The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1118

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Chapter 1118

“Haa…”

I exhaled sharply as I gazed up at the Stone Mountain, its face sheer and jagged as if hewn by a blade.

“Is… is this Geommoo Mountain where Mugeomgak is located?”

Dorian’s jaw trembled as he struggled to comprehend how one could possibly ascend such a peak.

“That’s right.”

I nodded, standing beside Dorian.

“This mountain earned its name because it rises straight and sharp like a finely honed blade. Even seasoned warriors find it difficult to climb.”

Geommoo Mountain was treacherous—towering and laden with jagged stone. The terrain was so formidable that merely ascending it was said to constitute training in itself.

-Damn, it’s ridiculously high.

Wrath exhaled a heavy sigh.

-There’s nothing to eat here…

He smacked his lips wistfully, remembering the blissful days spent eating ice cream at the Arian Family.

“Sending it off from here would be ideal. There should be plenty of prey around.”

I tied a letter addressed to Lectar to the leg of a young swallow I’d received from the Bi-Yeon Society and released it skyward.

-Interesting. You send letters to that old man but not to the other geezer.

Wrath tilted his head curiously at the fact that I only sent letters to Lectar.

‘I see my maternal grandfather frequently, but my paternal grandfather is harder to meet.’

I encountered Glen at the end of each mission and could see him at home, but Lectar was difficult to visit, so I wanted to send him letters often.

—That tactless fellow is surprisingly decent at this sort of thing.

Wrath nodded approvingly, his chin jutting forward slightly.

—When the True Demon King goes to the Demon Realm later, send letters every day! Include passages praising the True Demon King!
‘Sure. I’ll do that.’
—Put some soul into it! Your emotions are completely hollow!

He cried out, insisting I wasn’t being sincere.

“Isn’t Mugeomgak supposed to be near Baekgyeong?”

Martha tilted her head in confusion, having spotted the Mugeomgak marker on the continental map.

“That’s a branch. Though it’s massive—larger than most headquarters—the true Mugeomgak is here on Geommoo Mountain.”
“Unusual as it may be for something so massive, the real Mugeomgak is here on Geommoo Mountain.”

Raon waved his hand lightly.

“So where is Mugeomgak located?”

Martha placed her hand on her forehead and looked up at Geommoo Mountain.

“If the mountain is that high, then you wouldn’t be at the summit, would you?”

She lowered her eyebrows, saying she seemed to be somewhere in the middle.

“No, that’s normal.”

Raon raised his finger and pointed to the peak of Geommoo Mountain.

“I… I don’t think I’d even be able to breathe over there…”

Dorian gasped for breath as he gazed at the peak of Geommoo Mountain shrouded in clouds.

“Then I’ll need to use this!”
“Then I’ll have to use this!”

Dorian pulled out a round bead from the ship’s pocket as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“It’s a high-altitude artifact that makes breathing easier! An absolute necessity for travelers!”

He told me not to worry
and placed the artifact in his mouth.

“That won’t be necessary.”

Evelyn removed the artifact from Dorian’s mouth and approached my side.

“With a single spell of mine, you can breathe comfortably anywhere.”

She told me to
rely on her, gently brushing my shoulder.

“I have no intention of using magic or artifacts.”

I shook my head and gazed once more at Geommoo Mountain.

“The reason Akgeomhu and the other Mugeomgak swordsmen are so formidable is because they trained at the mountain’s peak.”

At high altitudes, even breathing itself becomes a challenge.
The Mugeomgak swordsmen had trained at the summit of Geommoo Mountain, giving them overwhelmingly superior lung capacity compared to other martial artists.
They achieved great feats in actual combat through their profound respiratory strength and noble spirit.

“Let’s ascend while thinking of it as training. Don’t use your aura.”

I considered the climb itself a form of training and began ascending the mountain first.

-You’re a transcendent being!

Wrath furrowed his brow in exasperation.

-What training could you possibly gain from mere mountain climbing!

He waved his hand dismissively, urging me to climb faster.

‘No, there must be something to gain from this.’

I shook my head, refusing to listen to him.

-Wow, he’s obsessed in other ways too, but when it comes to training, he’s an absolute lunatic that can’t be matched.

Wrath shook his head in disbelief, muttering that I was truly a hopeless training fanatic.

“Y-you’re training here too…?”

Dorian clutched his head as if already exhausted.

“Training? Then let’s do it!”

Martha, on the other hand, seemed delighted as she clapped her fists together and stretched her legs.

“I don’t have to, right? I’m a mage.”

Evelyn floated into the air, indicating she’d take it easy.

“Suit yourself.”

I shrugged at Evelyn before ascending Geommoo Mountain.
From the entrance to the midpoint, it was no different from any other mountain, but beyond that, the slope became so steep it felt like climbing a cliff face.

‘This is manageable.’

No matter how high the mountain was or that I wasn’t using aura, I wouldn’t tire from simple mountain climbing.
However, the steep incline helped me find the precise center of gravity in my body.

-So you’re growing even in small increments. Really…

Wrath let out an exasperated laugh, seeming fed up.

