The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 808

Chapter 808

Editor: Aldbnlf

 

"Huh?"

Darkan let out a hollow breath after observing Raon's soul through his Heart Sword.

'What is this guy, really?'

Raon wasn't just a child with a sharp tongue. Both his swordsmanship and his potential for growth were beyond expectations.

When Darkan finally tried to check the level of Raon's soul, it was completely beyond what he could have imagined.

'At this level, it's comparable to a Transcender.'

The level of Raon's soul was enormous, enough to rival that of a Transcender.

He had been impressed by Raon's martial strength and talent, but the size of his soul was on an entirely different level.

'To think this is a Grandmaster.'

Darkan was dumbfounded and tilted his head in disbelief when something even larger rose from behind Raon's soul.

You maggot...

The moment he heard the chilling voice that seemed to freeze his soul, his world changed.

“Hmmm….”

When Darkan opened his eyes, he was no longer in the Holy Sword Alliance, but in another place.

Whooosh.

 

The sky and the ground were both covered in silvery snow. Blue snowflakes fell on the pristine white land that no one had ever stepped on.

'This isn't reality.'

Darkan furrowed his brow as he caught a falling snowflake in his hand.

Seeing his surroundings clearly, he realized this place wasn't reality, but someone's mental world.

‘This doesn't seem to be Raon's mental world…’

Recalling the chilling voice, Darkan turned around.

In the center of the seemingly endless snowfield, a colossal tree wrapped in silvery snow towered up.

It seemed to have been rooted for a thousand—no, ten thousand years—so deeply that even his sword couldn’t bring it down in a single strike.

‘How can there be such a tree… Ah!’

Staring at the tree that seemed to touch the heavens, Darkan's jaw dropped.

'That's not a tree.'

What he thought was an ancient tree was actually someone's soul.

The soul of this mental world's owner was so immense that it had taken the form of a tree.

'That must be the owner of this mental world.'

Darkan clicked his tongue as he looked at the figure standing beneath the tree.

Hair that seemed to contain the ocean flowed down to the waist, and the nose bridge was sharp like a blade.

It felt like the word "beauty" had been sculpted into a person, but the pinnacle was the eyes. Just looking into the blue light that seemed to constrict his very soul rendered him speechless.

He—or perhaps she—or rather, their gender was irrelevant. Their mere presence felt like both a blessing and a curse to the world.

‘That face... I’ve seen it before.’

The face was one he'd seen in the past, yet strangely, it felt like encountering it for the first time. The quality of their soul was on an entirely different level from before.

"So this clears up some of my questions. Are you the one controlling Raon?"

Darkan twisted his lips into a grin as he gazed at the blue being.

"Controlling?"

The blue demon king, Wrath, slowly turned his gaze.

“Do you think that leech would allow himself to be controlled by anyone?”

"You're right. That child isn't the type to control or be controlled."

Darkan nodded in agreement.

“But….”

He clicked his tongue while observing Wrath closely.

"You're not a swordsman."

Just by locking eyes, Darkan realized Wrath wasn't a swordsman. His curiosity, which had been burning fiercely, shrank in an instant.

"However, you seem like a worthy opponent to fight."

Although this place was not reality but a mental world, fighting against such a strong opponent seemed like it would greatly help his growth.

"Fight?"

Wrath's icy blue eyes shifted toward Darkan.

"A maggot dares not know its place."

The moment Wrath's calm, low voice resonated through the mental world, Darkan's back bent as if his spine was about to snap under the pressure.

Kugugugu!

Wrath's immense soul began crushing Darkan.

"Ugh!"

Darkan gritted his teeth. He unleashed an energy wave with all his might to resist, but merely holding on was all he could manage.

'What is this…?'

It wasn't a matter of martial strength. The gap in the sheer power of their souls was so vast that even standing against it felt impossible. His soul felt as if it were freezing solid.

'This thing isn't human.'

No human could possess such a colossal soul.

Not even Glenn or the Heavenly Demon could reach this level. It was a realm reserved only for monsters who had lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

"Maggot."

Wrath looked down at Darkan and flicked his chin.

“Know your place before you dare utter nonsense about fighting.”

