The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 567

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Chapter 567

Vengeance had always drifted through my mind like a phantom.

Even while raising the children of the Gwangpung Corps, my thirst for revenge against the Yonghyeon Sword Master never faded.

Whether I laughed, enjoyed myself, grew angry, or deepened my affection for the children, vengeance remained at my side like a shadow, ever present.

I had lost everyone who had been closer to me than family—it was inevitable.

I realized I could not abandon my vengeance against the Yonghyeon Sword Master and the Holy Sword Master, so I began my preparations.

I swore to those who had gone before me that I would kill the Yonghyeon Sword Master, even if it meant offering my own life as sacrifice.

But I failed to fulfill that oath.

Though I finally met the Yonghyeon Sword Master, whom I had yearned for even in my dreams, I could not fight with my life on the line.

I prioritized the living children over those I had lost, pouring all my resolve into merely blocking the path.

No one died—truly, it was a blessing. I harbored no regrets.

Yet guilt weighed upon my shoulders. Upon returning to the Family Estate, I immediately sought out the graves of the fallen.

I cried out my apologies, that I had no choice, and swore once more that next time I would truly stake my life and sever the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s neck with my own hands.

From that day forward, I distanced myself from Raon and the Gwangpung Corps children, bit by bit.

So that the Gwangpung Corps would be sustained by Raon alone even without me, I rarely ventured to the Training Ground and ceased overseeing the children’s cultivation.

I borrowed the Head of House’s private Training Ground and devoted myself entirely to cultivation.

I abandoned the balanced Eye of the Storm from the Smithy and honed only the more powerful Wind and Lightning Songs, sharpening the fangs that would tear into the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s throat.

The affection I had grown for the Gwangpung Corps made those days far more agonizing than I had anticipated, yet the love for the children and my thirst for vengeance against the Yonghyeon Sword Master allowed me to endure.

I believed I could now abandon everything and focus entirely on vengeance.

But even this time, I couldn’t give my all against the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

I had resolved to ignore what happened to the Gwangpung Corps and strike only for the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s head, yet I ended up expending vast amounts of aura to protect the children.

I should have felt guilty toward the dead, but strangely, my heart felt at ease.

Like a soul freed from thorny vines, my body moved with greater freedom. I even thought it was because the end was drawing near.

I had intended to tell Raon to lead everyone and flee while I sought closure, but in the end, that damned fool caused an accident.

He fell into a trance in the middle of the battlefield—a mad act that even Glen couldn’t accomplish.

My plan to perish together with the Yonghyeon Sword Master crumbled entirely.

Unable to flee or meet my end here, I had no choice but to pour out all my strength to protect Raon and the Gwangpung Corps.

Yet amid that chaotic battle, one final opportunity emerged.

The Yonghyeon Sword Master, startled by Raon’s awakening, concentrated all his power solely in the direction where the Gwangpung Corps stood.

In that instant, a gap revealed itself. A fatal opening appeared—one that would sever the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s neck and cut off his breath.

But if I exploited that gap, Raon and the Gwangpung Corps would perish without leaving even a bone fragment behind.

A split-second judgment?

No, I didn’t even judge.

My body had already moved to block the Yonghyeon Sword Master before my mind could think.

I abandoned the song of wind and thunder I had honed to kill him, and instead summoned the eye of the typhoon to protect everyone.

There was no regret at failing to achieve vengeance. I had only one thought—to protect those behind me.

To save the children, I received the demonic energy with my body and poured the essence of wind into my demonic blade.

I thought that would be enough. I vowed that I would kneel before my comrades in the afterlife to atone for failing to achieve my revenge, and I closed my eyes.

In that moment when I contemplated death.

That damned Raon had blocked the Demon Sword. His pale golden eyes, wrapped in mystery and nobility, pressed down upon the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

Raon laughed, saying he was late because he had overslept.

That’s my line.

As my disciple advanced, reciting the very words I had spoken when I stood against Gwahyeolgwi, his back appeared broader than anything I had ever witnessed. Even Glen, to whom I had entrusted my future, could not keep pace.

Raon’s martial prowess was formidable. Fresh from his awakening, he wielded techniques even he himself could not normally execute, pressing the Yonghyeon Sword Master relentlessly.

