Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 998

#998. Vain delusion

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In the light of dawn.

he was watching

An endless stream of monsters.

The fiercest battle fought by the army of heroic spirits returning from the underworld against such monsters.

No it wasn’t a fight.

Malice to kill the opponent.

The sublime to protect.

Anger hotter than fire.

terrible suffering and death.

It was a ‘war’ that engulfed everything like a whirlpool and swallowed everything.

So he remembered.

a very long time ago

start your own.

Even as a child, he wasn’t even a pacifist, let alone a particularly devout believer.

Rather, I lived a promiscuous life.

What changed him was the death of his father.

After being shocked that even his great father, who enjoyed wealth and glory as the Prime Minister of a country, became a worthless corpse after his death.

he was looking for

What is life after all?

what is after death

Why were humans born and what do they live for?

And during that wandering, he saw the horrors of war and became a pacifist.

I believed that no matter what the meaning of life and death was, at least there should not be a catastrophe like war that would make all human beings devastated.

That’s why I tried to find a way to persuade everyone to achieve peace through non-violent persuasion… but

the result was disastrous.

The more influenced by him, the more.

And the more you sincerely wish for peace.

This is because people suffered more severe violence and discrimination, and there were many cases of even being killed.

Through that experience, he understood.

That in order to truly obtain and maintain peace, more than a strong mind, an overwhelming ‘power’ to suppress violence is needed.

So it was.

Why did he visit the Sword Tower?

Because the only way to gain absolute power to eliminate all war in this world was to become a Sword Master.

But after seeing those practicing swordsmanship there.

He fell into another agony.

Among them, there were those who genuinely wanted to see the tip of the sword, but the number was a minority.

Most of them, like him, were trying to obtain the power of the absolute for their own wishes, beliefs, and ambitions.

What if they become sword masters?

And what if you start a war?

can you stop yourself?

Even if it is blocked, won’t it end up being another war?

After many trials and tribulations, he finally realized the answer to the question he had been struggling with for the rest of his life.

In order not to fight, we need the strength to fight, and the purpose of war is peace after all, just as peace and war are two sides of the same coin.

Same goes for life and death.

For those who are happy in life, death is a fear.

But for those whose life is painful, royalties are hell, and death can be a respite.

Pain and happiness are not different.

Know that the world is contradictory.

when you get to cut it

he got a sword

I made up my mind.

No matter how much blood is shed, I will conquer the world and remove all borders.

Success or failure didn’t matter.

In the end, the cycle of contradiction will end if war ends and eternal peace is established.

If failure continues and the cycle of contradiction continues, people will gain happiness and unhappiness worthy of karma in the cycle of reincarnation as before.

Quarreureung!

So it was.

I’ve been called from the underworld at best.

The reason why he stayed at the border of dawn and watched the war.

Even if the purpose and method are different, if the Constellations destroy mankind, the cycle of contradiction will end.

To keep peace in a world already on the verge of destruction, and rather to end all suffering and give rest.

It was clear which of the two was easier.

Wow!

[Be careful.]

But why?

The moment when Hasneti is in danger.

Eventually, he crossed the boundary of dawn and blocked her way.

[You still have work to do.]

Maybe it’s because his intervention was so unexpected.

Hasneti, who was looking at him with bloody eyes, opened her mouth after a short silence.

“Why did you save me?”

[Is the reason important?]

“….”

[If it is not important, please step away. There will be no need for you to step out anyway.]

Bling.

The monk with a gentle smile turned around and walked slowly.

―Toward the monsters rushing in like waves.

And indeed, of course.

The monk’s actions attracted the attention of the monsters.

After blocking the attack on Hasneti, the monsters attacked him at once as he protruded alone behind the army of heroic spirits.

Kwakwagwagwang!

is it dozens?

Or hundreds.

From the curse of instant death, arrows that can crush even mountains, and the chill that freezes even the soul.

A concentrated attack by countless absolute self-class monsters.

It is a barrage of power that even changes the terrain, shaking not only Cairo but also the entire African continent in the aftermath.

It was a feast of absolute destruction that even a sword master would not dare to avoid and had no choice but to die.

Pooh!

…okay.

If the opponent hadn’t stopped.

The moment when the monk, who steadfastly received the countless fires with his body and rushed forward, burrowed into the middle of the army of monsters.

It started with a butchery.

A monster as big as a mountain.

A monster with a snake’s head.

A monster whose entire body is made of metal.

Beat it with your fists, cut it with your knives, and trample it with your feet.

Like a chariot circulating a flock of sheep, the monk broke through thousands of monsters alone.

Of course, the monsters were not sheep that were frightened and ran away when they met a beast, but rather were wolves that bared their teeth and rushed at them.

The monsters tried to defeat him by bypassing the absolute defense with all kinds of methods such as sealing and freezing bondage.

The shock gradually built up in his body, which was already overworked by the monsters’ concentrated fire.

But he really didn’t care much about the physical pain.

I just thought.

The reason why he saved Hasneti.

‘Now that they have become Master’s companions, if they pass this hurdle, someday they will be put at a crossroads of choice.’

Yes.

I don’t know if it perishes like this.

