The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 261

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Chapter 261

‘A new ability!’
-Damn it!

I gasped in wonder while Wrath let out a cry of anguish, both of us staring at the Soul Reaper Sword as it burst with sword energy.

[The Soul Reaper Sword has acquired the trait 【Magical Vein Severance (1-Star)】.]

With that message, a single black line was etched across the blade of the Soul Reaper Sword. The dark line drawn upon the crimson blade was both eerie and magnificent.

-What, what is this? Surely not….

Wrath bit his lip hard, as if denying the possibility.

‘I need to check this first.’

I accessed my status window to examine the trait 【Magical Vein Severance】 that had been inscribed upon the Soul Reaper Sword.

【Magical Vein Severance (1-Star)】
Injects demonic energy into the flow of mana that generates magic, suppressing the activation of the spell.

From just reading that single line of description, I could grasp the effect of Magical Vein Severance.

Magic disruption.

It was an insane trait that pushed demonic energy into the magic cast by mages, blocking the spell itself entirely.

And this was….

‘An upgraded version of the dark blade ability the 4th Apostle wielded.’

The 4th Apostle’s dark blade’s magic repulsion field disrupted magic that was already activated, whereas the Soul Reaper Sword’s Magical Vein Severance prevented the spell from being cast in the first place.

‘Heh….’

I had thought it would be fortunate enough to acquire just the dark blade’s ability, yet I never imagined I would obtain an upgraded version of it. The absurdity of it made me laugh despite myself.

‘It’s pure fraud.’

Unlike swordsmen, mages don’t rely on intuition or reflexes—they fight through precise calculations and predictions.
If I could erase magic even once by targeting a magical vital point, it would create a significant opening even against high-ranking mages.

Since the Six Emperors Five Demons had many mages, I’d likely face them frequently in the future. Having acquired an ability that would prove invaluable in combat against mages, I naturally smiled.

‘And it’s a growth-type ability.’

Seeing the 【1-Star】 designation beneath the name “Magical Vital Point,” it appeared to be a growth-type ability like my other traits.

‘This ability grows through blood essence, doesn’t it?’

Whoooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword rang out with a clear, affirmative chime.

‘Remarkable.’

A demonic blade that grew stronger by absorbing blood essence—it was a nightmare for the White Blood Cult. Of course, given the atrocities they’d committed, they had no right to complain.

-Grrrr….

Wrath gnashed his teeth in frustration, glaring at the Soul Reaper Sword.

-How dare a mere insect mock the True Demon King! This is unforgivable!

He spouted dialogue worthy of a third-rate villain while unleashing a torrent of frigid energy at the Soul Reaper Sword.

Whoooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword demonstrated its growth by manifesting a barrier of demonic energy, blocking Wrath’s chill.

I watched Wrath and the Soul Reaper Sword clash with demonic energy and frost, then turned my attention to the message that had appeared before the Magical Vital Point ability.

‘All my stats increased by 10 at once….’

Despite my considerable growth, seeing all my stats rise by 10 simultaneously suggested that an Apostle’s blood essence was on an entirely different level from that of ordinary White Blood Cult members.

‘My traits have also risen by two levels.’

Demonic Energy Adaptation had likely increased thanks to the Soul Reaper Sword, which had grown by absorbing vast quantities of blood essence, and Assassination had risen because I’d rendered the 4th Apostle combat-ineffective through that very technique.

‘Truly efficient.’

The system elevated my stats and traits based on the achievements I accomplished—a mechanism I had to acknowledge, regardless of my other reservations. At least Wrath’s system design was undeniably effective.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

After reviewing the messages, I turned around. The azure chill and yellow demonic energy were still locked in fierce combat.

-This… this wretched thing!

Wrath’s brow furrowed in frustration—he couldn’t suppress the Soul Reaper Sword as effortlessly as before.

Whoosh! Whoooosh! Whooooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword, as if mocking Wrath, infused its blade song with a rhythmic, almost playful resonance.

-Grrrrgh! You insignificant pest!

