The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 533

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Chapter 533

“Ughhhh!”

Valmail’s lips trembled as he stared at the blade erupting from his chest.

“H-how is this….”

Since entering this place, I hadn’t let my guard down for even a moment. I handed the items to Lecia and didn’t relax my vigilance until she disappeared.

The only time I had loosened my focus was when I gouged out the eyes of that brat who had touched a nerve by spitting out my family’s name.

One second. Or perhaps not even a full second had elapsed, but the one who drove the blade into my back didn’t miss that fleeting moment.

He silently hurled daggers to sever the breath of the hidden assassins, predicted the direction I would move, and drove a blade straight into my heart.
A flawless chain of attacks with no gaps. He was a monster who had honed both martial prowess and assassination technique to their absolute limits.

‘Could it be… the Killing King himself?’

As Valmail’s mind conjured the image of Roen, Raon violently wrenched the blade from his heart.

Splash!

Crimson blood drenched the floor, and Valmail crumpled like a puppet with its strings severed.

“You… who are you….”
“I’d like to extract information, but unfortunately, time is not on my side.”

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he watched Valmail convulse.

‘If anyone sees this, everything falls apart.’

Above this place, assassins and necromancers filled every corner.
If I were caught torturing Valmail for information and discovered by the others, the entire situation would unravel. It’s unfortunate, but killing him here is the right move.

“Who are you? Who are you to….”
“Ask your master.”

I drew my blood-soaked blade with a cold, piercing gaze.

“Ugh… gah…!”

A thick crimson line bloomed across Valmail’s throat, spreading as his breath ceased.

-Hmph.

Wrath snorted, his eyes wide open as he stared at Valmail’s lifeless corpse.

-Does trash like this even understand what injustice feels like?

He shook his head in utter disbelief.

I gazed at Valmail for a moment, then unbuckled the sword he had been carrying and fastened it to my waist.

“Haa…!”

Malto, the second son of the Sikeron Family, trembled as he stared at me with his remaining eye.

‘Is he a monster…?’

This man had hurled a dagger and killed nearly twenty assassins in a single stroke, then pierced the heart of a master-level expert I couldn’t even hope to face with one blade.
His swordsmanship was so swift it defied the eye, his killing intent so restrained yet absolute—cold sweat trickled down my spine.

‘Who on earth is he?’

A monster wielding such power couldn’t possibly be unknown, yet no matter how hard I racked my mind, no name came to me.

“H-hey!”
“Save us!”
“Please, get us out of here!”

The warriors who had been staring blankly at Valmail finally snapped to their senses, crying out for help.

“…”
“Huff…”
“Ugh…”

When Raon sent a chilling gaze like the one he’d cast when killing Valmail, the warriors trapped behind the iron bars fell silent, their faces drained of color.

“W-weren’t you here to rescue us?”
“I’m the successor to a merchant guild! If you save us, I’ll give you anything you want!”
“I’m also affiliated with the Yupen Family, so if you let me out of here, I can gather as much gold as you desire!”

Despite their fear of Raon, the warriors cried out desperately for their lives to be spared.

“Be quiet.”

Raon silenced the warriors with a voice that seemed to split the air itself, then examined Valmail’s face.

‘A prominent nose, lips that don’t protrude. Disguising myself won’t be difficult.’
-Disguise?

Wrath tilted his head as if questioning what I was saying.

‘This bastard never even removed his robe or took off his mask. His height is similar to mine too, so it’ll work.’

From the conversation between Lecia and Valmail, their relationship didn’t seem particularly deep.
If I used this situation well, I could eliminate both troublesome necromancers in one stroke.

-Chasing two rabbits at once often means losing them both.
‘When did you ever say something sensible?’
-The True Demon King is always sensible!
‘The one who suggested we roast the fish from the lake before coming here—what’s sensible about that?’

Wrath had followed Valmail’s trail and, when passing by the lake, had spouted nonsense about how appetizing the fish looked and insisted we catch and eat some.

‘Either way, it should be fine.’

