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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 293: God Slays God (1)

Chapter 293: God Slays God (1)

‘Oh,​ God of the‍‌⁠ Sword…’

Kuarne’s⁠‍ eyes filled with‍‍ sorrow. At his​‌ feet, corpses piled‍ like a hill.⁠⁠⁠

There​‌‌ were human remains,​ of course, but‌ no fewer were⁠​ the bodies of‌​⁠ demons.

‘You​ have finally awakened.’⁠​‍

Kuarne‍ didn’t even glance‍​⁠ at the corpses.‍‌⁠ He simply looked⁠​‌ up at the‍​ sky. Earth’s sky,​‍ now stripped of‌ its atmosphere, was⁠ no longer pale‌‌⁠ blue. Instead, a dark void stretched​‍‌ like a canopy‍ over the planet.‌‍

“Ah…‌‍ ah…”

Sword‌ marks were visible‌​ everywhere. The universe,‍ once thought untouchable,‌‌⁠ was being wounded.​‌

Kuarne⁠ had imagined this‌ scene since time​⁠ immemorial. Even in‌‌​ dreams, this vision‍ frequently appeared.

“You‌⁠ are… truly the​ greatest.”

Kuarne⁠ covered his eyes,‌‍​ moved. The universe⁠ was nearing its​ end—a scene heralding‍⁠ the coming of​‌ the apocalypse.

But⁠​​ it was precisely⁠‍ its transience that‍ made it so‌‍ beautiful to him.⁠​‌ Like ephemeral flowers‍⁠ that stir more‍ than an evergreen‍‍ tree. That was⁠ the feeling in‍‍‌ Kuarne’s heart.

“Is⁠⁠‌ this all you⁠⁠ wanted?

That⁠⁠​ pathetic ending is‍ your grand purpose?”⁠

The‌⁠ voice from afar⁠⁠ made him turn.‍ His eyes, as‍⁠⁠ dry and coarse⁠​ as desert sand,​ settled on Meain⁠⁠‍ Poison.

“…With⁠‍ such thin air,‍‍ and you can​‍​ still move. You⁠ are strong, woman.”‍‌‍

Meain‍ was the only⁠⁠ hero still standing.⁠ The others writhed‍‌ on the ground,⁠‌ eyes white, foaming​‍​ at the mouth.​‌

“I’m⁠​‍ not just any​ human.”

As‌ Kuarne had said,‍‍ the air was‌ too thin to‍​ breathe normally.

Not‌ just for humans,‍‍‍ but for demons​ too. Every being⁠ born on this‌​ planet had grown⁠​ up breathing oxygen.‌‌ Yet that right‌​ had been stripped​⁠‍ away.

Grrrraaaah…​‌

Screams​‌ mingled. Humans and‌​‌ demons alike were‌‌ dying. And not​‍ only them. Somewhere​‌‍ in the cosmos,⁠ on some planet‍‍​ where life existed,⁠‌ the same fate‌ must be occurring.​​​ The “end” was⁠‌​ encompassing the entire‌⁠⁠ universe without distinction.‌

Meain⁠ observed the universe‍⁠‌ dying around her​​‍ and then spoke‍‍ as if in‍‌ passing. Only one‍ listener remained Kuarne.​‍

“Is‌⁠⁠ your goal just‍‍​ to die with‍‌ the universe? What‌ a miserable purpose‌ for such a grand plan, don’t‌​⁠ you think?”

“Hmm.”‌

Kuarne⁠‍ pondered briefly. A few spells would‌​‍ be enough to‌⁠ disintegrate that woman‌ without a trace.‍⁠ Should he kill‌‌‍ her or not?⁠​⁠

“Since‌ we’ve come this​ far, I suppose​⁠‍ I can share⁠ a little.”

