The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 491

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 491

I curled the corner of my mouth upward as I watched Sageomma’s hand tremble.

‘There’s no reason for me to accept.’

If a proper senior martial artist offered guidance, I would gladly accept it. But Sageomma was a man whose insides weren’t merely dark—they were charred black. That guidance was unmistakably a poisoned apple.

‘I could use secret techniques, or even plant a demonic seed.’

The world of martial arts was mysterious. True to his name as Sageomma, he could employ deceptive techniques, so there was no reason to exchange blows with him directly.

Why he resorted to such crude methods was perfectly clear to me.

“Uwaaaaaaah!”
“White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon!”
“Sageomma! Sageomma! Sageomma!”

Every spectator in this place was roaring so loudly the ground trembled. He must have thought he couldn’t refuse the guidance, so he resorted to this petty scheme.

‘It’s not a bad method, but….’

I don’t concern myself with people’s gazes.

After crushing all four disciples of the Divine Continent Five Regions, the reputation of Zigheart and the Gwangpung Corps had soared to pierce the heavens.
My fame had accumulated to overflowing, so even if it declined slightly now, it held little significance.

“Why did the White Sword Dragon refuse Sageomma’s proposal?”
“Right? Isn’t it clearly beneficial?”
“Do they have some kind of problem between them?”
“Is the White Sword Dragon an ordinary person? He wouldn’t refuse without reason.”
“If there’s a problem, it would be on Sageomma’s side.”

Because of the martial prowess and confidence I had displayed so far, and the cooperation I had shown before, few spectators found it strange that I had rejected Sageomma’s proposal.

‘This is how a proper rampage should be.’

True chaos meant leaving the target’s insides churning while appearing perfectly ordinary to everyone else.
Today, I had demonstrated the very essence of chaos with a pride I could scarcely contain.

“If, if this is about what happened before, then I was being oversensitive. Reconsider it. Isn’t this a golden opportunity?”

Sageomma shook his head briefly and extended his hand.

“There’s no need to offer such an opportunity.”
“Tsk, but the spectators are anticipating it!”

He gestured toward the still-cheering crowd, muttering whether I would ignore them. Urgency flickered across his expression.

I raised my right hand and clenched my fist, and every spectator who had been shouting fell silent at once.

“Are you referring to the time you disregarded both me and Zigheart through your words and actions?”
“I, I never disregarded—”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ve already forgotten about it.”

I cut off Sageomma’s rebuttal before he could speak, transforming my words into established fact.

“What, what is this?”
“Sageomma disrespected Zigheart?”
“Ah, so that’s why he refused.”

The spectators accepted my words as truth and cast scornful glances toward Sageomma.

“Tch, you bastard, spouting nonsense again—”
“However, that is not the reason I declined your instruction.”

I cut off Sageomma’s words once more and shook my head.

“I wish to reach the realm of Grand Master through my own strength, without borrowing the power of others. A true warrior must shatter the walls that stand before them with their own hands.”

The moment those words left my lips, a profound gasp erupted from the Training Ground floor.

“Ugh….”
“Is the White Sword Dragon really only twenty-one?”
“What’s more surprising than his power is that he thinks like this….”
“I wondered how he reached the pinnacle of Master rank at such a young age, but it’s because he holds such convictions.”
“A true saint has appeared in Zigheart.”

The spectators nodded vigorously, moved by Raon’s conviction. Everyone murmured that this was how a warrior should be.

“And….”

Raon stepped closer to Sageomma. He smiled while sealing his lips with his energy to prevent any sound from escaping.

“You don’t even have the skill to teach. Did you already forget that your disciple couldn’t last three exchanges?”
-It was four exchanges.
‘The kick doesn’t count.’

After pushing Wrath away, I waved my hand, saying you have no right to teach me. Because of that gesture, the other spectators couldn’t even see his mouth shape.

“You reckless bastard!”

Sageomma gnashed his teeth and raised his hand. Just as a tremendous aura was about to surge forth for an immediate strike, Heegyukje stepped in front of him.

“Heegyukje!”
“Stand down.”

