The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1077

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Chapter 1077

“That’s enough for today.”

Darkan waved his hand, releasing his grip on the black sword.

“Hah…”

I exhaled white breath as I drove the Heavenly Sword into the ground.

‘It’s getting harder and harder.’

After perfecting Flame Spirit, I refined Flame Dragon Bind, and after mastering that, I improved Flame Sea Technique.

Yet even after that, there remained higher sword techniques I needed to cultivate, leaving both body and spirit utterly depleted.

‘The morning sessions are no different.’

Glen recognized my growth and adjusted accordingly, strengthening the will infused into his blade.
Within my mental landscape, will and the Demon Lords’ authority still clashed, so despite growing both physically and mentally, I trained daily on the razor’s edge between life and death.
Even though he had grown physically and mentally, the powers of Yeui-nyeon and the Demon Lords were still clashing within his mindscape, so he was undergoing training where he faced death’s door every single day.

“I never thought I’d be exhausted in just a week.”

Raon clenched his fists with trembling hands. Despite having trained for only a week, exhaustion washed over him as if months had passed, and a hollow laugh escaped him.

-You, did you just admit to venting your frustration?
“Are you saying you just took out your frustration on me?”

Wrath nodded his head vigorously, saying he knew Wrath would be like that.

You claimed it was training for the children of Gwangpung Hall, but in the end you were just taking out your own frustration on them! You despicable bastard!

He gritted his teeth, muttering that the guy was vicious.

“So did the kids from Gwangpung Hall get stronger or not?”

I tilted my chin at Wrath.

-Huh? Uh, um….

Wrath blinked as if bewildered.

-‘They’ve grown stronger, haven’t they? The children advance, I release stress. It’s killing two birds with one stone.’

I puffed out my chest with even greater confidence.

-Really? Is that so?

Wrath’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

-It seems right, yet also sounds like nonsense. Being around the most insane lunatic under heaven, even the True Demon King is losing his mind….

He clutched his head, groaning as if he himself didn’t understand.

“Raon. Have you given thought to the question I posed a week ago?”

Glen approached and lowered his gaze toward me.

“I have considered it, but I haven’t yet arrived at an answer.”

I exhaled softly and shook my head.

“Then you cannot yet join our conversation?”

Darkan chuckled and turned away.

“Let’s go.”

He gestured to Glen, indicating that his current self could not participate in the discourse of the sword masters.

“Though it displeases me, his words ring true. Contemplate more deeply what I spoke of before.”

Glen left those words behind and departed from the Training Ground with Darkan.

“Sigh….”

Raon furrowed his brow and sank onto the earthen ground.

“Damn it….”

It was true that my martial power had been growing rapidly over the past week under Darkan and Glen’s training.

However, the most crucial aspect of this training was neither the growth of swordsmanship nor the strengthening of resolve.

‘Heart Sword.’

The primary objective was to cultivate the Heart Sword, which had reverted to 1-star after the Soul Reaper Sword shattered, but I never expected I couldn’t even begin.

“Show what through the Heart Sword? What does that even mean?”

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t grasp Glen’s meaning.

‘The Heart Sword is simply a blade forged by refining the soul.’
-Pathetic fool!

Wrath clicked his tongue in disapproval.

-Without the Soul Reaper Sword, you’re completely helpless?

He furrowed his brow as if disappointed.

‘You’re right. Even I think it’s pathetic.’

I exhaled a long sigh and nodded.

‘I’ve been relying too heavily on my master and the Soul Reaper Sword.’

I thought I’d been manifesting the Heart Sword through my own will, but now that I reflected on it, I realized I’d been dependent on Rimer and the Soul Reaper Sword for the most crucial parts.

Whoooosh.

A transparent aura rose above my palm. A hazy Heart Sword—an incomplete blade that possessed energy but lacked both form and intent.

‘I can use the Heart Sword, but I don’t know what it is.’

Raon drew a self-deprecating smirk as he watched the trembling Heart Sword.

‘I’ve awakened the Heart Sword, but I don’t know how I awakened it. How pathetic.’

He insulted himself and bit his lip deeply.

“I have no time to rest, yet I wish I could.”

When Raon lay down against the Training Ground wall, a small swallow descended from the sky above.

“Huh? It’s already back?”

The swallow he’d sent to deliver news to Lectar had returned with a reply.

Chirp!

The swallow nodded its head as if it had been a long time, then extended its right leg—where a letter was tied—forward.

“Thank you.”

Raon stroked the swallow’s head, then untied and read the letter bound to its leg.

[I believed that you and Zigheart would destroy the White Blood Cult and defeat the White Blood Cult Master. But seeing that belief become reality, I find myself unable to express my pride in mere words. Now that I’m old, tears simply flow. I wanted to be of help to you, yet I’m sorry I couldn’t walk alongside you. I am….]

The letter was brief—congratulating his victory and apologizing for not being able to help.

‘But….’

What was this part?

[Your blade cuts through even the White Blood Cult Master’s tenacity. Your battles always stir the hearts of people. I’m truly proud.]

