The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 293

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Chapter 293

Whoooosh!

The silver frost storm subsided, revealing Wrath’s true form.

I swallowed hard, my eyes narrowing as I took in the sight.

‘…Is this Wrath’s true appearance?’

The first thing that captured my attention was his eyes. Within those narrow yet profound eyes, crystalline sky-blue irises radiated a soft luminescence.

Next came the long hair cascading down to his waist. Its color shimmered like the deep azure of the Northern Sea, then shifted to the emerald hue of the southern seas.

His facial features were delicate yet sharply defined, drawing one’s gaze inward like a black hole.

‘So what he said back then wasn’t a lie.’

Whether he was truly the most beautiful in the Demon Realm, I couldn’t say, but on this Continent, few could rival such an appearance.

Even I, someone with no interest in aesthetics, found myself reaching not for words like “beautiful” or “handsome,” but rather “mysterious” and “ethereal.”

‘So this is the true form of that gluttonous cotton candy.’

I’d never seen someone whose appearance and personality clashed so drastically. It seemed I needed to reconsider my preconceptions about beauty entirely.

‘I wonder what Ensia would say upon seeing that fellow.’

More than anything else, I found myself curious about what Ensia would say when she saw Wrath.

Though there was a flaw, so to speak.

There were two regrettable aspects.

First, his attire seemed rather peculiar. Wrath wore a navy-blue garment that hung loosely with wrinkles, as though he were some angel from mythology itself.

Second, he lacked horns and wings. One would expect the True Demon King to possess black horns and wings, yet neither was visible—a disappointing absence.

“This form has been absent for quite some time.”

Wrath extended his long, pale fingers and offered a thin smile. He slowly raised his gaze toward me.

“You’ve caused me no end of trouble, you wretch.”

“Is that your true form?”

“Indeed. As the True Demon King has said, is it not the finest visage in the Demon Realm?”

“I wouldn’t know—I’ve never been to the Demon Realm.”

I tilted my head lightly in bemusement.

“Hmph. I suspected as much. Despite that face of yours, your eye for beauty is utterly abysmal.”

When Wrath furrowed his brow, a shock like being struck by a hammer swept across my entire body.

He hadn’t even attacked. Merely raising the momentum of his wrath made my heart feel as though it were sinking.

‘What is this….’

The aura exceeded imagination—for a moment, I even forgot that I needed to breathe. I exhaled roughly and grimaced.

“You should be sensing it, shouldn’t you? That the True Demon King’s power is different from before.”

“What exactly have you done?”

This Mental Realm was created where my soul and Rocta’s collided. It should be impossible for Wrath to manifest power beyond the wrath he currently possessed.

I couldn’t comprehend what method he’d used to exert such mental strength.

“You insects view soul and body as separate, yet ultimately the soul can only exist within the vessel of flesh.”

Wrath lifted his chin, his eyes gleaming with contempt.

“I have manifested my soul in a form befitting my original body, allowing me to exercise a portion of the True Demon King’s authority.”

He stepped closer. From beneath his feet, a tremendous chill and wrath emanated, causing my jaw to tremble.

“Though I paid a great price, it has proven worthwhile. If I seize your body as planned, I shall recover all my losses.”

Wrath smiled coldly and took a step forward. In that instant, an immeasurable wave of wrath and frigid power erupted.

Crack, crack, crack!

Before I could even register what was happening, colossal mountains of ice erupted on both sides and behind me.

“Hah…”

My lips trembled as my eyes darted frantically. A massive ridge of frost was touching my shoulder. If it had advanced even a finger’s width to the side, my arm would have been severed.

‘Erupted? Is that even the right word?’

Honestly, I hadn’t even properly seen the process of those ice mountains rising.

In other words, if Wrath had simply decided it, I would already be dead and gone.

“There is no need for concern.”

Wrath twirled his finger and curled his lips into a smile. It was his usual sneer, yet somehow it appeared elegant in this form.

“The True Demon King is merciful. I shall not end this before repaying all the suffering you have caused me.”

