The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 250

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Chapter 250

Burren watched Raon’s back as he entered the Dormitory, biting his lip.

‘Is he really going to be alright?’

The Tyrant Roman was a warrior whose name resounded across the Continent with nothing but a single axe. The thought of facing such a monster three years from now seemed nothing short of madness.

‘He made that absurd proposal to save us all.’

Raon had offered Roman that impossible suggestion to keep everyone aboard the ship alive. My comrades. The fact that I had survived by trading the life of someone who had helped me so much—it made my heart ache.

‘What should I do?’

I truly had no idea.

If I could help Raon, I would stake my life on it, but I couldn’t think of how to do it or what to prepare.

“Sigh….”

Burren released the frustration that filled his chest with a heavy sigh.

“Why do you look like you’re at a funeral?”

Martha passed by and frowned at the sight of him.

“Because of Raon.”
“Raon?”
“Yeah. He sacrificed himself for us, and there’s nothing I can do to repay him….”
“No wonder you’re a well-bred young master—your head’s full of flowers.”

She clicked her tongue at what she considered such foolish worrying.

“You’re not even worried about Raon?”

Burren furrowed his brows and glared at Martha.

“That bastard staked Zigheart’s name and made a promise with the Demon King. In three years, he’ll have to face that Monster, and if his heart doesn’t tremble then….”
“Why did such a thing happen?”
“What?”
“Why did he end up making that duel? You idiot!”

Irritation and rage flickered across Martha’s dark eyes—emotions directed not at anyone else, but at herself.

“It’s because….”
“We’re weak. Both you and me—we’re all weak. Because we don’t have the skill to swing a sword even once in that place. That’s why he made such a promise!”

Burren swallowed dryly. Blood dripped steadily from Martha’s clenched fist. She wasn’t ignorant of the truth—she knew it all, and was simply enduring it.

“Then isn’t it obvious what we need to do?”
“…We need to grow stronger.”
“Now your head’s working again. What’s already happened can’t be undone. So that such things don’t occur again—so his burden lightens—we must grow stronger, even if it costs us our lives.”

Martha spun around and headed toward the Training Courtyard attached to the Dormitory. She seemed intent on training immediately.

“Right.”

Lunan, who had been listening quietly from behind, nodded vigorously.

“We can’t leave everything to Raon.”

She spoke at unusual length and followed Martha’s footsteps.

“Ahem!”
“My body’s not quite warmed up yet….”
“Right. We didn’t get enough exercise today.”
“We’ll rest later.”

The other members of the Gwangpung Order scratched their cheeks and headed toward the Training Courtyard. Before long, the sound of vigorous battle cries echoed from within.

“I was a fool.”

Burren struck his own head hard enough to make a sharp sound.

“It was simple. All we need is to grow stronger.”

He smiled and headed toward the Training Courtyard one last time.

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I leaned my back against the Dormitory door and chuckled softly.

“Just rest already.”

The Gwangpung Order had achieved victory against more than twice their numbers, and they would be exhausted both mentally and physically from defending themselves against Roman’s aura strikes.
Even if they’d found new motivation, this was a time for rest rather than training.

‘Foolish ones.’

Because I understood why they’d gone to swing their swords without resting, warmth bloomed in my chest. Every time I felt it, these were companions worth helping.

However, there was one thing they misunderstood.
The Gwangpung Order possessed exceptional martial prowess for their age and had accumulated considerable experience. They possessed strength that would serve them anywhere, but they only felt weak because the enemies they encountered were all monsters.

I sat down on the floor, listening to the Gwangpung Order’s spirited shouts.

‘And….’

There was truly no need to worry about this matter.

I smiled faintly and summoned the messages that had appeared moments ago.

[You have achieved victory against a martial artist stronger than yourself.]
[All stats increase by 3 points.]

Thanks to defeating Tiller, who was at the lower Master level and hadn’t yet reached the middle Master level, all my stats had increased by 3 points.

[The achievement of 【Ring of Fire】 has increased.]
[You have created a new sword technique.]
[Due to the effect of the title 【Young Grand Master】, the power of Silver Dream and Blue Rain is enhanced.]
[All stats increase by 5 points.]

The rewards continued to pour in. The achievement of the Ring of Fire, which I had resonated throughout the battle, had risen, and thanks to perfecting two sword techniques, all my stats increased by an additional 5 points.

‘This isn’t the end.’

