The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 506

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Chapter 506

Glen gazed up at the darkened window, gnawing at his lip. Rarely did he display such profound emotion, his hand settling upon the hilt of the Jincheon Blade at his waist.

‘Orgos and the Gwangpung Corps….’

Chad had spoken of Orgos, the Vice Master of the Black Tower, clashing with the Gwangpung Corps, but that phrasing was inaccurate.
Should the Gwangpung Corps face Orgos, not a single member would survive.

Though not among the supreme echelon of the Six Emperors Five Demons, Orgos was himself a transcendent who had touched the heavens through martial prowess.
Even with Raon, Rimer, and Sheryl together, it would be difficult to endure—with only Raon and the Gwangpung Corps, it was absolutely impossible to contend.

‘The assumption that they won’t meet is equally meaningless.’

The one Orgos sought was Raon. At his level, even if the Gwangpung Corps became aware of the anomaly in Camelrun and hid or fled, he would find them.

‘That ring will be difficult to use as well.’

Chamber’s ring—the grand prize from the Six Emperors martial tournament held in the Owen Kingdom. If Raon deployed that ring at the opportune moment, he might escape this crisis.

Yet the ring’s power was so immense that it required not merely the mana within it, but Chamber’s mana as well. She, currently locked in battle with the Black Tower Master, would have no such luxury.

Uuuuung!

Glen tapped the hilt of the Jincheon Blade with trembling fingers. The blade, sensing its master’s unease, released a faint, mournful resonance.

‘Then there is no way to arrive in time.’

Considering the timeframe Chad had mentioned, unless the dimensional gate in Camelrun was restored, arriving at that location before Orgos and the Gwangpung Corps met was impossible.

Sigh.

Glen exhaled heavily and closed his eyes.

Raon’s awkward gaze. The occasional bewilderment that furrowed his brow—these images surfaced in his mind.
As the faces of Burren, Martha, Lunan, and the other children overlaid themselves, his heart constricted as though bound by chains.

‘No matter what I do, it will probably be too late. But still….’

I have to go.

Sitting here and thinking won’t yield any answers.
The right thing to do is to pour out every ounce of my strength and rush to Raon and the Gwangpung Corps.

“Chad. Where is the nearest dimensional gate?”

Glen Zigheart made his decision and withdrew his hand from the Divine Heavenly Sword.

“There’s a mid-sized city called Diol to the southwest of Camelrun. It should be somewhat closer than Owen or Balder.”

Chad answered without hesitation, as if he had prepared for this moment.

“Roen.”

Glen Zigheart cast off the cloak draped over his shoulders and headed toward the Audience Chamber’s door. His steps, now freed from anguish, were eerily silent.

“I will not look back.”

Roen bowed his head, his hand placed over his heart. The kindness that had once dwelled in his eyes sank into an impenetrable darkness.

“I shall follow.”

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An unnamed forest lying between the trading city Camelrun and Barene, the city of the Divine Continent Five Regions.

Wounded warriors, like scattered remnants of a defeated army, trudged through the forest path where white snowflowers bloomed instead of tender green leaves.

Dorian adjusted the bandage wrapped around his shoulder and turned his gaze backward. Not toward his companions walking beside him, but toward a place far in the distance, where he smacked his lips.

‘Will he be alright?’

I had witnessed the miracles Raon created from closer than anyone else, yet this time I couldn’t find peace of mind.

‘Because the opponent is a Grand Master.’

The gap between Master and Grand Master was far greater than that between Expert and Master.

No matter how exceptional Raon was, it was clear he’d be fighting with death as a possibility, and my stomach churned with worry.

‘I just hope he returns safely, whether he wins or loses.’

As Dorian pressed his temples, hoping for Raon’s safe return, he heard someone muttering from his right.
Turning his head, Burren was staring at his own hands, his lips moving soundlessly.

“I became a Master, I became a Master, I….”

Burren repeated the same words as if he still couldn’t believe he had become a Master.

Dorian smiled faintly as he looked at Burren’s scarred hands.

‘It’s not strange that he became a Master.’

Burren was of the Main Lineage of Zigheart. His ascension to Master was a natural progression.

Of course, his shock stemmed from reaching Master at just twenty-one years old, but considering everything he’d accomplished so far, even that wasn’t particularly remarkable.

‘He’s escaped death more than once or twice.’

Since Raon treated his training like actual combat, he’d nearly died countless times within the family, and in real missions, he’d always fought with his life on the line. His rapid growth in power was only natural.

‘He’s earned what he’s gained.’

Dorian left Burren to his pinching of his own cheeks and looked forward.
Lunan, wrapped in bandages from head to toe like a mummy, was rotating her arms with vacant eyes. Blue frost bloomed from her fingertips.

‘Lunan seems to be in good spirits too.’

