Solo Swordmaster

#1031. Epilogue

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Time passes.

Longer than a moment.

Shorter than eternity.

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Time passes.

Be fair to everything.

Unfair to everything.

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Time passes.

From the end of the world to the end.

From the inside to the outside of the world.

And at the end of that long flow.

‘It’ finally appeared.

Kugugoogung.

Distant or near past.

A battle between the Absolute and the Transcendent took place, numerous stars were destroyed, and even the balance of space and time collapsed, creating a void.

In that deep and distant place.

They showed up.

As if rising from the bottom of time.

Or as if falling from the other side of space.

It was something that appeared suddenly, unnaturally, and metaphysically, and was difficult to define with any words in the world.

Everything is ambiguous, whether it is matter, life, spirit, or element, especially in the sense that it looks different depending on who is looking at it, when and where.

Nevertheless, if I had to give it a name, there would be one.

-Fleet.

battle.

War.

Or invasion.

It was a flight group carrying numerous crew members and moving with a specific purpose.

Considering that the number of ships was greater than the stars in the night sky, even the expression “fleet” felt too downgraded.

Anyway, the center of the fleet.

Sitting on a seat made up of numerous brains in a place that could not be described as the largest ship or a living creature, the eyes smiled.

[You are lucky to have discovered Muju Gongsan Mountain like this.]

From the center to the outskirts.

From higher dimension to lower dimension.

Most dimensions with more than a certain number of records are recorded on the dimensional map through the Akashic Records from birth to end.

No matter how remote it was, it was truly a great luck to discover a place that was not recorded on the dimensional map.

For someone who had just come into contact with the Akashic Records, the record was strangely long, especially since most of the record was filled with blank spaces.

Just by selling this information, you could get quite a big reward.

But of course it is.

I had no intention of just selling information.

A dimension that is neither a farm for the ‘omnipotent and ignorant Last Ones’ nor a colony for the ‘holy nine races’ is a bonanza in itself.

Whether it is used as a fish farm for the tribe.

Take good care of it and sell it at a high price.

Or use it as a base.

Even if you invest just a little bit of time and effort, you can get hundreds of times the benefits, let alone several times.

[It’s a shame because it could have been more useful even if it wasn’t connected to the Akashic Records.] What’s unfortunate

is that just as they found this place, others will soon discover it too.

It was natural.

Maybe I was just lucky.

Or whatever means were used.

It is unusual for a dimension that has not yet been created to have avoided contact with the Akashic Records.

If any of the nine races or countless Last Ones coveted this place, a weak force like them would have no choice but to be driven out empty-handed.

[After all, it is best to extract the entropy and make it a record of the end.]

So, I decided.

They really thought.

This dimension is also really lucky.

Of course, if all entropy is lost and it becomes a record of the apocalypse, it will be divided into pieces and sold as currency, offerings, collectibles, and tools, without being able to live or die forever.

Still, it would be a hundred times better than becoming a meal for the Last One or a game piece for the nine races.

Ugh.

[…?]

However, as they prepared to extract entropy, they soon looked curious.

After space and time suddenly split apart.

Because something strange appeared.

It comes in a variety of colors, from gold to white, silver, red, blue, green, and black.

Among the nine holy races, there were nine ships that looked like they were modeled after the ‘mighty races’, but were too small and insignificant compared to their fleet.

And its center.

Among the nine ships, one particularly small platinum-colored ship had a strange chair.

It’s too sharp for a throne.

Too plain to be a throne.

If I were to give it a name, it would be Dragon Chair.

Or…

– A strange chair that can only be called a sword seat.

and.

In that chair.

he was

Sit with your legs crossed.

Rest your chin at an angle.

Among the various women who are holding swords, dozing, having fun, making a sour expression, or calmly commanding the ship.

Just looking at them with indifferent golden eyes.

“I speak in the name of the Geomryonghoe (劍龍會).”

and.

Quietly.

A voice transmitted.

“If you have come to be our friends, disarm all and send envoys. Then we will welcome you as guests.”

No, it wasn’t a voice.

It will.

Transcends race and language.

Passed directly to the other person.

A means of communication used by beings close to the nine races even in higher dimensions that cannot even be compared to things like telepathy.

It was a miracle that made it possible to communicate with the Last One, whose very existence was destruction.

“But if they came as invaders…”

That’s why they were surprised.

It wasn’t just that they didn’t know that they would be receiving communication methods that even they couldn’t handle in this lower level, a place where they had just been connected to the Akashic Records.

It was because of the eerieness embedded in that will.

“If you try to attack me, give up hope.”

“Whoever fights with me, prepare to die.”

“He who wants my life, give his life.”

“If you don’t have the confidence to do that, kneel down right now and beg for your life.”

“This is my last mercy.”

they felt

The sincerity behind that will.

No matter how strong or great you are.

The arrogance that there are absolutely no exceptions.

