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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 299: Joaquin Academy (3)

Chapter 299: Joaquin Academy (3)

“Are‍ you not going‍‍​ to regret it?”‍

That’s‍‌⁠ what my other⁠‌ self said when‍ I chose one‍‌ of the two‍​⁠ options without hesitation.​‍

“No.”​‍‍

I nodded. There was‍‍​ nothing to think‍‍ about; my answer⁠‍​ was already decided.‍‌‍

“You‌⁠ knew I’d choose⁠‌​ that one, didn’t​‍‌ you?”

My‍‌​ other self knew⁠⁠ it perfectly well,​‌‍ yet still asked.⁠‍ Because no one​​ knows me better‌​ than I do.‍

“I​‌‍ knew it, but‌⁠ until you say​ it out loud,‍ it’s not set⁠⁠‍ in stone.”

My⁠ other self shrugged‌‍ and smiled. I looked at him‍‍ in silence for‍​‌ a moment before​​⁠ asking,

“Hey,‍ you’re a foreign‌‍ god, right? Is‍⁠ it really okay​ for you to⁠ interfere with mortal‍ matters like this?​⁠ According to the‌‍ Pope, foreign gods‍‍​ are only observers.”​

He‌‍ let out a laugh.

“Normally,‌⁠⁠ yes. But there​‍‍ are no immutable‌​ laws in this‍‍ world. The world⁠⁠⁠ is flexible, full‌ of variables. And‌⁠⁠ right now is⁠‍‍ a perfect example‌ of that. Want⁠‌ the truth? I thought you’d pick⁠‍ option one.”

An‌‌‍ unexpected answer. It‍ threw me off‍⁠⁠ for a moment,​⁠​ but I let‍‌ him continue.

“Because⁠ I picked option‌‌‍ one. Don’t ask⁠‌ me why. It’d‌ take too long⁠‌ to explain. It’d‍ be like asking‍⁠ you to tell‍ me everything you’ve‌⁠‍ experienced since you⁠‌ possessed yourself in​‌ that world.”

“Ah.”⁠​‌

“You⁠‍ get it instantly,​⁠ right? Even if‌‌ you summarized your‍ one-year journey, it’d⁠ be a full-length​ novel. Mine would‌ be even longer.⁠ In my timeline,⁠ for example, after‌​ graduating from Joaquin‌‌ Academy, the Second⁠​ Great Human-Demon War​‌‍ broke out. Want​ to hear about⁠‍‌ it? Say the⁠ word, and I’ll‌‌‌ tell you. I’ve​​⁠ got all the⁠‍‍ time in the‌⁠‌ world.”

My​ other self spoke​‌‍ as if probing,⁠ but I immediately​ shook my head.​‌⁠

I know how precious⁠​⁠ time is. If‌‌‌ you rewind hundreds⁠‍​ of millions of⁠ years at superluminal‍⁠ speed, a second⁠‍​ feels like pure⁠ gold.

‘He‍ probably doesn’t mind​​ too much.’

After⁠‍​ all, he’s me.‌‌‌ And if he’s‍⁠‍ like me, he’s⁠‌ probably not good​ with words either.⁠⁠⁠

‘Now‌‌‍ that I think​‌ about it, the‍⁠⁠ God of the⁠ Sword was also‍⁠ me.’

Then⁠​⁠ I get that⁠​ strange way of‍ communicating. Besides, he⁠‍‍ had no one‍‍ to talk to…‍

I regret treating him‌⁠‌ so coldly back‌‍ then. But nothing​ can be done‍‌​ about it now.‌

“Well,​⁠​ looks like our‌ talk is ending.‌‌‍ Let’s wrap this​⁠‌ up.”

My​‌ other self kneeled⁠‍⁠ and slowly stood‌⁠ up. I looked​​‍ up at him,​⁠​ slightly awestruck.

‘He‌​​ should be the‍⁠‌ same height as‌‍ me, yet the‌​‌ difference in perspective‍⁠‌ is overwhelming.’

This⁠‌ other self I’d‍‌​ spoken with so‌​ familiarly stood in⁠ a place no‍ one else could‌ reach.

The​ ambition of “those​​ idiots” to claim​‍​ every timeline now⁠ seemed like childish⁠ whimsy.

‘Maybe⁠ the reason he‌ doesn’t interfere with‌​⁠ timelines directly is​ because, from his​​‍ view, he doesn’t⁠ need to.’

I was convinced. No​⁠⁠ matter how hard‌‍ they try, they’ll​‍‌ never surpass him.‌​ Even if they‍‌​ jump, they’re still​ within the Buddha’s‍ palm.

