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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 294: God Slays God (2)

Chapter 294: God Slays God (2)

Ryozo⁠‌⁠ snapped her eyes⁠​​ open. She bolted‌‍‌ out of the​‍‌ room, rushed through​‌ the living room,‌‍‍ and made her​⁠ way to the​‌‌ balcony.

Tap‌ tap tap.

Cynthia​‌ flinched at the‌ sight of her⁠ daughter acting like‌​‍ that.

Despite⁠⁠‌ her dizziness and⁠ the buzzing in‍ her head, she‍‍‌ turned her gaze‍​ toward the balcony‌⁠‌ railing. She felt‍⁠ nauseous, as if‍​‌ the world were​‍⁠ spinning.

“…What’s⁠ wrong with her‌⁠‌ now?”

Just⁠‍ moments ago, both​​​ of them had‌‍ been unconscious. The‍‍ air quality and⁠‍‌ ozone layer had​​ deteriorated so much‍ that oxygen was⁠​ scarce.

But‌‌ the Earth had⁠‍ stabilized within the​​ so-called “golden minute.”‌⁠⁠ The life force‍⁠ that had seemed⁠⁠​ withered was now​‌ beating strongly again.‌⁠‍

“……”‍

Ryozo​‌ carefully clung to⁠⁠ the balcony railing‌ and looked up.​ In the sky,‍‌ which had been‍‌‍ pitch-black, a cerulean‌​ curtain was unfurling.​‍‌ The sky’s transformation‌​ was reflected in‌‍ her sky-blue eyes,‍‌ as though witnessing‌‌‌ a miracle.

“Kang‍​ Geom-Ma…”

She⁠​‌ murmured his name‍⁠ with a sorrowful​⁠ look. The savior⁠ of a humanity‌ on the verge‌‌​ of extinction was‍‌‌ none other than​‌ Kang Geom-Ma.

‘That⁠⁠‌ dream…’

While‍⁠ asleep, she had​ dreamed. A chasm‍⁠ deeper than darkness.‌​ A space where‌​ time had lost⁠ meaning. There, Kang‍‍⁠ Geom-Ma fought endlessly⁠ against an unknown​⁠ force. A lonely,‌ merciless battle.

An​ unending fight. Though​ it was something⁠⁠⁠ from the past,⁠⁠​ its impact on‌‍ the present and‌‌‍ future was immense.​ The distorted causality‌‌ manifested instantly.

It​⁠​ could’ve been nothing⁠ but a meaningless‍‍‍ dream. Ryozo desperately‍ wished that were​‌ true.

‘Please.’​‍⁠

Every‌‍‍ time she recalled⁠⁠‌ Kang Geom-Ma in‌‍​ that dream, her​ chest froze. Reason​ and logic tried⁠‍ to convince her‍‌‍ it was just‌ a nightmare, but⁠ what she now⁠‍ saw before her‍ was proof enough​​‍ to doubt that.⁠

She‌ swallowed hard. It‍‍ felt like a block of ice‍​‌ slid down her​ throat.

“Wow—!”⁠

Cynthia‌ stood beside her​​ daughter, leaning her‍‌ elbows casually on‌⁠ the railing, letting‍⁠‌ her arms hang⁠‍⁠ over the edge.​‍‌ A risky posture,‌​ but she was​‌ no less reckless‍‌ than Ryozo.

“The‌​‍ sky’s beautiful.”

Cynthia‍‌ spoke as the‌ sea breeze brushed‍‌‌ her face. The‍​⁠ sky was painted‌‍ in equal parts⁠ deep blue like​​ night and crimson⁠​‌ red like a gemstone. Light and‌ darkness, dawn and​​ dusk, past and‍ present coexisting—as if‌‌ the universe’s journey‍⁠ had been spread⁠ across a canvas.⁠‍

With⁠ that thought, she⁠‌ smiled at her​‌​ daughter. The dark⁠⁠⁠ blue and crimson​ hues bathed their‍⁠​ profiles.

“Remember⁠​‍ a few days‌‍ ago, when Heavenly​‍​ Sword came to‍ our house? That‌‍ day, he made‌​‍ a promise. He⁠‍‌ said he’d come‌ back. And from⁠⁠⁠ the way he‌ said it, he​ seemed like someone⁠​ who always keeps⁠⁠ his word. What⁠​‍ do you think,⁠ Ryozo?”

Ryozo​‍ moved her lips‍​ slightly, then nodded​‍‍ gently.

“…If​‍‌ he says he’ll‌​⁠ do something, he‌⁠‍ will. No matter‌⁠‍ what.”

“Right?”⁠​​

Cynthia​ smiled more warmly.​‍​ She ran her‌‍ hand through her​⁠ daughter’s hair.

