The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1275

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Chapter 1275

“What?”

Pride furrowed his brow, as though unable to comprehend what Raon was saying.

“Huh…?”

Burren Zigheart’s eyes widened in shock as he lifted his head abruptly.
Lifted it up.

-This madman again!

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he realized what I was about to do.

“You bastard.”

I pointed my finger down at Burren Zigheart once more.

“You didn’t lose consciousness even to your own aura.”

Looking at Burren Zigheart, whose face was contorted as though death would be a mercy, I curled my lips upward.

“Those two received the authority of the Lord of Jealousy and the Lord of Sloth, so they could endure your momentum no matter what. But…”

After glancing at Martha and Lunan Slion once more, I approached Burren Zigheart’s side.

“This one has nothing. He’s clung to consciousness until now through sheer will alone—the determination to protect my comrades and me, even unto death.”

I clenched my fist while meeting Burren Zigheart’s wavering gaze.

“To persist to the very end despite knowing it offers little aid—such audacity. Isn’t that arrogance itself?”

I nodded, declaring that Burren Zigheart was a man who fit perfectly with the authority of arrogance.

“Raon…”

Burren let out a low gasp, startled that Raon continued to watch over him even as a Demon Lord emerged—a perilous situation.

“How arrogant….”

Pride stroked his chin with newfound interest, his gaze lowering toward Burren.

“Certainly not an ordinary human.”

His eyes narrowed, and his crimson irises sharpened like a blade heated to incandescence.

“Stubbornness, jealousy, inferiority, competitive spirit, greed, and….”

Pride recited the various emotions he perceived within Burren through his eyes, one by one.

“Quite profound loyalty as well.”

He nodded, having sensed Burren’s deep loyalty toward Raon above all else.

“As you said, an intriguing specimen. His mental fortitude is particularly noteworthy—he appears to have endured considerable hardship. However….”

Pride raised one massive hand toward Raon and Burren.

“I sense no arrogance compelling enough to move me.”

He shook his head, as though acknowledging Burren’s potential to grow stronger, yet finding him incompatible with arrogance itself.

“I do not yield to threats. If this human truly possessed the arrogance you speak of, I might consider it. But I have no desire to sow seeds in barren soil.”

Pride shook his head, declaring that even threats from Sageomryeong would not change his refusal.

“Even if you carry Wrath upon your back and owe a debt to the Sword Demon, I refuse.”

He crossed his arms, making clear his intention not to grant Burren the power of arrogance.

“My duel with the Sword Demon is my own decision. This matter is unrelated to him.”

Raon shook his head, stating that this had nothing to do with Wrath.

“Do not merely skim the surface—look deeper. This one was far more arrogant than anyone else originally.”

Burren was the type who wore the word “arrogance” on his forehead from the moment I first met him.
After taking a beating from me, he had suppressed that arrogance to the depths of his soul, transforming it into competitive spirit and loyalty, but that innate emotion could never truly disappear.

“Looking again won’t help… hm?”

Pride snorted dismissively and waved his hand, then suddenly froze.

“Wait a moment.”

He gazed down at Burren’s trembling eyes and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

“Your words ring true!”

Pride let out an exclamation of delight and nodded his chin decisively.

“I witnessed in you obstinacy, jealousy, inferiority, competitive spirit, greed, and even loyalty toward yourself.”

He smiled broadly with evident fascination.

“All of it derived from arrogance! That someone born with such arrogance could change this way is truly remarkable!”

Pride let out a grand exclamation at how such a transformation was even possible.

“Your endurance until now stems from that same arrogance—the refusal to ever fall.”

He rubbed his hands together, satisfied that Burren had not lost consciousness even upon seeing him.

“The land where arrogance was born may be barren, but it is not beyond resurrection. Watching how this one transforms will be quite entertaining.”

Pride’s gaze burned with genuine interest for the first time as he looked upon Burren.

“Very well. I accept your proposal.”

He let out a deep laugh and snapped his fingers.

Whoooosh!

Flames erupted from Pride’s fingertips, surging toward Burren and coiling around his wrist.

“Ugh!”

Burren Zigheart trembled violently, letting out a sharp gasp as Pride’s power of arrogance suddenly pierced through him.

“Endure the pain. One who bears arrogance must never cry out.”

Pride snorted dismissively, as if commanding him not to utter a single breath.

“….”

Burren bit his lip, spurred on by Pride’s words, and bore through the agonizing power of arrogance that felt as though his body would tear apart.

‘Phew….’

I exhaled a breath of relief watching Burren Zigheart’s shoulders tremble.

‘Thank goodness.’

That Burren Zigheart held firm.

After Pride appeared, I had deliberately positioned myself to block his path instead of the others, indirectly helping him. Fortunately, because he endured to the very end without losing consciousness, I was able to obtain arrogance. Things unfolded exactly as I had hoped, and my racing heart finally settled.

-Huh…?

Wrath blinked blankly.

-So, you calculated this entire situation from the beginning?

His lips trembled as if utterly dumbfounded.

‘I didn’t calculate everything. I just thought it would be good if things turned out this way.’

Lunan Slion, Martha, and Evelyn had all received the power of Demon Lords, and even Dorian had obtained something. Yet Burren Zigheart alone had gained nothing until now.
Had he been anyone else, he would have despaired watching his companions grow stronger while the gap widened. But Burren Zigheart never gave up, always maintaining the will to keep pace with them, and devoted himself entirely to training.
I simply believed that with such resolve, he would be able to adapt even if he received the power of arrogance.

