The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1226

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Chapter 1226

I opened my eyes slowly, as though I were spending twice as much time on a single moment.

‘…Where am I?’

Despite my eyes being open, the entire world remained shrouded in darkness as if my eyelids were still sealed shut. I could see neither people nor the shapes of furniture like beds or chairs.

‘The war with Derus Robert should have ended, shouldn’t it?’

I recalled severing Derus Robert’s soul with the Sword of the Mind’s Living Death, then hurling the death aura that had condensed into a perfect circle back at him.
I had lost consciousness while receiving praise from Glen, but I had no idea where I was now.

‘Why am I not in my room or Pedrick’s Mansion?’

It was embarrassing to admit, but I rarely emerged unscathed from wars or battles.
So it was customary for me to wake up in the Annex Building or at Pedrick’s Residence after losing consciousness, yet I had no idea why I had opened my eyes in this strange place this time.

‘Wait. Now that I think about it, there was a time like this before… Ah!’

I stroked my chin as memories surfaced, and a low exclamation escaped my lips.

‘The Mental World?’

I hadn’t properly recognized it after regaining consciousness, but this place seemed to be the Mental World. It appeared I hadn’t noticed the difference because my soul had become as solid as my body.

‘As expected, the Sword of the Mind doesn’t just develop the blade itself—it cultivates the soul as well.’

Simply wielding the Sword of the Mind seemed to foster tremendous growth in my soul. The soul I had thought could grow no larger had expanded further, and now it possessed senses as keen as my physical body.

‘That’s partly thanks to the Ring of Fire reaching the Tenth Star.’

As the Ring of Fire ascended to the Tenth Star, my body, soul, and aura all underwent profound transformation. It was no exaggeration to say my overall combat prowess had grown substantially.

‘But…’

I slowly lifted my gaze.

‘Where am I?’

My own Mental World wasn’t exactly pristine, but it certainly wasn’t pitch-black like this. This darkness belonged to someone else’s Mental World entirely.
It wasn’t this pitch black. The Facility was clearly someone else’s Mental World, not his own.

“I want to wake up quickly and check my body condition… huh?”

Raon tried to get up while rotating his wrist, but the ground shook slightly. No, the earth wasn’t solid—it felt soft and spongy, like a swamp.

What is it?

As I lowered my gaze, I could see something glimmering with a faint crimson light in the Darkness.

“It’s not just one or two. Are these like bricks?”

The floor was covered with fragments that glimmered with a dark red light.
‘Then what could…’

I narrowed my eyes further, trying to discern the crimson fragments more clearly.

Whoosh.

A sound like flames erupting came from behind me.

‘Hm?’

“Huh?”
‘The First Patriarch…?’

His once-radiant golden hair was drenched in blood, stained crimson. His back and arms, always so formidable, were riddled with deep wounds where flesh had been torn away. The blade that once blazed with fierce flames now flickered with only dying embers.

“Haaa…”

The First Patriarch of Zigheart. The mightiest swordsman, who always exuded composure, now gasped for breath in a state where death would be no surprise.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Raon swallowed hard as he watched the First Patriarch’s back.

‘What… what is this? Why is he like this…?’

The First Patriarch was the strongest being among all humans, demons, and celestials that Raon knew of. It was shocking to see him driven into such a desperate situation.

‘Wait! The First Patriarch in a desperate situation?’

Raon realized something and lowered his gaze back to the ground.

‘Could it be…?’

Understanding what the blood-red fragments scattered across the earth meant, he drew in a deep breath.

‘The Destruction Dragon!’

The Destruction Dragon that had descended to annihilate the world before being subjugated by the First Patriarch—it seemed that massive entity beneath his feet was its true form. What he had mistaken for blood-red fragments were apparently the dragon’s scales.

‘That makes sense.’

The Destruction Dragon was the most fearsome existence that had nearly consumed the entire Continent.
It was hardly strange that even the First Patriarch would sustain such grave injuries from it.

‘However…’

Raon furrowed his brow as he watched the First Patriarch coughing up black blood.

‘The situation is slightly different from what I expected.’

He had assumed the First Patriarch had subdued the Destruction Dragon with the combined strength of several allies, yet only he stood alone in this place.

‘Perhaps the battle was so grueling he couldn’t even visualize his companions.’

Thinking about it, the fight against the Destruction Dragon must have been so intense that he could barely comprehend his own condition.

‘But…’

Raon pressed his lips together slightly as he observed the First Patriarch—still coughing blood yet maintaining his stance, sword held firmly in hand.

‘Why is the First Patriarch still maintaining his stance even though the battle is over?’

The Destruction Dragon lay dead beneath my feet, yet the First Patriarch of Zigheart showed no signs of relaxing his guard. I couldn’t comprehend why.

‘Could it be…’

I took a step forward.

Whoooosh!

From the darkness, a pristine white circle emerged—perfectly unblemished.
Above it curved a crescent arc. Those were eyes. Black sclera with white pupils—eyes the inverse of any ordinary human’s—gazed down upon the First Patriarch of Zigheart.

Whoosh.

The First Patriarch nodded heavily, as if he had anticipated this all along, and turned to face the presence. His visage emerged from the black darkness.

