The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 220

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Chapter 220

“Raon!”

Pedrick grasped Raon’s wrist as his eyes fell shut.

‘The wounds have worsened.’

He had pushed himself when he should have focused on recovery, and his condition had deteriorated. At this rate, it wouldn’t end in mere unconsciousness—it could become truly perilous.

A resonant hum filled the air.

He channeled the barely-gathered essence of Sia, methodically dissolving the remnants of destructive aura that were consuming Raon’s body with streams of highly-purified mana.

“Raon….”

Sheryl examined Raon’s condition and bit her lip. Bones, muscles, mana circuits—there wasn’t a single intact place on his body.

‘Such devastation….’

She had stood on countless battlefields, but this was the first time she’d witnessed someone’s body destroyed to this extent. Most would have perished long before reaching such a state.

“Damn it!”

She had thought it fortunate that Raon had ascended to Master, rescued the Saint and the child, and emerged safely. But that was a grave miscalculation.

‘Not everyone came out unscathed.’

He had sacrificed himself.

There was no doubt—Raon had offered himself up to save those two. There was no other way his body could have been reduced to this state.

“What in the world happened in there?”
“Hah….”

Pedrick exhaled heavily as he infused Sia’s essence into Raon’s body.

“When I had resolved myself to death, Raon appeared. Despite being an Expert, he held his ground against the Red Wolf Demon and Black Wing Demon.”
“The Red Wolf Demon and Black Wing Demon….”

Both had reached the Master realm. Especially the Black Wing Demon—with its flight ability and impenetrable hide, it was impossible to face without being a Master oneself.

“Raon endured, and endured, waiting for his opening….”

Pedrick recounted how Raon had ascended to Master within the forest, slain the two demons, and fought the Evil Goat Demon to a draw.

“…Thanks to this child holding on until the very end, both Julius and I were able to survive.”
“That….”

Sheryl stared at Raon and bit her lip until blood flowed.

‘It was a mistake. A terrible mistake….’

Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably. Intoxicated by the moment, she had made too easy a decision, trusting in that child’s potential. When she thought of the suffering that young one had endured, she could barely breathe.

Crack!

Sheryl slapped her own face and fell to her knees.

“Saint. Please restore this child to his original state. By any means necessary. I will do anything!”

She stared at Pedrick without even wiping away the blood trickling from her lips.

“I feel the same way. This life was saved by Raon, so I’m prepared to do whatever it takes.”

Pedrick nodded gravely and closed his eyes. He endured the ache in his chest from his internal injuries while maintaining Sia’s aura without interruption.

‘I need time….’

Since he had also sustained severe internal injuries, he couldn’t muster his usual strength, and he had left all the medicine he normally carried with him back in the city. The situation was far from ideal in every way.

‘I can’t use Rayshin either.’

Rayshin was certainly an effective medicine, but its medicinal and toxic properties were far too potent—it required refinement. All he could do now was prevent Raon’s condition from deteriorating further.

“Ah! If it’s that, this one brought something!”

Sheryl retrieved the hemostatic medicine and internal injury salve that Raon had obtained from Dorian.

“These are of decent quality. They should help—wait?”

Pedrick’s eyes widened.

‘What is this?’

Raon’s body, which had been on the brink of death, began to recover gradually. It wasn’t the effect of Wrath’s aura. His mana circuits and core weren’t simply regenerating—his bones and flesh were slowly knitting back together.

‘Breathing. Is it breathing?’

With each slow breath drawn in sleep, with each exhalation, it seemed as though the natural mana was healing his body.

“By the gods.”

Pedrick’s mouth fell open. The fact that a body in such a state could recover simply by sleeping was beyond astonishing—it was miraculous.

“W-what troubles you? Surely not—”

Sheryl drew close to Pedrick’s side, her eyes trembling with concern.

“No, it’s good news!”

Pedrick shook his head and gestured toward Raon.

“Carry him. We must return to Letran at once.”
“But if we move him—”
“I don’t know the exact reason, but Raon’s body is healing itself right now. It will hold together well enough until we return!”
“Understood!”

Sheryl nodded and gently lifted Raon into her arms. Despite the considerable height difference, she paid no mind to appearances and focused solely on finding the smoothest way to carry him without jostling.

‘By whatever means, by whatever method—I will restore him to his former self.’

She closed her eyes, making a vow as solemn as a knight’s oath to her lord.

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“Hmm….”

Julius gazed quietly at Raon, who was being carried by the Heavenly Sword Master.

