The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 912

 Chapter 912

 

“Uuuugh….”

Krein groaned as he kicked a stone on the ground, sounding as if he were in pain.

“This is making me way too anxious….”

He clutched his hair while staring at the silver orb hidden behind the statues of the five heroes.

“Hey. You okay?”

Krein jerked his chin toward Dorian, who was leaning against one of the statues.

“Of course I’m not okay….”

Dorian shook his head, panting.

"I feel like I’m going to throw up. Not just food, but like my insides are going to come out…."

He sniffled, trembling not only in his hands but also in his entire arms.

“Division leader, no, the palace master, why did he entrust this place to us?”

Dorian closed his eyes, saying he felt like he was suffocating and going to die.

“…Because he trusts us. That’s why.”

Krein let out a quiet sigh as he looked up at the sky.

“If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have sent us to guard something this important.”

Clenching his fist, he muttered that he didn’t want to betray that trust.

“Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

Dorian nodded in agreement, but his trembling only spread further throughout his body.

“I took five sedatives, but it’s still not enough. I can’t stop shaking….”

Just as he slapped his cheek and reached for another sedative—

Wooouuuuuu…

The shadows of the surrounding buildings grew darker, accompanied by an eerie, spine-chilling wail.

“They’re here!”

Krein pressed his lips together and stepped forward.

“Be careful….”

Dorian peeled himself away from the statue, warning Krein. His fingers on the hilt of his sword trembled so violently it was pitiful to watch.

Fwoooosh!

The moment the two stood before the statues, the sky, the ground, and even the buildings were engulfed in darkness as if someone had spilled black ink over the world.

“Wh-what the hell?!”

“Why did it suddenly turn into night…?”

“What’s going on?!”

The people gathered near the statues froze in shock, unable to move as they were caught off guard by the abrupt phenomenon.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

As pitch-black darkness swallowed the entire space, the sound of a heavy staff striking the ground rang out. A white-haired old man, clad in a black robe, walked forward.

“That old man….”

Dorian furrowed his brows as he looked at the deep wrinkles on the old man’s face.

“You don’t recognize him? He’s the guy from the statue you’ve been leaning against this whole time.”

Krein gestured toward the statues behind them. Just as he said, the old man’s face was identical to that of the mage on the far-right statue among the five heroes.

“His name was Foreson, the Spirit Magician.”

Krein stated the man’s name and title as he drew his sword from his waist.

“It’s nice to see young folks still remember me.”

Foreson chuckled kindly as he stroked his long white beard.

“If you hand over the orb behind the statues, I’ll let you leave unharmed.”

He spoke gently, tilting his head as if making a generous offer.

“What a load of bullshit.”

Krein scoffed, tilting his chin slightly.

“If you were really such a kind person, you wouldn’t have stood by and let those children suffer.”

He curled his fingers in a taunting gesture, provoking Foreson.

“What a shame.”

Foreson let out a low sigh, raising an eyebrow.

“Rejecting goodwill and choosing punishment instead….”

“You can drink that punishment yourself. Why do all villains say the same crap? Do you guys attend some kind of villain academy or something?”

Krein clicked his tongue, saying it was all the same.

“You have no manners.”

Foreson’s expression twisted with genuine anger, the veins on his forehead bulging beneath his wrinkles.

“If you truly trust the people around you, you’ll come to regret it.”

“The hell are you talking about, old man? What do you mean, those around us?”

“I see them all. The lot of you share the same pressure. That means you grew up in the same household.”

Foreson smirked as his gaze swept over the people trembling in the darkness.

“Damn, you’re sharp.”

Krein ground his teeth and stomped his foot.

“We’re exposed! Get ready to fight!”

At Krein;s signal, the Light Wind Palace swordsmen, who had been disguised as tourists and residents, revealed their true identities.

“So, you are Zieghart’s people.”

Foreson nodded calmly as he observed their uniforms and swords.

“Having an entire group of Masters is certainly impressive, but before me, it’s meaningless.”

He tapped his staff against the ground, and the darkness that had been spreading across the earth stirred and began to rise.

Rumble!

Dozens—no, hundreds—of shadow monsters surged forth, their crimson eyes gleaming menacingly.

‘They’re strong.’

Krein narrowed his eyes at the creatures Foreson had summoned.

‘Each one is at least on par with a large-class monster.’

And fighting them would be even more difficult than that.

Unlike monsters that had been studied and documented, these shadow beasts were completely unknown. They were bound to be fast and powerful, making them formidable foes, even for Masters.

“Formation! Take the shape of the High Wind!”

