The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1178

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Chapter 1178

‘What…?’

I halted abruptly as I was about to sever the Dragon Lord’s neck with the Heavenly Sword, where his dragon heart lay concealed.

‘What is this?’

My hand wouldn’t move.

The fingertips of my right hand, which had been wielding the Heavenly Sword to cut through the Dragon Lord’s neck, suddenly hardened, and the petrification spread beyond my wrist and arm, consuming my entire upper body in an instant.

‘Did the Dragon Lord do something to me?’

I bit my lip deeply. Consumed by my offensive focus, I hadn’t noticed it, but the Dragon Lord had launched a counterattack with some peculiar magic.

‘Then I need to retreat and assess the situation… wait?’

When I tried to step backward to understand the Dragon Lord’s magic, my legs refused to obey either. Both my upper and lower body had slipped beyond my control.

‘Does such magic even exist in this world?’

It resembled petrification magic, but it was absolutely nothing of that sort. Petrification magic could never affect me, so this had to be entirely new magic I’d never encountered before.

‘As expected of the Dragon Lord.’

I glared up at the Dragon Lord, whose cold eyes gleamed, grinding my teeth.

‘He won’t go down easily.’

I’d thought I could end this battle by wielding the Demon Lords’ authority, but I hadn’t anticipated a counterattack of this nature. Breaking free from this situation wouldn’t be simple.

‘Where do I even start…’
—Raon Zigheart!

Wrath’s eyes blazed with brilliant blue as he turned his gaze toward me.

—Wake up right now….

He seemed to be trying to say something, but I couldn’t hear his words clearly. It felt as though my ears had been sealed shut as well.

‘Ah!’

I watched Wrath thrashing about and felt all strength drain completely from my grip.

‘The swords….’

The Heavenly Sword and the demonic blade, which I’d been forcing myself to hold, slipped from my hands and began falling toward the Dimensional Bottom.

‘I have to land one final attack at least.’

He tried to lift even one of the two swords with his remaining strength to attack the Dragon Lord, but now his head had also stiffened, and he couldn’t even move his sword. It felt as though his entire body had turned to stone.

Goooooooooh!

Strangely, the Dragon Lord didn’t touch my defenseless form. He merely observed me with cold, unblinking eyes. It felt as though he, too, couldn’t move.

Haaaaah….

I felt a peculiar sensation as both my body and soul hardened, and I sank very slowly into the Darkness.

Whoooooooosh!

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a desert gleaming gold like the scales of the Dragon Lord.

‘Where am I….’

It was a desert I’d never seen before in my life—a strange place where nothing existed except for the fine, golden sand.

‘Is this like a Mental World? How peculiar… wait?’

I tried to lift my foot and furrowed my brow.

‘My feet won’t move.’

My feet were buried in the desert sand and wouldn’t budge.

‘No, it’s not that I can’t move…’

I’ve lost all sensation entirely!

My feet buried in the sand felt nothing at all. Not pain, not itching—it was as if my feet had never existed since birth.

‘Is this mental magic?’

My body was far too resilient to be damaged by mere sand, so it seemed the Dragon Lord’s mental magic had rendered me in this state.

‘What kind of mental magic could possibly…wait.’

I recalled the Dragon Lord’s gaze and urgently lowered my eyes.

‘It’s not just my feet…’

The sensation in my legs has vanished too.

As the sand that had covered only my feet rose above my ankles, the sensation below that point disappeared as well. Still no pain—it felt as though my feet and ankles had never been part of me from the beginning.

‘What is this…’

I bit my lip, watching the sand rise with agonizing slowness.

‘My sensation keeps being erased.’

With each rise of the sand, the sensation in the buried portions of my body melted away.

‘Damn it!’

I furrowed my brow and lifted my thighs and waist to escape the sand.

Whoooosh!

But the surrounding sand scattered from the tremor and began burying my body even faster.

‘No, I was wrong. It’s not my body…’

My soul is being erased.

This place wasn’t reality—it was a Mental World created temporarily. What was disappearing wasn’t my body, but my soul.

‘Is such magic even possible?’

I clenched my fists, feeling my strength drain away like sand through fingers.