Seeing that Lunan, who only cared about Raon and ice cream, couldn’t stay still, she too seemed amazed by her own ascension to Master.

Lunan had worked just as hard as Burren, if not more, so her becoming a Master was entirely natural.

‘The most surprising thing, though…’

Dorian smiled faintly and glanced toward the left where Mark Goeten stood.

‘It’s that old man, isn’t it.’

Mark Goeten clutched the black-edged sword that Raon had bestowed upon him, his eyes still glistening with tears.

‘He’s quite the crier. I suppose I would have been the same, but…’

No, I wouldn’t have endured it.

Mark Goeten had ascended to Master rank swiftly, but his growth had stalled, leaving him to watch from behind as others surpassed him.

He hadn’t been scorned from the beginning—he’d started with reverence before it crumbled—so the criticism from others must have cut far deeper.

Yet Mark Goeten had overcome such wounds, humiliation, and despair to rise again. He had steadied his resolve by serving Raon, who was far younger than himself, as his lord.

Others had mocked him for being late, and even while training alongside the Gwangpung Unit—men young enough to be his sons—he never abandoned the Way.

After countless trials and tribulations, he had finally reached his goal of intermediate Master rank, and the emotion that washed over him was far greater than what others felt upon becoming Masters.

‘I hope you continue to advance from here on.’

Dorian bowed his head slightly toward Mark Goeten, his gaze filled with respect.

‘Could I ever reach Master rank myself?’

Truthfully, he had never even entertained the thought of becoming a Master.

But now that three of the squad leaders had reached Master rank, and he himself had touched the threshold of that wall, perhaps it wasn’t impossible.

‘Without Raon, I could never have imagined becoming a Master in my entire life.’

From his days as a trainee, through the Lower Castle, the Gwangpung Unit, the Sepia Trading Company, and now the Gwangpung Corps—he had received countless blessings from him.

It was thanks to Raon that he had become a swordsman of Zigheart, and for that, he could only feel gratitude.

‘It’s a debt I must repay, even if it costs my life.’

I’m a coward, so no one would believe me if I said it, but for Raon, I could truly sacrifice my life.

Dorian smiled as he recalled Raon’s face.

‘Of course, if I said something like that to Raon, he’d just nag me to swing my sword more.’

Now I could roughly predict how he’d move and what he’d think.

Since I’d spent the most time with Raon, I could anticipate what he’d say.

“There’s no need to worry too much.”

When Dorian turned back while recalling Raon, Burren lowered his hand and shook his head.

“That monster will finish everything and come back thinking about how to train us.”
“Right. We just need to think about surprising Raon.”

Lunan nodded, saying he’d brag about becoming a Master and ask for ice cream.

“Don’t you trust our lord?”
“But our lord is Rimer…”
“Oh, right.”
“Doesn’t matter. Raon really does seem like the true lord anyway.”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen dispelled their anxiety about Raon with light banter.

“That’s right.”

When Dorian chuckled and nodded, Deningrose at the very front and her escort stopped walking.

“Why…?”

As I was about to ask why they’d stopped, the forest ended and a field opened up, revealing the full view of Camelrun.

“What, what is this!”

Dorian’s eyes widened. The walls and buildings of Camelrun were crushed and crumbled, and thick black smoke billowed up into the sky.

The city was being destroyed in real time. Even from this distance, my fingertips trembled from the powerful waves of force erupting from within Camelrun.

“Camelun was attacked too?”

Deningrose bit her lip as she watched the spire crumble.

“This is insane….”
“Ah….”

Burren and Lunan also seemed unable to have anticipated such circumstances, their words catching in their throats as they stared at the burning Camelun.

“What, what do we do?”
“If not Camelun, then Owen or Valcar….”
“Camelun is protected by Owen and Valcar. They won’t be safe either!”

The martial artists of the Neutral Factions were also flustered, their faces flushed with panic. The civilians, uncertain what to do, merely watched the eyes of those around them.

“Ugh….”

Dorian grasped his trembling wrist, his jaw quivering.

‘How did this happen?’

I had thought everything would be resolved once I arrived at Camelun and waited for Raon, Sheryl, and Rimer. I never imagined this place would come under attack as well.
The crisis that had subsided came crashing down like a tidal wave, overwhelming my entire body.

“….”

Deningrose surveyed the panorama of Camelun, where light and darkness flickered, then turned away. Her complexion had gone as pale as snow blanketing the field.

“It appears the Black Tower is attacking Camelun. The Valkar Kingdom seems to be defending, but it doesn’t look promising.”

She shook her head, indicating that going to Camelun now was not a wise choice.

“Extinguish the fires first!”

Burren quickly assessed the situation and ordered the martial artists to extinguish the torches and lanterns they were carrying.

The people, their expressions hardening, snuffed out the torches and lanterns. They had realized that Camelun was no longer a place of life, but of death.