At Krein’s command, the Light Wind Palace swordsmen formed a defensive Light Wind Formation in front of the statues of the five heroes.

“So, you’re choosing to fight defensively? Not a bad choice, but let’s see how long you last.”

Foreson smirked as he slammed his staff down.

Woooooo!

The shadow monsters he had summoned sank into the ground all at once.

Kuaaaaaah!

A moment later, they burst out from right in front of the statues, baring their razor-sharp fangs at the Light Wind Palace swordsmen.

Slash—!

Without a moment’s hesitation, the swordsmen swung their swords.

The shadow creatures, unable to withstand the wind-infused slashes, dissipated into black mist.

“Hmph.”

Foreson remained unfazed. As if he had anticipated this, he flicked his staff lightly, and the slain monsters began to regenerate, their black maws reopening hungrily.

“We’ll just kill them again!”

Krein showed no sign of panic, immediately slashing through the reformed creatures once more.

“How about this?”

Foreson raised two fingers, and from the tip of his staff, concentrated demonic energy shot toward the statue.

Tuuuuuuung!

As the dark magic surged forward, aiming to erase both the hero’s statue and the silver orb, Dorian leaped out from within the sword formation.

Without hesitation, he charged straight into the demonic energy, swinging his sword to intercept the attack—ensuring that none of the other swordsmen were harmed.

Chwaaaaaaaaak!

Dorian’s mind's eye-fueled strike, split the center of the dark magic, even suppressing the explosive force of the demonic energy.

“Heoeok….”

But he seemed exhausted just by that, his hands trembling and saliva dripping from his mouth.

“Good job!”

Krein patted Dorian on the back, acknowledging his endurance.

“Looks like you actually have the skills to back up your talk. Not that it matters.”

Foreson narrowed his eyes and revived the shadow creatures once again, intensifying the pressure on the Light Wind Palace swordsmen.

“Whether it matters or not—”

Krein snorted, motioning for Foreson to come at them.

“We won’t know until we see it through to the end!”

“Very well. Let me show you your end.”

Foreson's demonic energy erupted as the Light Wind Palace swordsmen’s blades flashed, marking the beginning of a war of attrition between the two sides.

*   *   *

“Hmm….”

Foreson frowned as he watched the Light Wind Palace swordsmen desperately protecting the orb.

‘This is taking longer than expected.’

He had assumed that ten minutes would be enough to subdue them, yet these young warriors continued to support each other, blocking both the monsters' charges and his spell.

Their willpower, stamina, and battle experience far exceeded their raw strength.

‘Is the energy contained within the orb growing stronger?’

The artifact they were protecting held the power to erase Montiro’s barrier.

It seemed that the barrier wouldn't last much longer.

‘I have no choice.’

If Montiro’s barrier collapsed, too much would fall apart. Even if he had to act personally, he had to destroy that orb.

Thunk!

Foreson shook his head and struck his staff against the ground. The demonic energy swirling around him thickened, spreading a pitch-black darkness that swallowed everything, rendering the surroundings completely blind.

“Focus! As long as we hold out, we win!”

Krein shouted, rallying the swordsmen, warning them not to break formation under any circumstances.

“Ugh….”

Meanwhile, Dorian trembled, not just in his hands but even in his legs, clearly feeling fear within the darkness.

‘At this rate, this won’t be difficult at all.’

Foreson licked his lips as he observed the trembling Light Wind Palace swordsmen.

‘It’s impossible for these guys to kill me anyway.’

Inside the pitch-black barrier, there was only one weakness on his entire body.

No, far from being able to pierce his weakness, they won't even be able to find him in this darkness, so breaking that orb will be a piece of cake.

‘Hmph.’

Foreson scoffed, glancing at the green-haired swordsman with puffy cheeks.

‘The strongest one is trembling like that? This fight is already over.’

His skill in blocking his demonic energy was decent, but he was too frightened and his reactions were constantly slow.

He had never seen someone so pathetic before.

Ssssssshh!

Slipping through the darkness, Forreson moved behind the statue, unnoticed.

As the Light Wind Palace swordsmen continued to cut down the shadow creatures, he took advantage of the opening and reached for the silver orb buried in the ground.

Fwip!

Just as he was about to shatter it, confident in his success—

Schliiik!

A blade radiating blue light pierced his flesh.

‘It’s amazing that you noticed me, but you can’t cut me with that… Keoheok!’

Foreson coughed up black blood, revealing his true form. He groaned hoarsely as he looked at the sword that had pierced his left thigh above his knee.