Wrath’s eyes blazed crimson with fury.

-I merely indulged you! Now I shall teach you proper discipline!

He unleashed the wrath and frigid power he’d been accumulating, pressing down upon the Soul Reaper Sword with overwhelming force.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Even with its newfound strength, the Soul Reaper Sword couldn’t withstand Wrath’s fury—the golden demonic energy barrier shattered in an instant.

-Even if you kneel and beg, it will avail you not—
‘Both of you, stop.’

I activated Manwha-gong and Glacia, creating a barrier between Wrath and the Soul Reaper Sword.

-Don’t stop me! Didn’t that wretched creature mock the True Demon King first?
‘You started by making fun of me first.’
-When did I ever!
‘You said my limits were clear so I could never grow stronger, that I’d definitely need your help, and that you’d claim my body as your own.’
-Ugh….

Only now did Wrath remember his own words, his mouth falling open in shock.

“The Soul Reaper Sword considers me its master. That’s why it got angry at what you said.”
Whirrrrng!

The Soul Reaper Sword rang out in agreement, its blade humming softly.

-Just over that? A master is the same as a sword, you pathetic little anchovy!
“You’re the anchovy.”

I couldn’t fathom what this petty Demon King was going on about—his heart was narrower than a grain of millet.

Whirrrrrrng!

The Soul Reaper Sword cried out once more toward Wrath.

-What? An apology? An apolooooogy? I, the absolute ruler of the Demon Realm and the Lord of Wrath, am to apologize to a mere human?

Wrath’s round fingers trembled as he bared his teeth.

-If this were the Demon Realm, a creature like you wouldn’t even dare look upon me! How dare you even—
Whirrrrrrng!
-So, you’re telling me to go to the Demon Realm? How dare you!

Unable to settle their dispute through strength, the two had resorted to bickering. It was so childish I couldn’t bear to watch.

“Sigh.”

I exhaled deeply and summoned my status window for the first time in a while.

Status Window
Name: Raon Zigheart
Title: 【Youngest Swordmaster】
Status: None
Traits: 【Wrath】, 【Sloth】, Ring of Fire (6-star), Water Resistance (5-star), Seolhwa’s Senses (4-star), Comic Art (4-star), Glacial (4-star), Fire Resistance (4-star), Bleeding Curse (1-star), Ambush (4-star), Indomitable Will (3-star), Demonic Adaptation (4-star), Focus (4-star), Poison Resistance (1-star), Wrath’s Evil Eye (1-star), Spiral Force (1-star), Water Affinity (1-star)

Strength: 225
Agility: 220
Stamina: 223
Aura: 225
Perception: 246
Wrath: 45

A hollow laugh escaped me the moment I saw it.

The traits were too numerous to take in at a glance, and every stat exceeded 200. This was precisely why I could perfectly read through Tiller’s assault and effortlessly crush the 4th Apostle even when caught off-guard.

-Just you wait! Before long, I’ll show you your master licking the feet of the True Demon King and begging for mercy!
Whoooosh!
-Y-you can’t eat the food? Hmph! The True Demon King cares not for such trivial cuisine! Well, if you won’t eat it, so be it… you despicable wretch!

I smiled faintly as I watched Wrath still bickering with the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘A limit to growing stronger?’

Thanks to you, that will never happen.

Looking at the status window, I felt certain. An inexhaustible wellspring of power. No—because Wrath existed, my limits were different from everyone else’s. I could grow without end.

“I want to head back and train with everyone soon.”

I let slip words that would make the other members of the Gwangpung Unit faint, curling my lips into a smile.

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Whoosh!

The innermost dormitory door burst open roughly, and Rimer emerged after a week of seclusion. His green eyes, once dulled by exhaustion and pain, had regained their characteristic laziness.

“Ugh, I’m absolutely spent.”

Rimer rubbed his shoulders and shook his head wearily.

“Are you… alright?”

Dorian, who had been organizing items from his supply pouch in front of the dormitory, rushed over.

