The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1123

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Chapter 1123

Whoooosh.

I opened my eyes in the darkness where starlight poured down.

‘I had a hunch, and sure enough, he was here.’

The Zigheart Ancestor had always left traces of himself in places connected to the sword.

Stone Sword, Manhwagong, Zigheart’s Training Hall, Holy Sword Association, underwater caves carved with sword patterns—whenever I visited places related to the sword, I could discover his past imprinted there. So I thought there might be traces of him left in Mugeomgak as well.

I thought Sigeomgak was the most likely place and desperately wanted to enter it, but I never expected things to unfold this smoothly.

‘So where is this….’

Looking around, I saw sheer cliffs. The familiar shapes of the peaks suggested this was Geommoo Mountain.

‘But this isn’t the current Geommoo Mountain.’

Geommoo Mountain from before Mugeomgak was built. An era when nothing existed around it except
stone mountains alone.

‘What does he want to show me this time?’

As I turned my gaze searching for the Zigheart Ancestor, a massive flame fell from the sky.

Kuuuuuuung!

From within the golden flames, the Zigheart Ancestor and the female mage who always followed him emerged.

However, the two of them looked far different from their usual
pristine appearance.
They bore severe wounds as if they had just fought through a fierce battle, and they appeared mentally exhausted as well.

‘Is there a monster capable of wounding those two?’

The Zigheart Ancestor I had witnessed thus far was stronger than anyone I knew. The fellow mage who accompanied him had also transcended far beyond the ordinary, yet I couldn’t fathom why he had fallen into such a state.

“Sigh….”

The Purple-Robed Mage leaned on her staff and exhaled deeply.

“How long has it been since that dreadful war ended? And now chaos erupts again.”

She shook her head, lamenting that things were far more exhausting than she had anticipated.

“….”

The Zigheart Ancestor merely gazed at the starlit sky of Geommoo Mountain, as though calculating something.

“In any case, this matter is finished, isn’t it?”

The Purple-Robed Mage clasped her hands together, pleading for confirmation that it was over.

“For now, yes.”

The Zigheart Ancestor exhaled slowly, as though something still remained unresolved.

“For now?”

The Purple-Robed Mage’s eyes narrowed with concern.

“Are you saying it will emerge again later?”

She stamped her foot in protest, and the mana-infused impact caused Geommoo Mountain to tremble, sending boulders cascading down.

“They will not surrender.”

The Zigheart Ancestor nodded calmly, as though he could see the future itself.

“Then we cannot remain idle!”

The Purple-Robed Mage brought her staff down with force.

“We must erase them all right now! Time is running out!”

She bit her lip, unable to allow the same tragedy to repeat itself.

“Future generations will never be able to stop it.”
“That’s why we came here. To Geommoo Mountain, where the continent’s most concentrated spiritual essence flows.”

The Zigheart Ancestor withdrew a jewel from his breast that burned pitch-black. No—it wasn’t a jewel at all, but rather resembled the scale of some creature.

Whoooosh!

As he flicked his finger, golden flames erupted and consumed the black inferno that raged atop the scale.

Sizzzzzzle!

The Zigheart Ancestor drove the scale—now charred by the golden heat—into the ground beneath his feet.
Despite the earth being composed of thick stone, the scale pierced through the ground like a blade.

Whoooosh.

Yet the malice emanating from the scale was so overwhelming that a faint demonic aura began to spread across Geommoo Mountain.

“I’m counting on you.”

The Zigheart Ancestor stepped back with a faint smile.

“You certainly do ask for a lot.”

The Purple-Robed Mage exhaled a brief sigh before crossing her hands.

As she began her incantation, blue mana surged forth, and the rocks fractured by the scale returned to their original form,
while delicate flowers began to bloom all around.
The malice that had emanated from the black scale completely dissipated.

“Phew.”

She collapsed to the ground, her face now far paler than before, as if the effort had exhausted her.

“Thank you.”

The Zigheart Ancestor helped the Purple-Robed Mage to her feet, gently patting her back.

“Anyway!”

The Purple-Robed Mage pouted, yet a subtle smile played across her lips—she didn’t entirely dislike his support.

“Listen… I’m sorry to bring this up now, but we still have a few more places we need to visit.”
“Oh, come on!”

It was while the Zigheart Ancestor and the Purple-Robed Mage were exchanging idle conversation.

Thump!

The falling petals froze mid-air. Time within this memory halted, and the world began to drain into grayscale. Even I, who had been summoned into the past, could no longer move.

Goooooo!

In the world where everything had stopped, the First Head of House Zigheart slowly rose and turned his body. His eyes blazed with intensity, as if he knew I was here.

