The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1215

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Chapter 1215

‘I kept failing.’

I recalled the countless hours spent attempting to forge the tenth ring of fire, slowly closing my eyes.
Recalling those moments, I slowly closed my eyes.

“I’ve passed the halfway point, but I’ve never gotten close to completion.”

I continued to attempt the transmutation of the ring with Glen’s support in Zigheart, but failed every time.
‘But….’

Since beginning this plan, I hadn’t attempted to forge the ring even once.

Even while sleeping, I continued rotating the ring of fire, yet I never challenged the creation of the tenth ring.

Even while sleeping, she continued to rotate the ring of fire, but she never attempted to create a tenth ring.
Honestly, my practice was insufficient. The possibility of failure loomed too large, and the moment I failed, my identity would undoubtedly be exposed to Derus Robert. A chill ran down my spine.

‘It is dangerous, that much is true.’

I slowly steadied my breathing and opened my eyes. I gazed at the hand Derus extended, his blue eyes—Jilpen’s eyes—gleaming with desire and anticipation.

‘But if I don’t take that hand, I die right now.’

If I refused to take Derus’s hand and make a wish here, his suspicion would harden into certainty, and my head would burst asunder.

If I don’t hold Derus Robert’s hand here and make a wish, his suspicion will turn into certainty, and my head will explode.
‘Yet strangely, my mood isn’t terrible.’

In a situation where a single misstep could mean death, my heart felt oddly at peace. I didn’t know why, but somehow I felt certain of success, and a natural smile bloomed across my face.

-Ha! You’re smiling in a situation like this?

Wrath let out an exasperated laugh.

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

You’re a pleasure-seeking madman! You always try to handle everything in actual combat!

He grabbed my shoulders and shook them, saying his heart was pounding so hard he thought he’d die.

‘It’s fine.’

I smiled and waved my hand dismissively.

‘Somehow, I feel like it’s possible. Besides….’

I extended my hand toward Derus Robert and tilted my chin slightly.

‘I haven’t forged the tenth ring yet, but since arriving here, I haven’t stopped rotating the nine rings even once.’

By resonating the rings of fire to form a false soul called Jilpen, I had been rotating the rings constantly—not just since coming to the Celestial Realm, but even before that, during my time in the Land of Clouds.
This was the first time I’d maintained the rings without pause for such an extended period, so now they felt as familiar as if they were a natural part of my body.
It was the first time he had never stopped the ring for such a long time, so now the ring felt as familiar as if it were completely a part of his own body.

“Come now, take my hand and make a wish to become a transcendent being.”

Derus Robert drew a gentle smile with a gleam in his eyes that said he would no longer tolerate dragging out this situation.

“Of course! For the sake of revenge!”

Raon grasped Derus Robert’s snow-white hand while resonating the nine rings of fire.

Ugh!

Derus Robert’s hand was ice-cold, contrary to his warm smile. Of course, the problem wasn’t the coldness itself, but rather the soul of the bastard pushing in the moment our hands touched.

“So you’re coming in pretty openly calling yourself a beginner.”

Derus Robert showed no signs of wasting time, immediately releasing his own soul in one breath to examine it.

“He blocks it. No, he completely hides it.”

The moment Derus Robert’s soul began to bore into his body, Raon resonated all nine rings at full power.

Whoooooosh!

The ring, now as familiar as my own body, rotated with molten heat, slowing the passage of time across the entire world.

Sssssss.

Even the soul of Derus Robert, burrowing in to examine me, slowed—truly, the ring of fire was an ancient martial art that nothing could match.

‘Now it begins. And there is only one chance.’

Like a monster pursuing Glen’s heels, Derus Robert moved at tremendous speed even within the extreme world slowed by the ring of fire.
Judging from how his soul permeated the space, there would be only one opportunity to create the tenth ring.

‘Let’s begin.’

I ignited a new flame between the nine rings rotating with brilliant light.
The thin heat, like a candle’s flame, rose slowly but steadily, expanding its own space at a measured pace.

‘The existing rings have slowed.’

I felt the speed of the nine rings decrease and let out a small exclamation.

‘No, the rings are the same—have I simply grown more familiar with them?’

Upon closer inspection, the rings’ speed had not slowed at all. If anything, they had accelerated.

Yet because I had never stopped the rings’ rotation for even a moment, I had grown far more accustomed to their movement.

‘If now….’

As if reading the future, I meticulously deciphered the movements of the nine rings rotating with intense brilliance, forging the tenth ring without a single failure.

Whoooooosh!