All my stats rose by 8 points, the Ring of Fire achievement increased, and even the abilities of both sword techniques improved, yet the messages continued.

[You have perfectly countered all of your opponent’s offensives.]
[The trait 【Spiral Force】 has been created.]
[All stats increase by 1 point.]

Raon immediately checked the details of the new trait.

【Spiral Force (1-Star)】
When inducing a warrior’s realm through martial arts, you can create stronger and faster rotations.

The moment I saw the description, I understood its significance. This trait had been granted because I had countered the rotation embedded in Tiller’s spear technique with a reverse rotation.

‘Just as I expected!’

The system Wrath had created possessed the absurdly broken ability to grant rewards based on achievements accomplished.
Rather than simply defeating Tiller, I had won by understanding and analyzing everything about him, and that’s why I received Spiral Force and the additional stat points.

“See? I was right.”

I smirked and turned my head.

“When you break the martial art itself rather than just defeating your opponent, the rewards get bigger.”
-Grrrrgh!

Wrath ground his teeth as he stared at the messages.

-You pig! Wasn’t it enough that you stole the True Demon King’s stats? Now you’re lecturing on how to steal more efficiently?!
“Well, if I’m going to receive rewards anyway, I might as well optimize—”
-Does a thief lecture the owner on how to steal better? Is this how the world should work?

Wrath’s sanity snapped as he shrieked.

-Even Grid would flee at the sight of you! You glutton who’ll burst from eating too much!

Rage and cold simultaneously erupted across Wrath’s broad shoulders.

-I can’t hold back any longer! Today, this True Demon King shall devour your flesh and restore light to the world!
‘That’s not a good idea.’

I waved my hand. No matter how generously Wrath gave, he’d already consumed far too much today. I didn’t need additional stat increases.

‘If he pushes it, I’ll just end up raising my stats again.’
-Ugh!

At those words, Wrath froze in place. His expression hardened completely, as if he understood what the outcome would be.

-Damn it!

Wrath trembled with clenched fists, his frustration unresolved.

‘Today my injuries aren’t severe, so enduring against you isn’t difficult. It’s better to hold back….’
-I can’t hold back! You wretched demon!

Before I could even finish saying to restrain himself, Wrath charged forward. He clung tightly to my shoulder and unleashed his cold and rage.

“Sigh….”

I’d intended to take it easy today.

I shook my head and resonated the Ring of Fire, simultaneously drawing upon Manywa and Glacia.

One hour later.

[You have endured Wrath’s assault.]
[Your Stamina stat has increased.]
[Your Vitality stat has increased.]

-Huuuugh!

Wrath collapsed like a deflated balloon, wailing in defeat.

“I told you not to do it.”

Raon exhaled deeply.

Once a fool, always a fool, it seemed.

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Rector watched the rushing river pass by before turning around. He approached Roman, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing only forward.

“Brother, why did you accept Raon’s proposal?”
“Didn’t you yourself wish for his proposal to be accepted?”

Roman narrowed his eyes and looked down at Rector.

“Of course I did. I thought it would be more entertaining. But I never expected you to accept that boy’s proposal so readily.”
“That Chungwoo technique… it intrigued me.”
“I’ve never seen anything like it either.”
“Infusing aura into sword resonance and friction sounds is a method no one has conceived of, let alone executed. What’s even more fascinating is…”

He turned his gaze back to the river, a smile playing at his lips.

“That boy created that technique himself.”
“What?”
“The technique carries Raon’s scent all over it. Someone may have assisted, but he definitely created it himself.”

Roman closed his eyes, recalling the resonance of Chungwoo.

“Do you know of the Twelve Continents?”
“Of course. Doesn’t the fifth young master belong to them?”
“Despite bearing the name Twelve Continents, they cannot reach the level of the Six Emperors and Oma leadership. They are monsters who have transcended even the framework of genius.”

He lifted his chin, a cold smile crossing his face.

“But that boy Raon is different. He is a monster that devours geniuses and grows. He possesses the potential to touch the absolute and the transcendent.”
“A monster. He certainly has that quality.”

Rector nodded slowly. From the moment he first saw him, the boy had never seemed like a child.

“His eyes didn’t hold the thought of fleeing this place. Instead, they were brimming with the resolve to truly break me three years from now. It made me laugh.”

Roman chuckled softly and grasped the handle of the axe he had driven into the ground before him.

