The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1182

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Chapter 1182

“What?”

I turned to look at Envy, tilting my head in confusion.

“You’re drawn to Martha more than Burren?”

During his trainee days, Burren had become the embodiment of jealousy itself, observing my every move and challenging me.
He had displayed a jealousy even more intense than Mustan’s, so I had thought that even with his growth, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to be chosen by Envy.

But Envy licked her lips while looking at Martha, as if she were drawn to her rather than Burren.
The connection between Martha and Envy was something I had never considered, so I felt somewhat taken aback.

“If we’re talking about jealousy alone, that mage woman over there is the right one.”

Envy pointed to Evelyn, who was laughing beside Martha.

“The scent of jealousy is so thick it makes my spine tingle. The real deal, too.”

She licked her lips, saying that Evelyn was truly worthy of becoming her Apostle.

“But that woman is already tainted with filthy lust, so I don’t want to grant her my power.”

Envy furrowed her brow, as if she and Rust were not on good terms.

“I can handle it though?”

Evelyn curled her red lips upward, as if she could bear it even if I granted her jealousy.

“I don’t like it. And you cannot bear my power.”

Envy snorted roughly.

“If you hadn’t received Rust’s Lust, you could have borne my power, but since Lust already dwells within you, if you were to gain my jealousy as well, your soul would warp and burst.”

She shook her head roughly, saying that no matter how transcendent a mage Evelyn was, she could not receive the power of two Demon Lords.

“I heard Raon received multiple powers?”

Evelyn pointed a finger at me.

“This one is different.”

Envy frowned as she looked at me, her expression continuously shifting as if she found the situation absurd.

“Different from humans and different from Demon Lords. His body and soul should have shattered and died long ago, yet I have no idea where Wrath—that damned bastard—found such a vessel….”

Envy clicked her tongue, saying this was a result only I could create in all dimensions.

“In any case, Wrath is the problem.”

She cursed Wrath and stamped her foot, despite my anomalous abilities.

-Why….

Wrath’s round fists trembled.

-Why am I being cursed again! This time the True Demon King truly did nothing!

He stood still, yet continued to be blamed, so he cried out loudly in grievance.

“Enough with the idle talk.”

I pushed my hand between Envy and Evelyn.

“That means you can transfer your power to Martha, right?”

I pointed at Martha, who stood dazed behind us.

“What I’m sensing in her is less jealousy and more a different emotion.”

Envy raked her gaze over Martha and scratched her snow-white chin.

“A different emotion?”
“Competitive spirit.”

Her eyes gleamed with the sharpness of a blade as she assessed me.

“This woman’s competitive spirit is unlike anything I’ve witnessed before.”

Envy wound the green strands of hair around her finger thoughtfully.

“Her desire to battle those stronger than herself and approach their power—it mirrors the jealousy I embody. There are countless ways I could exploit this.”

She savored the thought, clearly relishing how easily she could manipulate Martha’s competitive nature.

“Competitive spirit, then…”

I turned to regard Martha and nodded slightly.

‘Indeed, no one can match Martha in that regard.’

From childhood, Martha had displayed an unwavering determination never to lose to anyone, and she was a swordswoman who had consistently strived to keep pace with me.
Even now, she refused to yield and continued her pursuit.

The competitive spirit I had cultivated in her since her trainee days had grown to rival even Envy’s power of jealousy.

‘Though I too received Envy’s authority, it awakened not as jealousy but as something else.’

I had obtained the emotion of jealousy from Envy, yet that power awakened as aspiration—a positive emotion bearing a different name. Martha seemed to follow a similar path.

-That’s right!

Wrath clapped his hands with such force it echoed in my ears.

-This King acknowledges the beef girl’s competitive spirit!

He nodded, declaring that Martha was the very personification of the word “competitive spirit.”

‘It’s a shame about Burren, but there’s no helping it.’

I had thought the power of jealousy would suit Burren exceptionally well, so I felt a twinge of regret.

Yet on the other hand, Martha had now been presented with an opportunity to grow, which didn’t seem entirely unfortunate.

“Martha.”

I gestured for Martha, who stood behind me.

“You already understand the gist of it, don’t you?”

Having witnessed what happened with Dorian, Evelyn, and Lunan, I saw no need for lengthy explanations and called Martha forward.

