The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1276

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Chapter 1276

“Haaah…”

Lunan Slion exhaled heavily, keeping Seolhwa planted firmly in the ground.

“Let me rest for a moment…”

She leaned on Seolhwa as a staff, her body drenched in cold sweat. Standing directly behind me while enduring Pride’s overwhelming pressure and simultaneously protecting the entire Gwangpung Hall had exhausted her completely.

“You did well.”

I understood how much she had struggled, so I gently patted her shoulder.

“It’s nothing…”

Lunan Slion shook her head slowly, as if to dismiss the concern.

“This isn’t nearly enough…”

She bit her lip slightly, as if to say she still hadn’t finished atoning for the sins she had committed.

“Hmph…”

Martha snorted and struggled to her feet.

“I don’t know how long you plan to dwell in the past. Even after becoming a Transcendent, you’re still as frustrating as ever.”

She clicked her tongue sharply at Lunan Slion, as if to snap her out of it.

“She’s right. There’s no need to burden yourself further.”

Burren Zigheart let out a long sigh and straightened his trembling knees.

“Everyone makes mistakes, and you’ve already apologized sufficiently for yours.”

He nodded in agreement with Martha’s words.

“So that’s what you’re saying?”

I looked at Lunan Slion as if asking what he thought about it.

“….”

Even though Raon, Burren Zigheart, and Martha had acknowledged him, Lunan Slion remained silent, as if he still felt it wasn’t enough.

“Honestly, how frustrating!”

Martha ground her teeth in annoyance and stomped her foot. However, since she had exhausted all her strength, she could only manage a very quiet sound, unlike her usual vigor.
That’s all I did.

“What happened now?”

Evelyn smacked her lips curiously, as if everything had already concluded before she could fully understand what was going on.

“Forget it!”

Martha waved her hand slowly.

“That blockhead won’t listen no matter what we say anyway. Let’s just go find the Heavenly Demon instead!”

She furrowed her brow deeply, deciding to leave Lunan Slion as he was.

“But do you really know where the Heavenly Demon is?”

Burren Zigheart gasped for breath, still unable to shake off the shock of receiving Pride’s power, as he brought up the Heavenly Demon’s name.

“Yes.”

I nodded calmly.

“I can’t be absolutely certain, but I’m sure they’ll be there.”

The Heavenly Demon refused to bow even to Pride, who had saved them and made them strong. There weren’t many places in this city where such a person could be found.

-What exactly do you think you know?

Wrath blinked his azure eyes, claiming he had no recollection whatsoever.

-The True Demon King understands nothing!

He scrunched his nose, challenging me to explain if I knew anything.

“If you’re curious, follow me.”

I turned my body and told Wrath and the others to come along.

“What about these people?”

Martha blinked as she gestured toward the unconscious Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“Why don’t you guard them?”

I pointed at Martha with my finger.

“What, what nonsense!”

Martha shook her head vigorously, clearly refusing.

“I need to go too… Ugh!”

She tried to stand and follow immediately, but her legs gave out and she limped.

“Your stamina is exhausted.”

I extended my hand toward Martha.

“It’s no wonder—you had to endure Pride’s aura with your entire body.”

I instructed Martha to rest here and guard the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“Pride?”

Evelyn’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Pride was really here?”

The moment the name Pride was mentioned, she widened her eyes as if curious about the Lord of Arrogance.

“Right. Just as I expected, the Heavenly Demon and Pride….”

I was about to nod at Evelyn and explain when it happened.

“No way!”

Martha shook her head vigorously and stepped forward with her right foot.

“I’m definitely going! An opportunity to see the Heavenly Demon again—someone on par with the Head of House—has come, and you expect me to just watch the kids here?”

She made it clear she wouldn’t be left behind, clinging to my back despite her trembling legs.

“That foul-mouthed woman interrupted my words! Don’t butt in between me and Raon!”