-That’s exactly what you calculated!

Wrath shrieked indignantly.

-I’m going mad! I trusted Pride, and yet I’ve become nothing but a fool!

He had paradoxically trusted his rival Pride, only to be betrayed utterly, and now he gnashed his teeth in frustration.

‘You alone will do it.’

I stroked Wrath’s flushed head before turning my gaze back to Burren.

“Haa, haa….”

Burren exhaled heavily as he stared at the crimson thorn bracelet embedded in his arm.

“It suits you well.”

Pride nodded as he observed Burren’s bracelet.

“However, to awaken the pride within that bracelet, you must strive ceaselessly. Living as you do now, it may prove impossible.”

He waved his hand at Burren, indicating that he must live a life different from before.

“What do you mean by that….”

Burren forced his head up to meet Pride’s gaze.

“If you continue to show consideration, yield to others, and think only of them, that power will never awaken. Live as though you alone exist in this world—in absolute solitude.”

Pride turned his wrist as he insisted that Burren must return to his original nature. He smacked his lips slowly, as though he anticipated Burren’s transformation.

“Mm….”

Burren grasped the meaning behind Pride’s words and bit his lip slightly.

“I’ve given you what you desired, so surely you’re satisfied now?”

Pride shrugged his shoulders as though asking if he had satisfied him.

“Yes. I acknowledge it.”

I nodded calmly, signifying that it was not without merit.

“Ha….”

Pride let out a hollow laugh as though the very notion were absurd.

“You, of all people, are the one who embodies arrogance better than anyone else. Even more so than that fool.”

He smacked his lips, musing that he seemed more arrogant than the Heavenly Demon.

“What say you? Will the True Demon King accept you? Abandon that foolish wretch and come to me.”

Pride extended his hand as though he would gladly accept me as one of Pride’s servants.

-That thief!

Wrath’s eyes blazed with crimson veins.

-This one belongs to the True Demon King! How dare you!

He roared with genuine fury, as though he would never surrender me.

-This wretch must follow the True Demon King and become a lord of the Demon Realm!

Wrath exhaled thick waves of rage through his nostrils, as though he truly intended to make me a king of the Demon Realm.

“I refuse.”

Watching Wrath’s display, I suppressed the urge to laugh and waved my hand.

“As expected.”

Pride smacked his lips briefly, as though he had anticipated this response.

“Now that this is settled, I should tend to her wounds.”

Without hesitation, he turned and helped Sageomryeong to her feet.

“Why… why are you stopping me? I should have died here.”

Sageomryeong gnashed her teeth, trying to shake off Pride’s hand.

“No, you cannot die yet.”

Pride gripped Sageomryeong’s wrist firmly, as though he had use for her.

“Ugh….”

Sageomryeong could not shake him off, only grinding her teeth.
She gazed at Raon for a moment, then released a deep sigh.

-Tsk.

Wrath clicked his tongue at the sight of Sageomryeong. That sound was not directed at Pride—it seemed aimed squarely at himself. There was clearly a history among these three that he knew nothing of.

“Perhaps when we meet again, we shall be enemies.”

Pride turned to face Raon while supporting Sageomryeong, his expression bearing a savage smile as though he were looking at Wrath through Raon’s eyes.

“Indeed.”

Raon maintained his composure, but internally swallowed hard at the thought of Pride charging at him as an enemy.

“Now go. I have matters to attend to here.”

Pride surveyed the expanse of Eden, his brow furrowing slightly. It seemed the Eden Ghosts who had remained idle while Sageomryeong fell to such a state displeased him.

“Leave. You have unfinished business awaiting you regardless.”

With a snap of his fingers, a crimson dimensional gate opened beneath Raon and the fallen Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

Whoooosh!

The crimson dimensional gate swallowed them all—Raon and everyone else—before anyone could react.

“Until we meet again, Wrath, and….”

Pride pointed a finger at Raon as he fell through the crimson dimensional gate.

“The vessel of wrath. Or rather, the human Raon Zigheart.”

He curled his crimson lips upward as though he had already known of my existence.

“Pride.”

The moment I called out his name while meeting Pride’s fiercely blazing gaze, I felt the sensation of cold, solid ground pressing against my back.

“Ugh!”

Looking around, I could see the dimensional gate through which I had entered Eden after slaying Sphinx, and Evelyn.

“Huh…?”

Evelyn, who had been maintaining the dimensional gate, widened her eyes as she watched me and the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen tumble from the air.

“What, what is this? How did you come out from there?”

Evelyn tilted her head in utter bewilderment.

“I encountered Pride, the Lord of Pride.”

I furrowed my brow as I recalled that final moment with Pride, whose eyes had seemed ready to ignite.

“Pride? Why would he suddenly…?”

Evelyn’s jaw trembled as confusion washed over her.

“I’ll explain the details as we go. We need to meet the Heavenly Demon now.”

I brushed the dust from my clothes and rose to my feet.

“Do you even know where the Heavenly Demon is?”

Burren lifted his head, breathing heavily.

“Right. If he told us to find him, it means he’s hiding!”

Martha exhaled the breath she had been holding and lifted her chin. She furrowed her nose, convinced that we wouldn’t be able to find the Heavenly Demon immediately.

“No, we can find him.”

Raon shook his head with firm resolve, lifting his chin with arrogant pride.

“If I happen to discover where he is…”

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