The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 599

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Chapter 599

“Wherever I stand becomes Zigheart?”

The Announcer burst into laughter, gripping his neatly combed hair.

“That’s beyond arrogance—it’s delusional. Are you perhaps named Glen Zigheart yourself?”

He spread both arms wide, his voice dripping with mockery.

“I thought the Northern Tyrant had arrived.”
“What audacity from a mere brat. Does he not know where he is?”
“He’s lost his mind completely. He doesn’t even seem to be from Zigheart.”
“Get rid of this nuisance and continue the auction!”

The auctioneers, who had been swallowing nervously, relaxed at the Announcer’s composed demeanor and began to sneer openly.

“I’ll handle this myself.”

I ignored the killing intent radiating throughout the auction house and turned my gaze toward Siyan, Rimer, and Leiran.

“There are Elves being restrained behind the platform. Please rescue them.”
“Ho, you can manage alone?”

Siyan clasped her trembling hands together with concern.

“If I had to subdue everyone, it would be difficult, but….”

I licked my lips as I observed the Nambuk Alliance warriors tightening their encirclement and the auctioneers emanating savage intent.

“They’re all people who deserve to die, so it’s fine.”

Everyone in this auction house had come here to purchase Elves and human slaves. They all deserved death, so I didn’t need to hold back.

“Rather than worry about that monster, you’d be better off worrying about the sky falling.”

Rimer rose to his feet and removed his hood. He discarded his disguise that had been concealing his ears and stepped forward.

“Let’s move quickly. I won’t allow the children to suffer any further humiliation.”

He furrowed his brow deeply and drew his sword with his left hand.

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”
“Be careful.”

As Leiran and Siyan attempted to follow Rimer, the Nambuk Alliance warriors surrounding them thrust forward their blades and spears, wrapped in a viscous killing intent.

I took a single step forward and raised the Heavenly Sword. In the instant a brilliant flash of blade light gleamed, the bodies of the warriors blocking the path were cleaved diagonally in two.

Splurch!

Blood erupted alongside flesh, and as it touched the illumination spread across the floor, a crimson radiance scattered in all directions.

“Wh…?”
“P-people die that easily?”
“Not just one or two…”
“What is this…”

Those who had thought it a minor disturbance felt the scent of blood approaching their nostrils and trembled violently.

“W-wait!”

The old man seated directly beside me lifted his trembling eyes.

“Golden hair and crimson eyes… from the Zigheart clan? Could it be…?”

Thanks to the changed lighting, he could observe my appearance in detail, and he let out a cry like a scream.

“It’s Raon Zigheart!”

At the cry of “Raon Zigheart,” a heavy, oppressive silence descended upon the entire Auction House.

“R-Raon Zigheart…?”
“The d-dragon slayer?”
“Why is that monster here…?”

The faces of those who had worn sneers moments before turned deathly pale.

“Go.”

At my gesture, Rimer nodded and bolted downward. He drove his wind-wrapped feet straight through, shattering the left wall of the platform and bursting inside.

“Raon Zigheart….”

The smile that had lingered at the Announcer’s lips vanished without a trace.

“If you’re the one called the Dragon Slayer, then you have the right to speak such words. But this place is a river.”

He narrowed his brows and raised his hand. The Auction House doors burst open violently, and warriors of the Nambuk Alliance rushed in from outside, surrounding the area.

“This is where we hold the advantage above all others. So….”

The Announcer’s carefully groomed hair fell into disarray as his eyes blazed with bestial ferocity.

“Kill him!”

At his cry, the Nambuk Alliance warriors surrounding the area rushed forward in unison.

I raised the Heavenly Sword that had been angled downward. A graceful line traced by the crimson light cleaved through the bloodlust filling the Auction House.

Shhhhwiiing!

The necks of the Nambuk Alliance warriors who had charged forward with spears and blades fell like ripe apples plucked from a tree.
All that remained was the viscous sound of blood pooling across the floor.

“Th-this….”

The Announcer’s jaw trembled as he stumbled backward. It wasn’t just him—everyone in the Auction House held their breath, unable to move a single finger.

I descended the platform, treading through the steaming blood. The Announcer’s face before me drained of all color.

