The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 737

 Chapter 737

 

Raon lowered his gaze as he thought of the King of Ghost, who must be hiding in the darkness.

'King of Ghost.'

He first met the King of Ghost when he was appointed as the leader of the Shadow.

If Derus hadn't spoken to him, he wouldn't have even realized that such a faint presence was there—a monster with an almost nonexistent presence.

However, despite his faint presence, he possessed immense power.

Even back then, he was already a Grandmaster, so now he was likely at least at the advanced level, or perhaps even at the highest level.

'But still…'

In real combat, he would have kept his distance.

The King of Ghost had handed over the title of the best assassin in the south to him and disappeared.

The King of Ghost reappeared only after the deaths of Martio and Lisbon, so Raon, who had continued to gain experience, had the upper hand.

‘Let’s see if I can shake things up.’

Raon gestured towards the pitch-black cave, where he couldn't even see an inch ahead.

"You know I've felt your presence, right?"

He tilted his chin arrogantly to shake the King of Ghost's confidence.

"Come out."

"Are you Raon Zieghart?"

An old, raspy voice echoed from the pitch-black darkness. It was the King of Ghost. He made his voice reverberate throughout the cave to hide his exact location.

"That's right."

Raon nodded briefly, scanning the darkness that seemed to swallow even light.

"You must be the King of Ghost?"

"Yes, I am the King of Ghost."

The King of Ghost answered without hesitation but still didn’t reveal himself, continuing to use his voice to mask his location.

"Martio and Lisbon, who raised you, were children I nurtured."

There was a deep sorrow and loneliness in his voice.

'It really is the King of Ghost.'

Raon lowered his gaze and relaxed his fingertips.

'He manipulates emotions at will.'

The emotions of sorrow and kloneliness that emanated from the King of Ghost's voice were fake.

He probably never even considered Martio and Lisbon his disciples.

"Did Derus tell you?"

Raon narrowed his eyes and looked toward the center of the cave.

Mentioning Martio and Lisbon meant he must have heard from Derus that I am the assassin Raon.

"Yes, he said you were Raon."

The King of Ghost admitted it calmly and chuckled.

"Do you believe that swindler?"

Raon laughed scornfully while scanning the cave's terrain.

"He is a god."

The King of Ghost seemed unwavering, as if Derus were his one true god.

“Do you know he fled with all his limbs torn off and a hole in his stomach?”

Raon spoke of Derus' escape, tilting his chin to the side.

“He even abandoned the family he had raised his whole life, and you call him a god? What a remarkable god.”

“Silence.”

The previously calm and unshakable King of Ghost wavered for a brief moment. He seemed to follow Derus more devoutly than expected.

'Whether it's true or not, I can use this.'

In a fight against an assassin, the one who controls emotions and information wins. The more he knew about him, the better.

"Thanks to you, so much has crumbled."

Sharp killing intent blossomed in the King of Ghost's voice.

"With Martio and Lisbon dead, I had to take over the shadow assassins' training and even step in to help with improving the zombie assassins."

He emitted an even stronger killing intent, complaining about his burdensome responsibilities as an old man. It felt like needles were pricking Raon’s skin.

"Congratulations on your reemployment."

Raon snickered and clapped.

“I heard there aren’t many jobs available these days. Getting a job at your age is a good thing.”

“They say words can be more frightening than swords. Seems true in your case.”

The King of Ghost chuckled, causing a small breeze to rise.

“But this is the end. You will regret coming here alone, even in death.”

He suppressed all the killing intent that had been burning throughout the cave. It was as if he was determined to kill Raon with all his might.

“I’ve always been curious. Just how skilled is the King of Ghost, who was called the best assassin of the south?”

Raon grinned deeply and melted into the darkness.

"This darkness will be your grave."

"Brat."

The King of Ghost's voice sneered.

"I was a symbol of fear as the King of Ghost long before you were even born. And now you want to challenge me in an assassination duel?"

“If you’re scared, then forget it.”

Raon shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

“Fine. No matter how you die, it’s still your death.”

The King of Ghost's voice was calm, befitting an assassin. The only time he had been shaken was when Derus had been insulted.

