The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 817

 Chapter 817

 

Yum!

Wrath licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of mint chocolate ice cream.

'Is it really that good?'

Raon tilted his chin as he popped the last bead of ice cream left in the box into his mouth.

Mint chocolate is always satisfying! It’s cool and bittersweet, so he never gets tired of it!

Wrath beamed, claiming today’s ice cream was especially delicious.

‘Glad to hear that.’

Raon chuckled as he closed the lid of the now-empty ice cream box.

'It was worth the hassle of coming out here.'

After seeing the reward messages, Wrath had kept whining that he lost the mental battle against the system, so Raon had to shut him up with ice cream. Truly, he was a tiresome Demon King.

‘You’re satisfied now, right?’

The King of Essence is still hungry! Eat some cookies!

Wrath shouted to eat the cookies, wearing an expression like an emperor about to conquer the continent.

The more time he spent with him, the more absurd he found him.

“Sigh….”

Raon sighed, taking a bite of one of the cookies he had bought from the bustling market. The sweetness of the chocolate chips and pineapple blended harmoniously, filling his mouth with flavor.

Kyaaah! This is good too! The chocolate is tasty, and the pineapple is delicious!

Wrath rubbed his chubby cheeks, smiling broadly. It was impressive how his taste descriptions remained simple despite eating his favorite foods.

'Is he really the same guy?'

He still couldn't believe that the absolute Blue Demon King he had met in his mental world not long ago and this cotton candy who was happy over a cookie were the same being.

It was enough to make him think he had a split personality.

"Sigh."

Raon put a cookie in his mouth and brought up the reward messages he hadn't been able to see properly because of Wrath.

[You have received the genuine recognition of a Transcender.]
[You have accomplished an impossible feat]
[All stats have increased by 30 points.]
[The rank of the trait <Evil Eye of Wrath> has increased]
[The rank of the trait <Magic Armor of Snow Flower> has increased]

'That's quite a lot.'

Since the opponent was the former master of the Holy Sword Alliance, Darkan, even though the test was held with his strength restrained, all stats increased by 30 points, and two traits ranked up. It was a reward beyond expectations.

‘And then…’

Raon looked at the next message below.

[You have outwitted the Demon King of Lust]
[All stats have increased by 40 points]
[The title < The Tongue that Mocks of the Heaven and Earth> has been upgraded to <The Tongue that Mocks of the Dimensions>]

Because he had even obtained Lust’s authority, the stat increase was even higher. However, what truly caught his eye was the upgrade to his title.

‘This turned out like this, huh.’

Originally, the title was called <The Tongue that Mocks of the World >, which had been upgraded to <The Tongue that Mocks of the Heaven and Earth>, and now had become <The Tongue that Mocks of the Dimensions>.

Receiving two upgrades to the title left Raon chuckling in disbelief.

<The Tongue that Mocks of the Dimensions>
This title is given to someone who defeated a more powerful opponent with eloquence alone.

Effect: Causes a significant amount of mental confusion while talking to a more powerful opponent.

‘Huh?’

Raon’s eyes widened as he read the effect of the title.

‘Significant amount of mental confusion?’

Previously, it caused a small amount of mental confusion, and caused moderate amounts of mental confusion. Now, with the new upgrade, the effect has risen to a significant amount.

Even now, his words were quite effective, but with this new upgrade, he felt like he could really sell water as wine.

Noooo!

Wrath, who had been savoring the cookies and licking his fingers, suddenly flailed like a fish out of water.

This guy doesn’t need a title like this! The Demon Kings already bring him offerings just from his words alone, so why does the title keep getting upgraded?!

Wrath screamed at the air in frustration.

‘Ah, that's right. You always said my tongue was at dimension level, not just heaven and earth, and it really happened.’

Raon patted Wrath’s head, chuckling.

That’s it! That’s why they made it this way! They must have done it after hearing me! He swears, this has to be a conspiracy!

Wrath gritted his teeth at the message, saying he was still fighting a mental battle against it. ‘By the way, does this title work on you too?’

O-Of course not! How could something made by the King of Essence’s authority affect him?!

He turned his eyes away and shook his head. Seeing him even whistle, it was clear that the effect would work on him too.

It seemed they had grown close enough for Wrath to start lying.

‘I see.’

Raon chuckled as he watched Wrath rolling his eyes. The biggest reward he received today might be the title upgrade.

