The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1048

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Chapter 1048

I exhaled slowly.

I gazed out at the sea as cold air seeped into it, my breath forming white clouds in the frigid air.

‘So much has changed.’

During the time I spent searching for the Previous Holy Sword Master Darkan with Lectar and training the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, winter had arrived at the sea.
The chill hadn’t fully settled in yet, but the rippling waters reflected a different hue than before.

“Time really does fly, doesn’t it?”

Rabawin flicked the seawater with his fingertips and smiled gently.

“It feels like only a few days have passed since you left, but three months have already gone by.”

He nodded, remarking that time seemed to pass more quickly because the sea never changed.

“Have you seen Haelang recently, by any chance?”

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at the calm water’s surface.

“No. I haven’t seen him at all since you left.”

Rabawin shook his head, saying he had patrolled this area for three months but had never encountered Haelang.

“I see….”

I clicked my tongue briefly.

‘Did he go somewhere else?’

Before leaving this harbor, I had asked Haelang to investigate the White Blood Cult, but hearing that he hadn’t appeared even once made me think he must have left this place.

-That’s only natural. He barely escaped the clutches of those blood ghosts, so why would he concern himself with your request?

Wrath snorted, saying that wolves needed freedom.

-Don’t rely on spirits. Run with your own legs.
‘I already brought the diving suit anyway.’

I needed to directly verify if there were any changes in the White Blood Cult’s movements before the war began, so naturally I had brought Evelyn’s diving suit with me.

‘The sun won’t rise for a while, so I should depart right now….’

I was about to pull out Evelyn’s diving suit from my spatial pouch and put it on.

Splash!

A water droplet the size of a human torso burst from the sea’s surface and transformed into the shape of a young wolf.

“Woof!”

It was Haelang. The moment I stepped into the water, he leaped out as if he had been waiting for me, his tongue hanging out.

“You didn’t go somewhere else?”
“Yip!”

Haelang shook his head firmly, as if to say no.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting for me this whole time while watching the White Blood Cult?”
“Huff!”

He stretched his body long and wagged his tail, as if confirming that was exactly the case.

-Tsk, a wolf should have some dignity….

Wrath furrowed his brow, saying it seemed like a puppy had chosen its master.

-That’s not a wolf, it’s just a dog!

He waved his hand dismissively, as if disapproving.

“Thank you.”

I knelt down and gently stroked Haelang’s head.

“But you seem bigger? No, your body size is similar, but the aura you’re carrying….”

Haelang’s physical size hadn’t changed much from before, but the oceanic energy he possessed had grown to an incomparable magnitude. It felt as though he now embraced the entire sea surrounding this area.

“Kyawoong!”

Haelang, seemingly uncertain what I meant, lifted his front paw and scratched the bridge of his snout.

-Born as a special spirit and having overcome arduous trials, rapid growth in a short time is hardly surprising.

Wrath furrowed his brow, suggesting that Haelang had grown as a spirit thanks to the difficulties he’d endured.

‘That’s a relief.’

Hearing that Haelang had achieved spiritual growth by overcoming pain, I felt both pride and relief wash over me simultaneously.

“Shall we go then?”

I donned Evelyn’s wetsuit and stroked Haelang’s head once more.

“Kyaang!”

Haelang nodded as if to say he would guide me personally, then dove into the sea.

“I’ll be back soon.”
“Yes! I’ll be waiting for you.”

Rabawin bowed deeply, as if urging me to be careful.

Shhhhh.

After acknowledging Rabawin’s farewell, I descended silently into the sea. As the seasons had progressed, a chill had settled into the seawater, yet it had no effect on me whatsoever.

Kaong.

Haelang slowly parted the water before me, as if to say I should follow him alone.

‘How cute.’

I followed Haelang’s swaying tail, suppressing my presence and controlling my breathing.

I had merely chased after Haelang’s tail like a fool mesmerized by flames, yet somehow I had arrived at the valley where the White Blood Cult Headquarters lay submerged.

