The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 510

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Chapter 510

Martha slowly opened her eyes. A pristine white ceiling, meticulously maintained without a speck of dust, greeted her.

‘Where am I… oh.’

Perhaps because her mind was clear after waking, the events that had transpired came rushing back immediately.

‘I became a Master and lost consciousness.’

During the duel tournament of the Divine Continent Five Regions, I had gained enlightenment while facing a Master, and finally managed to draw forth the formidable power I had always desired.

‘It probably ended in a draw.’

Though I had lost consciousness, I clearly remembered striking that arrogant wretch Kalon with certainty.

Martha clenched her fist tightly. A tremendous force dormant within her dantian stirred.

‘This is no dream.’

My understanding of martial arts had deepened further. Now I felt certain I could achieve a decisive victory against Kalon.

‘What will that Raon say?’

I was burning with curiosity about what Raon would say upon seeing me reach Master rank. I desperately wanted to witness his reaction.

‘Given his personality, he won’t simply say I did well… hm?’

Martha chuckled to herself, then rolled her eyes. It had been noisy outside for a while now.

‘This must be the Healing Center.’

The neat interior and medicinal herbs placed nearby confirmed it was a healing facility. It bore the mark of a newly established city with considerable investment.

‘Should I go out?’

My body felt light after sleeping so long. Since I seemed capable of moving without issue, I loosely unwound the bandages and opened the infirmary door.

“Gaaaahhhhh!”
“Protect the abdomen first!”
“No, how are the arms like this…?”
“Th-the bleeding is too severe! There are more than three wounds in the abdomen! This person is already…!”
“Shut your mouth and focus on healing! These are the ones who brought the Third Prince’s divine token! Save them no matter what!”

The screams of patients and shouts of healers filled the Infirmary. The noise was deafening, yet strangely, the voices crying out seemed familiar.

“Surely not…?”

Martha pressed her lips together as she examined the face of the patient whose abdomen the healers were treating with healing magic.

‘What…?’

It was Dorian. Both his arms and legs were crushed as if pounded by a hammer, and his abdomen had a dark hole through it from which blood flowed endlessly.

“Where is the Divine Priest!”
“H-he’s coming soon!”
“Damn it! Those bastards are so sluggish even when money is thrown at them!”

A middle-aged healer in golden robes spat out curses as he applied medicinal paste to Dorian’s abdomen, sealed the hole with both hands, and sprayed blue energy over it.

“Ugh…!”

Dorian let out a barely audible groan. His throat moved faintly as if clinging to breath, but it seemed he wouldn’t last much longer.

Yet Dorian was not alone in his severe injuries.

Beside Dorian lay Burren Zigheart with one eye covered in blood, Lunan Slion with three holes pierced through his abdomen, and Mark Goeten with his left arm charred black.
All three trembled violently in their shoulders and necks from the intensity of their pain.

“Ugh…!”
“Gaaaahhhhh!”
“Kgh…!”
“P-please cut away the flesh! I can’t bear it…!”

The other Gwangpung Corps swordsmen also bore severe wounds across their bodies, their injuries darkened as if they had festered long ago.

‘D-demonic energy…?’

Was it the demonic energy?

Martha grabbed the wall beside her and sank to the ground.

“What in the world is happening!”

My legs gave out beneath me. I couldn’t stand. Kneeling, I turned my head.

‘Wait, hold on! Raon! Where is Raon….’

I didn’t know what had occurred, but if the Gwangpung Corps was injured this badly, Raon couldn’t possibly be unscathed.

As I crawled forward to search for Raon, I spotted Yua pulling herself up.

“Yua!”
“M-Martha sister!”

Yua, her shoulders and waist wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, rushed toward Martha.

“What happened? Please, tell me something….”

Martha’s pale lips trembled as she gripped Yua’s sleeve.

“While you were sleeping, the Holy Sword Master and the White Blood Cult Master attacked Barene.”
“The White Blood Cult Master….”

