The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1009

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Chapter 1009

Whoooooosh!

As the duel between the Heavenly Demon and Glen Zigheart came to an end, the blood-red aura that had pierced the sky slowly subsided like a curtain being drawn back from the stage.

‘Grandfather!’

I swallowed hard as I gazed at Glen standing beneath the black fissure.

‘Is he… unharmed?’

Glen remained standing in place, holding the Jincheon Sword upright.

Though he bore no visible wounds, his body was enveloped in a subtle yet mystical light, as if wrapped in celestial silk, and he appeared hazy—like a being standing at the boundary between reality and illusion.

‘Then what about the Heavenly Demon…?’

After confirming Glen’s safety, I turned my gaze toward the Heavenly Demon.

‘Blood?’

The Heavenly Demon spat out a clot of crimson blood from beyond his red dragon mask, bending at the waist.

“This…”

He gripped his knees with his hands, struggling to lift his head as if reeling from a tremendous blow.

“A soul-severing sword. It’s certainly as sharp as a blade that cuts through the very essence of existence.”

The Heavenly Demon smacked his lips with what seemed like satisfaction.

“Having been cut by such a blade, even Tacheon will have to accept that the pact is broken.”

He laughed thinly, noting that this was a sword that could even shatter the curse Tacheon would leave behind.

“What?”

I exhaled sharply as I watched the Heavenly Demon straighten his posture.

‘He didn’t die, and he didn’t flee?’

Unlike the other leaders of the Four Demons, the Heavenly Demon had endured the Heart Sword right there without running. It was astounding, even considering that Glen hadn’t fought with his full strength.

“A remarkable blade. Had you been serious, I would have been in danger.”

The Heavenly Demon spoke of feeling a dizzying sensation and nodded.

“But it seems it’s not an invincible technique that cannot be broken.”

He raised his fist, which had blood beading upon it.

“All I need do is forge a soul thicker than your blade.”

The Heavenly Demon spoke of being fortunate to have been cut now and laughed with bold confidence.

‘So that’s why…’

I bit my lip as I watched the Heavenly Demon stand there with such assurance.

‘Did he gain the power of Pride?’

To speak of being able to win despite his soul being twisted from a direct hit by the Heart Sword—I could now understand why Pride had granted this man his power.

“I’ll return those words exactly as you spoke them.”

Glen lowered the True Heaven Sword with elegant grace, not a single drop of blood dripping from it.

“I too need only sharpen my blade until I can sever your soul.”

He shook his head, saying that whenever they fought, he would be victorious.

“But you won’t be here by then, will you?”

The Heavenly Demon shrugged as if questioning whether I could truly accomplish such a thing.

“….”

Glen gazed at the Heavenly Demon without uttering a word.

“Of course, I harbor no such futile desires.”

The Heavenly Demon raised his chin high, his immense presence swelling with authority.

“Before you depart, I wish to settle this decisively. With our lives as the wager.”

He spat out the blood pooling in his mouth, carving a deep grimace across his face.

‘Before you depart….’

I listened to the Heavenly Demon’s words while observing Grandfather.

‘Grandfather.’

The light that had obscured Glen had vanished, yet he still appeared to stand within a shroud of mist.

“Your objective is not me, is it?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he regarded the Heavenly Demon.

“Indeed, my aspirations lie elsewhere. However….”

The Heavenly Demon met Glen’s frigid gaze.

“I cannot advance forward with an existence like you at my back.”

He shook his head, as if breaking Glen came first.

“A place for us to clash shall be created soon. We shall meet again on that day.”

The Heavenly Demon spoke of meeting on another battlefield, then lowered his hand.

“Soon?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed to slits as he regarded the Heavenly Demon.

“When the time comes, you shall understand naturally. If you wish not to be swept away, prepare yourself thoroughly. Especially….”

The Heavenly Demon turned his gaze, looking past Glen toward what lay behind him.

“I hope you raise that child well. He’s a warrior whose future shines brighter than his present.”

He directed his attention not to Larian, but to me, nodding with evident interest.

“You’re certainly your grandfather’s grandson. Your appearance, that sword of yours—they’re identical.”

The Heavenly Demon chuckled, remarking that I resembled Glen even more than what met the eye.

“Hmm….”

Glen’s furrowed brow softened as he listened to the Heavenly Demon’s words.

“Then.”

As the Heavenly Demon raised his hand in a final farewell, he and the Eden Ghosts that followed him vanished as though they had never existed from the beginning.

Had it not been for the fractured sky and the deeply scarred earth, I would have thought it all an illusion.

Shhk.

Glen wiped the dust from his True Celestial Sword and sheathed it. With the Heavenly Demon’s disappearance, the phenomenon that had rendered him blurred was no longer visible.

“Haah….”

I exhaled a breath tinged with blood, bowing my head.

‘Everything’s spinning.’

