The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1071

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Chapter 1071

-This blasted god refuses to listen to his believers! Did he actually die or something?

Wrath glared at the message in frustration, hurling curses at the True Demon King.

‘His language is quite harsh…’

Would he actually face divine punishment?

Raon shook his head and examined the message that appeared before his eyes.

[You have achieved a great Achievement worthy of historical record.]
[All stats increase by 100 points.]

As expected, the first message displayed was a stat increase notification.

‘Stat growth has lost much of its meaning now.’

My physical capabilities had already reached the upper echelon among transcendents.
I had surpassed humanity to a level where it wouldn’t be strange to compare myself to the Celestial Race or Demon Race, so stat increases held little appeal.

‘But 100 points is a different story.’

When stats increased by 100 points at once, I could feel a distinct change even in a body that had reached its limits like now.

Roooaaarrr!

The exhilaration of my body growing, just like when I surpassed Wrath during my trainee days, coursed through my entire being.

-Even when fed, you still complain!

Wrath furrowed his brow in displeasure.

-You currently exist in an ambiguous realm, but once you transcend that boundary, you will encounter a new world.

He shook his head, saying that my body’s limits had not yet arrived.

-Do not let your mind dominate your body. Instead, train your body to dominate itself.

Wrath tapped his forehead with his finger, emphasizing that I must not neglect the cultivation of my body and the growth of my stats.

‘So you’re saying you’ll keep giving me stat points until then?’

I laughed and nodded.

‘Thanks. You really are a tree that gives without reservation.’
-Huh? Uh, uh….

Wrath blinked blankly before suddenly jumping to his feet.

-Absolutely not! I won’t give you any more!

He waved his hands frantically, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

‘Anyway, this is amusing.’

I chuckled and checked the next message.

[A new trait 【Blood Control】 has been created.]

The second thing that caught my eye was the new trait.

‘What is this?’

I raised my expectations and examined the details of the new trait.

【Blood Control】
When wounded, reduces the amount of bleeding and accelerates blood regeneration.

After reviewing the trait’s description, I flicked my finger.

‘This is pretty good.’

With this trait, even if I suffered severe wounds during combat, I could reduce bleeding and fight for much longer than before. It was a trait perfectly suited to me.

-Ugh….

Wrath’s pupils trembled as he gazed upon Blood Control, seemingly dissatisfied with everything.

[The grade of trait Indomitable Will has increased.]
[The grade of trait Demonic Energy Adaptation has increased.]
[The grade of trait Formation Interpretation has increased by two stages.]
[The grade of trait Seolhwa’s Silver Veil has increased.]
[The grade of trait Seolhwa Absorption has increased.]
[The grade of trait Seolhwa Spear has increased.]
[The grade of trait Wrath Release has increased.]
[The grade of trait Blood Path has increased.]
[The grade of trait Asraka’s Fighting Spirit has increased.]
[The grade of trait Heavenly Slaughter has increased.]
[The grade of trait Spirit Command has increased.]
[The grade of trait Crisis Detection has increased.]

-What, why are there so many of them!

Wrath ground his teeth, complaining that his throat ached just from seeing so many traits rise in grade.

‘Even I have to admit there are quite a lot.’

The battle had been lengthy, and each moment fraught with urgency and danger, so it seemed many traits had risen in grade.

However, the most important message had yet to appear.

[You have received the heartfelt gratitude of the Spirit Sovereigns.]
[Trait Heart Sword (Spirit) evolves into trait Heart Sword.]

The Spirit Sovereigns of the Soul Reaper Sword had left this world while bestowing an extraordinarily precious gift.
Now I could unfold the Heart Sword without the aid of the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘Of course, I’ll need to work harder.’

Since the Heart Sword’s grade had reverted to 1-star, its power had weakened, and controlling it would not be easy.

But since I had walked that path once before, returning to it would not be so difficult.

-A fine mindset indeed.