In‍‌‌ other words, because⁠ this foreign god⁠‌ intervened, those idiots‌ achieved their goal.⁠‌ After all, the‌‍ entire timeline trembled⁠ because of him.​

“You⁠‌‌ don’t have to⁠​‌ worry about crossing⁠‌‌ timelines again like⁠​‍ when you first​‌ arrived. You’re already⁠⁠ there—or rather, I’m‌ already there. Technically​​‍ speaking, we’re just‌​ going to ‘swap’⁠‌ our existences.”

The⁠⁠ foreign god held​ out his hand.​‌​

“Simply⁠⁠ put, we’re switching⁠‌ shifts. I didn’t⁠‌ do much, so‌‌‌ don’t worry. The‌⁠‍ most I did​⁠⁠ was bring Leon​ back to Earth‍ from the Moon,⁠‍ where he was⁠​​ sobbing.”

…Isn’t‍⁠​ that quite a lot? His intent⁠⁠ to downplay it​ was pretty obvious.‍⁠‍

“Take‌ my hand. You’ll‍‍ be home.”

My⁠⁠​ other self smiled‍‍​ warmly. I reached‍ out to take​ his hand, but‌⁠ paused for a second.

“Congratulations‍ on your graduation.‌ At least you⁠⁠​ finished high school.”⁠​

That​ was my farewell.​ The foreign god‍ was stunned for‌⁠⁠ a moment, then‌​ lifted the corner​⁠ of his mouth.‌‍

“Then‌‌‍ congrats in advance⁠​‌ to you too.‌‍ Two years feels‌‍‍ long to a teenager, but it’ll​‌ fly by.”

“I​ know. I was‌‌​ in my forties‍ in my previous‍‌‍ life.”

I gripped his hand.⁠ Then my body⁠‍‍ began to disintegrate,‌‍ starting from the‍⁠​ limbs, like turning‍ to grains.

“That’s​​ why I want‌ to record every⁠‍ day I have​⁠ left at the​ Academy. My teacher⁠ always said—”

“The‌‌ habit of keeping‌​ a journal.”

My‍‍‌ other self finished⁠ the sentence.

“Journals​⁠ are good. You‌ never know… maybe‌​⁠ someone somewhere will‍‌⁠ read your story.⁠⁠⁠ Maybe someone even‌‍⁠ above me.”

“Someone‌ above a foreign⁠⁠​ god?”

“Told⁠​‌ you. There are⁠ no absolute laws‍ in this world.​ I’m just another‍ cog keeping the​⁠ timeline running. I’m‌​‌ not everything. Anyway,​ time’s up.”

His‍ final words were—​‌‍

“Be⁠⁠ happy. Because you​ deserve it.”

And​ so, as my‍ consciousness faded, I disappeared completely.

***​

[You‍⁠ have acquired the⁠⁠​ Final Fragment, “Joaquin⁠ Academy.”]

—Flash!‍​

『The​ beginning and the‍ end of all⁠‌‌ things.』

[With⁠ all fragments obtained,​ your latent divinity‌‍‍ is fully unlocked.]​

[…]⁠‌​

[…]‌

[Well​‍​ done.]

***⁠‍

Through‍‍⁠ the curtain of⁠​⁠ rain, Kuarne turned⁠‌ pale at the‍‌⁠ sight of the⁠‌​ dark divine silhouette.‍‌

His⁠​​ body trembled as‌‍ if in spasms.‌ His goat-like chin​⁠ quivered, and his‌ rectangular pupils shrank⁠ completely.

‘What‍​ kind of state​⁠‌ is that…?’

If⁠⁠ Kang Geom-Ma had‍ ascended as a true god, he‌ would’ve welcomed it‌⁠ with joy. Even⁠​ if he stabbed​ him in his​⁠‌ frenzy, he would⁠‍​ have accepted it​⁠ with a smile.⁠‍⁠

Kuarne’s⁠​‌ desire was never⁠‌ for himself. His​‍‌ mind was filled‌​‌ only with Kang‌⁠ Geom-Ma. There was⁠‌​ no space for‍⁠ himself in that​‌ place.

He⁠⁠⁠ dreamed of it‌‍‌ every night. That‍​‍ man becoming the‍‌‌ master of the‍⁠ world, and he,‌​ kneeling beneath him‌⁠ in obedience.

Just‌ imagining it sent‌‍​ shivers down his​⁠⁠ spine and made‍‍⁠ his body tremble.⁠⁠ But now, Kuarne‍‍⁠ shuddered for a very different reason.⁠ As a former⁠ lackey of the‌ gods, he could⁠⁠ tell at a glance.