“Then⁠‌⁠ let’s trust him.‍⁠ And if you’re‌⁠‍ still worried, why​‍ not pray for‍​‍ him? If you​‍⁠ don’t want to‌ do it alone,​‍ I’ll pray with‌​ you.”

“But…‍ who do we‌​ pray to?”

Ryozo⁠‍‌ hesitated. She’d never‍ been a person‌ of faith. But​‍ maybe because of⁠‌ that strange nightmare,‍ her mistrust of‌​‍ the gods had⁠ only deepened.

‘What‌⁠ if the ones⁠‍ fighting against Kang​ Geom-Ma are the⁠‍​ gods?’

An‌ irreverent thought crept‌ into her mind.‌ Maybe that’s why‌​ she didn’t want‌‍ to pray to⁠ them.

“Who​⁠ else? To Heavenly‍‍‌ Sword, of course.”⁠‌‍

“But‌‍​ he’s human. Isn’t‍ it weird for⁠‍‍ a human to​‍ pray to another⁠ human?”

“Prayer​​​ has never been‍​⁠ reserved just for⁠‌ gods, sweetheart.”

At‍​ that moment, a star twinkled in​ the sky. Thanks⁠‌⁠ to the thinning‍ atmosphere, it shone​ brighter than ever.‌

And‌ they multiplied. Hundreds,‌ thousands. Within seconds,‍​⁠ the number skyrocketed.‍

Soon,‍ the sky was⁠ completely filled. The⁠‍‍ estimated count was‌ about three billion—more​​ than half the‌‍ world’s population.

Mother‌​‌ and daughter, mesmerized​‍​ by the sky,⁠​ looked at each⁠‌ other at the‍‍ same time. Cynthia‍‌ smiled and continued.‌⁠⁠

“If​​‍ each of those‍ stars were a human wish, who‍‌ do you think​‍⁠ they’d be for?”‌

The⁠ answer was obvious.⁠ At this moment,​ the figure humanity‌‌‌ trusted most was‌ only one.

“Kang‌‍ Geom-Ma.”

At‍‌ a time when‌ humanity had slowly​‍ stopped relying on‌ abstract deities and⁠ started believing in⁠⁠‌ the tangible. No​​‍ longer leaving everything‍ to fate. No⁠‍ longer calling upon‍ a god whenever⁠‍ something went wrong.⁠​​

Many​ had been influenced‌‍‌ by Kang Geom-Ma’s‍​‍ independent spirit. The⁠⁠ world now valued​‌⁠ personal will more‍‌‍ than blind faith.⁠

Ryozo‍‌‍ looked up at‌‌ the sky again.‍‍​ She closed her‌ eyes and clasped‍⁠‌ her hands together.‌​​ Cynthia did the‌ same beside her.‌

They​⁠​ prayed, silently, but​ with deep sincerity,​ to “Him.”

‘Kang‍​ Geom-Ma.’

Then,‌ the tips of‌​‍ their hair lifted‌ gently, and a faint light spread‌ across their skin.⁠‌​ That light rose‌⁠​ like a beam.⁠‍⁠

A wish. One more⁠‍‍ star joined the‌‌ sky.

***‍‌

The​‍​ battle was erratic‍​​ and chaotic. There‌‍ was no light;⁠‍ vision was completely⁠ obscured. The five⁠​​ senses were dulled.‌⁠‌ I could barely‌‍‌ attack and counter,⁠‍ guided only by‌‍ hazy sensations.

I couldn’t see the​⁠⁠ enemy. I didn’t​‌ even know if‌‍‌ I was spilling‌ blood. As if‍​ swinging a blade​ underwater, the movements​ of the sashimi​ knife were slow‌‍ and heavy.

I breathed in ragged⁠​‍ gasps. Kicked at‍ the air. Swung⁠‌​ the sashimi blade.‌ Lycan occasionally lit​‌‌ the surroundings with⁠ bursts of lightning.‌‍ I moved in‌‍⁠ rhythm with those​‍ fleeting flashes.

Boom‍‌ boom boom boom.‍​

〈Give⁠​ up already.〉

One⁠ of the gods⁠‌⁠ took human form‌‌‍ and spoke. A handsome middle-aged man⁠‌ with luxurious hair⁠ and beard, like⁠​ a divine statue.⁠‍‍

〈You‍ know well your⁠ power is immense.‌‍ After all, it’s‌​ the power that‍‌ once annihilated us.‌ Even if you⁠ don’t know it,‍ a ten-thousandth of‍⁠ us has already⁠ fallen by your‍​⁠ sword.〉

Damn⁠⁠‌ it. I swung‌‍‌ the blade at⁠ nearly the speed⁠ of light and‌‍​ only killed a ten-thousandth?