If we somehow overcome this crisis, the Seven Dragons will have a chance.

A chance to end all wars and achieve eternal peace as the savior of the world and a force with power that no one dares to surpass.

‘And at that moment of choice, she will play an important role.’

he was sure

As the Red Dragon Clan pursues struggle itself, of course, they know the horrors of war better than anyone else.

Hasneti, who managed to bring about peace in Africa, which had been in chaos for a long time, would play a big role in fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

And that one reason alone was enough reason for him to return to this world.

For a reason.

‘…I’m also really stupid.’

But he knew.

Unlike eternal rest, peace is hard to get no matter how hard you try, and it will collapse someday.

However, there is one reason why he eventually returned.

‘I know that life and death are not different. I still haven’t let go of vain delusions.’

okay.

Yes.

Even though he had already learned that life is suffering, he couldn’t give up his compassion in the end.

He is a monk after all.

I love peace more than anyone else.

Because he had lived his life hoping for peace and happiness for everyone.

‘Master must have taught me that because he knew that I was bound to contradict myself.’

live to die

I love you, but I resent you.

To fight for peace.

Good, but also evil at the same time.

Even if everything in the world is contradictory, he is the most contradictory being.

As a ‘human’.

The monk laughs.

Even though he perfected his body that could block even the sword master’s sword by cutting contradictions, in the end he couldn’t escape the contradictions of humans.

Rather than lamenting about it, in my own heart feeling calm satisfaction.

Above all, to the teachings of a teacher who showed me how to live as a human being rather than a superhuman being, even though he is the absolute of absolutes.

Quadd!

and.

in such satisfaction.

The movements of the monks change.

Immediately after the body, which had firmly received all attacks, gently shed them.

Just by stretching out his fist, the power shot like a bullet crossed the boundary and destroyed the monsters one after another.

As if jumping over space and process, the remnants appearing in two places cut down two monsters at the same time.

The movement changes more rapidly as the satisfaction of accepting oneself who has not escaped the contradiction deepens.

His sword also changes.

Combination of body and sword.

A spear that can pierce anything.

A shield that blocks anything.

As if reconciling two things that are absolutely incompatible, he cuts through contradictions and uses his body as a sword.

Thanks to that, he has perfected the strongest body among the sword masters thus far, and has achieved an absolute defense against all attacks.

However, swordsmanship in the world was not limited to strong swords that could not be broken.

A soft sword.

A flying sword.

A dazzling fantasy sword.

A quick quick sword.

A slow blunt sword.

Exquisite twin swords.

A heavy heavy sword is

a stealthy killing sword.

A destructive sword.

A dangerous counter-sword.

every time you move a muscle.

every step you take.

every time you stretch out your fist.

whenever you are still.

The back of the hand, the fingers, the palm, the elbow, the tip of the foot, the sole of the foot, the knee, the shoulder, the back, the head.

The moment when numerous swordsmanships that had been mixed and spread throughout the body merged into one.

『No-Ae-Mugung-No-Day

無碍無窮 無一

Sword of

Shiva शिव की तलवार』

Perberberberberberberberbeobuck!

―A storm of destruction devouring everything descended upon the army of monsters.

The contradiction that slow can’t be fast.

The contradiction that if you stop, you can’t move.

The contradiction of attacking first and not being able to counterattack.

The contradiction that being hard cannot be soft.

By slicing them all down, numerous swordsmanships are simultaneously performed throughout a person’s body.

Each one of them is infinitely insufficient compared to the swordsmanship of other sword masters.

In particular, compared to the yam-yong-salgeom, which uses a number of sword techniques properly mixed in the realm of swordsmanship, it was even outrageous.

Even if I used a sword, if I forced myself to do this, even the mighty dragon sword wouldn’t last and would break.

-Only one exception.

Except for the sword, which contradicts itself.

And the result of realizing such an absolutely impossible contradiction was truly catastrophic.

Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa!

A remnant arises.

to moving too fast.

To the story that unfolded in contradiction.

Ten thirty fifty fifty one hundred.

Thus, hundreds of remnants appearing and disappearing in different postures and with conflicting techniques.

Even though it was clearly not an entity, no monster could withstand the place where the remnant passed through, and it was broken, cut, and crushed.

In that way, Hasneti and the National Guard, as well as the spirits who have returned from the underworld, do not even dare to help and watch with their mouths wide open.

Countless remnants swept through the legion of monsters, fast, slow, strong, soft, dazzling, stealthy, distant, close, heavy, and light.

and after a while

Even if it’s not the best sword in the world.

A person who has become a sword that surpasses even the mighty dragon sword himself.

When the strongest human sword finally stopped its movement, there were no more monsters and legions of monsters left there.

Only countless remains formed a sea of blood, like pork sliced by a hard blade.

in that sea of blood.

As if wishing the monster peace.

After putting both palms together.

At the end of watching the vacant seat of the translucent monk who disappeared into the light of dawn with a gentle smile, with his grandmother who returned from the underworld, in awe.

Nadia thought blankly.

It might be a more absurd miracle that Hasneti was able to kill that monster than this situation where the dead are resurrected.