The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 292

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Chapter 292

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

A sound like pages tearing apart filled the air as a diamond-shaped rift of azure light split open to the heavens. From within the dimension that churned like a turbulent sea, Wrath emerged into view.

Roooaaarrr!

True to his epithet as the Lord of Wrath, Wrath radiated an overwhelming aura unlike his usual demeanor, his cold eyes surveying this world from above.

“Hmm….”

I furrowed my brow as I watched Wrath cross through the dimensional rift.

‘Why is he still the same? No, that’s not the real issue….’

Why is he so massive?

Wrath’s form was still the blue cotton candy it always was, but he had grown. No—he had grown considerably. He was roughly a hundred times larger than when he emerged from the Frost Flower Bracelet.

“Ugh!”

The moment he broke free from the dimension, he lost control of his body and plummeted to the ground with an ungainly shriek.

Boom!

His increased size had brought proportional weight—the entire space trembled from the impact of Wrath’s fall.

“Ugh….”

Wrath lifted his head slightly, his eyes narrowed in pain.

“You sluggish fool! Still not finished? What in the world are you doing!”

For the first time since we met, I heard Wrath’s voice clearly. Not in my mind, but with my own ears.

“Where is the lizard? I’ve been wanting to devour it whole for quite some time.”

Did you actually eat it?

I let out a hollow laugh at the absurdity of it all. I thought I’d won against the dragon, but it seemed like he’d genuinely devoured it. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn’t understand why this wasn’t considered gluttony.

“Stop gawking and open your mouth. Where is the lizard? It has been far too long since I’ve had a proper meal.”
“Underneath you.”

Raon shook his head and pointed at the ground.

“What?”
“It’s crushed under you.”

Rocta had no idea the blue cotton candy would fall the moment it materialized, and now he was flattened beneath Wrath’s belly like a pancake.

Faint energy emanated from him, so at least he seemed to be alive. It would have been a pathetic end to be crushed to death under the cotton candy’s weight, so I was grateful it hadn’t come to that.

“Hmm?”

Wrath lowered his gaze and smacked his lips.

“Dragon waffle?”

No matter how I thought about it, Wrath was insane.

“Sigh…”

Raon sighed and lifted Wrath up.

“Why do you still look like that?”
“Like what?”
“This is a place where souls find their true forms, yet you keep appearing as cotton candy.”
“Cotton candy? What is cotton candy?”

Wrath didn’t answer the question and instead asked what cotton candy was.

“It’s a candy made by heating coarse sugar and spinning it into thin threads, then bundling it together. Your current form looks exactly like it.”
“Is it delicious?”
“….”

I had anticipated that response, so I wasn’t caught off guard.

“It just tastes like sugar.”
“I must try it myself sometime.”

Wrath smacked his lips once more.

“Enough of that. Where did that supposedly handsome and beautiful appearance go? Why are you stuck looking like cotton candy?”

This place had revealed even the form of my past life as an assassin. I wondered why only Wrath continued to maintain that appearance.

“Isn’t that only natural?”

Wrath furrowed his brow as if to say I should ask what I wanted to ask.

“This world opened because the walls of your spirit and the lizard’s clashed. If the True Demon King’s true form appeared, that would be far stranger.”
“Your wrath dwells within my soul.”
“Thanks to that wrath, hasn’t the True Demon King’s physique become so magnificent?”

The creature laughed, gazing at his plump arms as if pleased with his enlarged body.

“Hah….”

I exhaled sharply while looking at Wrath. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t comprehend what went on inside that cotton candy creature’s head.

“You really are….”

I was about to speak to Wrath again.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled violently, and Wrath was sent flying high into the air.

“Roooaaarrr!”

Rocta, who had been pinned beneath, unleashed a terrible roar, releasing a torrent of frigid energy and despair.

“Cowardly ambush!”

Rocta glared at Wrath as he soared through the air, grinding his teeth.

“I’ll shred that pathetic flesh to pieces!”

His eyes blazed with madness—perhaps shocked that Wrath had pinned him down.

“Not even a proper lizard. A half-breed daring to show such insolence.”

Wrath hovered in the air, glaring down at Rocta.

“What are you doing? As this True Demon King’s servant, shouldn’t you be handling him swiftly?”
“How about we make a wager?”

