The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 383

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 382

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When I slowly opened my eyes again, I was in Yuwol’s arms. After getting out of her embrace, I, Yoo Seong-woo, got up, hugged her once, and stepped away.

“Yuwol, thank you as always. I wouldn’t have made it this far without you.”

“Y-You’re too sudden…….”

Yuwol, her face as red as a tomato, twisted her body and spread her arms as if asking for another hug.

I smiled and flicked her forehead with my finger.

“Let’s save the rest for later.”

They will be coming soon.

* * *

A week after Michael returned, the same movements were detected again. This time, it felt even clearer.

The Giant God moved. It was felt that it was slowly moving with a certain purpose…….

I stood at the highest point in the Sword Realm, holding a sword in one hand and looking up at the sky.

The sound of a trumpet was heard.

It was the song of the end played by the heavenly military band. The closed sky opened, and countless wings fluttered as they slowly descended towards the ground.

Adorning the angels was a staircase made of light.

It appeared to be the stairway of God, connecting heaven and earth. Slowly walking down the stairs was a figure attended by numerous angels.

Led by Michael, there were dozens of Seraphim [highest order of angels in Christian theology] with six wings.

No, is it a woman? Even though I was looking directly, I couldn’t discern their appearance.

Whether they were a man or a woman, middle-aged or young, a boy or an old man.

I couldn’t tell any of it.

As if proving that God appears in many forms, numerous appearances were combined into one ambiguous form.

The gaze of the one who walked down the stairs, leading to me, and stood before me, turned to me.

I frowned the moment I saw them. In an instant, I felt they saw through everything about me.

Even though their gaze didn’t physically touch me, it felt as if they had scanned my inner strength beyond just seeing.

“It’s the first time we’ve met face to face like this… I wanted to see you. You.”

“…….”

“Call me Ascendant Pontiff. That is the name I hold now.”

“…What is your identity? Ascendant Pontiff, I have so many questions for you.”

“There will be plenty of time to talk, so how about a chat before we begin?”

I nodded.

I felt the urge to swing my sword right away, but the only one who could answer the numerous questions I had now was the Ascendant Pontiff in front of me.

As they clapped their hands, a cluster of light gathered to form a table, and luxurious chairs also appeared.

It was clearly one of God’s powers, ‘Creation’.

As I plopped down, the Ascendant Pontiff also sat down and smiled gently.

An angel brought a teapot and cups from somewhere. As if familiar with the task, she poured tea with elegant gestures and handed it to the Ascendant Pontiff and me.

I didn’t touch the teacup and stared at the Ascendant Pontiff sipping tea, and said.

“I don’t think we’re in a relationship where we can leisurely drink tea like this.”

“It depends on how you think. Depending on how you think, we can be irreconcilable enemies or the best of friends. I wish you would be my friend.”

“I decline.”

“I thought you would. Well, then… where shall we start?”

“Tell me your identity first.”

The angels around him cast hostile gazes at my impudent attitude and tone, but I didn’t care.

The only being who posed a threat to me right now was the Ascendant Pontiff in front of me.

The Ascendant Pontiff laughed out loud as if they found it amusing. “If you’re curious, I have no choice but to tell you.”

“I have been called by many names until now. The first human, Adam, Jehovah [Hebrew name of God], Jesus, Allah [Arabic name of God], even nameless gods… After going through numerous beings and names, I am now the Ascendant Pontiff. Is that enough of an answer?”

The Ascendant Pontiff wore a sly smile. I knew that the order of their words was reversed.

Adam, the first human, was born in the Garden of Eden created by God.

But for such a person to call himself Jehovah and Allah… is a contradiction.

It was a false claim to his creator.

Then I came to a hypothesis.

“…Usurpation of the Divine Throne.”

“Your reasoning is good. Or did you guess it right? Either way, hahaha!”

“You’ve committed an absurd act.”

The Ascendant Pontiff in front of me was a being with a history older than anyone else.

Born as Adam, the son of Jehovah, in the Garden of Eden, he killed Jehovah in reverse and took his place.

I don’t know if that’s possible. But the being in front of me proved that it was true.

“…You must have been the one who spread the barrier separating God and humans.”

“That’s right. In order to achieve the grand plan, God needed to be weakened. The gods of the mythological era were all fierce and difficult to deal with. Afterwards, I was also bound by restrictions and couldn’t move…….”

Even listening to this story, the Ascendant Pontiff’s goal is not clearly grasped.

Even the things I thought I had realized before flew away the moment I faced them.

What is it?

What do you want? As if answering my inner thoughts, the Ascendant Pontiff put down their teacup.

“I need you to achieve my goal. A swordsman who is not bound by fate and stands alone on many stars.”

“…What is the purpose?”

“Primal Regression. I will return everything. To a blank state where nothing exists… to start over. To create a world of order without deviations.”

“What do you want? Do you want a world where everyone is like cogs meshing together?”

