The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 89

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – 89

Grand Lotus (14)

Yuseongwoo was just a swordsman.

Reaching the level of Swordmaster meant he had some talent, but he wasn’t born a Swordmaster.

How could someone who just picked up a sword cut rocks and trees with an iron blade?

Those who couldn’t even grasp the basics were lucky if they didn’t break their own swords.

Yuseongwoo broke many swords in the beginning.

It was the result of recklessly swinging, trying to kill enemies without knowing how to wield the sword properly.

So, what led him to the realm of Swordmaster?

It was desperation and earnestness.

He was so frustrated by his inability to do anything that he wanted to climb higher, and his eagerness to return to the past intertwined with his talent.

Talent that would never have blossomed in ordinary modern life emerged like interlocking gears.

The sword imbued with earnestness led him to high places.

Higher and higher.

He didn’t know how many times he rolled in the mud.

He didn’t know how many times he was covered in the blood of others.

He couldn’t even guess how many times he coughed up the blood of monsters.

Yuseongwoo could confidently say that he had fought harder than anyone else for decades.

That was his secret to reaching Swordmaster.

If someone asked him to show them the path to Swordmaster, he would gladly lead them to the battlefield.

The product of struggle and conquest…….

That was what constituted the Swordmaster named Yuseongwoo.

Therefore, it was the same reason that Yuseongwoo was able to cut down the massive pillar of magic with his own strength.

The determination and earnestness to cut down whatever was in front of him.

Even after returning to Earth, his earnestness did not disappear.

Rather, he developed an even stronger desire.

Not to settle for peace.

His goal was a peaceful life without great battles.

He couldn’t stop people’s petty squabbles or anything like that.

At least, he wanted a world without war. But these strange guys were causing trouble…….

It was only natural that his desire grew stronger.

KWAHHHHH…….

The massive red aura that soared up split the sky.

In the middle of it was the magic pillar created by Beyorgan and the three-dimensional magic circle.

A red line cut through all of them.

Yuseongwoo’s skill, and the red sword that still maintained its shape, split the sky as it had once split a god.

Indeed, a Swordmaster was one who could split mountains and the sky with a single sword.

He had proven it himself.

Yuseongwoo, who had drawn out his aura to unleash a formidable technique, took a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

As the magic shattered, the distortion that had been pressing down on his entire body disappeared.

If it had been anyone other than him, they would have been torn to pieces and died.

‘Just by looking at it, this isn’t magic for people, but magic for monsters.’

It was the kind of magic used on big guys, the kind that would completely wipe out an area.

It seemed like he wasn’t quite prepared enough, as he only managed to deploy it in a limited space, around himself…….

If the magic had been properly deployed, the entire area would have been turned to dust.

Even Yuseongwoo himself was a little doubtful whether he could have withstood it.

“Stop, stop, stop……”

Yuseongwoo shook off his sword and looked ahead.

Beyorgan was trembling at the divine might Yuseongwoo had shown, only muttering a few words.

The magic he had been confident in was shattered in an instant. With just one swing of a sword.

Magicians tended to look down on swordsmen.

Saying they were just guys who were good at swinging swords.

Beyorgan was an elf who looked down on humans, a spiritist, and a magician at the same time.

He thought he could tear Yuseongwoo to pieces the moment he deployed his magic.

It was a chance to release all the resentment he had accumulated.

But Yuseongwoo cut down Beyorgan’s hopes and inferiority complex altogether.

The great tower built by sacrificing elves was actually a sandcastle.

The gray spiral tower built with sacrifice, heading towards hope, could not reach the sky.

Beyorgan, who was muttering self-deprecatingly, raised his head.

Then, he began to spew out words filled with malice.

He vomited out everything he had, as if he were throwing up his insides.

Yuseongwoo quietly watched him.

It was a curse uttered by someone on the verge of death, unable to accept it.

He was willing to listen for a moment, so he stood silently, then raised his sword, Ilsaeng, high.

The sword gleamed red as it caught the sunlight pouring down through the parting dark clouds.

And just as he was about to strike down to end Beyorgan’s life, he had no choice but to swing his sword to the side to defend against the sudden, powerful force he felt.

Overwhelming magical violence poured down on him.

It wasn’t something Beyorgan had created with magic, but simply a powerful burst of magic.

He defended with Ilsaeng against the unexpected magic blast, but it was difficult to keep his footing.

He flew backward, breaking several trees.

“Beyorgan, are you alright?”

As Yuseongwoo flew away, a person landed next to Beyorgan, who was in despair.

It was a suspicious figure wearing a white robe and a white mask with no eyeholes on his face.

He reached out his hand to Beyorgan.

“I was late.”

“……You.”

“Haha, don’t look at me like that. But I’ve come with it perfectly completed.”

As Beyorgan took the man’s hand and stood up, he took something out of his robe.

It was a black seed.

“Here, Beyorgan, this is the Seed of Ascension completed for you.”

“This is, ah, this is…….”

