The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 295

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Chapter 295

-I can’t live like this! I can’t even eat, and every single day my stats get stolen! This isn’t living at all!

‘Be quiet for a moment.’

I pushed the wailing Wrath away with the back of my hand and checked the rewards I’d obtained from absorbing Rocta’s soul.

[All stats increase by 10 points.]

[The achievement of 【Glacial】 increases significantly.]

[The grade of water attribute affinity increases.]

[The grade of water attribute resistance increases.]

[【Snowwind Sword Mark】 is engraved into your mind.]

My jaw dropped the moment I saw the messages. The rewards were on a far higher level than what I’d received from winning the bet with Wrath.

‘All my stats went up by 10 again.’

As all my stats increased by another 10 points, an exhilaration so intense that my hair stood on end washed over me.

‘I’ll need time to adapt to this as well.’

With all stats rising by 20 points total, and strength and agility each gaining an additional 3 points, I would need training and time to adapt my current body to these increases.

I exhaled slowly.

I watched the achievement notification for Glacia rise and drew up the frigid energy from my core. The deepened azure chill swirled into a small tempest within my grasp.

‘It seems far more concentrated now.’

The potency of the chill was unmistakably stronger than before donning the helm—I could feel it in my very skin.

-Damn it….

Seeing Wrath’s brow furrow confirmed that the grade of the chill had indeed risen.

Whoosh!

I dispelled the chill blooming from my palm and allowed myself a faint smile.

‘The balance will be slightly skewed now.’

Until now, I had deliberately maintained equilibrium between the Manhwa Palace and Glacia, but as Rocta’s essence seeped in, the achievement and quantity of the chill had begun to surpass the heat.

With water-attribute affinity and water-attribute resistance rising as well, that disparity would only widen further.

It seemed I would need to examine my altered physical capabilities and verify the operational methods of the chill anew.

‘And….’

I closed my eyes and recalled the sword technique that had taken shape in my mind moments before—a peculiar style as cool and resolute as the Northern Sea wind itself, cutting with decisive finality.

‘The Snowwind Blade Formation.’

I hadn’t grasped the true essence of the swordsmanship, but its form and structure were etched clearly into my mind.

‘Not bad at all.’

No, it’s quite an exceptional sword technique.

The Snowwind Blade Formation’s attribute was a severing blade that cut through an enemy’s swordsmanship. Since it differed in essence from the techniques I’d mastered thus far, I was eager to put it into practice.

I’d obtained considerable rewards—enhanced water attribute stats and sword techniques—but the most important gift lay elsewhere.

‘The realm of martial arts.’

Whether from battling the formidable Rocta or absorbing his soul, the barrier that had blocked my path shattered completely, elevating me to the intermediate Master realm.

‘Now I can face him properly.’

At this moment, I could match—or even overcome—Geummyeonsa, who wielded advanced Master-level martial prowess.

‘He left me with something valuable.’

I smiled as I wiped away the blue dragon’s helmet. Despite the anxiety Rocta had shown at the end, he’d transferred many of his abilities to me.

‘It’s hardly fitting to call it payment, but I’ll ensure your master meets his end without suffering.’

Even if Merlin had her reasons, I couldn’t simply let her walk free. Sins demanded payment. When the time came to deal with her, I’d resolved to grant her a painless end.

‘Then the memories….’

-Ughhhh!

As I was recalling Rocta’s memories and the Snow Wind Sword Technique, Wrath’s groan reached my ears.

-You wretched mosquito!

‘Suddenly?’

-Don’t you drain the True Demon King’s stats and traits like a summer mosquito?!

‘Here we go again.’

I let out a quiet chuckle.

-Even if you live only to the average human lifespan, the True Demon King’s original body will be nothing but bones!

He trembled with fear at that prospect, his plump shoulders quivering.

‘You reap what you sow.’

If he hadn’t rushed to seize my body in the first place, he wouldn’t have lost the wager’s compensation. It was entirely his own fault.

-Damn it….

Perhaps because Wrath understood this truth, he buried his face in his plump arms and began to weep.

“Hmm….”

I patted Wrath’s round head and smacked my lips.

‘It’s a bit pitiful seeing the True Demon King in such a state.’

Perhaps because I had witnessed his original form—elegant and dignified—the wrinkled cotton candy now looked somewhat pathetic.

‘Fine. I’ll cancel the nadin bread.’

