The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 786

 Chapter 786

 

[All of your stats have increased by 30 points.]

[A new trait <Combative Energy Manipulation> has been created.]

[The rank of the trait <Water Resistance> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Adaptation to Ghastly energy > has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Water Affinity> has increased.]

The rank of the trait <Evil Eyes of Wrath> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Snow Flower’s Veil> has increased.]

Raon swallowed dryly as he looked at the message that filled the air.

‘Combative energy manipulation?’

Combative energy is a special energy that only Eden's demons or the highest-level monsters can use. It's a power not allowed for humans, so he had no idea why this power had appeared within him.

‘Wait… Could it be?’

With his eyes closed, he recalled Murka’s final moments. After helping Sia's soul grow to match her true age, Murka passed on the remaining energy to Raon.

It seemed Murka wasn’t satisfied with just raising the soul’s level and had also passed on the power of combative energy.

‘Murka.’

Raon bit his lip deeply.

‘Even until the very end….’

Despite being betrayed by humans, Murka had risked his soul to trust humans once again. Murka was a true king, possessing a magnificent spirit.

‘Thank you. And I’m sorry.’

Raon bowed his head respectfully toward Murka, who resided within his soul. There was nothing he could do except say thank you.

Combative energy? You even obtained combative energy?

Wrath's eyes widened as he looked at the message.

That damn orc! Why did he pass on even combative energy? Even in devildom, only those Balrog guys use combative energy!

He waved his arms rapidly, saying he was about to go crazy and jump around.

‘Indeed. I don't know why he passed it on to me either.’

Raon let out a small sigh and checked the contents of <Combative Energy Manipulation>.

When emotions become intense, you can draw out the king’s combative energy that resides in your soul.

‘The king’s combative energy?’

It seemed the combative energy Murka passed on wasn’t ordinary.

‘However….’

The phrase stating that emotions had to become intense was concerning. Judging from the fact that he couldn’t feel any energy right now, it seemed he couldn’t use it in a calm state.

‘It’s going to be difficult to use.’

You idiot!

Wrath clicked his tongue as if Raon was pathetic.

The wrath you now use as naturally as breathing also moved on its own at first, didn't it? Cough!

He frowned, saying that, like with wrath, if Raon kept confronting it, he would eventually be able to use it freely.

‘That’s true.’

Raon nodded as he looked at Wrath. As Wrath said, when he first received wrath, it had been excruciating to the point of death, but now he could use it as freely as if it were his own power.

Since he had even absorbed the demon king’s authorities, he was certain he could also make combative energy his own.

‘Thanks. You’re always helpful.’

Raon lightly patted Wrath’s head as he smiled.

He-helpful? Ugh….

Wrath trembled his lips, realizing only now that he had given advice.

H-He wasn’t trying to help! You were just so frustrating that he couldn’t take it anymore! Cough!

He vehemently denied it and sharply turned his head.

And if you're done, hurry up and eat the ice cream!

‘Just a little more.’

Raon pushed the ice cream box to the side and checked the reward message he received earlier.

[You have drawn out the true energy of <Wrath>.]

[You have achieved victory against an overwhelmingly strong opponent.]

[You have accomplished an impossible feat.]

[All of your stats have increased by 40 points.]

[The rank of the trait <Focus> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Snow Flower Attraction> has increased.] (previously translated as snow flower’s absorption)

 

[The rank of the trait <Snow Flower Repulsion> has increased.] (previously translated as snow flower’s thrust)

[The rank of the trait <Divinity Blooming from the Underworld> has increased.]

Since the reward was from the war, his stats had increased by 40 points, and his traits had grown evenly.

‘That’s good.’

Kughhh….

Raon looked at Wrath, who was gradually transforming into strawberry-flavored cotton candy, and checked the last message.

[The title <One Who Does Not Break> is upgraded to <One Who Overcomes the Impossible>]

A title given to one who has defeated an opponent far stronger than themselves.

Ability: When fighting an opponent stronger than oneself, stats and pressure increase.

It seemed that defeating the Transcender, the Fallen, had enhanced the abilities of the title he originally possessed.

This is absurd!

Wrath raised his chin as he looked at the title.

This guy didn't defeat him alone but borrowed the King of Essence’s power! With the King of Essence’s power, even a neighborhood Maltese could kill that brat mask! Cough!

Wrath shook his head furiously, saying this was ridiculous.

'I do feel a bit guilty. But...'

Raon shrugged as he watched Wrath trembling all over.

‘What can I do? It’s already mine. Take it back if you can.’

Kuaaaah! This damned brat!

When Wrath screamed and rushed at him, Raon pulled out a yellow bead ice cream and put it in his mouth.

