The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 782

 Chapter 782

 

Whhoooosh!

Along with a small ember resembling a lit campfire, a brown-haired girl emerged.

Interestingly, the girl was tightly hugging an old-looking wooden sword as if it were a treasure.

Raon swallowed dryly as he looked at the child floating like a cloud.

'Is that Sia...?'

Since Sia wore the Green King's helmet when she was much younger than she is now, it wasn't particularly strange that her soul appeared as a little girl.

'Fortunately, she doesn't seem to be hurt.'

It seemed that Murka had protected her well, as Sia's soul showed no signs of even the slightest scratch.

Whoooosh!

As Raon let out a sigh of relief and was about to approach Sia, the black ashes left behind by Murka's soul enveloped both her and himself.

‘This is….’

He hesitated, wondering if he should stop it, but he felt the warmth Murka had shown emanating from the black ashes. Thinking there must be a meaning behind his actions, he lowered his hand.

Fwoooosh.

As Murka's black ashes cautiously seeped into Sia, a vivid and deep red light surged from her, resembling combative energy.

"Ah..."

In the light where Murka's and Sia's souls intersected, Raon saw the meeting of the two.

[Mom! Dad!]

Young Sia was searching for Sylvia and Edgar in her mental world, where she existed alone.

The small hut behind her, the steaming food, the lush bushes, and trees showed that she had once lived a happy childhood.

[Where are you!]

Sia, thinking she was in reality, sat down and called for Sylvia and Edgar. Of course, they didn’t appear.

Before long, the food turned cold, the bushes and trees withered, and gray snow piled up on the hut. Sia’s feelings of despair had affected her mental world.

[Sob...]

Realizing that crying was useless, Sia stopped her tears and stood up. She neither ate the food nor entered the hut.

What she reached for was the old wooden sword wedged between the firewood. Holding the wooden sword that seemed like it belonged to Edgar, she swung it into the air.

[Dad...]

Though her strike lacked power, was slow, and her form was off, it was undoubtedly Edgar’s Demonic Righteous Sword.

It seemed like she was trying to overcome her fear by mimicking Edgar’s swordsmanship. Something no ordinary young girl would think to do. It was at this moment that Raon truly felt that she was Sylvia and Edgar’s daughter.

Thump!

Just as Sia’s mind was maturing and the forest began to regain its vibrant green, a huge crack appeared in her mental world, and another mental world invaded. It was Murka's black, dead forest.

Kwaaaaaa!

As the two mental worlds collided, a powerful shockwave shattered the cabin and forest in Sia’s world like dry leaves.

It was a phenomenon caused by the overwhelming rank of Murka's soul.

Crackle!

The power imbalance between them was like that of an elephant and an ant—no, even greater. Sia’s mental world started to be absorbed into Murka’s.

Whoooooom!

Murka’s blood-red eyes gleamed as he approached Sia. He exhaled with the scent of blood, revealing the despair and wrath he’d felt when betrayed and killed by humans.

[Aaah...]

Sia, overwhelmed by Murka’s killing intent, couldn’t breathe properly and collapsed in fear.

[Humans!]

Murka seemed to recall Essian’s childhood through Sia, gripping his stone sword even tighter.

In his trembling eyes, sadness and despair seemed to bloom.

Rumble!

Murka raised the stone sword above his head. Even a light swing would turn Sia into a splash of blood, but he gritted his teeth and merely stared at her.

[Grkk...]

At some point, what reflected in Murka's eyes was not anger toward Essian but concern for the young tribe members he had left behind.

In the end, Murka lowered the sword carefully, not succumbing to his rage.

Instead of brutal revenge against humans, what he chose was mercy.

[You must also be a sacrifice to those demons.]

Murka bit his lips until they bled, forcing back the despair and fury trying to control his mind.

[If I kill you, then I am no different from them.]

He forgave the malice of humans, praying to the god of nature that the young ones from his tribe would survive.

[Gasp...]

Realizing that Murka’s killing intent had vanished, Sia clutched her chest and let out a ragged breath.

[What is your name?]

Kneeling, Murka met Sia’s gaze.

[S-Sia.]

Sia, sensing the warmth in Murka's eyes, spoke her name.

[How did you get here?]

