The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1071

 Chapter 1071

 

That damned god doesn’t even listen to his own believer! Did he croak or what?

Wrath glared at the message as if his anger still hadn’t subsided, pouring out curses at the demon god.

‘That’s going too far….’

I won’t actually get struck down by divine punishment, right?

Raon shook his head and checked the message that floated before his eyes.

[You have accomplished a great feat that will be remembered in history.]

[All stats increase by 100 points.]

The first thing that appeared was, of course, the stat increase message..

‘Stat growth doesn’t hold much meaning anymore.’

At present, my physical abilities are at the highest level even among Transcenders.

It wouldn’t be strange to say that I’ve gone beyond human limits, standing on the level of celestials or demons, so stat increases no longer had much appeal.

‘But if it’s 100 points at once, that’s different.’

When stats rise by 100 points in a single leap, even a body that has reached its limits like mine feels a clear change.

Goooooo!

A thrill, like back in my trainee days when I stripped and devoured Wrath, swept down my entire body, the ecstasy of my body growing stronger.

He feeds you and you still bitch about it!

Wrath furrowed his brows as if displeased.

Right now you’re caught in an ambiguous zone, but once you break past it, you’ll step into a whole new world.

He shook his head, saying the body’s limits had not yet come.

Don’t train to have your mind control your body, train so your body controls itself.

Wrath jabbed a finger into Raon’s forehead, telling him not to neglect physical training and stat growth.

‘So that means you’re going to keep handing me stat points until then, right?’

Raon smiled and tilted his head slightly.

‘Thanks. You really are a tree that gives without holding back.’

Wha? Wha—what….

Wrath blinked blankly, then suddenly leapt up.

Absolutely not! He’ll never give you more again!

He wildly waved his hands, telling Raon not to spout nonsense.

‘You’re entertaining as always.’

Raon chuckled and checked the next message.

[A new trait <Blood Control> has been created.]

The second thing that caught his eye was a new trait.

‘What’s this?’

Filled with anticipation, he looked into the details of the new trait.

<Blood Control>

When injured, reduces the amount of bleeding and accelerates blood production.

After checking the details, Raon snapped his fingers.

‘This isn’t bad.’

With this trait, even if I took serious wounds in battle, I’d be able to reduce blood loss and keep fighting longer. It was a trait that fit me perfectly.

Urgh….

Wrath’s eyes twitched violently as he stared at <Blood Control>. He just seemed to hate everything about it.

[The rank of the trait <Iron Will> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Adaptation to Ghastly Energy> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait < Array Analysis> has increased by two ranks.]

[The rank of the trait <Snowflower’s Veil> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Snow Flower Attraction> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Snow Flower repulsion > has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Wrath Release> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Blood Path> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Ascara’s Combative Energy> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Celestial Slayer> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Flying Spirit> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Crisis Detection> has increased.]

Wh-what, why are there so many!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, saying just looking at the trait rank-ups was enough to make his neck ache.

‘It is a lot, even to me.’

The battles had been long, every situation urgent and dangerous, so it made sense that many traits had risen in rank.

But the most important part hadn’t appeared yet.

[You have received the sincere gratitude of the vengeful spirits.]

[The trait <Heart Sword (Spirit)> evolves into the trait <Heart Sword>.]

The spirits of the Blade of Requiem left behind a tremendous gift as they departed from this world.

Now I can manifest the Heart Sword without the Blade of Requiem’s help.

‘Of course, I’ll still need to train more.’

Since the Heart Sword’s rank had dropped back to 1-star, its power had weakened, and controlling it wouldn’t be easy.

But it was a path I had already walked once, so returning wouldn’t be too difficult.

A good mindset.

Wrath suddenly struck a pompous pose and lifted his chin.

A king should not dwell on what is lost, but on how to develop what he has now!

He tapped Raon on the shoulder, telling him to keep that in mind.

‘Yeah….’

In the past, I would have brushed it off by saying, ‘But I’m not a king,’ but it seemed my personality and way of thinking had also changed a lot.

‘Lastly.’

Again? There’s more?

Wrath flopped like a freshly caught fish, saying he was about to go insane.

‘This is the last one.’

[A new title <One Who Cuts Souls> has been created.]

‘One Who Cuts Souls?’

From the name, it looked like a title I obtained by killing the White Blood Religion’s leader with the Heart Sword.

But since I had only unleashed the Heart Sword, and the rest was done by Rimmer and the vengeful spirits, receiving this title felt a little uncomfortable.

What nonsense are you spouting now!

Wrath wrinkled the bridge of his nose deeply.

If that’s how you’re gonna think, then cough up everything you’ve gobbled down till now, you bastard!

He growled that up until now, not a single reward had been fair.

‘That’s true.’

Raon gave a faint smile and nodded. Wrath seemed to be trying, in his own way, to encourage him.

Encouraged by his words, he checked the details of the title.

<One Who Cuts Souls>

A title given to a swordsman who cuts the enemy’s soul with the sword of the heart. The power and speed of the sword forged by the heart increase slightly.

“Gasp!”

The moment Raon read the title’s description, he let out an exclamation.