Heegyukje pushed back the agitated Sageomma and shook her head. The momentum had already shifted to the other side—it was time to withdraw.

Raon turned his gaze toward Heegyukje. She seemed irritated by the situation itself, her brows twitching narrowly.

‘It seems Sageomma came up with the idea of offering instruction on his own.’

Her methods were similar to Heegyukje’s, but far cruder. It was the kind of approach an impatient and simple-minded Sageomma would devise.

“Congratulations once again.”

Heegyukje forced a composed expression and handed over the two boxes she had been holding.

Raon opened the first box. The heart of Lavasiri still pulsed with a warm, scorching heat as if alive.

‘The genuine article, then. And….’

I lifted the lid of the second box. A creaking sound accompanied the sensation of biting cold wrapping around my fingers.
It was the frigid aura emanating from the blue apple nestled within.

“Thousand-Year Seolhwa.”

Heekyuk Je twisted his lips, remarking that this would pose no problem even if consumed alongside Rabasiri’s heart.

“Hmm….”

I flicked my finger toward the space beneath the Sparring Arena.

“Yes!”

Dorian, who had been rubbing the bruises from our sparring match, sprang to his feet and climbed onto the platform.

Dorian and I exchanged a few quiet words, our hands shielding our mouths, then nodded in agreement.

“Heekyuk Je, my apologies, but….”

I approached him and lowered my voice to a whisper.

“It appears the goods do not match the specifications.”
“What do you mean by that?”

Heekyuk Je’s eyes narrowed.

“You initially promised a cold elixir of comparable potency to Rabasiri’s, yet this falls short of that standard, or so I’m told.”
“Ah….”

As I spoke, I gestured toward Dorian. His eyes widened like those of a startled herbivore.

“Hmm.”

Heekyuk Je’s gaze snapped toward Dorian.

“This person is….”
“The quartermaster of the Gwangpung Corps and heir to the Sepia Trading Company.”

I revealed Dorian’s identity with a faint smile.

“Sepia Trading Company….”

Heekyuk Je swallowed hard the moment she heard Dorian’s identity.

“I hear that the successor of Sepia Trading Company says the Essence of Scorching Flame is so expensive these days that even the Thousand-Year Seolhwa falls short in value. What do you think?”

I held out my hands like a scale, lowering the heart of Lavashiri on one side and raising the Thousand-Year Seolhwa on the other.

“I hear Sepia Trading Company has been spreading its wings lately….”
“That’s right. I’ve heard they’re among the top three these days.”
“If the successor of such a merchant guild says so, it must be true.”

Dorian’s identity had taken effect on the spectators as well—they all began to think the Thousand-Year Seolhwa was insufficient.

“Tch….”

Three wrinkles etched themselves across Heekyuk Je’s forehead. She trembled slightly, then opened her dimensional pouch again and produced a blue orb.

“This is the Yeon Shun Pill, a spirit essence. It carries a chill no less potent than the Thousand-Year Seolhwa, so it should suffice.”

With each word she spoke, her voice carried a grinding, growling edge as she handed over the Yeon Shun Pill.

“Thank you. You’re as straightforward as they say.”

I smiled brightly and nodded. I opened the lid of the box containing the three spirit essences and held it up for the spectators to see.

“Woooooooow!”
“Raon! Raon! Raon Raon!”
“Gwangpung Corps! Gwangpung Corps! Gwangpung Corps!”
“This is what the Six Emperors are! What are the Divine Continent Five Regions!”

The spectators completely forgot the word “coward” that Sageomma had first mentioned, chanting only my name and the Gwangpung Corps.

I handed the box of spirit essences to Dorian and bowed to Heekyuk Je.

“Thank you for the invitation and such a generous gift.”
“…No, you’re simply taking what belongs to you.”
“I had a wonderful time here.”

At the mention of having enjoyed himself, Heegyukje’s complexion visibly darkened. The suppressed anger seemed to surge forth.

‘Of course it would.’

The fame he sought to gain through the duel tournament, the elixir he had prepared for his own disciple—I was taking it all, so he couldn’t possibly contain his rage.