“Three years from now. I couldn’t help but let him go, curious to see how that boy would transform and return.”
“But what if Lady Siran kills Raon before those three years are up?”
“Then he was merely worth that much, and there’s no need to concern myself. However, such a thing won’t happen. It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered someone with a more delicious scent than Rimer.”
“You still evaluate warriors by their scent, just as always.”

Rector shook his head vigorously.

“You’re the same.”

Roman turned his gaze slowly toward Rector.

“If you fought properly, you might satisfy me, wouldn’t you?”
“Ah, brother. That’s an overestimation. I’m not such talent.”

Rector waved both hands rapidly in emphatic denial and bowed his head.

“Hmph, there’s something about you that dampens my excitement.”
“Hehe.”
“I have a question for you too. Why did you show goodwill toward Raon? You didn’t need to tell him about that old man’s affairs.”
“I’m similar to you, brother.”

He smiled faintly.

“From the moment I first saw him, I thought he was an interesting fellow, so I wanted to see how he would grow.”
“Is that really all?”
“I suppose so?”
“I really can’t figure out what you’re thinking.”
“I just live with an empty mind.”

Rector laughed heartily as if he truly had no thoughts at all.

“That’s unfortunate. I really wanted to visit that mage’s dungeon….”
“Roengrin’s Dungeon?”
“Yes. That mage was deeply interested in alchemy and transmutation, so I’m certain it’s filled with elixirs and treasures….”
“You’d do better to focus on how you’re going to explain all this when you return, rather than worry about such things.”
“Huh? I have to tell them?”
“Or would you prefer I do it?”
“Ugh….”

Rector let out a small whimper under Roman’s cold gaze.

“S-Siran is going to kill me!”

He clutched his head and cried out in despair.

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I applied medicine to the wounds from my battle with Tiller, then suppressed my internal injuries by channeling the Ring of Fire and my aura before opening my eyes.

-Ugh….

Wrath was still whimpering on the ground. Even in his rage, he had kept his old promise and refrained from attacking while I was channeling my aura. Seeing him honor his word, it seemed the king was indeed a king.

‘Stop making that pitiful face.’
-Be quiet.
‘When we get back, I’ll ask Yua to get you pineapple pizza….’
-….

He said nothing. But he stopped whimpering and lay prone, his eyes peeking open slightly.

‘Then pineapple pizza with pineapple cookies on top… wait?’

I stopped speaking and turned around. I could hear the sounds of the Gwangpung Order from outside.

“What’s going on?”
-Wait, you’re leaving in the middle of talking! If you start speaking, you should finish….
“Hold on.”

I pushed away Wrath, who clung to me, and stepped outside. Burren and the other Gwangpung Order swordsmen were gathered in front of Rimer’s dormitory.

“What’s the matter?”
“We thought his cultivation might be finished, so we came to ask about the next schedule, but he hasn’t answered.”

Burren tilted his head in confusion.

I furrowed my brow. The stronger a master, the less time cultivation takes. Since Rimer had no serious injuries, he should have kicked down the door long ago and been lounging in the sunlight.

“I’ll open it.”

I dismissed the Gwangpung Order members and carefully opened the door. Rimer lay sprawled on the floor with his eyes closed.

“Ah, is he asleep?”
“He must be exhausted.”
“I was worried for nothing.”

The swordsmen chuckled weakly at the sight of Rimer lying there. They seemed relieved because it matched his usual posture on the Training Ground platform.

But now he was different from before.

“No.”

I bit my lip and rushed toward Rimer.

‘He’s completely unconscious.’

He wasn’t asleep—he had lost consciousness entirely.

Whoooosh!

I grasped Rimer’s shoulder and channeled my mana through him to assess his condition.

‘This is a mana circuit?’

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Rimer’s mana circuits were constricted far more severely than my own had been when cursed by that bitter cold.

Where my mana circuits had been blocked by freezing energy, causing the pathways to narrow, Rimer’s circuits were constricted as if the channels themselves had been compressed inward.

I manipulated my aura with meticulous precision—threading it through the needle’s eye—to traverse the narrowed mana circuits and examine Rimer’s dantian.

‘What kind of dantian is this…’

Rimer’s dantian was fractured as if it would shatter at the slightest touch, and the dantian walls themselves were thin as paper.
It was so unstable that one careless manipulation would rupture it entirely.

