The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 516

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Chapter 516

The crimson blade that embodied Glen Zigheart’s martial mastery and life shattered the Holy Sword Master’s black sword. The ashen flames that had been ignited by the Sword of Sorrow melted away without a trace, and the fragmented blade sank into the frigid lake.

The Formless Sword that had been supporting the Sword of Sorrow could not withstand the sharpness of the crimson blade either. The colorless aura that had been as clear as sunlight faded into a gentle shimmer and dissipated.

The Sword of Sorrow technique and the Formless Sword. Even after shattering the ultimate harmony that should not exist in this world, Glen’s blade did not stop.

To end this battle, he unleashed a brilliant surge of light toward the Holy Sword Master.

“Is that the sword you have built?”

The Holy Sword Master spread both arms, blood pouring from his wounds, his face radiant with ecstasy.

“To die by such swordsmanship would be glory itself! Come! Glen Zigheart!”

He did not flee. Instead, with eyes wide as if commanding death itself, he took a step forward. A monster who concentrated on the sword more than life itself. The description of being obsessed with swordsmanship was not wrong in the slightest.

Glen paid no heed to the Holy Sword Master’s intentions. Maintaining the tranquil spirit he had held since the beginning of this fight, he extended the Lightning Sword.

Kuguguguguguguuu!

Just as the crimson lightning embedded in the sword’s edge exploded and was about to erase everything, a tremendous wave of mana erupted from the left hill and the sky above.

It was the White Blood Cult Master and the Dragon Lord, now fully manifested.

The White Blood Cult Master poured out blood-infused weapons aimed at his life, while the Dragon Lord activated a dragon incantation to disperse the force, seemingly to reduce the impact of the sword strike.

‘Hmm…’

Glen ignored both of them as he extended his sword strike, his eyes narrowing to slits.

‘Was there another one?’

An enormous surge of demonic energy rushed from behind the Holy Sword Master.

I had anticipated the movements of the White Blood Cult Master and the Dragon Lord, but I failed to read the presence that approached from behind the Holy Sword Master.
That immense demonic energy could only belong to the Black Tower Master who had attacked Camelrun.

“It matters not if you interfere. I will simply cut you all down.”

I clenched my teeth and unleashed the ultimate technique of a sword whose name I had yet to bestow.

Kuwaaaaang!

Even with the dragon language diminishing the sword strike’s power, a terrifying explosion erupted.

The lake’s waters evaporated entirely, and the earth’s axis twisted violently.

An endless pillar of gray smoke rose to connect heaven and earth, and a tremor that seemed to overturn the very ground engulfed the world.

Within that hellish scene, Glen brought down the Thunder Sword. The aftermath of that devastatingly powerful strike left the torn space unhealed, creating bizarre luminous cracks.

I gazed beyond the cracks. Nothing remained. The Holy Sword Master, the Black Tower Master who had tried to protect him, and the White Blood Cult Master who had launched the ambush—all had vanished.

“….”

Glen steadied his breathing inwardly and lowered his gaze. The freshly carved earth was drenched in a copious amount of blood. The Holy Sword Master’s blood.

‘I struck true.’

Even with the dragon language reducing the strike’s power, I had certainly cleaved through the Holy Sword Master’s chest.
The demonic robe had enveloped the Holy Sword Master before the explosion, but even the Black Tower Master could not absorb all of that impact.

‘But I must have missed those two.’

Since the White Blood Cult Master and Black Tower Master had been positioned behind the Holy Sword Master, they had undoubtedly escaped using sorcery.

Tsk.

Glen clicked his tongue briefly and lowered the Thunder Sword. The crimson lightning faded, revealing the original Heavenly Sword beneath. For the first time, the blade felt heavy.

‘I expended too much power.’

Had I not achieved that revelation and instead maintained my focus on the Heavenly Sword until the end, I might have defeated the Holy Sword Master.

But I didn’t want to let slip the true essence of the martial way that I’d grasped thanks to Raon. I organized my understanding with the thought that someday I would teach that child.

‘Exhausted or not, I must finish what remains.’

Glen Zigheart lifted his head and narrowed his eyes. Beneath the moonlight, the massive dragon’s pupils rippled violently.

“Come down.”
[Mmm….]

The Dragon Lord released a low groan and transformed into human form, his feet touching the ground.

“Are you saying you’ll stand with Oma?”