‘Now, for the last one.’

Raon took a deep breath and brought up the last message.

[The trait <Lust> has been unlocked.]

He read the message about unlocking <Lust>, which could be considered the main event of the day.

<Lust>

Allows you to build various kinds of affection with those who make eye contact with you. The more affection you build with others, the stronger all your stats, soul level, and physical resilience will become.

‘This is...’

Raon swallowed dryly as he read the description of Lust. Despite worrying about the implications of the word “Lust,” the content was entirely positive.

That’s because your lust is weak.

Wrath smacked his lips briefly while reading the description. He snorted, saying that if his Lust had been stronger, it would have become abilities with a slightly more explicit meaning.

To be honest, he wasn’t even sure the trait would unlock, considering how monk-like you are. But he guesses you’re not entirely devoid of lust after all.

Wrath rolled his eyes upwards and playfully poked Raon with his round elbow.

‘Hmm….’

Raon gave an awkward smile and averted his gaze.

In his previous life, he couldn't even have feelings of liking someone, let alone date. Even in this life, vengeance had taken priority, leaving no room for romantic relationships.

But watching Sylvia and Edgar, who had sacrificed for each other and ultimately reunited in love, made him wonder. If he were alive after completing his revenge, perhaps he might want to experience an ordinary love someday.

Perhaps that tiny desire had awakened Lust.

‘But what does ‘physical resilience’ mean in this context?’

Raon frowned, puzzled by the last part of the description.

Well, uh, to, um, satisfy lust, your body needs to be strong?

‘Huh? What are you talking about?’

H-He means, simply put, you need to survive, don’t you?

Wrath rapidly moved his lips as if embarrassed.

‘Oh, so it’s a survival thing….’

Argh! The King of Essence doesn't know either! Stop asking!

Wrath’s face flushed red as he shouted that it was a good thing, no matter what.

‘Hm….’

Raon reread the message, narrowing his eyes.

‘Allows you to build various kinds of affection….’

He could vaguely understand the description.

It could be interpreted not only as sexual attraction but also as friendship, goodwill or similar positive feelings.

‘Wrath.’

Stop calling me!

Wrath waved his chubby hands dismissively, annoyed.

‘It says this trait works with eye contact. Just wondering…’

Ha! Do you think it will work on everyone? It won’t easily work on someone whose soul level is higher than yours! And besides, the King of Essence has no affection for...!

Wrath was in the middle of sneering when...

[You have gained the favor of <Wrath>.]

[All stats have increased.]

[The level of your soul has risen.]

“……”

…….

Raon and Wrath stared at the newly displayed message in stunned silence.

N-no way! That's not true!

Wrath turned red and let out an enraged shout.

This cursed system is spewing lies!

‘Thank you, Wrath.’

Raon nodded calmly, placing a hand on Wrath’s shoulder.

Get lost!

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The next morning.

Raon headed to the training ground at dawn for the scheduled training session.

The Light Wind division swordsmen were warming up with basic training under the Gambling Monster's instructions.

“Seeing it in person, it’s not half bad.”

Martha clicked her tongue, watching the swordsmen’s movements.

"It seems like they trained hard every day, as Sir Gambling Monster said."

Burren nodded, acknowledging their improvement.

“Yeah… they didn’t slack off….”

Runaan blinked sleepily as she observed the Light Wind swordsmen.

“Hm….”

Raon folded his arms, furrowing his brows.

'I want to crush them...'

C-Crush them? Your own subordinates? Are you insane?!

Wrath widened his eyes in disbelief.

'I don't mean to literally crush them, I want to train them.'

Raon lightly waved his hand with a smile.

Then just train them already.

'I would, but Sir Gambling Monster told me something.'

That old drunkard did?

'He said that while we were away, the Light Wind swordsmen also trained hard, so I shouldn't push them too much.'

Perhaps because he was concerned about yesterday's incident, the Gambling Monster visited him this morning and told him not to put too much pressure on the Light Wind swordsmen because they had also trained hard.

Even Rimmer had confirmed that the Light Wind swordsmen hadn’t skipped a single day of practice, so forcing them into rigorous training didn’t sit right with Raon’s conscience.

He never thought you’d be the type to care about that.

'I do care about what people think of me.'

Bullshit! If there's one thing you lack, it's awareness of others! You are the least considerate human he has ever seen!

Wrath snorted in disbelief.

