The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 231

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Chapter 231

“Uwaaaaaaah!”

Rimer let out a cry without even realizing it.

“He won! Raon won!”

He raised his clenched fist as he gazed at the 3,000 gold coins stacked before Raon.

“You bastards! My Raon! My disciple did it!”

Rimer began dancing in circles with his arm around the shoulders of spectators he’d just met.

“Raon! Raon! Raon!”
“Raon! Raon! Raon!”

As he continued calling out Raon’s name, the spectators in the Gambling House echoed it.

“Heuuuh!”

Rimer exhaled with a face that was half-crying and half-laughing.

‘Not just winning, but completely crushing him!’

Despite countless challenges against Dogyae, he had never won once. Yet Raon had seen through all of Dogyae’s tricks and turned the tables on him with a con of his own. I was astounded by such audacity.

“If this keeps up….”

Rimer licked his lips.

‘I might become rich again.’

Just moments ago at the counter, a game had been set up with bets on whether Raon or Dogyae would win. He had wagered all his hidden money and the gold coins he’d borrowed from Dorian on Raon’s victory—and specifically on winning all three bets. If things continued this way, he would become wealthy once more.

“Raon! Win! Show the power of the Zigheart Storm Wind Group! I believe in you!”

Rimer screamed Raon’s name so desperately that blood vessels burst in his neck.

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“Hmm….”

I clicked my tongue as I watched Rimer, who looked so pathetic that even a beggar would have avoided his fate.

‘I may not know the strength of the Gwangpung Unit, but they certainly know how to display their shame.’

Seeing the commander of Zigheart’s military organization display such a wretched appearance without any shame—people were truly people.

‘From the looks of it, he’s wagered money on me.’

Rimer’s eyes gleamed with desire as he cheered. It was clear he had hidden money somewhere and bet it all on my victory.

“I never thought you’d actually suffer the consequences of your own words.”

Dogyae’s lips curled into a long smile. Though he tried to maintain his composure like a true gambler, the deck of cards he’d been holding had already been reduced to powder. His internal turmoil was evident enough to be unbearable.

I smiled faintly as I watched the scattered card fragments drift through the air.

‘That eyesore just crushed itself for me.’

Ever since our first meeting, I’d disliked the way he flicked cards between his fingers. Seeing him crumple them himself felt oddly satisfying.

-Hmph! Don’t get cocky!

Wrath furrowed his brow in displeasure.

-It was I, the great one, who revealed that ogre-like fool’s hand to you!
‘Of course I know. That’s why I’ve been wondering how to buy you ice cream as a reward.’

I nodded to Wrath, who seemed upset at not receiving attention.

-Wait, is that really true? If so, is there anything else I can do for you? Just say the word!

Wrath nodded as if telling me to order as much as I wanted.

I smiled as I watched Wrath.

Wrath truly gives without reservation.

To think I could command a Demon King with just four boxes of ice cream—the value for money was insanely good. I doubted I could find such a bargain anywhere across the entire Continent.

‘Now it’s fine.’

The card game seemed to be over.

Dogyae wasn’t a fool. He’d caught on that I was using tricks, so there was no point in playing poker any longer.

“To fall for my own words—this is my first time experiencing such humiliation.”

Dogyae laughed with amusement. While irritation was clearly building up, his expression showed barely any sign of it. It was the bearing of a born gambler.

“Let’s set the cards aside and make a decision.”
“A decision?”
“Yes. My decision to acknowledge you.”
“Wasn’t that already finished?”

I tilted my head in confusion. Since there were barely any gold coins left on Dogyae’s table, I naturally thought it was already over.

“Of course not.”

When Dogyae clapped his hands, the spectators parted and the dealers came out, pouring gold coins onto the table. The amount was roughly equivalent to the 3,000 gold coins I’d won.

“3,000 gold coins. Let’s use this to settle our gamble.”
“Not with cards, then?”
“Of course not. I can’t fall into the trap of a con artist whose tricks I don’t understand.”
“It’s not a con artist’s trap—it’s justice.”
“Ugh….”

Since he’d said it himself, Dogyae’s expression twisted for just a moment as if he were chewing something rotten.

“The method is simple.”

