The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 200

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Chapter 200

“Damn it….”

Valdemar couldn’t answer easily and bit his lip hard.

I watched Valdemar tremble while I stood with my arms crossed leisurely.

‘He’s not deciding between the two options—he’s thinking about how to reduce the duration and percentage.’

Valdemar’s thoughts were predictable. He would choose to receive salary and compensation but try to reduce the duration, the percentage, or both.

‘But that won’t work.’

I might overlook this from other factions, but this is the second time from Jinmu Hall. I needed to put them in their place decisively.

‘I should ease his burden of thought.’

I smiled faintly and took another step toward Valdemar.

“Since you seem troubled, I’ll follow our unit leader’s words.”
“What?”
“From now on, I’ll extend the period for Geumcheom-dan’s salary and compensation to four years and six months.”

I increased the original four-year period to four years and six months.

“You insane bastard!”

Valdemar jumped down from the platform in shock. Of course, he didn’t charge at me out of respect for Glen, but he ground his teeth as if he wanted to kill me.

“Who extends the period by six months just because someone delayed their answer?!”
“I do.”
“That’s absurd! You already made your proposal!”
“It was the lord who rejected that proposal.”
“Ugh! But….”
“Four years and six months at eighty-five percent.”

I maintained my smile while raising the compensation from 80% to 85%.

“Hah….”

Valdemar’s mouth fell open as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Raon, well done! You’re the best!”

Rimer cheered as if to say I was truly his disciple, like a moth drawn to flame thinking only of the money in front of him, regardless of whether Jinmu Hall became our enemy.

“Ah, fine! I accept! Let’s go with the original terms! 80% over four years!”
“Can the Lord scoop up water that has already flowed down the river?”
“What?”
“Water that has flowed away cannot be caught by anyone. That percentage and timeframe are already in the past.”
“You absolute madman!”

Valdemar’s eyes burned crimson with rage. As his patience reached its limit, the ground beneath his feet began to crumble.

“Valdemar.”
“Ugh!”

At Glen’s voice from the highest platform, Valdemar’s body froze in place. He had been radiating killing intent just moments before, yet a single word made him flinch—it seemed he had suffered quite severely at Glen’s hands in the past.

“If you find this unacceptable as well, I’ll have to raise it further. This time, five years….”
“Stop! I accept! I accept!”

Valdemar raised his hand in surrender. Though his expression remained fierce and menacing.

“Then for the next four years and six months, 85% of all gold coins and rewards earned by Geumcheom-dan shall belong to the Gwangpung Unit. Do you accept?”
“Tch, I accept.”

He spoke through gritted teeth and nodded.

“Excellent.”

I nodded and looked toward the Announcer.

“W-with this, I declare the group duel between the Gwangpung Unit and Geumcheom-dan concluded!”

With his declaration, a gong rang out, signaling the end of the match.

“Don’t think this is over.”

Valdemar glared with murderous intent, hoisted the fallen Garon onto his shoulder, and left the Training Ground. His expression and bearing made it clear he had no intention of accepting defeat—revenge was coming.

‘At least he looks after his son.’

For all his violent temperament, he was far better than a cold-blooded man who would discard his son entirely for failing to meet expectations.

‘It’s finally over….’
“Oh my! Our blessing!”

As I exhaled in relief and turned to leave, Rimer came rushing over and grabbed my shoulder, shaking it vigorously.

“I live because of our Unit Leader! You are the light of my life!”

Rimer remained prostrate in reverence, still clutching the betting slip tightly. He glanced back and gestured to the Gwangpung Order members.

“What are you all doing! Your Unit Leader just brought in a fortune!”
“Huh?”
“What, what do you mean?”
“Shouldn’t we show our gratitude!”
“But we’ve only been getting beaten for three months….”
“Enough of that, hurry up!”

Rimer flashed a smile at me while furrowing his brow at the other Gwangpung Order members.

-I saw it clearly just now.

Wrath rose slowly, materializing before my eyes.

