The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 302

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Chapter 302

Glen Zigheart’s Sword Realm Manifestation did not create a vacuum zone like Rimer’s, nor did it pull everything into a chamber of darkness like Dogyae’s.

He simply stood in place. The only change was that the Jincheon Sword had transformed into a brilliant blade blazing with lightning energy.

I narrowed my eyes as I observed Glen Zigheart’s back.

‘What is this?’

I sensed no stellar aura whatsoever.

Despite him clearly activating the Sword Realm Manifestation, I couldn’t discern what had changed about him.

‘Is my realm simply too low to perceive it?’

I slowly lifted my gaze toward the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon. The two monsters who had dominated the heavens and earth stared down at Glen Zigheart with eyes wide open in shock.

‘It’s certain. Something has changed about him.’

-Yes. He has changed. Quite absurdly so….

Wrath’s jaw trembled slightly.

-That bastard is an even greater monster than the True Demon King imagined.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Glen Zigheart’s back, marveling at what he witnessed.

‘As expected.’

Glen Zigheart couldn’t have made a mistake. Through the Sword Realm, he must have achieved some profound transformation.

Roooaarrr!

I activated the ring of fire. My body was in the worst possible condition—resonating the ring alone felt like it would steal my consciousness—but I bit down on my tongue and endured.

As the ring rotated, the flow of mana became visible to my eyes.

‘A sword…?’

Behind Glen, a sword gleamed. He had become the sword.

‘What is that sword…’

It was not some mystical union of swordsman and blade. He had become the sword itself.

Swift and slow, light and heavy, strong and flexible, varied and mysterious, straight and sharp, unyielding.

Not merely the subtleties of swordplay I had learned and mastered, but sword techniques I had never known composed Glen Zigheart’s very being.

‘Is this the Head of House’s manifestation through the Sword Realm?’

The meaning of “Seamless Heaven” is that the garment of the sky bears no visible stitches—it is both natural and perfect. Glen Zigheart had become a blade that embodied that very perfection.

Whiiiiing!

As Tacheon raised his hand, a nascent sun blazed to life behind him, stretching forth magnificent radiance. Countless arrows of light converged upon Glen Zigheart’s heart in a single, devastating instant.

When the luminous projectiles arrived at speeds that transcended limitation and wielded power that pierced all things, Glen Zigheart drew his radiant blade.

Whoosh!

Before the blade’s serene descent, the arrows of light vanished. They did not collide or shatter—they simply melted away.

“Kugh!”

The White Blood Cult Master twisted her lips and clasped her hands together. The moment rapid incantations spilled from her mouth, weapons forged of blood energy erupted from the Blood Avatar’s grasp.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Swords, sabers, spears, halberds, bows, axes, hammers, tridents, whips, shields, cudgels—countless weapons whose names defied enumeration materialized in her hands, unleashing formidable blood energy.

As a second incantation flowed from the White Blood Cult Master’s lips, the Blood Avatar’s three eyes blazed with distinct colors, and it unleashed the weapons clutched in its grasp.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Forty-four arms descended simultaneously. Each movement embodied the ultimate principles of a master swordsman perfected through a single weapon.

Glen raised his Thunder Sword against the terrifying onslaught of the Blood Demon—an attack capable of swallowing the very earth itself.

Whoooosh!

The blade of lightning energy rising from the ground cleanly erased the Heaven-Splitting assault the Blood Demon had unleashed. With a single swing, both the blood energy and the physical force vanished without a trace.

I bit my lip as I watched Glen’s sword.

‘So this is the perfected form of a swordsman….’

Had even one of the White Blood Cult Master’s or Tacheon’s attacks fallen on this place, every human would have perished.

Glen had extinguished with a single blade the aura capable of erasing this entire region. A swordsmanship that seemed to erase the very phenomenon created by the enemy—truly the embodiment of a sword saint.

Nothing seemed impossible for him in this moment.

“Is that all?”

Glen tilted his chin and drew a cold smile across his face.

“I told you—come at me with your full power.”

“Tch!”

“Hmm….”

At his mockery, the expressions of Tacheon and the White Blood Cult Master crumpled like paper.

