The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1280
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Chapter 1280
“Hmm.”
I narrowed my eyes to examine the newly appeared reward message.
-I’m going to lose my mind!
Wrath was even more irritated than when he’d encountered Pride, white steam literally pouring from his head.
-Why does the System keep raising the rewards every time the True Demon King speaks?!
He slammed his fist down, convinced the System was watching this place and mocking him.
-This damned System!
Wrath glared up at the empty air, grinding his teeth.
-If you’re watching me, show yourself right now! If you beg for forgiveness now, I might consider sparing you!
Despite his words about giving it a chance, his trembling fists suggested he’d beat the System to death the moment it appeared.
-Come out!
Unable to contain himself any longer, Wrath began wildly throwing punches at the void. Perhaps because of the Heavenly Demon’s absolute power displayed moments ago, the Demon Lord’s fists looked painfully hollow and weak.
‘Stop it already.’
I sighed and grabbed the flailing Wrath.
-You just keep eating and getting fat, so you’re happy! But I’m dying here!
Wrath lowered his plump fists and swallowed dryly.
-There’s not much left of my original body anymore!
He furrowed his brow, lamenting that his original form must be nothing but bones by now, given how many rewards he’d been distributing.
‘You don’t need to worry about that.’
Raon shook his head calmly as he observed the excited Wrath.
—This isn’t your burden to bear.
‘It will be fine.’
Raon patted Wrath’s head as the demon raged, murmuring reassurances that everything would work out.
‘Truly.’
Once the Continent War ended in victory for the Five Emperors and peace descended upon the land, I intended to repay Wrath for everything he had given me—with interest.
After the situation stabilized, I would return all the powers of the other Demon Lords, then challenge the pinnacle of the Continent with only my own blade.
—Hmm….
Wrath’s nose bridge narrowed in apparent bewilderment at the sudden gravity that had entered my gaze.
—Hmph! I know not what scheme brews in that mind of yours, but this magnanimous True Demon King shall exercise patience!
Though he didn’t fully understand, he exhaled as if to say he would trust me regardless.
‘So it is.’
Raon chuckled softly and withdrew his hand from Wrath’s head.
”Haah!”
Burren Zigheart rose to his feet with a sigh so heavy it seemed the earth itself might collapse.
“I truly thought I was going to die….”
He trembled visibly, his hand pressed against the ground, as though witnessing the Heavenly Demon’s martial prowess firsthand had shattered his composure.
”That madman is insane.”
Martha released a hollow laugh, her fists clenching tight.
“A complete lunatic! How can anyone wield such a fist?”
Her face flushed with admiration for the Heavenly Demon’s technique, she bit her lip repeatedly.
‘….’
I narrowed my eyes as I observed Burren and Martha in turn.
‘The barrier shielding them both is trembling.’
The colossal wall blocking Burren and Martha’s path—the realm known as Transcendence—was visibly quaking.
The wind born from the Heavenly Demon’s fists had worn that barrier thin like a whetted blade.
‘And beyond that….’
Burren might gain something more.
Within Burren’s chest, a faint luminescence had taken on an elongated form. This signified that his inner world and soul had drawn perilously close to establishing the Sword Realm.
‘How intriguing.’
What form would his Sword Realm take?
If that man were to unlock the authority of Pride, ascend to Transcendence, and open his Sword Realm, what shape would it assume? The thought drew an involuntary smile to my lips.
“Hah.”
Unlike Burren and Martha, Lunan exhaled only a short breath as he brushed the dust clinging to Seolhwa away.
‘Lunan must have felt the shock as well.’
I met Lunan’s gaze and nodded in acknowledgment.
‘He will grow stronger still.’
Lunan had already transcended, so unlike Burren or Martha, no cracks formed in the boundaries of her realm.
Yet the magnitude of her enlightenment seemed to exceed even theirs—subtle light and frost bloomed from the tip of the blade she wielded.
“Even Tacheon bowed before the Heavenly Demon….”
