The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 518

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Chapter 518

-Roasted dragon! Now that’s delicious! The meat has a satisfying chew to it!

Wrath approached Aris with unmistakable interest.

-If you serve me roasted dragon, I might just forgive this thieving wench!

He arrogantly gestured toward Aris, who had apparently become a “thieving wench” in his estimation.

‘Please, just be quiet.’

I pushed Wrath aside as he danced through the air and studied Aris’s cold gaze. I had thought her a woman who simply sought peace and freedom, yet I had never seen her wear such an expression.
I thought he was just someone pursuing peace and freedom, but I didn’t know he could make that kind of expression.

“That’s right. A dragon.”
“That’s right. It’s a dragon.”

Aris slowly closed and opened her eyes.

“No, I have not.”
“Well, it hasn’t been long since that creature awakened.”
“Well, it hasn’t been that long since he woke up.”

She twisted her lips as she pulled at the threads of the wrist guard she was wearing.

“Hatred for humans?”
“You hate humans?”

Raon narrowed his eyebrows.

How is that possible?

The dragon race is known to act only as neutrals of the Continent, moving solely when Demon Lords descend or when abnormal incidents occur that humans or other races cannot resolve.
“In truth, it’s not merely hatred—it’s more akin to revulsion.”

“Actually, it’s not just dislike—it’s outright disgust.”

Aris’s eyes gleamed with a sharp, piercing intensity.

“Since that beast awakened from its slumber, it has annihilated over five coastal villages and cities.”

In her trembling breath, I could sense the fury she harbored toward the Light Dragon Kaibar.

“I had no knowledge of such incidents.”

Between preparing for the Divine Continent Five Regions conference and focusing on my own growth alongside the Gwangpung Corps, I never imagined that dragon attacks were occurring in distant coastal regions.

“Most dragons, as you likely suspect, regard humans as inferior beings and ignore them. But occasionally, a peculiar one emerges—much like how there’s always one madman among humans.”
“…I suppose so.”
“That’s Kaibar. Records indicate that centuries ago, it conducted massacres in major cities surrounding its nest.”

Aris furrowed her brow, muttering something about a mad lizard with waves crashing in its head.

-That woman speaks the truth.

Wrath nodded matter-of-factly.

-Not all lizards strut about with such pretense. As that thieving wench said, some are mad. And those kinds….

He suddenly dispelled the ominous atmosphere, patting his rotund belly.

-They become the True Demon King’s meal. How delightful. Roasted lizard!

Wrath drooled at the prospect of finally sinking his teeth into dragon flesh.

“So that’s why Kuberard is here.”

I ignored Wrath and turned my gaze toward Kuberard, who sat in his chair.

“To forge weapons for slaying the dragon.”

Every weapon in Kuberard’s workshop was massive and robust. I had wondered about their purpose, but now it was clear they were specialized arms for large-scale monsters.

“Correct.”

Kuberard gave a quiet nod of confirmation.

“I’m going to die soon anyway. I just wanted to feel the breeze one last time before the end.”
“Ha, there you go again. You heard that many people died, and you jumped right up saying we should go.”

Aris shrugged her shoulders, saying he was an incurable idealist.

“Nonsense!”

Kuberard waved his hand dismissively, embarrassed by the accusation.

‘As expected….’

I watched Kuberard’s reddened face and smiled faintly.

‘A truly virtuous person.’

Kuberard had forged the Soul Reaper Sword to console the souls of those who died at the White Blood Sect, and he had surrendered that legendary blade without asking for anything in return.

With all the wealth he had accumulated, he could have lived a life of leisure, yet seeing him risk his life on the sea to stop the dragon only deepened my respect for him.

‘And….’

I looked at Aris, who stood on the opposite side of Kuberard.

‘Aris is the same way.’

Dragons were like natural disasters to humanity. Even with all her protection, the fact that she was moving to hunt a dragon showed a depth of thought far beyond what an ordinary person would consider.

