The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1002

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Chapter 1002

Boom!

Larian deflected the wave of darkness that Tacheon unleashed, her eyes narrowing with intensity.

‘His power has definitely increased.’

Until now, I could easily parry Tacheon’s magic with five daggers, but ever since those wings sprouted from him, even gathering seven daggers made defense difficult.

‘Still, it’s as I anticipated.’

I had foreseen Tacheon’s transformation from the beginning. If the battle continued like this, I was certain of victory.

Clang!

Larian manipulated eight daggers simultaneously with the mana at her fingertips, targeting Tacheon’s vital points.

Whoosh!

Yet despite being infused with dense mana, the daggers could not pierce Tacheon and remained blocked by the luminous barrier he had erected, unable to advance further.

“Is it because they’re daggers?”

Tacheon flicked his finger, striking the blade of a dagger.

“Your power seems weak.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

As Larian twisted her wrist, the daggers spiraled in rotation, piercing through the luminous barrier that Tacheon had created.

“What?”

Tacheon gasped as he tried to unleash darkness, but the daggers had already detonated the mana contained within their blades.

Boom!

The spells stored within the short sword erupted in rapid succession, and Tacheon and the space surrounding him burst forth as violently as though they were vanishing from this Continent itself.

Screeeeeech!

The black smoke that had soared to the heavens was pushed back, and Tacheon’s form became visible. His right upper body and left lower body were drenched in crimson blood.

“Certainly spicy, I must say.”

Tacheon laughed as he looked at his right shoulder where flesh had been torn away and his left thigh. The wounds were severe enough to make continued combat difficult, but as he flicked his hand, the injuries vanished as though time itself had reversed.

“Of course, not spicy enough to burn my insides.”

Tacheon merely shrugged, saying it was only hot enough to singe his mouth.

“Then I’ll just have to hit you until your insides burn.”

Larian’s gaze turned cold as she levitated nine short swords before her chest. The moment the blades of the swords touched one another and the same blue light connected them, a brilliant radiance erupted from their center and shot toward Tacheon.

Kuwaaaaang!

Tacheon unfurled a veil of light and darkness to block the flash of brilliance that Larian had unleashed.

Kugugugugu!

Since neither force yielded even an inch to the other, cracks spread across both sky and earth.

‘If I keep pushing like this….’

It was the moment when Larian moved the remaining short sword to target Tacheon’s back.

Paaaaaah!

She felt an alien energy surge from beneath her feet.

‘Hm?’

Larian rolled only her eyes downward to look below.

‘So I’m dead after all….’

Merlin’s breath had ceased, and Raon stood frozen like a statue, shock written across his features.

‘Then that aura I felt just moments ago… No, wait!’

Larian’s eyes widened as she examined Raon, who held Merlin in his arms.

‘I cannot sense Raon’s soul.’

Emptiness bloomed from Raon’s body. At this moment, no soul existed within that form.

‘He’s not dead, but what in the world has happened….’

Judging by the vitality still clinging to Raon’s body, death was absolutely not the case.
A soul vanishing in an instant while treating a patient—it was something unheard of, unseen. The absurdity of it made her heart sink into her chest.

‘This cannot be discovered.’

Larian bit her lip as she watched Tacheon pierce through the dagger’s mana and stride forward.

‘That monster will target Raon even while fighting me.’

Tacheon was a vile creature capable of anything in pursuit of victory.

Merlin was dead, Raon’s soul had departed, and his subordinates lacked the strength to even block Tacheon’s strike.

‘I must prevent him from noticing.’

Larian flicked her pale yellow dagger roughly, ensuring Tacheon’s gaze remained fixed solely upon her.

“This one might hurt a bit.”

As the dagger wreathed in dense lightning surged through the air toward the back of Tacheon’s head, a damp black mist materialized.

Screeeech!

The lightning Unit’s short sword couldn’t pierce Tacheon because of the black fog, and only scattered intense lightning into the empty air.

Tsk.