"If they had slacked off completely, I could just beat them up, but they didn't, so it’s a bit tricky."

Martha frowned, muttering that Krein and the others seemed to have trained diligently, making it hard to criticize them openly.

"It's not that they're slow, it's that we returned after growing too quickly. We can just take it slow with them."

Burren nodded calmly, saying they should take their time to help them grow.

“That won’t work. We don’t have time.”

Raon shook his head firmly. It was certain that they would be going on a mission soon, so they needed to help them improve quickly before that.

“Then what’s your plan? It's a bit much to force them.”

"I have an idea."

Raon grinned and approached Dorian.

“Dorian.”

“Yes?”

Dorian, who was eating snacks, flinched and turned his head.

"Don't you feel angry that they were taking it easy while you were training like you were going to die?"

"Well, I guess I do a little..."

"You were pushed so hard by Sir Jarek until your cheeks became hollow, but they look like they've been eating and sleeping well."

Raon pointed at the Light Wind swordsmen as he locked eyes with Dorian.

“Now that you say it, yeah! Not a single one of them looks like they’ve lost any weight!”

Dorian frowned, chewing on his snack roughly.

“Right?”

In truth, their bodies were already all muscle, so they couldn't lose any more weight, but of course, he didn't mention that unnecessary detail.

"So how about you show those guys how hard you've trained?"

Raon pointed his finger at Krein, who was watching them.

"Let's beat up your rival and show them how tough your training was."

"Understood!"

Dorian shouted energetically and stepped forward.

“Hey! Let’s spar!”

He quickly approached Krein and tilted his chin up.

"Me? With me?"

Krein pointed at himself, exhaling sharply.

"I'll show you how much I've improved while you were playing around comfortably."

Dorian clenched his fist, declaring he would crush him.

“Ha!”

Krein narrowed his eyes.

“You’ve got a big mouth for someone who just runs errands. You think I’ve been slacking? Who cares about you? The only ones I fear are the division leader and the team leaders, not some green-headed weed like you!”

He sneered at Dorian’s green hair.

“That’s right!”

“Stay in your lane!”

“Just go back to your supply duties, as usual!”

The other swordsmen jeered, glaring at Dorian.

"Then how about this?"

Before they knew it, Raon had approached and stood in front of Krein and Dorian.

“Let Krein and Dorian spar, and the winner’s training method becomes the standard for everyone.”

Raon smiled as he looked at Krein and the swordsmen behind him.

"Umm..."

Krein’s lips trembled, seeming scared because Raon had stepped in.

"The division leader might help that guy."

He frowned, shaking his head.

“I swear I won’t interfere. And if Dorian doesn’t finish it within five moves, we’ll call it a loss.”

“Five moves?”

Krein raised his eyebrows as if he found it absurd.

"You're underestimating me too much! If I fight Dorian ten times, I'll win seven times!"

He claimed their skills were worlds apart.

“Then prove it. Or are you afraid?”

Raon narrowed his eyes, tilting his chin.

“Grr... Fine! Let’s do it!”

“Good.”

Raon licked his lips as if looking at a fish that had taken the bait.

“Let’s start right away.”

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Krein stood in the training ground, facing Dorian, his lips pressed tightly together.

"I might lose to the team leaders, but not to him."

Burren, Martha, and Runaan had become so strong that it was noticeable at a glance. Although he wasn't exactly sure, it seemed they had reached peak Master level.

But, Dorian was different. Although he had lost some weight, there wasn’t much change in his aura or energy wave. Since Krein himself had grown stronger, Dorian even seemed weaker.

‘Still, I can’t let my guard down….’

Seeing Raon make such a bet, Krein assumed that Raon must have prepared some sort of martial art for Dorian.

However, Krein himself had been training diligently. He was confident he could withstand Dorian's attacks for five rounds no matter what.

‘I can’t lose to that supply parrot.’

As the seventh strongest swordsman of the Light Wind division, there was no way he could lose to Dorian, who only ever talked about supplies.

Srrrng!

Feeling the gazes of the other swordsmen cheering him on from behind, Krein drew his sword.

Chiiing!

Dorian raised his sword with a calm expression, more composed than usual.

"Are you both ready?"

Raon checked Dorian and Krein’s conditions before quickly dropping his hand.

"Then, begin the spar!"

He announced the start of the spar and immediately stepped back.

"I haven't been slacking off either!"

Biting his lip, Krein thrust his sword forward with both hands.