That child—no, my young king in those days—appeared to be ascending the steps toward the Jade Throne, adorned in royal robes and crown.

I could not achieve vengeance with my own hands, yet I found meaning in dying while accepting demonic energy. There was purpose in that.

Still, there was no satisfaction. From the beginning, I had desired to sever the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s neck with my own hands, not someone else’s. I had never wanted revenge handed to me by another.

As I thought this, Raon shattered the Yonghyeon Sword Master with pale golden flames.

“Your defeat. No—our victory.”

In those brief words, in that resolute voice, my soul felt redeemed.

My spirit and body, which had always remained with the dead, awakened as if from a nightmare, and without my knowing, tears streamed down my face.

I had no regrets. Now, even in death, I would not need to confess my sins to my fallen comrades.

I could tell them that my disciple had taken vengeance alongside me.

I closed my eyes.

My entire body was now filled with the demonic energy I had forcibly absorbed.

Even if the Saint of Nenma, Pedrick, were beside me, I could not be saved, so I harbored no desire to live.

I opened my eyes again and gazed upon each member of the Gwangpung Corps.

As I exchanged silent farewells with the children I had raised since their youth, heavy footsteps echoed.

It was Raon. The one who had returned from battle now bowed his dimming eyes.

Is this a final farewell?

Before death claimed me, I wanted to share words spoken from the heart.

“R-Raon. Thank you. Because of you, I….”

As I lifted my head and parted my cracked lips to speak, Raon’s brow furrowed.

“Stop your theatrics and get up.”

You brat!

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Raon watched Rimer’s trembling pupils and bit his lip.

‘This is not good.’

Rimer’s entire body was poisoned by demonic energy. It would not be strange if he died at any moment, and in truth, his body was rapidly losing its vitality.

“It’s critical. The demonic energy has spread not only through his mana circuits but into his organs as well.”

Martha must have continued her medical studies, for she had assessed all of Rimer’s condition in a brief moment.

“Can you save this man?”
“Raon….”

Burren and Lunan trembled at their fingertips, tension gripping them.

“Commander….”
“I can’t bear to see this man die like this!”
“Even if he must die, it would be better to fall in the Gambling House. We cannot let him go like this!”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps knelt and bowed their heads, refusing to let Rimer slip away.

“Don’t worry. I can save him.”

I nodded and examined Rimer’s condition. Just as Martha said, the stench of demonic energy emanated from his very organs.

-What could a mere whelp like you possibly do?

Wrath waved his hand dismissively.

-Stop giving false hope and surrender your body to me. When I face it, demonic energy will cower and retreat on its own. If you’re lucky, he might survive!
‘….’

I didn’t respond to Wrath’s words and simply stared at him blankly.

-What, what are you looking at!
‘You really are generously foolish, aren’t you.’
-Foolish? You damned bastard!

I pushed aside the raging Wrath and placed my hand on Rimer’s left chest.

I drew up the force of rage dwelling in the depths of my soul and pushed it into Rimer’s body.

-Gahhh!

Wrath’s jaw dropped as if he hadn’t known I could use rage this way.

‘That’s the answer.’

When I had fallen into a state of absolute fury, I realized that demonic energy was powerless against the authority of the Demon Lords. If I leveraged this matchup, I could drive out the demonic energy that filled Rimer’s body.

“You rotten bastard… our final moment should be… cough!”

I silenced Rimer’s muttering mouth and continued infusing the force of rage.

Gooooooooh!

The moment the authority of rage pierced into Rimer’s body, the demonic energy that had been consuming him trembled in fear and scattered in all directions.
As expected, demonic energy was overwhelmingly inferior before the authority of the Demon Lords.

“Ugh!”

Rimer gasped for breath, his chest heaving as though his lungs had forgotten their purpose. His complexion turned ashen, and blue veins bulged across his skin.

“What—what are you doing?!”

Martha cried out in alarm, but she didn’t dare intervene, only shifting her weight anxiously from foot to foot.

“It’s fine.”

I gestured to her and the Gwangpung Corps to trust me, then spread the wrathful energy that had burrowed into Rimer’s body outward from his heart.

‘Consume it all.’

The aura of wrath moved on its own as if disgusted by the presence of magic in its domain, devouring all the magic that had burrowed into Rimer’s body and mana circuits.