Larian clicked her tongue and retrieved the yellow short sword back into her hand.

“Did you summon a subordinate?”

She let out a scoff and gazed at the Black Robed Man floating behind Tacheon. The black mist that had blocked her short sword wasn’t Tacheon’s ability—it was the other man’s power.

‘A Transcendent, then…’

Not a high-tier Transcendent, but judging by how he’d stopped her short sword, he was certainly a mage who had crossed beyond transcendence.

Ssssshhhhh.

The man in the black robe slowly turned his body to face her.

‘A skeleton?’

Larian’s eyes narrowed deeply.

‘Has he already obtained a new Phantom Soul Ghost?’

She believed the Phantom Soul Ghost had been killed by Raon and Merlin down below. No matter how powerful a Lich’s mask was, it made no sense for it to resurrect again.

‘No…’

That’s not a Lich.

Looking more carefully, the mask the Black Robed Man wore had extraordinarily large eye sockets and mouth openings. It resembled a specter far more than a skeleton.

‘Now I understand.’

A Wraith.

Wraiths were a type of undead monster that drifted through empty space, absorbing people’s souls and mana like gnats. Most of the malevolent spirits commonly called ghosts were actually Wraiths.

Ssssshhhhhhh!

The man wearing the Wraith’s mask opened a dim dimension and pulled out a massive scythe that gleamed with pitch-black light from within. The sight was reminiscent of the Grim Reaper of Hell, said to sever souls.

‘This is no ordinary foe.’

His transcendent power was formidable, but the aura emanating from that scythe was far from normal. This was a dangerous opponent.

‘The greater problem, however….’

He wasn’t alone.

What Tacheon had summoned was not merely the masked specter of that race. Eden’s executives were converging beneath his feet.

‘This is dangerous….’

I could withstand anyone, but Raon below could not. With his soul departed, he was so vulnerable that even a child could kill him.

‘It’s not my preference, but I need to draw their attention.’

Larian exhaled a short breath and tilted her chin.

“When did you summon those rabble?”

She raised her dagger, pointing it at the specter wearing the mask of that race and the other Eden executives.

“I did not summon them.”

Tacheon shook his head calmly.

“Since you’ve discovered our location, shouldn’t we withdraw before the damage grows?”

He let out a thin laugh, as if saying they had no choice but to come here.

“Of course, we’re not leaving the Unit because of you or Chamber.”

Tacheon shrugged, saying he was withdrawing because of Glen Zigheart.

‘Did he not notice?’

Larian was relieved that she had drawn Tacheon’s attention and simultaneously raised ten daggers into the air.

“Hyung-ak Demon, Samu Demon, Cham-ma Demon. You all….”

Tacheon raised his slender, elongated fingers, pointing them at Raon and Merlin.

“Kill them.”

He issued orders to the Master and Grand Master-level executives of Eden to eliminate Raon.

Kuguguguugu!

The executives of Eden Ghosts, receiving Tacheon’s command, exhaled a chilling aura as they kicked off the ground and charged toward Raon.

‘Damn it!’

Larian bit her lip deeply as she watched Tacheon laugh coldly.

‘That bastard knew from the beginning!’

Tacheon had known Raon’s condition from the start, yet he had deliberately lulled her into complacency before ordering his subordinates to attack. A vicious man indeed.

“Come as many as you wish!”

Mark Goeten stood before Raon and Merlin, gripping a sword with both hands. Though his hands trembled from exhausting both his aura and stamina, he did not retreat a single step.

Tsk.

Larian clicked her tongue sharply and hurled four daggers downward.

Kuwaaaaaang!

The four daggers embedded themselves in the four cardinal directions, establishing a protective magic circle that shielded Raon, Merlin, and Mark Goeten.

Kuwaaaaaang!

The Grand Master Hyung-ak Demon brought down a colossal hammer, yet the protective barrier created by Larian’s daggers did not crack in the slightest.

Kyagyagyagyagyaang!