The tenth ring surpassed the halfway point in an instant. The nine rings rotated even faster as if to obstruct me, but I read every movement and summoned a deeper golden flame to complete the remaining half.

‘Now for the final… wait?’

The progress was far faster than when I cultivated at Zigheart.
Just as I was certain of success, with only a quarter remaining to complete in the time it would normally take to forge half a ring—

Screeeeeech!

Derus Robert’s cold yet colossal soul surged past my body in an instant, bearing down directly upon my spirit.

‘So fast?’

The tenth ring of fire was taking shape far better than I’d anticipated, yet Derus Robert’s soul proved vastly more formidable than my calculations. It seemed he too had undergone another breakthrough during this brief span.
It felt like I had grown one more time.

‘What do I do?’

If I had even a moment’s grace, I could complete the tenth ring.
But before that, Derus Robert’s soul would surely pierce through the false spirit I’d woven from nine rings.

‘Damn it! If only I had a fraction more time….’

The crushing pressure of Derus Robert’s immense soul bore down relentlessly, destabilizing even my concentration on ring-forging. For the first time, the tenth ring’s momentum began to stiffen.

‘The timing may not align, but I’ll force my way through here….’
-Sigh….

Just as I clenched my fists and prepared to pour every ounce of my consciousness into the tenth ring’s synthesis, Wrath’s sigh reached my ears.

-Truly, you accomplish nothing without the True Demon King.

He shook his head as if utterly exasperated.

-I intended to remain still, but that one displeases me greatly.

Wrath gazed down upon Derus Robert, his nose wrinkling with disdain.

-The True Demon King shall aid you one final time!

The moment he spoke those words, time itself seemed to decelerate further, and Derus’s soul’s approach slowed to half its former speed.

-Now, now is the moment!

Even for one as mighty as the Lord of Wrath, influencing another’s soul while in spirit form proved no trivial feat—sweat streamed down his forehead like rivulets.

‘Thank you.’

I expressed my gratitude to Wrath and refocused on the movement of the rings.
Using the fleeting moment my friend had created, I steadied the wavering flame and concentrated on the final forging.

Clang!

The nine rings spun with blade-like sharpness, as if refusing to accept a new ring, drawing their final line of defense.

‘I’m going through anyway.’

I couldn’t afford to waste the time Wrath had opened. I found a single gap—thinner than the eye of a needle, thinner than a strand of hair—and unleashed the spiral of flame through it.

Boom!

Wrath’s soul released the time it had held, and Derus Robert’s soul reached toward mine.

Whoosh!

Simultaneously, the nine rings blazed with crimson light, resisting to the very end as they blocked the completion of the tenth ring.

‘I’ve already seen the path.’

I channeled unprecedented concentration, connecting the beginning and end of the tenth ring—something I had never reached before.

Rumble!

As the tenth ring completed, an explosion like the birth of the universe erupted within my body—no, within my soul.

* * *

‘Hmm….’

Derus Robert narrowed his eyes as he examined Jilpen’s soul.

‘Jealousy, a thirst for revenge, an intense desire for power. And perhaps a fear of being disrespected?’

The man named Jilpen was, exactly as he appeared and as Strude had reported, a wild boar who had been belittled and ignored since childhood, driven to pursue nothing but strength.

‘But
something felt off?’

When I received the report from Strude Priest, there was nothing particularly
unusual about it, yet it carried a sensation similar to what I experienced with Raon Zigheart.
Out of an abundance of caution, I came here myself to investigate, but as expected, I found nothing remarkable.

‘I did feel a brief moment where time seemed to distort….’

When I moved my own soul to examine Jilpen’s spirit, I experienced a fleeting sensation of time stuttering, however briefly.
But that was entirely possible given that I was currently using a fragmented form.

‘Should I examine it again?’

To be thorough, I combed through Jilpen’s entire soul once more, yet still found nothing unusual. Or rather, it wasn’t that there were no distinctive qualities.

‘The hunger for power is remarkably intense.’

Among all the humans who had ever come to the Celestial Realm, Jilpen possessed an unparalleled desire for strength and thirst for vengeance.
Even now, craving revenge, his soul cried out for power. With emotions of this magnitude, I could understand how he had grown so rapidly and even managed to oppress the divine beings.

‘This might be something I can exploit.’

If I leveraged Jilpen’s hunger for power, his vengeance against humanity, and his greed, I might be able to create a new transcendent being for my faction.

‘Of course, it won’t last long.’