“Do I look alright to you? I nearly kicked the bucket in there.”

Rimer shook his head and gestured to Dorian.

“You’ve got beer, right? Grab me a cold one—”
“Absolutely not.”

I stopped Dorian and shook my head firmly.

“After a week in there, you should be having soup, not beer.”
“But my throat is parched—”
“Then have water. Dorian.”
“Yes, sir!”

As I extended my hand, Dorian retrieved a silver flask from his supply pouch.

“Commander…”
“Looks like you’re recovering well. Asking for beer the moment you step out.”

Burren shook his head in dismay, while Martha let out a scoff.

“Mm…”

Lunan dozed off in the dormitory courtyard, unbothered by the commotion.

“Sigh, patients are truly pitiful creatures.”

Rimer sighed and accepted the water pouch, drinking its contents slowly.

“I’ll tell them to prepare a meal. Please wait inside. I need to step out for a moment.”
“Hm? Where are you going?”
“To visit a friend.”
“A friend? Ah.”

He nodded, as if he understood who it was.

“Have a good trip. I’m craving something rich, so grilled meat would be—”
“Yes. Soup.”
“Blast it!”

Raon ignored Rimer’s complaint and entered the Dining Hall. After insisting they serve only soup, he headed toward the Gazel River.

The river water had grown so clear that the pebbles on the riverbed were visible. Seeing it again, I felt the reality of having saved this place, and a smile spread across my face unbidden.

While watching small fish move along the bottom of the Gazel River, a gentle green ripple approached from afar. Bubbles began to foam on the right side, and Garam’s face peeked up above the surface.

“R-Raon.”

Garam emerged onto the shore, his round eyes shining with joy.

“Have you been well?”

I smiled and gestured to him.

“Mm-hmm.”

Garam nodded and sat on a nearby rock.

“Have you found a place for your tribe to live?”
“Y-yes, there’s a decent spot upstream.”
“An escape route too?”
“Yes. All four directions are open, so we can flee in any direction.”
“You found a good place.”

I had given him advice about the terrain of the settlement in case someone like Tiller appeared again, and it seemed he had found it well.

“Ah, should I tell you?”
“My residence?”
“Yeah.”
“What if I do something strange?”
“You won’t.”
“Why?”
“B-because we’re friends.”

Garam said the word “friends” and then glanced around nervously, as if embarrassed.

“Is that so.”

I chuckled softly.

“It’s good to know anyway. We might need to contact each other someday.”
“Y-yeah. The, the Cheongru Clan Chief said it was fine to tell you too.”
“Really?”

I recalled the Cheongru Clan Chief, whose frame was three times larger than Garam’s, chanting some peculiar incantation.

“Yeah. He said I absolutely must repay the debt. I think so too….”
“That’s not necessary.”

I shook my head while looking at Garam.

“Why? In the human realm, people say debts must always be repaid, don’t they?”
“Because we’re friends.”
“Ah….”
“Friends don’t worry about such things.”

Honestly, I’m not entirely sure myself.

In my past life, I had no friends at all, and the Gwangpung Unit are more like comrades and family than friends, so I don’t truly know what friendship is.

I once heard that friends are those who don’t expect or desire anything from each other, and seeing that I felt such a sentiment toward Garam, it seemed I had truly become friends with this fellow.

-Hmph. A bloodsucker like a mosquito and a flea, draining others’ blood and money!

Wrath emerged from the ice flower bracelet and frowned.

‘When did I ever?’
-True Demon King! You’re absorbing all of the True Demon King’s abilities and characteristics!
‘Ah, that’s true.’

I chuckled softly. Unlike others, Wrath had every right to say such things.

“Yeah! I understand.”

Garam nodded with a bright smile.

“B-but whenever you need help, I’ll be there for you, Raon.”
“I know.”

The two of us smiled and watched the flowing river.

“You’re leaving?”

Garam spoke first, having noticed a single leaf drifting down the river.

“Yes.”
“S-so we won’t see each other anymore?”

