It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It - Chapter 190



190. Absolute Good

There was nothing to hinder us on our way to the Four Seasons Tower.

Imperial territory with much better-maintained roads. There are no obstacles, and the enemies that appear are below the level. As we wiped out the group of thieves who stood in our way, no one attacked us anymore, as if rumors had spread.

It’s not completely nonexistent, but at least it was only enough to wipe out the cream before it even got close to it with the holy power bombardment. After that, the trip became very pleasant.

[Looking at Empire, there’s nothing special.]

I yawned, dangling from Cream’s waist. Well, if it was natural, it was natural. In the Empire, you have to go to that remote area to see monsters, and if there are no monsters, what fun would there be on this continent?

If the true value of an empire’s power comes from the people gathered, it’s only natural that we’re avoiding people. Still, I’m bored.

I looked across from me. On the other side of the cream, the sheath of the sword he had grown accustomed to seeing hung over. Although their shapes and personalities are different, the two swords on the balance of being a hero were as balanced as twins.

Is it just an unfortunate coincidence that our weights are almost the same, or is it a coincidence of the creators? Now i don’t know

[Hey, hey. Holy sword.]

[Yes…]

It is pitiful to see him exhausted from being hit here and there. I’m sorry, so I won’t play with you for a day or so. The holy sword would probably be very grateful for my efforts like this.

By the way.

[There is something I want to ask you.]

[Ha, ask.]

Seeing that the reaction was milder than expected, it must have really lost a lot of energy. I could feel Cream glancing at us, but she withdrew her gaze.

[So, what is the real reason for following the hero?]

[Haa, are you talking about that again?]

[No, honestly, I’m curious. Judging from what you’re talking about, it doesn’t seem like you’re hung up on God that much.]

It’s easy to mistake the Holy Sword for a common crazy fanatic, seeing that it is sensitive to the taboos set by the three gods and follows the warriors set by the three gods, but the look of the holy sword I saw was far from that.

It is certainly correct to follow and respect the doctrine of the three gods, but it was her own actions that determined the principles of her actions. It was the same even though he showed the warrior that he was hanging himself.

If Cream is obsessed with any object called ‘me’, then the object that the Holy Sword is obsessed with is stronger than the hero’s, ‘I serve the hero’.

They were identical in terms of morbid obsession, but from the point of view of the ego, the two had completely different meanings.

[Isn’t it?]

[······You are right.]

The answer that came back was not a normal mental wave, it was shot only towards me so that no one else could hear it. Of course, Cream could steal even this.

Of course, the holy sword would know that too. Even so, if you dare to say it this way, it must mean that it is a story that you do not want others to hear.

[You said you remember your human days, right? Very envious.]

It was in the form of a question, but I didn’t want an answer, so I kept my mouth shut. Yes, I clearly remember when I was a man.

An ordinary young man Kim Si-woo. And the golden adventurer Shu. I remember all those moments. Over the years, many things have been forgotten, and emotions have faded, but I have not forgotten who I once was.

[I don’t know a thing about my past. Who I was before I became a sword, how I became a sword. Even more, whoever made me is everything.]

All ego weapons are made with the soul of a being that was once a ‘human’. It’s not even possible with a moderate soul. Through countless years and bloodshed, the soul is destined to be corrupted.

In fact, even for a strong soul, there is only a difference in the length of time they endure, but the end is the same. The fragments of the imperfect soul that dwell in the armor eventually become stained with blood and go mad, and are called demonic swords.

That is the destiny that Kang Chul, who has a heart in this world, will meet. There are no exceptions.

Except for one thing.

[I only remember one thing. This world must be saved.]

It is the only holy sword in another world, and the only absolute goodness in this world said so.

[I knew that it was an emotion close to obsessive compulsive disorder. What on earth do I have to be saved from, what can I, who is nothing more than a sword in the end, do… Before I even thought about it, the answer was in front of me.]

[Answer?]

[Yes. I’ve been a holy sword since the day I first came into the world. From the day I opened my eyes, there were people who praised me as a holy sword, there were warriors who would hold me on the battlefield, and even the enemies I had to face were all prepared. Like a well-organized stage.]

I searched the timeline in my head for a while. What was the order of the warriors? Right now, the name of Crime’s hero is Peace, and since she is the last, going back…

[So, is that the first hero, the ‘hero of the covenant’?]

[No. The second hero recorded in history, the ‘unknown warrior’, was my first master. The world is infested with darkness, and seeing the people suffering under it, I naturally made my decision.]

It was not difficult to guess what that decision was from looking at the holy sword now.

[After that, I naturally became the holy sword and took on the role of defeating the demon king. Well, even if I had a different mind, would there have been a way? I am just a sword.]

Since I’m in the same situation, this makes me very uncomfortable. Still, among the Ego Weapons, I belonged to an axis that was quite well off. I was able to move at least occasionally by stealing the owner’s body.

However, most ego weapons did not have that ability. Although it is possible to trick an opponent into ruin with words, there is a clear difference between directly manipulating the body.