Raon rotated his right arm and smiled.

‘My arm is long enough to catch two rabbits at once.’

Shupel and Juran were high-ranking necromancers.
I could kill one through assassination, but there was a chance I’d lose the other.
If either of them managed to escape, it would create troublesome complications, so I wanted to eliminate both of them in a single strike.

‘I need to prepare thoroughly instead.’

Raon tinted his pupils the same brown as Valmail’s, touched his bridge of nose, eyebrows, and cheekbones slightly, then donned the mask.
After pulling the hood deep over his head, he rose to his feet. Looking at just the silhouette from the bridge of his nose to his lips, it would be no exaggeration to say he was Valmail himself.

Raon, now disguised as Valmail, gazed at the iron cage with that same cold stare.

“Ugh….”
“Mm….”

The warriors, still unable to grasp the situation, swallowed hard.

“If I release you now, those above might catch on. Someone will be coming to rescue you soon, so wait a bit longer.”

Raon’s voice, which had gradually grown deeper like calm ripples becoming a great wave, had already taken on Valmail’s tone perfectly.

“Is that… truly so?”

The Sikeron Family warrior who had lost his eyes to Valmail gripped the iron cage, his jaw trembling.

“Wait quietly.”

Raon tossed him a powder medicine that could ease pain and stop bleeding, then nodded.

“Yes, understood.”

Perhaps because hope of survival had kindled within them, the warriors retreated with their lips pressed firmly together.

‘Phew….’

After steadying his breathing slowly, I straightened my posture.
I poured the transparent water I had brought beforehand onto Valmail’s sword, then headed toward the stairs.
Using the Ring of Fire and the emotion of wrath, I climbed the stairs while mimicking Valmail’s fierce momentum.

‘Valmail’s temperament was cold and sharp.’

He harbored inferiority toward his family.

Valmail only revealed a flaw when the Sikeron Family name was mentioned. For reasons unknown, it was clear he despised prestigious families.

‘Lecia and the Necromancers aren’t on particularly good terms either.’

As I organized the information about Valmail in my mind and climbed the short staircase, I encountered Lecia coming back down.
Since I’d sensed her presence beforehand, I stopped as if nothing was amiss.

“Valmail?”

Lecia’s eyes flickered with doubt—the person who was supposed to wait below had come up instead.

“There was one more material I needed to give those old men.”

I suppressed my rapidly quickening heartbeat with a ring of fire and spoke in a sharp tone.

‘This is right.’

Valmail referred to Shupel and Juran as old men—a way of suggesting he didn’t defer to them in rank. The correct approach was to speak of them with subtle disdain.

“What material is that?”

Lecia didn’t step back, her suspicion evident as she asked what the material was.

“If you give it to me, I’ll deliver it for you.”

She extended her hand, asking for the material I’d brought.

“I don’t want to see those old men either, but he ordered me to deliver it personally.”
“It’s unlike you to forget such an important directive, Valmail.”

Lecia’s eyes narrowed like thorns. She was clearly suspicious.

“You’re right. I made a mistake because of some trash.”
“Trash?”
“That worm who wouldn’t stop whining about his family from the moment we first kidnapped him. I only remembered after I gouged out his eyes.”

I twisted my mouth into a sneer, fully embodying Valmail’s contempt for noble families.

“You didn’t tamper with the material, did you?”
“Just one eye.”
“Really now….”

Lecia exhaled a sigh and lowered the hand she had raised. Her transparent eyes, their intent inscrutable, fixed intently upon the interior of Raon’s hood.

‘It won’t work?’

I bit the inside of my cheek and manipulated my aura with my fingertips, preparing to draw my blade at a moment’s notice. Just as I readied myself, Lecia nodded slowly.

“Understood.”

Lecia turned her back as if beckoning me to follow. She kept her perception open, suggesting she didn’t entirely trust me.

-Haah!

Wrath clutched his heaving chest and let out a groan.

-Even the True Demon King’s heart is pounding, yet you don’t even tremble!