It wasn’t merely about pursuing freedom—she had even forced herself to become the Pirate King to protect those under her command, revealing that beneath her appearance lay a woman of considerable depth.

‘However….’

I moistened my dry lips as I regarded the two of them.

‘Capturing the Blue Dragon in the sea is nearly impossible.’

If one were to ask which dragon was the strongest, opinions would surely differ.

The Red Dragon, violent yet possessing the most devastating firepower; the Gold Dragon, commanding lightning and blessed with wisdom; the Green Dragon, whose very proximity brought toxins; and the Black Dragon, said to govern time itself.

Since everyone thinks differently, there are bound to be varying opinions.

But if you were to ask which dragon is the most difficult to hunt, all answers would align.

The Blue Dragon dwelling in the sea.

With its nest situated deep beneath the waves and commanding water and frigid power with absolute mastery, the Blue Dragon was no different from an impregnable fortress to mankind.

“Can you truly capture the Blue Dragon?”
“It won’t be easy, of course. Kaibar commands not only sea monsters but also the Sea Mist Clan. However….”

Arris raised her hand and clenched her fist, the sound of bones grinding echoing from her grip.

“It’s not in my nature to simply endure being beaten down.”

She smiled coldly, declaring it a task that must be done, come what may.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed Arris’s fist.

‘She’s different, somehow.’

At first, I had thought Rimer and Arris shared similar temperaments, but now I could discern subtle differences between them.

If Rimer were a biting winter wind sweeping freely through a frozen forest, then Arris was like a sea breeze from the vast ocean—one that could transform into a tempest at any moment.

“Can you help?”
“Before that….”

I deferred my answer and regarded Arris carefully.

“I would like to hear more about the Merchant Association you mentioned at the beginning.”

Arris had said that if I helped with this matter, the treatment of the Merchant Association would accelerate. I wanted to understand how that mechanism worked.

“Have you heard of the term ‘Qi Deity’?”
“I have.”

Raon nodded in acknowledgment.

‘The Head of House and the Sword Ghost both emphasized it.’

Both Glen Zigheart and Lectar had stressed that one’s spirit and energy must achieve harmony to properly unleash their martial power and ascend to higher realms—a lesson Raon held firmly in mind.

“Spirit is the body. What matters is how suited your physical form is for wielding martial techniques, and yours….”

Aris’s lips curved upward as she observed Raon.

“It’s both firm and flexible. Honestly, it’s already at Grand Master level or beyond. You haven’t even achieved a complete rebirth of flesh and bone, yet you’re already at that standard—I’m genuinely curious what you’ll become.”

Her gaze shifted to Raon’s dantian.

“Energy is mana. For us, it’s the aura of the dantian. Yours is strange too. The purity is so high it feels as though you’ve imprisoned nature’s mana itself within your dantian. I can’t fathom how a mere Master-level novice could possess such a thing.”

Aris shook her head, bewildered.

“I believe I was fortunate.”

Raon smiled faintly, feeling the ring of fire that encircled his heart.

‘In truth, it’s all thanks to the Ring of Fire.’

The Ring of Fire was a cultivation method that shaped a warrior’s body into its most ideal state.

Rather than simply making one stronger and faster, it transformed the body to align with the martial techniques one was learning—a process indistinguishable from a gradual rebirth of flesh and bone.

The aura, too, was continuously purified by the Ring of Fire, granting it a purity unmatched by any other energy in existence. This was the reason Raon could overcome warriors of higher realms.

“Finally, spirit is the upper dantian—a mystical space also called the soul’s grade or the Mental World.”

Aris continued, lightly tapping near her temple.

“Your upper dantian has developed a problem. It seems you cultivated it to the level of wielding an incomplete Sword Realm, but now you can’t open it, correct?”
“That’s correct.”

Raon nodded honestly.

“That’s because a massive hole opened up in your divine essence. Thanks to someone wonderful patching it up, you avoided the catastrophic situation of your divine essence itself collapsing.”

Aris pointed to herself and chuckled.

“…Thank you.”
“I wasn’t looking for thanks.”