‘So that’s why…’

Because the lower dantian couldn’t support him stably, the mana circuits bore the burden and constricted like grains of sand. And having used his brain technique on top of everything else, his physical condition must have deteriorated catastrophically.

To fight on equal footing with the Tyrant Roman in such a state—if his dantian had been intact, I couldn’t even imagine how formidable he would have been.

‘The pain he must have endured was unbearable.’

I clenched my teeth. I knew all too well what pain from damaged mana circuits felt like, thanks to the bitter cold curse. The image of Rimer’s face, smiling as if nothing were wrong while suffering such excruciating agony, twisted something inside me.

Whoooosh!

I alternated between Manwhagong and Glacial to try to unwind the twisted mana circuits, but the weakened dantian made it nearly impossible.

‘This is pointless.’

This wasn’t severe internal damage from the battle itself—it was the result of pushing an already compromised body to its limits. Aura alone couldn’t fix this.
He would wake in time, but ultimately, he was on borrowed time. Rimer would continue to lose strength and slowly march toward death.

To restore this fool, I needed an elixir. Specifically, a special elixir capable of either loosening the hardened mana circuits or fortifying the dantian itself.

“Hah….”

I withdrew my aura from Rimer and pulled my hand away.

“Hey, what happened!”
“This guy’s okay, right? Tell me he’s okay!”
“Raon….”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan rushed toward me simultaneously, their faces etched with worry.

“This isn’t good.”
“What?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did he get injured that severely?”
“He wasn’t injured this time. It’s been like this for a while already….”

I quickly explained Rimer’s condition to them.

“Ah!”
“So that’s….”
“That fool….”

The swordsmen bit their lips until they bled, realizing that Rimer had pushed himself despite being in poor condition.

Clap!

I clapped my hands. The sound resonated similarly to when Rimer usually drew attention.

“I’m assigning you a mission.”
“A, a mission?”
“Yes. Burren, you go back to the estate with Unit 3 and bring back a restorative elixir suited to the commander’s condition. If they refuse to give it to you….”

I gestured and called Dorian over.

“Ah, yes!”
“Take that out.”
“Ah, you mean that.”

Without any explicit instruction, Dorian retrieved a golden token from the ship’s pouch.

“A, a golden token?”
“You entrusted something this precious to Dorian?”
“It’s important, so I kept it in my wallet.”
“A, a wallet….”

I handed the golden token to Burren, whose mouth hung open in astonishment.

“I’ll give it to you even without this, but take it just in case.”

The gold token was originally something I’d been collecting to make Sylvia a member of the Main Lineage, but now wasn’t the time to worry about such things.

‘It’s likely the family doesn’t have one either, but it’s better to take it than not.’

Glen and Rimer were close. If Zigheart had possessed a spiritual elixir capable of restoring the dantian, I would have given it to Rimer long ago. I’d sent Burren, but it was best not to hold great expectations.

“Ah, understood.”

Burren grasped the gold token with trembling hands.

“Martha. You go with Unit 1 to the Major City nearby and search through the Auction House. Find every mana circuit and spiritual elixir that can restore the dantian.”

This time, I pulled out a cloth bundle containing a thousand gold coins from Dorian’s pocket and handed it over.

“You can do this, right?”
“…Of course.”

Martha, unlike her usual self, pressed her lips firmly together and nodded.

“Lunan. You’re the most important. Protect the Lord and the Village with Unit 2.”
“Got it!”

Lunan nodded with both fists clenched.

“Weren’t you supposed to be protecting the Lord?”

Burren’s eyes widened in surprise, apparently having assumed I would stay here.

“I have somewhere to go.”
“Somewhere to go? Where are you—”
“Roengrin’s Dungeon.”

I exhaled softly and rose to my feet.

If it was the dungeon of that sorcerer who had mastered both alchemy and elixir refinement, there was a possibility it contained a spiritual elixir capable of improving Rimer’s condition.

“A dungeon? Really?”
“The place Rector mentioned?”
“Yes.”

I nodded.

“It’s dangerous! A sorcerer’s dungeon is filled with traps, barriers, and monsters!”
“That’s right. And the people who’ve gone in there won’t be ordinary either!”

Burren Zigheart and Martha pressed their faces forward simultaneously.

“It’s fine.”

I smiled faintly, recalling my days as an assassin.

‘I can detect all of them—traps, barriers, everything.’

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