Raon hadn’t mentioned in the letter he sent to Lectar that he’d killed the White Blood Cult Master directly.
He’d only written that he’d destroyed the White Blood Cult and that the White Blood Cult Master had died, yet Lectar had written the same content as if he’d witnessed the battle firsthand.

‘Could it be….’

Raon’s jaw trembled faintly.

‘Did Grandfather come as well?’

Now that I thought about it, it would have been stranger if he hadn’t. Lectar was someone who cherished me more than anyone else.

‘Wrath. During the war with the White Blood Cult, the person who supported us was….’

I turned to look at Wrath, my brow furrowing.

‘Grandfather?’
-Hup!

Wrath clamped his mouth shut.

‘Why didn’t you tell me? It wasn’t just any Demon Lord—it was Grandfather who helped us.’

I demanded an answer while stretching Wrath’s cheeks like cheese.

-Well, I figured if the old geezer deliberately kept himself hidden, he must have had his reasons!

Wrath raised his hand in protest.

-If it were just about deceiving Derus Robert, I could have sent you an aura message!

He shook his head, saying that he was simply being considerate of Lectar.

‘Hmm….’

I let out a low hum.

‘I suppose that’s fair.’

If Lectar didn’t even want me to know about it, as Wrath said, then there must be another reason behind his silence.

‘He’s usually an idiot, but he shows consideration at times like these.’

I chuckled as I looked at Wrath.

-At times like these? The True Demon King is always overflowing with consideration!

Wrath didn’t refute being called a fool, but grew angry only at the suggestion he lacked consideration. Every time I felt it, he truly was a peculiar one.

-And there were several others as well.
‘Several others?’
-Most of them I don’t know by name, but one was the fellow who threw you out for being too noisy.
‘Threw me out for being noisy? Ah! Lawrence!’

I clapped my hands together in delight.

‘So Lawrence came as well.’

Lawrence had said he would definitely participate in the war against the White Blood Cult, but he hadn’t appeared at that location.

I thought it was unfortunate for both him and us, but it seemed he had helped Martha and me from a position we couldn’t see.

Human bonds were strange—they seemed to break, yet continued to hold.

‘It’s good to hear news of Lawrence, but I’m worried about Grandfather.’

I narrowed my eyes as I reread the letter Lectar had written.

‘He should avoid anything dangerous.’

Lectar hadn’t participated in this war to strike at Derus Robert from behind, instead standing by as one pillar of the Four Demons.

I was worried about what he might do, deceiving even me.

“Sigh.”

I exhaled deeply and shook my head.

Uuuuuuung!

The incomplete soul blade hovering above my palm rippled like a puddle disturbed by a footstep, beginning to take on the form of a small blade.

Though it was a sword, its blade was wide enough that it could serve as a shield as well.

‘Could it be…’

I widened my eyes as I gazed upon the shield-like sword.

‘Is this the part the Head of House spoke of?’

My concern for Lectar, my desire to protect him—it seemed they had taken form in that shield-shaped blade.
The manifestation of a soul sword clearly bore the same grain as one’s will and intention.

‘So that’s why they asked about my will before beginning the training.’

Only now did I understand why Glen and Darkan had questioned what sword I wished to forge.

Whoooooosh.

I transformed the soul sword back into its original circular form and curled my lips upward.

‘Now I understand clearly.’

Glen and Darkan had remained silent all this time so that my soul could engrave this very realization.

‘Things will get busier. But first…’

I was about to refine my soul sword based on this newfound understanding when I opened my eyes again.

‘I should reply first.’

I wrote a response to Lectar and tied it to the leg of a young swallow that yawned.

“I’m counting on you.”
Chirp!

The swallow released a clear cry as if to say there was nothing to worry about, then soared into the distant sky.

-Are you not going after the old geezer and the madman?

Wrath narrowed his gaze as if questioning why I wasn’t pursuing Glen and Darkan.

‘Come to think of it, there was no need to follow them.’

I curled my lips upward as I held my soul aloft in my palm.

‘It’s not about creating someone else’s heart sword—it’s about forging my own.’

Glen and Darkan weren’t here to craft a heart sword for me, but to nurture its growth. My blade had to be built by my own hands.

-Now you’re beginning to understand.

Wrath nodded approvingly at my realization.

‘Watch.’

I slowly closed my eyes and recalled everything I had accumulated thus far.

‘See how my blade transforms.’

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“What are you grinning about?”

Lawrence narrowed his eyes as he watched Lectar smiling after receiving the letter.

“What did that boy Raon write?”
“He’s telling me to stop doing strange things and just sleep with my legs stretched out.”

Lectar waved his hand without taking his eyes off the letter.

“He’s figured out that we went to the White Blood Cult Headquarters.”
“He noticed that?”

Lawrence let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Lectar’s letter.

“His instincts are sharp as ever. So all that interference was intentional on his part.”

He smiled faintly, recalling how Raon had deliberately sought me out in that cave.

“He says he gained enlightenment about his heart sword thanks to me. It was worth sending a reply despite being busy.”

Lectar’s complexion bloomed with radiance as he read Raon’s letter, as if the mere act brought him joy.

“You’re that happy about your grandson?”

Lawrence narrowed his eyes as he watched Lectar treat the letter like a precious treasure.

