The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1203

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 1203

‘Stay calm.’

I stopped in my tracks and drew a slow, measured breath.

‘I cannot kill him.’

Because of Derus Robert, hatred toward the Celestial Race flooded my mind, threatening to make me draw my blade. I forced my racing heart to settle, refusing to surrender to that impulse.

Saaaaaaa.

The sound of flowing light reached my ears. As if a small sun had been affixed to the temple’s ceiling, a brilliant golden radiance cascaded down.
Brilliant golden radiance poured down from above the Temple’s ceiling as if a sun had been created and affixed there.

His flawless ivory skin, the sharp ridge of his nose like a crescent moon, and eyes as deep and blue as a lake gave him an otherworldly, divine appearance.
Flawless, snow-white skin, a nose ridge as sharp as a crescent moon, and eyes as deep blue as a Lake made him look as mysterious as a god in this world.

Of course.

Raon approached the golden-haired man, who was smiling benevolently, and pressed his lips together.

“This one is definitely Celestial Race.”

The overwhelming presence of a soul far beyond what any human could possess made my legs feel weak.
It was a feeling of my legs giving way on the bridge before the dignity of a strong spirit that humans could never possess.

Why are your legs giving out on the bridge!

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

A Celestial Race of that level can be killed with bare hands, not even needing a sword!

He snorted and told her to stop spouting nonsense.

“Well, I am rather weak.”

That golden-haired Celestial didn’t appear nearly as formidable as his dazzling image suggested. Just as Wrath said, I felt I could defeat him without a sword.

-He’s no weakling, but rather….

Wrath’s eyes narrowed slightly.

-You’ve grown stronger.

He shook his head, muttering that other humans would struggle merely from encountering that Celestial.

‘Another compliment.’

Raon thanked him with a faint smile.

-It’s not a compliment, but rather a fact….
‘Either way, if that’s what you say, I need to act more overwhelmed by his power.’

I reminded myself that I was merely an Expert-level human and needed to appear weak, so I continued trembling throughout my entire body.

‘The others are already completely
entranced.’

Inside the Temple, there were others besides myself, and they had already fallen under the spell of the golden-haired man’s appearance and mysterious aura, kneeling in prayer as though they were receiving a deity.
I nearly burst out laughing at the sight of them adorned in jewels and expensive clothing, offering such fervent prayers.

‘My prediction was correct.’

Everyone summoned to the Temple today was someone more indulgent in their desires than others.
It seemed that to reach the place called ‘Heaven,’ one needed to display many desires and ugliness, accumulating negative emotions in the process.

‘However….’

I furrowed my brow as I watched people drooling, shedding tears, or grinding their teeth as if consumed by rage.

‘Something seems off—worse than what I observed from outside.’

Even accounting for their first encounter with a Celestial, their reactions were far too dramatic.
It wasn’t mere enchantment—they appeared utterly mad. I couldn’t understand why these humans, who had merely been excessive in their desires outside the Temple, had transformed so drastically.

“Ugh… ah…”

I approached the Golden-haired Man with timid steps, just as I had when first arriving at the Land of Clouds. Like the others beside me, I knelt down with tears glistening in my eyes, as though moved by the sanctity surrounding us.

“Just as Kuanyu described—truly exceptional talent.”

The Golden-haired Man sensed the negative emotions I wore like a surface layer and let out a low exclamation of surprise.

“You’ll serve your purpose admirably even in Heaven.”

He gently touched my shoulder as if to assure me of his confidence.

Whoooosh!

Warm divine power descended from the Golden-haired Man and seeped into my entire body. The physical exhaustion that had accumulated as I focused solely on desire seemed to wash away.

Yet paradoxically,
my mental fatigue only grew stronger.

‘No, it’s not just mental fatigue that’s building up.’

The desires I wore as a facade began to surge and roil as if about to explode. Had I not been a Transcendent concealing my power, I would have appeared as bestial as the others around me.
If he hadn’t been a transcendent being hiding his power, he probably would have looked as beastly as the others.