When that young swordsman named Raon first appeared, he seemed like a hero from ancient tales.

I had believed that a hero from novels and myths would defeat the monsters of Eden, the very axis of evil, and save both myself and the Saint.

He had indeed withstood the terrifying assault of two demons alone and ultimately defeated them both—a feat worthy of the heroic image I had imagined.

I thought he would overcome the goat-headed monster that had remained still until now and naturally allow us to return home.

But it was not so.
He was utterly exhausted from battling the two demons, his entire body covered in wounds.

Despite being in no condition to fight further, he challenged the goat-headed monster and clashed blades with it.

Raon’s face as he crossed swords with the goat-headed monster was not that of a hero.

Unlike the heroes I had read about in stories and novels who would sever an enemy’s neck with a single stroke, his face contorted as if death itself were upon him—he simply endured, simply persevered.

He was not the legendary hero I had imagined.
He was merely a person—one filled with the resolve to hold on by any means necessary, to save us at any cost.

And that is what moved my heart. His emotions were transmitted so vividly that I could not speak a word.
In fact, my mouth would not open at all.

When the duel ended and I saw Raon standing on unsteady legs, raising his blade once more against the Evil Goat Demon, I felt my heart pound harder than it ever had in my entire life.

Because I understood why he was doing this, I could not control my emotions.

The goat-headed monster acknowledged the stalemate and withdrew, while Raon collapsed to the ground, breathing as if he were dying.

I had never heard such shallow breathing, not even when my Grandfather passed away.

Yet even in that state, he did not fall.
He had helped drive back the sorcerer—the root cause of all this chaos—as they fled the Forest, and the sight of him drawing his blade and blazing with fighting spirit despite his condition filled me with both astonishment and reverence.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Julius whispered Raon’s name, his fists clenching tight.

The boy swept up by the tempest had met a man who stood not through heroism, but through sheer will—and in that meeting, he had chosen his own path.

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“Ugh….”

I groaned as my eyes opened, greeted by an unfamiliar sea-blue ceiling I’d never seen before.

‘Damn, everything hurts.’

The moment consciousness returned, pain came with it. Not a single part of my body—from crown to toes—remained unscathed.

‘Even Pedrick’s healing and Sloth’s restorative sleep didn’t fully mend this?’

Despite receiving Pedrick’s treatment and the sleep benefits of Sloth, this lingering pain suggested I truly had been pushed to the brink of death.

“Huh…?”

As I attempted to rise from the bed, I noticed Lunan Slion resting his head against the bedside, his breathing soft and rhythmic. He had fallen asleep while tending to me, and tears glistened at the corners of his eyes.

-It wasn’t just the ice cream girl. They all came and made such a ruckus demanding we save your wretched hide. Damn noisy, it was.

Wrath’s cold voice accompanied him as he slithered up onto the bracelet.

‘Is that so?’

I gazed quietly at the sleeping Lunan Slion. Knowing he had worried for me didn’t sit poorly with me at all. If I’m being honest, my chest grew warm.

-You foolish bastard. There’s a limit to recklessness. To think you nearly died out there!

Wrath continued speaking with a displeased glare.

-Even in the Demon Realm, I’ve never seen anyone as ignorant as you!
‘Is that so.’

I let out a quiet laugh watching Wrath tremble with indignation. I had been confident about reaching Master rank, but he was right—this time I’d acted far too recklessly.

Yet even if I could return to the past, my choice wouldn’t change. A life must be repaid with a life. Even if it meant walking a path of death, I would have saved Pedrick.

-And another thing—is passing out your pattern?
‘What?’
-Whenever you go anywhere, you collapse like some frail weakling! Do you know how much trouble you cause me?
‘Wait, what did you even do….’
-For someone so weak, you certainly know how to create problems! Know your place!

Wrath clicked his tongue in disdain.

‘Hmm….’

Raon smacked his lips.

‘He has a point.’

I hadn’t accomplished anything yet, and yet I’d already stirred up quite a bit of trouble.
I wasn’t like this before. It seemed I’d changed through living this life. Whether it was for better or worse, I couldn’t quite say.

-Because of you, I haven’t even eaten….
“Hm?”

Just as Wrath was about to grumble again about his appetite, messages began appearing before my eyes.

[You have reached the Master rank.]
[Your soul’s grade has risen significantly.]
[All stats increase by 10 points.]
[The Middle Dantian opens. Your aura becomes more solid and densely concentrated, and your aura consumption decreases.]
[You have achieved the Continental first Achievement 【Youngest Master】.]
[All stats increase by 10 points.]