“You’ve seen how Lunan keeps growing stronger and stronger on his own, right?”

Martha nodded calmly, as if she already understood everything.

“That’s right. This woman is Envy, the Demon Lord of Jealousy. She says she’s interested in your competitive spirit.”

I introduced Envy to Martha while drawing forth the emotion of jealousy that had settled deep within her soul.

“The Demon Lord of Jealousy is interested in my competitive spirit?”

Martha tilted her head, as if confused by my words.

“Lunan matches exceptionally well with Sloth, the Demon Lord of Sloth, and the emotion of 【Sloth】 he received, but you don’t necessarily have to remain faithful to that emotion alone. I awakened jealousy in the form of aspiration, after all.”

I explained the nature of the Demon Lords’ emotions to Martha by using my own case as an example.

“I see.”

Martha nodded, understanding everything from my brief explanation.

“Competitive spirit….”

Burren clenched his fists so hard that blood threatened to spill, having listened to the explanation alongside Martha. He appeared disappointed that Martha, rather than himself, had been chosen instead.

“Understood. I’ll accept it.”

Martha nodded gravely, as if ready to give it a try.

“I’m sick of that idiot Lunan just sleeping and getting stronger!”

She pressed her lips firmly together, determined to grow faster herself by borrowing the power of a Demon Lord.

“Hmph, it wasn’t you choosing me—I chose you. Consider it an honor.”

Envy snorted and flicked his finger. Two emerald serpents erupted from Martha’s wrist, their tails intertwining to bloom into a verdant flower bracelet identical to Raon’s.

“Ugh!”

Martha grasped her wrist, her entire body trembling as she felt the full weight of Envy’s power coursing through her.

“My power isn’t as gentle as the others’. Especially since you’ve been touched by jealousy born of competitive pride, you’ll be fighting for the rest of your life.”

Envy seemed to relish the situation he’d foreseen, savoring the moment with evident amusement.

“Fight for the rest of my life?”

Martha met his gaze, her lips twisting into a defiant smile.

“No—your power will soon kneel beneath me.”

She accepted the agony in a single breath, her expression brightening with resolve.

“Truly captivating. Very well. I’ll be a bit more generous.”

Envy grinned wickedly and flicked his finger once more. The emerald flower bracelet embedded in Martha’s wrist blazed with intensified radiance.

“Ahhhhh!”

The pain intensified. Martha couldn’t lift one shoulder properly and bent forward at the waist.

“Let’s see if you can endure it.”

Envy let out a mocking laugh and tilted his chin.

“….”

I didn’t stop Envy. Instead, I quietly observed Martha as she struggled.

‘It seems Martha has caught Envy’s fancy.’

Envy had granted Martha only a minuscule fragment of jealousy at my request, but now he’d bestowed upon her a fully realized power of jealousy. Her defiant spirit had clearly won his approval.

“Good. Just wait a moment….”

Martha flashed her white teeth in a smile. She glared at Envy and growled like a beast. I could feel her unwavering determination not to lose.

“….”

Burren trembled slightly as he gripped his sword, watching her. Admiration for Martha and disappointment in himself seemed to wash over him simultaneously.

“Mm.”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed Burren’s reaction.

‘I wish I could grant Burren the power of a Demon Lord too.’

It won’t be easy.

Most of my closest subordinates had already received the powers of Demon Lords and were growing rapidly. I wanted to pass that strength to Burren as well, but it seemed impossible for now.

‘The ones remaining are no ordinary foes.’

The remaining Demon Lords were Grid, the Lord of Greed, and Pride, the Lord of Pride.
Both were rivals acknowledged by Wrath, so obtaining the powers of these two Demon Lords would be truly difficult.

‘Especially Pride—that’s impossible.’

Grid might be possible since I’d developed a small connection with him, but Pride—I’d never even met him, and he was connected to the Heavenly Demon of Eden, so he wouldn’t grant me his power.

‘Then Grid is my only option.’

I exhaled softly, contemplating how to transfer Grid’s greed to Burren.

“That’s enough.”

After Envy finished teaching Martha how to use envy, she returned to stand before me.

“What was that about the war with the Archangel you mentioned earlier?”