“That’s not mercy—that’s cruelty.”

“Perhaps it is.”

Before his laughter-laden voice could finish, a colossal wave of frost surged forth from beneath his feet.

“Ugh…”

I gritted my teeth as I raised the Manhwa Palace.

‘I can’t think this is the same as before.’

The wave was the same size as when Wrath had been cotton candy, but the power contained within it was on an entirely different scale. There was no way I could block it with the strength I’d used until now.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!

I raised the Manhwa Palace while simultaneously rotating seven rings of fire. One moment of carelessness could mean death. I had to pour everything into this.

Crack!

I clenched my molars. I poured every ounce of power I possessed into the blade of the Heavenly Sword, unleashing the Flame Dragon Technique.

Boom!

The breath of flames extending from the silver blade surged forward, colliding with the tidal wave of frost that Wrath had summoned.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!

The tidal wave of frost did not melt away easily as it had before. Instead, it pushed through the flames of the Manhwa Palace, which I had raised to its maximum capacity.

“Ugh…”

I couldn’t hold out like this.

At this point, I couldn’t switch to a different swordsmanship style or alter my footwork. I had to find a way to escape while maintaining the Flame Dragon Technique.

‘Focus. Find a way out somehow… wait?’

That’s right. Focus.

I nodded in acknowledgment. If I operated the Flame Dragon Technique normally, I couldn’t possibly endure. I needed to concentrate all my power in one place.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

I compressed the Flame Dragon Technique’s firepower down to the width of my shoulders. As the flames concentrated in a single point, they began to slowly push back Wrath’s frigid aura.

Whoooosh!

The waves of cold I couldn’t block with the Flame Dragon Technique crashed forward, carving out a blue hill in the landscape.

“Huff!”

I gasped for breath, my expression contorting. Had I failed to block those waves of cold, I would have become part of that hill myself. The thought alone was horrifying.

“I don’t understand. This is the Mental Realm—how did creating a physical body grant you such power?”

I frowned, watching Wrath smile.

“As I said, the body is the vessel and anchor of the soul. Without a proper body, even the True Demon King of Wrath himself would struggle to draw forth his true power. Even a demon king’s soul must take a form befitting its vessel to fully manifest its abilities.”

Wrath flicked his finger. It was a gesture I’d seen countless times before, but with his transformed power and appearance, it inspired only tension—not a hint of amusement.

“Fear not. The True Demon King has no intention of taking your life.”

“What?”

“Given the affection I have accumulated thus far, I shall confine you to a corner and repay all the humiliations you have inflicted upon me.”

He opened his palm again. The ground trembled as icy spikes erupted upward.

Whoooosh!

I brought the Manhwa Palace Revolving Heaven down in a sweeping arc. Even as the rapidly spinning blade of flame collided with the spikes, only a handful of them were severed.

‘I can’t cut through all of them.’

Dodging would be wiser.

I stepped back using the Taehwa Step. But the icy spikes erupted wherever my footsteps fell, targeting my very soul.

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue sharply and accelerated with the Taehwa Double Step, escaping the space where the spikes continued to burst forth.

“Slow.”

As Wrath spun his hand in a circle, icy spikes now fell from the empty air itself.

“Damn it!”

I stamped my foot and thrust the Celestial Sword into the air, drawing upon the Manhwa Palace’s power with all my strength to unleash the Heavenly Piercing Cannon.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The tremendous pulling force generated by the Heavenly Piercing Cannon gathered every fragment of frost that had been targeting my breath.

Boom!

The moment all the spikes converged in one place, I detonated the Heavenly Piercing Cannon, obliterating hundreds of them in a single blast.

“Huff….”

I clutched my heaving chest and bent my knees slightly. My head spun from expending so much mental energy at once.

“A splendid idea has occurred to me.”

“What now….”

“Once I seize your body, I shall consume mint chocolate ice cream for every meal, three times a day. The very thought fills me with joy!”

He smacked his lips as if delighted by the mere imagination.

