul Transference?”

“It seems incomplete for now. But as time passes, it will become completely settled and impossible to remove.”

Medeia nodded at Yoo Seong-woo’s explanation and began to think of a way to separate the Moirai’s divinity from Jeremiah’s body.

Meanwhile, Persephone, who had been keeping the celestial gods in check, approached and asked,

“Wow, what is that?”

“That’s the Moirai [the Fates, goddesses of destiny]. The result of combining three divinities into one.”

“How hideous! They didn’t accept the outcome of the Holy War and committed such an act?”

“Indeed. Isn’t this something Olympus should sanction?”

“Well, what do you think?”

Persephone looked up at the sky. Night and sky.

Hades and Zeus must be contemplating the current situation.

How to punish the Moirai for breaking the rules.

After a moment of silence, Persephone said with a faint smile,

“It seems there’s no suitable way. After all, the Moirai are of a higher rank than my husband and Zeus.”

“Are gods who have a history of killing my parents even concerned about that?”

Yoo Seong-woo was dumbfounded.

At his words, Persephone laughed and continued,

“They say they’ll leave the disposal to you. Since you are the victor of the Holy War.”

“So, they’re telling me to clean up their mess.”

He clicked his tongue and said,

“They should also prepare compensation for this. Such a divinity would be a headache for Olympus.”

“Of course. Zeus said he would compensate generously.”

If the Moirai, Fate, continued to grow in power, they didn’t know what impact it would have on Olympus.

Zeus was very experienced with prophecies.

He had gone to great lengths after hearing the prophecy that his child would kill him and take his place.

But if an even worse prophecy were to fall upon Olympus, he might die of neurosis.

So, he decided it was better not to hear it and passed the aftermath to Yoo Seong-woo.

Yoo Seong-woo raised his head and spoke to Zeus, to the sky.

“Remove all the surrounding divinities. The Moirai’s words have the power to enforce fate just by listening, so they will only be a hindrance.”

At his words, the sky rumbled, and all the surrounding divinities were sent somewhere else.

Thus, only Fate, Yoo Seong-woo, Medeia, and Persephone remained on the plain.

“Why aren’t you leaving?”

“I thought I’d watch a bit.”

“You’re in the way. If you’re going to do that, you should stick with the Lord of the Underworld.”

“Should I?”

And soon, Persephone disappeared, enveloped in darkness.

She must be in the arms of the Lord of the Underworld, looking down at the battlefield together.

Yoo Seong-woo took a deep breath and gripped his sword again.

He didn’t expect Olympus to help, but they really just left him to it.

Fate, as if expecting this, looked down at Yoo Seong-woo with radiant eyes that emitted light.

The eyes that directly see the past, present, and future pierced through him.

Fate looked into his past, present, and future, and laughed mockingly.

“The Sword Demon of the past dreams of becoming a guardian. A future that will not come.”

“Medeia, assist me. Jeremiah will understand if he loses an arm or two.”

“It won’t be a problem since we can replace them with something else later.”

If Jeremiah heard them, he would be furious, but for them, killing the Moirai, Fate, was more important.

If such a being were released into the world, great chaos would ensue.

Before going to the ground, they had to deal with it in Olympus.

Medeia sighed deeply and took out a dagger, stabbing her hand to draw blood. The amount of blood she had shed today was considerable, to the point where she felt faint.

At least, she wouldn’t die from excessive bleeding.

Taking iron supplements regularly had been helpful.

“What’s the direction of assistance?”

“Prevent it from prophesying. Do you have a curse that prevents speech?”

“I do, but I’m not sure if it will work.”

“Try everything you can, and if nothing works, retreat immediately.”

“Understood.”

As Medeia began chanting, Yoo Seong-woo leaped into the air.

Holding the Life-bane in one hand, he summoned the Otherworld and shot it towards Fate.

The Otherworld flew at high speed and attacked Fate from both sides, while Yoo Seong-woo flew in from the front.

“Your sword will not reach me.”

Fate spoke.

At the same time, the Otherworld that had rushed in from both sides was knocked back, and the Life-bane that Yoo Seong-woo held stopped right in front of Fate.

As if saying that you are destined not to advance any further, Yoo Seong-woo gritted his teeth and thrust the sword even harder.

However, the sword did not move forward.

As if not allowing him to go any further, saying that your path ends here.

As Fate reached out its hand, Yoo Seong-woo was sent flying backward and crashed onto the plain.

Yoo Seong-woo, rising from his spot amidst the dust, looked up at Fate again.

“Hoo.”

The ability to enforce fate.

It was incredibly annoying.

As fearsome as the ability was, the consumption of divine power must be enormous, so there would be a chance of victory if they dragged it into a prolonged battle.

However, they couldn’t do that.

In the current situation, if they dragged it into a prolonged battle, he would be the one to be consumed first.

Lakhesis [one of the Moirai], Fate, had fully preserved her power by using an agent in the Holy War.

He had consumed quite a bit while defeating Heracles.