Wrath suddenly struck a dignified pose and nodded his chin.

-A true king does not dwell upon what has been lost, but rather contemplates how to cultivate what remains! Remember this well.

He tapped my shoulder firmly to drive the point home.

‘That’s true…’

In the past, I would have brushed it aside with a comment like “But I’m not a king,” yet it seemed my character and perspective had undergone considerable transformation.

‘One last thing.’
-Again? There’s more?

Wrath flailed about like a freshly caught fish, as if he were losing his mind.

‘This is the last one.’

[A new title 【Soul Reaper】 has been created.]

‘Soul Reaper?’

Looking at the title’s name, it appeared to be a trait obtained from slaying the White Blood Cult Master with the Soul Reaper Sword.

However, since I had merely unleashed the Soul Reaper Sword and Rimer and the spirits had handled the rest, accepting this title felt somewhat uncomfortable.

-What nonsense are you spouting now!

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply.

-If you’re going to think that way, then spit out everything you’ve consumed so far!

He growled that I had never received a single fair reward up until now.

‘That’s a fair point.’

I smiled faintly and nodded. Wrath seemed to be encouraging me in his own way.

Taking courage from his words, I examined the details of the title.

【Soul Reaper】
A title bestowed upon swordsmen who have severed the souls of enemies with the sword of the heart. The power and speed of the sword honed by the mind increase slightly.

“Gasp!”

The moment I confirmed the title’s description, an exclamation escaped my lips.

‘This is no joke.’

Heart Sword was a resolute yet beautiful martial art that decided victory in a single fleeting moment.

Even if it was only a slight increase, if the power and speed grew stronger, it meant I could kill those I couldn’t kill before—an incredible reward.

Considering my growth trajectory, this title might prove to be the most impactful reward I’d gained today.

-W-why are you giving this?!

The moment Wrath read the title’s description, he let out a shriek.

-To create something like this, the True Demon King’s power would have to be poured out like madness!

He hurled curses at the System, asking if it had truly lost its mind.

‘A moment ago he was encouraging me, and now he’s changed his tune?’
-Encouraging? Eeeeeencouraging? When did I ever encourage you?!

Wrath furrowed his brow, insisting he’d never harbored such a thought.

‘Sigh…’

I exhaled in resignation.

‘So that was genuine?’

It seemed Wrath hadn’t been encouraging me at all—he’d been genuinely mocking me. My fondness for him cooled considerably.

“Ugh…”

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.

Knock.

My chamber door opened, and Evelyn entered, dressed in a neatly pressed maid’s uniform.

“Ah….”

I furrowed my brow slightly at the sight of her.

‘Of all people, why Evelyn?’

I had wanted to review the reward message again and plan my future growth, but with Evelyn here, things were bound to become chaotic.

“You’re awake.”

However, contrary to my expectations, Evelyn didn’t scream. Instead, she quietly entered the room and closed the door behind her.

“Huh?”

I leaned back, watching Evelyn’s eerie smile spread across her face.

“Why are you closing the door….”
“Because I wanted to monopolize this moment of your awakening all for myself.”

Evelyn’s beautiful smile appeared to me like a chilling sneer.

-That Mad Woman….

Wrath trembled, unable even to look at Evelyn.

-She came every single day and stared at you intently for twelve hours straight! I thought she’d die from the fear!

He released a murky breath, saying that Evelyn’s obsession surpassed even Rust’s.

‘Oh no….’

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

Now that I thought about it, I remembered hearing Evelyn’s delighted voice even when I lost consciousness at the White Blood Cult.

“M-Mom! Dad!”

As if I had regressed to childhood, I called out for my mother and father with those simple names, but neither of them appeared.

“I cast a spell to muffle sound.”

Evelyn placed one leg up on the bed, suggesting we spend some happy time together.

“Ah… oh!”

I stumbled backward from the bed, letting out an exclamation. A brilliant idea to stop Evelyn had just occurred to me.

