The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1235

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Chapter 1235

Crunch.

I clenched my fist so tightly that it produced an audible sound.

‘I knew something was off.’

Glen Zigheart hadn’t displayed particularly overwhelming power since entering this Underground Training Ground.
Even if the pressure of the Training Ground was stronger, he should have demonstrated a level of strength far superior to mine, yet he hadn’t shown anything of the sort.

I had found it strange because it contradicted his declaration that he would unleash his full power, and as I suspected, there was a reason for it. This Training Ground didn’t merely suppress one’s strength—it seemed to equalize the power of everyone who entered it to the same level.
This Training Ground didn’t just weaken one’s power; it seemed to equalize the strength of everyone who entered it to the same level.

“Even in a place like this, Grandfather overwhelmed me.”

Even when possessing the same amount of aura and equal levels of body and soul, Glen Zigheart toyed with him like a child. It meant there was an enormous gap in their fundamental skill itself.

“Ha ha.”

Raon couldn’t help but laugh at the chill that came from that realization.

“Why are you laughing?”

Glen blinked his eyes in disbelief as he watched Raon laugh.

“I’m happy.”

Raon gazed at Glen with an even deeper smile.

“Happy?”

Glen tilted his head in confusion at what she meant.

“Yes.”

Raon nodded without hesitation.

“It simply means there are still many areas where I can improve.”

After severing Derus Robert’s soul, I had achieved considerable growth.
Honestly, I had reached a point where I no longer knew how to train or develop myself further, so as always, I simply wielded my sword.

But since arriving here, I had been overwhelmed by Glen Zigheart like a child reverting to infancy.

The fact that I could match Glen’s power and speed yet still fell short meant there were still many areas for improvement. Having descended to the First Patriarch’s Training Ground, I wanted to do everything in my power to grow stronger.

‘So how could I not be delighted?’

Finding a new goal and a path to further development was naturally cause for joy.
Though my body was exhausted and devoid of strength, I wanted to continue fighting, crawling if necessary.

“Heh….”

Glen Zigheart let out a hollow laugh at my words, as if bewildered.

“You don’t find this difficult and painful?”

He furrowed his brow, as if questioning whether I was truly only experiencing joy.

“Of course it will be difficult. Unlike the outside, there’s intense pressure here, so it will be several times harder and more painful. But….”

I gazed up at the ceiling of the Training Ground, my lips curving into a smile.

“I believe I can gain far more in return. Nothing can be obtained without pain.”

My eyes reflected unwavering resolve, conveying that I could endure any hardship or suffering.

-You wretch! I didn’t suffer for my rewards!

Wrath roared, protesting that his own abilities had been stolen without any pain on his part.

‘….’

I had nothing to say about that, so I simply remained silent.

“Nothing can be obtained without pain, you say….”

Glen Zigheart placed his hand on his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

“Perhaps it is precisely because you are that way that you have reached your current level.”

Now he seemed to understand the secret behind my growth, a deep smile spreading across his face. It was a laugh brimming with pride in his grandson.

-Such nonsense! You won’t even answer the True Demon King’s words!

Wrath scrunched up the bridge of his nose and cast a sidelong glance at me.

-This bastard truly knows nothing of suffering!
‘….’

Once again, I pretended not to hear Wrath’s words and offered no response.

-Anyway!

Wrath let out an exasperated sigh and turned his gaze away.

-Well, regardless of what you say, this place is certainly interesting.

He swept his eyes across the Training Ground, his expression betraying genuine intrigue.

-Pressuring the body, aura, and even the soul—it certainly seems to be affecting the True Demon King’s soul as well.

Wrath narrowed his eyes, noting that even his own soul was being subjected to the pressure.

-Now that I think about it, there were places like this in the Demon Realm too.

He stroked his chin as if recalling something.

‘A region?’

I exhaled slowly at Wrath’s words. Not a mere training ground like this, but an entire region? I couldn’t even begin to imagine what such a place was meant for.

-So your ears have finally opened.

Wrath turned his gaze and let out a derisive snort.

—an entire region is structured the same way as this Training Ground, or so I’ve heard.

He rolled his eyes, mentioning it was quite a vast area.

‘Then there are many Demons in that place too?’
—Many indeed. Those obsessed with combat flock there. Since they can fight regardless of physique, ability, bloodline, or rank, it’s naturally popular.

Wrath smacked his lips, saying it was even more chaotic because it was a neutral zone beyond the reach of the Demon Lords’ influence.

‘A neutral zone? But you said it was vast?’

