The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1149

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Chapter 1149

‘It’s not here.’

I swallowed dryly and tensed the tips of my fingers.

‘But someone is definitely watching me.’

It wasn’t a surge of overwhelming power or killing intent. Rather, it was an eerie sensation—the unmistakable feeling of being observed—that sent a chill crawling down my spine.

‘Let me sense it again.’

The gaze had struck suddenly while I was off guard upon entering the Family Estate, so I hadn’t properly detected its source. I resolved to focus my mind and identify exactly who was responsible.

“Hah…”

I turned my gaze toward the front where the Annex Building stood and exhaled slowly.

‘Could it be from the front rather than behind?’

I had naturally assumed the source was behind me since that’s where I felt the gaze, but reconsidering it now, it seemed as though I had sensed it from all directions.

‘Ah!’

A faint exclamation escaped my lips as I nodded in realization.

‘Now I understand.’

What I had felt wasn’t an actual gaze, but a spiritual sensation. It was a newfound perception that had emerged from my ascension to an even higher realm of achievement.

-Hmm!

From the way Wrath remained silent and still, I could tell there was no danger.

-Judging by the fact that you sensed that just now, you’re not entirely a novice, are you?

He nodded calmly, acknowledging me, albeit reluctantly.

‘Is that really such a big deal?’

I tilted my head and asked Wrath back.

-Rather than remarkable….

Wrath smacked his lips briefly.

-You’ve finally stepped onto the stage. The true position of a superhuman that you humans speak of.

He nodded, saying that from now on, he could rightfully be called a true transcendent.

“Transcendent….”

I recited the three characters of “transcendent” with a trembling voice.

-Transcendence means surpassing limits and benchmarks. If you were half a transcendent before, now you’ve arrived at the very edge of true transcendence. Of course….

Wrath waved his hand as if there was still far to go.

-There’s still one more mountain to climb to reach that.

He nodded, saying I was almost there regardless.

‘True transcendence, then….’

I closed my eyes calmly.

‘It’s certainly different.’

Master, Grand Master, Transcendent. Within all three realms, the level differences among those who belonged to each were significant, but the greatest gap naturally existed among the transcendents.
The Five Emperors Three Demons—or rather, the Six Emperors Five Demons era—showed such a vast chasm between the leaders of that caliber and the transcendents below them that they didn’t seem to belong to the same realm.

Even the leaders of the New Rising Powers, who were strong among transcendents, were merely fireflies beneath the moonlight compared to the masters of the Six Emperors Five Demons.

Honestly, even after ascending to transcendence, I thought that position was too far away to reach, but according to Wrath, it seemed I could now attain that level if I just overcame the final stage.

-In fact, your raw power itself is already far above your current realm.

Wrath bit down on his lip with his teeth.

-Of course! I ground down the True Demon King’s spine and consumed all his traits and stats. It’s only natural!

He shook his head, saying it would be infuriating if I were weak.

-But if you elevate yourself to the realm—to the true stage of transcendence—then you will become far more free.
‘Free?’

I turned to look at Wrath, my eyes narrowing.

‘What does it mean to become free?’

It wasn’t about becoming stronger, and since he spoke of freedom, I couldn’t grasp his meaning.

-You will understand naturally once you reach that position.

Wrath waved his hand dismissively, saying he was tired of talking.

-However…

His eyes narrowed to thread-thin slits.

-Do you know from where that soul’s gaze came flying?
‘I think I know now. I should go find out.’

I nodded to Wrath and, instead of heading toward the Annex Building, turned right toward Pedrick’s Residence.

“Raon! You’re back sooner than expected!”

Pedrick’s eyes widened in surprise at my early return.

“Yes. Everything went well.”

I bowed to Pedrick and then headed toward Lectar’s infirmary on the left.

“How is Grandfather doing?”

I asked about Lectar’s condition.

“Your wounds are severe, and your vitality has been considerably depleted, but thanks to your excellent emergency treatment, you’ve recovered significantly.”

Pedrick laughed, praising how well the first aid had been administered.

“While you may not be ready for combat just yet, given time, you should recover enough to fight again.”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if to say there was nothing to worry about.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed his head respectfully to Pedrick.

“There’s no need for thanks. I’m simply doing what a healer does.”

Pedrick crossed his legs and let out a scoff.

“Your grandfather should be sleeping now, so come back later.”

He waved his hand, gesturing for Raon to return at a later time.

“No. He’s awake.”

Raon smiled gently and opened the door to the infirmary where Lectar lay.

“….”

