The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1282

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Chapter 1282

“B-but… couldn’t we just…”

Dorian raised a trembling hand, looking almost pitiful.

“W-wouldn’t Hydra not appear if we simply don’t kill that Muk Hyungsa person?”

He tilted his head, suggesting that Hydra wouldn’t emerge if Muk Hyungsa wasn’t killed in the first place.

“That person seemed different from the other Eden Ghosts—he didn’t seem to harbor any hostility toward us.”

Dorian swallowed hard, recalling how Muk Hyungsa had approached them in such a friendly manner.

“Oh!”

Martha clapped her hands together in exclamation.

“That’s right! That guy didn’t seem to want to fight at all!”

She smacked her lips, noting that she hadn’t sensed any fighting spirit from Muk Hyungsa.

“That won’t work.”

Burren Zigheart sighed as he looked at Dorian and Martha, his expression one of exasperation.
He/She let out a sigh.

“That guy’s an Eden Executive anyway. Do you really think they’d just let a Transcendent run around freely?”

He shook his head, saying it was never something he could have expected from the beginning.

“….”

Lunan Slion seemed to share Burren Zigheart’s thoughts, nodding quietly in agreement.

“Then, if we just leave Muk Hyungsa alone….”

Dorian’s eyes reddened as he clasped his hands together, still unwilling to abandon his attachment.

“That’s not something we can allow either.”

Evelyn parted her lips with an unusually serious gaze.

“Muk Hyungsa is a Transcendent. And one of the higher ranks at that. Magic and martial arts differ in their essence, but even by realm alone, he stands far above me.”

She narrowed the bridge of her nose, recalling how she was startled when first seeing Muk Hyungsa by the chillingly flawless refinement of his power.

“If we leave that monster alive and let him roam freely, wouldn’t half of Zigheart vanish?”

Evelyn rolled her lips upward, which gleamed a vivid red, as she spoke of the unimaginable devastation that could befall them.

“Our Raon could certainly contain him without difficulty, but that would be no different from one pillar of Zigheart crumbling.”

She shrugged her shoulders, indicating this was not a problem easily resolved.

“Ugh….”

Dorian grasped his head, already seized by the terror that the Hydra would burst forth and destroy everything.
He grabbed his head as if he were sick with fear.

“Ugh…”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer’s desire to save his son seemed stronger than his fear of the Hydra, as he clenched his fists and stared only at Raon.

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

Raon lowered his chin while maintaining eye contact with the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

“If Muk Hyungsa dies, is it certain that your youngest son trapped in Eden Headquarters will be reborn with the power of Hydra?”

When I think about it, it was hard to fully believe that story because the person who told it to me was Siria Slion.

“Y-yes, that’s right.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer nodded with certainty.

“After hearing Siria Slion’s account, I investigated Eden and confirmed that the fifth and youngest brother’s souls were indeed connected….”

He bit his lips until blood welled up, expressing the deeper despair he felt after verifying it himself.

“Based on the flow of sorcery, if the fifth dies, our youngest will receive the souls of five brothers and the Hydra’s power all at once.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer clawed at the ground with trembling hands, as if he had already confirmed everything himself.

“Evelyn.”

I exhaled briefly and called out to Evelyn.

“Could that actually be true?”

Evelyn was from Eden and skilled not only in magic but also in sorcery, so she seemed capable of filtering out the truth from that account.

“It’s entirely possible.”

Evelyn shook her head, saying it wasn’t particularly difficult.

“If they really obtained the Hydra’s magic stone, divided it, and gave it to the five brothers, then when they all died, a true Hydra would be born from the youngest—I could do that myself.”

She shrugged, affirming it was entirely feasible.

“I see….”

I furrowed my brow with a hint of irritation. From what Evelyn and the Bearwolf Sorcerer said, it seemed certain that the moment Muk Hyungsa died, an Eden Executive bearing the full power of the Hydra would be born.
It seemed certain that a Eden Executive would be born.

“There’s one thing I’m curious about.”