“What are you all doing! Stop him! If we let that bastard run free, we’ll all die!”

The Announcer shouted at the people in the Auction House to send guards and stop Raon.

“Grraaahhh!”
“Stop that monster!”
“All of you, go!”
“If we just eliminate that creature, there’s nothing to worry about!”

Swayed by the Announcer’s words, those who had brought guards sent them forward to block my path.

As the remaining Nambuk Alliance warriors moved into action, the number of people surrounding me swelled to over a hundred.

“How convenient that you came on your own.”

I drew a cold smile across my face and summoned a crimson tide with the Heavenly Sword. Petals bloomed from the blade’s edge, scattering with gentle flames clinging to them.

Manhwagong Heavenly Flame.
Flame Spirit.

The petals of flame that had drifted forward like dandelion seeds suddenly accelerated, piercing through the warriors’ chests.

“Ah…”
“F-flowers?”
“Defend!”

The warriors who regained their senses burned their aura at full power, attempting to take defensive stances, but it was already too late.

Boom!

The fragments of Flame Spirit erupted in massive explosions the moment they touched the warriors’ bodies, incinerating their flesh.

“Kyaaahhh!”
“Guehhh!”

Whether Master-rank lower or Master-rank middle, it mattered not. Those who touched the glowing red blade couldn’t even block a single strike before their breath ceased.

After cutting down all the warriors, I turned to face Dorian.

“Guard the door.”
“Yes.”

Dorian nodded and took his position before the Auction House’s entrance. Fear flickered across his features, yet an unwavering resolve shone through—he would not yield to anyone.

-That one’s become quite useful now.

Wrath chuckled softly as he observed Dorian.

“Wait, just a moment!”

As I descended from the platform, the old man who had purchased the Elf named Kasia approached and fell to his knees.

“I, I am Gishen of the Pensian Family. We have maintained relations with Zigheart for fifty years….”
“Then that alliance ends here.”

I severed the neck of the pig who babbled on about being an ally.

“Wh…?”

Gishen tilted forward, clutching at his split neck as if unable to comprehend his own death.

I descended through the auction house, now silent as a tomb, and climbed onto the platform.

“Ah….”

The Announcer stumbled backward, his eyes wide with bloodshot veins.

“It’s been a while since I’ve met someone who speaks so filthily.”

I smiled faintly and drew my blade. The sword descended lightly, severing both of the Announcer’s legs.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

The Announcer shrieked and thrashed about.

“I wanted to cut off your mouth first, but….”

The Announcer’s contorted face was reflected in my cold eyes.

“I have much to discuss with you.”

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A lavish chamber adorned with the hides of beasts and monsters draped like ornaments across the walls.

A young man draped in a white tiger fur cloak surveyed a heap of gold coins, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.

“Making money is disgustingly easy compared to banditry.”

He stuffed the coins overflowing from his palm back into his pouch and let out a soft chuckle.

“Desire truly is the finest commodity… hm?”

The young man was about to seal the coin purse when he lifted his gaze.
As a flicker of confusion crossed his eyes, the door swung open and a middle-aged man in a black suit entered.

“Rector! S-something terrible has happened!”
“I’m already aware.”

Rector’s eyes narrowed to slits as his gaze fixed upon the ceiling.

“Who’s come?”
“An Elf was hidden among the guests! They’re currently causing a disturbance inside the Auction House.”
“How did an Elf find this place? The Gambling House I can understand, but the Auction House requires an invitation, doesn’t it?”
“I-I’m not entirely certain myself…”

The middle-aged man shook his head, admitting his ignorance.

“Well, we’ll find out once we capture them.”

Rector smiled thinly and waved his hand dismissively.

“Eren will handle it competently on his own.”

He channeled his aura into a crystal orb resting at the edge of his desk. The transparent sphere darkened, revealing the interior of the Auction House.

“Smart as expected. Not just our people, but even the escorts those pigs brought along are being deployed… eh?”

Rector stopped casually flicking his fingers and snapped his eyes wide open. A swordsman was committing a massacre, cutting down dozens of people with a single stroke.