The moment those words left my mouth, Wrath’s whimpering vanished instantly. He slowly lifted his head. His round eyes rolled about as his gaze narrowed.

-Really? You mean it?

‘Yeah.’

-Phew! I’m saved! I hate nadin bread more than losing 100 stat points!

Wrath heaved a deep sigh of relief, grateful for the reprieve.

-Even a demon like you has a conscience.

‘In exchange.’

I flicked Wrath on the head as he chuckled and shook my head.

‘No mint chocolate for you from now on.’

-W-what kind of nonsense is that!

‘I’m not eating mint chocolate.’

-Why!

‘Because it tastes awful.’

-You mean to say you don’t understand the pleasure of coolness and sweetness filling your mouth simultaneously?

Mint chocolate? I’ve never even tasted it properly.

-I pity you for not knowing the taste of mint chocolate!

‘I don’t care if I don’t know. Choose. Will you eat without Nadin bread, or will you eat both Nadin bread and mint chocolate?’

I shrugged, telling him to pick whichever he wanted.

-Even a demon wouldn’t present such a choice!

Wrath’s eyes wavered like a small boat caught in the waves.

-It’s the same as asking me to choose between my mother and father! You unfilial wretch!

‘A demon complaining about filial piety….’

I shook my head in disbelief.

No matter how I thought about it, Wrath was the only one truly mad.

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I rose from the bed as moonlight filtered through the window. Since it was night here, it would be broad daylight in the real world.

‘Where am I….’

I placed my hand on Merlin’s shoulder as she lay in bed, checking her condition.

‘She won’t wake for quite some time.’

Her body had suffered damage from recklessly channeling mana without proper rest. It seemed she wouldn’t regain consciousness for at least two days.

‘I can leave now.’

Having spent more than half a day in the room reviewing Rocta’s memories and the Snowwind Sword Technique, no one would find it strange that I left Merlin behind.

I gazed at Merlin’s shallow breathing for a moment before stepping out.

The spirits of Eden passing through the corridor bowed respectfully and showed courtesy as if they had seen Merlin, accepting her completely as one of their own.

‘Rocta would have ignored them.’

As a knight with strong pride, he would not have accepted even the spirits’ greetings.

Raon ignored their greetings and stepped out of the Great Hall. He made his way to the edge of the Barrier where he had sparred with Geummyeonsa and began to loosen his body with light movements.

‘Indeed, I’ve changed.’

With so many of my stats elevated, my body moved faster and more powerfully than before.

‘But strength alone doesn’t guarantee victory.’

Against weaker opponents, increased physical power and speed made little difference, but when facing masters, perfect control of one’s body mattered far more than raw strength.

I needed to clearly understand the limits of my current body so I could face anyone without hesitation.

I drew the Soul Reaper Sword. Rather than practicing my usual swordplay, I decided to test the Snowwind Sword Form I had recently learned.

Whoooosh!

As I activated Glacial and unfolded the first technique, a biting wind bloomed from the blade, drawing a silvery line across the empty air.

The sword strike, imbued with a firm yet chilling energy, unleashed such a solid momentum that it could repel any attack the enemy might bring.

Shiiing!

The second technique surged upward from below—a swift strike with tightly compressed aura, possessing the unbreakable resilience of a shield.

I executed all the techniques of the Snowwind Sword Form and finally lowered my blade.

‘So this is the Severed Soul Sword.’

The Severed Soul Sword was a blade that severed connections—it possessed the chilling characteristic of cutting off the flow of martial techniques used by an opponent and delivering a fatal counterattack.

For me, who could analyze an opponent using the Ring of Fire, it was swordsmanship with efficiency comparable to the Radiant Flaw Sword.

‘If I combine the Snowwind Sword Form and the Radiant Flaw Sword, something interesting could be created.’

The Radiant Flaw Sword was swordsmanship that created openings in an opponent, while the Snowwind Sword Form was swordsmanship that severed an opponent’s breathing. If I harmonized the subtleties of both, it seemed like an extraordinary technique would emerge.

I repeatedly unfolded the Snowwind Sword Form to understand the changes in my body, engraved the technique into my flesh, and then turned around.

“How much longer do you plan to watch?”

I narrowed my eyes, looking up at the empty rooftop.

“A knight’s training should not be observed carelessly.”

“I have no interest in swordsmanship. I was merely observing whether you would escape or not.”