‘This is no joke.’

The Heart Sword is a martial art that decides victory in a single fleeting instant—decisive yet beautiful.

Even a slight increase in its power and speed meant being able to kill those who couldn’t be killed before. It was an incredible reward.

Considering my growth, this title might be the greatest reward I gained today.

Wh-why the hell are you giving this!

As soon as Wrath read the title’s details, he screamed.

To make something like this, the King of Essence has to pour out his power like crazy!

He cursed at the system, saying it had gone mad.

‘You were encouraging me just a moment ago, and now you’ve already changed your mind?’

Encouraging? En…en— encooouuuuuraging? When did the King of Essence ever encourage you!

Wrath scowled, saying he never had such a thought in the slightest.

‘Ha….’

Raon let out an empty breaths.

‘So you were being serious then?’

It seemed Wrath hadn’t encouraged me, but that he had genuinely mocked me. My fondness for the bastard suddenly cooled.

“Ehh….”

Raon let out a sigh with his eyes closed.

Tak.

The door to his room opened, and Evelyn entered, wearing a neatly pressed maid uniform.

“Ah….”

Raon frowned slightly at the sight of Evelyn.

‘Of all people, it had to be Evelyn?’

I had wanted to go over the reward messages again and plan out my growth, but with Evelyn here, things were bound to get noisy.

“You’ve woken up.”

But unlike I expected, Evelyn didn’t raise her voice. She quietly stepped into the room and closed the door.

“Huh?”

I leaned back as Evelyn looked at me with a chilling smile.

“Why are you closing the….”

“Because I wanted to monopolize your time now that you’ve just woken up.”

Her beautiful smile looked to me like a cold, sneering smirk.

That madwoman….

Wrath trembled his tail without even being able to look at Evelyn.

She came every damn day and just stared at you for twelve hours straight! He was scared shitless, thought he was gonna drop dead!

He let out a ragged breath, saying Evelyn’s obsession was worse than Lust’s.

‘Ah….’

The moment I heard Wrath’s words, I felt a chill crawl down my spine.

Come to think of it, when I fainted at the White Blood Religion, I had also heard Evelyn’s happy voice.

“Uh, Mom! Dad!”

Like I had gone back to childhood, I called my mother and father mom and dad, but the two of them did not appear.

“I cast a spell to erase sound.”

Evelyn placed one leg on the bed, saying we should spend a happy time together, just the two of us.

“Uh… ah!”

As I backed away on the bed, I let out a sound of surprise. A good idea to stop Evelyn had come to me.

“C-come to think of it, what happened after I fainted? Darkan? And the head of house?”

To divert Evelyn’s attention, I asked about what had happened after I lost consciousness.

“Mm….”

Evelyn stopped in place without answering, furrowing her brow.

“That’s something I can’t tell you.”

“Huh? Why?”

Raon’s eyes widened.

“Your grandfather said he would tell you himself. He told you to come to the audience chamber once you woke up.”

Evelyn let out a regretful sigh, saying Glenn’s words could not be disobeyed.

Oh, right. There was another obsessive maniac in this house….

Wrath suddenly remembered and drew in a rough breath.

That old fool obsessed with his grandson! During the twelve hours when this madwoman wasn’t here, that old man was!

*   *   *

Whoosh!

After the brutal war ended, silence settled over the White Blood Religion’s headquarters.

From the land where white blood had melted away, a red haze rose up.

[…Kill.]

Around the haze, the chilling voice of a young woman spread. A voice thick with murderous intent, filled with hatred.

[I’ll kill every last one of you!]

It was the White Blood Religion’s leader’s voice. At the moment her soul was destroyed, the remnant will she had left behind crawled up from the ground with a will of its own.

[After I regain strength, I’ll destroy Raon Zieghart and Martha Zieghart. No… I’ll wipe out Zieghart itself. Derus Robert! You too will share the same fate!]

The White Blood Religion leader’s remnant will revealed a deep and heavy malice, as though she wished not only to destroy Zieghart, but the entire world itself.

Whooosh!

The White Blood Religion leader’s remnant will transformed its red haze-like body into the form of a bat and soared into the sky.

[I am of a noble race that can never die….]

As she spread her wings and entered the forest beside the harbor village—

Thud!

A white current surged up from beneath the trees and pierced through her body.

[Kyaaaahhh!]

The White Blood Religion leader’s remnant will let out a scream as it plummeted to the ground.

[Ughhh….]

As her whole body trembled, she lifted her eyes, there, a man with white hair flowing down to his waist stepped out from beneath the tree.

[Yo- you!]

“As I expected, you appeared.”

Lawrence. The man who had hidden within the Holy Sword Alliance, waiting only for the White Blood Religion’s leader, jerked his chin.

“Your will to cling to life is more persistent than anyone else’s.”

He gave a cold laugh, as if he had foreseen the appearance of the White Blood Religion leader’s remnant will.

“But I didn’t expect only a remnant will to remain, not even a soul fragment. Seems Raon’s Heart Sword hit its mark.”

Lawrence clicked his tongue slightly, as if in regret.