I tilted my head slightly. It didn’t make sense that the Demon Lords would simply leave such an expansive territory untouched.

—The Demon Realm is far vaster than this Continent. There are countless places beyond the reach of the Demon Lords’ power. However, that region lies close to the heart of the Demon Realm. As you say, it’s strange that others leave it alone, but naturally, there’s a reason they do.

Wrath smacked his lips at length.

‘The reason being….’
—They are strong.

He spoke the word plainly, without inflection.

—The Togui who dwell in that region are stronger than the Demon Lords’ elite. Beings renowned enough to make a name for themselves anywhere are embedded in that land like stones, holding their ground. Even someone like Grid would find it difficult to consume that region.

Wrath let out a scoff, as if it were obvious.

‘Then the reason the Demons in that region are strong is….’

I sensed something from Wrath’s words and smacked my lips.

—Exactly as you think. Whether their opponents are truly strong or weak matters not—they fight constantly at the same level, so everyone grows stronger inevitably.

Wrath nodded, saying it would be stranger if they didn’t grow stronger.

‘As expected.’

I curled my lips upward. In such a favorable environment, continuing to fight even while exhausted was the right approach rather than training alone.

‘I must keep moving.’

This time, not for myself, but for Grandfather.

To draw out Glen Zigheart’s martial prowess to its absolute peak before the life-or-death confrontation with the Heavenly Demon, I had to fulfill my role properly. There was no time to sit idle and rest now.

“Rest and we’ll resume sparring tomorrow….”

Glen waved his hand, signaling that we should call it a day.

“No.”

I grasped the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword embedded in the ground
and
pushed myself to my feet.

“Let’s continue.”

Watching Glen’s eyes widen in surprise, I shook off the fatigue and pain.

“I’ll do everything I can to be of help to Grandfather as quickly as possible.”

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“Sigh….”

Karun frowned as he looked at the documents stacked beside his desk.

‘It never ends.’

It seemed to be ten times the workload of the Central Intelligence Agency.

He had started on paperwork since morning, yet the duties still hadn’t been completed. He couldn’t fathom how Glen Zigheart managed to handle such an overwhelming amount of work while cultivating such formidable martial strength.

‘At least I have skilled assistants to help.’

Karun let out a short sigh and looked toward Roen and Sheryl on his right.

‘Without those two, this desk would still be buried under documents.’

Roen and Sheryl, true to their nature as Glen Zigheart’s closest aides, possessed considerable aptitude for administrative work as well. They had dramatically reduced the volume of documents I needed to review and approve, and they summarized the contents for me as well.
It was no exaggeration to say that thanks to these two, the work was finally coming to an end.

‘I thought the children from the Central Intelligence Agency were excellent, but they’re certainly different.’

The subordinates summoned from the Central Intelligence Agency were undoubtedly skilled workers, but they seemed far behind both Sheryl and Roen.

“There isn’t much left, so just hang in there a little longer.”

Roen laughed heartily, saying that
soon
I would be able to rest.

“The head of the Central Intelligence Agency is certainly different. I thought that since it was your first time,
you’d be crying out in agony, but to think you’d handle everything in just a week.”

Sheryl whistled long, seemingly astonished at Karun’s work efficiency.

“There’s still a long way to go.”

Karun shook his head calmly.

“From now on, I’ll handle all administrative duties in the morning, and dedicate the rest of the time to training.”

He furrowed his brows, resolving not to be consumed by work until evening in this manner.

“Haha.”
“That would be wonderful if you could manage it.”

Roen and Sheryl nodded gently, acknowledging Karun’s transformation.

“Is this the last one?”

It was just as Karun exhaled a sigh and reached for the final document.

Boom!

The doors of the Audience Chamber burst open, and Chad of the Flying Swallow Unit came rushing in.

“Temporary Head of House!”

Chad called Karun by his new title without hesitation and rushed toward the center of the Audience Chamber.

“These are the reports and approval documents that have arrived from Zigheart and across the entire Continent!”

He spoke of them as freshly compiled information and thrust forward a stack of thick papers and documents so voluminous that a single hand could scarcely contain them.

“Hah….”

Karun gazed at the mountain of documents that overflowed even across the desk, swallowing hard. Rather than mere bundles of paperwork, it felt as though a formidable adversary stood before him—cold sweat beaded across his back.

“Tsk.”

Karun drew in a resigned breath. Just as he reached out to examine the newly arrived documents and reports—

“Hehehehe.”

Roen withdrew the documents Karun had been about to grasp, a faint smile crossing his face.

“What are you doing?”