The moment the battle ended, the tension drained from me, and my vision began to blur white.

‘There’s so much I need to ask….’
-Just get some rest.

Wrath snorted and placed a cool hand on my forehead.

-You’ve earned it this time.

Upon hearing Wrath’s approving tone, I couldn’t resist the weight of my heavy eyelids.

I drifted into a deep slumber, bathed in Wrath’s warm gaze.

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“R-Raon!”

Evelyn reached out toward the collapsing Raon, but the distance was too great for her hand to reach him.

“Raon!”

Glen Zigheart stopped mid-motion of sheathing his sword and dashed toward Raon with swift footwork.

“He’s fine.”

Larian shook her head as she infused Raon’s body with highly concentrated mana.

“He simply lost consciousness from exerting himself to his absolute limit.”

She shook her head, noting that while his injuries were severe, his condition was not critical.

“Phew….”

Evelyn released a sigh of relief and pressed her head to the ground while still lying down.

“The Heavenly Demon definitely left, right?”

Larian lifted her gaze toward Glen Zigheart.

“Yes. His presence has vanished.”

Glen Zigheart nodded, saying that he appeared to have departed from this region.

“What about Tacheon?”

Larian narrowed her eyes, as if to emphasize that this was the more important matter.

“….”

Glen Zigheart turned his gaze toward the mask fragments of Tacheon, now reduced to powder.

“He must be dead. No—he is dead. The swordsmanship Raon used at the very end was….”

He gazed at the unconscious Raon and smiled faintly.

“The Heart Sword.”

Glen brushed back Raon’s hair with evident pride.

“It seemed that way. However….”

Larian shook her head slightly as she looked at Raon.

“It wasn’t just an ordinary Heart Sword—it looked similar to your technique.”

She smacked her lips, noting how Glen’s blade and Raon’s blade resembled one another.

“I felt the same way.”

Glen smiled warmly and wiped away the blood staining Raon’s hair.

“The boy must have learned my Heart Sword by watching it.”

Though it was so weak he could barely cut through an ordinary person, and he had borrowed the power of the spirits, Raon’s Heart Sword breathed with the same rhythm as his own.

“Words like ‘impressive’ don’t even begin to capture it.”

Watching his grandson replicate the Heart Sword—a technique that was virtually his entire life—his heart trembled with overwhelming emotion.

“It seems the Heavenly Demon felt something similar.”

Larian nodded, understanding what the Heavenly Demon meant.

“Magnificent doesn’t even begin to describe it. I’ve never seen anyone like this before.”

She wiped the crimson sweat from Raon’s brow with a proud smile.

“You pierced through the Cheonra Net Formation created by the Eden Ghosts, slew Guisalchang, and captured Tacheon here. Even though I’m far stronger than you, I might not have been able to do it.”

Larian let out a hollow laugh, as if what she was suggesting was something she herself could never accomplish.

“Hmm….”

Glen’s lips trembled with delight at receiving praise from Raon, even in such circumstances.

“Well, that’s true. It’s not something just anyone could do.”

He showed no modesty, openly acknowledging it with a broad nod.

“Just as the Heavenly Demon said, your growth might very well determine the tide of this war, Raon.”

Larian seemed to genuinely believe this as she lightly tapped Raon’s nose.

“Ahem, ahem!”

When Larian, the leader of the Five Emperors like himself, offered sincere praise for Raon, Glen’s face flushed crimson as he erupted into a series of awkward coughs.

“But….”

Larian lifted her head at the sound of Glen’s coughing.

“Are you alright?”

She gently bit her lip, appearing most concerned about Glen, who bore no visible injuries.

“I’m fine. Both he and I held back, so we’re good.”

Glen tapped the scabbard of his Jincheon Sword as if he could continue fighting even now.

“I-I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault….”

Evelyn pushed herself up from the ground with trembling hands.

“If I hadn’t been captured, neither Raon nor Glen would have suffered like this….”

She pressed her forehead to the ground, apologizing profusely.

“….”

Glen Zigheart approached Evelyn in silence and met her gaze.

“Thank you for always standing up for Raon.”

He grasped her shoulder, his gratitude sincere.

“And congratulations on your enlightenment.”

Glen acknowledged that Evelyn had transcended the Wall, offering her his heartfelt congratulations.

“Ah….”

Evelyn’s violet eyes widened in disbelief—she had never imagined receiving gratitude and congratulations from Glen Zigheart.

“You’ve also broken through the Wall. My congratulations.”

Glen nodded, taking Mark Goeten’s hand as he stood protectively beside Evelyn.

“It is all thanks to you, Master. I merely followed the path you created for me.”

Mark Goeten shook his head, attributing his awakening entirely to Raon’s guidance.

“Is that so? Raon certainly seems blessed with good fortune and loyal companions.”