“R-right, what happened after I lost consciousness? What about Darkan? And the Head of House?”

I asked about the events that had transpired while I was unconscious, desperate to redirect her attention.

“Hmm….”

Evelyn stopped in place without answering, her expression darkening.

“I can’t tell you that.”
“What? Why?”

My eyes widened in surprise.

“Your grandfather said he would tell you himself. He instructed you to come to the Patriarch’s Hall once you woke up.”

Evelyn sighed regretfully, noting that she couldn’t ignore Glen’s words.

-Ah, there’s another obsessive one in this household….

Wrath recalled this now, breathing heavily with irritation.

-That doting old fool! During those twelve hours without that mad woman, he was here the whole time!

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Whoooosh!

The brutal war had ceased, and silence descended upon the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

From the earth where white blood had melted away, a single crimson mirage bloomed.

[…I will kill you all.]

A young woman’s voice spread desolately around the mirage. It was a voice thick with murderous intent, brimming with hatred.

[I will slaughter every last one of you!]

It was the White Blood Cult Master’s voice. A lingering thought she had left behind at the moment her soul was annihilated crawled up from the ground, possessing its own will.

[After I grow stronger, I will destroy Raon Zigheart and Martha Zigheart. No—the entire Zigheart itself. Derus Robert! You will meet the same fate!]

The White Blood Cult Master’s lingering thought revealed a deep and profound malice, as if she wished to annihilate not just Zigheart, but this entire world.

Whoooosh!

The White Blood Cult Master’s lingering thought transformed her crimson mirage body into the shape of a bat and soared into the sky.

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

Just as she spread her wings and entered the Forest beside the Port Town.

Piercing whoooosh!

A white aura surged up from beneath the trees, piercing through the White Blood Cult Master’s torso.

[Kyaaaaaaagh!]

The White Blood Cult Master’s lingering thought shrieked as she plummeted to the ground.

[Ugh…]

As she trembled violently across her entire body and lifted her eyes, a man with long white hair cascading to his waist stepped out from beneath the trees.

[You… you are!]
“As expected, you’ve appeared.”

Lawrence—the man who had hidden within the Holy Sword Association, targeting only the White Blood Cult Master—tilted his chin slightly.

“Your will to live is more tenacious than anyone else’s, after all.”

He let out a scoff, as if he had anticipated that the White Blood Cult Master’s lingering consciousness would manifest.

“Though I didn’t expect only a lingering consciousness to remain, not even a fragment of soul. It seems Raon’s Heart Sword struck true.”

Lawrence smacked his lips slightly, as if disappointed.

[How… how did you get here?]
“Because I’m me. I know you better than anyone else.”

He shook his head with a cold smile.

“Ah, but you’re merely a lingering consciousness—perhaps you can’t comprehend?”

Lawrence let out a derisive laugh and seized the White Blood Cult Master’s lingering consciousness—now in the form of a bat—in his grip.

“In this state, if you consumed human malice and blood to grow, a new soul would eventually form. But that won’t happen anymore.”

He smiled and tore away the bat-form’s wings, setting them ablaze.

[Kyieeeek!]

The White Blood Cult Master’s lingering consciousness shrieked with the same anguish as when the body was alive.

[W-wait! Please! I can…]

The White Blood Cult Master’s lingering consciousness thrashed about desperately, spraying its faint blood essence—its very lifeline—in a frantic struggle to survive.

“Silence. Just disappear.”

As Lawrence brought down the white flames gathered in both his hands, the White Blood Cult Master’s lingering consciousness began to burn away along with the bat’s form.

[Screeeeeech!]
“Denier Zigheart was right. You should never have existed in this world.”

As his bitter voice faded, the lingering consciousness of the White Blood Cult Master—the last proof of her existence—was completely erased.

“Sigh…”

Lawrence closed his eyes as if experiencing multiple emotions at once, then exhaled a sigh so heavy it seemed to crack the very ground beneath him.