The Dragon Lord trembled at Glen Zigheart’s frigid gaze.

“N-no, that’s not it!”

The Dragon Lord shook his head frantically.

“Human factions mean nothing to us!”

He raised his staff, pointing toward the spatial rift that still twisted unnaturally.

“Northern Destruction King. Your blade just now was far too dangerous. Had I not diminished its power, that rift might have torn open endlessly.”
“….”

Glen Zigheart turned his gaze away without a word. As the Dragon Lord said, the torn space remained unsealed. Strange sparks erupted from it, and the fissure gradually widened.

[Close.]

Only after the Dragon Lord chanted in draconic tongue did the severed space seal shut and return to its original state. The relentless sparks slowly subsided.

“Your power is dangerous. Now it even inspires fear.”

A dread previously absent flickered in his eyes.

“Your remaining time has grown shorter still, but that….”
“Lord.”

Glen’s dry tone silenced the Dragon Lord.

“As I’ve said before, I handle my own affairs. I will bear all karma and sin, so you need not concern yourself. And….”

He lifted the Heavenly Sword before the Dragon Lord’s wavering eyes.

“This is my final warning. If you interfere even once more, I will interpret it as a declaration of war.”
“Th-that is….”

The Dragon Lord exhaled sharply, as if utterly dumbfounded.

“You would wage war against our dragons?”
“Do I seem incapable?”
“Hmm….”

The Dragon Lord could not answer. Glen’s gaze gleamed with an eerie light that spoke only of sincerity.

‘Perhaps now….’

To anyone’s eye, Glen appeared exhausted—and in such a state, perhaps he could be slain. His fingers twitched involuntarily.

‘With two of us, it might be possible….’

As he deliberated whether to strike, Glen let out a scoff.

“Will you try now? I have no objection.”

Glen summoned crimson lightning across his blade, as if inviting the Dragon Lord to come.

The Dragon Lord swallowed hard. No matter how exhausted he was, the swordplay he had witnessed moments before—that blade which even the dragon’s mightiest weapon, its breath, could not touch—flooded his mind, and cold sweat trickled down his spine.

“I harbor no such intention. Only know that we, too, must do what we must do.”
“I wish that were not a double standard applied only to you.”
“Hmm….”

Unable to respond, he released a low groan before vanishing into golden light.

“Phew….”

As Glen exhaled the breath he’d been holding, blue light shimmered, and Chamber, Yeongwha’s Grand Mage, materialized before him.

“The Black Tower Master came this way, didn’t he?”

Chamber’s condition was dire. Her robes were torn in countless places, blood seeping from the wounds, and the immense magical power she commanded had been drained nearly to nothing. Even the wide-brimmed hat that defined her identity was nowhere to be seen.

“You took quite a beating.”
“He obtained Freya’s Robe.”
“Freya’s Robe?”
“Yes. The Black Market had been concealing it, but it fell into his hands.”

She twisted her lips in frustration at having lost such a dangerous artifact.

“Freya’s Robe, then….”

Glen stroked his chin thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing.

‘Was that it from before?’

The demonic robe the Black Tower Master had wrapped around the dying Holy Sword Master must have been Freya’s Robe.

“I’m sorry. I should have stopped him….”

Chamber furrowed her brow, lamenting that there had been no way to intercept him the moment he spotted the Silent Sword Master and fled.

“It’s fine.”

Glen gave Chamber’s weary shoulders a light pat. With the Black Tower Master already having the worst matchup against him, gaining a new artifact on top of that made her survival this long a feat worthy of praise.
He had no desire to reproach her, especially since the Gwangpung Corps owed their lives to her efforts.

“Huh?”

Chamber’s eyes widened in surprise at his response, her hand gripping his shoulder. He’d considered asking her for transportation, but seeing her depleted stamina and mana, he decided against it.

“I should be on my way.”

The most pressing matter now was the fate of Raon and the Gwangpung Corps. He channeled the aura that had surged within him through the mana circuits in his legs and stepped into Transcendent Movement.

It wasn’t long before the Owen Kingdom came into view. Just as he was about to leap over the castle wall, Roen standing before the city gate caught his eye.

“Roen?”
“I have been waiting.”

Roen bowed his head silently, as if he had trusted Glen Zigheart all along.

“What has happened? What of Raon and the Gwangpung Unit?”
“The Gwangpung Unit has recovered enough to move. Most of them should have no lingering aftereffects.”
“What do you mean….”
“Actually….”

