The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1038

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Chapter 1038

Whoooosh!

I watched the Sea Spirit glide through the water with its tail swishing gently, a faint smile crossing my lips.

‘It’s deliberately slowing its pace for us.’

The Sea Spirit kept glancing back to ensure that Evelyn, Roen, and I were following without difficulty.
With the appearance of a young wolf, it was adorable just watching it swim.

[Raon, should we raise a wolf together after we retire?]

Evelyn sent a message tinged with laughter, suggesting we keep animals after our retirement.

[As you know, I love animals. They follow me well too.]

She wiggled her fingers, expressing her desire to raise various animals at the beach.

[I will help as well.]

Roen chuckled, saying it would require considerable effort.

[We can discuss that later. Both of you, focus on your movements.]

I turned to look at Evelyn and Roen, nodding slightly.

[We’ll arrive soon at the place where Turtle Rock disappeared.]

Ever since Turtle Rock vanished, I had searched the surrounding area continuously, but found no passage anywhere.
I was concerned that even the Sea Spirit guiding us might lose its way.

However, the Sea Spirit seemed to know an alternative route and continued forward without hesitation despite Turtle Rock being nowhere in sight, moving by following the scent of the sea.

Crackle.

The Sea Spirit began to move slowly, waving its fluffy front paws as if to emphasize that what came next was crucial.
Seeing its pace slacken, it seemed the White Blood Cult Headquarters wasn’t far away.

Kyaang.

The Sea Spirit moved as if burying its nose in the sand, then halted before a sea canyon whose depths vanished into darkness.

Kyauuu.

It trembled, its entire body’s fur standing on end as fear gripped it.

‘It’s down there, then.’

Yet this Sea Canyon didn’t exist in my previous memories.

The memories the Sea Spirit had granted me contained no trace of this canyon itself.
In fact, even the direction seemed quite different, so I couldn’t quite grasp what had transpired.

‘Could it be….’

Had that massive city relocated?

Ever since Turtle Rock vanished, I’d harbored suspicions, but now it seemed plausible that the White Blood Cult had moved their Headquarters itself.

[From this point forward, we must move with greater caution.]

I sent an aura message to Roen and Evelyn, urging heightened vigilance, then stood beside the Sea Spirit and gazed into the depths of the canyon.

‘An ominous feeling.’

Nothing was visible, nothing could be sensed, yet from within that murky darkness emanated a suffocating pressure that constricted my chest.

‘Please.’

I steadied my breathing and gently stroked the Sea Spirit’s head.

Kyarung!

The Sea Spirit, as if having made its resolve in response to my plea, nodded heavily and leaped into the canyon.

—To continue forward despite knowing fear…

Wrath nodded approvingly, watching the Sea Spirit tremble with terror yet refuse to stop.

—A little one better than most Demons!
‘Indeed.’

I nodded in agreement with Wrath’s assessment.

‘That creature has already repaid any debt by sharing its memories of the White Blood Cult, granting me the sea’s mana, and healing my wounds.’

The Sea Spirit had transferred mana superior to the finest elixirs, healed every wound across my body, and provided the crucial information that the White Blood Cult Headquarters lay beneath the seabed.
I had received more than sufficient compensation for saving it, yet I was grateful for this additional aid.

Whoosh.

I plunged after the Sea Spirit into the shadowed depths of the Sea Canyon.

‘The pressure is intensifying.’

While I could endure it effortlessly, ordinary people and weaker martial artists would struggle against the mounting water pressure that began to assault us.

‘Could it truly exist in such a place?’

The White Blood Cult Headquarters I had glimpsed in the Sea Spirit’s memories was vast enough to rival a city.
Even with protective enchantments in place, its existence in these abyssal depths seemed impossible to believe.

‘Still…’

I bit my lip gently, watching the Sea Spirit struggle against the crushing depths.

‘We must press forward.’

Trusting the spirit that had placed its faith in me, I descended deeper into the shadowed canyon when—

Whoooosh!

A damp, spine-chilling presence suddenly registered in my senses.

‘Blood energy!’

Just as I had sensed it faintly in front of the Harbor where the Ninth Apostle had attacked, a foul-smelling blood energy was emanating from directly below.

[Stop!]

I raised my hand to block the path ahead of Evelyn and Roen.

[There is a Barrier created by sorcery from this point onward.]

It was sorcery designed to alert intruders to their presence, but it was spread so extensively and densely that it swayed with the sea’s currents, making it appear nearly impossible to avoid.

Kyarung.

The Sea Spirit looked at me as I slightly raised my front paw, as if urging caution.

[Finally, it is my turn to step forward.]

Roen also seemed to sense the blood energy through his perception, and he stepped forward with a hearty laugh.

[Can you move while avoiding it?]

I slightly furrowed my brows as I looked at Roen.