“Remaining here is also unwise.”

Deningrose shook her head as she gazed upon the field stretching toward Camelrun. With everything laid bare in all directions, her assessment seemed accurate—the path was perilous indeed.

“We should return to the Forest.”

The moment Burren heard Deningrose’s words, he turned back. He made his way toward the small hill he had noted during their approach.

“Poyen.”

As Deningrose snapped her fingers, guards dressed in night-colored garments emerged from behind her.

“Erase our tracks.”

At her command, the guards dispersed toward the entrance and exit.

“Kasia. Lend your assistance as well.”
“Understood.”

At Ensia’s gesture, the guard called Kasia moved toward the entrance.

Kasia and the Black Market’s warriors divided their efforts between the forest’s entrance and exit, erasing the traces left upon the ground.
The snow made discovery likely, but doing something was better than doing nothing.

“What would be our best course of action?”

Burren exhaled softly and turned his gaze toward Deningrose.

“We cannot proceed to Camelrun. Given that Valcar’s mages have arrived, Valcar doesn’t seem promising either. That leaves Owen or Diol, a small city….”

Deningrose presented multiple options, allowing her companions to choose.

“Owen or Diol….”
“However, both require us to leave this Forest, which greatly increases the risk of being discovered.”

She narrowed her eyes, noting they could face ambush during the journey.

“W-what if we simply hide here for now?”

Dorian crawled forward toward the two of them.

“Hmm, I agree that staying here seems like the best option. Since the Black Tower attacked Camelrun, they must have a specific objective in mind. I doubt they’ll venture this far down.”

Burren nodded in agreement with Dorian’s assessment and turned his gaze toward Deningrose.

“I think that’s sound reasoning. However….”

Deningrose rubbed her fingers against the ground, her jaw clenching tightly.

“What troubles you?”
“Because Raon has a conflict with the Black Tower, there’s a possibility they might come down here to pursue him….”

She exhaled heavily, noting that the Black Tower was the most tenacious of the Five Demons.

“Ah….”

Dorian’s fingers trembled where they gripped the hilt of his sword.

‘That’s right.’

Raon was a warrior of the Black Tower—and moreover, one who had incurred a conflict with the Deputy Master. There was indeed a possibility that the Black Tower might move to target Raon, just as Deningrose suggested.

“For now, I think our best course is to hold our ground, assess the situation, and move when the rescue squad arrives from Owen.”
“Understood. We’ll proceed accordingly….”

As Burren nodded, Deningrose’s guards—whom she had ordered to erase all traces—returned.

“We couldn’t eliminate everything, but we’ve cleared all the critical evidence.”
“Thank you, Poyen.”

Deningrose smiled warmly at Poyen.

“It’s no trou—”

Poyen shook her head, then froze abruptly.

“Ah, Miss. Run—”

Her neck twisted a full 180 degrees with a sickening crack as she tried to warn them to flee.

Thud.

The Master-class warrior who had been breathing just moments before collapsed where he stood.

“No, Ensia!”

As Kasia, Ensia’s escort, mouthed a desperate warning to flee, azure flames erupted across her shoulders.

Whoooosh!

Kasia attempted to repel the inferno with her inner force, but the blue fire only burned more intensely, reducing her body to ash in an instant.

A moment of silence. Then came terror and screams.

“Ahhhhh!”
“What, what is this!”
“What in the….”
“Poyen!”
“Kasia!”

Everyone recoiled in horror, while Deningrose and Ensia screamed and fell to their knees.

“Lady Deningrose!”
“We must withdraw!”

It was then that Dorian grabbed hold of Deningrose and Ensia, attempting to drag them away.

Something massive hovered in the sky above.

I lifted my trembling jaw and raised my eyes. A Strange Being with skin as dark as shadow itself and white eyes devoid of pupils stood upon the heavens as if ascending invisible stairs.

Not particularly tall or large in frame—smaller than average, one might say. Yet the presence emanating from it engulfed the entire sky.

Even from my limited perspective, it seemed no different from those called Transcendents—the leaders of the Divine Continent Five Regions, the Holy Sword Master, or the White Blood Cult Master.

“The, the Flame Demon General Orgos….”

At Deningrose’s trembling voice, Dorian released her arm.

‘Flame Demon General….’

I didn’t know the name Orgos, but there was no way I could be unfamiliar with the epithet Flame Demon General. A vice-tower master of the Black Tower who had transcended to the realm of the extraordinary. Now that I saw him, his black skin and white eyes matched what I’d heard.

Orgos’s white eyes twisted. Since his pupils were invisible, I couldn’t tell where his gaze was directed.

No—before that, Orgos’s overwhelming presence had silenced everyone in the room.

“So it’s Zigheart.”