Eyes burning like crimson flames. They were not Glen’s—they were my own reflection staring back at me, identical in every way.

“It is nearly time.”

The Zigheart Ancestor looked directly at me, not at the Purple-Robed Mage, and nodded with clear recognition.

“I believe in you.”

With the Zigheart Ancestor’s crystalline voice resonating through my chest, I opened both eyes.
The original characters inscribed in the Nameless tome I held in my hand faded away, replaced by new words that emerged.

The sword manual had reclaimed its true name.
It was the Infinite Time Sword.

“Is this actually a feasible sword technique in reality?”

Martha’s forgotten voice shattered the illusion. The memory had finished replaying, and I seemed to have returned to Sigeomgak.

-You wretch, what else have you been seeing!

Wrath furrowed his brow, demanding why I kept sending out only my soul while leaving my body behind.

—The True Demon King is not a dog guarding your body!

Wrath shook his head, telling me to stop doing strange things. He seemed a bit anxious.

‘I’m sorry.’

I apologized to Wrath with both hands pressed together, then gazed down at the floor of Sigeomgak.

‘Those scales aren’t something I should be searching for and removing.’

I swallowed dryly and clenched my fists.

‘It’s a seal that must be protected no matter what happens.’

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I thoroughly studied every book in Sigeomgak, laying the groundwork to elevate my mastery to the realm of ten thousand swords in the future, then ascended the staircase once more.

“That took longer than I expected.”

Bridget, who had been waiting at the entrance of Sigeomgak, let out a soft laugh.

“Couldn’t find the martial arts manual you were looking for?”

She nodded her chin, saying that Sigeomgak contained only unusual texts, as she had mentioned. She seemed to know every book in Sigeomgak.

“No. I found what I was looking for.”

I shook my head, recalling the Zigheart Ancestor’s memories and the Infinite Sword Technique he had left behind.

“Since I was already in Sigeomgak, I read through all the other books as well, which is why it took so long.”

I smiled, mentioning that I had read every martial arts manual that existed in Sigeomgak.

“What, what…?”

Bridget asked in disbelief.

“You… you read all of it? Every single martial technique manual inside?”

Her eyes widened in even greater astonishment than when I had first appeared stronger.

“Yes. I read through all of it and memorized the necessary sections.”

I nodded calmly.

“Is that even possible?”

Bridget drew a sharp breath, thinking it was absurdly fast for someone to emerge with such results.

“For someone of your caliber, it’s certainly feasible.”

Heekyuk Je nodded, indicating that such a feat wasn’t particularly difficult.

“Anyway, these thick-headed monsters…”

Bridget furrowed her brow, lamenting that such a task was impossible for someone of her limited intellect.

“Akgeomhu, do you happen to know what lies beneath Mugeomgak?”

I pointed my finger downward at the ground of Mugeomgak.

“Beneath it? Below is Geommoo Mountain—what are you asking?”

Bridget tilted her head, questioning why I would ask such a thing.

“….”

I gazed silently into Bridget’s eyes.

“That doesn’t seem to be what you meant.”

Heekyuk Je sensed my aura and narrowed his eyes.

“It seems you’re asking what purpose Mugeomgak serves?”

She exhaled slowly through her tightly pursed lips.

“What did you see in Sigeomgak?”

Bridget fixed her gaze upon me, her fingertips tensing with force. She seemed to know that something lay beneath Mugeomgak, even if she didn’t understand the scales themselves.

“I’m not entirely certain myself. But I do know it must be protected at all costs.”

Since I couldn’t properly explain the Zigheart Ancestor, I offered a vague response.

“You truly are a peculiar one. Even more so than Sigeomgak itself.”

Bridget’s eyes narrowed deeply before she lowered her hand.

“You’re right. On Geommoo Mountain, there exists something that Mugeomgak must protect with their very lives. I don’t know what it is or what it means, but it has been passed down since before Mugeomgak bore its current name.”

She tapped the desk lightly, saying she couldn’t determine when this obligation had begun to be transmitted.

“That’s surprising. I thought you wouldn’t uphold such traditions, Bridget.”

I smiled faintly as I watched Bridget furrow her brow.

“Originally, I didn’t. I thought it was merely one of those tedious legends that every sect passes down.
But…”

Bridget’s eyes shifted toward Heekyuk Je.

“Ariel told me that something genuinely grotesque was actually buried beneath Mugeomgak.”

She sighed, saying she never expected the legend to be true.

“My master spoke of it, and since it’s the will of my ancestors, I’m making an effort to honor it.”

Bridget nodded, saying it wasn’t particularly difficult.

“I see.”

I nodded calmly.