-The way you toyed with your opponent and secured every advantage to the very end. Indeed, you are suited to be a demon.
“Let us bow before our light and salt, our Unit Leader….”
“All of you, be quiet!”

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“Is… is he really seventeen?”
“He’s toying with a Jinmu Hall Master who’s been through countless trials.”
“His tongue seems sharper than his blade.”
“The power to defeat a Master, his judgment, and that face too. Life’s not worth living. Is the Terin River warm?”
“At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before he becomes a Unit Commander.”
“How did they raise such a monster?”

The Zigheart swordsmen gazed at Raon, who had overwhelmed Valdemar with words and actions, as if he were a monster.

“At least he’s not Rimer.”
“Right. He didn’t do anything today anyway.”
“They say he just lies around normally?”
“Then he’s just a figurehead Unit Commander!”
“That’s so like Rimer.”

They chuckled as they watched Rimer giving me a celebratory lift.

Most of the spectators were amazed or delighted, but Karun Zigheart’s expression was as wrinkled as tree bark.

“Tsk.”

Karun clicked his tongue as he watched Valdemar carry Garon away.

‘That foolish bastard….’

I could understand Garon’s shock at losing to Raon, but his subsequent behavior was abysmal. A vermin from the lowest Branch Family, being toyed with by a seventeen-year-old kid—it was so absurd I couldn’t even muster a bitter laugh.

‘He still doesn’t think at all.’

Since the Geumcheom-dan Master who requested the sparring had collapsed, I could simply say we’d discuss it later and then apply pressure through the Jinmu Hall’s authority. There was no need to settle things here, yet that simpleton let himself be toyed with by Raon and ruined everything.
There’s no need to see the end here, but that simpleton was toyed with by Raon and ruined everything.

“In many ways, I just gave that guy more power.”

Today, Raon achieved victory against his Master, and literally toyed with Valdemar, the Master of Jinmu Hall. This incident will become a great source of hope for the Branch Family and outsiders who are in rebellion against the Main Lineage.

“I was annoyed for a while… no, actually. It turned out better this way.”

A cold gleam flickered across Karun’s eyes.

‘If I completely crush that hope that has emerged after so long, he won’t dare to rebel again.’

He watched with a displeased expression as Burren lifted Raon onto his shoulders in celebration.

‘I may need to call that worm back.’

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Knock, knock.

As Derus Robert gazed out the window of his office where sunlight poured in, a crisp knock sounded at the door.

“Enter.”

A butler with silver-gray hair, one eye concealed, opened the door and stepped inside, bowing his head.

“Master. The results of the investigation you previously ordered have arrived.”

Derus turned his head slowly. Without the slightest change in expression, he nodded deliberately.

“Is this regarding Raon Zigheart?”
“Yes.”

The butler nodded and clasped his hands before him.

“The rumor from the Black Market that Raon Zigheart slew the 7th Apostle has been confirmed with ninety percent certainty.”
“If the Black Market assessed it at ninety percent, then it’s as good as confirmed.”

The Black Market’s primary revenue streams were not rare item auctions and gambling. Their true lifeline was intelligence—the finest information network across the entire Continent.
If they assessed something at ninety percent or higher, it was as certain as fact.

“Yes. It’s hard to believe, but it appears to be true. The story of a young sword prodigy who leaped from the Castle Wall to block Habun Castle’s wave is also confirmed to be fact.”
“And his age?”
“He is indeed seventeen years old.”
“A seventeen-year-old Expert who defeated a Master….”

Derus Robert let out a hollow laugh as if the notion were absurd. While seventeen-year-old Experts were not uncommon, a seventeen-year-old Expert who had defeated a Master was unprecedented in the entire history of the Continent.

Even his own son, hailed as a sword genius and whose name graced the Twelve Continents, had not come close to such heights at seventeen. A talent of a different caliber entirely—I found myself genuinely curious to see what manner of prodigy this boy was.

“Is there no further information?”
“Information regarding Zigheart is notoriously difficult to obtain. Even the Black Market is encountering considerable difficulties. Most of what we have gathered is trivial.”

The Butler bowed his head apologetically.

