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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 269: Holy Relic (2)

Chapter 269: Holy Relic (2)

I’ve​‍‌ picked up a new habit recently.‌

One‌‌ where I instinctively‍‌‍ estimate my chances‌ of victory against⁠ whoever stands before‌‌‍ me—be they ally​ or enemy. This⁠‍ past year has‍‌‌ been so chaotic⁠​​ and brutal that‌​ I’ve had to⁠ keep my senses⁠​ razor-sharp at all​​​ times. Even now,⁠‍‍ that habit kicks⁠​ in unconsciously.

I stared at ‘him,’⁠‌‍ forgetting even to‌ blink. A cold⁠⁠‌ sweat trickled straight‍‌ down my back.⁠⁠‌

‘I‌​ can’t see it.’‍​

I can’t see a chance of winning.⁠ No matter how‌ many times I run simulations in​ my mind—hundreds, thousands,‌​ millions—the outcome is⁠‍⁠ always the same.​⁠‍ I lose. I’m‍ not even sure‌ I could land‌‍ so much as‍‌ a scratch the‌‌ size of a fingernail.

Lately,‌ I’ve faced or‌‍⁠ at least crossed‌​‍ paths with nearly‌ all the Corps‍ Commanders, except Basmon.‍ Fifth Commander, Agor;‌‌​ Fourth, Fermush; Third,‌‍ Vesna; Second, Kuarne.‌ Even the First,​​ Lycan—I saw him⁠ in dreams and​​​ recorded his power‍‍​ in memory.

But‌‍ this being—the God‌​ of the Sword—is​‌‍ on a whole​ other level, in​ the most literal‌‍‌ sense. His mere‌‌ presence renders the​ Commanders’ magic like⁠‍‍ child’s play. Even‌‍ though my “soul⁠ adaptation” is supposedly⁠⁠ complete, everything still​ feels clouded—that must‌‌⁠ be from the‌​​ pressure he radiates.⁠

The⁠‍ fact that even‍​​ in this second‌ encounter I’m still‍‍ breathless only proves‍‌‍ I’ve grown enough‍‌⁠ to vaguely sense‌⁠⁠ his enormity. But‍‌⁠ that’s as far​​ as I get.‌‌‌ I can barely⁠​ perceive it.

‘And⁠‍⁠ to think this​⁠ was the one⁠‌‌ lending me his‍⁠‍ power all along…’‌‌⁠

It’s⁠⁠ absurd. How strong⁠ do you have‍ to be to‌⁠ distort all space‍‌ around you? Even‍​‌ as I see‍ it with my‌⁠ own eyes, this‌ goes beyond the‍ physical—this verges on⁠​ the abstract. I stand before proof⁠ that natural laws‍‍ alone can’t contain⁠ a god.

— I see things​ have gone well‌ for you. I can tell from‌​ your eyes.

Just‍⁠⁠ as I was‍‍⁠ about to let​ out a breathless‍​⁠ laugh, the God​‌‍ of the Sword⁠​⁠ spoke with a smile. His voice‍​‍ echoed as if‌‍ layered with multiple⁠‍​ tones.

— I knew you’d​ get here eventually,⁠‍ but I didn’t‌⁠​ expect it to‍ be so soon.⁠‍‍

His‍​⁠ words were clear,​‌‍ even though his​​‍ lips didn’t move.‌​​ I sensed he⁠‍ had waited for‍ me to regain‌ my composure before⁠ speaking.

Grateful‌‍‌ for that courtesy,⁠⁠​ I took a deep breath and‌ asked, steadying my‍‌​ heartbeat.

“Is‌​⁠ there something a god doesn’t know?”​‍​

— That’s a common⁠ misunderstanding. People think​​ gods are omniscient​‌‍ and omnipotent. That‍ they know everything,​​⁠ can do anything.​ But that’s not‌ really the case.​‌ It’s just that‍ what we know‍ and can do‍​ belongs to a different plane. Shall‍ we sit?

I gave a slight‌‍ nod. The God​‍​ of the Sword‍ smiled even more‌‌‌ and plopped down⁠ on the ground.‍‍

— We don’t have⁠​ much time, but‍⁠​ at least let’s⁠ sit comfortably.

He​‌ raised one knee‌⁠‌ and rested his⁠⁠ elbow on it,‌‍​ like an old‍‍ man on his‌ porch. Then he⁠‌ gestured for me​‌ to come closer.‌‌ Hesitant, I sat‌‌‌ down three paces‍‌⁠ away.