“So the old man’s been away, and you’ve been training your mouth technique as well, I see.”

The White Blood Cult Master gnashed her teeth and chanted an incantation of a different quality than before at accelerated speed. As she drew forth her full power, a worn water droplet necklace tumbled from within her crimson dress and swayed.

Crack, crack, crack!

I erased the weapons held in the Blood God’s hands and brought my palms together like the White Blood Cult Master. Forty-four hands pressed together in prayer, dyeing the entire world in crimson radiance.

“It seems he should have come instead of me today. The losses will be considerable.”

Tacheon clicked his tongue briefly and spread both arms wide. The halo of the sun blazed with brilliant light, while the halo of the moon sank into profound darkness.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Light and darkness spiraled together. Black and white endlessly intermingled, birthing violet chaos.

No sound. No wave. The chaos Tacheon had unleashed already engulfed this world.

“Ah.”

My eyes widened.

‘This is from my past life….’

The scent of death I had felt before my neck was severed by Derus Robert bloomed once more. Within one second—no, half a second—the breath of every human in this place would be stolen away.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

In the moment before death claimed him without even a chance to resist, Glen’s brain sword flashed brilliantly.

“Inhe.”

With Glen’s calm voice, the sword strike spread diagonally across the space. The sword spirit that unfurled like the wings of a soaring hawk erased all the chaos that Tacheon had unleashed.

“Vanish!”

As the White Blood Cult Master brought her clasped hands down, the tremendous blood energy that the blood deity had been wielding descended to the earth and amplified.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!

As if intending to erase this entire region, the blood energy swelled endlessly, devouring sky and earth alike.

“Jiggyeol.”

As Glen’s extended brain sword raced along the horizon, the pillar of blood energy that had been consuming the earth split cleanly in two.

Screeeech!

The pillar of blood energy, which could have melted even the trade city of Camelrun, crumbled to dust and dissolved in an instant.

“Hmm….”

Blood dripped from Glen Zigheart’s lips as he lowered his sword.

“That monster is exhausted! Finish it!”

“Understood!”

The White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon drew forth every ounce of power they possessed. From their grasp surged a torrent of blood energy and chaotic radiance, crashing down upon Glen Zigheart.

Kuwaaaaaa!

It was mere force condensed into a single form, yet its destructive power exceeded anything before it. Blood energy and chaos twisted in diagonal spirals, birthing an eerie luminescence.

Goooooh!

Glen Zigheart wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, then grasped his sword with both hands and raised it overhead.

“Heavenly Sword.”

The sky itself transformed into a blade descending from above. The world split with a thunderous roar that seemed to tear the Continent asunder, bathed once more in crimson light.

Kugugugugugu!

When the scarlet radiance that illuminated all existence faded, nothing remained before my eyes. The White Blood Cult Master, Tacheon, and everything of Eden and the White Blood Cult—all had vanished.

All that remained was the trace of a magnificent sword strike, as though a celestial being had brought down their blade.

Glen Zigheart slowly turned his head. His crimson eyes, burning with otherworldly brilliance, seemed to ask if I could follow.

“….”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer that question, closing my eyes as exhaustion consumed me. I was too drained to maintain any semblance of consciousness.

As my vision darkened, the three sword strikes Glen Zigheart had unleashed burned themselves into my mind.

‘I’ll never forget this, even in death.’

A satisfied smile crossed my face as I surrendered to sleep.

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Glen Zigheart approached and caught my shoulder as I collapsed. He coughed, swallowing back the blood that surged up his throat, then examined my condition.

“This is not good.”

“Yes. When I checked earlier, his blood vessels were torn and his mana circuits were ruptured.”

Rimer nodded, his gaze fixed on me.

“I couldn’t intervene during the Head of House’s battle—I was too focused on watching.”

“Hmm….”

Glen retrieved a healing pill from his bosom, fed it to Raon, and then used his aura to dissolve it internally. Color gradually returned to my pallid complexion.

“Are you well, Head of House?”

Roen approached with worried eyes. His garments were torn in several places, evidence of his own fierce battle.

“I’m fine.”