I smiled, pointing at Rocta.

“A wager? What wager do you speak of?”
“Let’s bet on who subdues him first.”
“Insolent wretch! You think you can defeat this True Demon King?”
“I’ve been doing it my whole life.”
“Ugh….”

Wrath trembled, his lips quivering, unable to refute words that pierced his chest.

“Fine! I accept your wager!”
“I need to question him, so you can’t kill him. Whoever subdues him first wins.”
“Understood!”

The moment those words left my lips, a message appeared before my eyes—one I hadn’t seen in ages.

[Wrath proposes a wager.]
Condition: Subdue the Dragonian first.
Success: All stats +10, two traits rank up.
Failure: Generate 25 Wrath emotion points.

I nodded after confirming the message.

“I accept.”

The moment I spoke, the message vanished.

“A wager? How dare you disrespect me!”

Rocta glared at Raon and Wrath, grinding his teeth so hard they threatened to shatter.

“In this place, I bow to no one!”

The blade he drew blazed with light so brilliant it seared the eyes.

“You step back!”
“You step back.”

Yet Raon and Wrath simply waved their hands dismissively at Rocta, the one directly involved, and exchanged glances.

“Appearances deceive—he’s far stronger than you. Are you truly confident?”

Wrath let out a scoff. Perhaps because he resembled a massive cotton candy, it didn’t irritate me much.

“You taught me this.”
“I did? What exactly?”
“That in battles like these, mental fortitude and imagination are paramount.”

This realm was a manifestation of the body I’d wrestled against Wrath within. If I fortified my spirit and soul, I would yield to no one.

“Here, I shall not lose to anyone.”

I smiled with blazing intensity, raising the Heaven-Severing Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Hmph. You shall have no opportunity!”

Wrath casually swept his hand. With that single motion, the very earth beneath Rocta’s feet began to freeze solid.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Frost that froze even Draconians with their extreme cold resistance—an absurd display of power.

“This… this chill!”

Rocta’s jaw dropped at the sight of Wrath’s cold. Recognizing it as Roengrin’s frost, he trembled in terror.

Whoooosh!

Just as Wrath’s glacial chill from Glacial was about to freeze Rocta solid, a tremendous inferno erupted and swept the frost away.

“Tch!”
“Not happening.”

Raon extended the Celestial Sword forward with a smile playing at his lips.

“You dare interfere!”
“No one said you couldn’t be interrupted.”
“It won’t matter!”

As Wrath’s eyes flashed an icy blue, thousands—no, tens of thousands of ice blades materialized in the void.

Crash!

The blades descended in an instant, targeting both Raon and Rocta simultaneously.

Raon thrust the Celestial Sword forward. Thousands of crimson flower buds bloomed in the wake of the blade, unfurling into full blossom.

A garden of flame filled the heavens, melting every last one of Wrath’s ice blades.

‘It works, just as I thought.’

In a real battle against Wrath, it would all be over in a single strike. But here, I could hold him back.

‘Nothing’s changed.’

Combat in this place was the same as clashing souls with Wrath. If I summoned the Ring of Fire and elevated my soul’s rank, trampling that Demon King would be child’s play.

I watched Wrath’s furrowed brow and curved my lips into a thin smile.

‘A Dragonian and a Demon King.’

I’d be getting quite the nourishment.

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White Blood Cult Master’s Audience Chamber.

A sound like a woman’s moan echoed through the vast chamber, where white and crimson harmonized in elegant balance.

Ahhhhh.

The sound emanated from empty air. A ring and a glass vial containing Continent-following incense floated suspended, ensnared in pristine white energy.

“….”

Dorian stood motionless beside the right pillar, watching the glass vial and ring rotate slowly.

Thump!

The endlessly spinning ring and vial came to an abrupt halt, and the white energy enveloping them traced an eerie pattern across the void.

“Hmm.”

The crimson feet upon the platform trembled as the White Blood Cult Master exhaled heavily.

“That took quite some time.”

Her sultry gaze swept past the ring and vial, tracing the luminous white pattern that had materialized.

“Indeed.”

The White Blood Cult Master lifted her long legs, resting her chin upon her knee as a faint smile played across her lips.

“It seems he’s been drawn to an interesting place.”

As she flicked her fingers, the ring and vial descended slowly, settling into Dorian’s waiting hands.