That⁠​ means there are⁠ hundreds of millions‍ of them. An‌ endless, damn plague⁠‌​ of gods.

〈But⁠ now you’ve abandoned⁠‌​ your divinity and⁠‌ chosen to be‌⁠ human. You won’t​​ defeat us like‌‍ this.〉

Voices​​​ whispered behind the‍‍​ middle-aged man. Mocking,​ clearly directed at⁠‍‌ me. The [Blessing‌​⁠ of Communication] translated‍ the divine language⁠‍​ directly into my⁠ head.

〈Foolish​ human. Giving up‍​ immortality for mortality.〉⁠

〈All​⁠‌ for fleeting pleasure.‌‌ How pathetic, God‌‍ of the Sword.〉‍

〈To‌‌ think this weakened​‌ being was once‌⁠ our butcher… Can’t‌‌​ even see in​ the dark now.​⁠ Truly insignificant.〉

The​‍‌ middle-aged man raised‍ a hand to‌⁠ silence them. He​ seemed to be​‍ their leader.

〈Unfortunately,‍‌​ that’s your current‍ state. Accept it.⁠‍‌ You’re strong—stronger even‍​‌ than before. But‌⁠ as you are‍‍⁠ now, you’re an⁠⁠ incomplete god.〉

He‍‌ extended a hand.‌⁠⁠ With a benevolent‌ smile, his beard​‍‌ glowed like golden⁠ dust.

〈My‍⁠⁠ name is Jupiter.​⁠‍ As the pinnacle‍⁠ of the gods,⁠⁠‍ I offer you​‍ this proposal: become‌‍ our leader in​ my place.〉

A sudden offer. I glared at Jupiter⁠ and looked past​ him.

‘There’s‌‍ no dissent among‌‌ them. They’ve already​ discussed this.’

– Seems that way.​⁠⁠

My‌​⁠ guardian spirit, Lycan,​⁠​ answered my thoughts.​‌ He floated around⁠‍ me like a gray shadow.

‘Isn’t​‌ that just a blatant lie?’

– Gods don’t lie.⁠⁠ Even if they’re‍ hostile, that’s part‌⁠ of their nature.‌⁠ Though… I think‌​‍ he’s faking his‍ appearance a bit.​

Lycan⁠​ squinted. His gaze​‌⁠ tingled like static.⁠⁠

〈God‌‍⁠ of the Sword,​​ I’m not only‌‍ speaking to you.‌‍ I also offer⁠⁠​ a seat to⁠ that lesser creature‍⁠ you harbor inside.‍‌⁠ Wasn’t his name‍⁠ Lycan? What do‌⁠ you say? Tempting,‌ isn’t it? A mortal becoming immortal.​ Unheard of.〉

His⁠ tone turned more‌‌‌ condescending. He scorned‌ with both voice​ and gaze.

‘He’s​ basically looking down‍⁠​ on you.’

– Of course. From‍ his point of‌⁠‍ view, I’m less​ than an insect.⁠ Offering a divine⁠⁠​ seat to a created being must‌ be eating them‍‌ alive. I’m just‍​ bait to drag⁠​‌ you along.

Lycan‍⁠‌ crossed his arms‌‍⁠ calmly. Truly worthy​‍ of his former​‍ title as King​ of the Demon‍ Realm.

‘So,⁠ what will you‌‌‍ do, god?’

– It’s tempting. Gaining‍⁠ divinity means being⁠‍ able to interfere‍ with truth. I could even be‍‍ reborn in a new body. Right‍ now, I’m neither‍​⁠ alive nor dead.​​​

Lycan‌​ smiled cynically. Jupiter’s​‍ expression twisted slightly‍ as if he’d‍ expected that. Lycan‌‍​ smirked.

– Even so, I refuse.

〈A​⁠ created being dares‌​ defy us? Insolent.‌‌⁠ State your reason‌⁠ before you’re erased.〉⁠‌

Jupiter’s‌ eyes gleamed ominously.​ Lycan curled his​​​ lips and spat.​

– Do you know​‌⁠ how many were​ sacrificed by your‌​‍ schemes?

〈No.⁠ And I don’t​‌ care.〉

– That’s why, you⁠⁠ bastard.

Lycan‍ spat like phlegm.‍‍‌ I guess he⁠​‌ learned that from⁠ me. I, Kang‍ Geom-Ma, hereby recognize‌ Lycan as an‍‍ honorary citizen of‌⁠ Korea.

