The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1281

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Chapter 1281

“What?”

I furrowed my brow as I looked at the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

“What nonsense are you spouting?”

I could understand the concern that Muk Hyungsa might be dangerous. After all, he was a transcendent being who moved in directions I couldn’t predict.

But the claim that the world would perish if Muk Hyungsa died felt utterly unreal. It seemed like an exaggeration—no, something that could never happen at all.

-To speak of the world’s destruction so carelessly….

Wrath let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded.

-It seems the power of Pride was consumed by that bear, not you!

He mocked the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s words and shook his head in disbelief.

“Sigh….”

Burren Zigheart exhaled a weary sigh and clutched his head, as if exhausted from everything that had transpired.

“You’ve been traveling with us. Did you forget you were from Eden?”

Martha snorted derisively and approached the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

“Stop spouting nonsense and get out of here!”

She pushed him back, telling him to leave.

“Destruction….”

Lunan Slion also gazed at the Bearwolf Sorcerer with cold eyes, unable to believe his words.

“Um, well….”

Dorian swallowed dryly and raised his hand.

“Still, wouldn’t it be worth hearing what he has to say? I mean, if he’s talking about annihilation, who knows what could happen!”

The word annihilation seemed to have lodged itself in his mind, causing his legs to tremble violently.

“…Very well.”

I nodded slowly.

“The sun hasn’t risen yet, so speak.”

“How exactly does Muk Hyungsa intend to bring about the world’s destruction?”

“How is Muk Hyungsa supposed to destroy the world?”

Whether it’s Wrath, a Demon Lord, Pride, or even the Heavenly Demon, who is considered the strongest on the Continent, none of them can carelessly speak of destroying this world. Even after reconsidering while listening to the conversations of other prosecutors, I still don’t understand why Muk Hyungsa’s death is connected to the destruction of this world.

“Wait, Muk Hyungsa. No, Geummyeonsa, Red Ghost Knight, Blue Time Envoy, Green Blade Master, and Muk Hyungsa are all…”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer trembled his jaw as he recited one by one the Eden swordsmen with serpent helmets he had ever encountered.

“They’re my children!”

He lifted his head and said he was the father of all of them. His eyes, trembling like a puddle caught in the rain, seemed to show that his words were true.

“Five sons?”

Evelyn’s eyes flew open in surprise.

“Did you have them back-to-back?”

She tilted her head with curiosity about the order in which she had given birth to her sons, as if that mattered more than the end of the world.

“Oh no, they’re all twins born at once. And then the youngest one born after that is one….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer blinked his eyes in apparent confusion, but answered Evelyn’s question.

“Yes, not twins, but quintuplets? You had another one? That’s crazy!”

Evelyn let out an excited exclamation.

“Raon! We can do this too, right?”

She shook Raon’s arm encouragingly.

“Sigh….”

Lunan Slion turned his cold gaze toward Evelyn, his eyes gleaming with icy indifference.

“That woman is truly out of her mind….”

Martha also closed her eyes tightly, unable to cope with Evelyn’s antics.

“Ah….”

Even the Bearwolf Sorcerer, who had been sobbing moments before, fell silent with his mouth agape at the sight of Evelyn.

“Don’t mind her….”

I pressed my forehead and shook my head.

“Continue with what you were saying. Are all the serpent-helmeted swordsmen I’ve encountered so far your sons?”

I recalled Geummyeonsa, whom I first met when I was kidnapped by Merlin back when she was still Merlin, and looked at the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

“Y-yes, that’s correct. Those children are all my sons, and they were all born with the talent of descent. They were kidnapped by Eden when they were young….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer bit his lips until blood seeped out, as memories of his kidnapping resurfaced.

“I too was discovered to have talent in sorcery and was dragged away along with my sons.”

He lowered his voice, which trembled with moisture, as he spoke of being kidnapped by Eden alongside his sons.