‘As you said, I’ve reached transcendence. Standing right below the highest tier.’

I gazed at my hands, their calluses deeply ingrained.

‘There’s almost nothing left that can make me grow as rapidly as awakening did. I have to become stronger bit by bit, even like this.’

Since I didn’t know when war with Derus Robert would erupt, I had to grow stronger by any means necessary, even if only incrementally.

“Oh! That tree is a rare Siban tree!”

Dorian rushed toward a tree that resembled a fish bone while climbing the mountain, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“I have to grab this! It’s an essential ingredient!”

He took a sharp breath and uprooted the tree entirely, stuffing it into his ship’s pouch.

“Huh? Is that a Murang fruit? That’s also an essential ingredient for sweetening seasonings!”

Dorian moved to the right and harvested a cluster of yellow, spherical fruits.

“Here we go again.”

Martha sighed as she watched Dorian gathering supplies from every direction.

‘Already…’

Unlike Martha, Raon’s eyes widened as he observed Dorian.

‘Has his Authority awakened?’

As Dorian placed the tree and fruits into his ship’s pouch, I sensed a new breath blooming within his soul.
The Authority of Gluttony that dwelled within my own soul—Gluttony’s gift had awakened.

-Heh, it seems so!

Wrath nodded, saying he could see gluttony blooming within Dorian’s soul.

Uuuuuung.

Unbeknownst to Dorian himself, his combat power and mental fortitude were gradually growing through the Authority of Gluttony.

‘This is no joke.’

To grow stronger while doing what he loved—it was a far more formidable ability than I’d imagined.

‘I absolutely must obtain more of this.’

I turned around to look at Martha and Evelyn, who floated in the empty air.

Evelyn would naturally harmonize with Rust without hesitation. But…

What about Martha and Burren? Who would suit them?

I wanted to find Demon Lords whose power aligned with both of them, but no suitable abilities came to mind.

No—I had to find them regardless.

To minimize casualties, I needed to strengthen the swordmasters by any means necessary.

I resolved to elevate Burren and Martha to transcendence without exception
and turned my gaze toward Wrath.

—W-why are you suddenly looking at the True Demon King like that!

Wrath’s jaw trembled as if he’d been caught off guard.

—Stop making that terrifying expression!

He shook his head vigorously.

—Every time you get that look in your eyes, something strange happens!

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I arrived at the main gate of Mugeomgak atop Geommoo Mountain before sunset.

The main gate of Mugeomgak was so narrow that only two people could pass through side by side, and so weathered that it would crumble with the slightest force.
It was a humble place, difficult to imagine as one of the top ten powers on the Continent.

Yet, perhaps due to the noble atmosphere of Geommoo Mountain itself, the building emanated a sharp, blade-like aura.

Creak—

As I approached the main gate, the door opened with a loud noise, and a blue-haired girl who appeared to be in her mid-teens walked out.

“This is Mugeomgak. What brings you to our halls?”

The Charm Girl bowed respectfully before straightening, and despite her youth, an intense aura of swordsmanship emanated from her presence.

“I am the Master of Gwangpung Hall from Zigheart. I’ve come to meet with the Master of Mugeomgak.”

Though I was still young, I introduced myself with equal formality, representing Gwangpung Hall in this meeting.

“Ah! You must be Raon!”

The Charm Girl’s green eyes widened as recognition finally dawned on her features.

“Please wait a moment.”

Despite her surprise, she didn’t forget her duties and returned into Mugeomgak.

“That girl’s got backbone, doesn’t she?”

Dorian smacked his lips, remarking that she seemed more mature than himself.

“Right? She’s better than you, even.”

Martha nodded in agreement.

“W-wait! That’s not fair! I’ve spent years living by the sword too!”

Dorian waved both hands defensively.

“The Dorian I know could never pull that off. You’d stumble over your words the moment an important guest arrived.”

Martha smirked knowingly.

“N-no, that’s not true!”
“See? You’re stammering right now.”

As the two engaged in their lighthearted banter, the main gate of Mugeomgak opened once more, and familiar faces emerged.

“How did you end up here?”

Bridget, who served as the Master of Mugeomgak and bore the epithet Akgeomhu, widened her eyes upon seeing me.

“I heard someone was coming up from below, but I didn’t realize it was you, Raon.”

Ariel offered a faint smile, as if genuinely pleased.

“Still, I imagine you’ve come here because of the successor selection, haven’t you?”

She nodded gently, having already learned of Zigheart’s circumstances.

“Successor selection?”

Bridget tilted her head, clearly confused by the remark.

“I mentioned it before—Zigheart is currently holding a successor selection examination.”

Ariel lowered her hand, insisting she had spoken of this previously.

“I think you told my sister about that? I don’t remember hearing it.”

Bridget tapped her forehead lightly, urging her to think harder.

“Oh, that’s right!”

Ariel clapped her hands softly as the memory returned.

“I told Brianna because she was so interested in you, Raon.”

She nodded, clarifying that she had spoken to Brianna, not Bridget.

-Ah, that’s right.

Wrath whistled as he observed Bridget.