The⁠ doubt didn’t last⁠ long. That woman​​​ would die on​‍ her own in‍⁠​ a matter of‌ minutes. “He” was‍ using His sword‍​ as a brush‌ to paint the⁠ universe. It would‍ be disrespectful to​‌ add another stroke.‍‍​

‘Though‍ I don’t really‌​‍ have a reason‌ to chat with‌‌⁠ you either.’

But‌ Kuarne was in⁠​‌ a good mood.‍ That emotion was‌⁠ fully reflected on​‌ his face. His⁠​‌ eyes shone with‍⁠ unusual clarity.

“Before‍​​ I met Him,​⁠ I lived in‌⁠ tedium. I had‌⁠‍ come to despise‌‍ the gospel of‍‍ false gods, which​ I once took‌‌⁠ as truth.”

He‍‍ recalled the past.‍​​ His eyes grew‍​ moist with nostalgia.⁠‍‌

“But​ one day, He‌‍ appeared to us.​ His face… I don’t remember. I suppose my limited‍‌‌ mind couldn’t retain‍‌‌ it, but I think he was⁠​ a man. His‍‍‍ voice… was somewhat⁠ youthful, if I recall. But gender‌​ doesn’t matter. No⁠ matter His form,​ I would’ve been‍ able to love‌‍‌ Him.”

“…”‍‍‌

Meain​‍‍ listened in silence.‌ Meanwhile, she cross-referenced‍‌⁠ his testimony with⁠​‍ the prophetic book—the​​​ Akashic Records. Perhaps‌⁠⁠ his words held‍​⁠ a clue to⁠⁠ reverse the situation.‍​‌

“The‍​ first time I saw Him, He⁠‍ and I were‍‍ enemies… How foolish.​​ Even if it⁠ was an order⁠ from my master,‌‍ I should never​ have opposed Him.⁠ I should have⁠‌⁠ rebelled if necessary.​⁠⁠ No matter what,⁠ I should’ve stopped‍‍​ it. And yet,‍ I was a fool.”

Even​‍ so, He was​ kind. He used​‍⁠ His sword to​‌ make me understand.”​⁠​

Kuarne⁠‍‌ scratched his cheek⁠​⁠ furiously, as if​‌​ an insect were​ crawling beneath his⁠⁠ skin. Blood oozed​​‍ and the skin‍​ tore, but he⁠​​ didn’t stop.

“When⁠​‌ I finally understood…⁠‍​ it was too​​‌ late. He had‍⁠ fulfilled His purpose⁠⁠‌ and left the‍‍ world. Ah… just‌⁠‍ when I was‌ ready to offer⁠​ Him this body,‍ this entire universe…‌ He lost interest​‍‌ and took His​‌ own life.”

Kuarne’s⁠ eyes dimmed.

“But‌⁠‌ I knew instinctively.‌ That He would⁠⁠ return. When the‍​ world was covered‍‍ in filth, He​‌‍ would come back⁠ to purify it‌​ all. His sword⁠ can cut even‌⁠ death. And I…​⁠ my role was​⁠‍ to prepare the‍⁠‌ world for His​​​ return.”

Kuarne‍ had become lovesick.⁠ When He disappeared,​⁠‌ his life ended‌ too.

He‍‍ fell into despair‌​‍ and sank for‌​‍ millennia into the‍​ deepest depths.

The‌‍‌ loss corrupted him.​​

The​ purest angel was‌‌​ consumed by madness⁠‍​ and fell.

“So‌⁠​ I founded Grigori‌ and rebelled. I never believed I’d‍‌‌ win. My brother​ Metatron still lived,‍ the greatest of​ the angels. But⁠⁠​ I didn’t care.⁠ Winning didn’t matter—only‍​⁠ that rebellion happened.”‍⁠‌

Then​​‌ the corners of‌ Kuarne’s sagging lips​​ twisted into a crooked grin.