Raon lowered his stance, suppressing his presence with the Ring of Fire.

'There aren't many opportunities.'

Judging by the flow of aura that made his voice reverberate, the King of Ghost was at least at the advanced Grandmaster level.

On the other hand, Raon was exhausted, having used the sword field and Wrath Unleashed. He was barely at half his usual strength.

It was a disadvantageous situation in many ways, but perhaps due to the excitement of having exposed Derus' identity, Raon felt confident that he wouldn't lose. Not in this place, at least.

"Let’s get started."

Raon slowly drew the Blade of Requiem, twisting his lips into a smirk.

"A silent war."

The King of Ghost chewed the inside of his cheek as he stared at the darkness where Raon had disappeared.

'So he is the assassin Raon.'

Derus had suspected that Raon Zieghart was the same assassin Raon who once led the Shadow and at some point, he became certain of it, treating the two as the same person.

Just a moment ago, he said that Raon Zieghart had exposed him and warned that if someone came here, it would definitely be Raon.

He had accepted it with some doubt, but he hadn't thought it would actually be true.

'Sir Derus told me to retreat no matter what, but...'

I couldn't miss the opportunity to kill this bastard.

Since Raon Zieghart was the assassin Raon, there was no way we could live under the same sky. He had to be killed here, no matter what.

'However...'

He’s still as foolish as ever.

Perhaps because of the joy and excitement of having exposed Sir Derus, Raon had chosen an assassination duel instead of a direct confrontation.

Raon Zieghart is strong. If we fought head-on, it’s uncertain who would win, but since he’s chosen assassination, it’s a great advantage for me.

'His skills are obvious.'

Even though I haven’t engaged in direct combat for a while, when it comes to assassination, no one above me except the Assassin King (Roenn) (previously translated as king of slaughter). I'm confident I won’t lose to anyone else.

"I can see exactly where you're hiding."

The King of Ghost made his voice come from behind while spreading a certain scale of aura in all directions.

He hid his own position while gradually closing off the space where Raon could move.

"Why is Derus’ footstool making so much noise? Oh, I suppose now that your master doesn’t have any legs, there's no need to clean his feet anymore."

Raon insulted Derus while sending a sword strike into the air, collapsing the ceiling.

Rumble!

Rocks and dirt poured down from the collapsing ceiling, making the air in the cave even heavier.

'Is he trying to shake my composure?'

The King of Ghost licked his lips while observing the direction Raon had moved.

'But it’s you who is shaken.'

Raon must have broken the ceiling and insulted Sir Derus to shake me because he couldn't detect my presence, but it was all part of my plan.

'I intentionally showed him my killing intent.'

When he insulted Sir Derus, I deliberately showed a small burst of anger to give false information. He must be planning to exploit that perceived weakness.

"Do not insult him!"

One of the people who designed this cave was himself, so he had memorized the terrain perfectly.

He could picture in his mind exactly where and how Raon would launch his attack.

Feigning being fooled by Raon, the King of Ghost approached the wall while raising a subtle murderous intent.

Whoosh!

Just as he expected, the sound of a sword flying came from behind him, just before he reached the wall where he thought the dagger would be embedded.

‘Where do you think you're going!’

He leisurely turned around to counterattack, but the sword rushing towards him was incredibly slow.

'What the…!'

When he widened his eyes in shock, the red dagger, which he thought would be embedded in the wall, was actually held in a white hand and pierced through his lower abdomen, where his energy center was located.

"Urgh!"

The King of Ghost, feigning anger, headed towards the right corridor where Raon had gone.

‘I can sense him.’

A very faint presence was detected inside the brainwashing chamber, which was located around the left turn.

The King of Ghost slightly bent his knees as he reversed his grip on the dagger in his hand.

'No, that's not Raon.'

There was a presence inside the wall, faint as that of an ant, but it wasn't Raon.

'He must have embedded a dagger in the wall.'

Raon had clearly planted the dagger he pulled out before he disappeared to disguise his presence and then planned to attack from behind.

'It's not a bad plan, but...'

The King of Ghost dropped the dagger he was holding and knelt.

"I told you."

It was Raon. His red eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.

"This darkness is your grave."