“It is the condensed divinity of the Grand Lotus [a being of immense power]. It has been completed so beautifully that even I am envious.”

At the man’s words, Beyorgan frowned and tried to snatch the seed from his hand.

But the man did not hand over the seed willingly.

He put it back in his arms and simply said.

“Isn’t there an obstacle that must be removed for your ascension? Let’s get rid of that first and prepare for your ascension.”

“Keuh…….”

The man looked towards the forest full of trees.

Several trees were broken, and traces of the magic blast remained.

An ordinary human would have disappeared without a trace.

The human who was hit by the magic blast was far from disappearing…….

“This bastard…….”

He was walking out, a little disheveled, but otherwise unharmed.

Seeing that, the man felt a chill.

Fear rose from the genes, from the instinctive part of the human being.

‘That’s…… a Swordmaster?’

He knew some information about him from Beyorgan.

But he thought most of it was exaggerated. He thought a Swordmaster was just a human.

But the moment he faced him, the man had no choice but to change his mind.

‘One step, no, two steps?’

He revised his assessment of the Swordmaster.

Raising his guard a little, he spread his arms and said in an arrogant voice.

“Nice to meet you, Seongwoo. I am Andro, a priest of the Ascension Church. Would you like to have a little chat?”

“Chat? I like chatting.”

Yuseongwoo, who was walking out of the forest, muttered and kicked off the ground.

In an instant, his figure disappeared and reappeared in front of Andro, the priest of the Ascension Church.

“What I’m best at is chatting.”

Yuseongwoo’s Ilsaeng [his sword’s name] was swung.

The sword, which approached at a speed that could not be followed by the eye, tried to tear Andro’s chest apart.

However, a barrier created before the sword could reach him stopped the sword.

Ilsaeng, which had stopped for a moment with a creaking sound, advanced, cutting through the barrier.

However, the sword failed to tear Andro’s chest.

In the brief moment when the sword stopped, Andro teleported a short distance to avoid it.

As his sword cut through the air, Yuseongwoo clicked his tongue and said.

“You said we were going to chat? Where are you running off to? Or are you not confident?”

“Oh dear, that’s not the kind of chat I meant…….”

“Really? Then…….”

At Andro’s words, Yuseongwoo turned his head and looked at Beyorgan.

Unlike before, he was standing on two feet, but he couldn’t escape.

Now that a guy who seemed to be a stooge of the Ascension Church had come himself, Beyorgan was no longer needed.

His hand moved quickly.

But this time again, a barrier was erected just before Beyorgan’s head fell from his body.

It was almost instantaneous, whether it had been set up in advance.

“You can’t kill him yet. There’s something important left to do. Swordmaster.”

“What are you going to use this old elf for? He’s not even a high elf. Besides, he’s a parricide who abandoned the Mother Tree…….”

“There’s a saying in Korea. Even dog poop has its uses.”

“This guy is kind of like dog poop.”

Beyorgan gritted his teeth at the word dog poop, but there was nothing he could do.

Except hide inside the barrier that Andro had created.

He floated in the air, looking down at Yuseongwoo, and said.

“Swordmaster, why don’t you join hands with us? If it’s you, you’ll be able to reach ascension faster than anyone else.”

“Andro!”

“Beyorgan, don’t be angry. It’s only natural to join hands with the enemy for the sake of ascension.”

“You son of a bitch! Are you betraying me!”

“Didn’t I tell you that’s not the case? Anyway…… Swordmaster, what’s your answer? What are you going to do?”

Yuseongwoo narrowed his eyes and glared at Andro.

That guy was strong.

Compared to Maynard, who had obtained divinity, that wasn’t the case, but he was a guy with a disturbing feeling.

He tended to think that there was no one as crazy as a guy wearing a white robe and a mask that completely covered his face.

“……Cultists’ repertoire never changes. Shouldn’t you change it up a bit if the times have changed?”

He had heard this kind of story more than once or twice.

Yuseongwoo was a Swordmaster.

How many people wanted to incorporate him into their forces?

Each time, Yuseongwoo’s reaction was the same.

“Die, you bastard.”

In an instant, Ilsaeng was filled with red aura and emitted light.

The divine might of that time, which had cut down Beyorgan’s magic, reappeared and split the sky.

Andro spread his hands and poured out his magic to the fullest.

The resulting large magic barrier stopped Yuseongwoo’s sword energy.

However, that wasn’t something that could be stopped.

The surrounding trees were all uprooted by the aftermath alone, and the walls that had not yet been destroyed collapsed with a crash.

Andro’s hood fell back and his robe was torn in places.

The white mask, which had no decorations, cracked.

Andro only managed to block Yuseongwoo’s sword energy after pouring out his magic.

‘I didn’t think it would be this much!’

But that wasn’t the end.

It was just the beginning.

Strikes like the one just now came flying in succession.

Overwhelming, irresistible violence approaching him.

Andro could only laugh in vain as he felt the sight with his whole body.

What was in front of him.

Was definitely a monster.