“That’s not a wrong analogy. You also know that this world is full of all kinds of pain, don’t you? It happens because it’s not right.”

“No, that’s not all. The reason why you talk about ‘Ascension’ must also belong to it.”

I stabbed into the sharp part.

Religion is completed with a special sense of purpose. Modern religions have roughly different frameworks, but the conclusions are similar.

To go to a land called Nirvana [state of perfect peace] or Heaven.

Then, what was the goal of the Ascendant Church? As you can tell from the name, it is a religion that aims for ascension.

Primal Regression is not Ascension.

Primal Regression must be part of Ascension.

“I can’t hide everything after all. Yes, the ultimate goal is ascension. This world is too outdated. My wish is to combine other dimensions and the dimension of Earth into one, creating a larger hyperdimension.”

It’s an incomprehensible explanation.

It was a concept that could not be understood by the head of an ordinary person, and it was not known what it was for.

A world of order?

A world of gears without deviations?

The words are flashy, but my intuition told me. There is a separate truth hidden in the story.

The Ascendant Pontiff’s right hand pointed to the sky, and their left hand pointed to the ground.

“God and humans will become equal, and only the monarch who governs the hyperdimension will remain. I will sit in the monarch’s seat and complete the right world.”

“You’re saying nonsense in a long-winded way.”

The angels’ hostility poured out again at my blunt words. I calmly accepted the hostility and continued.

“In the end, you want to be the absolute monarch, so you’re asking for cooperation?”

“It’s not a bad story for you either. The dimension you visited is also included in the dimension you are trying to integrate. If you help me achieve the birth of the hyperdimension… everyone who was with you will return. Including all of your dead family members.”

Resurrection of the dead.

Where could there be a sweeter offer than this? The dead come back to life. You can see those you can’t see again.

At the Ascendant Pontiff’s words, I saw dozens of faces flashing through my head.

Everyone was dead, and they were people I could no longer see.

“…Is that possible?”

There’s no way it’s possible.

There are many traditions and myths about the dead coming back to life, but is there anyone who has a happy ending?

Nevertheless, the Ascendant Pontiff said confidently.

“Do you know who I am? I was the being who was Jesus who was resurrected in three days.”

Even Jesus takes three days to resurrect, but he said he would revive so many people and bring them before you.

I can’t believe it.

Usually, there is a trap in these kinds of offers.

“You won’t believe me just by words. Bring them.”

At the Ascendant Pontiff’s words, the angels brought someone. I glanced at that side, and then froze.

The person the angels brought was a very familiar face. A face that I can’t forget even if I try to forget it, now sleeping soundly in the charnel house [building or chamber to contain bones and dead bodies]…….

“Mother…….”

“Seong-woo!”

My mother, Lee Hyun-joo, who had already died in an accident in the distant past, was alive and moving before my eyes.

As I jumped up from my seat, my mother, Lee Hyun-joo, ran barefoot and hugged me.

It’s not an illusion. I can feel the touch, and the voice reached my eardrums.

The dead have come back to life. It was the moment when I, who had been cold-hearted until now, was shaken the most.

“I feel like I’m dreaming to see you again. You’ve grown so much, unlike when you were young…….”

“…….”

I hugged Lee Hyun-joo, who was hugging me, with trembling hands.

Was his mother, who came into his arms, so small? When I was blinking at the sensation, Lee Hyun-joo said.

“The Pontiff revived me. Seong-woo, let’s follow the Pontiff with Mom… Since we have received such a great favor, we must repay it.”

“Mother.”

“I never thought the moment I would meet you again would come… Jiwoo, where is Jiwoo? Jiwoo also goes to the Ascendant Church with…….”

I took Lee Hyun-joo out of his arms. She tilted her head and met my gaze as if asking why I was pushing her away.

I asked.

“Mother, it was nice to meet you, even if it was only for a moment.”

“What, what are you talking about? Seong-woo. Trust your mother. The Pontiff will lead us to a better place.”

“Mother always said. I don’t believe in religion…….”

“How can I not believe it when he brought me back to life like this?”

“No. You’re just… a fake in the form of my mother. Because the dead don’t come back.”

There is an exception called Veronica…… but that is a special case of reincarnation in another world.

There was no way that the Ascendant Pontiff could do what Hades [Greek god of the underworld], the king of the underworld, or King Yeomra [Korean god of the underworld] could not do.

Besides, intuition keeps telling me.

What’s in front of you is fake.

Everything was perfectly reproduced, but it was only a form. Emotion claims he is his mother, but his reason and divinity said that what is in front of him is not his mother.

I swung the sword I was holding and cut off Lee Hyun-joo’s neck.

Lee Hyun-joo, whose neck was cut off, instantly turned into a pile of ashes and disappeared.

Holding a sword in one hand.

A swordsman who cut off his mother’s neck and shed tears declared.

“I will definitely kill you.”