Glen turned his gaze back to Evelyn, a gentle smile playing at his lips.

“Mm….”

Evelyn averted her eyes, unable to meet Glen’s gaze directly.

“Come home with us.”

Glen grasped her shoulder, inviting her to return together.

“M-me too?”
“Yes. This entire war was fought from the beginning to bring you here.”

He said she had endured much and helped Evelyn to her feet.

“G-Grandfather!”

Evelyn cried out the title she had been holding back, lifting her head.

“Now that I’ve found my name, I’ll call you Grandfather with certainty.”
“Ah, no, that’s not necessary….”

Glen Zigheart shook his head with flustered eyes. He had said he wanted to hear it, but actually hearing it before him felt burdensome.

“Grandfather! Why are you like that!”

Evelyn, as if seeking approval, called out “Grandfather” repeatedly.

“T-Tower Master. Send us back to Zigheart!”

Glen Zigheart called to Larian with urgent eyes to stop Evelyn’s rampage.

“M-mana….”

Larian seemed to have returned to her original personality, pulling her robe over her head as she lowered her gaze.

“T-the spatial transfer device’s mana has been completely depleted, so we need to wait a bit.”

She lowered her voice to barely a whisper, bowing her head as if her earlier confidence had never existed.

“Uh….”

Glen Zigheart turned his trembling gaze away in bewilderment.

“Grandfather. While the mana is recharging, shall I tell you about everything that’s happened?”

Evelyn smiled with a fierce expression as if she had never been ill, pressing her face close to Glen’s.

“First, my name isn’t Merlin, it’s Evelyn. And with Raon….”

She spilled blood from her lips as she spoke, yet her tongue moved with relentless speed, as if determined to reveal everything.

“I want to see. I want to see inside….”

Larian, hood pulled low, circled her fingers in the air with a sinister voice, expressing her desire to peer into Raon’s interior.

“Um, over there….”

Glen Zigheart looked toward Mark Goeten as if seeking help, but he paid no attention to anything else—his gaze fixed solely on Raon, a subtle smile playing at his lips.

“Ah, shall I start from when I first met Raon? First….”

‘This is….’

Glen Zigheart squeezed his eyes shut as Evelyn’s words struck his eardrums like a hammer blow.

‘Is it loneliness?’

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“Mmm….”

As I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar ceiling above me.

‘My room.’

The ceiling of the Annex Building. It seemed they had moved me here while I was unconscious.

‘Thank goodness. It wasn’t a dream… Ugh!’

I tried to sit up, but my body went rigid.

‘Damn, it hurts like hell.’

Thanks to the power and nature of the Demon Lords, my recovery rate increased significantly during sleep, yet severe pain still lingered in my head and body.

“Phew.”

My body was so exhausted that even moving felt impossible. I relaxed my arms and lay back down on the bed.

‘That must mean the battle was incredibly fierce. Well, I did capture Tacheon, after all.’

I had been confident I could defeat Guisalchang, but capturing Tacheon was something I honestly never imagined possible.

‘Of course, it wasn’t me—Evelyn did most of the work.’

If Evelyn hadn’t blocked Tacheon’s magic, I would have been the one reduced to dust in that moment. She was the true hero of this victory.

‘Still, erasing one Transcendent is what matters.’

As I smiled with satisfaction, a blue cotton candy appeared before my eyes.

-You madman!

Wrath looked down at me, his nose bridge wrinkling.

-You truly are insane!
‘What’s gotten into him all of a sudden?’

I looked up at Wrath and tilted my head in confusion.

-This time, I acknowledge it. You were magnificent!

Wrath nodded, saying he was praising me for avenging Evelyn.

‘Why the sudden praise?’

I chuckled softly as I watched Wrath’s arrogant chin jut out.

-Don’t laugh! Few in the Demon Realm have ever received my acknowledgment!

Wrath snorted dismissively, calling it glory.

Yes, yes. Thank you.

It was the moment when Raon tilted his chin teasingly at Wrath.

[You have defeated an opponent of extremely high caliber.]
[You have received recognition from 【Wrath】.]
[You have witnessed the battle of Absolutes.]
[You have achieved a great Achievement!]
[All stat values have….]
[A new trait has….]
[The grade of the trait has….]

As if responding to his words, the messages erupted simultaneously.

-W-what…?

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he watched the messages materialize before his eyes, obscuring his vision.

-Why are there so many!
‘Because you acknowledged me?’

Raon raised a finger and pointed to the message about receiving recognition from 【Wrath】.

-Ah….

Wrath’s fists clenched with a sharp crack as he stared at that message.

-The True Demon King said all those other things, so why does the System only listen to that one!

He let out a furious shriek, as if he truly wanted to smash something.

-This insane System!
‘This is it.’

Raon nodded calmly as he listened to Wrath’s anguished screams.

‘Now I truly feel like I’m home.’

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