“Happy? My son, whom I thought was dead, has given me a beautiful daughter-in-law and not one but two of the Continent’s greatest talents. How could I not be overjoyed?”

Lectar nodded, saying that family becomes precious precisely because each member has endured their own hardships.

“I see. I suspect I’ll never know such a feeling in my lifetime.”

Lawrence shook his head with a bitter gleam in his eyes.

“Why not? You should experience it too.”

Lectar patted Lawrence’s shoulder, urging him to find a good woman and marry.

“If I had a child, who knows what kind of monster would emerge.”

Lawrence rolled his eyes, saying one monster was already enough.

“No one is born a monster. You’re proof of that yourself.”

Lectar gazed at him with warm eyes, saying Lawrence himself was the evidence.

“You are also my family, Lawrence.”
“Hmm….”

Lawrence frowned, finding the warmth in Lectar’s gaze burdensome, yet he did not voice any refusal.

“Master. Lord Lawrence.”

Mustan, who had been walking ahead, gestured to the two of them.

“I can see a white barrier ahead. It appears we’ve found the right place.”

He pointed to a white veil shimmering at the base of Stone Mountain. Though it bore the same color as the White Blood Cult’s barrier, a sacred aura flowed through it rather than blood energy.

“Stop spouting useless words. Focus.”

Lawrence brushed Lectar’s hand away, biting his lip.

“If you let your guard down even for a moment, you’ll never see that beloved grandson of yours again.”

He spoke to steel my resolve and tied back his hair.

“You be careful too. This isn’t a battle—it’s merely reconnaissance.”

As Lectar pressed a button on his sleeve, his face began to shift, transforming into that of a man in his twenties. It appeared to be some sort of artifact for concealing one’s identity.

“Let’s go.”

Lectar stepped toward the white veil without the slightest hesitation.

‘For family.’

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Another week had passed.

I continued my training bouts with Glen to strengthen my will, and afterward, I cultivated the mysteries of the Ten Thousand Swords alongside Darkan.

With each passing day, I could feel my will and swordsmanship growing more formidable.

Apart from Wrath’s complaints about growing tired of the Main Mansion’s food and the fact that my heart sword remained incomplete, there were no other problems.

-Isn’t that the biggest problem of all?

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Another week has gone by.”

Darkan twisted his lips into a wry smile as he stood before me.

“How about it? Do you understand now?”

He shrugged his shoulders as if asking how much longer he would have to wait.

“Your will and swordsmanship are growing far too quickly for your current level.”

Glen nodded calmly as he looked at me.

“But it’s regrettable that you’ve made no progress whatsoever in the most crucial mental sword cultivation.”

He furrowed his brow, noting that it seemed to be taking longer than expected.

“Tell me—how much of what I said did you understand?”
“All of it. I’ve grasped the meaning behind everything you said, Head of House.”

I looked up at Glen and nodded.

“A week ago.”
“What?”

Glen’s lips parted, and his eyes widened.

“Wait—you understood a week ago? Then why are you telling me now?”

Darkan blinked blankly, unable to comprehend.

“Because my blade must be forged by my own hand.”

I drove the Heavenly Sword into the ground of the Training Ground and brought both hands together before my chest.

“Only now have I grasped the intent and form I desired.”

I asked them to watch as I summoned an intangible blade that ordinary humans could not perceive.

Whoooosh!

Waves of flame and frost crashed down upon the formless spirit, still raw as unworked metal.

The two forces struck like a master craftsman’s hammer, tempering my soul and honing it into a blade with a keen, living edge.

Though still in the form of a fledgling short sword, its noble and beautiful blade bore the same ethereal grace as the vanished Soul Reaper Sword.

Whoooosh!

Crimson flames and azure frost blazed simultaneously along the blade, connected to the black sword guard—a sight that evoked both wonder and dread in equal measure.

“An eternal flame that never extinguishes. And a frost that never melts….”

Darkan felt the power and will dwelling within his heart sword, releasing a long breath of awe.

“Are you truly insane?”

He unleashed the highest praise that a madman like himself could offer.
He/She showered praise on it.

“And a sword that doesn’t break.”

Glen’s jaw trembled as he spoke of how his oath had been manifested in the Holy Sword through his conviction and aura.

“I was wrong. You did it faster and better than I thought.”

He nodded with warm eyes, seemingly pleased that it had far exceeded his expectations.

[The power of the Demon Lords strengthens.]
[Your soul’s rank has ascended.]
[The grade of the trait 【Heart Sword】 has risen by two stages.]
[The rank of the trait 【Deep Inspection】 has increased by two levels.]

Raon smiled as he watched the messages appearing before his eyes.

Hmm. After not sleeping a single minute for a week and pulling all-nighters every night, this is the least I deserve.

Wrath didn’t get angry like before, and simply snorted as if it were only natural.

I did it.

You can go now without worry.

Raon closed his eyes as he felt a clear, refreshing breeze blowing down from above his head.

‘Today….’

For the first time since beginning this training, Raon smiled as he surrendered himself to the tranquil depths of slumber.

‘I’ll be able to sleep peacefully.’

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