Evelyn approached Raon’s side with a smile playing at her lips.
“My Raon didn’t yield even before that arrogant Heavenly Demon! That’s our Raon! You were so amazing!”
She touched her flushed cheeks as if she’d been watching only Raon the entire time, and gently bumped her shoulder against his.
“I am the Head of the Zigheart Family now.”
Raon sheathed the Heavenly Sword with trembling hands and shook his head.
“I cannot yield to anyone while bearing the name of my Family on my shoulders.”
Having grown up in the Zigheart Family and come to understand how vast and magnificent that name truly was, I could never bow, no matter if my opponent was the Heavenly Demon itself.
I would break before I bent—that was the posture of a Zigheart Family Head that I had witnessed.
“That’s what I love about you even more!”
Evelyn, unable to contain herself, bounded forward and threw herself at Raon.
“Hey, stop!”
“Raon. Tired.”
Martha and Lunan approached as if they’d expected this, seizing Evelyn’s arms and legs.
“Let go! You meddlesome fools!”
Evelyn struggled, insisting on just one embrace, but Martha and Lunan refused to release her.
“Phew.”
I nodded gratefully to Martha and Lunan with my eyes before turning away.
“Raon.”
Burren stepped forward as if he had been waiting for this moment.
“Thank you for showing me the Heavenly Demon’s path.”
He placed his trembling hand over his heart, saying he had felt so much.
“I will remember the world you opened to me today for the rest of my life, and I will strive to become a swordsman worthy of it.”
With sincerity, Burren drew his blade and offered me a sword salute. This was not the greeting of a friend or a subordinate, but of a human being named Burren.
“I look forward to it.”
Instead of accepting his thanks, I encouraged his resolve with words of anticipation.
-Those ones….
Wrath watched Burren, Martha, and Lunan with keen interest.
-It seems many things will change through today’s events.
‘Indeed.’
I nodded in agreement with Wrath’s words and turned my gaze backward.
‘But….’
Muk Hyungsa knelt upon the ground, his brow furrowing as he gazed upon the earth where all traces had vanished without a whisper.
‘Where could he have gone?’
* * *
“That was unexpected.”
Muk Hyungsa interlaced his fingers and rested his hands upon his head, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“I thought you would have crushed Raon Zigheart’s skull.”
He chuckled softly as he regarded the broad-shouldered man before him, whose back was as vast as the open sea.
“Raon Zigheart. That man possessed the qualifications to be called a swordmaster.”
The Heavenly Demon—the man who had revealed what true demonhood truly meant—turned his body slowly and nodded.
“Not as the grandson of Glen Zigheart, but as Raon Zigheart, the Sword Emperor—he is a warrior of great promise.”
The Heavenly Demon’s lips curved upward, as though this warrior named Raon had captured his interest.
“You seem quite fond of him.”
Muk Hyungsa slowly stroked his chin.
“There truly is no one like him. A soul of such magnitude that it transcends his own power—neither Celestial nor Demon, yet something altogether other.”
His brow lowered as though this human named Raon himself was a marvel beyond comprehension.
“Yet there remains something I cannot fathom.”
Muk Hyungsa’s brow furrowed as he gazed upon the Heavenly Demon’s right arm, which hung broken and trembling.
“Even if you were repaying a blood debt, there was no need to go to such lengths.”
He shook his head slowly, unable to comprehend it no matter how he pondered.
“It was not an action done for your understanding.”
The Heavenly Demon closed his eyes and opened them again, as though indifferent to how others perceived him.
“I walk the path I have chosen for myself.”
Despite bearing injuries severe enough to make proper control of his body difficult, he advanced into the darkness with a calm, measured stride.
“So it’s true that true warriors understand one another.”
Muk Hyungsa recalled the similar temperaments he had sensed in Raon Zigheart and the Heavenly Demon, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“I may never understand it in my lifetime.”
He decided to abandon any attempt at comprehending the Heavenly Demon and lowered his interlaced hands.
“Why were you beside Raon Zigheart?”