“Watching my children suffer while being unable to do anything….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer trembled throughout his entire body, as if he still could not forget the resentment and pain of that time.

“It was no different from Hell itself.”

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I see nothing.

I feel nothing.

Yet there is one thing I can hear.

“Dad! Dad!”
“Ahhhhh!”
“Help me!”
“Dad!”

My children calling out to me. Their desperate cries for their father to save them—that was all I could hear.

My sons, more precious to me than my own life, were screaming and coughing blood, begging to be saved, yet there was nothing I could do.

I repeatedly tensed and released the strength in my paralyzed body through sheer willpower alone, and gradually, my fingertips began to move.

Burning with the determination to save my sons, I moved my hands, and the moment sensation returned to my arms, something was placed upon my head.

It was Eden’s mask, darkening the already invisible world even further.

“Daaaaaad!”

I heard my sons’ anguished cries tearing through the air as I descended into that grotesque realm.

A massive creature appeared before me—a monster larger than a mountain itself. A Bearwolf Sorcerer, bearing the face of a bear and the body of a werewolf. And not just any ordinary one, but an ancient sorcerer capable of wielding primordial magic.

Without looking back, I fled.

The Bearwolf Sorcerer treated me as a plaything it could crush at any moment, hurling stones, thrusting blades, and raining sorcerous torrents upon me while mocking my every move.

Yet even as I was struck by stones, pierced by blades, and drenched in sorcerous rain, I never surrendered.

Endless agony far worse than death itself assailed me, but I endured to the very end, clinging to the memory of my sons’ desperate pleas for salvation.

But the Bearwolf Sorcerer was relentless and formidable. It attacked not just my body but my very mind with incomprehensible illusions, and eventually, it shattered my spirit.

In the end, just as I was about to kneel and be devoured by the Bearwolf Sorcerer, a swordsman wearing a pitch-black ram’s helmet entered the Mental World.

“I had a hunch you’d come. Good call.”

The Evil Goat Demon, Siria Slion. The swordsman known as the greatest rebel of the Continent grinned and sliced the Bearwolf Sorcerer that was about to devour me in a single stroke.

“Consume it.”

Siria Slion gestured with his chin, commanding me to devour the soul of the Bearwolf Sorcerer as it scattered in death.

“If you want to save your sons, you’ll need to consume that vile soul.”

He spoke with a cold smile, claiming this was the only way to save them.

“Gaaahhh!”

I swept the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s soul—flowing across the floor like filth—into my mouth without leaving a single trace. My stomach felt ready to burst, my head felt like it would shatter, but I would have endured far worse to save my sons.

Along with the agony of thousands of worms writhing through my mind, incantations and techniques of sorcery I had never known flooded my consciousness. They seemed to be the very spells the Bearwolf Sorcerer had possessed.

“Useful indeed. Come outside.”

Siria Slion left the Mental World, telling me to come out. Once he vanished, I too could escape that grotesque realm.

“Haah….”

As I opened my eyes and exhaled without thinking, a clear blue sky came into view, despite the turmoil in my heart.

“Congratulations. You’ve awakened after twenty years.”

Siria Slion grinned and held up two fingers.

“T-twenty years?”

I didn’t understand his words at first and asked again. The time I had actually felt was far shorter than that.

“It’s been even longer than that, actually.”

Siria Slion nodded, saying that even more time had passed.

“Th-then my children….”
“They’re dead.”

He shrugged, mentioning that four of his five twin sons had perished.

“They were killed by that bastard Raon Zigheart.”

Siria Slion raised two fingers again.

“Ah, my children are dead….”

I had endured that desperate battle against the Bearwolf Sorcerer to save my children. Hearing that they—the very pillars of my soul—had perished, my entire body crumbled of its own accord. I wanted nothing more than to die right then. No, I didn’t want to believe it.

“No, absolutely not….”
“Four of them died wearing serpent helms. Two are still alive.”