Lectar lay with his eyes closed, breathing slowly as if he were asleep, just as Pedrick had said.

“Your welcome was rather rough.”

Raon sat in the chair beside the bed and smiled knowingly.

“Hmph….”

Lectar slightly furrowed his brow and opened his eyes.

“You actually felt that?”

He let out a hollow laugh, as if he found it absurd.

“I knew you had grown stronger even in that position, but I never expected you to sense that intent.”

Lectar let out an exclamation of surprise.

“What do you mean?”

Raon tilted his head as he looked at Lectar.

“Didn’t you tell me to fight more?”

Lectar chuckled softly and shook his head.

“My body’s condition is still far from normal, but my mind is oddly clear and sharp. I thought it might be a new opportunity, so lately I’ve been focusing on sensing and intent. The energy of transcendence, if you will.”

He touched his empty right shoulder and curled his lips into a smile.

“I was releasing my transcendent intent as usual, sensing the area around the Annex Building, when I saw you returning.”

Lectar gazed at me with a playful glint in his eyes.

“I naturally thought you wouldn’t notice, so I simply checked how much you had changed. Yet you perceived it…”

He shook his head, saying it made no sense that I had detected it.

“It seems you’ve transcended even the limits of human perception. It’s absurd.”

Lectar smiled deeply, wondering just how far I would continue to grow.

“I’m not entirely sure myself.”

I clenched my fists and furrowed my brow.

“I felt someone watching me, and because that gaze was familiar, I knew it was Grandfather.”

At first, I didn’t know who it was and felt a chill run down my spine, but when I examined the sensation more carefully, that gaze carried a familiar warmth, allowing me to identify it as Lectar.

“I suppose I’ve been watching you far too much.”

Lectar smiled gently and nodded.

“Haaa…”

He exhaled a long breath and lifted his gaze.

“I’ve had a difficult time, thinking of fighting at an age when I should be resting, all because I failed to raise my grandson properly….”

Lectar looked at Raon with calm eyes and drew a faint smile.

“Now I’m curious to see how far you’ll climb, so I suppose I’ll have to follow you to the very end.”

He lifted his left arm, deciding he would stand again without giving up.

“Yes. Please follow this inadequate grandson, even if only in this way.”

I grasped Lectar’s remaining hand firmly. I nodded, not just to him, but as a vow to myself.

“I will kill Derus Robert and show you what lies at the end of the sword’s path.”

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“Starting today, we’ll begin concentration enhancement training.”

Standing on the platform, I announced the day’s training regimen to the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall.

“The duration is four days without rest. We begin this evening, so prepare yourselves thoroughly.”

Concentration enhancement training was what the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen despised most and found most grueling.
Conducting live combat and training simultaneously in the field was the best way to hone skill and practical instinct, but the toll on stamina and mental fortitude was so severe that everyone avoided it.

‘This should be entertaining after all this time.’

From my perspective and that of the instructors, however, it was rather enjoyable—a chance to torment the swordsmen and work them over thoroughly.

‘Now then…’

I lowered my gaze to the platform below, anticipating the screams and despair of the swordsmen.

‘Hmm?’

But today was different. The Gwangpung swordsmen gazed up at me with confident eyes, as if they could overcome any training.
Concentration enhancement training. Even though it would take four full days, they were smiling as if they were delighted.

“Excellent! That’s what we should do!”
“If we can receive the Head of House’s guidance, concentration enhancement training is nothing!”
“I agree. If we can’t overcome that training, we don’t deserve to enter the Family Head Training Ground!”
“I’ll go four days without sleep, constantly moving!”

The swordsmen clenched their fists and raised them high, declaring they would overcome the concentration enhancement training and receive Glen’s instruction.

“Concentration enhancement training, huh…”

Burren shook his head left and right, seemingly deep in thought about how to conduct the training.

“This should be fun! I’ve never seen everyone this passionate before.”

Martha licked her lips in anticipation.

“Hmph…”

Lunan suddenly pulled out a plump pillow and fastened it around his waist, seemingly thinking only of sleep.

“So this is that concentration enhancement training I’ve only heard about?”

The Sword Emperor’s lips curled up with delight.

“Unfortunately, I must focus on my duties as an instructor.”

The War King nodded, deciding to set aside his own training for now and concentrate on the swordsmen’s growth.

“Tsk. I’ll just participate directly!”

Dogyae raised his fist like the swordsmen, declaring he would participate in the training rather than serve as an instructor.

“Let’s do this together, you lot!”

He stepped forward without the usual smell of alcohol on him and let out a roar.