[It is shameful to admit, but this old man has spent his entire life doing precisely this sort of work. The currents change rapidly, but the pattern is consistent, so it should not be difficult.]

Roen smacked his lips, noting that he seemed to be manipulating the water currents in this area through sorcery.

[Hmm…]

He closed his eyes and sensed the movement of the underwater currents with only his fingertips, then calmly opened his eyelids.

[From now on, follow only behind me. Since Evelyn is a bit slower, it would be best if you look after her from beside her, Raon.]

Roen clasped both his hands together, instructing Evelyn to follow behind him.

[Understood.]

I nodded and sent Evelyn ahead of me.

[Hold on tight!]

Evelyn forced me to grip her waist, insisting I never let go of her.

[My waist is thin, right? It should be perfect to hold!]
[Sigh….]

Even as the White Blood Cult Headquarters loomed before us, I closed my eyes tightly at Evelyn’s shameless remarks.

-How can someone be so crazy in such a crazy way…?

Wrath shook his head in disbelief at the absurdity of it all.

[You two look quite good together.]

Roen chuckled warmly, apparently pleased by Evelyn’s reckless charge forward.

[Please, just start moving….]

I called out to Roen in a voice drained of all strength.

[Then we shall depart.]

Roen’s tone became grave as if he’d never been joking, and he continued descending the Valley, evading the blood sorcery.

[Let’s go too.]
[Yes! With you by my side, I can do anything!]

Evelyn sent a cheerful laugh so loud it made my ears ring.

[Stop thinking useless thoughts and focus.]

I led Evelyn forward, following the path Roen opened through the sea.
Since we didn’t descend any deeper, the pressure didn’t intensify, but the fierce currents made it difficult to evade the blood sorcery.

Whoooosh!

Yet Roen moved inward as if he knew every route, sensing the blood essence through his body and deftly avoiding all of the White Blood Cult’s barrier sorcery.

[It seems we’ve arrived.]

I exhaled deeply while observing the tan sand beneath my feet and the white mist that swirled densely overhead.

‘So this is….’

I clenched my fists as I gazed upon the colossal white city shrouded in mist.

‘The White Blood Cult Headquarters.’

Its form seemed slightly altered from when I had ventured here to rescue Ogram, yet that otherworldly aura—as if reality itself had been distorted—remained unchanged.

‘If I memorize the location and state of this place now and return… wait?’

I took a step forward to gather more information, then abruptly halted.

[Then let’s venture a bit further.]
[We cannot!]

As Roen moved to advance, I raised my hand to block his path.

[If we go any further, we will definitely be discovered.]
[What? Surely it’s still safe for now….]
[No.]

I shook my head firmly, my refusal absolute.

[Concealing our presence and evading the barrier is not enough.]

I bit my lip deeply as I stared at the sand upon which the White Blood Cult Headquarters stood.

[We will fall into the eyes of the creature beneath this ground!]

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Whoooosh!

Martha brought her sword down harshly in the Training Ground within Hyunmu Division’s inner chamber.

‘Why isn’t it working?’

It had worked when I fought the Ninth Apostle….

During that final life-or-death battle with the Ninth Apostle, the Paeyang Sword had moved as if possessed by its own will, severing the thick blood energy.

I had repeatedly practiced swordplay to revive that memory, but the sensation from that moment refused to return.

‘I want to feel it again.’

That sensation of my body and spirit becoming one with the sword.

When I became one with the Paeyang Sword and cut down the Ninth Apostle, I felt an immense exhilaration and elevation. I desperately want to experience that feeling again, but I don’t know how.

‘Even if it doesn’t work, I have no choice but to continue.’

It simply meant my swordsmanship proficiency was insufficient, so I had to practice until I succeeded. I picked up the sword again and resumed training with the Paeyang Sword.

Whoooosh!

Lost in time as I trained, I suddenly realized the violet dawn had passed and daylight was breaking through.

‘Still not enough. Again.’

Just as Martha was about to begin swinging the Paeyang Sword repeatedly beneath the rising sun—

“Aren’t you pushing yourself too hard?”

Denier opened the Training Ground door and entered, draping his outer robe over his shoulders.

“I have no choice.”

Martha shook her head without stopping her training.

“Since I don’t know when war with the White Blood Cult will break out, I need to grow stronger as quickly as possible.”

I wanted to rest too, but with time running short, I couldn’t afford to waste even a single second.

“I understand your heart, but excessive training can become poison rather than medicine.”

Denier shook his head in front of Martha, telling her not to overexert herself.

“To land even a single blade against the White Blood Cult Master, what I’m doing now isn’t enough.”

Martha bit her lip, saying she could do anything if it meant saving her mother.

“I’m not even properly expressing what I’ve come to understand.”
“What do you mean by that?”

Denier lowered his chin as if telling her to explain properly.