He bore the commanding dignity of a general orchestrating a battlefield, yet also radiated the noble refinement of a scholar who had transcended worldly affairs.
Golden hair and crimson eyes—the distinctive cold beauty of Zigheart—and yet, strangely, only warmth emanated from him.

The First Patriarch tilted his chin toward me, as if asking whether I was watching carefully. His eyes, heavy with pain and exhaustion, were fixed precisely upon me.

“…I saw it clearly.”

I gave the First Patriarch a grave nod.

“….”

The First Patriarch smiled like a child—incongruous with the gravity of the moment—as if that was all he needed, then turned back once more. With trembling hands, he raised his sword, its embers still smoldering.

Whoooosh!

The instant the First Patriarch and those inverted eyes collided, the entire world swirled like a vortex, and azure light erupted forth.

‘I understand now.’

I bit my lip hard, watching the First Patriarch’s back disappear into the darkness.

‘What you were trying to tell me.’

I closed my eyes again, recalling what the First Patriarch had wanted to say to me even in that wretched state.

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“What…?”

As I slowly opened my eyes, my entire vision was covered by something distinctly blue.

“Another mental world?”

I thought I had entered a second mental world after the First Patriarch of Zigheart.

-Mental world?

The blue mass pressed down on my face and let out a scoff.

-You’re spouting nonsense!
‘Wrath?’

The blue sphere was Wrath. It seemed he had planted his rear end squarely on my face.

-Spouting such drivel means you’ve been up to something strange again!

Wrath furrowed his brow, demanding that I finally stay still.

“Where am I…?”

As I lifted my gaze, the familiar ceiling of my room in the Annex Building came into view.

‘So it wasn’t a dream.’

Seeing the spotless room—thanks to the maids’ thorough cleaning—I finally felt relief wash over me.

-Of course it wasn’t a dream!

Wrath looked down at me and scoffed.

-You crushed that treacherous Derus Robert with your own power!

He nodded vigorously, saying that he could be proud of that part.

‘That’s not it.’

I waved my hand slightly. The pain in my wrist and arm suggested I hadn’t fully recovered yet.

‘I could never have accomplished this without the help of others.’

The Bi-Yeon Society and Black Market who found the Land of Clouds, Evelyn and the Mages who crafted the necessary spells at precisely the right moments, and even the elite of Zigheart who arrived in my darkest hour. Without all of them, I could never have reached Derus Robert.

‘Especially at the end, Grandfather and you were invaluable.’

When I targeted Derus Robert’s soul with the Heart Sword, Glen showed me the way, and Wrath refused to lose faith, declaring he would take responsibility for everything that followed.
Thanks to those two, I gained a new understanding and was able to pierce Derus Robert’s soul.

-Aaaaaahhhhh!

Wrath screamed, clutching his head.

-Here comes the humility monster again!

He bared his white teeth and thrust his face toward me.

-I know your humility is annoyingly well-developed, so just accept it for once!

Wrath waved his hand desperately, begging me to stop.

-Say that you’re the best! That you accomplished everything!

He smacked my head, insisting that since everything turned out well, I should praise myself openly.

‘Praise myself openly?’

I closed my eyes slightly, recalling Wrath’s words.

‘Now that I think about it, he has a point.’

I had always attributed my accomplishments to others. Now that I’ve slain my nemesis Derus Robert, perhaps it wouldn’t be wrong to follow Wrath’s advice and
openly praise myself for once.

‘I did it.’

I clenched my fist with a hand that felt weightless.

-Louder! Even a five-year-old brat would shout with more volume than you!
“I did it! I killed Derus Robert! With my own blade!”

I thrust my fist toward the sky and proclaimed my achievement aloud.

-That’s more like it!

Wrath nodded his massive head with evident approval.

-You’re starting to call yourself like the True Demon King does, referring to yourself as….

He was about to continue with a smirk when it happened.

[You have achieved a transcendent accomplishment.]
[You have severed the soul of an absolute being destined to be remembered in the Continent’s history.]
[You have completed a perfect infiltration operation.]
[Wrath acknowledges you as the finest human.]
[All stat points increase by 150.]
[Trait….]

A cascade of reward messages materialized before me and Wrath. This time, the achievement section alone spanned four lines—the longest yet, and the point allocation was the highest I’d ever received.

-Ah….

Wrath’s jaw hung slack as he stared at the message showing a 150-point stat increase.

-O-one hundred fifty? Are you insane?! Is that even a number you can get from a single achievement?!

He shrieked, convinced the system had completely lost its mind.

‘You acknowledged it yourself,’

I pointed to the fourth line—Wrath’s acknowledgment of me as the finest human.

-No, that was just something I said out of irritation because you were being so humble!

Wrath ground his teeth so hard they made a grating sound.

—The True Demon King never acknowledged this!

He wailed that the System was clearly illiterate.

‘Well, from my perspective, it’s nothing but beneficial. Though….’

I lowered the reward message and turned my gaze toward the door.

Crash!

The sound of multiple footsteps echoed as the door burst open with violent force.

“Raon!”
“Organization Master!”
“My son!”
“Young Master!”
“Raon….”
“You brat!”

Seeing the people who could be identified by their voices alone, I drew a gentle smile.

‘I want to welcome these people right now.’

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