[I-I don’t know either. I was with my dad, then people wearing strange helmets came flying at us...]

She bit her lips, saying she couldn’t remember anything after that.

[Where is this? Where are my mom and dad?]

[This is hell.]

[So, does that mean I’ll never see my mom and dad again?]

Sia, seemingly knowing what hell was, clasped her hands and teared up.

[No, that's not it...]

Flustered by Sia’s tears, Murka stumbled over his words.

[Let me explain properly. This place is...]

Just as he was about to give a clearer explanation, it happened.

Craaaack!

Sia’s mental world started to melt away like snow in the spring. If it completely collapsed, she too would disappear.

‘So that was their plan.’

Murka frowned as he watched Sia’s mental world crumble.

Those helmeted fiends must have known that he wouldn’t kill the child. They designed it so that the clash of their mental worlds would naturally lead to her death.

‘I won’t fall for your schemes.’

Murka pounded his chest, resolved not to unleash his wrath on an innocent child, and clenched his fist.

[Sia, what’s the most precious thing to you?]

Holding Sia’s hand, which was beginning to fade, Murka exhaled softly.

[T-This.]

Sia raised the old wooden sword she was holding.

[It’s my dad’s sword.]

[It’s a good sword.]

Murka nodded, saying it would be fine.

[Come with me.]

He took Sia and returned to his own mental world.

Boom!

Murka struck the ground with his stone sword, causing a strong shockwave in his mental world.

Enduring excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart, he continued to destroy his own mental world.

Kwaaaang!

Thanks to relentlessly striking with his stone sword, he eventually created a hole in his mental world large enough for a small child to enter.

[Go inside here.]

Murka, spitting black blood, told Sia to enter the hole. His soul had suffered a significant wound.

[A-Are you okay, mister?]

[I’m fine.]

Murka wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

[Didn’t you say you wanted to meet your mom and dad? I’ll make sure you meet them.]

He stroked her head, as if telling her not to worry.

[Mister, what’s your name?]

As she was about to crawl into the hole, Sia paused and looked up. Her eyes no longer trembled. Only pure innocence remained in them, seeing Murka as someone like herself. [Murka.]

Murka revealed his name as he wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

[The most incompetent and foolish king in the world.]

[Wow, you're a king?]

[Time to sleep.]

As Murka swept his hand over Sia's forehead, she collapsed into sleep.

[There’s no time.]

Murka's fingertips trembled as he looked at Sia's collapsing mental world.

Before the world crumbled completely, there was no time to stand still, as the spell had to be cast for this child to survive.

Puuuk!

Murka sealed the hole where Sia had entered, then turned the stone sword upside down and unhesitatingly stabbed his own stomach.

Wooooong!

With the blood of his soul, Murka made a vow: as long as he remained unmoving in this spot, Sia’s soul would be protected. And unless he gave his approval, Sia would never awaken from her eternal sleep.

Murka neither thought about revenge against Essian nor worried about the tribe that had fled. His sole focus was to save the life before him. It was the moment when his soul ascended to a higher plane.

[Hoo...] 

Only after confirming that Sia's soul had settled within his mental world did Murka lower his stone sword. He smiled weakly, tamping down the ground so that Sia wouldn't wake up.

[It might take a long time....]

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Raon bit his lip as he watched Murka's soul swirling around Sia's soul.

‘Murka….’

Even seeing it firsthand, he found it hard to believe that an orc, who had lost his tribe due to betrayal by humans, would trust and protect a human again.

It was shocking even for someone like him, who had reincarnated.

“Thank you for protecting my sister.”

Raon bowed deeply toward Murka’s soul. It was a gesture of admiration and respect, one person to another.

Wuuuuuung!

As if accepting his gratitude, Murka caused a gentle resonance and enveloped Sia.

Fwaaah!

As Murka's black ashes seeped into Sia, her appearance began to change. She transformed from a child, passing through the stages of a vibrant young girl, until she became her current form.

It seemed Murka had used his own soul to help Sia's soul grow, fulfilling his promise to protect her.

“Murka.”

Raon bowed his head toward the now faint and almost disappearing form of Murka's soul.

“If I get the chance, I’ll look for your descendants and see if they're doing well.”