Tap.

Soft footsteps sounded from beyond the Audience Chamber, and the 10th Apostle entered through the door.

“Have you finished?”
“I’ve located the approximate position.”

The White Blood Cult Master nodded slowly while regarding the 10th Apostle.

“Even with the Maya White Autumn Technique, you couldn’t pinpoint the exact location?”
“They’ve erected quite a thick barrier.”

As she twirled her finger, a map of the Continent materialized in the air. One section of the map flashed white—the location where the commercial city of Camelrun stood.

“Camelrun?”

The 10th Apostle’s eyes widened upon seeing the shimmering light at Camelrun.

“Could Eden truly be in Camelrun?”
“Near Camelrun, more likely.”

The White Blood Cult Master shook her head while stroking her neck.

“But Camelrun is a city connected to three of the Six Emperors….”
“Which makes it all the easier to hide there.”
“Ah!”

The 10th Apostle nodded slightly, understanding the reasoning.

“Because they keep each other in check.”
“Exactly. Though bound by the name Six Emperors, they’re constantly watching one another.”

The White Blood Cult Master smiled faintly.

“Still, such audacity doesn’t come easily. Sharp intellect and nerves of steel. This bears his touch.”

She rose slowly with a languid gesture.

“Will you go yourself?”
“You alone would prove insufficient.”

Though the White Blood Cult Master dismissed him, the 10th Apostle showed no reaction. To him, the Cult Leader was divine. If the divine had spoken, there was purpose behind it.

“I shall prepare at once.”

The 10th Apostle bowed and left the chamber.

“I wish he were more refined….”

The White Blood Cult Master gazed at Dorian, who stood holding the ring and glass vial, her lips curving into a seductive smile.

“Come along with us as well.”

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Rocta’s jaw trembled as he lifted his head.

Roooaaarrr!

A young human and a cloud-like monster clashed in a terrifying battle, scattering flames and ice.

‘Fire, definitely. That frigid aura of his!’

The power emanating from that cloud-like monster was unmistakably the same chill that Roengrin had once wielded to freeze time itself.

‘However….’

The cold far more vicious than when Roengrin had wielded it melted helplessly beneath the young human’s flames.

‘That young brat is the true monster.’

Rocta swallowed hard as he watched Raon. He could not fathom how such a youth—barely past twenty—possessed such magnificent spiritual power and such an exalted soul.

‘No. What matters now is something else.’

This was an opportunity. A chance to kill them both at once.

If he ambushed them while the human and monster were locked in combat, he could settle both his vengeance against Roengrin and claim his body in a single stroke.

Ever since I awakened anew, I have honed my spirit relentlessly—to exact vengeance upon Roengrin and to protect the princess. Now was the moment to demonstrate the fruits of that endless cultivation.

‘I will make you regret dismissing me. No—you won’t even have the chance to regret!’

You will all perish here and now!

Rocta unleashed his true soul. His body shimmered with an ethereal blue radiance as he transformed into the form of an azure dragon.

Roooaaarrr!

From a height where humans appeared smaller than insects, he drew forth the grandeur of his soul and the weight of despair.

A breath of glacial cold. The ultimate attack bestowed by his father—he detonated every ounce of spiritual power he had accumulated until this moment.

Kaaaaaaahhhhh!

From Rocta’s gaping maw poured forth an extreme torrent of frigid breath that cascaded down upon Raon and Wrath.

The two, who had been exchanging flames and frost with one another, ceased their movements and turned to glance sideways, their expressions darkening.

“How bothersome.”
“Vermin dares interfere!”

Rage ignited in the eyes of Raon and Wrath, their duel interrupted.

“I told you third parties to stay out of this!”

From the fists of both erupted radiant energies of different natures, instantly tearing asunder the glacial breath that Rocta had unleashed.

Crack!

Tremendous heat and cold twisted together in a diagonal trajectory, striking Rocta’s chest with brutal force.

Screeeech!

Despite his colossal frame, Rocta was sent flying like a sheet of paper, crashing violently into the ground.

“Ughhhh!”

He closed his eyes, watching Raon and Wrath—who weren’t even looking his way—as his consciousness grew hazy.

“These insane bastards….”

It was my fight….

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Raon smiled, pointing at the unconscious Rocta with his tongue sticking out.