Forcibly remaking a human into a transcendent being would inevitably consume their lifespan and soul at an accelerated rate. Since all I need is for them to endure until the war ends, it should prove
reasonably useful.

“You possess a soul that is both pure and unwavering.”

Derus Robert offered Jilpen a fresh smile and nodded.

“Your wish has been conveyed to the heavens through the Tower of Babel and reached the Divine Land.”

I spoke of his wish reaching the sky and brought my hands together.

“So when is that Archangel coming down?”

Jilpen gnawed at his lips, wondering why Strude wasn’t showing himself. Witnessing his raw display of ignorance and impatience—as transparent as a spirit I’d observed directly—the lingering doubt that remained simply evaporated.

“The Divine has heard your wish, and will soon send down the Archangel. Please wait just a moment longer.”

Derus Robert smiled faintly, asking him to be patient.

“Why is there always so much waiting in this place!”

Jilpen scowled irritably and stomped his feet like a ruffian.

“Your Eminence.”

Derus Robert filled in the ground that Jilpen had damaged, his expression serene and benevolent.

“I have a proposal I would like to offer you.”

* * *

“A proposal?”

I furrowed my brow, regarding Derus Robert.

“What is it?”

I answered while gazing at the sky piercing through the tower’s peak, as if utterly indifferent. Of course, my heart was thundering wildly within my chest, threatening to burst.

‘It was merely a single sheet of paper’s difference.’

I clenched my fists, feeling the rotating rings of fire without uttering a sound.

Chiiiiiiing!

Ten rings. The ten rings of fire I had yearned for so desperately now rotated simultaneously, creating a miniature sun above my heart.
That intense heat blazed with golden radiance, as if it would engulf not merely my soul, but this entire world itself.

‘Even Derus’s soul could not reach through.’

Even Derus Robert’s sinister and colossal soul—the very one that had shocked Darkan—could not pierce through all ten rings. It merely grazed the superficial soul I had constructed and retreated.
As I had anticipated, the Ring of Fire that had ascended to the tenth star possessed power so extraordinary that
even Derus Robert could not perceive it.

‘Power overflows within me.’

I felt explosive strength coursing through my entire body and twisted my lips into a smile.

‘I could accomplish anything now.’

The strength of my original body, aura, and soul felt far more vivid than ever before. It seemed I could now unfold all the techniques I had only imagined in my mind until now.

-Haaah….

Wrath appeared with sunken cheeks as if he hadn’t eaten in a week.

-Bow, offer your gratitude to the True Demon King! Without me, you would have perished long ago!

He furrowed his brow, insisting that he was the reason I still lived.

‘That’s true.’

I smiled faintly and nodded.

‘Thank you, my friend.’

The time Wrath had granted me was scarcely different from a fleeting instant.
Yet given how dire the situation was, without that brief assistance, I would not have made it in time.
I offered sincere gratitude to a friend who always gave without asking for anything in return.

-Cough, cough!

Wrath let out a dry cough, clearly exhausted.

-Hmph! You have repaid the debt for the food you consumed here.

That fellow snorted dismissively, claiming he had repaid the debt by eating whatever food he wanted in the Land of Clouds and the Celestial Realm.

‘Is that so?’

Raon let out a short chuckle. Wrath seemed reluctant to burden me with the weight of calling himself my friend. If I handled this matter well, I’d need to buy him everything he desired.

“How would you like to work in the Celestial Realm after completing your revenge?”

Derus Robert gave me a slight nod, suggesting I take on work in Heaven.

“Everything your grace desires shall be within your grasp.”

He painted a bright smile across his face as if he could grant me anything I wished for.

“Hmm.”

Raon narrowed his eyes slightly, as if lost in thought.

‘So he intends to exploit me.’

Derus Robert clearly intended to transform Jilpen not into a disposable transcendent, but into a semi-permanent monster to deploy in the war that would unfold within a year. Of course, he would be discarded afterward.

“Everything I desire, you say….”

I acted the part of Jilpen, consumed by desire, and licked my lips.

“First, let me meet the Archangel and think it over! That’s what matters most to me right now!”

I muttered words that Jilpen would absolutely say, then gazed upward at the sky once more.

“By all means.”

Derus Robert nodded calmly, as if he could wait as long as necessary.

Whoooooosh!

As if his nod were a signal, brilliant iridescent light erupted from the fractured sky above.

‘Now begins….’

I tensed my fingertips and let slip a cold smile. My expression brimmed with anticipation, yet my true thoughts
diverged sharply from what others might imagine.

‘The real beginning starts now.’

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