“What of the Shadow operatives I sent to the Northern Region?”
“They have yet to establish themselves properly and are bringing back almost no intelligence. Perhaps it would be wise to recall the ones sent recently….”
“No.”

Derus Robert shook his head, his expression darkening.

“Deploy more.”
“Sir?”
“Conduct a thorough investigation. Find out whose son he is, who trained him, what swordsmanship he has mastered, who his associates are—everything.”
“Hmm, surely he possesses extraordinary talent, but is such extensive investigation truly necessary? He is not yet a Master….”
“That is precisely what makes him terrifying.”

Derus Robert’s expression froze like ice.

“A young boy who has not yet reached Master defeated a Master. Should that boy ascend to Master and surpass even that realm, what do you think will become of him? He could rewrite the entire history of the Continent, and one day, he might even reach this position.”

He gestured toward the seat of the Robert Family patriarch where he stood.

“Talent that transcends all limits is precisely that terrifying.”
“I understand, sir.”
“We will inevitably clash with Zigheart. Update all intelligence on Zigheart—not just the boy named Raon, but everything.”
“Yes, sir!”

The Butler responded without hesitation, as if to make up for his earlier mistake.

“What’s the situation with the Yonan Family?”

Derus Robert nodded, satisfied with the Butler’s response, and settled onto the windowsill.

“I’ve administered it to the Family Head’s youngest daughter. The physicians, healers, and priests all turned away shaking their heads, so they’ll soon be seeking help from various quarters.”
“Don’t respond immediately. Extend your hand slowly, as if by coincidence. Extract as much as possible from that stubborn bloodline.”
“Of course.”

The Butler bowed and left the Office.

“Soon. Very soon now, indeed.”

Derus Robert gazed out the window again, his eyes narrowing.

“Before then, I must eliminate all obstacles.”

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I went to the Medical Tent to stabilize my internal injuries before returning to the Annex Building. My chest still ached, but I was in far better condition than when I’d fought the 7th Apostle.

“You absolutely cannot move for two days. Understood?”

Sylvia insisted I rest completely, laying me on the bed and gripping my shoulders firmly.

“If you move again this time, I’ll tie you down completely!”

Having coughed up so much blood, her eyes burned with unwavering determination.

“The handmaidens will also take turns standing guard outside for twenty-four hours. Don’t even think about leaving.”

Even Helen, whom I trusted, shot me a reproachful glance, insisting I not move.

“Sigh, understood.”

I exhaled deeply and nodded in agreement.

“I’ll stay still until you recover.”
“I’ll be watching.”
“I’ll trust you.”

Only after hearing their firm assurances did the two leave the room.

‘This isn’t so bad.’

In my past life, no one had ever spoken to me like this, and because I knew they were genuinely concerned, their nagging didn’t sound unpleasant to my ears.

-That will not do.

Wrath climbed onto my bracelet and furrowed his brow.

-Demons have no need for familial bonds. Strength. True demons dedicate all their desires solely to becoming stronger.
“That’s not what demons are like—that’s just your desire. Not all demons live the way you do.”
-Of course! I am special. There is no one as devoted to strength as I am. Thus I am called the Lord of Wrath, and among demon kings, I am the strongest….
“It’s not wrath—it’s gluttony.”
-That is not true! Do not compare me to that rabbit-eared fool!

He shrieked and shook his head violently.

-In any case! Your martial prowess is still far lacking, but your insatiable hunger and fighting spirit are somewhat to my liking.

Wrath lowered his mouth slightly and nodded.

-Should you become a demon, I shall take good care of you.
“Can humans even become demons?”
-Of course. Many humans have become demons thus far.
“How does one do it?”
-First, you must offer your body to me….
“Rejected.”

I waved my hand and closed my eyes. I had tried to listen to what he was saying, but it was pointless.

-Wait, I am serious! Once I descend and elevate the caliber of your body and soul, you will possess power on an entirely different level!
“No, thank you.”

I waved him off like a peddler. I thought he had given up since he’d been quiet lately, but it seemed otherwise. He was still eyeing my body.