— I think I can answer about‌​ three questions. So,‌ if there’s anything⁠ you want to​⁠⁠ ask, go ahead.⁠‍⁠

Yeah…⁠ This kind of​ setup is typical⁠​‍ of transcendent beings‌ talking to humans.‌​‌ Though his tone⁠‌ was friendly, almost‍‍‌ like chatting with‍ a buddy, the​ lack of arrogance‌‍ helped put me‍⁠⁠ at ease. Thanks⁠ to that, I was able to‍‌ decide quickly what⁠ to ask.

“God‍ of the Sword‌ are you the‌‍​ Demon King?”

— Whoa, going straight‌ for the jugular⁠‌ with the first‍​‌ question.

He‍ grinned broadly.

— I told you​ before—names don’t matter⁠⁠ to me. If‌ you call me​⁠⁠ God of the‍​⁠ Sword, that’s what⁠⁠⁠ I am. If‍ you call me‍ Demon King, then⁠‍ I’m that too.⁠ But yes, you​ can call me​ that. After all,​⁠‌ I did wipe​​ out those once⁠‌‍ called gods. From‍ certain perspectives, that​​ makes me the‍⁠​ ‘absolute evil.’

“And‌​‍ it doesn’t bother​‍ you? Demons worship​​‍ you, after all.”⁠

— Why would it​​ bother me?

He‌​ shrugged.

— I don’t exist⁠‍​ just for humans.‍‌‌ I exist to‌‍‍ fulfill the role​​​ I was given.‌​ I don’t care⁠ who worships me‍⁠⁠ or what they⁠⁠ call me.

“……”​

— By the way,⁠​ I can tell​ what you really‌‍ wanted to ask‌⁠‌ was whether I’m⁠‌‍ the true villain⁠‌‌ behind everything, right?​⁠ Well, no. I mean, it depends​‌⁠ on your perspective,​⁠ but I’m not​‌ that kind of‍⁠ ‘hidden villain’ you’re⁠​‍ worried about. So‍⁠ relax. Next question.‌‌​

He‍ encouraged me to⁠⁠ continue. Just then,‌⁠​ a crack split‌​​ across the white​ sky. Fissures began⁠ forming above, releasing⁠​​ a drifting white​ mist. Just as‌ he said, we⁠‌ didn’t have much‌ time.

I quickly turned back‍ to him.

“Were​​⁠ you the one‍ who brought me⁠ to this world?”‌⁠⁠

— No.

He​‍ shook his head​ slowly.

— I wasn’t the⁠ one who brought‍‌⁠ you here. To​‍ be exact, it​​⁠ was you who⁠​‍ chose to come.‍‍​ Though, from your⁠ perspective, it probably​⁠ felt like you⁠​ were forced.

And⁠ what does that‍​​ mean? Is he​‌‍ speaking in riddles​ because he’s a god?

I’ve⁠​‍ been wielding a blade for over⁠⁠ twenty years, and‌​ no one’s ever⁠​‍ called me slow‌​​ to understand—but his⁠ words were too⁠⁠‍ vague, too hard‌​​ to digest.

— Did I phrase⁠⁠‌ that poorly? Sorry,‍‍⁠ it’s been a while since I’ve‌ had a real‌⁠⁠ conversation.

He‍ seemed to notice‌​⁠ my expression and⁠​‌ scratched his head,‍ visibly sheepish. His⁠ relaxed demeanor slightly‍​ shook my perception‍‍ of his divinity.‌

— Let me put‍‌‍ it another way.‌ The decision to‌​​ come here was‍ yours. That’s a fact. But there⁠​ were those who‍ made it easier⁠​ for you to‌ do so. One‍⁠ of them, as⁠‌ you’ve probably guessed,​⁠ was the founding⁠‌ hero, Balor Joaquin.​‍‌ The other… I can’t tell you‍ yet. But you’ll‍​ find out soon‍‍ enough.

“…Why‌‌‍ did my master,‍ the founding hero,‍‌⁠ help me come​ to this world?”⁠⁠⁠

— Hmm, I don’t​ know. I’m not‍ him, you know?‍​

My‍ face twisted in​​ disbelief.

“A⁠​‍ god who doesn’t​ even know that?”⁠‌

— How many times‍​⁠ do I have‍ to say it?⁠ Being a god‌‍ doesn’t mean being​‍ all-knowing.

A god cannot interfere‌​ with human will.‌‍‍ At most, they⁠‌⁠ can nudge it.‍​​ That’s an unbreakable‌⁠ law of the‍ world line. Besides—‌‍‌

The‍ God of the⁠ Sword’s mouth tightened.⁠‌ For the first‍‌‌ time, his smile‌‌ vanished.