Siria Slion raised two fingers as if waiting for my reaction.

“However, the fifth one wearing a mask right now will soon die, and the youngest will become a monster that will destroy this world.”

He bared his white teeth, speaking of how his fifth son would also perish and his youngest would become a monster.

“We must save him before that happens. If you help me, I will help you.”

Siria Slion curled his lips upward, saying he would spare the two remaining sons if I assisted him with the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s sorcery.

“Tw-two are still alive….”

I bit my lips, thinking of the fifth and youngest. When I believed all were dead, I couldn’t accept it, but now hearing that two still lived, I desperately wanted to believe it.

Moreover, after consuming the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s soul and absorbing the knowledge that seeped into me, I had learned about Eden, which made Siria Slion’s words somewhat more credible.

“I-I will assist you. However….”

I declared that I would unconditionally obey whatever Siria Slion said, my trembling hands clenching into fists.

“Where are the fifth and youngest right now, and what mask are they wearing!”

More than anything, I needed to know my children’s whereabouts and condition, so I grabbed Siria Slion’s sleeve and pulled him toward me.

“Your fifth son is playing while wearing a black serpent helmet, and your youngest is locked away in a secret location within Eden Headquarters.”

Siria Slion answered without hesitation, having already traced the whereabouts of the children before rescuing me.

“A serpent helmet? You said the children who died earlier were also wearing serpent helmets….”

I tilted my head, unable to comprehend Siria Slion’s words.

“Curious why they wore identical helmets? It’s because all your sons wore helmets for a single Monster. That Monster, which harbors despair, is named….”

Siria Slion twisted his lips with relish, savoring my hardening expression as he uttered the Monster’s name.

“Hydra. The Serpent of Despair, Hydra.”

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“Hydra….”

The moment Raon heard the name Hydra, a chill ran through his entire body.

‘I suspected as much when it appeared stronger each time wearing a different helmet….’

So it truly was Hydra.
Hydra was a mythical Monster that had plunged the world into despair in the age before the Dragon of Ruin emerged. A serpent with nine heads, each possessing a different attribute, with the peculiar trait that when one head was severed, the remaining heads became far more powerful. This characteristic made confronting Hydra extraordinarily difficult.

Legend held that if only the final head remained, Hydra’s power would be catastrophic enough to destroy the world itself. If that Hydra had perfectly absorbed its power, the serpent mask that would appear after Muk Hyungsa might possess strength rivaling that of the Heavenly Demon or Glen Zigheart.

-Hydra!

Wrath let out a brief exclamation.

-If it’s truly Hydra, this will be entertaining! That creature is the real deal when it comes to strength!

He twisted his lips, acknowledging the existence of the Continent in a rare moment.

‘You know of it too?’

Raon swallowed dryly and gazed at Wrath.

-The True Demon King didn’t witness it himself. However….

Wrath’s eyes narrowed to threadlike slits.

-The despair spreading across this Continent grew so thick that it nearly gave birth to a new Demon Lord. I simply wanted to see what would happen.

He smacked his lips, curious about what this creature called Hydra might be like.

‘If what he’s saying is truly accurate….’

Raon bit his lips deeply while observing the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

‘The war with Eden could prove far more difficult than anticipated.’

Even if I placed Hydra’s power at the level of Glen or just below the Heavenly Demon, he would still be formidable to face. My current state had only barely stabilized the Absolute Realm, and confronting Hydra—who would undoubtedly stand above the Absolute—would be an overwhelming burden.

‘I cannot afford to settle at my current level.’

Meeting Pride and the Heavenly Demon had granted me profound enlightenment—both in martial arts and spirit. While I was satisfied with this progress, the future of Zigheart demanded that I not halt here.

‘As quickly as possible….’

Raon placed his hand upon the Heavenly Sword and gazed down at the crimson thorn bracelet that Pride had crafted.

‘I must awaken Pride.’

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