Evelyn’s eyebrows rose in irritation at having her conversation with me disrupted.

“Then I’ll….”
“I-I’ll stay behind….”

Just as Lunan raised his hand to volunteer to remain, Dorian lifted his head with difficulty.

“It seems because I have an Authority, I didn’t lose consciousness. I wanted to pass out….”

Dorian shook his head, saying he nearly died enduring Pride’s aura with his entire body since he couldn’t faint.

“Fine! I’m going!”

Martha licked her lips, saying to leave it to Dorian and go search for the Heavenly Demon.

“Alright. Do as you wish.”

I sighed, knowing Martha wouldn’t listen anyway, but I gave her my approval.

“And….”

However, I didn’t depart immediately and turned back around.

“You too, get up.”

I fixed a cold gaze upon the unconscious Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

”
…
.”

Yet at my words, not a single one stirred.

“Quickly.”

When I urged them again, the mass of seemingly lifeless Gwangpung Hall swordsmen shifted, and from within their ranks emerged Muk Hyungsa, wearing a black serpent mask, his face slowly revealing itself.

“Ha! How did you know? I was confident in my death act.”

Muk Hyungsa rose to his feet with an air of fascination, whistling as he did.

“What are you doing here?”

I narrowed my eyes at Muk Hyungsa.

“I was behind you all, and it seems Pride mistook me for one of his own and sent me along.”

Muk Hyungsa waved his hand in front of his face, denying any responsibility for his presence.

“Look, he’s here too.”

He gestured toward the Bearwolf Sorcerer who had been dragged along with him, shrugging his shoulders.

“You….”

I narrowed my eyes at Muk Hyungsa.

“What are you thinking?”

Muk Hyungsa differed from the other serpent-masked men I had encountered. While his distinctive nature remained the same, his atmosphere, disposition, and loyalty to Eden were entirely opposite—he seemed like a completely different being.

“I simply choose whichever side is more entertaining.”

Muk Hyungsa smacked his lips, saying he was freely choosing what he wanted.

“Right now you’re entertaining. I’d like to follow along the path to the Heavenly Demon too.”

He clasped his hands together in front of him as if eager to be present at the meeting with the Heavenly Demon.

“….”

I regarded Muk Hyungsa and drew a slow breath.

‘I’ll leave him be for now.’

I wanted to understand what Muk Hyungsa truly desired, and I was curious about his relationship with the Bearwolf Sorcerer, so it seemed wiser to let him be for the moment.

‘I can control him whenever I wish.’

Though Muk Hyungsa was a Transcendent, there was a vast gap between us. I was confident I could stop him regardless of what he attempted.

“Do as you please.”

I nodded to the swordsmen behind me and moved forward first.

“Let’s go together!”

Evelyn attached herself to my back immediately, unwilling to be left behind here.

“You promised to explain!”

She gazed at me with sparkling eyes, urging me to recount what had happened in Eden.

“Of course.”

I nodded to Evelyn and looked up at the vast night sky.

“It won’t take long.”

* * *

After explaining everything to Evelyn, I passed through the heart of the trading city Camelrun.

Though the hour was late, the most vibrant city on the Continent still bustled with pedestrians traversing the main streets.

“Interim Head of House. Or rather, Raon.”

Burren approached Raon’s side.

“Thank you. Truly.”

He bowed his head slightly as he spoke his gratitude.

“For what?”

Raon sensed that Burren had come not as a subordinate, but as a friend, and slowly raised his eyebrows with mild curiosity.

“For arranging it so I could receive the power of the Demon Lords this time.”

Burren pointed to the bracelet adorned with crimson thorns, expressing his gratitude for allowing him to be chosen by Pride.

“That wasn’t something I arranged for you—it’s something you earned.”

Raon shook his head with an impassive gaze.

“Pride unleashed an aura so overwhelming that even I, who has reached the realm of absolute mastery, found it difficult to endure. In truth, all swordsmen without power lost consciousness. Because you maintained your senses against Pride’s aura and never released your blade until the end, I was able to speak my request.”