“What is this….”

In this state, the only weak point in his body was precisely that spot—his left thigh, just above the knee.

Like the dragon’s reverse scale, a tiny weak point that should have been impossible to find.

“B-Because I was waiting for you.”

The green-haired swordsman, the strongest among the Light Wind Palace swordsmen yet the most fearful, shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

“Y-You… You were acting… from the beginning?”

Foreson’s eyes widened in shock as he realized he had fallen for Dorian’s act.

A moment later, his body was swallowed by the black demonic energy, a fountain of crimson blood bursting forth.

Whoooosh!

The moment Foreson died, the shadow creatures lost their strength, dissolving into black mist and vanishing.

“Haaah….”

Dorian let out a deep breath, collapsing onto the ground.

“Hey! What the hell did you just do?!”

Krein rushed over, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Dorian!”

“Did you seriously kill that old geezer?”

“What the hell just happened?!”

The other Light Wind Palace swordsmen shouted in shock as they ran toward Dorian.

“I, I read him….”

Dorian shook his head, taking a long breath.

"Just like we were struggling to hold out, that guy was getting anxious too."

It seemed that enduring Raon’s hellish training had paid off. Foreson had grown flustered when he realized they weren’t wearing down, prompting him to step in personally.

The moment Dorian realized that, he pushed his mind’s eye to its absolute limit, reading Foreson’s intentions.

Since Foreson had vanished into the darkness, there was only one logical place for him to reappear, right in front of the orb.

By analyzing his movements, Dorian didn’t aim for the obvious weak points like the neck, head, or heart, but instead, the one place Foreson instinctively protected—just above the left knee.

"So, you really were faking it?"

"Faking? My ass…."

Dorian shook his head sharply, his tone cold.

"I was scared to death! Look! I’m still shaking!"

He pointed at his still-quivering hands and legs.

“Then how…?”

"Because I saw Rensia."

Dorian clenched his trembling fists.

“If I couldn’t move even after seeing that child, I’d have no right to wield a sword.”

He nodded, as if that alone had been enough to push him forward.

“Oh! Dorian, you’re looking pretty damn cool right now.”

Krein grinned, slapping his shoulder firmly.

"Honestly, I think being a swordsman suits you more than being a merchant."

“I was always a swordsman.”

“Huh? Weren’t you a supply officer?”

“I feel good, but I also feel insulted….”

*   *   *

Cheeeeeeeek!

Runaan and Martha rolled across the ground as they were pushed back.

“What the hell?! Did those bastards get even stronger?”

Martha gritted her teeth in frustration.

“Yeah….”

Runaan gave a small nod, her gaze fixed on the demonic energy flickering at the tip of her sword.

“They definitely got stronger….”

Just as they gained a small realization and prepared to break through the wall, Kalop and Felix unleashed an even stronger surge of demonic energy, crushing them under sheer force.

It was clear, what they had shown so far wasn’t their full strength.

“That was quite dangerous this time.”

Kalop glanced at the wound on his chest left by Runaan’s attack and smacked his lips.

“I agree. I wasn’t careless, yet I almost got hit.”

Felix narrowed his eyes as he examined the sword mark on his spear shaft.

“They’re stronger than we expected. But what we really need to watch out for is their combat experience. It wouldn’t be surprising if they grew even stronger during the fight.”

His eyes grew cold and calculating.

“We should end this as quickly as possible.”

“Agreed. I’ll do the same.”

Felix lowered his stance, tightening his grip on his spear, aiming it directly at Rensia.

“So be it….”

Kalop nodded in agreement.

“Watch yourself.”

Martha clicked her tongue and took a step back.

“Looks like the real fight starts now.”

“I know….”

Runaan nodded calmly, as frost flowers bloomed around the fountain.

“Since that’s what you want, I’ll become the villain you fear.”

Kalop engulfed his entire body in demonic energy and pierced through the frost, dashing toward Rensia from the right.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he swung his greatsword down, aiming directly at her head.

Sssshiiiing!

At the same time, Felix stepped forward from the left, his spear flickering with demonic energy as he twisted his spear shaft, preparing to strike.

His target was the same as Kalop’s—Rensia.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Martha and Runaan rushed forward, hurriedly intercepting Kalop’s sword and Felix’s spear.
Their eyes began to tremble violently, as if struck by a crashing wave.

Rumble!

Kalop and Felix showed no intention of diverting their weapons away from Rensia. Instead, they unleashed an even heavier wave of demonic energy, increasing their pressure.

"Tch! You scum really have no shame! You're actually targeting a kid?!"