“Is this truly…”

Lectar emerged from behind Lawrence, letting out a low groan.

“Enough for you to find satisfaction?”

He narrowed his eyes with concern.

“The true White Blood Cult Master was destroyed by Raon and Martha. What you killed just now was merely a lingering consciousness. Even if she hid away and grew stronger, she would become something entirely different from the White Blood Cult Master.”

Lectar’s brow furrowed deeply, worried that Lawrence had not achieved true vengeance.

“This is enough.”

Lawrence brushed his hands clean as if satisfied.

“Those children and that sword’s story ran far deeper and darker than my own. Simply witnessing it was sufficient.”

A faint smile crossed his face as he spoke of finding vicarious satisfaction in watching Martha and Raon’s battle.

“Besides, you and I both participated in this war.”

Lawrence nodded calmly, acknowledging that their support from behind had contributed to the victory.

“Still…”
“We must think ahead. Derus Robert’s gaze will be cast everywhere, so it was wise not to reveal the Holy Sword Association here.”

He regarded Lectar with quiet eyes, as if asking whether they should not prepare for the future.

“That future is my responsibility. It’s not something you need to concern yourself with.”
“Since you’ve meddled in my life, it’s only fair that I meddle in yours.”

Lawrence snorted derisively and walked past Lectar into the Cave deeper within the Forest.
Inside the Cave lay a man in white robes who appeared to be of the Celestial Race and several masked Assassins, all collapsed without even closing their eyes.

“We’ll need to dispose of these bodies in the Sea, so prepare yourself.”

Until now, there had been too many people around to handle the corpses, but now that the warriors of the Five Emperors Alliance were withdrawing, it seemed feasible to dump them into the Sea.

“Very well. I understand.”

Despite his words of understanding, Lectar’s gaze turned back toward the White Blood Cult Headquarters. He gazed upon the Battlefield where Raon had fought until the very end, a gentle smile gracing his features.

“Well done, my grandson.”

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I glanced at the moonlight streaming through the Window, considering the late hour.

It would be better to visit after sunrise.

Glen had instructed me to come immediately, but since it was still dawn, it seemed wiser to wait until daylight before heading to the Patriarch’s Hall.

I had already sent word to Evelyn, so perhaps I should return to sleep.

My injuries hadn’t fully healed yet, so I was closing my eyes to rest once more.

Then—

Whoooosh!

A sharp blade’s wind echoed from the Lakeside.

It must be my sister.

The distinctive sword energy of Sia that I had taught her naturally brought a smile to my face.

‘She’s improved considerably.’

Just from the sound of the sword wind, I could tell how much Sia’s swordsmanship had advanced. It was only natural—a genius putting in the effort as well.

‘Yes, just like that… hm?’

As I was about to close my eyes, using the sound of Sia’s sword wind as a lullaby, a familiar man’s voice drifted over from the lakeside.

It wasn’t Edgar or Julius, so I focused my aura on my hearing.

“Is this how you do it?”
“Perfect! You’re incredibly talented! Sirius. No, you’re almost at your younger brother’s level!”
“Really?”
“I’m telling you! Want to spar with me?”

Sia and the man seemed to be on good terms, conversing warmly.

‘Spar? Who on earth is that?’

Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I opened the window and stepped outside. As I approached the lake, I spotted a tall man standing beside Sia, observing her swordsmanship.

‘That back of his head seems familiar… wait!’

My jaw dropped as I saw the man’s back.

“D-Darkan!”

The back of Darkan’s head, which I had seen countless times during beggar lessons, was right beside Sia.

“What are you doing here!”
“Oh! You’re awake!”

Darkan turned to face me, his expression brightening with a refreshing smile.

“Your sister’s swordsmanship is quite entertaining! Mind if we spar?”

He waved at me like an old friend we hadn’t seen in ages.

“Of course not!”

I couldn’t hold back and let out a sharp cry.

“You madman!”

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