The Heavenly Demon turned his face slightly to regard Muk Hyungsa, as though genuinely curious about that particular point.
“Were you trying to extract information from Raon Zigheart?”
“Absolutely not.”
Muk Hyungsa shrugged his shoulders emphatically.
“It seemed interesting. Who in this world would kill Sphinx, the guardian spirit of Eden, and enter like that? And after solving all her riddles too!”
He grinned, his curiosity about Raon Zigheart overwhelming.
“But you don’t ask about Sageomryeong.”
Muk Hyungsa watched the Heavenly Demon’s back as he walked forward again, licking his lips.
“As long as Pride exists, she will not die.”
The Heavenly Demon nodded calmly, as though he knew what had transpired in Eden without having witnessed it.
“You’re quite cold-blooded, I must say.”
Muk Hyungsa let out a deep sigh, finding the Heavenly Demon tedious.
“You’ll remember this, won’t you?”
The Heavenly Demon halted his steps. He turned slowly toward Muk Hyungsa, his crimson eyes blazing within the confines of his helmet.
“The freedom granted to you—this life is both your first and your last.”
He spoke in a chilling voice, as though he were gazing upon Muk Hyungsa’s very future.
“It would be wise to accomplish what must be done before you become something else.”
The Heavenly Demon’s words sounded like counsel, yet carried the weight of a threat.
“I’ll keep that in mind. However….”
Muk Hyungsa raised his thumb and confidently pointed to his own chest.
“That won’t happen.”
He chuckled, declaring that he would survive to the very end and witness the conclusion of this war.
“I will never die.”
* * *
Raon dragged his body—one that could collapse at any moment—back to Camelun’s City Wall, where Eden’s rear gate had opened.
“Oh, you’ve returned!”
Dorian sprang to his feet and rushed toward Raon.
“I was so scared! I should have followed you!”
He clutched Raon’s sleeve and sobbed, explaining that all the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen were unconscious and he had been anxious, not knowing when enemies might appear.
“You’re truly remarkable.”
Martha let out a hollow laugh and sank to the ground.
“How can you remain unchanged even after receiving the Demon Lords’ power and approaching transcendence?”
She shook her head as if she had finally given up on Dorian.
“Still, thanks to Dorian’s courage, you got to witness the Heavenly Demon’s technique.”
Burren Zigheart narrowed his eyes slightly, as if telling her to thank Dorian instead of saying such things.
“Right.”
Lunan Slion, sharing Burren Zigheart’s sentiment, looked at Martha with a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“That’s true. Thanks to him, we witnessed a sight we’ll never see again.”
Martha exhaled a sigh and approached Dorian.
“Thank you. Because of you, I finally understood what true technique truly is. I may have stolen your experience. I’m sorry.”
She bowed to Dorian while speaking both gratitude and apology simultaneously.
“No, that’s not it!”
Dorian shook his hands vigorously.
“I would have passed out anyway if I had gone!”
He swallowed hard, reasoning that it was only because Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion possessed such formidable mental fortitude that they endured. No matter how much stronger he became, he seemed reluctant to face the Heavenly Demon.
“Dorian. Wake the swordsmen who have lost consciousness.”
I called out to Dorian, infusing strength into my fractured voice.
“This place could become dangerous, so it would be best to return as quickly as possible….”
I was about to suggest waking the swordsmen and returning to Zigheart.
“R-Raon Zigheart. No, Lord Raon Zigheart!”
The Bearwolf Sorcerer suddenly rushed forward and knelt before me.
“Please, I beg you to help me!”
He pressed his forehead to the ground, pleading for my aid.
“No, please save my son!”
“What are you suddenly talking about?”
I furrowed my brow, unable to comprehend the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s behavior.
“I have no reason to help you. Whoever your son is….”
“M-Muk Hyungsa! That creature is my son. And if that child dies….”
The Bearwolf Sorcerer lifted his head, his pupils trembling violently as they contracted.
“The world will perish!”
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