‘Erasing my soul without a collision of spirits… even the Dragon Lord shouldn’t be capable of that. Wait!’

As I thought about the Dragon Lord, his final words came back to me, hazy but present.

‘He told me to die while calling out his name.’

Just before the Heavenly Sword and Demonic Sword burst through him, the Dragon Lord had shouted his name and commanded me to die. At the time, I thought it was mere desperation, but now I realized it was magic.

‘Dragon’s Word!’

My jaw trembled as sweat dripped down my face.

‘He used Dragon’s Word to curse my death!’

Now it was clear. The Dragon Lord had used Dragon’s Word to pronounce my death sentence. It was absolute authority magic incarnate.

‘But Dragon’s Word isn’t omnipotent.’

Even for the Dragon Lord, Dragon’s Word was a power that couldn’t be wielded freely. Especially since I had demonstrated overwhelming force against him—it made no sense that he could pronounce death upon me with such magic alone.

‘Could he have borrowed power from another being?’

Now that I thought about it, I remembered the Dragon Lord’s eyes flickering with an strange hue, not their natural
golden radiance.

‘He said all humans were corrupt, yet this so-called Mediator borrowed others’ power and carried on.’

I lifted my chin and sneered at the Dragon Lord.

‘I want to kill him right
now…’

I bit my lip, staring at the sand that had risen to my knees.

‘How am I supposed to handle this?’

The sensation of my senses fading away, my very existence growing hazy—it was unsettlingly unpleasant.

‘Death, then…’

I felt my soul melting within the golden sand as I slowly steadied my breathing.

‘It’s certainly a terrifying spell. An ordinary person would have been paralyzed by fear alone, unable to move. They would have thrashed about and sunk deeper into the sand. But…’

I’ve already experienced death before.

Thinking of the Dragon Lord who must be watching me, I curled my lips into a smile.

‘You won’t have things go your way. Not this time.’

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“Wh…what?”

Barthius swallowed hard as he watched both Raon and the Dragon Lord freeze simultaneously.

“He pronounced death through draconic language?”

He grabbed his ears as if he’d heard something unbelievable.

[That’s impossible!]

The Black Dragon Dariauran shook his head violently.

[Raon Zigheart pushed the Lord back! There’s a gap in power—how could he possibly exert absolute authority!]

He lashed out at an approaching Gold Dragon with his tail while crying out that such a thing was impossible.
He struck a Gold Dragon with its tail while shouting that such a thing was impossible.

[Raon Zigheart!]

The Red Dragon Balashiur cried out my name with desperate urgency.

[Don’t fall to that filthy magic!]

He shook his head vigorously, insisting that the Dragon Lord alone could never accomplish such a thing.

[A declaration of death…?]

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren pushed back two dragons with the breath of frigid air, then turned to look back.

[How despicably he persists to the end.]

She glared at the Lord and ground her teeth audibly.

“You’re saying he pronounced death through dragon language?”

Dorian’s jaw trembled.

“But you just said it was impossible!”

He cried out, asking why something impossible had occurred, and turned to look at Barthius.

“The Lord appears to have borrowed power from another being.”

Barthius shook his head, saying the Lord’s strength wasn’t his alone.

“The Lord borrowed power from another being?”

Martha struck away the dragon’s magic with her sword, biting her lip.

“Despicable doesn’t even begin to cover it. He called us insects, yet he himself is nothing but a parasite!”

She brought her sword down toward the neck of the diving dragon, as if unleashing her seething rage.

“Stay composed.”

Burren Zigheart deflected the dragon’s tail aiming for Martha’s back and shook his head.

“Just trust in Raon!”

Though anxious, he focused solely on the battle, his trust in Raon unwavering.

[The situation is deteriorating.]

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, narrowed his eyes as he blocked the surging dragons with his own body.

[Perhaps it would be better to abandon defense and attack the Dragon Lord directly.]

He drew a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the Dragon Lord frozen alongside Raon.

“That won’t work.”
“That cannot be done.”

Evelyn and Barthius shook their heads simultaneously. The two exchanged glances, their eyes meeting for a brief moment.

“What do you mean it won’t work?”