Karun furrowed his brow, fixing Roen with a questioning gaze.

“You’ve been sitting at this desk all day long. Why not take a brief walk?”

Roen bowed his head slightly, suggesting they step outside for a moment.

“That’s right. If you keep cooping yourself up like this, you might not catch an illness, but you’ll certainly develop frustration sickness.”

Sheryl waved her hand as well, urging him to take a brief respite.

“You two go rest. I shall continue with the work.”

Karun gestured with his chin, insisting that he would remain and handle the duties while Sheryl and Roen took their leave.

“The Temporary Head of House must go as well.”

Roen smiled knowingly and stepped back a pace.

“Only then will you understand what you’re truly doing.”

He stepped back further, as if inviting me to follow.

“What am I doing?”

Karun furrowed his brow slightly, unable to grasp Roen’s meaning.

“I don’t enjoy postponing work either, but taking a brief rest now would do you good.”

Sheryl, standing beside Roen, shrugged her shoulders.

“After a week of this, clearing your mind will actually improve your productivity.”

She smiled warmly, suggesting that rest followed by continued work would be beneficial.

“Hmm….”

Karun glanced at the remaining documents before letting out a sigh.

“Very well.”

Though I genuinely wanted to continue working, these were Glen Zigheart’s people—my father and the Head of House—so I couldn’t treat them carelessly and rose from my seat.

“A wise decision.”
“Come along. There’s a wonderful walking path.”

Sheryl and Roen flanked me closely, ensuring I couldn’t escape as they guided me forward.

“Hm?”

As I followed Sheryl and Roen, I noticed we were moving farther from the Main Mansion and furrowed my brow.

“Where are we going? There are plenty of fine walking paths within the Main Mansion itself.”

Unable to comprehend their intentions, I furrowed my brow as I followed them.

“Surely you didn’t bring me here just to have a drink….”

Karun’s gaze swept across the Bustling District of Zigheart spread before him, and he bit his lip slightly.

“Look.”

Roen raised a finger, interrupting Karun’s thoughts.

“The numbers on the documents the interim Head of House touched—those are the people down there.”

He nodded gently, explaining that the countless documents Karun had reviewed and handled—their figures represented the very people inhabiting this place.

“When you spend all day sitting and handling paperwork, people start to look like nothing but numbers and letters.”

Sheryl smiled softly as she observed the people of Zigheart—families spending time together, lovers enjoying each other’s company—as they unwound from the day’s fatigue.

“Ah!”

Karun let out a low groan upon hearing Sheryl and Roen’s words.

‘Indeed….’

I had been seeing the people of Zigheart as nothing but numbers.

For days, I had done nothing but handle documents and stare at numbers and letters, and as Sheryl and Roen said, I had been viewing people as mere figures.

“There.”

Sheryl pointed to a massive structure being constructed on the right side of the Bustling District.

“That’s the large-scale building the interim Head of House approved a week ago. You reviewed it, signed off on it as text, and now it’s being constructed right before your eyes.”

She laughed brightly, noting that the work Karun had directly ordered was taking shape across all of Zigheart.

“Ah….”

Karun trembled as he felt the people who made up Zigheart and the letters he had created becoming reality.
Meeting people who directly supported Zigheart like this, a chill and thrill ran down my spine at the same time.

“Seeing this, even more….”

Karun clenched his fist, pressing his lips together firmly.

“I realize I need to work harder.”

He lifted his head, resolved to do his utmost in his role as Head of House going forward.

“And there’s one more thing I need to tell you….”

Sheryl’s brow furrowed slightly, as if she had deliberated over this matter extensively.

“Speak freely.”

Karun nodded, his jaw set with determination, signaling his willingness to hear whatever she had to say—a gesture befitting one who understood the weight of his position.

“The reason the temporary Head of House has so much work is actually….”

Sheryl hesitated, struggling to find the words even with Karun’s permission, before finally speaking.

“It’s because the Head of House didn’t do any work before entering seclusion.
That’s why.”

She scratched the back of her head apologetically.

“Ah, I sensed that much. Though I assumed the Head of House was testing me….”

Karun nodded, as if he had anticipated this to some degree.

“No, these days he simply doesn’t do it. He’s been spending time playing around at the Annex Building.”

Sheryl sighed, noting that even when she urged him to attend to his duties, he refused to listen.

“Heh heh heh….”

Roen could only laugh, at a loss for words.

“Uh….”

Karun felt the tension drain from his shoulders instantly, his eyes closing as exhaustion suddenly crashed over him.

“Let’s head back….”

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