“After‍ that, I infiltrated‌ the demons and‍​ sparked a war.⁠ Until that moment,⁠‍​ the world was‌⁠ still relatively clean.‍​‍ Until 700 years‍ ago. Yes… I’m‍ referring to what‌ you call the‌​‌ First Great War​‍‍ between humans and⁠⁠​ demons.”

Kuarne‍‌⁠ ground his teeth.⁠ Remembering that face​⁠‍ filled him again​‌ with envy and⁠ rage.

“Balor​​​ Joaquin… That pathetic​​‍ man was using​ ‘a portion’ of​​ His power. He​ confused me. I was sure he‍​​ wasn’t Him, so​ I didn’t understand⁠ how he could​⁠‍ wield that power.⁠‍ That’s why I decided to watch.⁠ I observed from​⁠ afar the battle‌‌‌ between the First​ Corps Commander, Lycan,​⁠ and the God‌ of the Sword,‍‌ and only in​‍⁠ the final instant‌‍ did I manage⁠⁠⁠ to calculate His‍‌‍ position.”

Kuarne⁠​​ smiled again. His⁠⁠ emotions were unstable‌ and volatile.

“He‍‍ came from outside.‍ Therefore, the founding⁠ hero, Balor Joaquin,‌‌‌ was merely a bridge to bring‌‍ Him into this‍‌‌ world. So I trusted that He‌⁠​ would return. And‍ the opportune moment‍‍ would be…”

“When​⁠ the Hero appeared.”​‍

Meain‌‌ completed the sentence.​‌‍ Kuarne’s mouth opened‌⁠​ in surprise.

“You‍‍ understand the context‌‍‍ from hearing just⁠‌​ a little. For​‍‍ a human, you‌‌ have quite a useful mind.”

“So​⁠⁠ they say. After‌⁠⁠ all, I was‌‍ the headmistress of​ the academy you⁠‍ destroyed. Though it‌⁠‌ may not seem‌ like it, I’m​ one of humanity’s​⁠​ brightest minds.”

Kuarne‍ let out a sarcastic laugh at‌ her words. Then​⁠‍ he scanned the​‌⁠ ruins of the⁠ academy, now reduced‌​‍ to ashes.

“The⁠‍‍ reason I attacked‍⁠‍ this place? Because‍⁠ it was a prison. A prison‌​​ that obstructed His‍‍​ divinity and fostered‍ a corrupted humanity.​​⁠ And you committed‍ an unforgivable audacity.‍‍​ Humans trying to‌‌ teach a god?⁠ How ridiculous. That’s​​​ why I destroyed‍‌⁠ it completely.”

“Hahahaha!”​

Meain⁠ burst out laughing,​​‍ clutching her stomach.‌‌ Kuarne’s eyebrows furrowed‍‌‍ slightly. He had‍⁠ seen humans laugh⁠​ crazily just before‍ dying, but…

‘That‌⁠⁠ laugh is different.’⁠

It‌⁠ didn’t seem like​⁠‌ the delusion of⁠ someone on the‌‌⁠ brink of death.⁠​ It was the‍ liberated laugh of‌‌‍ someone who had‌​ just solved an‌⁠⁠ ancient riddle.

“The​‍ academy isn’t this‍‌ giant building.”

Meain‍‌ kicked some rubble⁠ near her feet​⁠ and spoke calmly.‌‍‌

“This‍‌ type of structure?‍⁠ It can be‍ rebuilt. Seven hundred‍‌​ years of history?‍‌​ For demons, that’s‌ not even much.​‍​ And for humans,​⁠​ it’s the same.‌⁠‍ Even if one​​ person doesn’t live‌ that long, the‍ spirit of an‍‌ era endures forever.”​‍

Meain⁠​⁠ steadied her breathing.‍‍​ Maybe it was⁠​‍ just an impression,​ but the air,​​⁠ which had recently​ been suffocating, now​ felt slightly lighter.​‌

‘No,​ it’s not just⁠​‍ an impression.’