Glen answered with his usual coldness and shook his head.

“I see.”

Rimer smiled faintly as he observed Glen and Raon.

‘They’re identical.’

It was amusing—Raon with his blood vessels and muscles torn, his mana circuits ruptured, claiming he was fine, and Glen, who had faced the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon alone and sustained severe internal injuries, saying the same thing. They were so alike.

Though others might see them as entirely different, the grandfather and grandson resembled each other perfectly in appearance and temperament.

‘I hope this ordeal brings them closer together.’

With so many people present, he couldn’t say more, but he hoped that Glen and Raon would open their hearts to each other because of this incident.

“Tsk.”

Glen gazed down at the magnificent spectacle he had created, clicking his tongue briefly. His expression betrayed a hint of dissatisfaction.

“Did one escape?”

Sheryl sheathed her twin blades and approached him.

“I cannot be certain. I struck them decisively, but creatures wielding such peculiar power are difficult to judge with absolute confidence.”

Glen’s eyes narrowed. In a one-on-one duel, he would have severed their life force without question, but against multiple opponents, certainty eluded him.

He glanced briefly toward the heavens before turning to face the Zigheart swordsmen, whose gazes burned with fervent intensity. He nodded in acknowledgment.

“You have all performed admirably.”

“Uuuuaaaaaahhh!”

“We have won!”

“Hail Zigheart!”

The voices of the Zigheart swordsmen thundered so powerfully they seemed to pierce the heavens themselves.

Having witnessed Glen erase the leaders of both Eden and the White Blood Cult before their very eyes, their pride swelled naturally and inevitably.

“Uuuuaaaaaahhh!”

“Hail Zigheart!”

The swordsmen reveled in their thundering heartbeats, thrusting their blades toward the sky.

“Hm?”

Rimer stopped mid-step, still carrying Raon on his back. Martha remained on her knees, unable to rise.

‘Did she become emotional?’

She had always shown more interest in martial prowess than anyone else, so it seemed she was moved by witnessing Glen Zigheart’s blade.

“Someday you’ll reach that level too… hm?”

I closed my mouth before offering her encouragement. Her expression was far from moved. It was shock—a face twisted as if she were screaming in despair.

“Martha. What on earth…?”

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After Zigheart departed, two figures appeared atop the Northern Hill of Camelun.

One wore Baphomet’s helm and was the Evil Goat Demon, while the other donned a dragon’s helm similar to the one Raon had worn.

“Wow. They said the old man in the back room had become useless, but that was complete nonsense.”

The Evil Goat Demon whistled as he gazed upon the space erased by Glen Zigheart’s blade.

“The Northern Destruction King is truly the Northern Destruction King. Isn’t he stronger than the rumors suggested?”

“That’s accurate.”

A rough, grating voice emanated from within the dragon’s helm, as if scraping against metal.

“He has grown incomparably stronger than before.”

“Is that so?”

The Evil Goat Demon turned around, his eyes wide with astonishment.

The dragon’s helm nodded slowly.

“Since the Continental War, he has clashed with no one, yet he has achieved such heights alone. It is utterly absurd.”

He narrowed his eyes, expressing his incomprehension.

“Then who would win if you fought him?”

The Evil Goat Demon settled onto the ground and cast a sly gaze toward the dragon’s helm.

“….”

The dragon’s helm did not answer, instead gazing at the space severed by Glen Zigheart’s blade.

“That silence suggests you wouldn’t lose, at minimum.”

The Evil Goat Demon chuckled softly and nodded.

“Indeed, the world is full of monsters.”

He sighed deeply, his arms crossed.

“Those humans probably survived as well. With the hierarchy so steep, this junior really has it tough.”

“If you only look upward, you’ll be caught from below.”

“Pardon?”

“That child from Zigheart who became the focal point of this affair.”

The man wearing the dragon helm turned away. His reptilian, slit pupils gleamed with an arrogant pride that gazed down upon all things.

“He’ll grow stronger from here on. No, it’s inevitable that he will.”

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I opened my eyes with a frown. A pristine white ceiling came into view.

‘A medical ward, perhaps.’