A strike aiming directly for the vital points, piercing through the opponent's aura in an instant. It was a technique he used often, but thanks to two months of training, its speed and power had transformed dramatically.

Paaaaang!

Krein maximized the speed of his footwork and sword technique, advancing so quickly it was impossible to tell where he was aiming.

"It's over."

Krein curled his lips upward. The moment his sword pierced through space, the outcome was decided.

Given Dorian's skill, he wouldn’t be able to react fast enough to block his sword strike.

Whoooosh!

Planning to taunt Raon for placing his trust in Dorian, Krein aimed for Dorian’s waist. But suddenly, Dorian’s sword dipped downward, flowing like the waters of a mountain valley.

Claaang!

As if he had anticipated the direction of Krein’s attack, Dorian perfectly parried the strike with a curved slash.

Thwang!

Krein's sword bounced back violently. But Dorian didn’t counterattack, he stayed in place and waited.

"Get your stance right."

Dorian nodded calmly as if granting Krein another chance.

"...You'll regret that."

Krein gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword stuck in the ground.

‘Focus.’

It seemed he had underestimated Dorian, thinking there hadn’t been any significant changes in him.

Instead of hastily thinking about victory, he needed to subdue him calmly.

‘Let’s go with variable sword.’

Normally, Dorian was weak against complex sword techniques. If he focused on the variable sword he had trained with the Gambling Monster, he could surely win.

Tuuung!

Krein took a deep breath and rushed at Dorian. Loosening his grip on the sword slightly, he drew a sword trajectory in the air like a constellation.

Chiiiing!

A sword technique that thrusts five times in a single stroke was repeated four times, creating twenty sword strikes. It was the Thrusting Rain Star Walls of the Ten Thousand Constellations Sword Art, as interpreted by the Gambling Monster

‘This will do it!’

Confident that this would overwhelm Dorian, Krein poured his full strength into the technique.

"Hmm."

Again, as if Dorian had read his sword, he lowered his sword with a calm gaze.

Clang clang clang clang!

Dorian’s sword rotated smoothly, erasing all the variable of the Thrusting Star Walls. It felt as though his thoughts were being read.

Chiiiing!

Dorian’s sword, having flawlessly deflected everything, came to a halt just before Krein’s throat.

"It’s over."

Dorian slightly tilted his chin with eyes as calm as if he had been meditating.

"Uh…."

Staring at the blade near his neck, Krein trembled and bit his lip.

"I-I lost."

In the end, he admitted defeat and lowered his head.

"What? What happened?"

"Krein lost again? And so one-sidedly this time?"

"Those two were evenly matched until now."

"This makes no sense…."

The swordsmen of the Light Wind gaped at Dorian, who had overwhelmed Krein.

"What the heck! How did you get so strong when your aura and energy are the same!"

Krein shouted in disbelief, grabbing Dorian's arm.

"Why, you ask?"

Dorian nodded as if he had been waiting for this.

"It’s because I followed the division leader’s training method."

Like a parrot, he repeated what Raon had told him and lowered his sword.

"It wasn't even that hard, I lost weight, and it's really great training."

Dorian smiled, genuinely pleased with the training he had been doing in the Holy Sword Alliance.

"Division leader!"

Biting his lip, Krein knelt before Raon.

"Please make me do the same training as him! I’ll do anything!"

"Me too, please!"

"We’ll join as well!"

The Light Wind swordsmen broke through the Gambling Monster's protective barrier and shouted their eagerness to take on any training.

Seeing the drastic change in Dorian, they felt both a sense of crisis and excitement.

"Sure, teaching you won’t be hard."

Raon smiled faintly, lifting his chin slightly.

What, what’s this? Was this your plan all along?

Wrath ground his teeth in disbelief.

‘Exactly.’

Look! He told you this guy doesn’t need any tongue-related titles or skills! He’s already ruining everything with just his normal speech!

He screamed, questioning why such a title was given to him.

"Everyone, get ready. It might be a little tough."

Raon’s faint smile deepened as he looked into the determined eyes of the Light Wind swordsmen.

But what are you going to do? That wallet didn’t get stronger because of physical strength but because of his mind’s eye!

Wrath’s eyes widened in confusion.

‘What's so special about those eyes? If you get beaten to the brink of death enough times, you'll naturally develop something similar to it.’

Raon grinned, convinced it would work.

...Is this guy even human?

 

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