Recalling Roen’s movements, I descended into the valley while evading the boundary incantations, and there I saw the Kraken camouflaged in gray sand and the White City rising above it.

‘It remains in the same place. However….’

I surveyed the surroundings of the headquarters, my eyes narrowing.

‘I cannot proceed carelessly because of the Blood Ghosts.’

For reasons unknown, Blood Ghosts of Archbishop rank or higher were submerged around the White Blood Cult Headquarters, just like me.

‘What has transpired in the meantime?’

Anxiety welled up in my chest, for the Blood Ghosts would not venture into the sea unless something extraordinary had occurred.

‘If this continues, I may need to devise a new plan….’

It was as I observed the Blood Ghosts moving around the headquarters, my eyes narrowed in concentration.

Kuuuuuuuuu!

The sea surged as if a volcano had erupted, and the Kraken’s legs unfurled in such magnificent grandeur that they could not be fully taken in at a glance.

‘What is this….’

It felt unreal. The Kraken’s form was so colossal and majestic that I thought what my eyes beheld must be a dream.

Kugugugugu!

The Kraken extended its elongated legs as if manipulating the currents themselves, grasping the valley.

Kyawoong!

Haelang trembled as if realizing it had been discovered, gazing back at me.

‘No.’

I pulled Haelang close to my chest and shook my head.

‘My identity hasn’t been discovered yet.’

If my cover had been blown, an Apostle would have burst forth from within, not the Kraken itself making a move.
The Kraken was clearly attempting to relocate elsewhere.

Gugugugugugugu!

As I’d predicted, the Kraken wasn’t attacking—instead, it used its eight legs to maintain balance so the White Blood Cult Headquarters wouldn’t sway, climbing up and out of the valley.

‘That was close.’

As the Kraken moved and the Blood Ghosts shifted with it, if the camouflage magic woven into my wetsuit hadn’t been active, I would have been discovered without question.

-Haaa….

Wrath exhaled with barely contained excitement as he watched the Kraken’s legs slowly ascending the valley.

-The more I see it, the more I want to eat it.

He smacked his lips eagerly at the thought of grilled Kraken, oblivious to his own impatience.

‘Phew.’

I released a quiet breath of relief and climbed the valley, keeping a safe distance from the Kraken.

Kuuuuung!

After ascending the valley, the Kraken traveled far northward before burying its massive body in the tan sand beach.
Just as I’d observed before, its instinctive power was formidable—in an instant, it matched its skin texture to the tan sand and vanished from sight.
Even my eyes could barely perceive it.

-What?! If it was only coming this far, why did it even move?

Wrath furrowed his brow, noting that the creature had barely traveled any distance after climbing the valley.

-That’s why that meat gets fat in it!

The creature clicked its tongue, saying it had no taste unless it moved around constantly.

‘This is that place Haelang first planted in my mind.’

I narrowed my eyes as I surveyed the sea where Kraken had settled.

‘The location where the White Blood Cult Headquarters originally stood.’

There was no doubt. Looking at the surrounding terrain and landmarks, the exact scene of the White Blood Cult Headquarters that Haelang had left in my memory came to mind.

-Then….
‘Yes. The White Blood Cult’s defenses have been lowered.’

It was clear that the White Blood Cult intended to dismantle the reinforced defenses they had strengthened after their activities were exposed, and resume external operations.

‘They certainly endured for a long time.’

More than three months had passed since the Ninth Apostle died and the White Blood Cult’s galleon sank, so they had held out far longer than I anticipated.
Considering the White Blood Cult’s nature of needing to consume others’ blood to grow stronger, it was remarkable.

‘The two months I spent preparing magic turned out to be an advantage.’

I curled my lips upward as I watched the Blood Ghosts deploying new boundary magic around the headquarters.

‘Our chances of winning have increased by at least twenty percent.’

