The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 303

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Chapter 303

—Even if they call me the merciful True Demon King, I cannot let this pass!

‘Mercy? Nonsense.’

I exhaled a long sigh. Seeing Wrath’s eyes rolling back halfway, another fit seemed imminent. Ignoring him, I examined the stream of messages that had materialized.

[You have witnessed a blade that touches transcendence.]

[All stats increase by 10 points.]

[Three sword marks are inscribed upon your Mental Realm.]

[Your achievement in sword technique attributes increases.]

[The title 【Survivor】 is created.]

Upon reading the messages, an exclamation escaped my lips unbidden.

‘Such generous rewards….’

Well, perhaps it was only natural.

I had engaged in fierce combat, wielded Wrath’s power, and witnessed the clash of transcendent beings. Considering all I had accomplished, receiving rewards of this caliber was hardly surprising.

—Gaaahhhhh! Curse it all!

Of course, one generous fool refused to accept it and let out a furious howl.

Whoooosh!

As all my stats rose by ten points, the pain subsided as though my wounds had been completely healed.

‘This never gets old.’

The wounds weren’t actually healing, but the exhilaration that accompanied the stat increase dampened the burning sensation of pain. Now my mind felt clearer.

‘What are these three sword marks being carved into my Mental Realm?’

Three lines of sword marks were being etched into that space where I had fought Rocta and endured against Wrath, but I couldn’t grasp their exact meaning.

-It’s exactly as it sounds.

Wrath glared at me. He seemed irritated, but in his cotton candy form, it didn’t land at all.

-Not just in your Mental Realm, but the sword marks you witnessed are being carved directly into your mind.

‘Sword marks? Could it be…?’

-Indeed. Those three sword techniques your Head of House opened and wielded from the Sword Realm have been imprinted into your head.

‘Insane…’

I found myself trembling without realizing it.

‘His sword techniques are being carved into my mind? Those three strikes?’

I didn’t know what swordsmanship Glen had unleashed, but I understood that such martial prowess was a transcendent technique rarely found on the Continent. Hearing that such a magnificent sword technique had been etched into my mind, my heart pounded wildly.

‘Then I could also use that sword….’

-You cannot.

Wrath shook his head firmly.

-Your realm is barely at the fairy level.

He raised his hand only as high as the pillow resting on the bed.

-In truth, even this assessment is generous considering your growth.

‘What about the Head of House?’

-That old geezer….

Wrath squinted and floated into the air, pointing toward the ceiling.

‘The ceiling?’

-Beyond this ceiling, he reaches the heavens themselves. You are not even worth a single finger of that old man.

He gnashed his teeth, warning me never to even dream of reaching Glen’s level.

‘I figured as much.’

I chuckled and nodded. Glen was someone Wrath said would require tens of thousands of battles to defeat, and by now he had surely transcended even that. Gazing upon such transcendent beings, my current realm felt impossibly distant.

‘So if my realm advances, I’ll be able to understand what that swordsmanship is?’

-That’s right. Though I can’t say when that will be.

Wrath teased me, suggesting that day might never come in my lifetime.

‘That’s fine then.’

That much satisfies me. It’s enough if I can eventually understand what Glen Zigheart’s swordsmanship truly is.

‘I have no intention of copying it exactly.’

Rather than imitating Glen Zigheart’s blade, I need to reference his swordsmanship and open my own Sword Realm. I can’t ascend further by merely copying what others have created.

‘By draining your stats, I’ll eventually reach it.’

-Tsk….

I chuckled and waved my hand, and Wrath’s eyes narrowed. I couldn’t understand why he kept challenging me when he clearly couldn’t win with words.

I lightly dismissed Wrath and checked the next message.

‘All sword technique attributes have increased.’

It meant that by witnessing Glen Zigheart’s swordsmanship transformed through the Ring of Fire, the progress of all the sword techniques I was cultivating had risen.

Not just one, but the realm of every sword technique I’d learned had advanced—I couldn’t believe it even as I saw it happen.

‘Both are quite remarkable….’

I wasn’t sure whether to praise the Ring of Fire or thank Glen Zigheart.

‘And finally.’

I checked the message that appeared at the very bottom and immediately confirmed the title’s details.

【The Survivor】

A title bestowed upon those who maintain composure even in moments of crisis and find ways to survive.

Effect: All stats +5. When in danger, your mind becomes ice-cold and sharp.

Reading the description, it seemed like a title I’d earned by securing Eden’s treasures and planning for the future, despite being kidnapped by those bastards.

‘Not bad at all.’

Even having lived as an assassin, there were moments when my body or mind would freeze in critical situations. This title would be invaluable in such unfavorable circumstances.

‘Phew….’

After reviewing all the messages, I smiled with satisfaction.

‘These rewards are the best yet.’

Among them, I was most pleased that my swordsmanship realm had advanced and that Glen Zigheart’s swordsmanship had been inscribed into my Mental Realm.