He shook his head vigorously, seeming more tense than when facing two transcendents.

‘This much is nothing.’

This level of composure was something I had performed daily during my years as an assassin. When problems arose, I had to be ready to respond instantly, so I deliberately kept myself relaxed.

I followed Lecia while sweeping my perception through the factory’s interior.

‘Their positions haven’t changed.’

The assassins lurking in the walls and ceiling, and the Necromancer crafting the water puppets, remained in their original positions.

However, unlike two days prior, completed water puppets now stood before the pillars.

‘That could prove dangerous.’

I rolled my eyes to assess the number and condition of the water puppets as I walked slowly forward.

Knock, knock.

Lecia stopped before the Research Laboratory of Shupel and Juran.
She carefully knocked before opening the door.

“I was just about to head down anyway. It’s been a while, Valmail.”

Shupel donned a well-tailored coat and smiled.

“I hear you’ve brought quite a few fresh specimens. Surely I can sample a few of them?”

Juran rubbed his skeletal hands together with a sinister grin.

“Lord Valmail has brought additional materials as well. He delivered them personally, or so I’m told.”

Lecia stepped aside to the right. I walked to where she had been standing and fixed my gaze upon the Necromancer and the Jade-Faced Specter.

“Materials from him, you say?”
“What sort of materials? They don’t seem to be human, do they?”

The Necromancer and the Jade-Faced Specter’s curiosity was piqued at the mention of materials from Derus Robert. They licked their lips and drew closer.

“From him…”

I spoke of Derus Robert as “him” and drew the blade I had concealed beneath my robes. The silvery-white radiance of the sword cleaved through the necks of both the Jade-Faced Specter and the Necromancer simultaneously.

Shhhhwack!

I attempted to kill Lecia, who stood to the right, in the same instant, but she reacted the moment the two Necromancers fell and retreated backward.

“Ugh…”

Because of this, Lecia’s neck was not completely severed—only a thin stream of blood trickled down.

However, the heads of Shupel and Juran, who could not evade the blade, tumbled to the ground, spraying a gruesome amount of blood.

“Fool! I do not die to mere sword energy!”

The Necromancer seemed to feel no pain as he cackled and grasped his own severed head.

“You seem to have mistaken us for ordinary mages. Unfortunately, we are already as good as dead.”

The Jade-Faced Specter let out a derisive laugh and picked up his own head.

“I’ll ask who you are slowly through that body of yours… Huh?”
“W-what is this?”
“The regeneration ability isn’t working!”

The two Necromancers trembled as they watched their bodies melting like candles set aflame.

“Krraaaaaaagh!”

Juran let out a piercing scream as pain consumed his flesh, melted away up to his shoulders.

“W-what in the world have you done!”
“Damn it! Holy water and divine power! It’s completely consumed us!”

Shupel recognized the holy water and divine power clinging to the blade, but could do nothing as he fell to his knees. His upper body too had nearly dissolved away.

“You understand well.”

I nodded as I watched the two Necromancers melting like spring snow.
When I had struck Juran and Shupel moments ago, I had infused the blade with holiness that bloomed from darkness.
The divine power had crystallized upon the sword that had been coated with supreme holy water before ascending here, nullifying the Necromancy of Shupel and Juran.

“Guh… damn it….”
“I… I will curse you….”

The two Necromancers’ eyes rolled back as their breath ceased, their bodies turning to ash.

“Who exactly are you….”

Lecia gritted her teeth and drew the sword at her waist.

“Do you think someone like you has the right to ask questions?”

As I approached Lecia with a cold smile, the Research Laboratory’s wall crumbled, and the Specters stationed before the pillars surged forward.

‘Does she have command authority here too?’

I had thought only the Necromancers were connected to the Specters, but it seemed Lecia possessed command authority as well.

‘Where….’

As Raon rushed toward Lecia, the nearest Water Mage without hesitation detonated his own body.

BOOM!

The explosion, fiercer than before, collapsed the Research Laboratory’s ceiling and tore through the floor.

WHOOSH!