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Kuuuuuung!

Martha’s blade fell, carrying a magnificent aura. The sword strike, with its dense aura flickering brilliantly, carved a heavy sword mark into the floor of the Training Ground.

“Tsk.”

Martha clicked her tongue harshly as she gazed at the ravaged floor of the Training Ground.

‘This isn’t it….’

The power of the Defeat Yang Sword itself seemed to have surpassed the Grand Master realm, but the abundance of gaps in areas unrelated to the sword’s profound technique filled her with unease.

‘It feels different from when I severed Father’s aura.’

Unlike when Derus had offered his guidance, her movements felt awkward, as if she were wearing clothes that didn’t fit her body.

‘Again….’

Though exhausted from swinging the sword all day, there was no time to rest. With war looming near, I had suspended my training. No—I had refused to suspend it.

Screeeech.

Just as Martha was about to unfurl the Defeat Yang Sword again, the Training Ground door opened and Denier entered.

“I wondered who was in my Training Ground. So it was you.”

Denier exhaled softly, as though he hadn’t seen her in nearly two months.

“Today is individual training, so I came home for the first time in a while.”

Martha didn’t mention that Raon had left, instead speaking of individual training as she lowered her head.

“Father must be busy these days too? I heard you’ve barely been coming home.”
“The Head of House has ordered a focused training period.”

Glen hadn’t mentioned the war against the White Blood Cult to avoid leaking information to the Four Demons’ spies. Instead, he had issued orders to minimize missions across the entire family and concentrate on training.
As a result, not just the Gale Wind Hall, but all the swordsmen were enduring hellish days.

“Your skills have grown considerably in the time we haven’t seen each other. It’s only a matter of time before you break through the wall of the upper Grand Master realm.”

Denier patted Martha’s shoulder approvingly.

“My martial philosophy seems to be advancing, but my skill with the Defeat Yang Sword isn’t improving. It seems worse than when I showed Father after returning from the previous mission.”

Martha sighed, noting that while her aura, practical experience, and mental fortitude had all grown, her mastery of the Defeat Yang Sword had actually regressed.

“That shouldn’t be possible. Let me see it for myself.”

Denier stepped back, offering to observe directly.

“Yes!”

Martha nodded and executed every form of the Paeyang Sword in front of Denier.

“How should I put it… The essence of the Pae Sword grows stronger, but the other essences can’t keep up, so the balance falls apart.”

I shared the concern I’d been wrestling with regarding my swordsmanship lately.

“So only the Pae Sword’s essence is growing stronger, hmm…”

Denier stroked his chin as he watched Martha.

“That path doesn’t seem so bad after all.”
“Pardon?”

Martha blinked blankly.

“But wouldn’t that make it easier to dodge or block, even if the power is strong?”
“It’s fine. Don’t force yourself to change that flow. I’ll correct your stance and aura circulation myself.”

Denier demonstrated personally, urging me to trust myself and focus on the Pae Sword’s essence.

Whoooosh!

Denier’s Paeyang Sword was concentrated on the Pae Sword’s essence just like mine, yet remarkably, the balance of his swordsmanship remained unshaken.

“When you nurture the trunk of a tree, the branches grow of their own accord. The Paeyang Sword is the same. If you focus on the Pae Sword, the other essences will naturally follow.”

He nodded, telling me not to doubt myself and to follow my current instincts.

“Especially before the aura of the Saiha, you must concentrate even more on the Pae Sword. It’s the feeling of breaking through with sheer force. Do you understand?”

Denier fully displayed the Paeyang Sword concentrated on the Pae Sword, then turned back to me with a smile.

“I understand.”

Martha nodded with quiet gravity.

“Then let me try again.”

I stepped forward and raised my sword. Drawing on the confidence Denier had restored, I no longer suppressed the subtleties of the Broken Sword technique. Instead, I concentrated deeper and unfurled the Broken Yang Sword with renewed vigor.