At the name of the White Blood Cult Master, my hands clenched involuntarily.

‘That monster again….’

Martha bit her lip until it bled, her gaze sweeping across the Gwangpung Corps writhing in agony.
Not content with taking my mother’s body, that creature had done this to my comrades—my heart raced as if it might burst.

“But we weren’t injured by those two.”
“What?”
“The Gwangpung Master and the Heavenly Sword Master opened a path for us to escape….”

Yua explained to Martha everything that had happened while she slept.

“Then… Raon is…?”
“…He remained there alone.”

Yua collapsed onto her backside and burst into tears.
As her sorrow-laden weeping filled the Healing Center, the patients who had been writhing in agony slowly closed their eyes and breathed peacefully.

Without realizing it, Yua had begun to hum a lullaby that soothed everyone around her.

“Huh…?”
“What is this?”
“Even the anesthesia didn’t take properly…”

The healers stared at Yua with wide eyes, appearing flustered by this unprecedented occurrence.

“Stop daydreaming! Move quickly!”
“Y-yes, my apologies!”

At the sharp command from the middle-aged man in golden robes, the other healers resumed their healing techniques.

“It will be fine.”

Martha grasped Yua’s trembling shoulders and shook her head.

“That monster of a man won’t die in a place like that.”
“R-really?”
“Yes. No one knows his miracles better than I do. Trust me.”

She stroked Yua’s hair, then turned away and struck her own thigh with a fist clenched so tightly it drew blood.

‘Damn it. Damn it! Damn it all!’

Tears streamed down my face from frustration—frustration that the Gwangpung Corps suffered terribly while I slept peacefully, that they protected me more than their own bodies, and that I could do nothing while Raon saved everyone else and remained alone on the battlefield.

What should I do?

I mustn’t panic. If Raon sent everyone to the Facility, then saving them according to his plan was the priority.

“First, let me contact the Family Estate.”

Everyone had been transported to the Healing Center in such a state that they likely hadn’t had the presence of mind to contact anyone yet.

Martha forced strength into her trembling legs and stood up.
After assessing the injuries and conditions of the entire Gwangpung Corps, she asked the Healing Center staff to contact Zigheart.
She instructed them to bring all necessary medicinal herbs and elixirs, then knelt before a middle-aged man in golden robes who appeared to be in charge.

“I’ll do anything. Please, just save them.”

Martha pressed her forehead to the ground, her lips trembling.

“The treatment fee has already been paid in full.”

The middle-aged man in golden robes pointed to the Third Prince’s blood-soaked token.

“But I do need assistance. Would it be acceptable to extract all of your aura? It will be quite painful, you understand?”

He narrowed his eyes as he asked if she could endure it.

“I don’t care if I can never use aura again.”

Martha moved to stand beside the middle-aged man without even wiping the blood flowing from her forehead.

“Good. Insert this into your arm.”

The middle-aged man pointed a needle as thick as a finger toward Martha’s arm.

Martha inserted the needle into her right arm, her lips grinding together.

‘Raon, you have to come back alive.’

I’ll save these people no matter what it takes.

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Wrath gazed at the transcendents with cold eyes, but watching from behind him, I felt cold sweat dripping down my spine.

-Hey!
“Why are you calling me?”

Wrath answered with a smirk, still maintaining his composure.

-What do you think will happen if you just walk out without a plan!

Raon let out a stifled cry toward Wrath.

-They can’t find out that you and I are connected!

The original plan was to exchange bodies with Wrath inside the barrier and then slip out unnoticed, but that insane Demon King had simply broken through the barrier as he was. My head spun with dizziness.

-If this goes wrong, everything falls apart!

If my connection to the Demon King were exposed, I wouldn’t just be cast out from Zigheart—the dragons might very well kill me.
Unless I transcended to a higher realm, I hadn’t even reached Grand Master yet, so this was absolutely the time to keep it hidden.