Without lifting a finger, Wrath's soul pressure alone caused thick veins to bulge across Darkan's face.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this way..."

Darkan bit his lips until they bled and raised his body.

"It truly feels like I've returned to being a maggot."

He seemed to feel a sense of challenge in this situation, a crooked smile spreading across his face.

"Then accept this maggot's challenge!"

Darkan abandoned defense and raised his dark blade, enduring the freezing of his soul.

Kwaaaaaah!

The blade imbued with his soul surged toward Wrath, radiating dark light.

Tiiiiing!

But even after colliding head-on with Darkan's Heart Sword, Wrath's vast, unwavering soul remained unshaken.

Only a thin scratch appeared on the colossal silver tree that embodied Wrath's soul.

“That’s a slash befitting a maggot.”

Wrath sneered coldly, raising his hand.

"Swordsmen think their swords are special. In the end, they're just killing tools, extensions of the hand."

"What?"

Darkan frowned, as if asking what Wrath meant.

“The form doesn’t matter. Only what it contains is of any importance.”

When Wrath snapped his fingers, the gently falling snowflakes became fierce.

Boom!

When a single snowflake landed on Darkan's shoulder, his arm exploded.

"Argh!"

But it wasn't just one snowflake.

Each fragment of Wrath's ice pierced through Darkan's body, causing him to cough up dark blood.

" E-Every one of them is like a Heart Sword…."

Darkan, torn to shreds, knelt on the snowfield.

"To think I'd witness something like this!"

Despite the excruciating pain, he seemed to find joy in the situation, a deep smile appearing on his face.

“The only reason you’re alive is that you didn’t come here with the intent to kill that leech. If you had harbored any ill will, your head would have flown the moment you stepped into this place.”

Wrath's icy gaze pierced through him.

“Should I say I was lucky?”

Darkan shook his head, coughing blood.

"Whether you were lucky or not is something you’ll only find out after it’s over. In the end, you’ll die at the hands of that leech."

Wrath tilted his chin, watching Darkan's fading figure.

"I look forward to it."

Darkan's laughter lingered until the end as his soul dissolved into the snow.

"……."

Wrath stared at the now silent snowfield before turning around.

"Did you see that?"

"Yeah."

Raon stepped out onto the snowfield and nodded.

"You didn't use a sword just now—you used snow and ice to manifest your Heart Sword, right?"

"Something like that."

Wrath calmly shook his head.

"Just as the Heart Sword sharpens and strengthens one’s soul to form a sword, the King of Essence simply imbued his soul into the snow and ice, with which he was most familiar."

"That's impressive."

Raon let out a faint chuckle as he looked at Wrath's composed demeanor.

"I didn’t expect you to overpower the former master of the Holy Sword Alliance so easily."

Darkan was among the strongest of the Five Kings and Five Demons.

If it weren’t Glenn, the Heavenly Demon, or Derus, no one could defeat him—yet Wrath had done so overwhelmingly.

"That’s because he kindly came all the way here."

Wrath lowered his finger to point at the snowfield.

"If we’d fought outside, it wouldn’t have ended so easily."

He shook his head, saying he had easily defeated him because they fought in his own domain.

"That makes sense."

Raon narrowed his eyes as he scanned Wrath's mental world.

"But why is there nothing in your mental world? What exactly is that tree?"

The only things visible in Wrath’s mental world were endless snowfall and the colossal tree.

Even the world tree he had seen in Seipia wasn’t this massive.

"Finally…"

Wrath’s lips twisted into a smile without giving an answer.

"The time has come!"

"Time for what?"

Raon swallowed dryly as he looked at Wrath, who wore a murderous smile.

"The time to fix your damned habits!"

Wrath let out a chilling laugh, saying that here he could crush him with the power of his soul. “All those days of being threatened with food! The agony of choking on Nadine’s bread! And even the evil deeds of stealing the King of Essence’s power.”

He gritted his teeth and approached Raon.

"The King of Essence hasn’t forgotten a single thing!"

Wrath’s shoulders trembled with excitement at the thought of revenge.

"With this opportunity, the King of Essence will fix your habits and make you serve the King of Essence!"