‘The sensation feels right.’

As I stopped restraining the Broken Sword’s essence, the shackles that had bound my limbs seemed to fall away, and my sword strikes flowed with far greater vitality. Simply executing the technique brought a refreshing clarity to my chest.

“Not bad, but here you need to spread your arms wider.”

Denier took Martha’s arm directly and guided it roughly along the flow of the Broken Yang Sword, yet his eyes gleamed with warm delight at his daughter’s growth.

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After reporting to Glen and Chamber that the White Blood Cult had emerged from the Valley, I headed straight to the 5th Training Ground.

“Hmm….”

I clicked my tongue softly as I observed the swordsmen honing their individual techniques.

‘War is coming soon. What kind of training should I implement?’

For two months, I had crafted daily training regimens, systematically conditioning swordsmanship, spirit, body, and aura in sequence. Now, I found myself uncertain what to focus on next.

‘When in doubt, return to fundamentals….’

As I considered reorganizing their swordplay from the ground up, Crain passed before my eyes.

Seeing Crain, I recalled the brown notebook he carried everywhere, the one in which he recorded his training regimens.

“Crain.”

I snapped my fingers to call Crain over.

“M-me?”

Crain pointed at himself with his finger.

“Is there another Crain besides you?”
“Ah….”

He approached me with fearful eyes darting about.

“Why did you call for me?”
“You kept a training journal, right? Bring it here.”
“Yes…?”

The moment Crain heard me ask for the journal, his eyes trembled as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Why would you….”
“To see what kind of training I’ve had you do so far. That’s why I told you to write it down in the first place.”

I flicked my finger as if to say it was obvious.

“Wasn’t that supposed to be for personal records?”

Crain’s jaw trembled as if he had no idea.

“You can keep it as a memento if you want, just bring it for now.”
“Sigh….”

He remained silent for a long moment before shaking his head.

“I, I left it at my family home yesterday….”

Crain shook his head, saying he didn’t have it right now.

“Is that so? Then by tomorrow….”
“What are you talking about? You carry that in your spatial pouch all the time.”

As I was about to tell him to bring it tomorrow, Dorian stepped beside Crain and shook his head.

“You were using it during breakfast this morning.”

Dorian blinked, mentioning that he’d seen Crain writing in his journal that morning as well.

“You bastard. Where did you sell off your Insight Eye…?”

Crain displayed the remarkable ability to curse at Dorian without moving his lips.

“Bring it here.”

I chuckled and gestured to Crain with my chin.

“Ah, um, y-yes…”

Crain looked at Dorian with resentful eyes, then opened his spatial pouch and handed over a worn-looking journal.

“I, I need to use the restroom…”

The moment Crain handed over the training journal, he clutched his stomach and began backing away, claiming his stomach hurt.

“Go ahead. Take your time.”

Raon nodded and unfolded the training log he had received from Crain.

“Ha? Ha… Ha!”

Each day’s entry was brief, yet it contained detailed records of what training was done and how.
Moreover, every entry ended with curses directed at himself.
He had written that he was a madman everywhere, at all times.

“Crain.”

I called out to Crain without lifting my eyes from the journal.

“Yes? I said I was going to the restroom…”
“Come here.”
“Ugh!”

Crain released his grip on his stomach and stood before the platform with a pale expression.

“This journal is quite excellent.”

I looked down at Crain with a slight smile.

“Everything you need is written here. Of course, some unnecessary parts too.”
“Oh, is that so? I just wrote down the facts….”

Crain rolled his eyes and laughed awkwardly.

“Hahaha.”
“Ahahaha.”

As I laughed, Crain twisted his lips and let out a similar chuckle.

“You’re laughing?”
“Ugh!”

Crain raised his hand to cover both his nose and mouth at once.

“From today. No, during the remaining time, I’ll show you what a real madman looks like.”
“Ack!”

At my chilling voice, as if directed at an enemy, Crain’s complexion turned pale yellow.