— The reason I wiped out the‌⁠‍ gods of this​​⁠ world was because‍ they tried to​ meddle with human‍‌‍ will.

His​ voice only sharpened‌‍​ slightly, yet the‌‌‍ entire space trembled.​⁠‍ The cracks in⁠​‌ the sky widened.‍‌ The firmament, shattered‌ into scattered fragments,‌ looked ready to‌ collapse.

My⁠ mouth was completely​​⁠ dry. I couldn’t‌ even swallow.

The‍⁠‍ God of the‌ Sword caught that⁠ fleeting emotion and​‌ resumed a calm​‍⁠ smile.

— If you get‌ the chance, why⁠ not ask him‌‌ yourself?

“But‌ the Chief and‌ I… we live‌‌‌ in different worlds​​⁠ now. How am‌‌ I supposed to​ ask him? Or‌‍‌ are you telling‌‌‍ me this is‌ one of those‍ ‘Ah, damn, it‍ was all a dream’ things?”

— Hahaha. A dream,​​ you say. Makes‌‍ sense if you’re‍⁠ from Earth. And⁠ if, right then,‍⁠‌ you hear someone​​ say, ‘Brother, this⁠⁠‍ guy’s laughing,’ in⁠‌ the background—that’d be‍⁠ perfect.

The‌​⁠ God of the‌ Sword doubled over⁠ with laughter, slapping‍‍ his thighs. I was speechless. What⁠‌⁠ the hell was⁠‌ so funny?

— But no, it’s‌ not a dream.‌‍ Nor an illusion.‍‌⁠ Kang Geom-Ma, everything‌‍ you’ve experienced is‍ real.

He‍ wiped his eyes​​ with his thumb—or​‌ at least rubbed⁠​‍ where his eyes‌​​ should have been,​‍ since he had‌​​ no eye sockets.​

— And if you​‍‌ truly wish to​​⁠ reunite with the‍⁠ founding hero, I’m‌‌⁠ sure it will⁠ happen. That, I can promise you—in‌ the name of‌⁠ a god. Balor‍ Joaquin also used‍ my power, after​⁠‌ all.

My​‍ heart pounded hard.⁠ The possibility of​​ reuniting with my‍⁠⁠ Chief—the one lingering⁠ thorn in my‌​ past life—and now,​‌⁠ the God of⁠⁠ the Sword was​‌ saying it could‌ really happen.

Meanwhile,‌ the sky kept‍‌ crumbling, and now‍ even the ground​‍⁠ was beginning to​ fracture.

KRRRRMM…​

The​‌‍ darkness beyond the⁠ cracks slowly devoured​ the white background.‌ The fissures looked⁠ like giant, jagged‍‍⁠ fangs. What had⁠‍‍ been a world‍​‌ of blinding white‌ turned pitch black​ in an instant—like‍‍​ a broken boat‌‍‌ adrift on an​‌‍ oil sea. Only‍ the small patch‌ of land where‍ we stood remained,‌⁠ isolated in the‍​⁠ void.

— That’s why I told you to​ come closer. Seems‌​ I made a mistake, and the​⁠ collapse accelerated. Nothing⁠ can be done‍⁠ now.

He‌‌ spoke as if​ it were nothing.⁠​‌

— Anyway, let’s go​‍‌ to your final​‌ question. You should‌‌⁠ leave here with⁠ all doubts resolved.​​

He⁠⁠ opened both arms​⁠‌ like he was‍‍ offering a hug.‌⁠⁠ Strangely, it calmed‌‍ my heart. And⁠‍‌ in that moment,​‍⁠ with clear eyes,‌ I asked my​‌⁠ final question.

‘The‍‍ final question.’

I parted my lips.⁠⁠​

“You‍⁠​ said you were⁠ assigned a duty,​ God of the​‍​ Sword.”

— Yes, that’s right.⁠⁠⁠

“Did⁠ you succeed?”

— You’re asking that‌​‌ even though you​​‍ know the answer?​‍ I failed.

He⁠⁠ said it in⁠⁠ an irritated tone,​ but a smile‌‌ still curled his‌‍ lips.

I stared at him.​⁠​ That featureless face,‍⁠ with only a mouth, made me‌‌‌ chuckle a little.⁠

By‌‍⁠ now, it was​​ obvious—the God of‌ the Sword had‍‌‍ a deep fondness⁠‍‌ for me, and‍ wanted to help​​ in every way‌‍ he could.