One corner of the rooftop shimmered and became transparent, revealing Geummyeonsa. His voice carried a slight weariness as he waved his hand.

“I have no intention of leaving this place while the princess remains.”

“The princess….”

Geummyeonsa chuckled softly, gazing at my eyes within the dragon helm.

“True, she was indeed a princess. A princess who hasn’t been called by that title for hundreds of years.”

“Are you mocking me?”

I furrowed my brow as I looked at Geummyeonsa, feigning heightened emotion as I glared at him.

“No, I was merely stating facts.”

Geummyeonsa shrugged with calm eyes.

“If you have nothing else to do, how about a sparring match?”

“A sparring match?”

“Indeed. My body hasn’t adapted well yet. A proper battle would accelerate that adaptation.”

I tapped my sword hilt with a slightly elevated voice, speaking in a provocative tone.

‘How will this play out.’

Geummyeonsa was the only one in Eden I’d conversed with besides Merlin. If this man fell for it, I could act without hesitation.

“….”

Geummyeonsa didn’t respond and simply gazed down at me intently.

“It doesn’t appeal to me. Go find someone else.”

He paused for a moment, then shook his head. A hint of irritation crept into his voice.

‘I’ve been played.’

I bit the inside of my cheek. Geummyeonsa’s demeanor had shifted dramatically from yesterday. He was no longer treating me as Raon, but as Rocta.

“Then I have another question.”

“What is it?”

“Where can I find a Treasury with weapons and armor? This sword doesn’t suit me well.”

I gestured toward the Heavenly Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword.

“It’s inside the Great Hall. Right next to the Spirit Fusion Chamber.”

Geummyeonsa waved his hand dismissively as if telling me to leave quickly, then lay down on the roof.

“Thank you.”

I turned slowly and headed toward the Great Hall, my fists clenching tightly.

‘Now I can move openly.’

Having deceived Geummyeonsa, I had nothing to fear as long as I remained cautious of the Severed Soul Sword, whose thoughts remained inscrutable.

-What exactly are you doing?

Wrath scanned Raon from head to toe, his brow furrowing deeply.

-Why are you so skilled at acting, of all things!

‘It’s a fundamental skill.’

-You’re not a theater troupe member or circus performer, so why is acting a fundamental skill for you!

Of course, it wasn’t a fundamental skill of a swordsman’s house, but rather a fundamental skill of an assassin. To carry out an assassination, one must be capable of flawless acting regardless of the form—man, woman, young, or old.

-But why are you seeking a sword? A knight can wield any blade. There’s no need to even act as if you’re using a different weapon.

‘Because I’m not after the sword.’

I had told Geummyeonsa to reveal the location of the Treasury so I could obtain a sword and armor, but in truth, I already knew where the Treasury was located, and I didn’t actually want the sword and armor at all.

What I truly desired was something else inside that Treasury.

-W-what is it?

‘You’ll see when we get there.’

I shook my head at the anxious Wrath and entered the Great Hall. I headed toward the chamber located directly beside the Wall where the soul fusion ceremony had taken place.

Whoooosh!

As I attempted to enter the chamber, a dimensional rift opened from the floor, and two armored warriors wearing black goblin helmets emerged.

“Only an 8-Star Left Seat or those granted permission by an 8-Star Left Seat may enter the Divine Warrior Armory.”

“Was I a Seven-Star back then?”

Merlin had spoken earlier with pride about being a Seven-Star from the beginning.

“Yes, that is correct.”

The warriors in goblin helmets answered without any inflection in their voices.

‘These bastards are strong.’

Despite wearing the goblin helmets, a considerable aura of power emanated from them. The soul dwelling within those helmets didn’t seem to belong to ordinary goblins.

“The princess is currently unconscious. She needs a sword and armor to protect her.”

“Only an Eight-Star or someone with permission from an Eight-Star may enter the Treasury.”

The warriors in goblin helmets shook their heads, repeating the same words as before.

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue sharply. I had thought Seven-Star would be sufficient to enter, but the defenses here were far more formidable than expected.

‘I need to grab what I need before Merlin wakes up and comes after me… Hm?’

As I was lamenting the situation, a massive presence suddenly manifested from behind. Turning quickly, the Severed Soul Sword stood there in silence.

‘This guy really….’

To penetrate through my senses like that—words like “impressive” hardly sufficed. It seemed he possessed some technique that scattered one’s perception.

“….”