-Tsk, tsk.

Wrath clicked his tongue as if disappointed.

-The poor bastard picked the wrong person.

He clasped his hands together, as if praying for the man’s soul.

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I sat on the bed in the Annex Building and lifted my head.

‘The time has come.’

The morning arrived on the day Evelyn and the Grand Mages said they would complete the magic.

‘It was both a long and short time.’

Raising the weight class of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen while simultaneously elevating my own realm had been grueling, yet in retrospect, it felt like a mere instant.

‘Gwangpung Hall has grown tremendously.’

Especially Martha.

Everyone trained diligently, but Martha achieved the greatest growth.
During my time at sea, she had awakened to the true essence of the Sunset Sword, so it seemed she might be able to exploit even small openings in the White Blood Cult Master’s defenses.

‘Of course, I’ll need to support her.’

Even with Martha’s growth, if she charged at the White Blood Cult Master alone, she would burst into a spray of blood in that very instant. My role was the most critical.

‘For that purpose….’

I smacked my lips and summoned the status window.

【Status Window】
Name: Raon Zigheart.
Title: 【One Who Turns the Wheel of Destiny】
Condition: None.
Traits: 【Wrath】, 【Sloth】, 【Envy】, 【Gluttony】, 【Lust】, 【Greed】, [Clear Mirror Mind], [Reaper], [Blue Flame’s Divine Eye], Ring of Fire (9-star), Water Resistance (12-star), Fire Resistance (11-star), Manhwagong (10-star), Glacsia (10-star), Bleeding Curse (6-star), Indomitable Will (11-star), Demonic Energy Adaptation (10-star), Clear Mirror Mind, Poison Resistance (6-star), Spiral Force (10-star), Water Affinity (7-star), Formation Interpretation (2-star), Fire Affinity (6-star), Seolhwa’s Silver Veil (5-star), Sacred Light Blooming from Darkness (10-star), Deception Resistance (7-star), Seolhwa’s Demonic Armor (11-star), Seolhwa’s Absorption (5-star), Seolhwa’s Piercing Spear (5-star), Wrath Release (3-star), Flame That Overcomes Death (6-star), Blade That Cuts Through Death (7-star), Divine Power Resistance (2-star), Blood Path (3-star), Ascara’s Fighting Spirit (6-star), Spirit Technique (5-star), Heavenly Killing (2-star), Authority Enhancement (4-star), Light Resistance (3-star), Deception Detection (4-star), Authority Operation (5-star), Crisis Sense (1-star), Heart Sword (Spirit) (7-star), Spirit Transformation (4-star).

Strength: 1856.
Agility: 1887.
Stamina: 1853.
Energy: 1872.
Perception: 1905.
Wrath: 400.
Sloth: 270.
Envy: 270.
Gluttony: 220.
Lust: 180.
Greed: 100.

Before the war, I wanted to check my status window one last time, but now the numbers had grown so massive that it was difficult to read even across two pages.
Looking at my stats alone, it seemed I wouldn’t lose to anyone unless they were the leader of the Five Emperors.

‘Especially….’

The Heart Sword had grown considerably.

[Your soul’s rank rises.]
[The rank of the trait Heart Sword (Spirit) rises.]

As if all my efforts had borne fruit, just yesterday I was able to elevate the Heart Sword to the next level.

‘But even with this blade, I won’t be able to sever the White Blood Cult Master.’

Because the White Blood Cult Master’s soul was so immense, my Heart Sword still couldn’t completely sever her soul.

However, I might be able to create an opening to save Martha’s Mother’s soul that remained trapped within the White Blood Cult Master.

A small glimmer of hope had emerged for Martha’s Mother’s rescue, which had seemed utterly hopeless before.

‘Now it begins.’

I rose from the bed, draping the Black Dragon Robe across my shoulders.

‘A war to end the deep and bitter resentment of a child who lost her mother.’

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