“You speak foolishly. None of those insects here could possibly know of the True Demon King’s connection to you.”
-They couldn’t know?
“Right now, the True Demon King wears his true form, not your body. His aura is wrapped in the demonic energy of frost, not your crude mana. There is not a single one of those vermin capable of detecting you within the True Demon King.”
-But there’s a time limit. If I suddenly change back….
“The power maintaining this form comes not only from your consciousness but also from the True Demon King’s demonic energy. Yes, there is a time limit, but the True Demon King can control it as he sees fit.”

Wrath shook his head, saying they wouldn’t make the connection even if they found it strange.

“Besides, your barrier still remains down there. When the True Demon King leaves this place, he will dispel it to draw their attention, so you need not worry.”
-Really?
“Have you ever seen the True Demon King lie?”
-…Hardly ever.

Except when he was being boastful, Wrath rarely lied. I could tell just from what he was doing now.

“But here’s the thing.”

Wrath’s lips curled into a long smile as his eyes shifted.

“What do you think will happen if your identity is exposed?”
-What?
“In truth, the True Demon King cares not if I am discovered. As a Demon Lord, hiding things sits poorly with me anyway.”
-Uh….
“But you are different, worm. How about this—shall I return your body to you after your identity is revealed?”

He flashed a mocking crescent-eyed smile.

-This bastard….
“One week.”

As Raon bit his lip, Wrath raised a single index finger.

-What?
“Swear that for one week after this matter concludes, you will eat all the food I desire.”
-Is this blackmail?
“I learned it from you. You taught me well by writing it down.”

Wrath chuckled, saying that effort was indeed rewarded.

-Ugh….

Feeding him whatever he wanted for a week wasn’t difficult. I would have done it without hesitation if he’d simply asked, but being subjected to this unexpected blackmail made my blood boil.

“You should decide quickly. Those below will find this strange.”

Wrath pointed downward with his finger at the Transcendents below.

I glanced at Rimer and Sheryl, then sighed.

-Fine. One week….
“The time limit has passed. It is now two weeks.”
-Hey!
“I learned this from you as well.”
-When did I ever do that!
“Hmm? Time has dragged on again. It has become three weeks….”
-Alright! Three weeks!

Fearing it would stretch to a month if I continued, I immediately agreed.

“So be it.”

Wrath nodded and smiled.

“With three weeks, even heaven’s interference won’t stop me from eating what I desire.”

He nodded, convinced that in three weeks, no matter how much heaven tried to obstruct him, he could consume whatever he wished.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Wrath descend to the ground.

-If you’re so eager to eat, why not just go in your own body right now?

Wrath shook his head with a grave expression.

“There are matters I must attend to first.”

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Heekyuk Je narrowed his eyes as he observed the being suspended in mid-air.

‘What in the world is that?’

That creature had torn through space itself and burst forth, destroying the formation he had so carefully prepared, but that was no longer the pressing concern.

‘What kind of aura is that?’

The aura this being possessed was as refined as divine power, yet as gloomy as demonic energy. Incompatible qualities flowed through a single body, and their magnitude was so vast they filled this entire space and overflowed.
Conflicting temperaments flowed within a single body, and their magnitude was so immense that they would overflow and fill this entire space.

“Is he even human?”

She was brushing her sea-colored hair, which shimmered in the fading sunlight, back over her shoulder—so beautifully androgynous that it was difficult to tell whether she was male or female.

Because of her beauty beyond human standards, mysterious aura, and overwhelming presence, she appeared to be something other than human.

‘I have no idea how this situation will unfold.’

The way she told me to lower my gaze suggested she held no particular fondness for me. I drew my aura upward, ready to counter an attack from her at any moment.

“Hmm….”
“Heh.”

The White Blood Cult Master’s lips trembled thinly with tension, while the Holy Sword Master’s eyes gleamed red like an excited gambler’s.

“Ugh!”
“Nngh….”

Guisalchang and Sageomma retreated as if crushed beneath Wrath’s overwhelming demonic energy—a pressure befitting warriors who wielded such formidable power.

“….”