-Tsk, that won’t work.

Wrath clicked his tongue briefly, as if disappointed.

“Of course not. Who do you take me for, a fool?”
-Still, I must admit you look rather impressive. If you wish, I could teach you the method for a human to become a demon. First….
‘Wait.’

Just as he was about to speak of the method to become a demon, a message appeared before my eyes.

[You have achieved victory once more in an unwinnable duel.]
[The achievement of 【Ring of Fire】 has increased.]
[Seolhwa’s Sense has advanced to 4-star level.]
[All stats have increased by 6 points.]

The message came from the achievement of defeating a Master at the Expert level. Both Seolhwa’s Sense, which expanded my perception range, and all my stats rose simultaneously.

-Ugh!
“Wow….”

As I read the message in amazement, a second message appeared.

[You have grasped the true essence of 【Taewhabo】.]
[You have achieved an impossible feat for your current level.]
[All stats have increased by 7 points.]

With the second increase in points, I drew in a sharp breath and clenched my fists.

Whoooosh!

My body transformed, and a burning pain surged through me before a refreshing vitality, like plunging into cool water, drenched my entire being. Even the internal injuries that had caused my stomach to ache vanished cleanly.

“Thirteen points at once….”

I grasped my pounding chest and smiled. The surge of strength from the increased stats was immediately tangible. I would need to dedicate myself to training for a while to adapt to these newfound abilities.

“And Seolhwa’s Sense has risen another level.”

Seolhwa’s Sense was an ability that expanded the range and sensitivity of my perception. As someone who had lived as an assassin, it was perfectly suited to me, and I was all the more pleased by it.

—Damn it….

Wrath trembled, his eyes quivering as he was crushed by the emerging message.

—Do you truly believe it makes sense to distribute such paltry rewards for achieving this trivial Achievement? If you possessed even a shred of conscience, you would spit it back out!
“I have no conscience.”

I shook my head firmly.

“You said I’m like a demon to you. Have you ever seen a demon regurgitate something it’s already devoured?”
—Ugh, you’re not even asking how to spit it out?
“That’s a pointless question.”

With a reward like this, I had no intention of spitting it out even if my stomach burst.

—You are truly more demonic than any demon, you wretched human.
“Is that a compliment?”
—Argh!

I smiled faintly as I watched Wrath trembling and seething with rage.

“Oh, by the way, what did you say earlier? How does one become a demon?”
—I absolutely will not tell you!

Wrath shook his head vigorously.

—If you became a demon, the Demon Realm itself would wither away!

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A week later.
After fully recovering from my internal injuries, I stepped out into the Annex Courtyard.
The fresh air and breeze lifted my spirits naturally after being confined indoors for so long.

I loosened my body lightly and drew the Heavenly Sword. As I gripped the blade, a sensation of vitality coursed through me. It seemed I had become an unavoidable swordsman.

Whoooosh!

I stepped into the Taewhoa Six Steps and unfurled the Soft Blade Technique. The aura blooming atop the silver-white blade flowed like a mighty river, enveloping the entire Training Courtyard.

The inherent subtlety of softness woven into the Soft Blade Technique was maximized in harmony with the Taewhoa Six Steps. A divine technique revealed itself—one that could even let falling sunlight slip through without resistance.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

Next, I wielded the Taewhoa Five Steps and brought down the Wild Fang Blade. The untamed fangs of a beast were sharpened even further, tearing through the empty air with ferocity.

“I wasn’t mistaken after all.”

Just as I’d sensed while fighting Garon, the Taewhoa Steps possessed the ability to enhance both the properties and power of swordplay.

When deploying the Six Steps and Soft Blade simultaneously, they became a barrier that allowed strong qi to flow harmlessly past. When using the Five Steps and Hard Blade, they transformed into a fierce spear that pierced through walls of qi. It was a supreme footwork that could be applied in any manner—offense, defense, evasion, even counterattacks.
It was an exceptional footwork technique that could be employed in any manner—offense, defense, evasion, and even counterattack.