Garam’s shoulders drooped like a water-soaked towel.

“No.”

I shook my head.

“I told you before. I’ll protect this river under my name. I have to come back to guard the village and the river. And to see my friend.”
“Y-yes….”

Garam clasped both hands together and bowed his head deeply.

“Is there anything you want to do, Raon?”
“Something I want to do….”

I exhaled softly and gazed at the river.

“There are a few things, but they’re quite difficult. I’m not sure if I can accomplish them.”

My top priority is restoring Sylvia’s position, and the second is uncovering Derus Robert’s true nature and cutting off his breath. The first is already difficult, but the second is nearly impossible—I have no idea how it will unfold.

“I’ll become stronger and become the clan chief.”
“Clan chief?”

At Garam’s sudden declaration, I looked at him. As he slowly lifted his head, a different kind of resolve gleamed in those blue eyes—something I hadn’t seen before.

“I’ll become clan chief to atone for the wrongs I’ve done to my people, and to help you, Raon.”
“You’ll help me?”
“You said it was difficult, so I’ll grow stronger and definitely help you.”

Garam raised both fists as if asking me to believe in him.

“That’s not….”

I was about to say there was no need, but I closed my mouth instead.

‘A friend….’

A friend stands in an equal relationship, doesn’t he?

Fundamentally, friendship means standing at the same level. Just as I want to help Garam, he surely wants to help me too.
Rejecting that sentiment itself, regardless of whether it actually helps, would not be something a friend should do.

“Alright.”

I smiled and nodded.

“I’ll be waiting.”
“Yeah!”

Garam answered with more vigor than ever and laughed.

-Sniff….

Wrath sniffled while looking at Garam.

-How admirable. That young one….

I bit my lip, impressed that he had made such a decision. It was truly remarkable how emotionally sensitive a Demon King could be.

-Take good care of him. He’s a fine fellow, is he not?
‘I will.’
-Krgh, I would have made him my servant for merely providing food….

So all it took to become a servant was food?

Come to think of it, I had given Dorian candy, Lunan ice cream, Martha beef, and Yua pineapple.

‘Sigh….’

I was at a loss for words. No matter how I thought about it, Wrath was a Demon King of gluttony. No—a Demon King of voracious appetite.

-Why?
‘Nothing.’

If I called him a Demon King of voracious appetite, he would surely have another fit, so I waved my hand dismissively.

“Garam. I visited the Magician’s Dungeon this time. There….”

I told Garam about my visit to Roengrin’s Dungeon. Since he was naturally curious, his eyes gleamed with light as he listened to the story.

As we talked about the dungeon and other things, the sun gradually began to set. It wasn’t particularly exciting, but simply conversing with each other about this and that brought peace to my heart. Though I had initially held Garam’s hand out of some sympathy, now it felt as though we had truly become friends.

Glub glub glub!

As I finished our conversation and gazed at the darkening river, bubbles rose from the center of the water.

“Oh.”

Garam rose to his feet upon seeing the bubbles.

“I, I should go now. I haven’t finished organizing everything yet.”

He glanced back reluctantly with each step he took toward the river.

“Let’s see each other again.”
“Yes!”

As I raised my hand, Garam nodded so vigorously that his chin nearly touched his waist.

“See you next time!”

He spun his arms like a windmill and vanished into the river as moonlight began to illuminate its surface.

-That he remains so bright after enduring such pain is truly remarkable. He would make an excellent servant for the True Demon King….

Wrath clicked his tongue with regret.

“Hmm….”

I made a mental note to ask Garam to catch me a fish or two the next time he visited. Given how gullible he was, he’d surely be of some use.

-Are we leaving now?

Wrath asked, gazing at the moon’s reflection in the river.

“Yes. The Unit Leader has awakened.”

Rimer had recovered sufficiently, and I’d already completed the handover with the Branch personnel. It was time to depart.

I turned around with a slight smile, my gaze drifting toward the distant Doran Village as my lips curved upward.

“I wonder if everyone’s ready to move?”

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