He spoke Zigheart’s name immediately, as if he already knew the Gwangpung Corps was here.

“Where is Raon Zigheart?”
“Ah….”

At Orgos’s words, Dorian’s heart clenched tight.

‘He came directly to find Raon?’

Deningrose’s information hadn’t been wrong. He’d definitely come here in person to kill Raon, who had interfered with his attempt to capture Drake in Weathers Village.

Boom!

Something exploded behind me. Hot liquid dripped onto my head—it reeked of blood. Someone had died.

“That’s the second. Where is Raon Zigheart?”

Orgos’s question continued. No one answered, and someone else burst apart.

My jaw trembled. I was terrified his white eyes might turn toward me, yet I was also afraid—afraid that someone might reveal Raon’s location.

Boom!

Another person died. I couldn’t tell if it was someone from the Gwangpung Corps, a neutral faction member, or a civilian. I didn’t have the courage to turn around.

Drip, drip.

Blood dripped beneath Orgos’s feet. It wasn’t fresh blood from this place. It seemed to be the blood of those who had gone to Camelrun before us.

‘Raon will die.’

Having crossed the threshold between life and death countless times, I could see it clearly. If I revealed where Raon was now, I might live, but Raon would certainly perish.
No matter how much of a genius he was, he could not survive before a monster that touched the heavens.

‘Then… then…’

I had to step forward. This was the moment to die in his stead.

I had sworn to sacrifice my life for Raon, and now came the moment to honor that vow, yet courage eluded me. I despised pain, and death terrified me.

But if I survived here without doing anything, I would regret it for the rest of my life. That was worse than death itself.

“This is your last chance. Where is Raon Zigheart?”

Orgos raised his hand as though he would slaughter them all. An eerie flame of light blazed above his palm.

Crunch!

Dorian bit his tongue between his teeth and lifted his head. Fear made his entire body tremble uncontrollably, but he filled that fear with pain instead.

What filled his mind was not merely gratitude toward Raon.

Their first meeting—he recalled that sickly, small boy with sharp eyes that held loneliness and desolation within them.

Now, shedding that loneliness, he thought of that child who cherished his comrades like family, and straightened his spine, which had been bent by terror.

Boom!

Gripping his sword like a ceremonial salute to the person he revered most, he stamped his foot fiercely against the snow-covered battlefield.

“I am.”

His voice would not come. He forced his aura up from his aching core and continued.

“I am Raon Zigheart!”

The gazes of Burren, Lunan, and everyone present shifted from Orgos to Dorian.

“….”

Orgos rotated his fingers in a slow, deliberate circle.

Crack!

The sound of bone being crushed echoed through the air, and Dorian’s arm twisted grotesquely in its socket.

“Gahhhhhhh!”

Dorian collapsed to his knees, clutching his mangled right arm.

“Insolent worm.”

At Orgos’s gesture, Dorian’s body lifted effortlessly into the air, suspended against the sky.

“A creature who hasn’t even reached Master rank dares speak to me thus?”
“Are your ears failing you, old man?”

In Dorian’s twisted eyes, fear and exhilaration mingled in equal measure.

“I am. The White Sword Dragon. Raon Zigheart!”
“Ha.”

Orgos let out a hollow laugh before striking Dorian’s left shoulder with brutal force.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Dorian flew backward and crashed into the ground. Blood poured from his mouth in a torrent—his internal injuries were severe.

“Speak such nonsense again, and I’ll snap your neck.”

Orgos’s white eyes gleamed with sincerity, thin veins rising visibly across them.

“I… I am Raon….”

Dorian staggered to his feet, his shattered arms trembling beneath him. He spat the blackened blood pooling in his mouth and lifted his head.

“Zigheart….”
“I am Raon Zigheart!”

Burren Zigheart stepped forward to shield Dorian, his roar shaking the air. He understood why Dorian had come forward.

“I am Raon Zigheart.”

Lunan Slion blocked Dorian’s path as well, drawing Seolhwa from its sheath.

“I am Raon Zigheart.”

Mark Goeten was the first to step before the three of them, as if willing to die, raising his black blade high.

“Worms.”

At Orgos’s casual gesture, Burren’s shoulder was torn away, a hole erupted through Lunan’s abdomen, and Mark Goeten crashed into the battlefield with his black blade shattered.

“Cough….”
“Ugh….”

All three, their wounds not fully healed, trembled violently as they spat blood.

Yet none of them remained lying down.

Burren and Lunan rose to their feet, clutching their torn wounds with their hands, while Mark Goeten gritted his teeth, gripping the halved blade in both hands. Even Dorian, bearing the heaviest injuries, leaned against a boulder and exhaled breath mingled with the scent of blood.

Before the four who had accepted death, the Gwangpung Corps stepped forward and raised their swords.

And all of them cried out.

“I am Raon Zigheart!”

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