“Keep in mind that anyone who ignores this warning will never survive.”

While.

They were worried.

How to take that warning.

In this dimension, it lasts only 0.1 seconds.

For them, who exercised perfect collective intelligence as one and all of their species, it was an overwhelming amount of time.

By investing that time, the conclusions they reached came down to one thing.

[…an insignificant species that has not yet been registered in the Akashic Records. Because your foolishness of only knowing this narrow world is the reason you must perish.]

– Ridicule.

Or ridicule.

Or contempt.

It was an extremely reasonable and valid logical conclusion.

They say they use the communication methods of higher races, but in the end, that’s it.

What if there were nine races that could stand up to the Last One?

No matter how weak a race they may be, they are a Jeongmyeong tribe that has proven its worthiness to exist by being registered in the Akashic Records and has earned the right not to become the Last One’s dinner party.

Even for a fairly high-ranking race, it would be impossible to fight them with just a few ships.

The threats made by these lower-level races were laughable and insignificant.

“Thank you for your kind answer. “Thanks to you, I learned that I don’t have to take matters into my own hands or engage in tedious negotiations.”

[….]

“In return, I will tell you something.”

[…?]

“You touched someone you shouldn’t have touched.”

Slurp.

But the man didn’t care.

Slowly extending her hand to the side, the silver-haired woman lifted her sword from its sheath, politely extending it with both hands, and stood up.

Looking at that scene.

They still sneered.

In fact, this situation was not that unfamiliar to them.

I was just momentarily taken aback by the extremely rare case of a being using the communication method of a higher race.

In a young world that had just accessed the Akashic Records, it was not uncommon for things that were unfamiliar with the topic to come out like this.

No matter how wide and big it is.

Unless you know the Akashic Records.

They also say that their dimension is just a fishing port isolated from the ocean.

We don’t even know how full of scary and powerful beings that sea is.

Like a goldfish boasting about being the king of a small fishbowl…

No, there were many ignorant and foolish beings worse than goldfish in the infinite dimension.

[You foolish race.]

[You are truly foolish.]

[Try any struggle.]

[That is the last mercy we can show to you who will soon perish.]

No matter what struggles the opponent makes.

They decided to watch leniently.

If I had to compare it, it was a move to increase the value of Apocalypse more easily than to be merciful.

Indeed, of course.

They felt no remorse.

Just as only idiots and hypocrites in the world feel guilty about slaughtered livestock every time they eat meat.

For them, who invaded countless dimensions to extract and sell the treasured records of their world’s races, this was nothing more than a repetition of the harvesting that had always happened.

―Suddenly.

[…?]

That’s why.

The reason they had no choice but to stop.

Until right after the man swung the metal object, they did not understand the meaningless act.

After the first time, he stopped swinging and laughed at the sight of the sword hanging at an angle.

[Foolish.]

[Insignificant.]

[Something like that.]

[Struggling…?]

…No, I was trying to laugh at it.

Until I felt that the group’s will, which should have been smoothly connected originally, was broken here and there as if worms had eaten it.

Why did this phenomenon happen?

The moment I understood why.

They screamed.

[How!]

[What?!]

[Could it be an apocalyptic weapon?!?!]

[No way! How can things that are not even in the Akashic Records create an apocalyptic weapon?]

[Us! Us! A part of us!]

A few hundred ships rather.

No, even if hundreds of millions of ships were destroyed, they would have been amazed.

Rather, he might have been happy that he might be able to sell records of this dimension at a higher price.

Nevertheless, the reason why they had no choice but to fall into confusion and shock at this moment was because they lost half of their majority in a short period of time.

Even after realizing the fact later, it was difficult to understand what was lost.

That cannot happen.

It was possible to use an apocalyptic weapon that could access the Akashic Records and even erase the records of existence since the creation of the world.

It was an even more impossible task given that the nine races of the apocalypse, or even the highest races loyal to them, only had one or two weapons.

Therefore, they had no choice but to scream without realizing it.

[What!]

[What are you!]

[How on earth can you use an apocalyptic weapon!]

[How dare you! Did you know what kind of race was behind us and did something like this?]

But even as he was faced with the scream of a curse that was enough to destroy a world in an instant, the man did not even lift an eyebrow.

Rather, it seems insignificant.

I just answered softly.

“No matter how great you are or what’s behind it, it’s none of my business.”

[…!]

“So, know this.”

[….]

“No matter how strong and great you are…”

Stand tall like that.

Calmly looking at the cusp of the apocalypse that the stars had feared for a long time.

The guardian deity of mankind.

The Dragon King of Swords who commands seven dragons.

Above all, the one and only true Absolute who reached the tip of the sword finished speaking.

“―I am a sword master.”

Just like that…

a turmoil arose that shook the Akashic Records, which had been recorded for eternity under the rule of the Last One and the nine races.

Their fight.

It has begun.

―END