‘I’ve drawn even closer to the Sword Realm Incarnate.’

With my Mental Realm having grown, it was no exaggeration to say I’d advanced further toward the Sword Realm Incarnate.

‘I want to move my body already.’

My limbs tingled with anticipation. I wanted to wield my sword immediately.

-Hey!

‘Are you still dissatisfied? Can’t you just stop now…’

-That’s not it!

As I sighed, Wrath thrust his face forward.

-I have something to ask you.

‘Hmm?’

I narrowed my eyes. Contrary to my expectations, Wrath’s expression remained calm and composed.

-You said that half-baked fellow was one of the two heads of the Helm Organization, didn’t you?

‘If you mean half-baked, you’re talking about Tacheon?’

-That’s right. You said that fellow was one of the two who could stand against the blood ghost.

‘That’s correct.’

-Then what is the other one, and where is he?

Wrath’s expression had grown unusually grave.

I don’t know much about it either.

-You don’t know?

Eden has two who can stand against the White Blood Cult Master, but only one is active, remember?

-If they’re not active, does that mean they’re injured?

I don’t know that either.

I shook my head.

-What on earth….

Decades ago, there was a prestigious family called the Lumen Family, renowned throughout the Continent for their spear techniques.

-The Lumen Family?

Yes. They weren’t quite at the level of the Six Emperors Five Demons, but they were just below that tier—a house of tremendous power. Yet that family… collapsed in a single night.

The Lumen Family’s spear techniques were so exceptional that they earned acclaim across the entire Continent. Had that vast house simply accumulated strength for a few more decades, they would have become the Seventh Emperor. Instead, they vanished overnight.

The one responsible was Eden’s second leader. However, only Eden speaks of it, and with no survivors or witnesses, no one knows whether he actually exists or is merely a fictional figure.

The shock of the Lumen Family’s overnight destruction spread countless rumors about Eden’s second leader, but after that, there was no appearance or activity from him whatsoever.

By now, he was considered a non-existent entity.

But why are you asking about that… Don’t tell me you think he’s also a Demon King?

-Indeed.

Wrath nodded. He sensed that Tacheon possessed the power of the Lord of Pride, and it seemed he believed the other was also connected to the Demon King of Pride.

-What is that one’s name?

‘Heavenly Demon.’

I didn’t know what Helm Organization he wore, whether he was male or female, or if he even truly existed, but the spirits of Eden called him the Heavenly Demon.

-A fallen heaven and a demonic heaven….

Wrath’s brow furrowed as if he sensed something.

-Could it be that….

Just as he was about to speak again, the door to the infirmary opened.

“Huh? Raon?”

Lunan Slion, who had brought a wet cloth and bandages, widened her eyes in surprise. The moment her startled voice rang out, cries of alarm echoed from all around.

“Gasp!”

“Vice Leader!”

“Raon!”

“You’re awake?”

The Gwangpung Unit swarmed to both sides of Lunan, filling the space before the door.

“Raon!”

“You bastard!”

“You’ve finally awakened!”

“Waaaaah!”

“Vice Leader!”

Lunan, Burren, and Dorian led the charge as the Gwangpung Unit rushed into the chamber.

“Ugh!”

I tried to block them with my hands, but the Gwangpung Unit rushed at me like puppies greeting their master, and they simply buried me under their weight on the bed.

“You’ve finally woken up….”

“It seems there are no major problems.”

“Sob! I’m so relieved!

Lunan held my hand while pouting slightly, Burren released a sigh of relief, and Dorian’s eyes glistened with tears.

“You woke up so late!”

“How are your wounds?”

“Raon!”

“Unit Leader!”

The entire Gwangpung Unit had gathered on the bed, pinning me down. Beyond the pain, it was difficult to breathe.

“What a sight.”

“Ugh….”

Rimer, who had appeared without warning, grinned wickedly about youth without even noticing his own labored breathing. That man was truly useless.

“You bastards. I’m a patient….”

I barely managed to twitch my fingers with glazed eyes.

“E-Everyone, back off!”

Burren Zigheart, finally coming to his senses, pulled everyone back. Dorian and Lunan Slion refused to leave until the end.

“Phew….”

I exhaled roughly and wiped away the cold sweat.

‘I nearly died.’

Had I been even slightly delayed, I would have survived Eden and the White Blood Cult only to be suffocated by my comrades and earn my name in the history of the Continent.

‘But….’

It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. I knew they all genuinely worried about me.

Through this ordeal, not just Zigheart but the Gale Wind Squad had also carved themselves deeper into my heart.

“Hmm?”

I smiled faintly while examining the Gale Wind Squad’s swordsmen one by one, then tilted my head in confusion.

“Where is Martha? Did she get injured?”

“That’s not it.”

Rimer, standing at the door, shook his head.

“She’s not injured, but she seems to have received some kind of shock.”

“Shock?”