After staring at so many unfamiliar ceilings, I had grown accustomed to any ceiling by now.

‘Hmm….’

My entire body ached. Pain radiated from my skin, muscles, and bones alike. There wasn’t a single part of me that didn’t hurt.

‘Damn it.’

Even attempting to move my fingers sent sharp agony coursing through me. I was grateful for my familiarity with pain—an ordinary person would have surely lost consciousness again.

-Hmph.

Wrath popped out from the ice flower bracelet, his nose bridge wrinkling. Seeing that he’d grown slightly larger—like cotton candy expanded just a bit—suggested he’d recovered some of his strength.

-You presumptuous fool, wielding the True Demon King’s power so recklessly. Though your attempt failed, you channeled energy beyond your limits, so the backlash returning to you is only natural.

‘I suppose so.’

I nodded in acknowledgment. When I had wielded the wrath and chill that Wrath granted me, I thought my body would shatter. His power still far exceeded what I could safely handle.

-Pathetic. When will you finally grow stronger?

Wrath folded his arms and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

‘One day I’ll become strong enough.’

I chuckled softly. Even laughing brought pain, yet my spirits remained high.

-Are you laughing?

‘Of course I am. How could I not?’

Even now, when I close my eyes, that image returns to me—Glen shattering the barrier and descending, the magnificent sight of Zigheart swordsmen emerging through a rift in space.

‘My family came all this way to save me. How could I not smile? That’s something I’ll never forget for as long as I live.’

The gratitude I felt toward them for rushing to this place to rescue me was so overwhelming that I felt I could smile even if I died right now.

-Humans have such bonds, don’t they? And blood relations would share them even more deeply.

‘I didn’t understand that before.’

In my past life, I was nothing but a discarded thing.

Though I was called the head of Shadow and other grand titles, I was truly nothing more than a well-trained hunting dog.

Even after becoming Raon Zigheart with those memories from my past life, I had intended to achieve what I needed to achieve, obtain what I needed to obtain, and then leave.

But yesterday changed everything.

Zigheart was my home, and the swordsmen of Zigheart were my comrades.

Once I truly grasped that, my vision opened and the world grew bright.

-You’re a strange one indeed.

‘And you too.’

I gazed at Wrath with a faint smile.

-Hm? Did the True Demon King do something?

Wrath tilted his head in confusion.

‘You gave me your power to save Dorian and me.’

Normally, Wrath would have given both his power and his wrath, but this time he sent only his strength without any compensation.

‘I’ve seen you in a new light.’

Wrath’s concern for his subordinate was genuine. I had thought of him as the Demon King of Gluttony, a fool, and an easy mark who gave freely, but this incident had changed my perspective of him.

-Hmph! I, I don’t feel the slightest joy from receiving praise from a mere human!

Wrath’s lips trembled as he abruptly turned his head away.

‘Thank you, Wrath.’

-The True Demon King merely wished to save his subordinate. I had no interest in you whatsoever!

‘Once my body recovers, I’ll buy you everything you want to eat.’

-…R-really?

Speaking with sincerity, Wrath’s eyes rolled downward.

‘That’s right.’

-Ahem! Well, truthfully, I myself performed quite admirably this time.

Wrath cleared his throat and nodded vigorously, his expression brimming with satisfaction.

-You’re not a bad specimen for a human, so watching you has been rather entertaining….

As he rambled on in an excited voice, a message materialized before my eyes.

[You have witnessed a sword that transcends the limits.]

[All stat values….]

[Mental Realm….]

[Sword technique attributes….]

[Titles….]

Perhaps because I had maintained my focus even in the extreme circumstances and witnessed Glen Zigheart’s swordsmanship, the messages flooding in were numerous.

‘Wow….’

The content of the messages elevated my consciousness so intensely that the physical pain seemed to vanish.

-…and it’s absolutely infuriating!

Wrath, who had been speaking calmly, suddenly let out a piercing shriek. He gnashed his teeth as he read the message.

-I used the power, so why are you the one taking the reward!

‘Hmm….’

-You thieving bastard!

There was nothing I could do about it.

Regardless of anything else, I should probably keep the title of being a generous fool.

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