Severed Soul Sword regarded me briefly before stepping forward and placing his hand directly against the door.

Uuuuuuung!

The door split open like a kaleidoscope, revealing a corridor that emanated a soft, ethereal glow.

“….”

Rather than entering, Severed Soul Sword stepped aside.

“Are you telling me to go in?”

“….”

He offered no response, simply standing motionless. Based on my experience thus far, my interpretation seemed correct.

‘What on earth is he thinking?’

I prided myself on reading others’ psychology, yet this man was an exception. With no words and no reactions, discerning his thoughts proved utterly impossible.

Since accepting his aid carried no disadvantage, I decided to take him up on it.

“Thank you.”

I bowed my head and headed inside. Perhaps because the Severed Soul Sword had granted permission, the armored warriors wearing goblin helmets made no move to block my path and simply stood aside.

Whoooosh!

The interior of the Treasury was far more expansive than the modest chamber it appeared to be from the outside. Weapons, armor, shields, and other supreme-grade equipment were arranged with meticulous precision.

I surveyed the equipment thoroughly before turning back. The Severed Soul Sword showed no intention of entering—the passage sealed shut once more.

‘It seems he suspects I might take a weapon. How pointless.’

I have no intention of taking anything.

I made my way toward the armor section. Passing by supreme-grade suits of armor that radiated mana of various types, I headed toward the location where two monster-shaped helmets lay.

I lifted the crocodile-shaped helmet and smiled faintly.

‘This is what I was looking for.’

After absorbing Rocta’s soul, I had gained the ability to sense the presence of other helmets. Learning that a helmet imbued with a monster’s soul existed here, I had asked Geummyeonsa for the location of the Treasury.

-You… surely not!

‘Exactly.’

I smiled wryly.

‘I’ll have to devour the souls in the other helmets as well.’

It wasn’t just Rocta—I intended to drain and consume the very souls of every warrior in this place.

I’ll make them regret the day they dared to abduct me.

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A small hill near the commercial city of Camelrun.

A palanquin bathed in crimson light, as if drenched in blood, had ascended to the very spot where Raon had first clashed with the White Blood Sect.

The palanquin was carried by an unusual quartet—a beautiful woman, a robust man, a child who appeared no more than ten years old, and an elderly man who looked as though he might collapse at any moment, each bearing one of its legs.

Red cloth draped the palanquin’s seat, and within it, the White Blood Cult Master reclined in a half-prone position, gazing down upon the tawny earth below.

“My children have vanished from this land.”

She closed her eyes as she gazed wistfully at the bloodless ground.

“Do not grieve. The Blood God shall embrace you all.”

As she finished her brief prayer and opened her eyes, the palanquin bearers advanced toward the edge of the hill. The daylight was bright enough that not only Camelrun but distant cities far beyond could be faintly discerned.

“Sigh.”

The White Blood Cult Master gazed down the hillside with eyes as dark and fathomless as an abyss. A faint exclamation escaped her crimson lips as she surveyed the area near Camelrun.

“How clever.”

She curled her lips into a smile as she observed the empty field beside Camelrun.

“So they were hiding in such a place.”

“Have you found them?”

The 10th Apostle, who had been standing like a statue behind her, approached beside the palanquin.

“Yes. Can you not see it?”

The White Blood Cult Master raised a translucently pale finger and pointed toward the empty field.

“Hmm…”

The 10th Apostle’s eyes narrowed, as if he had found nothing despite heightening his energy perception.

“It may be somewhat difficult for you.”

The White Blood Cult Master smiled faintly and flicked her finger. Pure white energy swirled forth and seeped into the 10th Apostle’s vision.

“Ah!”

The 10th Apostle gasped. As the White Blood Cult Master’s aura washed over his eyes, a colossal formation etched across the ordinary field came into view.

The formation, inscribed with the sun, moon, and stars, was so vast it covered the entire expanse of the field.

“This is….”

“The sun and moon. His handiwork, no doubt.”

The White Blood Cult Master nodded as she observed the sun and moon patterns inscribed within the formation.

“Let us proceed.”

At her gesture, the palanquin moved forward. Even as the bearers’ feet left the ground and touched the empty air, the palanquin’s motion remained as smooth as before.

“If I have marked it as mine….”

The White Blood Cult Master rested her chin upon the armrest of the palanquin, a delighted smile playing across her lips.

“Then I must find it, no matter where it lies.”

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