The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1136

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Chapter 1136

‘Now let me verify something.’

Raon sat down on the crouched Wrath and summoned the reward message again.

[You have achieved a great Achievement.]
[You have witnessed 【Death】.]
[All stats increase by 100 points.]

I slowly scrolled through the messages before my gaze halted at the second line.

‘Witnessed Death? What does that mean?’

The “great Achievement” above it had become so familiar that I could recite it by heart, but this phrase about witnessing Death was something I had never encountered before.

‘It must be because I glimpsed Derus Robert’s memories.’

Thanks to Glen, a portion of Derus Robert’s heart technique had been absorbed into my soul, allowing me to witness his memories—that was undoubtedly why this message appeared.

‘But that’s not all, is it?’

I smacked my lips softly and looked at the message that appeared on the fourth line.

[A new trait 【Aura of Death】 has been created.]

It wasn’t merely witnessing Derus Robert’s memories—the trait itself, the Aura of Death that he possessed, had been generated within me.

Whoosh.

I summoned the dark aura that lay dormant in the depths of my soul, and a faint black flame, like the dying embers of a burnt-out fire, flickered at the tip of my pinky finger.

‘The Aura of Death.’

Though exceedingly faint, it was the exact same power that Derus wielded.

‘To think that the Aura of Death would manifest in someone who possesses the 【Blade that Cleaves Death】 trait.’

To be honest, I was a bit flustered by an ability I had never even considered before.

-Huh…?

Wrath, who had been lying on the ground, widened his eyes as he saw the aura of death blazing from his fingertips.

-What, what is this! Why do you possess the aura of death!

He pushed me away and sprang to his feet.

‘It seems like Derus Robert’s heart technique was reversed and sucked into me instead.’

Raon waved his fingers, saying that when Glen had severed the connected heart technique, Derus’s power appeared to have been absorbed.

-I, I’m insane…

Wrath opened his mouth in utter disbelief.

-You didn’t get absorbed—you absorbed instead? What kind of monster are you!

His plump cheeks trembled as he couldn’t comprehend my very existence.

‘Well, it’s not particularly useful anyway.’

I erased the black flame clinging to my fingertips and shook my head.

‘It doesn’t grow even when I pour aura into it.’

Unlike other abilities, the aura of death did not expand even when I infused my own aura into it.
Since it originated from Derus, it seemed that ordinary mana could not make it grow.

-Fool…

Wrath twisted his expression as he looked at me.

-Look at the name of that ability! It’s called the aura of death, so shouldn’t it grow by witnessing death!

He frowned, wondering why I didn’t understand something so obvious.

‘So that’s what it means to witness death….’
-Whether you kill someone or face your own demise, there are only two paths to cultivate the aura of death.

Wrath nodded his chin, explaining that these were the only two methods to nurture the aura of death.

‘That certainly makes sense.’

I nodded as I felt the aura of death returning into my soul.

‘Thanks for telling me.’

I waved my hand at Wrath, saying it was always helpful.

-Huh? Uh-uh-ugh!

Wrath let out a shriek as he suddenly realized he had provided considerable assistance.

-You, you bastard! How did you brainwash the True Demon King! I had no intention of helping at all!

He clenched his fists, demanding I undo the brainwashing immediately.

‘I didn’t do anything. You just went ahead and told me everything yourself.’

I let out a hollow laugh as I watched Wrath furrow his brow in frustration. I couldn’t understand what brainwashing he was talking about—the fool was simply eager to flaunt his knowledge.
I don’t understand what kind of brainwashing this guy, who’s so eager to show off the knowledge he has, has fallen under.

-I will never forgive you!

Wrath gnashed his teeth with a rough sound, as if to say he’d remember this.

‘Do as you please.’

I chuckled and checked the next messages.

[The rank of the trait 【Formation Interpretation】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Morale Resistance】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Wrath Unleashed】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Flame That Overcomes Death】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Blade That Cleaves Death】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Divine Power Resistance】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Heavenly Slaughter】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Light Attribute Resistance】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Crisis Detection】 has increased.]

This time, the messages were about trait growth. Since these were traits that could prove useful in the coming war, I felt delighted just reading them.

—This… this damn nuisance.

Wrath quickly scanned through the trait messages, biting his lip.

—Why does Formation Interpretation increase, but Divine Power Resistance and Light Attribute Resistance increase separately!

He struck the message with a fist as round as bread, unable to comprehend the System at all.

‘It must have given them because they were worth giving.’

I pushed the struggling Wrath aside and checked the final messages.

[A new title 【One Who Contemplates Death】 has been created.]

After a long time, a new title appeared rather than a growth of an existing one. However, I couldn’t discern its meaning from the name alone.

‘Let me check the details.’

I summoned the title and examined its contents.

【One Who Contemplates Death】
A title granted to those who can become familiar with death, yet remain untainted by it.