-Those twins sharing one body—that’s what they were, wasn’t it?
‘That’s correct.’

I gave a small nod of acknowledgment.

‘Brianna and Bridget—two souls sharing this single body. It’s coincidence, but I was the one who awakened them both.’

I recalled the time I’d awakened Brianna and Heekyuk Je while attempting to forge an alliance between the Divine Continent Five Regions and Zigheart, and a faint smile crossed my face.

“Is Brianna present right now?”

Raon tilted his chin slightly as he looked at Bridget.

“She’s still wielding her sword in the mental realm. She barely comes out—probably trying to catch up to you.”

Bridget frowned, calling her sister a relentless person.

“You seem rather intense yourself, Bridget.”

Raon examined Bridget’s entire frame and

“What? What do you mean—”
“You said you didn’t want to train your body because of your sister, yet you’ve been diligently conditioning yourself.”

Raon smiled as he felt how much more toned Bridget’s physique had become compared to before.

“N-nonsense! I trained because I wanted to!”

Bridget shook her head vigorously, insisting it had nothing to do with her sister Brianna.

“Stop the excuses and explain what you meant by coming here for the successor candidate’s support!”

She stomped her foot, demanding an explanation.

“The Head of House has set a successor selection test, and the objective is to secure supporters.”

Raon explained to Bridget the reason he’d come to this place.

“Hmph. So you came seeking Mugeomgak’s support.”

Bridget let out a scoff and crossed her arms.

“My support isn’t something you can obtain so easily—”
“I’ll do it.”

Heekyuk Je nodded calmly, as though he had already made his decision.

“Ariel!”

Bridget’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Are you serious?”
“Compared to the opportunity Raon gave us, providing support is something we can do without hesitation. And….”

Heekyuk Je smiled faintly, as if seeing through everything.

“Besides, you were planning to do it anyway if we just dragged out the time a bit, weren’t you?”
“Ugh….”

Bridget pressed her lips together, caught in her own thoughts.

“Fine, fine! I’ll do it from the start!”

She furrowed her brows, insisting she had always intended to help.

“Thank you both. However….”

I raised my hand toward Heekyuk Je and Bridget.

“My reason for coming here is not merely for support.”
“Then?”

Bridget tilted her head, questioning my purpose.

“It’s the same as Heekyuk Je’s.”

I pointed toward Heekyuk Je with my raised hand.

“I heard that Mugeomgak holds a swordsmanship tournament every ten years where aura cannot be used, and the victor gains access to the Archives, which houses rare sword techniques….”

I placed my hand on the blade of the Heavenly Sword and smiled wickedly.

“As an allied force of the Divine Continent Five Regions, I wish to participate in that tournament.”

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Footsteps echoed through the dim corridor—a sound that sent shivers down the spine.

The owner of that eerie cadence was Derus Robert, his silver hair cascading down in long waves. He entered the office with a chilling gait that seemed to press the very earth beneath his feet.

“Congratulations on your breakthrough, my lord.”

Kubara, who had been waiting in the office, knelt before Derus Robert and bowed her head.

“A breakthrough, you say…”

Derus Robert settled onto the sofa, gazing at his pristine white hands.

“I wonder if such a thing as a ‘breakthrough’ truly exists for the Heart Sword.”

A leisurely smile played across his lips as he lifted something transparent above his palm.

“Just as martial arts have no end, it seems this Heart Sword possesses no terminus either.”

Derus Robert smiled with transparent eyes, like a sage who had transcended the world itself.

“Still, I’ve reached the level I desired. I should express my gratitude to the Holy Sword Master.”

As he spoke the Holy Sword Master’s name, a chill of murderous intent rippled through the air, and a sinister aura crept forth as if heaven and earth themselves had turned malevolent.

“Report the events that occurred during my time in the Cultivation Chamber, arranged in order of importance.”

Derus Robert nodded, indicating he would hear the report first.

“I regret to inform you, but the first matter I must report is grave news. Three factories for gathering divine power have been destroyed.”

Kubara spoke without daring to meet Derus Robert’s gaze, her lips trembling.

Kubara parted her lips without daring to even look at Derus Robert.

“It must be the work of a single individual.”

Derus Robert nodded, his chin tilting slightly—a gesture urging me to continue.

“The first attack was executed so flawlessly that we couldn’t even identify the enemy. Despite precautions at the second factory, we suffered total annihilation once more. So for the third attempt…”

Kubara drew a sharp breath before continuing.

“We received assistance from Raphael. Thanks to him, we were able to identify the attacker.”

She lifted her head, her voice steady as she confirmed the attacker’s identity.

“The factory’s assailant is Lectar, the Holy Sword Union Master, and his subordinates.”

Kubara’s eyes, which had been unfocused, suddenly gleamed with certainty as she spoke Lectar’s name.

“As I suspected.”

Derus Robert nodded calmly, as though he’d already anticipated this outcome.

“I intended to use him appropriately before the war and then discard him, but if he’s going to act like this, there’s no choice.”

A cold smile spread across his face as he drew a thin, long finger across his throat in a cutting gesture.

“It would be best to kill him.”

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