The other Eden Ghosts unleashed their auras, incantations, and magic, but Larian’s protective barrier remained as immovable as an iron wall, perfectly shielding those within.

Paaaaaang!

As Larian released a breath of relief, Tacheon’s light magic exploded before her eyes.

Crrrraaaaaash!

She blocked the radiant assault with the six remaining daggers, but the overwhelming speed tore away a strip of flesh from her left shoulder.

“Six blades? Will that be enough?”

Tacheon laughed thinly, remarking that she had slowed down. As he brought his fingers together, colossal spheres of light and darkness erupted from heaven and earth, bearing down upon her with crushing force.

“These daggers are merely tools, after all.”

Larian scoffed and threaded the six daggers between her fingers. She channeled her heart’s mana through them, tearing asunder the spheres of light and darkness that Tacheon had conjured.

“Tch….”

Larian’s brow furrowed as she watched her trembling fingers.

‘This is far from simple.’

Pouring mana and mental fortitude into the four daggers protecting Raon left her increasingly strained against Tacheon’s relentless onslaught.

‘Yet there is no choice.’

Now was the time to seize an opening.

She had not yet drawn all her weapons. She would focus on defense, and the moment Tacheon revealed a flaw, she would strike once—fatally.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Unlike her, Tacheon seemed eager to end this swiftly, unleashing a barrage of spells wreathed in light and darkness. Yet as befitted a supreme transcendent, he revealed no openings even as he attacked relentlessly.

Crunch crunch crunch crunch!

Larian exhaled a heavy breath as the encroaching wave of darkness bore down upon her.

‘This is no time to think of counterattacks.’

Sensing the power woven into that darkness, she knew she would need to commit her full strength to withstand it without injury.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

It was the moment when Larian unleashed the mana dwelling within her six daggers to block Tacheon’s assault.

Kyaaaaaang!

The mana barrier shattered abruptly, and her left flank was carved deeply by darkness.

“This is….”

Larian grasped the wound on her flank where black blood streamed down, her eyes narrowing.

“That’s not your handiwork.”

She gnashed her teeth, her gaze fixed not on Tacheon, but on the man wearing a Lace mask hidden behind him.

“That is correct.”

Tacheon nodded calmly.

“The mask this person wears possesses the power of Pelin, the Lace King. He is now called the Mana Devourer.”

He patted the shoulder of the Mana Devourer, who stood with his black scythe raised, as if to say he had discerned it well.

“The Mana Devourer….”

Larian bit her lip as she stared at the man wearing the Lace mask.

“Even if he is the Lace King, he shouldn’t be able to absorb magic, should he?”

The Lace could absorb mana and souls, but not magic. She had been cautious, yet she couldn’t fathom how he had shattered her spell.

“It’s because of that scythe.”

Tacheon gestured with his chin toward the black scythe the Mana Devourer wielded.

“That scythe possesses the power to break incantations. When the Lace who absorbs mana meets a scythe that shatters spells, magic cannot help but crumble.”

He nodded as though it were only natural.

“For you in your current state, he is no different from a natural predator. Rather, he will become the natural predator of all mages.”

Tacheon drew a thin smile as if asking whether this wasn’t entertaining.

“You certainly do ramble on.”
“There’s no risk of information leaking this way.”

He seemed convinced that both he and Raon would die in this place.

“Ha, and the head of Eden has to fight two-on-one?”

Larian staunched the wound at her waist while snorting derisively.

“Of course. I don’t particularly care for notions of fairness. If I win, isn’t that enough?”

Tacheon nodded, showing no shame in borrowing the Mana Devourer’s power—only pride.

“Yes. That’s Tacheon for you.”

Larian’s lips curled into a sneer as she clenched her teeth.

“Come at me both at once. I’ll block whatever you throw.”

She lifted six daggers into the air and drew a deep breath.

Clang clang clang clang!

The six daggers struck against one another, condensing vast mana before her chest.

Roooaaahhh!

The radiant beam Larian unleashed by compressing the mana of six daggers pushed back Tacheon’s light and darkness, pouring directly toward his chest.