“You saw him collapse, right? I won the bet.”
“What nonsense are you spouting! My True Demon King’s frigid aura shattered that fool’s mind first!”
“My flames came first.”
“Nonsense! My True Demon King’s chill was a hand’s breadth faster! Your flames came much later!”
“It was me.”
“No, it wasn’t!”

Wrath shook his head fiercely, adamant in his denial. Seeing him like that in his cotton candy form made me laugh.

“Tch, fine then. I’ll crush you as well and plant wrath into your very soul.”
“You sure about that?”

Raon tilted his head and smirked.

“This space favors me, doesn’t it?”
“Hmph! It matters not!”

Wrath snorted, his eyes blazing with an icy blue light.

“If I draw upon my true power, crushing you will be trivial!”
“Your true power?”

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he observed Wrath’s confident expression.

“Indeed. In this form, I cannot draw forth all my mental strength. Now I shall show you my true appearance—the form that moved all of the Demon Realm.”

Wrath spread his hand wide. The chill that had been dispersed like cotton candy began to condense toward the center, and his size started to shrink. It seemed as though he was reverting to his original form as the True Demon King.

Gugugugugu!

As his size diminished and his chill condensed, Wrath’s aura began to grow exponentially. A terrifying cold and waves of rage poured forth endlessly, so intense that my flesh trembled.

“But here’s the thing.”

I chuckled and approached Wrath.

“I don’t need to wait for your transformation, do I?”

With those words, I kicked Wrath’s curled body with all my strength while he was still mid-transformation.

Splooooort!

With a sound like a rubber ball bursting, Wrath’s body shot up to the edge of the sky.

“Gack! W-what are you doing!”

Wrath shrieked with wide eyes.

“You said I was returning to my original form—where’s the honor in striking me!”
“Here.”

I kicked the falling Wrath once more, sending him crashing into Rocta’s face.

“Ugh!”
“Ngh….”

Wrath and Rocta groaned simultaneously as they collided.

“This is fun.”

I spun around and rushed forward, striking Wrath with my fist. With a heavy thud, he skipped across the ground like a stone on water and crashed into the crumbled Castle Wall.

Crash!

From within the shattered wall, Wrath thrashed his arms wildly.

“Hey! Get your head in the game!”

Wrath’s eyes fluttered rapidly as he let out a curse.

“Even demons don’t strike during transformation! I’m giving you time to gather your strength!”
“I’m not a demon, though.”

Raon advanced with a step technique, his fist slamming into Wrath who was still mid-transformation.

“Guh… ugh…”

Taking punches from both sides, Wrath swayed left and right like a sandbag, unable to regain his senses.

“You… you demon. No, worse than a demon…”

Wrath’s aura of cold and fury dimmed as he slowly lost consciousness.

Thud thud thud!

Rocta trembled as he watched Raon smile while Wrath was being pummeled relentlessly.

‘This human… he’s the real deal.’

A genuine madman!

Despite living countless ages alongside Merlin and witnessing countless humans, he had never encountered one like this.
An unwavering mental fortitude that couldn’t be shaken by anything, combined with such cruelty—a monster that inspired spine-chilling terror.

‘Your Highness…’

Why did you have to send such a monster?

Rocta never even considered resisting Raon; instead, he found himself resenting Merlin. No matter what he did, he couldn’t imagine defeating this monster.

“Damn it…”

The moment he surrendered in his heart and placed his hand on the ground, a message appeared before Raon’s eyes.

[You have won the wager against Wrath.]

I stopped my fist as I read that message.

“Huh?”
“Cough!”

Wrath, who had been on the verge of losing consciousness, coughed up blood upon seeing that message.

“This, this is a cheat! I absolutely won’t accept it! You hit me while I was transforming!”

The moment I stopped my fist, Wrath twisted his entire body and unleashed the concentrated frigid energy he had been gathering in one explosive burst.

Roooaaarrr!

Azure cold surged to the heavens, erupting in a magnificent display of light.

“Finally.”

My soul trembled at the voice brimming with intense fury and frigid power.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Within the storm of icy cold, an elongated silhouette emerged.

Roooaahhh!

The moment I witnessed the piercing cyan gaze radiating from that being, a chill ran down my spine.

“Wrath…?”

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