He swiftly reported everything that had transpired.

“Then you still haven’t found Raon.”
“That’s….”

For the first time, Roen faltered, unable to continue, and shook his head.

“What happened?”
“There was contact from the main house regarding that matter.”
“The main house?”
“Yes.”

He approached Glen Zigheart with an unsteady gaze.

“Someone appeared claiming they would take Lord Raon away, and that person….”

After hearing the full account, thick veins bulged across Glen Zigheart’s forehead.

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“Hmm….”

I felt a chilling breeze that seemed to constrict my heart as I lifted my eyelids.
An endless white ceiling came into view. This was not reality. It was the Mental World I had examined countless times to construct the Sword Realm.

My inner world, where swords bloomed like flowers and flames danced in harmony and discord with the cold, had changed dramatically.

“I expected it, but this is severe.”

Far too much had been torn away.

At the center of my Mental World, where cold and heat raged, a pitch-black void gaped open.

From that invisible hole rose an extreme cold so intense it could freeze bone itself.

Yet the hole had stopped expanding, likely because of the sea-blue aura containing it.

‘What is this aura?’

As I narrowed my eyes at the aura sealing the void’s perimeter, a familiar cry echoed from behind me.

“This cannot be!”

Turning my head, I saw Wrath sitting at the table in the Annex Building. Not in his cotton-candy form—he was in his true shape, clutching his head.

‘What is he… ah.’

Seeing the skewers, pizza, bread, and ice cream scattered across the table, I understood why Wrath was acting this way.
He seemed to be yearning for the foods he couldn’t eat after his body changed, trying to taste them here in this world. Though it would mean nothing, of course.

“Curse it! I taste nothing even when I eat!”

Wrath stuffed food into his mouth, his eyes glistening with tears.

‘That’s definitely Wrath.’

Raon let out a hollow laugh. The sight of Wrath overwhelming the transcendents was still vivid in his mind, but seeing him sulk over fake food made it certain—this was the familiar Wrath.

Wrath.

Shaking my head side to side, I sat down across from Wrath.

“I’d rather die than be humiliated!”

Wrath slammed the table and gnashed his teeth.

“I cannot forget! The foods I failed to consume then continue to haunt my mind!”

He spoke those words and resumed eating, though he spat everything out, claiming it tasted terrible.

“I told you to eat quickly.”
“When will such an opportunity come again! One must eat when one can!”
“Yes. And that’s how you lost it all.”
“Ugh….”

Wrath, having nothing more to say, buried his head in the table and sobbed.

“Wrath. More importantly, that hole—my Mental World was severed, wasn’t it?”

I tapped Wrath’s head twice, then pointed to the black void protruding at the center.

“Why ask the obvious? It is your Mental World—the very essence of your soul that you have cultivated melting away.”
“I knew it, but seeing it directly… it’s far larger than I expected.”

I bit my lip as I gazed at the hole. I had steeled myself, but the fracture was far more massive than I had imagined. Wrath’s words about losing much weighed heavily upon me.

“That too has halted midway.”
“Halted?”
“Indeed. Someone from outside infused your lower dantian with intention and aura, temporarily stopping its progression.”

Wrath pointed to the sea-blue energy encircling the hole.

“Hmm….”

I examined that energy carefully, chewing my lip. To infuse intention and aura into the lower dantian would require the peak of a Grand Master or a Transcendent—yet I could not discern whose energy it was.

“I’ll only know for certain once I awaken.”

I exhaled deeply and gazed at the hole once more.

‘This tastes bitter.’

Having my Mental World severed felt like watching wild boars ravage a field I had painstakingly cultivated.

Of course, my stats and body might remain unchanged.
But the degradation of my soul’s rank—built up through countless achievements—cut far deeper than any physical wound.

“Do you regret it?”

Wrath asked, discarding the pizza peel.

“Not at all.”

I shook my head calmly.

“I have no regrets whatsoever.”

Orgos was relentless—had he survived, he would have pursued the Gwangpung Corps to the bitter end.
I would have needed to finish him there, even if it meant borrowing power from another Demon Lord instead of Wrath.

“I’ll simply build a new rank.”
“Easy words to speak.”
“It won’t take nearly as long as you think.”

I smiled faintly at Wrath.