Dogyae picked up the gray cup in front of him. He poured out the liquor inside onto the floor and slammed the cup down on the table.

“I’ll place three dice inside this cup.”

As he extended his hand, the Dealer to his right placed three white dice into the cup.

Rattle, rattle, rattle!

Dogyae shook the cup like a bartender, then slammed it down on the table. When he lifted the cup, three different dice showing 3, 5, and 6 faced the sky.

“A dice game where you guess the numbers on the dice inside the cup. It’s simple and intuitive—that’s why I love this gamble the most.”

This dice gambling was a game spread throughout the entire Continent, and it was one of the games played at the Camelun Underground Gambling House.

“Let’s keep going until someone gets the answer right.”

Dogyae pushed 3,000 gold coins to the center of the table, determined to see this through.

‘Dice, then.’

With three dice, the possible numbers range from 3 to 18. Getting it right on the first try is nearly impossible, but there won’t be a second chance. It will definitely end on the first attempt.

‘Wrath.’
-Nothing.

Wrath examined the cup and dice thoroughly before returning to my wrist.

-Both the cup and dice are ordinary things.

He shook his head as if there was nothing amiss.

‘So he intends to win through skill.’

Since there was no way to cheat and he didn’t know my methods, it seemed he intended to settle this with his own technique.

“Yesssss!”
“Dice is always the perfect ending!”
“Simple yet absolutely nerve-wracking.”
“I’m curious. Will the Legend Sword Association’s gambling skills work against dice?”
“Should we accept it?”
“Of course we should. If we don’t, it won’t count as a proper wager.”

The spectators naturally assumed the gamble would be accepted, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Very well. Then allow me to make a proposal as well.”

I nodded and glanced at Dogyae, who stood beyond the mountain of gold coins.

“A proposal?”
“Since you chose the game, let me call the number first, and grant me the right to open the cup. Is that acceptable?”

These two conditions were among the few ways to prevent the opponent’s tricks.

“Oh! That’s fair.”
“We should accept that too.”
“Right. Since the Legend Sword Association agreed to the dice game, such a demand is only natural.”
“Exactly. It’s Dogyae who’s shaking the dice anyway.”

The onlookers now sided with me, nodding in agreement that the terms must be accepted.

“Fine. But you’ll play without any artifacts you’re carrying.”
“Understood.”

I nodded and handed all my equipment and artifacts to Dorian. As I pushed forward the three thousand gold coins I’d just acquired, the entire table became a sea of gold. Dry swallows echoed from various corners of the room.

“Then let me shuffle.”

Dogyae dropped three dice separately onto the table, then shook the cup and scooped them in one by one.

The sound of the dice edges striking the cup rang out grandly like an orchestral ensemble, then ceased abruptly the moment Dogyae released his hand.

“Go ahead and call it first, as you said.”

He withdrew his hand completely from the cup, signaling it was now my turn.

“Understood.”

Raon exhaled softly and leaned back against his chair.

-Now it’s my turn again, it seems.

Wrath assumed a poised stance, as if begging to be entrusted with the task.

‘No, this time it’s my turn.’
-What? How do you expect to see that!

He questioned whether I even had time to discern the subtle differences in sound as before.

‘But I gained something from you.’
-Gained? What are you—oh!

Wrath’s mouth fell open.

-You don’t mean….
‘That’s right. The Eye of Wrath.’

I watched Wrath curse silently with his eyes as I drew forth the rage that had settled deep within my soul.

‘I can manage clairvoyance too.’

Poker would take too long to maintain the Eye of Wrath, but this dice game would end in a single round—more than enough time.

‘And….’

If my suspicions were correct, the dice inside that cup wouldn’t be in a normal state. I needed to verify it with my own eyes.

“Hmm?”

Dogyae sensed something amiss and furrowed his brow, yet he couldn’t quite grasp what felt wrong and merely tilted his head in confusion.

‘As expected, he can’t sense it.’

He seemed to perceive only a fleeting sense of anger. Reassured, I drew forth the rage and channeled it into my eyes, enduring the crushing pressure as if my eyeballs might burst, and fixed my gaze upon the cup.

Creak…

The interior of the metal cup opened wide, revealing its contents.

‘Hah.’

I exhaled softly.

‘Quite clever indeed.’