Raon slightly bit his lip before looking back at the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

“If Muk Hyungsa is really the last head to open Hydra, why did you let him go free?”

He only sent favorable gazes and emotions, as if he wanted to witness something entertaining.
She had continued to send only favorable glances and affection, as if she simply wanted to see something entertaining.

“Muk Hyungsa wasn’t loyal to either the Heavenly Demon or Eden. Rather, he defied their orders. That’s far too strange, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t understand why they would leave Muk Hyungsa, who could become Eden’s strongest force aside from the Heavenly Demon, roaming freely.

“That’s the fuse,” Evelyn said, stepping forward to answer in place of the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

“Removing the leash that bound Muk Hyungsa and granting him freedom—that’s the constraint of the sorcery that will allow the youngest to accept all of Hydra’s power when he eventually dies.”

She twisted her crimson lips upward as if she could see everything.

“When there’s a constraint, sorcery and magic become exponentially stronger. Perhaps….”

Evelyn narrowed her eyes as she gazed at the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

“If Muk Hyungsa dies, a true monster will emerge.”

She exhaled a short breath, clearly feeling slight tension herself.

“Of course! Our Raon will handle everything!”

Evelyn clung to my arm with a soft slap, trusting me as she always did.

“Evelyn. Can you locate Eden’s position?”
She clung tightly to his arm.

“Evelyn. Can you find the location of Eden?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the wall where the gate to the Dimension had opened.

“No. The spell has changed. It must be the Heavenly Demon’s doing.”

Evelyn shook her head, saying that it seemed the Heavenly Demon had changed the location of Eden’s entrance.

“In that case…”

Raon slowly closed his eyes and then opened them.

“Even if Muk Hyungsa is truly the fuse that will summon Hydra, there’s no way to resolve that matter right now.”

The door to enter Eden is closed, and inside exist the Heavenly Demon and Pride.
It was impossible even for Glen to extract Muk Hyungsa alone from inside there.

“Besides, I have no intention of forgiving you.”

Regardless of his circumstances, the Bearwolf Sorcerer was a murderer who had tormented Lunan and slain the people of Zigheart. There was no possibility of forgiveness.

“Ah….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer’s eyes trembled as if crumbling, his last hope shattered and despair flooding through him. The shock struck him deeply, and fresh internal injuries reopened—blood spilled from his lips.

“However, I will search for a way to save your youngest son, who is imprisoned with Muk Hyungsa, without taking his life. Not for you, but….”

I looked down at the Bearwolf Sorcerer, who was coughing up black blood, my brow furrowing.

“For Zigheart.”

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Before returning to Zigheart, I made my way to the Red Brick Mansion located at the heart of Camelrun.

Whoosh!

As I approached the door, two figures—a man and woman dressed as a butler and maidservant—emerged from the shadows of the night.

“We greet the Sword Master.”

The butler and maidservant knelt before me and bowed deeply, as if they had been waiting.

“Where is the Black Market Master?”

I slowly parted my lips to acknowledge their greeting.

“She awaits you inside.”
“We shall guide you.”

The two bowed respectfully once more, signaling me to follow,
then opened the mansion’s door.

“I appreciate it.”

I entered the mansion, guided by the butler and maidservant.

‘Terrifying.’

Though it appeared to be an ordinary residence, countless assassins, mechanical devices, and formations lurked within this mansion.
I wasn’t certain about Transcendents, but it seemed I could subdue a Grand Master without much difficulty.

I felt the chill emanating from the Black Market Master’s mansion as I followed the maidservant and Butler up to the second layer.

Knock, knock.

The maidservant stopped before a brown door on the second layer and knocked carefully.

“Come in.”

A gentle and benevolent voice came from within—one I had heard before.

I adjusted my attire, opened the brown door, and stepped inside. A subtle yet bitter tea fragrance brushed against my nostrils. Just as my tension began to ease from the pleasant aroma, I saw an elderly woman with a kind face seated before a desk. Though she appeared as an ordinary grandmother with a hunched back, she was none other than Roselin, the Black Market Master who had expanded the Black Market across the entire Continent.
Just as the pleasant scent eased her tension, an Old Woman with a benevolent face appeared before the desk. She looked like an ordinary grandmother with a bent back, but this person was none other than Roselin, the Black Market Master who had expanded the Black Market across the entire Continent.