“Then please accept this.”

I handed over the Infinite Sword Manual that the Zigheart Ancestor had left behind in Sigeomgak to Bridget. Since I had already memorized it completely, there was no problem in passing it along.

“What is this… huh?”

Bridget turned the pages one by one with her own hands, her eyes widening in shock.

“Did this come from Sigeomgak?”

Her pupils trembled as she insisted she had never seen such a sword manual before.

“Yes. It appears to be a gift left by the person who gave the order to protect Geommoo Mountain.”

I nodded, explaining that through the Infinite Sword Manual, I had discovered that something was sealed within Geommoo Mountain.

“Hmm….”

Bridget suddenly lifted her head while flipping through the martial arts manual.

“Are you really sure I can have this? This isn’t an ordinary sword manual.”

She swallowed hard, saying it seemed like a sword manual of the highest tier or above.

“In exchange, please protect this place well.”

I smiled and nodded.

“Sigh….”

Bridget shook her head as if she couldn’t understand. I could feel her affection toward me growing sharply.

“Alright. I don’t know what’s in here, but I’ll definitely protect it!”

Bridget struck the desk with her fist as if to assure me. I felt a bit sorry for the desk that kept taking her blows.

“Now then, we should talk about our story too.”

Heekyuk Je approached Raon and Bridget’s side with a faint smile.

“The Five Sovereigns. Or rather, now that only Baekgyeong and Mugeomgak remain, we shall support Raon Zigheart as a successor candidate to the Zigheart leadership as an allied force.”

She declared her support for Raon and presented the emblem of Baekgyeong.

“Here you go.”

Bridget, as if she had prepared beforehand, handed over the emblem of Mugeomgak that lay on the desk.

“Thank you.”

I accepted the emblems from Baekgyeong and Mugeomgak with both hands and bowed my head. It was the support of the largest force I had encountered thus far, and it felt as weighty as holding a lead ingot in my palm.

“There is one more thing I wish to ask of you both. Very soon….”

I turned my body and faced Heekyuk Je directly.

“You’re asking us to participate in the coming war, aren’t you?”

Heekyuk Je nodded as if she already knew my intentions.

“Of course we must join. Even if that future cannot be seen.”

She drew a faint smile, declaring that she would naturally participate in the war. Seeing that she showed no anxiety even while speaking of the future, it seemed she had completely shed her inner demons.

‘No, it’s more than that.’

I had been so focused on Bridget and Brianna that I hadn’t noticed—Heekyuk Je also emanated an entirely different aura than before.
She had completely cast off her inner demons and fully integrated all the insights she had previously gained. As I properly recognized her, I felt an unmistakable strength.

“Don’t worry! I’ll go to the battlefield and sweep everything away.”

Bridget thumped her chest with her fist, insisting I leave it to her.

“No.”

I shook my head at Bridget.

“You don’t need to come, Bridget.”
“What? Why?”

Bridget’s eyes widened as if asking what I meant.

“Perhaps….”

I twisted my lips upward while gazing at Geommoo Mountain beneath Mugeomgak.

“This place will become a battlefield too.”

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I smacked my lips while observing the marks of Heekyuk Je and Bridget.

‘If I visit just one or two more places, I should be able to pass the test without much difficulty.’

With the support of Habun Castle, Sepia, the Arian Family, and now Baekgyeong and Mugeomgak, obtaining backing from just two more factions would make passing the second successor candidate test quite manageable.

‘Where should I go next?’

The Holy Kingdom with that reckless Saint would be ideal.

If I could gain support from the Five Emperors as well, I could go to Valcar, Owen, or the Beast Alliance, but since they couldn’t participate in this test, I needed to find another location.

Among the remaining places, the Holy Kingdom seemed to have the greatest influence and military strength.

Just as I was deciding on my next destination and tucking the marks into my chest—

Tap-tap-tap!

A young swallow flew through the Dormitory window. It was the swallow I had sent to inform Lectar of my whereabouts, but dried blood clung to its wings and forehead.

“What is this!”

I urgently opened the window and caught the swallow in my hand.

“Are you alright?”
Chirp.

The swallow lifted its wings and legs without issue, as if the blood wasn’t its own.

“Then….”

I swallowed hard and unfolded the letter tied to the swallow’s leg.

It was Lectar’s reply. He praised me for my accomplishments and wrote that he was still at the Holy Sword Association, spending peaceful time with others.

Yet the outside of the letter was also splattered with red blood. As someone who had lived my entire life as an assassin, I could tell.
This was human blood, not from a monster or beast that had fought the swallow.

“Right now….”

I bit my lip as I looked at the young swallow.

“Where is Grandfather?”

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