The three dice inside the cup were stacked like a tower, with only the 1 on the topmost die facing skyward.

However, the position of the stacked dice was extremely unstable. The topmost die was touching the cup’s wall, so opening it straight would cause it to fall and collapse the tower.

‘He set a double trap, thinking I might be able to perceive the dice’s numbers.’

The first trap was creating the number 1, which couldn’t emerge otherwise, by stacking the dice into a tower. The second trap was that even if I predicted 1, opening the cup would topple the dice and create a new number.

Dogyae must have adjusted the angles of the dice so that even if they fell, he could read the resulting numbers. Truly impressive finger work.

‘Of course, it’s meaningless.’

I smiled faintly. Through Wrath’s Eye, I had perceived all his tricks, so this trap held no significance for me. I was glad I chose to examine the interior directly.

“Do you need more time?”
“I’ll go with 1.”

I nodded slightly and called out 1.

“1? Why call 1? The minimum is 3.”
“Right? Why suddenly do something insane?”
“If the dice stack into a tower, it could be 1!”
“That’s possible? It’s impossible!”
“Considering Dogyae’s dice skills, it’s entirely possible.”
“Is that man just an ordinary gambler?”

The spectators swallowed hard, curious about what would happen next.

“Hmm.”

Dogyae scratched his chin as he stared at the cup. Despite giving his answer, his expression hadn’t wavered—truly a man of steel nerves. He closed his eyes, then opened them and nodded.

“Then I’ll go with 12.”

After his calculation, he raised his hand upward—a gesture signifying he would employ no tricks.

“Then I’ll open it.”

Raon brought his hand toward the cup. Not a single breath could be heard. I could feel every eye in the gambling house following my hand’s movement.

Screech.

I tilted the cup slightly to the left as I lifted it. I felt the die that had been touching the right side get pushed inward.

“Ugh!”

With Dogyae’s startled groan, the metal cave opened and the die’s faces were revealed. Three dice formed a square tower, blinking a single eye toward the heavens.

“Wooooooow!”
“It’s a 1! He actually got a 1!”
“Insane! Absolutely insane!”
“Now that’s gambling!”
“Damn! He won 6,000 gold coins with a 1!”
“All the money Dogyae accumulated here got drained!”

The spectators erupted in cheers as if they themselves had won. They were ecstatic that the underdog Raon had defeated Dogyae, the absolute master of gambling.

Clack.

Raon subtly pushed the dice and created the number that would have come up if he had opened the cup normally. The first die and second die fell to the ground, creating the number 12. As expected, Dogyae was calculating everything.

“You look happy.”

In contrast to the glittering gold coins, Dogyae’s face was scrunched up like he’d eaten shit. His expression showed he hadn’t expected to be caught onto both tricks.

“Phew…”

Dogyae’s face gradually turns red. It seemed like now that the gambling had ended, he wasn’t going to hold back anymore.

“How on earth did you figure it out?”
“I reasoned through it. Why you would propose this gamble. What you were aiming for.”

I lifted a handful of gold coins from the table and continued speaking.

“Since you suffered humiliation at my hands, you’d want to turn the tables. And since you’d prepare contingencies just in case, I thought the dice would show an unusual number—1—and that you’d make the dice touch the cup’s wall as a counter to that.”

I learned all of it thanks to Wrath’s Eye of Fury, but connecting the pieces was simple. Dogyae’s complexion grew progressively paler.

“Whoa…”
“Did they just have a battle of wits back there?”
“They’re both insane. How could anyone think like that?”
“Unbelievable.”

The gamblers who heard my explanation looked as though their souls had half-departed their bodies.

“You… you predicted all that?”

Dogyae bit down hard on his lip.

“Yes. I trusted in your gambling skill.”

I nodded calmly.

“So I was in the palm of your hand from start to finish.”
“I was fortunate.”
“KRRAAAAAAAA!”

Dogyae threw his head back and let out a roar. The bellow erupting from his massive frame shook the entire gambling house.

“Phew…”

Dogyae exhaled deeply and lowered his head. His expression looked refreshed.

“You’re the first to strip away both my money and my composure like this.”

He nodded and opened his large hand, gesturing toward the sea of gold coins piled on the table.

