Chapter 261 – Sword of The Blasphemer [2]
The Sword of The Blasphemer.
What a profane name.
A name so utterly wrong, so cursed in its implications... and yet, Yuki couldn’t think of anything more fitting when she thought of Noah.
Because "abomination" was no longer enough to describe him, no longer sufficient to encapsulate the sheer obscenity of his existence—so she chose to call him... a Blasphemer.
Because Noah was a being who spat in the face of reality itself, who defied what is, rejected what must be, and dared to remake the world according to his own law.
He rebelled, consciously or unconsciously, against the very structure of existence, against the rules that all others were born to submit to.
He rejected all of it, like a priest tearing apart his scriptures and denouncing the god who guided him, choosing another path, a path none dared to walk.
And what would you call such a priest?
A Blasphemer.
So to Yuki, Noah was indeed a blasphemer—not in the eyes of a god, nor of any divine being...
...but in the eyes of reality itself.
That was her intention, her will, when she chose that name.
The will to become the sword of such a being.
And it was a heavy will, a heavy intention... because to say that you are the sword of the one who blasphemes against reality, that was something she should never even be able to utter without consequences.
But Sword helped her.
Sword guided her.
And finally,
"My sword is... Sword of The Blasphemer."
Yuki’s voice echoed through the still world with a gravity and authority that defied comprehension—it was like a divine being delivering a command to a mortal... and the mortal having no choice but to obey.
And that’s exactly what reality did.
It obeyed Yuki’s words.
Because Yuki was worthy. Because Sword deemed her worthy.
Because Noah deserved that title.
But that didn’t mean her words weren’t heavy.
They were.
But more specifically... her words were sword.
So much so that the very moment her voice echoed—the Shadow Realm was severed in half.
Literally.
No buildup.
No struggle.
Just instant severance.
And no one expected it.
Well... almost no one.
"Blasphemer, huh... what a great title for Noah," Elizabeth muttered under her breath, her threadlike eyes shifting rapidly and erratically.
She was Noah’s oracle, so she was supposed to see his fate, supposed to guide it and maybe even manipulate it to his advantage.
But Noah’s fate was something she couldn’t even glimpse, let alone control.
And it bothered her more than she ever admitted. So, to pass time, she’d begun tracing the threads of her sisters’ destinies instead.
She wasn’t strong enough to see all of them. But one day... she saw something.
She saw that it was Yuki’s fate to give Noah a title.
A title that the universe—no, that reality itself—would forever remember.
The Blasphemer of Reality, Noah Vaelgrim.
And once she found out it was Yuki...
’Then helping her reach it faster becomes easier.’
Elizabeth thought, a quiet smile curling her lips as she glanced across the severed half of the Shadow Realm.
She noticed the tendrils of shadow still stretching across the split sky, desperately growing, reaching, as if the realm itself was trying to stitch itself back together.
"Did you plan this?" Aphasia asked, her head tilting as she looked at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth simply shrugged.
"Time to end this war. Let’s go deal with Mortis after Yuki is done."
"Shadeva will win against Ebony. And as for Noah..."
She smirked.
"You already know, he never loses," Elizabeth said, her voice thick with pride.
Aphasia agreed silently.
And meanwhile, as all of this passed—Yuki remained in a trance, her ears filled with the solemn chime of the Records.
{You have obtained your True Name: Sword of The Blasphemer.}
{Your sword will now transform into a Blasphemous Sword.}
Instantly, the blade in her hand shifted and transformed.
It became silver, glowing with veins that shimmered in every hue of the universe.
And on its surface, a sigil formed—an emblem that depicted a wide, boundless sky filled with stars of every shape and color.
The sigil of The Vaelgrims.
The hilt of the sword appeared to be made from condensed blood—but not just any blood.
It was her blood.
It was Noah’s blood.
And both were pristine white.
At last, the weapon rested in her grip.
A sword so beautiful, so divine, that it almost didn’t match the heretical name she gave it.
{Sword of The Blasphemer: You are the Blasphemer of Reality’s Sword. There is nothing you cannot cut. Absolutely nothing.}
Yuki stared at the simple description and smiled faintly.
’Nothing, huh...?’
She stood slowly, her bones cracking with every movement, until she was upright once again facing the Commander Beast of Mortis.
The beast stared at her for a long, still moment, then looked at the cleaved Shadow Realm behind her—and finally, with a voice that made the very air quake and ripple with vibrating soundwaves, it spoke.
"You are worthy."
It was about to say more.
"Domain: The Endless—!"
"Shut up."
Yuki’s cold voice cut across space and in that instant, the mouth of the Commander Beast was severed.
Not injured.
Not wounded.
Severed. Erased and permanently at that.
It no longer had a mouth.
And so, it could neither scream nor summon aid.
It was silenced...for eternity.
Yuki looked at the mute Commander, her expression as cold as her blade.
She raised her sword.
And even that single, quiet motion tore the space around the blade apart, creating a void that swirled and shifted with a strange, almost terrifying eeriness.
Then—
She slashed downward.
A simple strike.
But the power, the intention behind it... was insane.
Because Yuki didn’t aim to cut the body.
She didn’t aim to cut the soul.
She tried to cut the very concept of intelligence from the beast.
And—
SLASH—!
The blade landed.
And the Commander Beast stopped.
Still. Frozen.
As if its entire body had just refused to move.
Its eyes flicked around in confusion, its massive head slowly turning to Yuki and when it saw her, saw the cold fire in her gaze...
It began to tremble.
Then, instinctively it knelt.
It dropped to the ground and stayed there.
No longer driven by logic.
No longer calculating.
It moved only on instinct, because that was all it had left.
If it could still think, it might’ve fought. It might’ve resisted.
But now... its instinct told it only one thing:
If you fight... you die.
So it submitted.
Yuki had just turned a Commander of Mortis into a beast of pure instinct...
...with one slash.
Truly...
What a blasphemy.
—End of Chapter 261—