That⁠‌​ being approaching—Kang Geom-Ma.‍

He‌​​ was not a god.

From⁠ that perspective, his​ presence was extraordinarily‌ unnatural. Though human,⁠ the power he​ held surpassed that​ of the gods.​⁠‍ It was truly​⁠​ astonishing.

“H-how⁠ is this possible!?”⁠⁠⁠

Kuarne⁠ screamed at the⁠​ top of his⁠⁠ lungs, wringing out​‍‌ his voice in‍‍‌ desperation.

“How‍⁠‍ can a mere⁠ human body contain⁠⁠ a god!? This‌‌ goes beyond blasphemy,‌ beyond language itself!”‌

It⁠‍‍ was a tantrum.‍‌⁠ His desperate wish⁠⁠⁠ of hundreds of‍‌‍ thousands of years⁠‍ had crumbled. The⁠ wave of madness⁠​‍ drowned his reason​ completely. His already‌ hideous face became‍‍ even more grotesque.⁠​

Kang​​‍ Geom-Ma did not‌ respond. He stared​ steadily at Joaquin​⁠ Academy.

It⁠‍ lay in ruins.‌ The once radiant​ buildings were now⁠​ covered in blood,⁠‌ the majestic main​ hall split in‌‌ half. It was​⁠⁠ hard to find​ a single intact‌ corner.

And‍ there, the heroes,​‌ covered in dust,​ looked at him‌‌‍ in reverence. They⁠‍​ leaned on each‍‍ other, intoxicated with‌‌‍ relief.

‘Ah,​​⁠ of course.’

The‌​‌ Academy was the‌ cradle and home​‌⁠ of heroes. In‍‌‍ the end, buildings⁠⁠⁠ were just structures.‌⁠​ They could be‍ rebuilt.

The⁠​‌ heroes were still‌‌ alive. That was‌​⁠ enough. The Academy‌ stood firm. Its‍​‌ knowledge and wisdom⁠‌ would live on.⁠​

“Answer⁠ me, Kang Geom-Ma!”⁠

Kuarne⁠ demanded furiously. The​​ demon had lost‍‌‌ everything. All that⁠‌ remained was the​​ life he so⁠ despised.

Kang​ Geom-Ma raised his‌⁠ sashimi. A swirl​ of light enveloped⁠​⁠ the blade. A light so cold‌ it was as​ if the sun​⁠⁠ itself had frozen‌‍ upon it.

Fwoosh…‍‌

A gentle breeze blew.⁠‌‍ The low grass⁠‌⁠ bent. It cooled⁠​ the sweat of​‍ the heroes. Even​⁠‌ the demons felt‍‌⁠ kindness in that‌​⁠ wind. It was⁠​​ a current that⁠‍ made no distinction‌‍‍ between friend or​ foe.

“I‌ can’t accept your⁠​⁠ existence! You could’ve⁠ shone brighter than​​‌ anyone! Why? Why​ did you choose⁠ the filthy human⁠​​ path!? How!? How‌‌​ could you give⁠⁠‍ up everything in‍⁠ this world!?”

Kuarne‌ screamed as he⁠ charged. He violently⁠⁠⁠ shoved aside Leon⁠ and Metatron, who⁠⁠⁠ tried to stop‌⁠‍ him. His torn⁠​‍ black arms lunged⁠​ with brutal force‍​ toward a single‍ point.

“I‍ haven’t given up⁠‌‌ anything.”

That‌ was Kang Geom-Ma’s​ reply. Though his‍​⁠ words meant nothing‍ to the deafened‍ Kuarne.

He‍​ wasn’t expecting an⁠⁠‌ answer anyway. He​ didn’t have the​‍ habit of chatting⁠‍ with the dying.‍

“I’m‌‌‌ not like you.”‌‌

That‍‍ was all he⁠​​ said.

Kuarne⁠​ drew close. From‍​ his back, black‌‍ arms rose like⁠ mantras and snapped​‍‍ their fingers in⁠ unison.

Five​‍ thousand pairs of‍ dark arms. Ten‍‌ thousand spells cast⁠​ at once. Spells​‌ powerful enough to‌⁠​ lay waste on‌‌‌ their own surged‌⁠‍ toward Kang Geom-Ma.⁠‌​

The‌ sky filled with‌‌‌ dazzling magic.

Space​ twisted and tore​‍​ as Kang Geom-Ma⁠ brought down his‍ sashimi.

A single cut descended.‌‌‌ A strike that‍⁠‌ embodied all the‌ laws of the‌⁠ sword. And immediately,⁠ the vision went‍⁠‍ white.