[H-how are you here….]

“Because it’s me, of course I came. I know you better than anyone else.”

He shook his head with a cold smile.

“Ah, but since you’re only a remnant will, maybe you can’t understand?”

With a sneer, Lawrence seized the bat-shaped form of the White Blood Religion leader’s remnant will in his grasp.

“If you were to drink in the malice and blood of humans in this state and grow, a new soul would be formed. But that won’t be happening.”

With a smile, he tore off the bat’s wings and set them aflame.

[Kyaaaahhh!]

The White Blood Religion leader’s remnant will screamed as though her true body were alive and being ripped apart.

[W-wait! Stop! I’ll— I’ll…]

The remnant will of the White Blood Religion leader struggled desperately, scattering a feeble bloody energy as though it were her very life, trying to survive at all costs.

“Shut up. Just disappear.”

When Lawrence brought down the white flames gathered in both hands, the White Blood Religion leader’s remnant will, along with its bat-shaped body, began to burn.

[Kuaaaak!]

“Denier Zieghart was right. You should never have existed in this world.”

As his bitter voice sank, the remnant will of the White Blood Religion’s leader, which had proven her existence until the very end, was completely erased.

“Ha….”

Lawrence closed his eyes as if he were feeling many emotions at once and let out a sigh so heavy it seemed the ground would sink.

“Truly, with this….”

Rector stepped out from behind Lawrence with a low groan.

“Can you really be satisfied?”

He narrowed his eyes, as if asking if Lawrence would really be alright.

“The real White Blood Religion’s leader was killed by Raon and Martha, and what you killed now was literally just a remnant will. Even if it had hidden away and grown stronger, it would have eventually become something different from the White Blood Religion’s leader.”

Rector furrowed his brows deeply, as though worried that Lawrence had not truly achieved his revenge.

“This is enough.”

Lawrence dusted off his hands, saying it was sufficient.

“Their story, and that sword’s, was deeper and heavier than mine. Just witnessing it was enough.”

He gave a faint smile, saying he had felt vicarious satisfaction watching Martha and Raon’s fight.

“And besides, we did join in the war too.”

Lawrence calmly nodded his chin, saying they had won thanks to their support from the shadows.

“Still….”

“We must think of what comes next. With Derus’ eyes spread everywhere, it was right that we didn’t reveal the Holy Sword Alliance here.”

He looked quietly at Rector, saying they needed to prepare for the future.

“That future is something I must take care of. It’s not for you to meddle in….”

“You meddled in my life, so it’s only fair I meddle in yours too.”

Lawrence snorted and walked past Rector, entering the cave deeper inside the forest.

Inside the cave, men who looked like celestials in white garments and assassins in black masks lay collapsed without even having been able to close their eyes.

“Get ready to throw these into the ocean.”

Until now there had been too many people to dispose of the corpses, but now that the warriors of the Five Kings had left, they could be tossed into the ocean.

“Alright. Understood.”

Although Rector said he understood, he once again turned his gaze back to the White Blood Religion’s headquarters. Looking at the land where Raon had fought to the very end, he drew a gentle smile.

“Well done. My grandson.”

*   *   *

‘Since it’s late now….’

Raon clicked his tongue lightly as he looked at the moonlight streaming in through the window.

‘It would be better to go once the sun rises.’

Glenn had told me to come immediately, but since it was dawn, it seemed wiser to head to the audience chamber after daybreak.

‘Now that I’ve sent Evelyn away, should I sleep again?’

Not all of his injuries had fully healed yet, so he was just about to close his eyes to go back to sleep.

Whooong!

From the lakeside came the sharp sound of a sword wind.

‘Sister?’

He felt Sia’s distinctive sword energy that he had taught her, and a smile naturally came to his lips.

‘She’s improved a lot.’

Just from the sound of the sword wind, I could tell how much Sia’s sword had progressed. A genius who also put in effort, of course she would improve.

‘Yes, keep going like that… hm?’

As he was about to close his eyes, using Sia’s sword wind like a lullaby, a man’s voice—one he found strangely familiar—came from the lakeside.

It wasn’t Edgar or Yulius, so he focused his hearing with aura.

“Like this?”

“Perfect! You’re overflowing with talent! Sirius—no, you’re almost at your little brother’s level!”

“Really?”

“I’m telling you, yes! Want to have a spar with me?”

Sia and the man spoke warmly, as if they were on friendly terms.

‘Spar? Just who is that?’

Unable to hold back any longer, he opened the window and went outside. As he approached the lake, he saw a tall man standing beside Sia, watching her swordsmanship.

‘His back looks familiar somehow… huh!’

As he looked at the man’s back, his mouth dropped wide open.

“D-Darkan!”

The back of Darkan’s head, which he had seen countless times during those beggar lessons, was right there next to Sia.

“Why are you here!”

“Oh! You’ve woken up!”

Darkan turned to look at him with a bright smile.

“Your sister’s sword is quite interesting! Mind if I spar with her?”

He waved at him like he was greeting an old friend.

“Of course not!”

Unable to hold it, Raon let out a sharp yell.

“You crazy bastard!”

 

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