The messages I had seen before closing my eyes became clearer in my mind.

-Tch!

Wrath bit his lip as he read the message. Even though he had seen it once, anger surged through him again.

“Master….”

I clenched my weakened fist tightly. My heart trembled at the realization that I had finally reached a realm I could never attain in my previous life.

‘I’ve finally reached it.’

At the time, the situation had been too urgent to feel real. All I could think about was ending everything as quickly as possible.

Now, seeing the message confirming my ascension to Master in a state of calm, emotions surged through me with overwhelming intensity.

‘So this was the Middle Dantian.’

The Middle Dantian, which opens upon reaching Master, was located near my solar plexus. The boulder-like obstruction blocking the dantian shattered, and the sensation of generating aura was pure exhilaration.

‘The effects are absurdly broken.’

This is why Experts can never defeat Masters.

The Middle Dantian’s effects go far beyond simply generating aura. It reduces aura consumption, condenses it solidly, and provides support to endure even prolonged battles.

The reason Experts had never been able to overcome Masters until now was precisely this difference in dantians.

‘The stat increases are just a bonus.’

Thanks to the title of being the first on the Continent, I gained an additional 10 points in stats. In this message alone, all my stats had increased by 20. It was an absurdly generous reward.

‘But this isn’t everything.’

I smiled and looked down.

[Thousand Flame Technique has reached 5-star.]
[Fire Resistance has reached 5-star.]
[Glacial has reached 5-star.]
[Water Resistance has reached 6-star.]

Both Thousand Flame Technique and Glacial had reached 5-star. I already knew this without checking the messages, since I’d examined my core’s aura the moment I awakened.

Even though my core hadn’t fully stabilized yet, far more aura was flowing through it than before I became a Master. At this rate, I could handle the Red Wolf Demon and Black Wing Demon far more easily.

‘My resistance has improved too.’

With my current resistance, I could defeat even moderately skilled fire and water mages while taking hits.

But there were still more messages remaining.

[Two layers of 【Curse of Bitter Cold】 are melting away.]
[【Curse of Bitter Cold】 disappears from your status.]
[Title 【One Who Overcame the Fate of Bitter Cold】 is created.]
[Your soul’s grade increases.]

This time, the messages were about the curse of bitter cold that had clung to me like a leech since my birth.

‘It wasn’t just my imagination.’

When I became a Master, I felt as though invisible chains binding my wrists and ankles had snapped. That wasn’t mere sensation—it was the recoil of my body returning to normal as the curse of bitter cold vanished.

‘The feeling of being constrained is completely gone.’

The discomfort I’d felt when moving or channeling aura had also disappeared. Once my body fully recovered, I would feel this difference even more profoundly.

【One Who Overcame the Fate of Bitter Cold】
A title bestowed upon those who overcome the trials sent by heaven.
Effect: All stats increase by 15. Cold Resistance increases significantly.

On top of a 15-point increase to all stats, cold resistance wasn’t just increasing—it was increasing significantly.

With 6-star water resistance and this substantial cold resistance, even 6-circle level cold magic wouldn’t leave a scratch on me.

“This is quite the breakthrough.”

Raon smiled as he finished reading through all the messages he’d received. Every single one was a jackpot—the wait had been worth it. He was already itching to test just how much he’d grown.

‘I need to recover my body quickly….’
-You’ve lost it! Both you and the system have gone insane!

Wrath glared at the message as if he wanted to kill it, grinding his teeth.

-Merely reaching Master rank, and you receive such a reward? It’s absurd!
‘It’s not “merely”—I reached Master at eighteen years old.’
-That’s exactly why it’s merely! If I possessed your body, I would have reached Master by age ten!
‘I was twelve when I first met you, so ten is impossible.’
-Sh, shut up!

Wrath let out a sharp cry and drew up his aura of rage.

-I’m not just upset about this ridiculous reward, but because you were unconscious for a whole week, I had to eat nothing but watery gruel! I was bored to death!

It seemed he was more frustrated about missing meals for a week than about the reward itself.

Gooooooh!

Tremendous aura erupted from Wrath. Even having ascended to Master rank, the emotion and chill emanating from him was sharp enough to pierce my chest.

“Ugh….”

Raon clutched his chest and grimaced.

‘Right. I did accept Wrath.’