She waved her hand and continued.

“I said it from the beginning. The upper dantian is essentially the quality of one’s soul.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Your goal isn’t to cultivate a new divine essence, but to restore the realm you previously achieved. So if you accomplish one great feat, you’ll be able to fill that hole. And that would be….”

She raised her finger, pointing through the open door at the vast sea beyond.

“Catching that one mad lizard causing a ruckus out there in the sea. That’ll solve it.”
“Hmm….”

I looked at Wrath without responding.

-That thieving woman speaks truth.

Wrath nodded, meeting Aris’s gaze.

-Thou didst tear away thy soul’s quality to summon the True Demon King. If thou buildest up such quality as she says, recovery shall come swiftly.
‘Then this is a good opportunity.’

I had thought I would need to spend considerable time on treatment after returning to the Family Estate, but if what she said was true, recovery would come far more quickly.
Of course, that was only possible if I could catch the Blue Dragon.

“May I ask one more thing?”
“You’re quite the talker for someone who looks quiet.”

Aris laughed softly and nodded.

“What is it? Go ahead.”
“You mentioned the Blue Dragon commands monsters. Is there perhaps a Sea Serpent among them?”
“Hey! Pirate King!”

She didn’t answer immediately, instead calling out toward the open door.

“Yes!”

Rabawin, who had reluctantly crowned himself the Pirate King, came rushing over.

“Were there Sea Serpents among the monsters that Gwangryong commanded?”
“About three have been sighted, including a King Sea Serpent.”
“I see.”

Aris smiled as if her question had been answered.

“But why Sea Serpents?”
“Well…”

Since Aris was also a member of the family and likely knew everything anyway, I explained that we were in the process of constructing Sylvia’s dantian.

“What a dutiful child. I like that.”
“Pardon?”
“Good. I’ll make sure to secure that for you no matter what.”

She patted my shoulder reassuringly. As I continued to feel, her personality was as refreshing as her appearance was striking.

“So, what’s your decision?”
“I may not be of great help in my current state…”

I gazed into Aris’s eyes, which seemed to ripple like waves, and nodded.

“I would be grateful for your assistance.”

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Robert Family Private Beach.

Derus Robert stood gazing out at the tranquil sea, hands clasped behind his back. As he lost himself in the horizon, Kubara appeared without a sound, her footsteps leaving no trace in the sand.

“The investigation is complete.”

Kubara set a tray of refreshments on the table and took her place behind Derus Robert.

Derus Robert turned around with deliberate slowness, as if bored. He settled into his chair, crossing his legs, and gestured for her to continue.

“Speak.”
“First, the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen survived. Some were on death’s door after Orgos’s assault, yet remarkably, they recovered completely that very day.”
“I’ve heard that much. What I want to know is how they recovered.”
“I interrogated the healers present at the scene, but they genuinely seem ignorant. They only said that when they awoke, even those the Royal Physician had given up on had been healed.”

Kubara delivered her report in a dry tone, as if reading from a book.

“Whenever Zigheart is involved, extraordinary things occur. And Raon Zigheart?”

Derus Robert brushed his gloved hands together, his eyes narrowing.

“His movements have not been detected anywhere on the Continent. Initially, they seemed intent on locating him—the Gwangpung Corps, the Heavenly Sword Squad, and other Zigheart divisions all conducted thorough searches of Owen, Camelrun, and Barene. But shortly after, they withdrew entirely.”

Kubara lifted her gaze, serene as the sea.

“Combining the current circumstances with the rumors circulating…”
“He’s dead?”
“That is Shadow’s assessment.”
“And Zigheart’s position?”
“They remain silent.”
“I see.”

Derus Robert turned his gaze toward the sea, his eyes closing slightly.

‘That must be it, then.’

Raon Zigheart had defeated the Holy Sword Union Master’s disciple and saved the Gwangpung Corps from Orgos, earning tremendous renown across the entire Continent.
Given his prior fame, rumors of his whereabouts should have spread everywhere by now.

