The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1212

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Chapter 1212

I approached Kurk’s Tower with my hands clasped behind my back.

‘It will all be over soon.’

Thanks to Strude Priest’s favoritism, my foundation in the Celestial Realm had solidified far faster than anticipated. Once I consumed this final Tower before me, I could ascend to the heavens and finally
meet the Archangel.

-At last, it ends.

Wrath rubbed his hands together.

-The food in this place wasn’t terrible, but I’ve missed home cooking! And….

He bared his teeth with a cold gleam in his eyes.

-I’m curious which Archangel will show up and act foolish! If the True Demon King were still in his prime, these wretches wouldn’t even dare cast a shadow!

Wrath recited the names of the Archangels one by one, savoring each word.

“It’s Jilpen!”
“Could it be that he’s challenging Kurk?”
“That’s right! Kurk’s Tower is the only one left over there!”
“Finally, the undefeated monsters clash!”
“The victor of that battle will gain the honor of meeting the Archangel.”

The people sensed from my movements that a war between Tower Masters was about to unfold, and they followed in my wake.

“This is something I have to see! It’ll be the greatest battle since Heaven opened!”
“Sigh, I’m envious. If only I’d had such an opportunity….”
“You had plenty of chances. We just failed to seize them.”
“Jilpen burned himself like a moth to challenge it. That’s how he climbed to such heights.”
“Whether on earth or in Heaven, you can only gain something through challenge. The beginning is always the hardest, but….”
“That’s why I hope Jilpen wins. Watching him reminds me of my childhood.”
“Jilpen! Since it’s come to this, you absolutely must win!”
“Yes! Devour the entire Tower and become a Transcendent!”
“Just don’t pretend you don’t know us later!”

The residents of Heaven who had witnessed Jilpen’s journey now waved their hands enthusiastically as if they had become his devoted followers.

“Wow….”

Charlie exhaled softly as he looked around at the people cheering for Raon.

“Why are they acting like this? They hated us so much before.”

He blinked, unable to comprehend the sudden shift in the crowd’s sentiment.

“It is certainly strange.”

I narrowed my eyes as I glanced to the right.

“Usually people would be jealous like that.”

The people standing to the right were cursing me, their eyes burning with the flames of envy. In truth, considering how this Heaven was designed, such a reaction would have been more natural.

“Then why are they supporting Lord Jilpen?”

Charlie tilted his head in confusion, unable to grasp the reason.

“It’s because they’re human, after all.”

I let out a soft chuckle.

“Humans always want to create someone they can rely on. Even though they came to Heaven seeking to fulfill their hidden desires, they search for someone who can achieve their dreams in their stead.”

The people who seemed to follow me were hoping I would achieve the dreams they could not. They sought vicarious satisfaction through me, pursuing their own goals indirectly.

—How pathetic.

Wrath clicked his tongue loudly.

—To seek vicarious satisfaction through others even in a land where dreams can be realized! What foolishness!

He tapped his own chest as if frustrated with those who cheered him on.

‘That’s not quite right.’

I shook my head calmly.

‘This place may appear to be a land of opportunity where one can achieve everything desired, but in reality, it’s nothing more than a pigsty with a slightly higher ceiling.’
“It may look like a land of opportunity where you can achieve anything, but in reality, it’s nothing more than a pigsty with a slightly higher ceiling.”

Recalling Derus Robert’s unpleasant gaze, he furrowed his brow deeply.

“These people have lived their entire lives being trampled by the powerful from the outside, so they must have instinctively sensed the ominous nature of this Celestial Realm.”

At first, he shared the same thoughts as Wrath. He used to think it was pathetic how people desired things but didn’t dare to challenge for them, but his perspective changed a lot after going through the Tower’s life-or-death trials.

People living in this Celestial Realm have always been subjected to mistreatment, so they’re quick to read the room. Through that perceptiveness, they instinctively see the ugliness and limitations of this place.
It was close to giving up on noticing and going up.