“I told you before that I defeated the Ninth Apostle. But the truth is, I didn’t cut him down with my strength alone.”
“Right. You said it was Raon who finished him.”
“That’s not what I mean….”

Martha shook her head while looking at the hand gripping her sword.

“When I clashed with the Ninth Apostle for the last time, the Crimson Sunset Blade changed its trajectory on its own and tore apart all of his blood energy.”

She explained the situation from back then, which she hadn’t detailed before.

“The Crimson Sunset Blade did?”

Denier raised his well-groomed eyebrows in surprise.

“Did you feel like you were cutting through multiple sheets of paper when you severed the blood energy?”
“Exactly! That’s precisely it!”

Martha nodded immediately.

“Do you know what happened?”

She approached Denier, asking him to show her the method.

“Think back to when you fought the Ninth Apostle, and try cutting your own aura with the Crimson Sunset Blade.”

Denier created a solid aura shield above his palm and extended it forward to protect Martha.

“Understood.”

Martha, trusting Denier with complete sincerity, stepped into a firm stance and brought her blade down without hesitation.

Whoooosh!

Her sword cut through Denier’s aura like the prow of a galleon piercing through waves, coming to rest just before his palm.

“That’s it! Exactly this sensation!”

Martha cried out that it felt identical to when she had struck the Ninth Apostle, raising her fist triumphantly.

“As the mastery of the Paeyang Sword increases, the ability to sever the essence of space is added. It seems you’ve finally reached that level.”

Denier offered his congratulations and applauded Martha.

“So that’s how I severed the vital energy….”

Martha’s lips trembled faintly as understanding dawned upon her.

“Then as the mastery of the Paeyang Sword increases, does the ability to sever the essence of space grow stronger as well?”
“Indeed.”

Denier nodded gravely, confirming that naturally the power would grow stronger along with one’s sword mastery.

“Then I don’t have time for this!”

Martha declared that she couldn’t afford to waste even a moment’s breath, swinging her blade once more.

“Truly….”

Denier gazed at the faint wound blooming from his palm where Martha’s sword had struck, and nodded heavily.

“We’re drawing near.”

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Gulp.

I swallowed hard, sensing the serene yet majestic aura emanating from beneath the white city.

‘Something is there.’

A massive presence stirred beneath the White Blood Cult Headquarters.
Had I entered without knowing, concealed like the spirit beside me with the essence of the sea, I would have been caught immediately.

Yet strangely, while I could sense it through my aura perception, my eyes could not perceive it.

Grrrrr….

The Sea Spirit trembled throughout its entire body, pressing itself firmly against my side as if refusing to go any further.

[Could you tell me what is happening?]
[What is it? Tell me something!]

Since Roen and Evelyn were deep within the sea, they seemed unable to sense the presence lurking beneath the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

-Kgh….

Wrath furrowed his brow as if utterly astounded.

-The largest creature the True Demon King has ever witnessed! Bigger than those lizard bastards!

He seemed to have discerned the identity of the concealed entity, letting out a hollow laugh as he gazed at the brown sand beneath us.

‘You can actually see what it is?’

I narrowed my eyes, looking at Wrath.

-Of course.

Wrath nodded as if it were obvious.

You will be able to see it with your newly acquired eyes.

The creature gestured as if telling me to activate Heavenly Fire’s Perception.

‘Hmm….’

I clicked my tongue briefly and activated Heavenly Fire’s Perception.
The moment blue energy seeped into my pupils, beneath the sand—no, a massive presence that had become the sand itself was revealed.

‘Insane….’

Something that enormous exists?

It didn’t make sense, yet it made perfect sense.
This existence explained why the location of the White Blood Cult Headquarters differed from the memories I’d obtained from the Sea Spirit.

[Tell me too!]

Evelyn grasped my hand, asking me to explain as well.

[It’s difficult to explain in words, so just watch carefully.]

I pulled a fish from my spatial pouch—one that hadn’t been dead long and still retained some vitality—and pushed it forward.

Ssssshhh.

The moment the dead fish drifted with the current toward the White Blood Cult Headquarters, it happened.

BOOM!

From the sandy bottom where only brown sand was visible, a white tentacle like a spear erupted, reducing the fish drifting in the current to powder.

Whoooosh!

The tentacle, larger than a building, was inscribed with the White Blood Cult’s sorcery carved into its surface, and as if sensing enemies through that sorcery, it moved at a speed like a flash of light to find another enemy, then sank back down to the ground and returned to a color like sand.

[This, this is….]
[If it has suckers on its tentacles, then could it be…!]

Roen and Evelyn swallowed hard, now fully aware of what lurked beneath the city.

[Yes….]

I bit my lips deeply upon confirming the existence of the mythical monster hidden beneath the city, bearing its immense weight.

[It’s the Kraken.]

The Kraken is carrying the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

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