〈Pathetic…〉‍‌⁠

Jupiter‌ sighed, covering his‌​‌ forehead and shaking​​ his head. His⁠ eyes were emotionless.⁠

〈Creations‍‌ rising above their‌​ creators… perhaps that’s‍‌⁠ why you destroyed​​ us before.〉

He⁠ looked at me.​‍⁠ Murderous intent simmered‌​‌ in his eyes.‌‌ His golden beard‍‍⁠ quivered like yellow⁠ tentacles.

〈I‍⁠​ hope you won’t⁠​ make the wrong‍‍ choice.〉

He​​ warned. His eyes​⁠​ turned red, his​ skin slowly shifted⁠ to green. Like​ a werewolf under‍‌ the full moon⁠⁠ about to go‌⁠ mad.

Grrrr…‌​

The⁠‍​ gods behind him‌‍ reacted the same.‍⁠ The dark light​ they emitted twisted‍ the abyss itself.⁠⁠‍

〈We’re​‍ not doing this​⁠ out of goodwill.‌‍⁠ When you defeated​‍‍ us, we understood—this‌⁠ world isn’t the⁠ only one. There‌ are many. Perhaps‌ infinite.〉

Greed⁠ dripped from his‌ voice like oil.​‌

〈We⁠⁠​ want them all.⁠ But we’re trapped​‌⁠ in this world.​‍​ We couldn’t cross‌‍ the boundary. But⁠⁠⁠ when you shattered​‍ us, we understood.〉​⁠

He‍​‌ bared his teeth‍⁠​ coldly. Moved a finger toward me.‌

〈You‌ are the blade‌‌ that can cut⁠​​ through everything. Use⁠ your sword to⁠ tear the boundaries​‌‌ between worlds. Do⁠‍ that, and we’ll⁠‌‍ give you this⁠‍ world.〉

They⁠‍ had everything and​ still wanted more.‍‌ That was their‍ nature and their⁠‍ curse.

The‍​‍ gods had lost‌‍​ interest in this‌‌ world. I thought,⁠⁠‍ if they’re busy‌ invading others, maybe‌ this world will⁠⁠​ have peace. Besides,⁠⁠ traversing other universes​‍‌ would take them⁠​‍ eons.

‘But​‌ what about those⁠​⁠ other worlds?’

Is⁠ saving only this​ world enough? One​‍ thing I know‌ for sure: these‍​⁠ greedy monsters will⁠​‌ get there someday⁠⁠⁠ too.

They’ll‌⁠‍ bring ruin wherever​⁠ they go. Even​⁠‌ if gods exist⁠‍ in those worlds,⁠ their influence will​​‍ be destructive.

– If this were​​ only about this​‌ world, maybe accepting⁠ would be the​‌​ better option.

Lycan‍‌‌ commented.

– But if you‌​ reject them like‌‍ I do, killing‍​ them all will⁠⁠‌ take less time​ than it would​ for you to‍⁠ lose your humanity.‍ I’ll respect your‌​ decision, but for‌ now…

He​ paused.

In⁠ the abyss, sparks​ of light began​⁠ to appear.

Jupiter‍‌⁠ and the gods⁠‌ looked confused. Something​ was happening in‌‌ their domain.

Warm​ particles of light‌ formed a gigantic‌ sphere around us.‌⁠ Then, those lights‍⁠ took on identical⁠​ shapes.

– This is…

Lycan‌⁠​ whispered, in disbelief.⁠‍‍ The lights surrounded‌ us like halos.​

The​​​ raw flesh of‌​​ the abyss was‌⁠ exposed. Those who‌⁠‍ hid in darkness​⁠ were revealed. Blades‍ of light pointed​‌‌ at all of⁠⁠​ them at once.⁠‍

Each‍‌ one was weak.‍ But gathered—billions of‍ them—even fireflies could​​‍ shine like a sun.

My⁠‌​ eyes moved from⁠⁠ counting them to‍​ glaring at the‍ gods in fury.‌

‘Now‍ I can see‍‌ their true faces.’‌

Monstrous‍ forms, part abyssal‌​ creature, part human.​‌ I couldn’t help​​​ but laugh.

“I‌​⁠ don’t bargain with‌‍ fish. I’m a swordsman.”

I pointed Murasame at​ the enemies. The​‍ rays of light—the‍ wishes of humanity—launched,‍ tearing through the⁠​ darkness.

“Technique⁠​‌ of the Just​ Blade.”

The‍ abyss howled. Screams‍⁠ of death echoed​‍ amid the weave‍ of sacred light.‌​

“I’ll⁠⁠‌ cut down every‌‌ last one of‌‍ you.”

The⁠⁠ sword that slays‍​ gods… is the‍‍ spirit of humanity.‌

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