“Hey! That was an incredible match!”

Guisalchang’s shout echoed from the platform. His own disciple had been utterly defeated, yet he cheered like that—this man was far from normal either.

Akgeomhu beside him kept her gaze lowered, her expression still unreadable.

Finally, I looked at Sageomma. His face had gone pale, and he was biting his lip.

“You’ve worked hard as well, Sageomma.”

Raon tilted his chin upward toward Sageomma and let out a mocking laugh.

“Grr….”

Sageomma’s hand slowly reached toward the sword at his waist. But he stopped before touching it and remained motionless.

‘Unfortunately, he won’t attack.’

I had thought Sageomma might charge at me despite his strength, given his shallow discipline, but it seemed he wasn’t quite that foolish.

Raon nodded to Heegyukje and Sageomma before descending from the Sparring Arena.

“Ugh….”

Left alone, Dorian shoved the elixir box into his pocket and broke into a cold sweat.

“I only said I didn’t know what elixir it was, so why….”

At Dorian’s murmur, Heegyukje’s face flushed crimson. She ground her teeth as she watched Raon descend from the Sparring Arena.

‘That damn bastard!’

*

*

*

-Are you really even human?

Wrath glanced back over his shoulder and let out a hollow laugh.

-Did some scheming celestial bastard sneak into your bloodline or something? How in the world did you come up with such a con in that situation!

He shook his thick jaw, marveling at how I’d managed to exploit Dorian in that moment.

‘It was pure luck.’

I smiled faintly. When I’d called upon Dorian to secure the elixir, his status had suddenly come to mind, so I’d taken a shot in the dark—and it had worked perfectly. Since it was entirely fortune, there was little to say in my defense.

Recalling how Heekyukje’s face had flushed crimson moments ago, I couldn’t help but grin. A satisfying warmth bloomed in my chest as I made my way toward the Temporary Medical Facility.
Feeling a sense of relief wash over me, I headed toward the Temporary Medical Facility.

Lunan Slion and Martha were still lying down, not yet regaining consciousness. Upon examination by sense, both of their major injuries had been treated.

Both the Ice Cream Girl and the Beef Girl are fine with me.

Wrath looked over Martha and Lunan Slion, then nodded. He was relieved—they were trustworthy in this regard.

‘Why?’
-Did she not suddenly transcend her realm? She requires time to settle herself.
‘I went through the same thing.’
“Yeah, I was the same way.”

He nodded, since it was something he had experienced himself.

“I never thought I’d see the day when this thug became a master.”

Looking at Martha, I smiled faintly. It was remarkable and heartwarming to see how that punk who had picked a fight with me the moment we met had come to understand the value of his comrades and become a master.

I turned my gaze toward Lunan, who slept with soft, rhythmic snores.

‘This one’s the same.’

Lunan, like Martha, had struggled to fit in with others.
Once brainwashed by Sylvia to fear blood, he had grown into someone who mastered martial arts to protect his comrades. I could only feel proud of him.

-Aren’t you the same?
‘Me?’
-Didn’t you also struggle to fit in with humans at first, standing apart from them?
‘That’s true.’

I nodded calmly at Wrath.

‘I’ve come to understand people a little better now.’

In my past life, I lived as a brainwashed assassin and never understood the value of family, friends, or comrades. I dismissed such things as meaningless illusions.

But living this new life changed that perspective.

Through Sylvia and the family of the Annex Building, I learned what family truly meant. Through the Gwangpung Corps, I discovered the value of friendship and camaraderie.

Because all of them were precious connections, I felt compelled to treat them even better going forward.

I walked out of the Healing Center with a gentle smile.

“Woooooow!”
“Raon! Excellent work!”
“Commander, you were the embodiment of swordsmanship itself!”
“Raon the magnificent! Raon the magnificent!”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps erupted in cheers and applause.

“You know what?”

I lifted my chin toward the Gwangpung Corps.

“I won this, not you.”

At those words, the Gwangpung Corps’ complexion drained to a sickly pallor.

“To think you’d force even me to intervene. How utterly pathetic.”
“Ah, no, you’re the master of everything, so what are we supposed to—”
“All of you will undergo concentration enhancement training the moment we return.”