“And‌‍ do you think⁠ I, a mere⁠ human, can complete‍⁠⁠ the mission where‌ you failed?”

— It’s because it’s​​‌ you, Kang Geom-Ma,‍ that I believe‍‍‍ you can.

The‍‌ God of the​‍⁠ Sword stood up,‌⁠​ pressing a hand‌​ to his knee.​‌‌ He looked down‍‍ at me.

— I failed. Your‍⁠‍ master—who was also⁠​ human—failed too. But‌ you’ll succeed. Because​⁠ you carry the‍⁠‍ ‘weapon of a god,’ the ‘soul⁠ of a human,’‍ and the ‘body​‌ of a demon.’‌

My​⁠​ eyebrow rose.

“…Body‍‌ of a demon?”‌⁠

He‌‌ leaned forward and⁠‍‌ offered me his‌⁠ hand. I took‍⁠⁠ it, somewhat uncomfortably,‍‌‌ and he helped​​ me to my‍⁠ feet.

— Hup.

Now‌ we stood at‍⁠⁠ the same height.⁠

— Kang Geom-Ma.

Just⁠​‍ as there was​‌ barely any ground​ left under our‍‍​ feet, he went⁠‌‌ on.

— The power you​ use from me‌ is simply that‌⁠⁠ of cutting. But‍‍ think about it—your‍‌​ style is built‍​ on speed, on‍ lightning-fast blades. That’s​​‍ not my power.⁠‌⁠

“…What​​​ are you saying?”​‌​

— That comes from‍⁠ your own body.‌⁠⁠ From the original⁠‌​ owner of the​⁠⁠ body you took‍​ in this world.​ An opponent who‌⁠‍ once cornered Balor‍ Joaquin, even while‍⁠ he used my⁠ power. A mortal‍‌‍ who mastered the⁠ sword like no‌ other. Though he‌​ was defeated, he​ came close enough‌⁠ that I, the⁠⁠ God of the​​ Sword, acknowledged him.⁠​

Before⁠‍​ finishing, he sighed⁠‍‌ softly.

— The true owner‍‍⁠ of the body‍‍‌ you now inhabit…⁠​ was Lycan. The‌ real “Demonic Sword‍⁠‍ Lycan.”

“……!”‌

BOOOOM!‌

The‍​‍ thunderous roar shook⁠‌ everything. The ground⁠ beneath my feet‌‌‍ crumbled, and my⁠​​ heel slipped.

I tried to grab‌‍ the God of​ the Sword’s shoulder,⁠ but it was‌⁠​ too late. His​​⁠ figure had already‍‍‌ begun to fade,‍ turning translucent.

The‌​‍ last sliver of‌ land vanished too.​​ As I plummeted⁠‌ into the dark‍⁠ abyss, I flailed‍ my arms toward‍‌‌ the God of⁠ the Sword, who​‌ still stood firm.‌​

Just⁠‌ then, another question⁠ came to me.‌​ Damn it.

— Don’t underestimate your​‍‌ potential. Precisely because‌⁠⁠ you’re not a god, you can‍ keep growing. Because‍​⁠ you’re not a demon, you can‌​‌ tell right from⁠​ wrong. And because​‌ you’re not human,⁠‍ you can act⁠⁠​ justly without being​​​ bound by morality.‍

As‍ I descended, he​​‌ looked at me‍​⁠ calmly, waving gently.‌⁠

— And if you‍ can’t trust yourself,‌⁠ look around you.⁠ You have friends‌ who will help​ keep you on‌‍ the right path.​ That’s why your​‍⁠ master created the​‍‌ stage called the‍‍‍ Academy.

As⁠‌ the absolute blackness‍ swallowed me, his​⁠ final words echoed‌ in my mind⁠ like an eternal​⁠ refrain.

— The next time⁠ we meet, you’ll‍⁠‌ be far stronger​ than us.

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[The⁠​​ True Name of⁠ 【???】 has been‍ unlocked.]

[※⁠⁠‍ The result is​ mixed with the‌⁠‌ sealed entity. This⁠⁠ is not a memory exclusive to​ 【???】.]

[Would‌​ you like to​ view the unlocked‍⁠ True Name? (Y/N)]⁠​

[Y/N]⁠⁠‌

[Opening‍‍‍ the True Name⁠ of 【???】 using​⁠ “Synchronization Coefficient” as‌ catalyst.]

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【Demonic​‌ Sword Lycan】

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