He had replenished it with Heracles’ divinity, but it wasn’t in perfect condition.

“Huh, how absurd.”

As he pondered, Yoo Seong-woo laughed, finding it absurd that he was thinking of excuses for defeat.

After laughing for a while, he took a deep breath and raised his head.

When had he ever thought about the reasons for defeat?

If you lose, you die, and if you win, you live. It doesn’t matter who you fought or what you consumed.

What he wanted was only ‘victory’.

To move one step further into the future with victory. To wield the sword for a better future.

Wasn’t the sword he had wielded until now to cut down those who blocked his path?

“…To cut through, you must not look back.”

That’s what war is like.

The moment you look back, you can’t see forward.

He had always been in the position of breaking through the front lines, and he had entrusted the rear to his comrades.

Even if his comrades died from the enemies’ attacks, he couldn’t look back.

The moment he looked back, he would be defeated.

He inhaled as much as he had exhaled, and he strengthened his grip on the Life-bane.

He emptied his mind.

What he needed to fill his mind now was not an analysis of the enemy and his situation, but an obsession and fighting spirit to cut through.

He didn’t think about the rear.

He filled himself only with the will to cut through, only with the front.

What he had to cut down was not just any enemy, but a chief god-level divinity and Fate.

From Yoo Seong-woo, who had taken a stance, a powerful divinity flowed out.

All the achievements he had accumulated until now became divinity and assisted him.

The hero of the Otherworld.

The Sword Master.

The Demon Massacre.

The Demon God Slayer.

He had killed dozens of divinities and taken their power, and he had proven his skill by cutting down the War God and the Fighting God with his sword.

As the master of the Sword Realm, as the master of the Eight Swords.

The divinity that explosively surged from him created a giant pillar of red light on the plain.

Yoo Seong-woo’s hair, enveloped in red light, lengthened and fluttered, dyed red.

He risked everything and stood on the boundary between death and life.

“Medeia. Do it.”

Yoo Seong-woo muttered.

The weight of Yoo Seong-woo’s one word, who had released all his divinity, pressed down on Medeia.

It was too heavy a pressure for her, who had now risen to the ranks of divinity.

However, just because it was heavy, she couldn’t not bear it.

Medeia nodded and released the things she had prepared.

Minor curses were automatically broken down by Fate’s divinity.

‘So, there are only a few curses I can use now.’

All the curses that seemed likely to work were large-scale rituals that required long preparation.

In that situation, what she could do now were things that physically acted on the outside, not the inside.

She first brought darkness to this land.

The curse originating from the ‘darkness’ among the ten plagues in the Old Testament covered the plain in darkness, concealing the figures of Yoo Seong-woo and Fate.

Then, she added a curse so that Yoo Seong-woo could know Fate’s location.

A red ring appeared above Fate’s head, marking its location, and Medeia continued to deploy curses.

This time, it was a curse on Yoo Seong-woo. The curse of ‘Berserk’, which greatly increased his strength instead of losing his reason and going berserk.

In addition, she cast several curses that strengthened his body instead of imposing various restrictions.

Normally, they wouldn’t even work, but Yoo Seong-woo accepted all the curses and continued to strengthen himself.

He should have been losing his mind, but he barely held onto the thin thread of reason and waited only for the moment to wield his sword.

And Medeia squeezed out all her strength, completed the last curse, and said.

“Now! Go!”

No answer came.

Only the explosion of sound as he kicked off the ground echoed across the plain.

Medeia looked up at the streak of red light soaring into the air through the darkness.

A streak of red ominous star soaring to cut down Fate.

A star that defies the natural order, not a star falling from above, but a star soaring from the ground towards the universe.

That was the essence of Yoo Seong-woo.

A star of 逆天 (Yeokcheon) [lit. ‘defying heaven,’ meaning rebelling against fate or destiny], defying fate.

Medeia collapsed to the ground and fainted, praying for Yoo Seong-woo’s success.

Anyway, she felt like she needed to rest for a while now.

Before such Medeia, a figure soared up, embraced her preciously, and disappeared.

***

Reason is faint.

It feels like the thread of reason is about to break at any moment.

I wanted to let go of reason and be comfortable right away, but I couldn’t.

Because I haven’t cut down what I still need to cut down.

As I flew towards the mark that Medeia had placed, Fate’s figure came into view as I got closer to the mark.

Fate, in the form of Jeremiah, was still shining with radiant eyes, reading the past, present, and future.

Yoo Seong-woo held only the Life-bane in his hand and moved forward.

Drawing a straight line in the darkness, he strengthened his grip on the hand holding the sword.

‘What I have to cut down.’

What must be cut down.

‘Yoo Seong-woo’s’ element to achieve a complete divinity.

Yoo Seong-woo was about to swing his sword to complete himself.

The boundary between death and life.

The swordsman’s challenge to reach a higher dimension.

If he wielded his sword there, he would surely see something different.

Yoo Seong-woo, who had reached Fate’s nose, muttered quietly.

“─Unique World Deployment.”