“Because this guy exists.”

Raon curled up his lips as he gazed at the Tower that rose highest in the Celestial Realm.

“Like the Wall of Lamentation, everyone has given up on bursting forth their desires because of this ceiling that blocks humanity.”

The Strude Priest said he wouldn’t make a life-or-death commitment to the Tower because he didn’t want to lose the desires people possessed, but the reality was different.

They were no different from livestock being raised.
It was no different from being literally raised like livestock.

“Then shall we break through the ceiling that blocks humanity?”

Raon lifted his foot in a familiar posture.

“That’s enough.”

Just as I was about to kick the Tower again as I always did, a heavy voice called out from behind me.

“Lower your foot. I’m already out.”

I turned around to see a Handsome Young Man of short stature standing with his arms crossed. His skin gleamed so brilliantly white that my eyes were drawn to him involuntarily.

“K-Kurk!”
“Jilpen and Kurk meeting like this…?”
“That’s Kurk? He’s completely tiny?”
“Don’t underestimate him! If you fight that monster, you won’t be able to get up for a month!”
“That’s right. Jilpen is impressive, but I don’t even want to face Kurk.”

The crowd swallowed hard at the mere sight of Kurk, their tension palpable.

‘As expected…’

I narrowed my eyes to slits as I observed Kurk’s luminously pale skin.

‘That one is no human.’

I had never seen Kurk in person before, but the moment I heard he was the strongest person in this Celestial Realm, I was certain.

‘Kurk is definitely of the Celestial Race.’

A cunning creature like Derus Robert would never grant wishes to just anyone.
From the start, he must have intended to create an unreachable ceiling and let all those striving upward fall.

‘Just as I predicted…’

He was of the Celestial Race.

Others might not sense it, but I could tell at a glance. Kurk was of the same Celestial Race as Baife, who had brought me to this Celestial Realm.

—Your prediction was correct!

Wrath wrinkled his nose in displeasure.

—That bastard is indeed of the Celestial Race! Worse than vermin, those wretched Celestial scum!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, seething with fury at the Celestial Race for toying with humans.

‘Those people rumored to have built a tower reaching the heavens, fulfilled their wishes, and departed from the Celestial Realm—they must actually be Celestials in disguise as well.’

The person Baife and Charlie had mentioned, who supposedly met the Archangel and had their wish granted, was undoubtedly a Celestial transformed into human form.

“Here you are.”

Strude Priest pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.

“I heard that Kurk and Jilpen were to engage in a life-or-death duel, so I came to witness it myself.”

He smiled faintly, saying he couldn’t possibly miss such a confrontation between the two.

“So if I defeat that bastard, I can make a wish to the heavens, right?”

Raon furrowed his brow and pointed toward Kurk’s Tower.

“Hmm….”

Strude Priest looked between Raon and Kurk’s Tower in turn, then nodded.

“Since Jilpen has additional benefits I’ve granted, it should be sufficient.”

He offered a subtle smile, saying that if Kurk were defeated, he could immediately petition the Archangel for his wish. It felt as though he were declaring that victory was absolutely certain.

“Good. Wait for me then.”

Raon nodded with satisfaction upon hearing Strude Priest’s assurance.

“If you’ve come to challenge me, let’s begin at once.”

Kurk spread both his arms wide as he regarded Raon.

“I despise wasting time.”

He curled his lips upward, insisting they skip the pointless staring contest and commence the life-or-death duel with the tower at stake.

“Are we starting without any preamble?”
“That’s Kurk for you. Still refreshingly direct.”
“Come to think of it, I’ve never heard of Kurk refusing a challenge.”
“W-who do you think will win?”

The onlookers swallowed hard as they watched Kurk and me face off against each other.

“I agree.”

I chuckled softly and clapped my hands together lightly.

“I’m not fond of pointless chatter either.”