“For a Demon King, that’s rather modest.”

“If I can inflict suffering upon you, modesty matters not!”

Wrath snickered and flicked his fingers. Azure clouds bloomed across the sky, and from within them, countless raindrops cascaded down in torrents.

I narrowed my eyes.

Raon’s hands trembled. Each raindrop carried the formidable power of frost capable of piercing through the very soul.

Blocking it all was impossible.

Yet dodging everything was equally absurd—the clouds blanketed this entire space.

Still, I couldn’t simply stand idle.

I refused to become a frozen popsicle. Gritting my teeth, I activated Harmony Step.

Boom!

The barrage of frost that Wrath unleashed fell precisely where I moved, as if anticipating my footwork.

“What a sight—fleeing like a drenched rat!”

Wrath clutched his belly, cackling with laughter. It was a frivolous sound that clashed with his refined appearance, yet somehow suited him perfectly.

“Want to know something amusing?”

“Something amusing?”

“This realm can serve as a clue to the Sword Realm Incarnation you so desperately desire.”

“What the….”

My concentration, which had been rising sharply at the sudden mention of Sword Realm Incarnation, shattered.

“The technique you call Sword Realm Incarnation is a martial art that manifests one’s own world through the blade. In other words, this Mental Realm where imagination can accomplish anything serves as the foundation for that Sword Realm Incarnation. Of course….”

Wrath chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.

“It would be impossible for a wretch crushed beneath the True Demon King.”

He said that and conjured an even greater surge of frigid energy. Rain poured from the sky like crashing waves, far more torrential than before.

‘He was just mocking me.’

I bit my lip until it bled. That damned Demon King had invoked Sword Realm Incarnation solely to shatter my concentration and ridicule me.

Crash!

As the falling raindrops grazed my left arm, a sharp, piercing pain shot through not just my shoulder but my entire body as if cut by blades. Since my body was forged from spirit, an injury in one place meant agony throughout.

‘At this rate, I won’t be able to escape… wait?’

I turned to execute a movement technique when my eyes widened. Flames were spreading beneath the frost mountains and hills that Wrath had created at the beginning.

‘Those flames….’

It was the soul’s flame I had ignited when first clashing with Rocta, meant to consume this entire space. Those embers refused to be extinguished even by Wrath’s frost, expanding their reach with each passing moment.

‘Why won’t it disappear?’

Compared to the fury and cold that Wrath had unleashed, my mental power fell far short. I couldn’t fathom why those flames persisted even beneath the frost.

‘Could it be….’

I narrowed my eyes, watching Wrath cackle with glee while Rocta knelt before the crumbling castle.

‘Because he isn’t the master of this place?’

A hypothesis crystallized in my mind.

This world had been born from the collision of my spirit and Rocta’s. Since Rocta had already conceded defeat, this realm was transforming into mine alone, regardless of the intruder Wrath’s presence.

‘That’s right. He said something like that too.’

When Wrath first arrived here, he had said this space held little connection to him.

‘Then if I can just endure until those flames bury the castle….’

I could escape from Wrath.

“If you lose focus like that, you won’t last much longer.”

Wrath’s scornful voice rang out as a tidal wave of frigid energy surged from the ground. Frost fell like rain from above while waves of cold crashed from below—a suffocating maelstrom from every direction.

I can’t dodge this.

Raon came to a halt. This was an attack that no martial art he had cultivated thus far could possibly evade.

But still…

There was a way.

If this place truly allowed one to accomplish anything through willpower and imagination alone, as Wrath had said, then I could employ something other than the martial arts I had accumulated until now.

Raon drew a sharp breath and extended his left foot. In his mind’s eye, he conjured the image of Glen Zigheart, the greatest warrior alive. He recalled the day Glen had imparted the Heavenly Steps to him.

A single step that could reach anywhere.

Envisioning that step—one impossible to manifest in the original world—he pushed off the ground with explosive force.

Whoosh!

A stepping technique that transcended merely folding space to run, one that defied space itself like a law of nature, activated. In an instant, Raon’s body materialized behind Wrath.