But the process wasn’t entirely smooth. As the wrathful energy hunted down hidden demonic traces, it sometimes surged too intensely in one direction, creating dangerous concentrations.

“Ahhhhh! My hand! My remaining hand!”

Rimer’s left hand swelled like a rubber ball pumped full of air, expanding to the brink of bursting. It looked like the hand of a giant.

“Ah, wait.”

I nodded calmly and withdrew the wrathful energy concentrated in Rimer’s hand.
But because I moved too quickly, this time his right leg swelled up thick and taut like a building pillar.

“Ah, is it not here?”
“You insane disciple! Do it properly! I’m not your toy!”

Rimer, having forgotten his agony from the demonic energy, shrieked and trembled with rage.

“Just stay still!”
“Mmph!”

I placed my sword scabbard between Rimer’s teeth and refocused my concentration. I rapidly circulated the wrathful energy concentrated in his right leg, erasing every trace of demonic corruption hidden in the deepest recesses of his body.

To be certain, I scanned Rimer’s entire body with my aura, but no foul stench of demonic energy remained.

‘It’s done. Now I just need to recover….’

I stopped myself from discarding the demonic energy and only retrieving Wrath.

‘No, there’s no need to discard it.’

I pulled not only Wrath but also all the demonic energy that had burrowed into Rimer’s body into myself.

Zzzzzzzzzing!

The demonic energy tried to rampage the moment it entered my body, but the auras of Wrath, Sloth, and Envy rose up as if they had been waiting and surrounded it.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

After being beaten down by the three lords’ powers, the demonic energy transformed into pure mana as if it had reformed, circulated through my mana circuits once, and settled in my core.

-What the…?

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

-I didn’t order you to do anything! Why are you acting on your own?

He glared at Wrath, who had returned after saving Rimer, as if exasperated.

‘Now I can control things to some degree.’

Perhaps because I had become a Grand Master, Wrath listened better than before.
As long as I didn’t completely surrender my consciousness like I had with Sylvia, it shouldn’t be too dangerous.

“Ugh! I’m dying! My subordinate is killing me!”

Rimer thrashed about and screamed.

“Even in death, he doesn’t just kill me—he tortures me first! What a cursed fate!”

Unlike before, he shouted about dying with a vigorous voice.

“It doesn’t seem like you’re dying—it looks like you’re actually alive?”

Burren Zigheart tilted his head as he looked at Rimer.

“What, what?! The demonic energy is completely gone!”

Martha’s eyes widened in disbelief as she checked Rimer’s condition, her mouth falling open.

“What on earth did you do?!”

Her eyes screamed with the shock that I could erase demonic energy so quickly.

“Hey there.”

Lunan gently tapped Rimer’s shoulder.

“Come on, wake up. You must be in so much pain—wait, huh?”

Rimer thrashed his limbs before suddenly going still.

“Why… why doesn’t it hurt?”

His lips trembled as he realized that not just the bone-deep and flesh-tearing pain, but all the agony of his crushed organs had vanished.

“What did you do?! How did you erase the demonic energy with aura?!”

Rimer extended his left hand in utter bewilderment.

….

I frowned as I looked at my one remaining arm, but Rimer himself seemed utterly unconcerned, only asking how I’d erased the demonic energy.

“It was just theatrics. You were never going to die from the start.”

I waved my hand dismissively, concealing my regret.

“No, it wasn’t theatrics! I really almost died!”
“Yes, yes. I’m sure that’s the case.”

I nodded and helped Rimer to his feet.

“We need to witness the enemy’s final moments.”

I supported Rimer as I approached the Yonghyeon Sword Master, whose final breath was fading away.

“Hmm….”

When Rimer tried to speak to the Yonghyeon Sword Master, I raised my hand.

“Let me say something first.”
“If you were going to do this, why bring him along at all….”

I ignored Rimer’s words and looked down at the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

“I… I have nothing to say from my lips.”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master shook his head, his pupils trembling slightly.

“Don’t worry. I’m not asking for your answer.”
“What?”
“Did the Holy Sword Association, the Black Tower, and the White Blood Cult join hands?”

At those words, the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s pupils momentarily ceased their trembling.

“So it was true after all.”