“Of course, I’m just taking it internally.”

It enhances the power of sword techniques, but the recoil comes back just as strongly. The severe internal injuries he sustained this time were also partly due to the Taehwabo.

“Nothing in this world is perfect.”

Every advantage has its disadvantage. Since Taehwa Protection was a defensive technique created by Glen Zigheart at a higher level, using it at his current level put a strain on his body. If his body hadn’t been reinforced by his stats, he would still be lying in bed like a corpse right now.

“Let me see.”

Raon pulled up all the sunken aura and poured it into the Heavenly Sword.

Zing!

A crimson light blooms across the blade of the Jecheon Sword as a solemn inspection takes place.

Thin, fine sword blades like threads twisted and coiled together to form larger blades, and those blades gathered like flower petals to create a magnificent line.

Whoa-oa-oa-oa!

A comet-like vast light bloomed on the blade of the Heavenly Sword, condensing into a clear aura—a strong energy.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

But the aura couldn’t hold for long, flickering out like a candle before the wind.

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue and lowered the Heavenly Sword.

“Still not enough.”

Through my sparring with Garon, I had refined the martial techniques I’d acquired, and the Master’s barrier before me had certainly crumbled.

But I hadn’t reached Master yet. I stood before the collapsed wall, unable to cross beyond it—a peculiar situation.

‘I have no idea.’

It seemed to be neither Expert nor Master.

In my past life, I had killed Masters, but never ascended to that realm myself, so I couldn’t discern what my current state truly was.

‘Wrath.’
-What is it.
‘What’s my current level? It doesn’t seem to be Expert or Master.’
-Why are you asking me that.
‘I’ve given you everything you wanted to eat lately. The least you can do is earn your keep.’

While resting at the Annex Building, I had indulged all the foods and snacks Wrath had craved. He had forgotten all about having his stats stripped away, lavishing praise on every dish that came out.

-Hmm….

Wrath smacked his lips slightly, as if pricked by guilt.

-You stand at the threshold.
‘The threshold?’
-The Master’s barrier your kind speaks of. You’re standing upon the place where that wall has crumbled.
‘As expected.’

It was exactly as I’d anticipated. I now stood in a position that was neither Master nor Expert.

‘So how do I take another step forward from here?’
-You need a catalyst.
‘A catalyst?’
-Yes. A catalyst to extend your foot further.
‘How am I supposed to find that catalyst?’
-I wouldn’t know.
‘What?’
-This King never felt such a wall. I leaped past the second and third stages from the beginning. Since I’ve never wrestled with the kind of dilemma you face, I don’t know.
‘How infuriating….’

In matters like this, the Demon King proved utterly useless.

‘Should I try again?’

I attempted to forge the aura a few more times, but unlike before, I couldn’t sustain it—the aura melted away.

‘It seems impossible for now.’

I smacked my lips in frustration.

‘Then there’s no need to obsess over it.’

In truth, my current growth rate already transcended human limits. If I continued training with unwavering dedication as I had been, I could take that next step forward without even realizing it.

“I’ll just continue as before…hm?”

As I repositioned my sword to resume my training, I caught a presence through Seolhwa’s heightened senses. It was above the tree behind me.

“Come down.”

I’d felt this presence several times before, so I gestured toward the person in the tree.

“I know you’re there.”
“Damn.”

With a curt voice, a woman with violet hair leaped down. Her narrow eyes and petite frame were unmistakable—it was Sheryl, the Heavenly Sword Master, with a sword strapped to her back.

“How did you know?”
“Your breathing became unsteady for a moment.”
“After witnessing something so absurd, I couldn’t help it.”

Sheryl approached with a furrowed brow and stood before me. Her eyes trembled slightly, betraying a hint of bewilderment.

“Is there something you wish to discuss?”

I had assumed our paths would not cross again, yet here she stood before me without warning.

“How is your condition?”
“Nearly fully recovered.”
“Then there should be no issue.”

Sheryl’s gaze swept over me from head to toe as if assessing my state, then she extended her hand.

“Work with me on something.”

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