I waved my hand dismissively, gesturing to encompass the entire Gwangpung Corps.

“Hey! I didn’t even go up there!”

Burren Zigheart’s eyes widened in protest.

“Who said you shouldn’t go?”
“You did, telling me not to!”
“Never mind. Just get ready to head back.”

I silenced him and turned away.

—No, wait…

Wrath stared at the Gwangpung Corps, whose morale had been utterly shattered, his mouth hanging open.

—He swore he’d do better! And he couldn’t even keep that promise for ten seconds? What kind of madness is this!

*

*

*

After instructing the Gwangpung Corps to return to the Dormitory and wait, I lifted my gaze toward the right side of the Spectator Stands.

The Red-haired Elf sat perched atop a hastily assembled table, drooling profusely as she counted the gold coins piled on the ground below.

I exhaled a low sigh and approached Rimer.

“Did you win quite a bit?”
“Huh? Our master’s here?”

Rimer slung a pouch brimming with gold coins over his shoulder, grinning widely. His face radiated brilliant light—delighted to be a nouveau riche again after so long.

“Just seeing you makes me feel full without eating!”

He patted my shoulder, saying I’d done really well.

“Your reputation made it harder to find entertainment, but you came up with this three-to-one odds idea perfectly!”

Rimer chuckled, thrilled that he’d received a payout of more than eight times his bet for the first time in ages.

“Will you return the credential badge first?”

I pointed to the Zigheart emblem embedded in Rimer’s chest.

“Ah, right.”

He chuckled and removed the badge proving his representative status, returning it to me. I checked it just in case—he hadn’t switched it.

“I won too much money to pull off a trick like that.”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively, telling me not to worry.

I didn’t withdraw my hand even after receiving the badge.

“Huh? What’s this?”
“You owe me a commission fee.”
“A… commission fee?”
“Since you sold my name here, you should pay me accordingly for its value.”

I wiggled my fingers toward the pouch of gold coins hanging from his shoulder.

“Don’t end up losing it all later.”
“Wow, you’re really ruthless. I’ve seen many people, but you’re the first one like this!”
“I’ve also never met an elf like you, sir.”
“Sigh!”

He exhaled deeply and pulled money from the pouch of gold coins.

I narrowed my eyes as I accepted the gold coins from Rimer.

‘Something’s off.’

The Rimer I knew before would never hand over money so easily.
It was strange to see the person who should be clinging to my pants suddenly offering payment without resistance.

‘Especially….’

I could still feel the anger burning within him.

Despite securing the money, Rimer’s heart remained turbulent. I sensed a viscous rage smoldering in his chest.

‘Wrath.’
-Aye, that bastard still burns with fury.

Wrath nodded, confirming he saw it clearly.

“Master Rimer.”

I approached Rimer and smacked my lips briefly.

“Hey, let me eat too. If you take any more than this….”
“Have you heard the saying that joy multiplies when shared, but sorrow halves when shared?”
“Well, I’ve heard it before….”

He widened his eyes in surprise at my sudden words.

“When I descended from the Sparring Arena after winning my duel today, the members of the Gwangpung Corps congratulated me, and I felt happier than I did at the moment of victory itself. Thanks to that, I learned the saying was true.”

I gazed at Rimer with a faint smile.

“I know you still don’t trust me much, but if you share your burdens, they will become lighter. If there’s anything troubling you that you’d like to discuss, come find me anytime.”

I lowered my head and left the Spectator Stands, exiting the Sparring Arena.

-You’re in a good mood and you’re still lecturing the kids? Do you seriously have something wrong with your head? Maybe get a health checkup….
‘Shut up.’

I pushed away Wrath, who was shouting about how a human was receiving a lecture on character from a Demon Lord, and left the Training Ground.

“Hmm….”

Rimer watched Raon’s receding figure with vacant eyes, his fingertips trembling.

[You’ve truly raised an excellent disciple.]

He received the aura message from Sheryl and nodded serenely.

“…Yes. I’m blessed beyond measure.”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————