Looking​‌‍ up at the​‌ sky, she understood‍ why. Her conversation‌ with Kuarne and​​‌ cross-referencing the Akashic‌​⁠ Records had reached⁠ its conclusion.

‘God‍‌ of the Sword,​‌ young voice, founding‍⁠⁠ hero as guide,‍‍ the return, the​‍ hero…’

Meain⁠‍‍ began assembling the​‌‍ fragmented pieces like‍ a puzzle. She‍‍ already had the‌​‍ frame, so it⁠​​ didn’t take long.​

“Kang⁠​ Geom-Ma.”

She⁠‍ spoke the name.‍ Kuarne twisted his‌ face violently.

“That’s‌ no longer His‌⁠ name. It’s a filthy name that‍‍‍ only tainted His⁠‌‍ vessel. His true​ name is Hereb.​‌ The sword itself.”⁠‍

“No.”‍

Meain‌‍‌ shook her head.‍ The drops of‍ sweat that splattered​‌ formed dots on⁠​ the ground.

“He​​‍ is Kang Geom-Ma.”‍​‌

She‍ raised her index‌⁠‌ finger and pointed‍ to the sky.⁠​⁠ Kuarne looked at⁠‌ her with hatred,‌ ready to kill‌​​ her on the‌​ spot, but instead​​ finally looked up‍‌ at the sky⁠‍⁠ he had been​ reserving.

And​‌‌ was left speechless.⁠⁠ Kuarne turned pale.⁠‍‍ His already white‌ face became paler‌‍‍ than a corpse’s.⁠‍‌

[Transition‌ Blessing – True‍ – manifests.]

[Combined⁠‍⁠ with the Reversed​⁠ Celestial Eye, its‍‌​ range extends to​⁠‌ the entire world‍ line.]

A surge of golden​ light spread across‍⁠ the entire universe.‌

[Regeneration‌​ Blessing – True⁠ – manifests.]

[Seals⁠​ the wounds of⁠​ the world line⁠​‍ and assists in‌ the restoration of‌‌​ the universe.]

The‍‍⁠ damaged and broken⁠‍‍ clock of the‌‍ universe began to​⁠ turn again.

[Superstrength‍‌‍ Blessing – Divine‍ – manifests.]

[As⁠⁠ the user’s speed‍⁠ surpasses light, the‍ world line is‌ reversed.]

A female voice echoed​⁠​ in their ears.‍‍ For some, it⁠​⁠ was an announcement​‍⁠ of salvation. For‍‌​ others, a sentence.⁠

[Communication⁠‍‌ Blessing – True​ – manifests.]

[Thanks‍ to this blessing,​ words are automatically​‌​ translated into all⁠‍‍ languages and transmitted​​ to everyone.]

Meanwhile,‌⁠⁠ the heroes and​⁠​ demons who had​​ been motionless began⁠ to stir. Kuarne,⁠ however, had a vacant stare. His‍⁠ pupils seemed empty.‌

“No…‌​‌ This can’t be.‌ This can’t be⁠‌ happening! This can’t‍‍ be happening!”

It‌‌ was time to⁠‍ awaken from the‌‍ dream he never‍ wanted to end.‍‌

[The⁠‍ Blessing of the‌​ God of the⁠ Sword manifests.]

++++++++++++++++++++‌‌‍

《May⁠‌ the blessing of‍ the gods be‍⁠ with you.》

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***​‍​

A tangle of light⁠‍​ appeared before me.​‌​ I reached out​​⁠ my hand. It​⁠ was so close‍ I could almost‌⁠‌ grasp it, but​ it slipped through​‍⁠ my fingers like​‍ silk.

‘Just⁠‌ one more step.’‍

I don’t know how​ many steps I took. When the​ number hit a trillion, I stopped‌‌ counting.

I just kept walking.‌ Without stopping. I used that bluish⁠‌ light in the​​ distance as my⁠ beacon, hurtling toward‌‍ it like a moth.