Hwaaahh.

A refreshing cold spread, and the fragrant scent of mango mixed with the sweetness of banana swirled through his mouth.

The texture was like sherbet, crunchy, enhancing the taste of the fruit.

Hoooooo….

Wrath stopped mid-punch and slumped like a deflated balloon.

The harmony of mango and banana is superb. To adjust the taste so delicately, the guy who made this ice cream is a genius!

He rubbed his cheeks, declaring that he would recruit the yellow bead ice cream maker as his subordinate. Of course, his way of expressing the taste was still terrible.

‘Next is….’

Raon put the mint chocolate topped with white chocolate into his mouth.

‘This one is nothing special.’

Unfortunately, it only had white chocolate on top, and there wasn’t much difference in taste. It was still sharp and bitter as usual.

Nothing special? Thanks to the white chocolate’s clean flavor, the mint has become even cooler!

Wrath frowned, mumbling that Raon had no taste.

‘Yeah, yeah, you’re the expert.’

Raon chuckled and pointed to the remaining two bead ice creams.

‘You’ve tried both, so the decision should be easy, right? Which one do you want this time?’

Old is gold! Mint chocolate, of course!

Wrath waved his plump fist, telling Raon to hurry up and eat it.

‘Really?’

Raon, listening to Wrath’s fuss, ate both remaining bead ice creams and placed the box on the floor.

This is what makes life worth living. If it weren't for bead ice cream, the King of Essence wouldn't have existed!

Wrath rubbed his rounded belly with satisfaction.

‘You couldn't choose at first, but you're quick to decide now.’

Raon tilted his head while sitting on the bed.

Oh, because of that choice, there’s something he wanted to ask you.

‘Something you want to ask me?’

Remember when the King of Essence told you to sit anywhere in the dining room?

‘You’re still hung up on that? I didn’t have a choice back then...’

That’s not it.

Wrath shook his head with a serious gaze.

If the day comes when you must choose between the lives of those two, what will you do?

‘What do you mean….’

The two old men. Or your mom and Shitty Ears. Or your father and older sister. Someday, you may have to weigh the lives of two or three.

Raon swallowed dryly as he looked into Wrath’s eyes, shrouded in ominousness.

You act like you’ve got nothing to lose and throw your life away recklessly, but when it comes to the lives of your subordinates or family, you become indecisive.

Wrath lowered his chin, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

You'd better think about it carefully. As you said, there won't always be happy times.

"……."

Raon quietly sank into thought as he listened to Wrath's last words.

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Raon went for a walk to clear his cluttered mind.

He was about to head toward North Grave mountain when he saw someone in front of the lake.

It was Edgar. Contrary to Raon's expectation that he would be with Sylvia, Edgar was swinging his sword near the lake.

‘Is that the Demonic Righteous Sword?’

Well, it’s a bit different from your swordsmanship, though?

Wrath yawned, shaking his head.

'That seems to be the original form.'

Having found it interesting, Raon observed Edgar's sword path from behind.

Swoosh!

As if seeking light in the darkness, Edgar's sword, which had been flowing with solemn moves, suddenly twisted and dropped to the ground.

"Ugh…."

Edgar fell to his knees, clutching his trembling wrist.

"Are you alright?"

Raon rushed to the lake and supported Edgar, who was about to collapse.

"I'm fine."

Edgar gave an awkward smile, shaking his head.

"The death knight suddenly interrupted me."

He lightly tapped his trembling wrist as if it were no big deal and got to his feet.

“Why don’t we take this opportunity to eliminate the death knight in your mental world?”

Raon clenched his fist as he looked at Edgar.

“If you ask Merlin, it shouldn't be difficult….”

As soon as Raon mentioned Merlin, the lake split with a burst of blue light.

"Did you call me?"

Merlin, clad in a black robe, sprang out from the divided lake.

Kyaaaah!

Wrath, who had been lying on Raon's head, claiming to be full, leaped up like a fish caught on a hook.

Madwoman! She's truly mad! Insane!

He screamed in terror as he fled into the ice flower bracelet.

"You… why are you here?"

Raon was equally shocked and swallowed dryly as he stepped back alongside Edgar.

"I was waiting since I didn't know when you'd call for me."

Merlin smiled brightly as she shook the water from her drenched robe.

"Hah. Ha ha. Hahaha…."

Edgar let out a flustered chuckle, his gaze shifting around aimlessly.

"Father. Don't worry. With my help, this will be over quickly."

Merlin approached Edgar, smacking her lips. Wearing the old woman mask as always, she looked even more terrifying.