He spread his arms wide, explaining that he had chased Darkan away so quickly for this very reason.

"First, he’ll settle his grudge over mint chocolate! He’ll rip your neck off—"

"Hold on."

Raon interrupted Wrath, tilting his chin.

"What grudge over mint chocolate?"

"Eh?"

Wrath froze in place, his mouth slightly agape.

"What do you mean, ‘what grudge’?"

"You said grudge, so I’m asking—what grudge are you talking about?"

"W-When the King of Essence wanted to eat it, you wouldn't let him..."

"When was that?"

Raon kept speaking to Wrath while secretly operating the Ring of Fire.

‘I need to buy time.’

If he made a mistake here, he could be stuck in this place forever.

Having visited many mental worlds, he knew that as long as he had time, he could create a way out.

" W-Well, since we came here, you only ate meals every day! Even when the King of Essence made a fuss wanting dessert..."

"That’s not true. Don’t you remember? You kept chanting over my head, and Dorian gave me mint chocolate ice cream. We ate it that evening."

As Raon spoke to Wrath, he began creating a crack in the mental world to escape.

"Oh… that’s true."

Wrath nodded blankly. It was hard to believe this was the same demon king who had just overwhelmed Darkan moments ago.

"No, wait! That's not right! The King of Essence wants to eat it every day! Besides, there's more! Every time you train, you stuff yourself with Nadine bread, and you drain my power—how do you explain that?!"

"Ah, that…"

Raon smiled as he stretched out his hand.

"I don't need to explain anything."

With a grin, he opened the crack he had created.

Wooong!

The white snowfield split open, and his soul began to be drawn into the gap.

"What? N-No!"

Wrath shouted in a panic, reaching out his hand.

"He hasn’t even hit you—not even once!"

But regardless of Wrath’s protests, Raon's soul disappeared into the opening.

"Damn it all!"

Wrath clutched his head and screamed.

"Hey! At least eat the mint chocolate! Please, he’s begging you!"

Wrath’s final words shifted from a threat to a plea, echoing through the mental world.

“And don’t take what happened today to heart!”

‘Yeah, right.’

*   *   *

As Wrath’s cries faded, Raon tried to open his eyes, but the sensation wasn’t one of returning to reality.

‘What’s going on? Did Wrath end up catching me after all?’

Thinking it was strange, he opened his eyes to see a blackened land where everything had burned down.

It was a familiar place. Although there were no green trees or bushes, it was the mountain where Lawrence lives, the one he climbed every day.

On the dead, blackened mountain, a blond swordsman and a robed mage stood.

[Are you really going to do it here?]

The mage furrowed his brows as he looked at the swordsman.

[It’s completely ruined.]

[That’s why this is the perfect place. No one will care about it now, but someday it will come alive again.]

The blond swordsman nodded with a gentle smile.

[Hah…]

The mage let out a long sigh.

[You really are impossible. Alright.]

She nodded and began drawing a magic circle in the air.

A massive array spread out, sketching a new sky over the land.

[This will do nicely.]

The blond swordsman dug into the charred ground and planted a single seed.

Despite its small size, the seed radiated a brilliant blue glow, as if it contained immense life.

[This must become the last bastion.]

The blond swordsman buried the seed with a solemn expression, as if gazing into the future.

[If you’re done, come help me!]

The mage frowned at the blond swordsman, as if scolding him.

[Alright.]

The blond swordsman smiled and grabbed the hilt of his sword. His sword was drawn on its own and soared into the sky.

Dancing Sword. But it was different from Darkan's.

Instead of grotesque, it exuded freedom and grandeur, tracing noble lines across the sky.

Following the line traced by the swordsman, magic surged, forming a barrier that enveloped the land.

"Huh?"

As Raon was watching the scene, the blond swordsman turned his gaze toward him.

The moment their red eyes met, Raon felt his soul waver, as if dissolving.

“Ugh!”

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Darkan coughing up black blood.

The shock Wrath had inflicted in the mental world seemed to have manifested now.

"You didn’t drive me out with your own power. I'm not satisfied yet!"

Even with his soul wounded by Wrath, Darkan refused to retreat. What a relentless man.

‘I have to end it here.’