It was no lie. Pride, befitting the Lord of Arrogance, lived only as he desired—a solitary tyrant.
Had Burren lost consciousness or released his blade, Pride would never have granted his request.
He wouldn’t have let the Sageomryeong die, but he certainly would have offered compensation in some other manner.

The fact that Pride had transferred the power of arrogance meant that Burren had, ever so slightly, earned his favor.

“I appreciate you saying that, but I don’t see it that way. It’s all thanks to you.”

Burren thanked him once more, then revealed eyes that had grown even more resolute than before.

“I will strive with every fiber of my being so that your efforts don’t fade away in vain.”

He nodded gravely, as if asking Raon to watch over his progress.

“Yes. Live with arrogance.”

I recalled what Pride had said and let out a soft chuckle.

-If it’s about putting on airs, he’s more than capable. The bastard’s been rude and arrogant from the start anyway.

Wrath snorted, as if Burren would mesh perfectly with Arrogance.

“Then let it be so.”

Burren, already adapting to Arrogance, calmly clenched his jaw and withdrew.

“The power of Arrogance, then….”

Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with intrigue at the new Demon Lord’s power as she watched Burren.

“Hmph! Looks like he’s already lost his manners.”

Just as Martha was about to furrow her brow at Burren, I stopped in my tracks.

“Here.”

The place where I stood was a filthy, cramped alley—a stark contrast to the clean, spacious main street.
A squalid shantytown where laborers from all corners of the city gathered to eke out their living came into view.

“Th-this place….”
“The Heavenly Demon is in a corner like this?”

Burren and Martha widened their eyes in astonishment.

“….”

Lunan narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the surroundings, emanating a chilling aura.

“Hmm! That sounds plausible.”

Evelyn swung her arms eagerly, as if ready to dash forward no matter what I said.

“Why do you think the Heavenly Demon is here?”

Muk Hyungsa licked his lips, curious about my reasoning for choosing the shantytown.

“There was a similar incident in the past.”

I entered the alley lined with dilapidated houses and buildings, offering my response.

“I once witnessed a swordmaster who believed his blade was supreme suffer defeat, then live as a beggar to grow stronger. The Heavenly Demon is formidable, and beyond that, an arrogant human. A monster who thinks only he exists beneath the heavens—to become stronger, he seeks paths unknown to him. Or perhaps he wishes to walk a different road than the one he treads now. Of course, what truly convinced me was the scent that emanated from the Heavenly Demon.”
“Scent?”

Muk Hyungsa raised his eyebrows as if asking what scent I meant.

“Not merely his own, but sweat mingled with that of others—and the smell of wood. Wet wood, at that.”

I narrowed my eyes, recalling the scent that had wafted from the Heavenly Demon when he appeared.

“Hah….”

Muk Hyungsa’s eyes widened, as if he hadn’t expected me to have noticed the scent from the Heavenly Demon.

“The Heavenly Demon believes himself the apex beneath the heavens. Since he thinks he dominates sky and earth, what he wishes to see next is already predetermined.”

I approached the building where shipyard laborers gathered, then slowly drew in a breath.

Gooooooo!

Just as the Heavenly Demon had called Glen and Glen had summoned the Heavenly Demon, I released a subtle aura of power that only an absolute being could perceive, exhaling it with my breath.

Huuuuuh.

Before I had completed three breaths, the door to the oldest and filthiest house in the Shantytown swung open, and a man emerged—one so massive he could carry an ox upon his shoulders without seeming out of place. Despite his tattered garments, he wore a blood-red demon dragon helmet, his jaw tilted to one side.

“Faster than expected.”

The Heavenly Demon let out an exclamation of surprise for the first time. In this moment alone, as if granting acknowledgment, he lowered his arrogantly raised chin and met my gaze.

“Sword Master Raon Zigheart.”

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