Woooong!

Boom!

Raon struck the King of Ghost's heart, causing the Rage Worm to faint.

"Urgh...."

The King of Ghost trembled all over, vomiting black blood due to the shock of his shattered energy center.

"How... How did you get there...?"

He looked at a very small space opened below the wall and shivered.

"I designed this place. There shouldn't have been such a location..."

"Of course not."

Raon twisted his lips as he looked down at the King of Ghost.

'Because I created this space.'

The hole in the floor was one of the secret escape routes he had prepared to escape from Derus in the past, so it was natural that the King of Ghost didn’t know about it.

"...I see."

The King of Ghost gritted his teeth as if he had finally figured out the situation.

"Everything, from slashing the ceiling to insulting Sir Derus, was a ruse."

"That's right. I know someone like you wouldn’t get provoked by such a trivial matter."

Raon nodded calmly. Slashing the ceiling to create noise and dust, and mocking Derus was all preparation to reverse the King of Ghost's psychological tactics.

He expected the King of Ghost to approach, thinking the dagger was embedded in the wall, and got him to fall for it perfectly.

Another assassin might not have been fooled. This high-level deception was something only the King of Ghost could fall for.

"I underestimated you too much. Kill me..."

The King of Ghost, even while spitting blood and trembling all over, lifted his gaze without faltering.

"I am the King of Ghost. Torture won't work on me."

"That's something we’ll find out."

Raon shook his head and pushed the heat of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and the cold energy of Glacier into the Blade of Requiem embedded in the King of Ghost's abdomen.

"I don't know anything, and even if I did, I wouldn't... Urrgggggh!"

The King of Ghost's expression, which had maintained unshakable resolve as if he could endure any torture, instantly broke.

"Aaaaaarrrrgh!"

The King of Ghost screamed and trembled like an ordinary person, not the top assassin he was.

"Why did you stay here?"

Raon flicked his fingers while looking into the King of Ghost's trembling eyes.

"Derus would have told you to leave this place. If you had been targeting me, you would have made more thorough preparations."

"I...I… I don't know..."

"So, you stayed here for another reason, to either retrieve or hide something."

The King of Ghost groaned without answering, but his gaze, now filled with bewilderment rather than pain, confirmed Raon's suspicion.

“In a situation where a battle might break out, you wouldn’t have hidden it elsewhere….”

Raon reached into the King of Ghost's chest and pulled out the only item that wasn't a weapon.

It was a small wooden box, and it looked ordinary without any patterns.

"You... You scoundrel..."

"So, this is it."

Raon opened the box, seeing the King of Ghost's face grow paler and paler.

Hwaaaaa!

Contrary to its plain exterior, the inside of the box had bizarre sorcery patterns, and from the blood-red orb embedded in its center, a chilling amount of murderous intent and malice radiated.

"What is this..."

Raon furrowed his brow as he brought the orb closer to the King of Ghost.

“What did you do!”

"Urgh..."

Even under torture, the King of Ghost kept his mouth shut. He was a stubborn one.

How filthy.

Wrath scowled as he looked at the orb.

It is filled with tremendous malice, blood, resentment, and suffering.

He shook his head, calling it a disgusting energy.

"This place..."

Raon bit his lip as he looked around the underground cave, not at the blood-red orb.

"You’ve gathered all the resentment and death embedded in this cave."

The souls of numerous children who had died unjustly had left behind indelible blood and resentment in this cave.

It seemed that Derus had intended to use even that malice.

"Kill me..."

The King of Ghost's demand confirmed Raon's suspicion.

"Where were you supposed to take this?"

"I, I don't know. He said he would come find me..."

He answered, as if he thought it was all over, blood pouring from his mouth.

"This is all you know."

Raon struck the back of the King of Ghost’s neck, causing him to faint.

You're not going to kill him?

Wrath waved his hand, wondering why Raon didn't kill him.

‘This bastard doesn’t deserve to die here.’

Everyone buried in this cave had been children who died unjustly. The King of Ghost didn't deserve to be buried here.

"At least that's some relief."

Raon sighed as he looked at the orb, which was emitting increasingly intense malice.