“Uooooooo!”
“Let us die together!”
“Without the Head of House’s guidance, only death awaits!”
“Concentration training is nothing but dog food!”

The swordsmen, energized by Dogyae’s words, roared and stomped their feet.

“Everyone gather your belongings and return here within ten minutes!”

At Burren’s command, all the swordsmen and instructors left the Training Ground without hesitation.

-Ho!

Wrath let out an exclamation as he gazed at the footprints of the swordsmen stamped across the Training Ground.

-Before, I was irritated watching those fools whine about all-nighters, but it seems they’ve finally come to their senses!

He nodded with evident satisfaction.

-You should feel lighter now too.

Wrath patted Raon’s shoulder in congratulation.

“Hmm….”

Unlike Wrath, I furrowed my brow deeply.

-Hm…? Why the long face? Isn’t this what you wanted?

Wrath tilted his head, wondering why I was looking so gloomy on such a good day.

‘This isn’t it….’

I shook my head firmly.

‘It’s boring.’

The moment I announced the start of concentration enhancement training, the swordsmen’s reactions—their furrowed brows and grimaces—had been absolutely delightful. But seeing them readily commit to the training without complaint left me somewhat disappointed.

‘Should I just cancel the training?’

I stroked my chin thoughtfully, my brows furrowing as I genuinely considered canceling the session.

-Huh…?

Wrath’s lips trembled as he watched me deliberate in earnest.

-This guy’s just a sadist who loves tormenting people!

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Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak!

The doors of the Family Head Training Ground, standing like a shield of the gods, groaned open, shaking heaven and earth as solemn light descended upon the ground below and people filed in.

From the senior officials bearing the family’s heavy responsibilities to the residents who weren’t even considered the family’s lowest members—everyone who wished to witness today’s event had entered the Training Ground.

The Military Force Division advanced into the Training Ground and lined up before the platform like a single sword, while the spectators climbed the stairs and packed themselves densely like bean sprouts.

“Hmm.”

I stood at the entrance of the Training Ground and surveyed the interior. Despite the countless people present, the Training Ground had fallen into a silence as profound as a library.

Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, their mouths sealed shut from the tension of today’s momentous event.

“Ready?”

I parted my lips and turned to look back. The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall, who had completed three weeks of hellish training, regarded me with piercing, steely gazes.

“Yes!”

The swordsmen erupted in a roar-like cry, declaring that they were perfectly prepared.

“Fine. Then….”

I nodded and was about to enter when it happened.

“This isn’t even the 5th Training Ground, yet it’s far too loud.”

Karun arrived at my side, leading the Central Intelligence Agency’s swordsmen.

“You’ve arrived.”

I offered a respectful nod while observing Karun carefully. His aura was quiet yet stable, like a blade honed by a master craftsman. He too had undergone tremendous transformation in this short time and now stood before me bearing those changes.

Yet it wasn’t only Karun—the Central Intelligence Agency’s swordsmen had also trained with their full strength, and their eyes now gleamed with a gravity far surpassing what they once possessed, radiating a formidable presence.

“You’ve changed considerably.”

Karun’s lips curled upward with amusement.

“The Director of the Central Intelligence Agency has also transformed.”

I could only nod in acknowledgment.

“….”
“….”

The two of us regarded each other in silence, exchanging no further words.

“Um, well….”

The Training Ground’s gatekeeper swallowed hard as he watched Karun and me.

“Which faction should I announce first?”

Though Gwangpung had arrived first, the Central Intelligence Agency held the higher rank. His eyes trembled with uncertainty.

“Gwangpung.”

Karun lowered his hand without hesitation.

“The one who arrives first should leave first.”

His voice carried an oddly deeper tone, as though he were speaking of something entirely different from the present situation.

“Ah, I understand!”

The gatekeeper nodded gratefully and turned back inside.

“Raon Zigheart, Master of Gwangpung Hall, and Gwangpung Hall enter!”

He announced Raon’s name so loudly that the Family Head’s Training Ground trembled.

“I shall enter first. However….”

Raon bowed slightly to Karun before lifting his chin in the exact same manner.

“Arriving first doesn’t necessarily mean leaving first, I’ve found.”

He turned his back, delivering his words like a proclamation to everyone present.

“Indeed.”

Karun let out a thin laugh, as if this made things far more entertaining.

“Let’s go.”
“Yes!”

Raon led Gwangpung Hall into the Training Ground, his lips curling into a smile.

‘This one too….’

He felt Karun’s piercing gaze boring into his back and clenched his fists tightly.

‘This should be interesting.’

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