Akgeomhu placed her hand on her sword hilt with the same serene gaze as always.

While all the transcendents tensed, I first assessed Rimer and Sheryl.

-Thank goodness.

Both were unharmed.

Though Rimer and Sheryl bore injuries, they weren’t as severe as those sustained by the Gwangpung Corps. If I created the right opening, they could escape on their own.

-Then… wait?

I smiled faintly as I noticed Merlin watching Wrath intently.

-She came after all.
‘Did that mad woman come too?’

Wrath let out a groan for the first time. I’d thought his nature might have changed now that his power had grown, but his temperament remained unchanged from when he was cotton candy.

-Of course she did.

When it came to obsession with Raon Zigheart, Merlin’s was unmatched across the entire Continent. It would have been stranger if she hadn’t come.

“The True Demon King.”

Wrath turned away, pretending not to see Merlin. His cold gaze swept down upon the transcendents as his lips twisted into a cruel smile.

“I told you to lower your eyes, didn’t I?”
“You!”

Sageomma’s jaw trembled as he pointed an accusatory finger at Wrath.

“You’re a demon! That murky aura—there’s no way you could possess such yin energy without demonic power… Ugh!”

The moment the words left his mouth, a sharp crack echoed through the air. His face snapped violently to the side, his cheek flushing crimson with blood.

“The True Demon King does not entertain questions.”

Wrath lowered the hand that had struck Sageomma’s cheek, turning his head slightly.

“Know your place before you move your mouth.”
“Ah….”

Sageomma’s trembling lips touched the cheek he’d just been struck across.

‘Did I just get hit?’

Even though he’d been bracing himself, he hadn’t properly perceived the blow until it connected. The terrifying power and speed—he wouldn’t lose even against the Holy Sword Master if they fought with true intent.
A terrifying power and speed. It seemed like he wouldn’t be pushed back even if fighting the Holy Sword Union Master who had revealed his true intentions.

“A, a Demon Lord? Why would a Demon Lord be in this place….”
“D-Demon Lords? Why are the Demon Lords here…?”

Wrath’s hand moved again as Sageomma let out a cry of astonishment.

When Sageomma’s pale hand, like one that had never been exposed to sunlight, advanced as a beam of light, Sageomma moved. He raised the back of his hand, which he manipulated with his energy, to defend against Wrath’s offensive and prepare for a counterattack.

But Wrath’s spear pierced through Sageomma’s defenses like a serpent burrowing in, and ultimately struck his cheek once more.

Blech!

Sageomma’s face bent downward, and a yellow tooth flew out of his mouth.

“Crude demon energy brushed against my senses, so I came to investigate. You, however, are far more repugnant.”
“Ugh….”

Sageomma staggered backward in disbelief, his eyes trembling.

“A… a true Demon Lord….”

Sageomma shook his head, his jaw quivering.

‘That’s right. It makes no sense unless he’s a Demon Lord.’

Demons lose their power the moment they enter the Human Realm. For someone to strike his prepared cheek with such force—it could only be a Demon Lord.

“Why would a Demon Lord suddenly appear….”

Guisalchang also tensed, biting his lip as he raised his spear.

“Huu….”

Akgeomhu steadied her breathing as if ready to draw her blade at any moment, her fingers gripping the sword hilt.

“Krahahahaha!”

The Holy Sword Master gripped his forehead and laughed, lowering his head.

“Then might I ask just one question? O Demon Lord?”

At his inquiry, Wrath tilted his chin as if to go ahead.

“Do you happen to use a sword?”
“I do not.”
“Tch.”

The Holy Sword Master’s interest waned at that, and he withdrew with a frown.

-Heh….

Raon exhaled softly as he watched the Holy Sword Master sigh, letting out a quiet breath.

-What the hell is that guy doing?

I’d heard he was a ghost obsessed with swords, but I never expected him to show no interest in the Demon Lords. He was thoroughly, completely insane.

“Demon Lords?”

A somewhat eerie voice made Wrath’s head snap around quickly.