‘Thanks to you, I’ve learned so much.’

Watching Wrath’s combat from the closest vantage point, I’d grasped new applications of cold energy. I’d even memorized the martial techniques of transcendents—so what I’d gained far exceeded what I’d lost.

I may be weakened for now, but I can climb even higher from here.

“Hmm, now that you’ve awakened, the True Demon King is fading as well.”

Wrath gestured at his translucent form, his eyes narrowing.

“Ah! You haven’t forgotten, have you? Three weeks! Three weeks! Remember it!”

He waved his hands frantically, insisting I never forget, before dissolving into foam and vanishing.

I chuckled softly, surveying the Mental World now empty of Wrath.
There were still many swords, but the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword were nowhere to be seen—perhaps they’d temporarily vanished because of that hole.

‘Since I don’t know when I’ll return, I might as well fill in that hole.’

The Mental World is my own life. I closed my eyes to refine the turbulent space through meditation and the operation of the Ring of Fire.

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As I organized the Mental World and gradually filled in the hole, I heard someone’s voice.

-…wake up!

Who is that?

-…on!

As I listened, the sound grew louder.

-Wake up already, I’m telling you!

Following the voice, my vision brightened.

“Huh…?”

I blinked dazedly. The Mental World vanished, and I saw an old, damp wooden ceiling above me.
Wrath’s round head floated into view.

-Finally awake! You pathetic wretch!

Wrath muttered that I was as lazy as Sloth, striking my head.

‘What are you talking about? We just met not long ago.’
-What are YOU talking about! You’ve been lying there for over two weeks!
‘Two weeks?’

I checked my body’s condition and let out a hollow laugh. It seemed I’d lost track of time while concentrating in the Mental World.
In a way, it was inevitable. I’d expended so much energy, and I’d received a dangerously high level of Wrath.

-You broke your promise again…
‘I know without you saying it.’

I understood why Wrath was angry. It was clearly because of the promise I’d made three weeks ago to let him eat whatever he wanted.

‘It’s about the three-week promise, right? I’ll extend it for you.’
-It’s useless now!
‘What do you mean?’

The creature I’d naturally expected to be delighted only deepened his scowl.

-There’s nothing here.
‘What?’
-We’re at sea right now!

Wrath shrieked and clutched his head.

‘Why am I at sea?’

I’d collapsed in the Owen Kingdom, yet the notion that I was now at sea—of all places—seemed impossible to believe.

-How would the True Demon King know that!
‘Hmm…’

I surveyed my surroundings. The small chamber swayed gently beneath me. It truly felt like the interior of a ship. I looked around, but neither the Soul Reaper Sword nor the Heavenly Sword were visible.

‘Who took the swords? More importantly… the sea…’

I moistened my parched lips and stepped out of the cabin. Several small doors lined the passage ahead.

Climbing the central staircase, I emerged to find a brilliant blue sky and an equally azure sea stretching before me.

In all four directions, not a trace of land existed. It was nothing but an endless expanse of ocean.

“It really is the sea…”
“You’re finally awake?”

A raspy woman’s voice came from behind me. When I turned, a woman with sunset-hued hair and bronze skin descended toward me.

“Who are you? No, wait—why am I here?”
“Why? What else would it be?”

She laughed sharply and pointed a finger at me.

“You’ve been kidnapped.”
“Kidnapped?”

I stepped back, studying the woman before me. She was a beauty with striking features and cool, refined looks, but that wasn’t what mattered. Her power—incomprehensible at first glance—marked her as a supreme master who had transcended even Grand Master tier.

“Who are you?”
“Who do you think I am?”

The woman smiled faintly, twirling her finger in a lazy circle.

“Once I collect your ransom from Zigheart…”
“Stop joking around. Aris Zigheart.”

As she muttered about how the ransom would let her live comfortably for the rest of her life, a familiar voice came from my right.
An old man with weak white hair but steel-like, muscular physique stood with narrowed eyes.

“Kuberard?”

It was Kuberard, the Continental Master Craftsman who had forged the Soul Reaper Sword after the Third Prince introduced us. He nodded slightly, as if acknowledging it had been a long time.

“Wait, hold on!”

I spun around in alarm, looking again at the woman with sunset-hued hair.

“Aris Zigheart? *The* Aris?”

Glen’s Eldest Daughter—whom I had never once seen since being born into Zigheart—was standing right here.

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