Raon endured the shockwave against his back and vaulted over the wall the Water Mage had destroyed, emerging into the Factory.

‘Not a single one can survive.’

If even one escaped, information would reach Derus Robert. I couldn’t afford to let anyone here slip away.

“What, what is this!”
“Why did the Water Mage move?”
“An explosion too? Is something wrong with the signal?”

The Necromancers and Assassins stationed outside still hadn’t grasped the situation and remained in their positions.

‘Perfect positioning.’

Raon fired a dagger from his left hand while drawing a wind-infused sword slash with his right blade.

CLANG!

The dark daggers pierced through the hearts of the Assassins charging forward, while the sword slash imbued with extreme speed severed the heads of the Necromancers.

‘About half remain.’

As Raon prepared his second strike, Water Mages surged through the black smoke.

CRACK!

Just as the Water Mage who had charged fastest turned crimson and began to detonate, I approached his left side and swept a kick across his waist.

The Water Mage was sent flying by the superhuman power and speed of my leg technique before he could finally detonate his body.

BOOM!

A terrifying explosion erupted, and four Assassins cowering in the corner melted into pools of blood and collapsed.

Whiiiiiing!

Raon evaded the renewed assault of the other Necromancers without even employing footwork techniques, then unleashed a sword aura toward the back of a Necromancer attempting to flee down the right corridor.

“D-disappear!”

The Necromancers attempted to block the sword aura by deploying shields of spectral energy, but this was no ordinary blade strike.

Kyaaaaaaang!

The sword strike infused with holy water and divine sanctity tore through the crude spectral shields in an instant, bisecting the Necromancers’ bodies.

‘It’s over.’

Every Assassin and Necromancer I’d confirmed each time I came here had fallen. Now only Lecia and the Specters remained.

As Raon turned to face backward, Specters surged in from both the left and right.

“Kill him!”

As Lecia’s command pierced the air like a scream, the Specters’ movements transformed dramatically.

‘They’re faster.’

The Specters’ movements were swifter and more fluid than those I’d fought before. It felt like being surrounded by living Assassins. They encircled me so I couldn’t escape the explosion, their bodies flushing crimson.

‘Have they already improved in such a short time?’

I hadn’t expected the effects of the Specter enhancement to manifest so quickly, even though I’d heard it was underway.

“Impressive. But….”

You’re not the only ones who’ve grown stronger.

I activated the Ring of Fire and the Eye of Wrath. Watching the spectral energy blooming from the Specters’ dantians surge toward their hearts, I raised my wrist gripping the sword.

Swhaaaaaaack!

A sword strike that spread like the sunset reflected on the sea cleaved the upper bodies of the Water Puppets in half.

Thud, thud, thud.

The Water Puppets’ bodies twisted diagonally as they fell, yet not a single one detonated.

“This… how is this possible…?”

Lecia’s complexion turned deathly pale.

‘Impossible! The signal is severed!’

Water Puppets could self-destruct even if their bodies were torn to shreds. The fact that the command signal had been severed when merely half of the body was sliced was incomprehensible to her.

“I severed the wick.”

Raon approached Lecia, his blood-soaked blade lowered.

‘Gunpowder and spark never met, so there’s no explosion.’

Water Puppets detonated when malice seeped into their stilled hearts.
Because I had severed the very flow of malice itself with a blade imbued with holy power and blessed water, the self-destruction had ceased.

“Who… who exactly are you…?”
“You’re not the one asking questions here.”

Raon stood before Lecia, his jaw clenched.

“I’m sorry, but you won’t hear anything from my mouth—”

I struck her chest as she tried to trigger the Rage Worm, as if attempting suicide.

“Cough—”

Lecia coughed up blood, her lips trembling.

“What… why…?”

She lifted her trembling eyes in shock that the Rage Worm wasn’t responding.

“Torture alone has always been too easy—they crack far too quickly. Where’s the fun in that?”

A chilling arc of lightning flickered across Raon’s crimson eyes.

“How long do you think you can hold out?”

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