Raon wanted to strike Darkan down, but Heavenly Drive imbued with Genesis was completely nullified by the Heart Sword. 

‘What can I do….’ 

As he contemplated his next move, the image of Zieghart’s ancestor that he had seen earlier flashed through his mind. 

‘Yes. That’s the only way.’

He raised the flames on Heavenly Drive. Unleashing the Flawless Sea of Fire, he diverted Darkan's attention while dropping the Blade of Requiem he held in his left hand.

Wooong! 

By resonating his upper energy center with the Ring of Fire, he grasped the soul's thread within the Blade of Requiem.

‘This won’t be enough!’ 

While Darkan extinguished the flames of Flawless Sea of Fire, Raon imbued the Blade of Requiem with the principles of the Dancing Sword he had created himself.

Thud!

The crimson blade of the Blade of Requiem circled through the air before descending, driving toward Darkan's back.

It was a miraculous maneuver that incorporated the Dancing Sword of Zieghart’s ancestor and Darkan—an unpredictable sword path no one could predict.

“What is this!” 

Darkan, who seemed to have not anticipated the Dancing Sword, gaped. Astonishment was evident on his face.

Thwack!

However, true to his Transcender nature, Darkan raised a shield of aura just as the Blade of Requiem was about to pierce his flesh. In the end, the blade inflicted only a superficial wound before falling to the ground. 

“Damn it….” 

Raon realized he had failed and bit his lip as Darkan lowered the hand blocking Heavenly Drive.

“That was admirable resolve.”

Darkan picked up the fallen Blade of Requiem and returned it to Raon. 

“You’ve passed.” 

“What?” 

“I said you’ve passed.” 

Darkan nodded, his expression one of satisfaction. 

“I was surprised by the monster within you, but I’m not particularly interested in that. What I wanted to see was your swordsmanship and your resolve.” 

He spat out the dark blood pooled in his mouth and laughed. 

Huh?

Wrath frowned as he glared down at Darkan.

This maggot dares to run his mouth after being crushed by the King of Essence? Come back here! This time, he’ll grind your bones and strip your flesh!

Wrath shook his head vehemently, declaring he would kill him for sure next time.

“Your swordsmanship, resolve, and the level of your soul—all of it passes. You’ve earned the right to run your mouth.”

Darkan smirked as if declaring Raon worthy of speaking about the future.

He truly seemed to have no interest in Wrath, not even bothering to ask questions.

“Then….” 

"As promised, I'll leave without harming anyone."

He nodded his chin, saying he would keep his promise.

"…Then I'll come find you when I have mastered a new sword."

“Good. But….” 

Darkan shook his head briefly. 

“I might not be around by then.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean….” 

"I plan to challenge your grandfather."

Darkan laughed, declaring Glenn would be next. 

“Then you’ll really die. Why did you even accept my suggestion?”

Even for Darkan, going against Glenn would inevitably lead to his death. Raon couldn’t understand his reasoning. 

“Even if I don’t get to witness it, the mere emergence of new swordsmanship holds meaning.”

Darkan smiled, as if the mere existence of such swordsmanship was enough. He was no longer the same as before, it was clear that something within him had changed.

“Hm….” 

Raon swallowed dryly as he looked at the smiling Darkan. 

‘This man is a madman, but a true swordsman.’

A man who pursued nothing but the sword above all else. A swordsman who had transcended good and evil, living by his own convictions.

“You are….” 

Hey!

Just as Raon was about to speak to Darkan, Wrath surged up before his eyes.

E-Erase my energy immediately! Hurry!

‘What’s gotten into you…?’ 

Just do it! If I tell you to do it, do it!

Wrath was in such a hurry that he didn’t even use his usual royal tone.

‘Alright.’

Seeing him in such a rush for the first time, Raon used the Ring of Fire, erasing all traces of wrath from his body and sword.

‘Is that good now?’

As Raon gestured to Wrath, the night sky trembled as if it were about to collapse. 

Kuwaaang!

Someone outside was attempting to shatter the barrier. 

Damn it! It’s already too late!

Wrath trembled, his lips quivering as he stared at the turbulent night sky. 

She's coming! That crazy stalker!

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