Dorian dodged a dragon’s breath attack and asked between gasping breaths.

“Their souls are connected right now.”

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed deeply.

“If you try to kill the Dragon Lord, Raon could suffer the consequences.”

She maintained her composure with icy clarity, analyzing the situation precisely because Raon was in danger.

“She’s right.”

Barthius exhaled heavily and nodded in agreement.

“We cannot touch either of them right now.”
“Then… what do we do?”

Dorian bit his lip, desperately searching for a solution.

“There is one way.”

Barthius narrowed his eyes as he watched Raon Zigheart stiffen, his sword thrust halted mid-strike.

“Raon Zigheart is simply overcoming absolute authority magic through his own power.”

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‘Hmm…’

I stroked my chin as I observed the golden sand that had risen to my waist.

‘Come to think of it, dragon language is no different from martial arts infused with a dragon’s will.’

Dragon language wasn’t mere magic—it was akin to martial arts that channeled a dragon’s intent through language itself.

‘Then this desert that has sentenced me to death must also be nothing more than a soul sword imbued with the Dragon Lord’s will.’

At first, I’d panicked because the Dragon Lord wasn’t visible, but watching the sand erase me, I could feel his soul dwelling within this desert.

‘Then the answer is simple.’

I curled my lips upward and opened the Ring of Fire.

Roooooooooar!

The burning rings that emerged behind me resonated with crystalline clarity as my soul’s magnitude began surging violently. The golden sand that had risen to my waist and threatened my chest recoiled like a retreating tide, as if terrified of my soul.
The golden sand that had risen to my waist and threatened my chest recoiled like a retreating tide, as if terrified of my soul.

‘And then…’

I bit my lip and awakened the Demon Lords’ authority hidden within my soul. Rather than merely drawing their power as before, I extracted the very emotions they had left behind.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Wrath, sloth, envy, gluttony, lust, greed—the six Demon Lords’ emotions erupted simultaneously, shaking the Mental World as if it would crumble. As the heavy sand covering my waist fell away, sensation began returning to the areas where feeling had vanished.

‘So this was the right answer after all.’

I felt the Dragon Lord’s mental construct wavering as I unleashed the full power of every remaining soul.

Whoooooosh!

The ring of fire began devouring every grain of sand in the Golden Desert, amplifying even the emotions of the Demon Lords as if embracing all existence. It was as though Gluttony herself, the Demon Lord of Voracious Hunger, had descended into this world.

Kyaaaaaaang!

The moment the golden sand was consumed into my soul, black fissures tore through the void and the mental world shattered into eight fragments.

“Haa….”

As I opened my eyes again, the desert vanished and the Black Universe where I had confronted the Dragon Lord came back into view.

[I-Impossible!]

The Dragon Lord’s jaw dropped as if he hadn’t anticipated this situation at all.

[How can a human withstand absolute authority magic… Kraaaaaaah!]

He trembled violently across his entire body, screaming as if experiencing the recoil from the death sentence he had pronounced with his draconic language magic.

-You came back!

Wrath approached with reddened eyes.

-I had a feeling, and I was right!

He lifted his head as if he had always believed in me.

‘Of course I had to come back. Who taught me, after all?’

I smiled faintly as I looked at Wrath, who had fought countless spiritual battles with me since childhood.

Whoosh!

I stretched out both hands and grasped the Heavenly Sword and the Mokryun Sword that had fallen to the Dimensional Bottom. Since the Divine Demon Harmony had ended, both blades had lost their flames and frost, returning to their original state.

“Thank you.”

Raon Zigheart sheathed the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword, nodding toward the Dragon Lord.

“Because of you, I remembered what I had forgotten.”

I possessed an experience unique to me alone in this world.

Death.

The experience of living a new life after encountering death—
neither Glen Zigheart nor Derus Robert had ever known such a thing. I wove that singular experience into my mental landscape, summoning a sword of the mind honed to even greater sharpness.

Raon Zigheart’s sword technique.
Ninth Form: Death Becomes Life.

The sword of the mind, infused with the concepts of death and life, pierced through spacetime and embedded itself in the Dragon Lord’s soul.

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