Yet Zigheart had abandoned their search and fallen silent, while Raon’s movements remained undetected anywhere. Synthesizing all these facts yielded only one conclusion: death.

A soft exhale escaped.

Derus Robert removed his black leather gloves. Viscous blood trickled from the wound seared into the back of his hand like a burn mark. He moistened his lips with the blood flowing from that wound, his gaze growing distant and hollow.

“So it wasn’t, after all.”

What a pity.

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I leaned my back against the deck railing, watching the turbulent night sea before me. The wind was fierce.
We were en route to Aikar, the coastal city, to prepare for dragon hunting, and since time was scarce, the ship was pushing forward at full speed even through the night, causing it to pitch and sway considerably.

‘This isn’t so bad, actually.’

Truth be told, I’d never been particularly fond of the sea since the Robert Family estate was built on the coast, but standing here in the middle of the vast ocean, watching the night waters, my heart grew calm.

-What’s good about this?! The food is nothing but soup and dried meat!

Wrath shook his head vigorously, complaining that his mouth tasted like tree roots.

‘What can we do? We’re in a hurry.’

Everyone was busy with war preparations right now, and even the cook had been conscripted for the effort. This wasn’t the time to complain about food.

‘Once we reach the city, I’ll make sure you eat whatever you want. Don’t worry.’
-Really? You mean it?
‘Yeah. I told you I’d postpone the three-week promise.’

It was no exaggeration to say that the entire Gwangpung Corps had survived thanks to Wrath, so I was determined to keep my promise to let him eat whatever he desired for three weeks.

-Hah, so you do possess a conscience after all. How surprising.
‘You’re not viewing me as a villain, are you?’
-You are a demon’s—no, an angel’s seed. Absolutely untrustworthy.
‘Is that a compliment or an insult?’
-Obviously an insult!

Wrath let out a hearty laugh, apparently satisfied that I intended to honor my promise.

“Hmm….”

I gazed out at the sea, darkened like shadow itself, and bit my lip thoughtfully.

‘I’m not sure if I can win this.’
-Blue Dragon?
‘Right. It’s not an easy opponent.’
-A mere eel spawn, no different from any other. If it refuses to leave the sea, simply freeze it whole and be done with it.

Wrath blinked as if questioning why I would even hesitate over something so simple.

‘That’s only possible for you.’
-Hmph. So you finally recognize the True Demon King’s magnificence? Show proper reverence, you foolish human.

He wiggled his sausage-like fingers as if commanding me to bow immediately.

‘In that case….’

I swallowed hard and approached Wrath.

‘Can you teach me the abilities you used this time?’

Wrath had demonstrated an absurd divine power that even froze the martial techniques of transcendent beings. If I could learn that, it would be invaluable for this coming battle.

-Oho!

Wrath’s sky-blue eyes began to gleam with cunning delight.

-You wish to learn from the True Demon King?
‘Well….’
-Why would I bestow teachings upon you?

He turned his head sharply, clearly aware of his superior position.

‘Good is good, right? Once we finish this job properly, you’ll get to eat all those foods you’ve been craving.’
-Hmm, then I have an additional condition.
‘An additional condition?’
-Indeed. For one month, the True Demon King will….

It was then that the creature grinned and began stating his new terms.

[You have eliminated one who transcended human limits and touched the heavens.]
[You have achieved an Achievement impossible at your current realm.]
[All stats….]
[New trait….]
[New title….]
[Trait….]

Multiple messages flooded my mind, making it difficult to regain clarity.

-What?

Wrath’s eyes widened as he read the first message.

-One who transcended human limits and touched the heavens? You don’t mean that pathetic wretch who wielded such crude demonic energy?

The creature’s jaw trembled in disbelief.

-I was the one who killed that vermin, so why are the rewards going to you! This is outrageous! Where in the world is such injustice!
“Hmm….”

I calmly nodded while reviewing the messages.

‘Forget what I said earlier. I won’t be needing your help.’
-Nooooooooooo!

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