I furrowed my brow deeply upon reading the title’s description.

‘What does this mean?’

No matter how many times I reread it, I couldn’t grasp the precise meaning. The phrase about not being tainted by death suggested something favorable, yet I remained completely ignorant of what ability it actually granted.

‘Wrath.’

I called out to Wrath and pointed to the title’s description.

‘Do you happen to know what this means?’
-…Hmph.

Wrath stared at the title for a moment before snorting dismissively.

-No, I have no desire to tell you, worm!

He turned his head away sharply, refusing to elaborate.

‘Hmm.’

I gazed at Wrath’s round back and twisted my lips into a knowing smile.

‘You don’t know. If you did, you’d have already blurted it all out.’

Wrath suffered from a compulsion to divulge everything he knew—much like when he’d explained the aura of death earlier. If he possessed knowledge of this, he would have already spilled it all.

-You bastard….

Wrath’s face flushed as though struck at his core, his lips trembling.

‘Before you charge at me, look at this first.’

I pointed to the final message hovering before us.

[You have suppressed Wrath.]
[All stats increase by 1 point.]

I waved my hand, offering Wrath counsel not to repeat the same mistake.

-Blast it! I don’t know!

Rather than accepting the advice, Wrath’s pride was wounded, and he charged at me with even greater fury than before.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

Of course, the outcome remained unchanged.

[You have suppressed Wrath.]
[All stat points increase by 1.]

Wrath had been shattered with full force twice over, and now he sank limply to the ground, completely drained of strength.

—Sniff…

He buried his face in the dirt, sniffling as though lamenting his pitiful circumstances.

‘I need to train now too. Just stay put for a moment.’

I waved my hand dismissively at Wrath and pushed myself to my feet.

‘Time is running short.’

I needed to grow strong enough not to be overwhelmed one-sidedly by Derus Robert, which meant time was equally precious for me.
Now that I had confirmed all the rewards, it was time to wield my blade relentlessly.

Shing.

Just as I drew the Heavenly Sword and prepared to begin my swordplay.

[Death Aura has increased slightly.]

A message appeared indicating that Death Aura, the trait I had obtained thanks to Derus Robert, had grown.

‘Hmm…?’

I turned my gaze toward Wrath, who lay sprawled on the ground sniffling.

‘Could Death Aura be connected to the Demon Realm as well?’

I narrowed my eyes slightly, sensing the Death Aura within my growing soul, though only marginally.

‘Or perhaps…’

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The following evening, after concluding my training, I made my way not to the Annex Building, but to Pedrick’s Residence, home of the Saint of Nenma.

“Go into that room.”

Pedrick, as if he already knew the purpose of my visit, offered no greeting of welcome. Instead, he simply pointed toward the chamber to the right.

“Thank you.”

I bowed respectfully to Pedrick before opening the door to the right and stepping inside.

Within the chamber were Sylvia, Edgar, and Lectar, who sat perched upon the bed.

“Father, please have some fruit. The oranges are absolutely delicious.”
“Exactly. There’s nothing this neighborhood lacks. Even in the Northern Region, there are two ice cream shops. That says everything, doesn’t it?”

Sylvia peeled fruit and offered it to Lectar, while Edgar stood nearby, regaling them with trivial conversation.

“Ah, you’ve arrived.”

Lectar greeted me with his sole remaining left arm, as though it had been ages since we last met.

“Hah…”

Raon let out a sigh of relief as he observed Lectar’s complexion and physical condition, which had improved. He had thought there might be serious aftereffects, but fortunately, there didn’t appear to be any major problems.

“Are you okay?”

Still, just in case, I directly asked Lectar about his condition.

“I’m fine. Apparently it’s thanks to you doing first aid so well.”

Lectar smiled gently, saying that he was able to save his life thanks to his treatment.

“You’ve certainly benefited from your son and daughter-in-law’s blessings.”

Edgar crossed his arms and arrogantly tilted his chin toward Lectar.

“Son and daughter-in-law?”

Lectar narrowed his eyes as he regarded Edgar.

“I survived because of Raon. Why should I be grateful to you?”
“Because Sylvia and I gave birth to Raon, and Sylvia raised him!”

Edgar snorted as if Lectar didn’t even know the story of the chicken and the egg.

“Dear!”

Sylvia struck Edgar’s back with her palm, telling him to be quiet.

“Ow!”

Whether her hand carried aura or not, Edgar cried out and jumped back.

“Sigh, even after all this time, you still give me a headache.”

Lectar rubbed his temples, as if merely looking at Edgar’s face was exhausting.
Yet despite his words, he didn’t seem displeased, and his expression softened.

“….”

I gazed at Lectar’s right shoulder, which bore only a blood-soaked white bandage where his muscular arm should have been.

‘Will he be alright?’

Having lost his right arm—as vital to a swordmaster as life itself—in an instant, I couldn’t fathom what Lectar must be feeling.