A single step. With one stride, I had evaded every ounce of the frigid energy Wrath had unleashed.

What in the…

Wrath turned around in surprise, his eyes widening.

“So you really are Wrath.”

I nodded with a weary smile.

“Giving trials and hints simultaneously—it’s definitely you, the one who gives without reservation.”

Wrapping the entire space in frigid air and mentioning imagination to hint at an escape route—despite the changed appearance, the essence remained unmistakably Wrath, the tree that gives without holding back.

“Silence. This is merely the True Demon King’s amusement!”

Wrath extended both hands. As azure light rippled from his palms, countless storms of frigid energy erupted from the floor and ceiling.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

The storms collided with each other, growing larger and intensifying in power.

“You shall never block this!”

“True. But I can simply evade it instead.”

“You cannot!”

Wrath began manipulating the storms directly using his fingers.

“We’ll see.”

I wiped the cold sweat trickling down my forehead and extended my right leg. Taihwa Righteousness bloomed like rays of light, deflecting the tempest that engulfed the space.

“Ugh!”

Wrath altered the form of frost to target my soul, but each time, I deployed Glen Zigheart’s Taihwa Righteousness directly, escaping the regions where ripples erupted.

‘It works as expected.’

The Taihwa Righteousness Glen Zigheart had demonstrated directly revealed a divine technique of evading the frigid aura that blanketed the entire world—a supreme martial art worthy of Wrath’s admiration and desire to learn.

“Whoosh.”

Wrath exhaled a cold breath and furrowed his brow.

“A mistake. I should not have given you time.”

“It’s already too late.”

Though limited to the Mental Realm, I had become capable of wielding Glen Zigheart’s Taihwa Righteousness. No matter what Wrath attempted, I was confident in my escape.

“No, it is not too late.”

Wrath pointed his right hand toward the sky and his left hand toward the earth.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!

As both hands slowly converged toward the center, waves of frigid aura erupted simultaneously from the heavens and the earth. It was a massive attack with no space to escape—neither sky nor ground offered sanctuary.

“At this level, you won’t be able to escape either.”

Wrath’s lips curled upward, convinced that everything was finished.

“Do not worry. As I said, I will not kill you. You shall live within the True Demon King’s body!”

“Sigh…”

I exhaled deeply, gazing up at the frigid ceiling of ice now descending upon my head.

“Fuhahahaha! What a delightful expression! Now at last I finally take my revenge… eh?”

Wrath’s raucous laughter ceased abruptly. With my head bowed, I was not wearing an expression of despair—I was smiling.

“You…”

“No, you’re right. I was late.”

I sheathed my sword with an unhurried smile.

“Your bluster means nothing! If I simply crush you like this, no matter how strong you are… what?”

Wrath’s hand froze mid-gesture toward me, his mouth falling open.

‘Why is it so short?’

His long, magnificent arms and fingers had withered to stumps, and his legs had vanished entirely. The short, blue hands—he had reverted to his usual form, the one he wore while enduring my mistreatment.

“Ugh… What?! What is this?!”

I couldn’t comprehend why my body had suddenly reverted to normal when I was just one step away from crushing Raon.

“What have you done?!”

“It’s over.”

Raon chuckled softly and pointed to the ground. The frozen land and Royal Castle that Rocta’s soul had dragged forth vanished, leaving only the Annex Building and the Zigheart Family Estate standing.

“The master of this realm has been decided.”

After Rocta’s previous acknowledgment of defeat, my flames consumed this world, and the power that Wrath had drawn forth by revealing his true form also dissipated.

“You were merely a stranger in this place.”

“Ah….”

Wrath scratched the back of his head as understanding dawned, letting out an awkward laugh.

“W-was the True Demon King’s joke amusing? Hehehehe!”

“Perfect size for a punching bag.”

Raon clenched both fists and approached Wrath.

“W-wait, the True Demon King only wanted to eat mint chocolate….”

“Let’s start by taking the hit.”

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