“Take it. You’ve earned it.”

Dogyae rose from his seat, acknowledging the outcome.

“Thank you.”

Raon nodded and swept his gaze across the mountain of gold coins.

‘Six thousand gold coins….’

Even with extravagant spending, it would be difficult to exhaust this fortune in a lifetime. It seemed I wouldn’t need to worry about money going forward.

‘First, I should expand the Annex Building.’

Raon decided where to spend the money for the first time and glanced to the side.

“Dorian.”
“Yes? Ah, yes!”

Dorian, too shocked to close his mouth, hurried over and poured the gold coins from the table into his belly pouch.

“I-I’ll help too!”

Rimer quickly approached and grabbed the coins. Half went into Dorian’s pouch and half into his pants, but I decided to let it slide for now—I could recover it later.

“The first match of the Three Pacts goes to the Legend Sword Association.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen Dogyae lose at gambling. I think it’s been over ten years.”
“Is the Three Pacts actually breaking today?”
“Absolutely not. There’s still alcohol left. I’ve never seen that man drunk.”
“You said the same thing during the gambling match. We won’t know who wins until the very end.”

The spectators smacked their lips in anticipation of the second match.

Crash!

Dogyae, who had been gazing at the sky in thought, kicked over the now-empty table. The massive table shattered through the ceiling and flew away. He said it felt refreshing, but his expression clearly showed he was thoroughly annoyed.

“Then let’s begin the second match. Bring out the White Dragon!”

At Dogyae’s gesture, a circular table and an enormous jar emerged from within the gambling house. The jar was filled to the brim with a transparent liquid like water.

“It’s a drink called White Dragon. It’s so cold that it feels like your blood is freezing.”
“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the transparent liquor slosh inside the jar.

‘He’s brought something vicious.’

There’s a saying that the darker the sea, the deeper it is, and the clearer the drink, the more potent it is—the transparent White Dragon is among the three most lethal spirits on the Continent.
Bringing something that’s called poison rather than drink shows just how desperately he hates to lose.

“If you use aura or use an artifact to dispel intoxication, you lose.”
“I understand.”
“At least your answer pleases me.”

Dogyae filled a large ladle to the brim from the jar.

“The snacks will be here soon. Let’s start with the first cup!”

Without hesitation, he brought the ladle full of White Dragon to his lips and poured it down.

“Ahhhhh!”

Watching him swallow that poison straight and grin with bared teeth sent chills down my spine.

“Hah….”

I exhaled slowly and circled the Ring of Fire around myself. Feeling my heart ignite, I filled the ladle with liquor and drank it slowly.

“Ugh….”

It felt like a ball of fire was passing through my mouth and throat. There was no taste—only pain and the burning sensation of alcohol.
The potent drink hit hard all at once, making my head spin, but the Ring of Fire resonated and instantly burned away the intoxication.

‘Just as expected.’

This is manageable.

The Ring of Fire didn’t just eliminate the effects of alcohol—it also soothed the pain in my throat and mouth. If I thought of this as training to increase my Ring of Fire achievement, I could endure as much as needed.

*Gulp*

I finished the second ladle of White Dragon and looked at Dogyae sitting across from me. His eyes wavered like liquor sloshing in a jar—he hadn’t expected me to be so unaffected.

“Are you… really okay?”
“Not bad at all.”

I drained the White Dragon in the ladle and nodded.

“Now it’s your turn, Dogyae.”

I grinned and raised my hand.

“Ugh…”

Dogyae grimaced and picked up the ladle.

“Good! Today, one of us will fall before this ends!”

With those words, he poured the liquor into his mouth.

I smiled as I watched Dogyae’s throat trembling.

‘Sorry, but the one who’ll fall is already decided.’

Unlike me, who felt no intoxication whatsoever, Dogyae’s drunkenness and pain accumulated with each drink. It was a battle where the outcome was clear from the start.

Though it seemed only one person would fall after all.

-Blegh! Tastes awful! Poison! It hurts!

Wrath screamed, clutching his throat.

-Why are you drinking this filth! My tongue is burning!

The creature who shared my sense of taste writhed on the ground, moaning about dying.

‘Sorry…’

I’ll have to buy him everything he wants to eat once this is over.

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