At​‍‌ times, I felt⁠ as if my⁠​‌ body were merging‌ with the universe.‍

‘Or‍‌ maybe it wasn’t⁠⁠‌ just a feeling?’​⁠‍

After‍ wandering the universe⁠‌ for billions of‍⁠⁠ years, perhaps I really had become‍ one with it.‍

I witnessed the birth‌‌​ and death of‍‍ stars. I watched​‌‍ them cluster into⁠ galaxies.

I left them behind⁠ and reached the‌⁠​ outer edges of‌​‍ the universe. For‌‌⁠ a long time,⁠ I swam through‌‌ the void and‍⁠ the nothingness, chasing‌⁠‌ only that blue‌‌⁠ light.

My​ mind was dry⁠‌ like a dead‍‍⁠ tree, but my‍ body never aged.‌‌⁠

At​ least, my appearance‍‍ remained the same.⁠ Like in that​ blurred time. Like​‍ when all this⁠⁠ began. Because I had twisted the​​ laws of the‌⁠​ world.

I rewound time. I became a being​⁠ untethered, outside causality.​‍ I existed for​‍⁠ a single purpose.‌​‌ I ran endlessly.​‍

— React, Kang Geom-Ma.‍⁠⁠

Lycan‍ held my consciousness.​​

— We’re almost there.‌ If you give‌‌⁠ up now, you‍​ won’t be able​ to return to‌ reality. You’ll be‍‍ lost in the‍ loop of time.⁠‌

If​ not for his⁠⁠‌ words, I would‌ have stopped after⁠‍ a few thousand‍​ years of rewinding.‌‌

— There are people‍ waiting for you.‌ Remember who they⁠‍‌ are.

A demonic whisper. Ironically,⁠ it was what‍ reignited a spark‍ of hope.

“Yes.”‌

I replied. Or rather,‌ it was my​​‌ subconscious that answered.⁠‌ My mind was‌‍⁠ so calm it​ felt like a resting lake.

“I‌‌ must go back.”‍

The​ light touched my​ retina. A light​ that guided me,⁠​⁠ pulled me.

It‌‍ wasn’t the thread⁠ of the universe’s‌ structure. It was⁠​​ the shape of⁠⁠ the faces I longed for. The‍ human heart.

At‌‍ that moment, a viscous sensation brushed‌​‌ my cheek. I closed my eyes,‍ and when I opened them, a glow lit up‌ my pupils.

A white breath flowed‌‌‍ from my eyes,​‌​ like a wolf’s​ breath.

I recognized the surroundings‌ clearly. The veil‌⁠‌ of the abyss‌‌⁠ tore softly.

Figures‌ appeared before me.​ Their alignment was‍‍‍ chaotic and their‌⁠⁠ sizes uneven. But​​ all their eyes‍⁠​ were fixed on⁠⁠‌ a single point.‍

〈We⁠​ truly wanted to​​ see you again.〉‌​

The‍ rulers of the⁠‍‍ old world stood⁠⁠ against an existence⁠⁠ that transcended causality.‍‍​

〈God⁠ of the Sword.〉​​

They‍‍ were gods. Gods‍ are not bound‍‍ by time or⁠⁠ space.

They⁠‌ exist in the‌‌​ past, present, and⁠‌⁠ future. Causality is​​‌ merely their invention.⁠‍‌

Swoosh.‌

My‌ sashimis sliced through⁠ their words in​⁠‍ a single stroke.‍‍‍ In the middle‍⁠ of the abyss,‌​ the sound of​⁠​ the sword spread​‌ like ripples.

— You can’t drag⁠​​ this fight out.​⁠‌ It’ll put too‍‍ much strain on⁠ your body and​ the timeline.

Lycan‌​‍ warned. I nodded.​‌‌

“I‌⁠ know.”

One⁠​⁠ minute a day.​‍

“That’s‍⁠ how it’s been​ until now.”

I become a Sword.‌​‌

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