He didn’t know what Derus intended to do with this orb, but it was fortunate he stopped it. If it had gotten outside, it would have caused a huge problem.

Ugh, get rid of it at once!

Wrath turned his head away, wrinkling his nose as if he could feel the orb’s resentment.

'Should I absorb it?'

With your ability, you could purify the energy, but the resentment would remain, which would instead degrade your soul.

Wrath slammed his fist, urging Raon to just destroy the orb.

"Should I do that..."

As Wrath said, he could purify the orb with the Ring of Fire, but he wouldn't be able to erase the resentment.

"I have no choice."

Woo-woo-woong!

Just as Raon was about to clench his fist to destroy the orb, the Blade of Requiem emitted a strong sword cry.

"What? You want to consume it?"

Woooong!

The Blade of Requiem cried out again, as if to say, "Leave it to me."

No, don’t do it! Just destroy it!

Wrath shook his head furiously, adamantly opposed.

“Now I see. You weren’t worried about me.”

N-No! Th-The King of Essence…!

“You were trying to hold me back from getting stronger.”

Wait a minute!

Ignoring Wrath’s gestures, Raon stabbed the red orb with the Blade of Requiem.

Praaang!

As the orb shattered, the blood-red energy that burst out attempted to reach Raon, but it was instead sucked into the blade.

Woooong!

The Blade of Requiem resonated with a clear hum, as if comforting the resentment within the orb.

‘It didn’t want power…?’

Was it trying to offer solace?

Raon smiled faintly as he looked at the blade glowing red.

The Blade of Requiem seemed to have absorbed the orb to comfort them and invite them to seek revenge together.

'Are you in there too?'

Raon closed his eyes, wishing that the number 9, his first friend whose name he never knew, was also with the Blade of Requiem.

He sheathed the Blade of Requiem and took out the Chronicles of Raon Zieghart from his coat.

Carefully, he wrote his name on the half-torn first page.

“Lephone.”

Placing the book at the center of the cave, he bowed his head.

“After I’ve completed my revenge, your revenge, and the revenge of everyone resting here, I’ll come back.”

Raon bowed for a brief moment before leaving the underground cave.

He turned his gaze towards the direction where smoke was rising and saw the entire house Robert engulfed in flames.

‘This is the sight I’ve wanted to see for over 20 years.’

Exposing Derus' true identity and watching his family and everything he owned consumed by flames brought an indescribable thrill and satisfaction.

This emotion was something only he could feel, something no one else would ever understand.

You.

Wrath glared up at Raon, wrinkling his nose.

You’ve been really strange today…

As Wrath narrowed his eyes in suspicion,

[You have achieved an impossible feat]

[You have accomplished a feat that will change the history of the continent]

[All of your stats have increased by 50 points]

[The trait <Backstab>…]

[The trait <Perception of the Snow Flower…>]

A flood of overwhelming messages appeared, as if to silence Wrath.

Gaaaah!

Wrath’s jaw dropped, as if he was about to choke on his own breath after seeing the messages.

D-Did you think the King of Essence  would be startled? Since we properly humiliated Uriel this time, this much reward is, w-well-deserved…

Wrath muttered to himself, as if trying to hypnotize himself.

But still, 50 points is a bit much… No! It’s a-actually f-fine! For silencing Uriel’s big mouth, this much reward is more than enough…

While Raon stood still, Wrath’s whole body trembled as he repeatedly contradicted himself.

Okay. The King of Essence will let it go this time. He’ll hold back. Next time...

[You have gained recognition from <Wrath>]

[You will receive an additional reward]

[All of your stats…]

[The trait…]

Wrath’s jaw dropped again as more messages appeared.

Next time… Forget it! He can’t hold back any longer!

Wrath finally couldn’t contain himself and shook his head wildly, exploding in frustration.

When did he ever acknowledge anything! He didn’t even mention that word!

‘It seems the system took your intention to hold back as acknowledgment?’

That’s cheating! He was just happy to see Uriel ruined! Why is it giving you additional rewards! Damn system, listen to… Huh?

Wrath was shouting angrily, but his round eyes widened even further as he saw the last message.

No, you can’t give that! Is your head full of nadine bread!

 

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