She wiggled her fingers, as if to say she was interested and wanted a proper explanation.

“There exists a being attempting to summon Archangels to the Continent. You should already know this, but….”

I began my explanation, confident that Envy would be aware of Derus Robert.

“Hmm, I see.”

Envy showed neither surprise nor confusion as she listened. It seemed she had already anticipated the descent of the Archangels to some degree, just as I had sensed from the beginning.

“Fine. I’ll participate in that war. However….”

She raised a pale finger.

“Don’t interfere in my battles. And I’ll be taking my spoils with me.”

Envy tilted her chin, suggesting she had her own objectives in the war against the Archangels.

“I’ll permit it, provided it brings no harm to the people.”

I nodded calmly.

“Then that settles it. Tell that fool Wrath not to show his face and to stay buried where he is.”

As Envy snapped her fingers to depart, a verdant dimensional rift opened behind her.

“When war breaks out, release Envy and sever that bracelet. Then I myself shall come to collect you.”

Envy pointed to the green flower bracelet adorning my wrist.

“And….”

Her eyes narrowed as she observed Martha struggling under Envy’s power.

“My attraction to that woman isn’t born of rivalry alone.”

Envy shook her head, indicating that Martha possessed more than mere competitive spirit.

“Then….”
“She harbors considerable jealousy as well. Remarkably human, genuinely pure jealousy.”

She smacked her lips, savoring the thought of how delicious it would be.

“Hey! Shut up and disappear!”

Martha’s face flushed crimson as she ground her teeth.

“I was leaving anyway. Keep enjoying your jealousy from now on.”

Envy waved her hand lightly and vanished through the emerald dimensional gate. The moment she departed, the colossal demonic energy that had been rippling through the surroundings dissipated in an instant.

“Phew….”

Martha also released a thin sigh, finding it easier to control the power of jealousy now that Envy had left.

“Now what remains….”

I smiled faintly and turned to look behind where the dragons were gathered.

Crack-crack-crack-crack!

With a sickening sound of flesh tearing and bone shattering, the Dragon Lord’s elongated neck fell to the ground, severed cleanly in half.

Kuoooooooo!

It seemed as though Barthius had manifested in his true form and bitten through the Lord’s neck with his massive jaws, bursting it open. In the eyes of the Dragon Lord, whose breath had been cut off, pain and shock remained, scattering in the air.

Splash-splash-splash!

Barthius closed his eyes as the Lord’s blood drenched his entire body. I could feel his mana and soul growing exponentially stronger. It was peculiar—dragons shouldn’t possess the power of kin consumption, yet here it was.

-Remarkable resolve.

Wrath let out an exclamation as he observed Barthius.

-That dragon has grown through his own determination—to slay the clan leader he respected above all others, to accept his failures as his own, and to ensure such mistakes never occur again. It is a resolve that transcends ordinary growth.

He nodded, noting it was similar to how a warrior awakens through entering a state of selflessness.

-Fascinating. It seems a true dragon has finally emerged after a long time.

Wrath nodded, acknowledging Barthius not as prey, but as the mediator of this Continent.

“Haaa….”

Barthius returned to his human form from his true body and descended to the ground. Despite taking on a human shape, his entire body was drenched in blood.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Barthius stood before me, breathing heavily and roughly.

“Yes.”

I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them.

‘I suppose I need to explain now.’

Barthius and the Divine Dragons behind him were those who had waged war to overcome the tyranny of the ancient dragons who had abandoned their duties as mediators. It was only right that I explain my relationship with the Demon Lords to them.

“I am….”
“Allow me first. Or rather, allow us to speak.”

Barthius stepped closer and adjusted his blood-soaked clothes. The four other Dragons behind him straightened their backs and gazed at me.

“Thanks to you, we were able to prevent the Lord’s sins. We are grateful that you allowed us Dragons to remain as mediators of this Continent.”

Barthius placed his hand on his chest and knelt.

“What…?”

I closed my mouth, having been about to explain about the Demon Lords.

“We are grateful to you, Raon Zigheart.”

The four other Dragons knelt behind Barthius in the same posture, bowing their heads deeply.

“You all….”

The gratitude of Dragons—the absolute beings and mediators of the Continent—expressed in human form conveyed an emotion beyond measure to me.

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