The Six Emperors and Oma appeared to have formed alliances with each other, but they had merely gathered to check one another—they had never reached a proper agreement.

I had found it suspicious since the Black Tower attacked Camelrun before, and the Holy Sword Association and White Blood Cult attacked Barene. It seemed those three organizations had indeed formed a temporary alliance.

“The Black Tower and the White Blood Cult—you too have fallen.”

Rimer muttered weakly.

“S-shut up.”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master’s response to be silent revealed that the prediction was fact.

“In any case, now I can speak honestly.”

Rimer pushed away my support and stood alone. His legs wavered, but he managed not to collapse, looking down at the Yonghyeon Sword Master with calm eyes.

“I was the loser of our previous battle. I lost all my subordinates and even shattered my dantian, while you only lost an arm. I acknowledge it. Your victory was deserved.”
“Wh-what are you…?”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master swallowed hard, unable to comprehend Rimer’s words.

“But this time is different. While you were recovering your power, I…”

Rimer grasped Raon’s shoulder with his left arm.

“…raised this monstrous disciple of mine. Since he crushed you to pieces, the victor of this battle is us.”

He seemed moved by the word “us” that Raon had used, and he repeated it with a faint smile playing at his lips.

“Tch…”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master bit his lip, his expression twisted with indignation and despair.

“Unless… you do it with your own hands, it holds no meaning…”
“Meaning? It has meaning. If you’re so frustrated, why don’t you raise a disciple yourself? Look at you—ancient and decrepit, spouting nonsense about reclaiming your power. Pathetic!”

Rimer laughed mockingly at the Yonghyeon Sword Master, his shoulders shaking with mirth. Had his body been in better condition, he would have danced.

“Dying in a place where no one will pray for your soul—that suits you perfectly.”

Rimer’s smile was now unburdened, as if he had finally shed all his regrets.

“Damn… bastard…”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master’s eyes filled with blood vessels as his breathing slowly ceased. His expression at death was far more contorted than when he had been defeated by Raon.

“Go on and disappear. To hell.”

Rimer watched the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s lifeless form before sinking to the ground. He brushed away his severed right arm and laughed awkwardly.

“Thank you.”
“Yes?”

Raon blinked, looking at Rimer in confusion.

“Thank you. I feel much better now.”

Rimer exhaled a long breath and gazed up at the clear sky above.

“I’m grateful you saved them. If even one had died, I wouldn’t be feeling this way. I’m fortunate.”
“I didn’t expect to hear such words from you, Lord Rimer.”
“What do you take me for!”
“But there’s one thing you’ve overlooked.”
“What?”
“You’re alive too, Lord Rimer. That’s what we should be grateful for.”

I turned Rimer around to face the Gwangpung Corps. They were all smiling in agreement.

“Where do you think you’re running off to!”
“You owe us all the training you’ve skipped out on.”
“Lazy bum.”
“Gambler!”
“Pauper!”
“Beggar!”
“Zigheart’s trash!”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps, understanding Rimer’s circumstances fully, smiled as they called out his nicknames.

“Who called me trash!”

Rimer ground his teeth as he searched for whoever had called him trash.

I watched Rimer raising a commotion and the Gwangpung Corps fleeing, a faint smile crossing my face.

‘It’s finally over….’
-Ugh….

Just as I was smiling contentedly, Wrath’s eyes rolled with an extraordinarily grave expression.

‘What’s wrong? Do you need something?’
-Stop spouting nonsense! It’s coming! It will arrive soon!

At that ominous declaration, I immediately released my aura sensing. Yet even as I circulated my mana extensively, I felt nothing.

‘What in the world is coming?’
-It’s coming, I tell you! I can feel it! It’s nearby right now!

Wrath crouched low like a feline predator stalking its prey, offering no further response.

‘Did you eat something bad or something?’

As I muttered my confusion, messages materialized in the empty air before me.

[You have reached the realm of Grand Master.]
[In the heart of battle, transcendence….]
[All stats….]

Messages cascaded one after another, obscuring my vision.

-Krrrraaaaaaagh!

Wrath shrieked as if he’d been waiting for this very moment, launching himself into the air.

-It’s here! A demon has come for me! Get out of here at once!

I blinked blankly, watching the flailing cotton candy writhe about.

‘But you’re the Demon King yourself….’

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