The Holy Sword has also lived like that. Longer than me. Just powerlessly being held in someone else’s hands and being swung around.

[Still, I was quite satisfied at first. The warriors also did their best to match the image created as a ‘hero’, and no matter what the process was, the demon king eventually fell. However.]

While we were exchanging trivial conversations, Cream continued to run. Unlike the thickly stretched forest, the tar road continued like a spider’s web.

Perhaps I smelled the scent of death on the pavement of the road that would connect the entire empire like a net. It is on a different level from simply rotting a corpse.

It is a fraud that can only be taken on when, like me, you maliciously use death and the soul.

[No matter how many times the darkness of the world has been cleared, why can’t this world be happy?]

The taboos of the gods become vulgar jokes

Nobody cares about those things anymore

The Holy Map of the Five Pillars is Buried in Oblivion

In an age when the name of the night that chewed up the world was forgotten.

A girl who once wanted to be a hero was running through the empire.

The world expands and contracts arbitrarily. Dots that were far away come closer in an instant, and before you can properly recognize their shape, lightning falls from the sky.

She brushed the cream over the spot where only soot remained, as if nothing had happened. I involuntarily open my mouth, and the dying souls follow our procession, leading long tails.

Maybe they were really bandits. Or it might be a lost traveler, or a merchant taking a break. It could be all three.

But is it important? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter at all.

[Why people, we, me.]

It is a very natural day for a kind neighbor to rape her daughter while she is away, and for a petty thief to set her house on fire the next day.

No one makes fun of the victim. Why? Because you can suffer the same. However, they do not even plead with the perpetrators. Why? Because you can do the same yourself.

[Am I always going in the exact opposite direction of the direction I want to go?]

In a world where one human being can ignore the opinions of dozens or hundreds of times as many people, any belief loses its meaning.

The holy sword is the sword that cut the heads of the most demon kings. If you think about the meaning of the word a little deeper, it also means this. The demon king is born by declaring someone to be the demon king.

So, the number of heads of the demon lord that the holy sword harvested is included in the number of innocent victims who did not get a drop of blood on the blade of the holy sword.

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[Why are you talking to me like this?]

Aside from her secrets we haven’t told her, this is probably her concern as she is her holy sword.

The Holy Sword was confused and silent for a moment. Now she is more impulsive and emotional than usual.

[Anyway, thanks to you, I can continue to be with the hero.]

[Thank you?]

[I’m not thankful. If it wasn’t for you, the hero wouldn’t have committed so many evil deeds.]

The Holy Sword is right. Cream is cold-hearted and ruthless, and has no hesitation in taking her life, but she does not particularly enjoy killing or rejoicing at the suffering of others.

At this level, he belongs to the highest level of personality by the standards of another world. Due to her nature of not refusing requests from others, without me, she would have become an average or exemplary warrior.

However, the premise is wrong. The reason Cream entered Vigo where the holy sword sleeps was all in order to find me.

[How much more blood, sin, and death will I have to see?]

[Didn’t I tell you? If you have any complaints, you can always go back.]

[I can’t do that. At least, the hero will defeat the demon king someday.]

In a world where strength is everything, the beliefs of the powerless are so fleeting.

[Surely, because of that, the world will be saved once more…]

[Even if unnecessarily many sacrifices occur in the process?]

[Yes.]

I looked back at the spot where Cream struck her, already blackened. The last thing a person’s life left in this world is just a black mark.

The evils committed by the warriors of the past must have been quietly forgotten in a place where no one pays attention, like that soot.

[Because I am the sword of the hero.]

And, only one sword would have carved that into his head.

I tried my best to suppress the urge to burst into laughter. Yes, did someone refer to the Holy Sword as Absolute Good? That is very true.

She just faced this absurd world, she always did her best (True Good) in her own way. Even at this moment.

That’s why Aries is ‘absolutely’ good, even if she is silent in front of her countless sacrifices, even if I denounce her as a hypocrite. This was an immutable proposition.

[Well, yes.]

But the holy sword doesn’t know. What kind of mind do the warriors of this generation have? What is the identity of her demonic sword that she is having a trivial conversation with her right now?

I don’t know what an evil god is, but I don’t think it’s a disaster on a smaller scale than the devil. What would happen if the Holy Sword found out that he had proudly put his name on the list of those who resurrect evil spirits?

-How much more, what if she finds out that even the god she respects, if not fanatical, is helping to destroy her world?

[Still, if I had to say one word, don’t live so tightly shut.]

[I was born this way, and I will continue to live like this.]

[Anyway, stubbornness, what I mean is to live happily.]

No lofty ideals, lofty beliefs, and lofty futures are all fleeting. It is broken by overwhelming power, collapsed under the cruel reality, and buried in a long time.

So we should stay away from things like that and always live in pursuit of momentary pleasure. In the corner of a boring and boring life, in a very short time chasing sparks.

[Like me.]

From far away, I began to see the shadow of an out-of-this-world tower.