The⁠ magic and black‍‍ arms stopped just⁠ an inch from⁠‌​ his face. Just‍‌‌ before impact.

In‍ that completely bleached⁠ world, they exploded⁠​‍ like crisscrossing lightning⁠​‌ and then, like⁠​‍ small suns detonating,‌ burst one after​ another into red‍‍‍ spheres.

BOOM‌⁠ BOOM BOOM BOOM!​‍

The‌‍⁠ gentle wind became‌‍⁠ a scorching tornado⁠ that swept everything‍​ away, heat clinging​ to the ground.​​

Heroes​ and demons lay‍ flat, clinging to​⁠‌ the mud to​⁠⁠ avoid being swept⁠‌ away by the⁠⁠ gust.

Amid‍ the deafening noise,⁠ someone slightly lifted‌‍‌ their head. Their‍​ eyes widened.

“…!”⁠

Their⁠​ pupils grew as​ large as lanterns.​ They looked up⁠ with a stunned​‍ expression, and the‍‍ heroes beside them‌​‍ also lifted their⁠‌ gaze.

And⁠​ all showed the⁠‌‌ same reaction. The⁠‍⁠ greatest awe is​ expressed in silence.​

When​​​ the sky and‌ earth divide, the​ horizon is born.‌⁠‌ When the sea‌​ splits, the waterline‍ emerges. Thus, everything‌‍‍ in the universe‌ is organized in⁠​ up and down,‌‌‍ in horizontal lines.‌‍‌

But​​ here, that principle‍​ and logic were⁠ denied.

The‍ open sky revealed⁠​⁠ a universe filled​⁠‌ with stars and‌‌ galaxies.

It‌​⁠ wasn’t just a split cloud.

The⁠ sky itself had​​ been divided.

That‍ majestic, breathtaking sight‌‌ overwhelmed everyone. In‌‌‌ the crystalline retinas​‍ of the heroes,⁠‍​ stars shone. And⁠‍⁠ in the center,⁠‍​ Kang Geom-Ma, standing‌ above the clouds.‌

Inaccessible.​ Supreme. The stars​⁠ looked like dust‍⁠ next to him.‌​​ Even galaxies and‌​‍ celestial bodies were‌ mere ornaments to⁠ him.

Oh,⁠ heavens… If that‌‍‍ man isn’t a god, who could​‍⁠ dare claim to⁠ be?

The‍‌⁠ heroes wept.

They⁠ bowed their foreheads​ to the ground​‍‍ and worshiped the⁠ sky with their‌​ napes exposed.

The⁠​‌ gods’ blessing that‍ guided them manifested⁠ in that scene.‌⁠⁠

Despair⁠‌ and pain were​​‌ wiped away. A wave of reverence‍‍⁠ spread across the‌‍ land instantly.

Not​ even the demons​ were an exception.​‍​ Each, in their​​​ own way, bowed​‌ in devotion.

In⁠​ the deep silence,​ only Kuarne whimpered.⁠⁠

“…Ah.”‌

Kuarne‍ looked down. He​⁠⁠ scratched his chest‌ with thin nails.⁠‌

A line of blood‍ split his sternum.​⁠‍ From that tiny‍​​ crack, spiderweb-like fractures​ formed all over‌ his body.

The​ breaks thickened. Until‌​ not an inch​⁠‍ of skin remained‌ untouched.

Kuarne‌‍​ slowly raised his⁠‌ head. Tears slid​‌‌ down his blood-lined‌ face.

“You‍‌ truly took everything‍⁠ from me…”

And​⁠‍ with those words,‍⁠ he vanished with⁠ a soft pop.⁠‍ Nothing remained. He⁠ evaporated without a trace.

Step.⁠

My‌ feet touched the⁠‌⁠ ground. My hair​‍⁠ waved as if‍‌‌ I walked underwater.‍

My⁠​‍ eyes lingered on‌ my feet for‌ a while. How‍‍​ long had it⁠‍ been since I stood on solid‌‍ earth? It felt​⁠ strange.

I took a deep‌ breath. Felt the‌​ texture of the‍ air in my⁠​ nose. Then I looked away from‌ the ground and‍‌‍ glanced around.

A field full of‌ corpses. Pools of‌‌ blood among bodies,‍​‍ all bowed before‍ me. A heavy‍ silence spread everywhere.⁠⁠

I let out a bitter smile. Still,​ everyone desperately waited‍⁠ for me to⁠​ speak.

“Raise‌⁠ your heads.”

I spoke.

“We’ve‌​ won.”

My​​ declaration echoed across⁠ the silent world.⁠

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