"The same magic I used on the young lady…." (Sia)

"No, it's fine."

Contrary to his fearful expression, Edgar shook his head firmly.

"Huh? Why…."

Raon questioned Edgar instead of Merlin.

"If the death knight's soul remains in your mental world, it must be uncomfortable..."

"I want to overcome it with my own strength."

Edgar pounded his left chest with his clenched fist.

"The death knight dominated my soul for decades. He's annoyingly strong. Honestly, I'm still scared."

His trembling eyelids showed he was genuinely frightened.

"That's why I want to overcome it with my own strength. No, I must. If I can't do even this, I won't be able to move forward."

Edgar said that to protect Sylvia and Sia, he needed to subdue the death knight himself.

"If that's what you want, I understand."

Raon smiled and nodded at Edgar.

"Thank you for understanding."

Edgar grabbed Raon's hand, grateful that he accepted his decision.

"It must feel strange to suddenly have a dad, but I hope we get along well."

"Yes, I hope so too."

Raon bowed his head and squeezed Edgar's hand firmly. Just then, a white hand placed itself on top of theirs.

"I hope we get along too. Father."

Merlin, still wearing the old woman mask, smiled broadly as she grabbed both Edgar and Raon's hands.

"Ugh…."

Edgar's eyes trembled as he shook his head.

"Son. What have you done?"

He quickly gestured with his chin, as if begging Raon to stop her.

"……."

Raon could only close his eyes tightly.

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In the dawn when everyone was asleep, Raon sat alone in the fifth training ground, trying to draw out the combative energy within his soul.

However, the combative energy did not seem to hear his will, as it did not move at all.

Rumble!

Instead, only the wrath that had rapidly increased thanks to Wrath surged up on its own.

Hm?

Sensing the movement of the wrath, Wrath rubbed his eyes and popped out from the bracelet.

What are you doing right now? Are you picking a fight with the King of Essence?

He squinted his eyes as if challenging Raon.

‘No, it's just that the combative energy won't move.’

Combative energy?

Wrath snorted as he looked at Raon.

Why is someone trying to draw out combative energy causing wrath to arise?

‘It's only because the wrath increased, thanks to you, and went beyond control.’

Raon said he wasn’t trying to draw out the wrath and lowered his hand.

Whirl!

As he resonated the Ring of Fire to elevate the level of his soul, the rampaging wrath slowly began to calm down.

It's a strange ability no matter how many times he sees it. Cough!

Wrath ground his teeth in irritation.

After completely suppressing the wrath, Raon tried to control the combative energy again, but it still didn’t budge.

‘It's not easy.’

Don’t you dare utter weak words!

Wrath furrowed his nose in irritation.

The King of Essence can't stand watching someone who can wield his wrath struggle with mere combative energy! Cough!

He ground his teeth, demanding Raon to find a way to draw it out no matter what.

‘You're right.’

Raon chuckled. Hearing Wrath's scolding made him more determined to succeed.

‘Maybe I should warm up first.’

Since his stats had increased by 70 in a short time, it seemed best to start with swordsmanship training to adapt to the changes in his body.

Raon began warming up with basic sword techniques and was about to move on to the Fangs of Insanity when the door to the fifth training ground opened, and Rector entered.

"Sir Rector… Ah, grandfather."

Raon lowered Heavenly Drive and bowed to Rector.

"Call me whatever you're comfortable with."

Rector shook his head, indicating it was fine.

"It's awkward for me at first, too."

He smiled gently, showing he understood. "Ah, yes."

Raon nodded. Just like with Glenn, he still wasn’t used to calling Rector and Edgar 'grandfather' and 'father.'

"Are you practicing swordsmanship?"

"Yes. My body feels better, so I’m resuming training."

"Good. A swordsman must adapt to their own body, not just the sword."

Rector nodded approvingly and stepped back, gesturing for Raon to continue.

Raon bowed to Rector and then practiced the Fangs of Insanity, Blizzard Sword Art, Azure Sky Sword, and Demonic Righteous Sword before lowering Heavenly Drive.

With his body feeling lighter, his swordsmanship became faster and more refined. The feeling of having grown stronger brought a natural smile to his face.

"The Demonic Righteous Sword has reached a proper level. Well done."

“…I improved it a bit after watching father.”

"That idiot may not know much, but he's talented in swordsmanship."

Rector nodded, satisfied with Raon's progress.

"I also see some sword techniques I haven't seen before. You've put in a lot of effort."

"The head of house advised me to learn as many swordsmanship and principles as possible, so I've been trying to study various martial arts."

“There’s a perfect place for you, then.”

He smirked, as if he had just thought of something.

"Would you like to visit it?"

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