‘If my teacher were here, he would have offered wise counsel.’

Rimer had already been through it once before, so he could have offered Lectar some comforting words, but he couldn’t think of anything to say himself.

“No, I can’t keep relying on that person forever.”

Raon shook his head as he touched the wooden wheel sword imbued with Rimer’s spirit.

‘I must move forward on my own now.’

I had already received mountainous amounts of help from Rimer. From this point forward, I would have to resolve everything myself.

‘If Grandfather were….’

Lectar would surely understand my resolve.

Raon steadied his breathing and approached Lectar, who was in the midst of an argument with Edgar.

“Grandfather.”
“Yes.”

Lectar nodded, as if inviting me to speak freely.

“The war with Derus Robert draws near. It will be a battle so brutal that the living will perish and the dead will rise again, a conflict that will shake the very heavens….”

Raon gazed steadily at the scars etched across Lectar’s face and body.

“I will need your strength then, Grandfather. Grow stronger and fight alongside me.”

I knew it was an unreasonable request, yet I lowered my head as I spoke to the old swordmaster who had lost his right arm, asking him to stand with me in battle.

“Raon! You!”

Sylvia set down the half-cut fruit and rose to her feet, as if questioning what he meant.

“Wait! I understand your feelings, but this is too hasty! Your father is still a patient!”

Edgar also seemed to recognize the sincerity in Raon’s words, his jaw tightening.

-Truly sincere? You unfilial wretch!

Wrath’s mouth fell open, as if he hadn’t expected such words from Raon.

“….”

Lectar kept his gaze fixed on me, completely ignoring Sylvia and Edgar. His eyes burned with a crimson light, as though indignation itself had ignited within them.

“Father, please…”
“Father. Raon is still young….”

Sylvia and Edgar approached Lectar, attempting to calm him.

“Kh….”

Lectar raised his left arm, signaling them to keep their distance.

“Kahahahahaha!”

He threw his head back toward the sky, releasing a booming laugh of pure exhilaration.

“F-Father?”
“Father….”

Edgar’s eyes widened in complete bewilderment at the situation.

“Ever since I was brought to this place, everyone has treated me like a forgotten old man gathering dust in some back room, telling me only to rest….”

Lectar gazed at me with eyes brimming with affection.

“Only my grandson remembered me. Only he thought of Lectar, this swordsman.”

His eyes glistened with tears of gratitude for my words.

“Yes! This old man will sweep away everything that stands in your path!”

Lectar nodded with unwavering confidence, as if telling me to wait just a little longer.

“Yes. I will wait.”

I bowed deeply, expressing my trust in Lectar.

“Then.”

Without looking back, he left the infirmary.

“Uh….”
“Huh?”

Sylvia and Edgar exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes darting between my retreating figure and Lectar.

“What in the world….”

Both of them blinked repeatedly, still struggling to comprehend what had just transpired.

“There is no need for such alarm.”

Lectar waved his hand dismissively toward Sylvia and Edgar.

“You two thought of me as Lectar the man, while Raon thought of me as Sword Ghost Lectar the warrior. Seeing how delighted he was by my words, it seems I still wish to live as a warrior.”

He gazed toward the door through which I had departed, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

“You speak truly, Edgar. I have indeed raised a fine grandson.”
“Mm….”

Edgar’s eyes rolled slowly as he lowered his voice.

“You said you raised a fine son, not a grandson….”

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After leaving Pedrick’s Residence, I made my way to the 5th Training Ground as though nothing had occurred.

-Damn it!

Wrath burst forward, blocking my view.

-What in blazes is going on!

He waved both arms, asking for an explanation.

‘Grandfather has lived his entire life as a warrior.’

Raon recalled the melancholy expression Lectar had worn the moment he entered the infirmary.

‘He lost his arm—his right arm at that—and expended considerable vitality. Everyone who saw Grandfather must have urged him to rest and recover.’
-Yes, that would be the case.
‘But Grandfather seemed to want to keep fighting. The fire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed.’

Deep wrinkles etched Lectar’s face, bearing the weight of years, yet his gaze remained ablaze with life.
I had merely added a few logs to that flame.

-Heh….

Wrath narrowed his eyes as if exasperated.

-Usually you lack all sense of perception, so what’s this about?

He exhaled in disbelief at how Raon had discerned such a thing.

‘Perhaps it’s because it concerns warriors rather than people in general.’

Raon shook his head, uncertain himself, when—

“Raon!”

Chad came running with a wave of his hand.

“What’s happened? Don’t tell me Derus has—”

Raon went to meet Chad, his eyes narrowing. The urgency in his expression brought back memories of Derus Robert’s repulsive face from days ago.

“No! That’s not it—”

Chad spoke without pause to catch his breath.

“A holy war has broken out in the Shuper Holy Kingdom!”

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