I nodded arrogantly, suggesting we begin at once.

“Hmph.”

Kurk let out a scornful laugh, confident in his victory, and unleashed his desire.

A faint hissing sound filled the air.

His desire took on a mist-like form and touched my very soul.

‘This isn’t desire—it’s divine power.’

The aura Kurk unleashed was divine power wrapped in the guise of desire.

“You seem to have some understanding of what desire truly is.”

Kurk scoffed with bravado, claiming he wouldn’t find this boring despite not even wielding desire itself.

“That’s right. I know what desire is. But….”

I accepted Kurk’s life-or-death duel and returned his scornful smile.

“You seem to know nothing about desire at all.”

I struck a nerve with words that Kurk couldn’t help but feel, my eyes turning cold and piercing.

“How dare you!”

Kurk’s brow furrowed as if he’d been insulted by a mere human, and he unleashed divine power masquerading as desire toward me.

Kuguguguguguuu!

An aura fundamentally different from the Tower Masters I’d fought thus far pressed down upon my soul. Now I understood why those who’d battled Kurk had suffered for over a month.

‘If I had my way, I’d tear him apart with aura….’

But the time isn’t right yet.

I absolutely couldn’t reveal my true identity before meeting Derus Robert and the Archangel. With Strude Priest and the other Celestial Race watching, I had to fight using only desire.

Shhhhhhh!

I unleashed the emotions of the Demon Lords slumbering within my soul. Greed, gluttony, sloth, lust, envy, and wrath. Though human emotions, the aura of the Demon Realm lords far transcended their scale and collided with Kurk’s divine power.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

A scream of the soul that shouldn’t have been audible pierced the air. The Demon Lords’ aura instantly obliterated Kurk’s crudely disguised divine power and began devouring it whole.

“W-what!”

Kurk, flustered and abandoning all pretense of concealment, unleashed all the divine power he possessed. It seemed to stem from his pride—the absolute refusal to lose to a human.
It was the same.

“Tsk.”

Strude Priest raised his hand, conjuring a blue aura. He created an illusion to prevent Kurk’s divine power from being detected by others.

‘It makes no difference regardless.’

The Demon Lords’ emotions held supreme compatibility against divine power. In this land filled with vile desires, there was no need to conceal strength, so I freely unleashed that tyrannical authority and consumed all of Kurk’s divine power.

“I-impossible….”

Kurk’s lips trembled, drained of color, as if shocked that he couldn’t overcome me despite openly displaying his divine power.

“You said you hate wasting time, didn’t you?”

I looked down at Kurk with the same contemptuous smile as before.

“A-Ah! Wait, just a moment!”
“No more wasted time. Let’s end this now.”

Kurk waved his hand pleadingly, but I ignored him and unleashed the desire that had consumed divine power.

Kuuuaaaaaaah!

My desire coiled around Kurk’s entire body like a serpent, draining every ounce of desire and divine power that dwelt within his soul.

“Hack!”

Because Kurk was of the Celestial Race, the impact from the Demon Lords’ desire was far greater. He collapsed, spewing blood and foam from his mouth—a pathetic end for the Tower Master who once commanded the highest tower in Heaven.

“Gasp!”
“K-Kurk lost?”
“I never dreamed Jilpen would win….”
“Such an outcome was unthinkable.”
“I-I naturally assumed Kurk would win and achieve his wish!”
“I can’t believe a human harbors such desire.”

Most of those watching the life-or-death duel had clearly predicted Kurk’s victory. They gasped at his defeat and clicked their tongues in astonishment.

“….”

Strude Priest, too, had not anticipated this outcome. He bit his worn lips, unable to tear his eyes from the fallen Kurk.

“Hey.”

I tapped Kurk’s tower lightly with my palm, calling out to Strude Priest.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d construct the tower right away.”

I tilted my chin gracefully as I watched Strude Priest struggle to hide his bewilderment.

“I want to make my wish immediately.”

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