“There’s a scent….”

It was Merlin. She approached Wrath, her mask slightly lifted, sniffing the air like a puppy out for a walk.

“It smells like Raon.”
“Ugh….”

Wrath flinched for the first time, his shoulders hunching.

-This bastard really….

Wrath’s fear of Merlin wasn’t an act. A being with a presence greater than the Holy Sword Master and the White Blood Cult Master cowering before her—it made no sense.

“Demon Lords?”

The White Blood Cult Master twisted her lips, examining Wrath’s entire body.

“You’re revealing it yourself? Are you so desperate to die?”

She let out a hollow laugh as if she found it absurd.

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the White Blood Cult Master.

‘The Charm Girl’s mother said this body’s owner was….’
-Right.

He remembered exactly what Martha had told him back then.

-You don’t mean to say….
“Listen here, parasite.”

Wrath extended his hand toward the White Blood Cult Master.

“Surrender that body.”
“What?”
“I said surrender that flesh and begone.”
“Already irritated enough, and now this mad demon is causing a scene.”

The White Blood Cult Master ground her teeth and summoned a colorless aura above her palm, hurling it toward Wrath. The energy carved through the blood-stained earth as it surged toward his heart.

“A parasitic insect ignorant of its place.”

Wrath laughed coldly and brushed his hand dismissively. The moment blue light rippled across his pristine palm, the White Blood Cult Master’s blood aura froze solid mid-strike.

“Huh? Frozen? The blood aura?”

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes widened as she stared at her blood aura suspended like a mobile, completely frozen.

“Crude. Just like your very existence.”

Wrath twisted his jaw mockingly, and the frozen blood aura shattered as it fell to the ground.

“I was curious what a Demon Lord’s blood would feel like. How convenient.”

The White Blood Cult Master spread both hands wide. Her hardened expression was framed by transparent blood aura shimmering like heat haze across her shoulders.

Ching!

The cold ring of a blade cut through the tension between them.

The Holy Sword Master’s Order moved beside the White Blood Cult Master and raised his sword toward Wrath.

“You’re joining in as well?”
“That freezing ability from moments ago intrigues me—whether it can truly counter my swordsmanship. Besides, a Demon Lord is an enemy of the entire Continent.”

He licked his lips, suggesting this would be more entertaining than anything else.

“You speak well for someone who accepted the Black Tower as an ally.”

Akgeomhu furrowed her brow as she assumed a sword-drawing stance.

“That’s one thing, this is another. But you won’t interfere with us capturing the Demon King, will you?”

The Holy Sword Master licked his lips with his tongue as he asked.

“….”
“Hmm….”

Heekyuk Je offered no response, while Guisalchang withdrew as if observing the situation.

Srrrrk.

Sageomma drew her blade with a vicious expression, seeking an opening in Wrath’s defense.

-Wrath!

Raon called out urgently to Wrath.

-Why aren’t you running? There’s no barrier like before!

Demons cannot exert their full power in the Human Realm. It would be difficult enough facing both the White Blood Cult Master and the Holy Sword Master, yet he refuses to retreat. I cannot fathom his reasoning.

‘You once told me this yourself. If you wish to fight in perfect condition, then spar only in the Training Ground. Your own words, turned back upon you.’
-What?
‘A coward who fights only safe battles cannot be called a king.’

Wrath straightened his posture and faced the Holy Sword Master and White Blood Cult Master. Despite his modest height, his presence loomed far more imposing.

‘A king does not yield the path, nor does he turn back. He leads his people forward and simply breaks through.’
-Ah….
‘If you wish to become a king of that land, then watch closely.’

I felt the sincerity behind Wrath’s words. His constant self-proclamation as a king stemmed from this very conviction.

“This True Demon King shall tear off that parasite’s head this day. If you wish to interfere, stake your lives.”

Wrath pointed toward the White Blood Cult Master, his lips twisting into a snarl. Above his sky-blue eyes, flames of fury flickered and danced.

“Come!”

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