“She hasn’t been speaking, so I don’t know what happened, but she’s been staying in her room for the second day now.”

Burren shook his head, saying it was unlike Martha.

‘Now that I think about it…’

I recalled how Martha had dropped her sword after seeing the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon. No matter how strong the enemies were, it was strange given her usual temperament.

-That girl certainly went quiet after seeing those bastards.

Wrath also nodded, remarking that such occurrences were rare.

‘Tacheon and the White Blood Cult Master.’

I narrowed my eyes as I recalled the images of the two.

‘I should pay them a visit.’

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I rose to my feet after the Gale Wind Squad had calmed down and departed. Though various parts of my body ached, the pain was bearable.

I had intended to visit Martha for rehabilitation, but Lunan refused to leave my side. The shock of the kidnapping seemed to have left a deep impression, prompting her to stand guard.

“It’s safe here, isn’t it?”

“Better to be cautious.”

Lunan shook her head and scanned the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

‘At least her gaze has returned to normal. That’s a relief.’

Lunan’s eyes, which had gleamed with a sharp, eerie crimson light, had returned to their usual violet hue. Seeing her gaze slightly softened brought me some comfort.

“Then guide me to Martha’s room.”

“Okay.”

Lunan nodded and headed toward Martha’s room, located at the innermost part of the Dormitory.

-What’s gotten into you? Normally, you’d have left her alone, thinking only of training.

Wrath drifted closer through the air.

-What scheme are you plotting now?

‘A scheme…?’

I let out a hollow laugh. It seemed Wrath now saw everything I did as part of some grand plan.

‘I simply want to see how she’s doing.’

-You, who shows no interest unless there’s something to gain?

‘That was true before, but it won’t be from now on.’

Before the kidnapping, I would have dismissed it as nothing, just as Wrath suggested.

But others had come to rescue me, and Martha was among them. Now I wanted to see how she was faring and help her if I could.

“Here it is.”

Lunan pointed to a door firmly shut at the end of the corridor. Untouched food sat on a tray beneath it. It seemed she hadn’t eaten in the two days since her return.

Knock, knock.

I rapped lightly on the door. Though someone was inside the room, there came no response.

“Martha.”

The moment I called her name directly, I sensed a faint movement from within the room. Of course, the door did not open.

“I’m coming in. Tell me if you object.”

I picked up the tray that held the food and approached the door.

“I object—”

“You didn’t answer in time. I’m coming in.”

Before she could finish her protest, I opened the door and stepped inside.

With the curtains drawn shut, the interior was as dark as a tomb. Martha was nowhere to be seen on the bed or the chair.

“Why did you come in?”

A dry voice emanated from the corner of the room. Martha sat huddled in the shadows, wrapped in a blanket.

-Is that really the beef girl?

‘Hmm…’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he observed Martha’s slumped shoulders. This seemed far more serious than he’d anticipated.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“You really are something else.”

“I’ll turn on the light.”

Though he could see Martha without illuminating the magical lamp, brightness seemed preferable, so he kindled the flame.

“Ugh!”

Martha let out a brief groan, perhaps unaccustomed to the light after so long in darkness.

Raon set a tray of food upon the table and settled into a chair.

-Not bad fare, this. Will you partake?

‘You really are insufferable.’

He disregarded Wrath’s nonsensical remark and turned his attention to Martha.

“What happened?”

“…Nothing happened. I just want to be alone. Leave.”

Martha weakly waved her hand.

“Sigh…”

Raon exhaled softly, watching Martha’s delicate gesture—one that didn’t seem like her at all.

“You see, I thought I was alone.”

“What?”

“Even when I was kidnapped by Eden, I never once thought someone would come to rescue me. I resolved that I had to survive on my own.”

It was the truth. I had gathered elixirs, clashed with Geummyeonsa, and absorbed the soul of the Helm Organization—all to seize any opportunity that might come. I never even imagined the House would come to save me.

“But seeing everyone come together changed my entire way of thinking.”

Raon tapped the table lightly with his finger. A pleasant resonance echoed through the silent room.

“Thanks to you and Lunan and all the others coming together, I finally understand what true belonging feels like.”

I nodded, looking at Martha and then at Lunan standing behind her.

Until now, how I treated them felt like a matter of honor and repaying emotional debts. But now, that transactional mindset has completely vanished.

“There are many things in this world that cannot be solved alone. In fact, things that can be done alone are far rarer. We are not the Head of House, after all.”

Raon rose from his chair with a faint smile.

“I have no right to advise you since I only just learned that I’m not alone, but if you have worries, tell me. I will worry about whatever troubles you as if it were my own.”

As I was about to leave to give Martha time to think, the sound of a blanket falling to the floor reached my ears.

“Mother….”

A voice thick with moisture dampened the room. When I turned around, the worn water droplet pendant Martha clutched in her hand gleamed with a murky light.

“Mother was there.”

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