To survive in the forest, I had accepted 20 points of Wrath from him. The sudden surge of anger brought with it a pressure as overwhelming as when I’d first met Wrath.

-You made a mistake. My Wrath is not something to be accepted so lightly!

True to his words, the chill seeping through my entire body and the Wrath crushing down on my very soul had grown to a level far beyond what it had been before.

‘But it’s manageable.’

Raon shook his head. What had risen this time wasn’t just his stats. His soul’s rank had elevated, his resistance had increased, and even the bitter cold had vanished.

Wrath 20 is certainly a significant disadvantage, but my growth far outweighs it. I can endure this.

Especially with the bitter cold dissipating, my mana circuits have become as pristine as a newborn child’s.

Zing!

Glacia moved in an instant to block Wrath’s frigid aura, and the ring of fire rotated more fiercely than ever, elevating the grade of my soul.

Boom!

My entire body trembled from the explosive collision of forces within. The pain that had subsided returned, and extreme agony washed over me, but I clenched my teeth and endured it to deny Wrath any hope.

-Stop resisting and surrender your body to me! Now I shall consume you with my own mouth!

It seemed his rage had erupted simply because he couldn’t devour me.

‘That won’t work.’

I smiled coldly and continued operating the ring of fire and Glacia.

‘I cannot lose in a battle of attrition and endurance.’

It was no different from chess—blocking where the opponent aimed and demonstrating one’s own soundness. Maintaining a calm expression, he blocked all of Wrath’s offensives.

-This time, I shall not lose!

Wrath, trusting in his heightened rage, refused to yield and continued pushing his fury and cold aura forward.

‘This level of stimulation is necessary.’

I bit the inside of my cheek and endured the pain that shook my very soul. After lying still for a week, this exertion was needed. I smiled through the excruciating agony.

-Smiling? You dare smile?

Wrath’s aura surged dramatically, enraged by my smile. He unleashed all his accumulated power in one devastating torrent.

‘Come as much as you wish.’

I was steadying my breathing and continuing to manipulate the cold aura.

[Your enhanced sleep quality and duration have strengthened Sloth’s efficiency.]
[All stats have increased by 1 point.]

The message indicated that all my stats had risen by one additional point due to Sloth’s effect.

-Ugh!

As Wrath gasped in shock and lost his grip on the balance of power, another message appeared.

[You have endured the interference of Wrath.]
[Health has increased by 1 point.]

It was a message declaring my victory over Wrath.

-Jeeeeean! Why in the world!

Wrath screamed with his head in his hands.

-I gave you over 20 points of Wrath, so why can’t I win! You stubborn bastard! Do you have no sense of pain at all!
‘It hurts.’

I shook my head.

‘But I’m used to this kind of pain.’

From my past life onward, physical and mental suffering had been familiar to me. It was difficult, but entirely bearable.

-You’re… relentless. Truly relentless, you are!

Wrath’s jaw trembled as if he were fed up.

-Meeting you was the greatest mistake of my entire existence. I should never have associated with you….
‘Don’t hate me so much.’
-How could I not hate you….
‘I’ll buy you the local specialty food.’

At the mention of specialty food, Wrath’s mouth clamped shut. A moment later, he slowly parted his lips.

—Is it real?
‘Yes.’
—Well then….

Wrath glanced around cautiously before nodding.

—Listen, I’ve noticed this place is famous for spices. There must be dishes that utilize them. Search carefully.
‘Understood.’
—Recover quickly. We need to get better so we can go eat.

Wrath showed concern for my body as if he’d never told me to die. Truly, he was an easy and lighthearted Demon King.

‘Wait…what?’

As I tried to sit up, a new message appeared.

—What is it? What else is there!
‘Is there something else?’

I tilted my head and examined the message.

[You have achieved victory in the wager with 【Wrath】.]

It was a message confirming my victory in the bet I’d made when receiving Wrath’s power.

—This is unjust!

Wrath shook his head rapidly.

—You failed to defeat all three of them! I won this wager! You should be giving me more of Wrath, not….
‘That’s not how it works.’

Understanding the situation, I smiled enigmatically.

‘You clearly said back then—all three of them must disappear from here! All three disappeared from the forest. My victory.’
—That obviously meant you had to kill all three of them!
‘Then say it properly from the start.’

I shrugged my shoulders with ease.

‘I wonder what the reward for this bet will be.’
-What a pathetic wager!
‘Not bad.’

Wrath’s screams were pleasant enough to serve as a lullaby, but they worked just as well as an alarm.

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