Whoosh.

The last fragment of Murka's soul entered Raon, as if entrusting him with that promise.

The energy Raon felt was warmer and kinder than any other.

Fwaaah!

As Murka's existence completely vanished, the blackened dead forest collapsed, and Sia's mental world, which he had seen within the red light, was revived. A small cabin and a lush green forest filled the ashen space.

Raon watched Sia descending toward the cabin and then lost consciousness.

* * *

When Raon opened his eyes again, he saw Glenn and Merlin frowning.

“Grandfather! It's my turn this time!” 

Merlin raised her chin toward Glenn.

"What nonsense are you spouting! You carried him yesterday! And stop calling me grandfather!"

Glenn frowned as he looked down at Merlin.

“What else should I call you if not grandfather?”

Merlin shook her head, unwilling to back down.

“There's no reasoning with you....”

“Uh…. Excuse me..”

Raon raised his hand toward Merlin and Glenn.

"Why are you two arguing?"

“Oh? Raon? Why are you awake?”

Merlin gently patted his stomach, urging him to rest more.

“Ahem….”

Glenn cleared his throat awkwardly, as if disappointed.

Those two... they were fighting over who would carry you.

Wrath shook his head in exasperation.

They do this every day, it's exhausting!

Wrath clicked his tongue, grumbling about how tiresome humans were.

‘Ah….’ 

Raon chuckled. He finally understood why the two had been arguing.

“Please, such trivial things… hmm?”

As he tried to get up, intending to stop them, his body felt light.

‘What’s this?’

Ever since Wrath’s advent, he had felt tired and heavy even after sleeping, but now all that fatigue had vanished in an instant.

Come to think of it, you...

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he looked at Raon.

Did you eat something on your own? 

‘What are you talking about? I didn’t eat anything.’

Your soul's wounds have completely healed! There's no way that could happen without eating something!

He grabbed Raon's collar, accusing him of secretly enjoying something delicious alone.

"Raon, what happened inside the mental world?"

Glenn also seemed to notice that his soul had fully healed, his eyes widening in surprise.

‘Wait. If I’ve changed, then….’

Raon turned to look at Sia, who lay on the bed.

She, too, seemed to have fully accepted Murka’s soul, radiating serene energy.

It was no longer the despair and anger of the Green King she had shown before but the pure innocence of young Sia, whom Murka had protected.

“Ah, her soul is maturing!” (growing)

Merlin swallowed nervously as she felt the changes in Sia's soul.

“What in the world is happening…?” 

Glenn quickly turned to Raon, seeking an explanation.

“I’ll explain everything.” 

Raon smiled softly and nodded.

“About the true king, Murka….”

* * *

Raon stood by the lake behind the annex building, practicing his swordsmanship, feeling the changes in himself.

'I've become stronger.'

By accepting Wrath, his physical abilities had greatly improved, and his mana circuits had expanded, allowing him to wield his aura more swiftly.

He had thought he would be stuck for a while after reaching peak Grand Master level, but he hadn't expected to achieve growth in this way.

Grrr, this is infuriating. 

Wrath glared at Raon, his brow furrowed.

How could you benefit from my advent being interrupted halfway? How does such a thing even happen?! 

He gritted his teeth, complaining that Raon always seemed to have such good luck.

‘I don’t know either.’

Raon chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps it was because his previous life had been so wretched that fate was being kind to him in this one.

Hmph, he would have rather liked to see that wretchedly unlucky Murka instead of you. If he had known he was such a guy, he would have taken him as a subordinate of the King of Essence…

Wrath clicked his tongue, regretting not having more conversations with Murka.

‘I feel the same way.’

Raon nodded, wishing he had had more time to talk with Murka.

He wasn’t born to be an orc. No, saying that would be an insult to him. 

Wrath, showing unusual respect, nodded his head slightly.

‘Indeed.’

Raon thought of Murka's final moments, then prepared to continue his training.

“Young master!” 

Helen came running, her skirt stained with dirt. She was so urgent that she stumbled on the familiar path, almost tripping.

“What’s so urgent? You can speak slowly….”

“I can’t!”

As Raon waved for her to take her time, Helen opened her mouth in a rush.

"Madam has woken up! Along with the others!"

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