Martha gritted her teeth, her anger boiling over as she forced Felix’s spear away.

"It reeks of filth…."

Runaan wrinkled her nose as she raised a wall of frost to block Kalop’s demonic energy.

“You may have figured out how to block demonic energy to some extent, but you won’t be able to protect everything.”

Felix pressed his spear, now blazing with black demonic energy, against Martha’s shoulder and tilted his chin upward.

"Even if you two can endure it, those behind you won’t."

The energy he released wasn’t just aimed at Martha, it was as if he intended to consume the entire area.

"That’s right. As long as we kill Rensia and Raon Zieghart, this all ends."

Kalop, seemingly of the same mind, unleashed a relentless storm of sword strikes.

Kugugugugugu!

The demonic energy that Martha and Runaan failed to erase scattered around the fountain, igniting black flames across the ground.

“Ugh….”

“It won’t go out!”

“Damn it!”

The Light Wind Palace swordsmen tried to help, but the difference in strength was too great, they couldn’t even get close.

“Uuugh….”

Rensia's entire body shook violently, as if she were about to collapse under the demonic energy spreading around her.

It wasn’t just ordinary pain, something far worse.

Blackened blood trickled from her lips.

“Rensia!”

Martha let out a piercing scream as she saw the dark blood staining Rensia’s lips.

But she couldn’t get to her, holding back Felix’s spear alone was already overwhelming.

“Ugh….”

Runaan, too, desperately tried to erase the demonic energy, but Kalop’s relentless interference made it impossible to move freely.

"I had my suspicions, but now I’m certain."

Felix licked his lips, his gaze shifting to Raon, who had remained completely still.

"You won’t be able to take a single step from that spot."

"I already said this, but I just don’t get it."

Kalop let out a mocking laugh, his voice filled with disdain.

"How could a Transcender trust his life to such worthless insects?"

He sneered, as if Raon’s decision was so foolish it was laughable.

"Are you dense? You’re making me repeat myself."

Raon shook his head calmly.

"I trust them because they are worth trusting."

"Will that trust still hold when you and Rensia are lying dead?"

Kalop licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as if he were eager to see Raon’s dying expression.

"I trust no one but myself. And because of that…."

Raon gazed at Martha and Runaan’s backs, a faint smile forming on his lips.

"I trust myself—the one who has watched over them."

He had no intention of moving, instead squeezing Rensia’s trembling hand even tighter.

"Me too…."

Rensia slowly forced her eyes open.

"I trust my sisters."

Despite the excruciating pain causing veins to protrude beneath her skin, she smiled brightly.

The situation was grim, yet her smile was so pure that it seemed to brighten even this world tainted by demonic energy.

Drip.

At the sight of Rensia’s smile, Martha and Runaan’s eyes trembled—memories of their childhood flashing before them.

A young girl crying out for her mother in a village filled with corpses.

Another trapped in her older brother’s grasp, unable to even glimpse the outside world.

Martha and Runaan, both carrying the scars of their pasts, saw Rensia standing before them, wearing a small blue backpack. The girl smiled warmly, reaching out her hands toward them.

Martha and Runaan reached out their burned and blood-soaked hands towards Rensia's brightly shining hand.

As the hands of the three children joined together, the burning village disappeared, and the door of the cage made of blood opened.

Jjeoeoeoeoeong!

Titan's astral energy spiraled diagonally from Martha’s fingertips, crushing the demonic energy suffusing the air.

Whoooosh!

Meanwhile, frost bloomed atop Runaan’s beloved sword, Snow Flower Sword, forming a chandelier-like shape that froze every shred of demonic energy rushing toward them.

“No way….”

“What the hell?!”

Kalop and Felix’s eyes widened in shock, unable to believe that Martha and Runaan were moments away from breaking through the wall at the same time.

"End this now! Pour out everything before their astral spheres fully form!"

Felix, so desperate that he broke his usual composed speech, unleashed a surge of explosive demonic energy.

“I know!”

Kalop clenched his teeth, igniting a storm of demonic flames, hurling it toward Runaan.

“Runaan.”

"Yeah."

Martha and Runaan didn’t even glance at Kalop and Felix.

Standing firmly in front of Raon and Rensia, they lowered their swords toward each other.

Zzzzzzzt!

The two swords, from which the energy of frost and earth bloomed, collided, emitting a clear blue light.

Huuuuuuk!

The black demonic energy engulfing the world melted away like snow in spring, helplessly dissolving against the pure, natural energy of frost and earth.

 

 

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