“Are you trying to destroy humanity altogether?”

I thought the reactions of the other people beside me were strangely intense, but it seemed to be because of the divine power the Golden-haired Man had bestowed upon me like a favor.

“Grrrr.”

Raon acted like the others, relaxing the strength in his eyes and drooling with foam spilling from his mouth.

“Here…”

Raon gently drew out Wrath’s anger that he had never unleashed until now, expressing even more intense negative emotions.

“Oh.”

The Golden-haired Man looked down at him and smacked his lips briefly.

“Certainly different. There’s a reason he ascends to Heaven in just two weeks.”

He said I’d grasped it correctly, curling up the corners of his mouth into a smile.

‘It worked.’

I watched the Golden-haired Man’s reaction and exhaled a silent breath of relief.

‘Thank goodness I didn’t activate the Ring of Fire.’

If Manhwagong had remained intact or if the Ring of Fire were being wielded with full strength, divine power at this level would never have approached me. But because I’d completely concealed my power, I’d managed to avoid detection.

“Ten. A perfectly suitable number.”

The Golden-haired Man counted them off, now referring to humans not by the counter for people, but as “heads”—the way one counts animals.

“Kuanyu, well done.”

He nodded approvingly toward the back.

“Not at all. It’s simply my duty.”

Kuanyu stepped forward with a subtle smile.

“You always bear the greater burden, Lord Baife.”

He addressed the Golden-haired Man as Baife and bowed his head.

“Hmph. Flattery.”

The Celestial Race man called Baife wrinkled his nose briefly.

“When I return, I’ll report your achievements to those above. Next time, you’ll be able to come along as well.”

He tilted his chin as if to say that next time, Kuanyu would be able to go with him.

“Thank you! I’ll place my faith in you, Lord Baife.”

Kuanyu expressed his gratitude and bowed his head to Baife.

“Then let’s be on our way.”

As Baife lowered his chin and raised his fingers, a pitch-black darkness surged up behind him.

Uuuuuuung!

The intense golden light pouring from the ceiling faded to gray, and the subtle radiance blooming around the Temple began to be erased.

‘Hmm….’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Baife, not the light itself, but the darkness that enveloped him.

‘Is that bastard really a Celestial Race member?’

Until just moments ago, I had naturally assumed he was Celestial Race because he wielded intense divine power, but seeing him manipulate such sinister darkness made him seem more like a Demon.

-He’s mixed.

Wrath furrowed his brow as he observed the darkness emanating from Baife’s body.

‘Mixed?’

I turned my gaze toward Wrath.

-That damned bastard’s subordinate, it seems.

Wrath had always scorned the Celestial Race, but this time his voice carried an unusual tension.

‘Who the hell is that damned bastard?’

I swallowed dryly and asked Wrath about the identity of that damned bastard.

-It’s not something to speak of yet.

Wrath sealed his lips as if I would soon find out.

‘But….’

Just as I was about to ask again, Baife tore open a Dimension that rippled with blackness.

Whoooooosh!

The interior of the Black Dimension shimmered with an ethereal white glow, reminiscent of the Land of Clouds.

“Enter, cattle.”

Baife raised his hand with elegant grace, gesturing toward the Black Dimensional Gate.

“This is the Heaven you’ve yearned for so desperately.”

He thrust his chin forward arrogantly, urging them to hurry inside.

“Roooaaarrr!”
“I’m going first!”
“Get out of my way!”

The nine humans inside the Temple, their eyes ablaze with madness, shoved and struck one another as they rushed toward the Black Dimensional Gate.

“Grrrraahhh!”

I plunged through the Black Dimensional Gate alongside the others, my questions about Wrath still unanswered.

Whoooooosh!