Boom!

But as the Mana Devourer swung its black scythe, her mana was swept away as though erased.
The Mana Devourer’s trait of absorbing mana and the scythe’s power to destroy incantations were truly the natural enemy of any mage.

Gugh!

Meanwhile, Tacheon’s power shattered her defense and pierced through her thigh.

‘My concentration is slipping.’

Battling Tacheon and the Mana Devourer was already grueling, but protecting those below was equally problematic.

The mana barrier shielding Raon and Mark Goeten remained intact, yet the relentless barrage drained it at an alarming rate, leaving my head spinning with vertigo.

Gahhhhh!

My concentration shattered. I failed to evade the brilliant white flash Tacheon unleashed, and it pierced through my right chest.

“Ugh….”

I touched the bleeding wound and bit my lip.

‘This is dangerous.’

Unlike injuries to the waist or thigh, a chest wound could mean instant death. The situation was truly becoming critical.

‘I’m the one growing desperate.’

Unavoidably, in this predicament, it wasn’t Tacheon who felt the pressure—it was me.

‘I may have to resort to it after all.’

I was about to draw mana from my heart to unleash the hidden technique Larian had concealed.

Uuuuuuuung!

From Merlin’s motionless body, a warm yet magnificent crimson light blazed forth.

Kwaaaaaaa!

Her stilled heart pounded like a war drum echoing across mountains, and the vitality that had drained away surged back like the heat of a volcano.

‘Resurrection?’

No, such a thing doesn’t exist in this world.

Yet the impossible phenomenon unfolded before my eyes.

Whoooooosh!

Merlin’s shattered mana circles reconnected of their own accord, weaving together into an entirely new ring that set her heart ablaze. The tenth circle. The realm of transcendence.

“What in the….”

Even Tacheon stood with his mouth agape, his eyes fixed on Merlin and Raon.

Whoooooosh!

Within the mysterious light and warmth that had even stilled the clash of transcendents, Raon and Merlin opened their eyes simultaneously.

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Crack.

Evelyn rose naturally to her feet and removed the fractured Old Woman’s mask with her own hands.

Whoosh!

Beneath the mask appeared a beauty whose violet eyes seemed to outshine even the word “peerless”—eyes that held both allure and purity in their gaze as she offered a gentle smile.

“How does your body feel?”

Raon extended his hand toward Evelyn, whose eyes were closed as if perceiving this new world.

“Perfect.”

Evelyn felt the pulse of her heart, radiant with ten circles, and slowly lifted her eyelids.

“It’s all thanks to you.”

She simply expressed her gratitude and took Raon’s hand, rising to her feet.

“You survived? From within that death?”

Tacheon, too, seemed unprepared for this turn of events, his golden eyes widening in shock.

“It’s been a while.”

Evelyn looked up at Tacheon, her lips curling into a long, deliberate smile.

“Tacheon. Or rather, should I call you Sage?”

She tilted her chin mockingly at him.

“…So you’ve recovered your memories.”

Tacheon’s eyes narrowed deeply as he sensed the change in Merlin.

“Yes. Thanks to Raon.”

Evelyn gazed at Raon with warm, affectionate eyes.

“I found my name again, and I was able to see my mother once more.”

She nodded, as though those moments had been utterly precious beyond measure.

“It changes nothing. Even if you’ve ascended to transcendence, the outcome of this battle remains the same.”

It was the moment Tacheon cried out that nothing would change, gathering light and Darkness into his grasp.

Boom!

The flow of mana twisted violently, and the light and Darkness converging in his hands exploded outward of their own accord.

“Ugh!”

Tacheon’s eyes widened as he stared at his torn and mangled hands.

“How can nothing change?”

Evelyn’s lips curled upward as she watched Tacheon’s shock.

“You got beaten by me five hundred years ago.”

She flicked her finger with a scornful smile playing at her lips.

“I’ll make you kneel at my feet once more.”

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