“I greet the temporary Head of House of Zigheart.”

The Black Market Master Roselin, who seemed to know all about Zigheart’s situation, called Raon the temporary Head of House and bowed first.

“I’m here to see the Black Market Master.”

Raon also bowed respectfully to Roselin, the leader who ran a Unit.

“When we first met, you were the commander of the Windstorm Unit, but now you’ve become a temporary Head of House. You’ve grown so much.”

Roselin drew a gentle smile as if recalling the first time she met Raon.

“It’s because the Black Market Master has helped us greatly.”

Raon nodded his head, saying that he had survived and grown thanks to the Black Market.

“Please have a seat.”

Roselin pointed to the sofa beside her and suggested they sit down to talk.

Yes.

I nodded and settled into the warm, inviting brown sofa.

“Did you manage to resolve the matter you were preparing for?”

Roselin, who seemed to already know the situation, poured tea while meeting my gaze.

“It went better than expected, but a problem has arisen.”

I glanced at the teacup Roselin had poured and bit my lip slightly.

“This time….”

After taking a sip of tea, I told Roselin everything except for the Demon Lords’ authority.

“Hydra, is it….”

Roselin let out a low murmur, watching the green tea swirl in my teacup.

“It’s a monster that appeared before the age of the Ruin Dragon, so most people wouldn’t know of it, but there are surviving records.”

She retrieved an ancient tome from beneath the table, its cover so worn it seemed ready to crumble.

“‘Severing the Hydra’s head was not particularly difficult. Contrary to its size, it was sluggish and weak. Moreover, it was so focused on attacking that it didn’t even notice its own head being cut off. However….'”

Roselin turned the pages slowly, as if reading the personal account of someone who had actually fought the Hydra.

“‘The Hydra displayed strength on an entirely different dimension with each head that was severed. The strong of the Continent could not withstand its venomous fangs and melted into black blood. Especially when only the final head remained—despair was the only word that came to mind. Nothing could reach it….'”

She carefully closed the tome, her lips sealed as if that section marked the end.

-Hmph! It’s still just a snake!

Wrath snorted derisively, calling the Hydra nothing more than a serpent—contrary to what he’d said moments before.

‘But you just said it was strong.’
-It irritates me that a creature not even a Demon Lord receives such descriptions!

He clicked his tongue, lamenting that he should have stepped forward to roast the serpent himself.

Next time you catch one, go ahead and brew some snake liquor!
‘Anyway.’

I chuckled softly. Thanks to Wrath stepping up, the weight that came with the name Hydra seemed to lift considerably.

“If a being with Hydra’s power truly awakens, it would become a major threat to the war. I believe we should resolve this matter before that happens.”

Roselin smacked her lips, suggesting it would be best to settle the Hydra problem before the war began.

“I agree with that assessment.”

I nodded calmly.

“But there’s no way forward. Especially now that it’s difficult to locate Eden.”

I bit my lip, referring to how the Heavenly Demon had sealed off Eden’s entrance.

“We still need to search for it.”

Roselin set down her teacup with a subtle smile.

“Even if it means mobilizing every agent of the Black Market.”

Her eyes gleamed with the fierce determination of a warrior—a look that clashed starkly with her benevolent face as she declared that anything must be done to win this war.

“Tell me everything you saw inside Eden Headquarters. I will search through every mountain across the Continent and every ancient map ever drawn to find it.”

Roselin clenched her weathered fist with resolve, determined to locate Eden by any means necessary.

“Ah.”

I swallowed hard, meeting Roselin’s overwhelming gaze. Seeing that brilliant gleam in her eyes, I finally understood how she had elevated the Black Market to its current position.

“And one more thing….”

Roselin raised a single finger, indicating that what came next was even more critical.

“Are you prepared to become a hero?”

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