The moment I crossed the Black Dimensional Gate and touched the white space suffused with divine power, my body surged upward with a violent sensation.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

The black aura that Baife had been controlling dissipated completely, and a white wave crashed forward, drowning everything in its pale radiance.

‘What is this?’

I looked around, my brow furrowing slightly.

‘This is Heaven?’

To my right, only white. To my left, only white. A pristine white expanse surrounded me completely.

‘Where are the others?’

The nine humans who had leaped into the Black Dimension with me were nowhere to be seen. I was alone in this place.

‘Wrath. Wrath?’

I called out to Wrath, but there was no response from him either.

‘What in the world is this…’

I was blinking in bewilderment when it happened.

Goooooooooo!

A single thread of darkness rose from within the white space.

The darkness, burning like embers, consumed the surrounding light and gradually expanded, beginning to take on the form of a person—no, the form of an angel.

Shhhhhhhhh!

Like an angel of darkness wrapped in Shadow, the black angel’s wings gleamed white in an oddly striking way. Not content with consuming the light around him, he began to devour the light of the entire world.

Whoooooosh!

Now, with little light remaining and darkness filling the world, golden flames erupted. The flames were grasped in a man’s hand and honed into a sword that cut through the darkness.

Fuuuuuuuh!

That back—so familiar. The First Patriarch of Zigheart. The golden-haired Swordsman, more radiant than sunlight itself, cut through the darkness and restored light to this world once more.

Kuwaaaaang!

Displeased with that figure, the black angel charged forward, wrapping all the world’s darkness around itself, while the First Patriarch of Zigheart raised his sword of flames and met it head-on, refusing to yield.

Kuwaaaaang!

Golden flames and black light collided, and everything that existed before my eyes vanished.

Fuuuuuh!

I clenched my fists as I felt my body sinking into the ground.

‘Could it be that the First Patriarch actually cut it down…?’

* * *

Whoosh!

As Raon opened his eyes again, he saw another person’s back. It was the man who had been beside him in the Temple moments ago.

‘Have I returned to reality?’

It seemed the First Patriarch’s arrangements had extended beyond the Continent, reaching even into the Celestial Realm.

-Where exactly do you keep running off to!

Wrath furrowed his brow, telling me to stay still.

-When you disappear, the True Demon King has to protect your body!

He snorted, complaining that it was bothersome.

‘I’m sorry.’

I clasped my hands together apologetically to Wrath.

‘This fellow, really.’

In the past, he would have threatened to seize my body or something similar, but now he was just grumbling about protecting me. It struck me anew that Wrath had become a friend rather than an irritating Demon Lord.

‘So this is Heaven.’

I rose to my feet and surveyed my surroundings.

‘Huh? What is this place…?’

A vast city sprawled before my eyes, but its appearance was completely different from what I had anticipated.

The right side was lined with grand mansions and ornate buildings, much like those in the Land of Clouds, while the left side was scattered with shabby structures hastily constructed from planks and stone.

The contrast wasn’t limited to the buildings alone—the appearance of the people differed starkly as well.

A select few wore coats with leather that gleamed smoothly, or luxurious garments that seemed woven from silk, while others—lacking proper clothing altogether—crawled across the ground like beggars, their bodies wrapped in nothing but tattered rags.

“Huh…?”
“This… this is Heaven?”
“What… what’s happening…?”

Even those consumed by the madness of divine power trembled, their lips quivering at the sight of Heaven that defied all expectation.

“That’s right.”

Baife, wreathed in darkness, twisted his lips into a smile.

“This is Heaven. A place where you can see just how expensive your desires truly are.”

He chuckled, as though the real life of Heaven was only now beginning.

“….”

I lowered my head, clutching it as though bewildered like the others.

‘I see now. I understand the mechanism.’

Though my expression feigned shock, I felt no genuine surprise. Now I understood what Derus Robert was truly doing.

‘Evelyn.’

I called her name silently in my mind, giving a subtle nod.

‘Now we begin.’

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————