“…Is that supposed to be an Elf?”
“Ah, yes. There are five of them, and they’re all Elves….”
“No.”

He shook his head firmly and let out a hollow laugh.

“That’s Raon Zigheart. Not some Elf.”
“Ra, Raon Zigheart, you say….”
“The young monster who captured Kaibhar.”

Rector furrowed his brow and lifted the crystal orb.

“Insane.”

The last time I saw Raon was when I went to the Gazel River with the Demon King.
It had only been a little over two years, yet that monster seemed to have achieved unbelievable growth.

“I couldn’t beat him either….”

I had grown considerably stronger myself, but I stood no chance against that monster. At best, I could only buy time.

“Hmm….”

Rector chewed his lip and turned his head.

“There’s no helping it.”

He opened the desk drawer and retrieved a white sheet and a gray sheet of paper. Both emanated a peculiar light, as if they absorbed illumination itself.

Rector wrote on the paper that Raon Zigheart had arrived, then gazed at it for a moment.

“Who should I summon….”

As he furrowed his brow in contemplation, Raon—who had been subduing and torturing Eren—turned around. He seemed to notice the existence of the crystal orb and looked in this direction, his lips moving slightly.

So he was there.

Rector’s jaw trembled as he met Raon’s crimson gaze.

“There’s no time for hesitation.”

He burned both pieces of paper and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead.

“I just hope someone comes.”

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“P-please… save me….”
“Have you ever failed to bring those who begged for your help to this stage?”

I gazed down at the Announcer pleading for his life, a thin, icy smile playing across my lips.

“That is….”

The Announcer’s lips quivered as he averted his eyes.

“From the moment you spouted such nonsense to a child who had lost their parents, your fate was already sealed.”

I didn’t even bother drawing my blade—I simply snapped his neck with my bare hands.

“Gack….”

The Announcer convulsed violently, consumed by terror and agony, before his breath ceased entirely.

As I lowered the Announcer’s corpse, Rimer, Siyan, and Leiran ascended the platform.
Their resolve was evident—all three were drenched in blood.

Beside them stood roughly twenty Elves, all adorned with heavy makeup tailored to human tastes and dressed in elaborate gowns. They remained beautiful, yet their expressions carried a bitter, melancholic sorrow.

“Please exit first.”

I shook the blood from my hands and gestured toward the Auction House’s exit.

“What about you, Raon?”

Siyan exhaled softly as she posed the question.

“I still have something to do.”
“Something to do?”
“You’re planning to tear this place down, aren’t you?”

Rimer jabbed his fingers upward and downward, pointing at the Auction House.

“You know me well.”

I chuckled softly and nodded in acknowledgment.

“I know your nature well enough.”

Rimer let out a quiet laugh and tapped his scabbard.

“I’d like to do it myself, but I have children to look after. I’ll yield this time. Let’s go.”

He carried a young Elf in his arms and climbed the Auction House stairs.

“P-please be careful.”
“I’ll head out first.”

Siyan and Leiran understood that evacuating the Elves took priority and followed Rimer.

“Dorian.”

At my call, Dorian nodded confidently and approached.

“Should I clear a path ahead?”
“No. Gather everything here—all the goods and money.”
“I… beg your pardon?”

Dorian’s eyes widened in confusion at my words.

“I told you. I’m going to destroy this entire place. Before that, gather all the auction items and money here.”
“Y-yes…”
“Once you’ve collected everything, get out on your own.”

I left those words behind and drove my fist downward toward the platform below.

Boom!

The floor crumbled, revealing a second Gambling House beneath. Though there were no gamblers or dealers, assassins hidden throughout the space rushed forward.
They seemed to be targeting the moment when I couldn’t move freely in mid-air.

I slashed the Heavenly Sword to my right while suspended in the air. The blade traced a line like a crimson comet, scattering scorching heat in its wake.

Whoosh!

The assassins collapsed, their breath stolen before they could even throw their hidden blades and daggers. Their wide-open eyes betrayed just how shocked they were.

Boom!

Landing on the ground, I stomped down with tremendous force. I shattered the Gambling House’s floor once more and descended another level.

In the center of a cluttered room lined with animal and monster hides sat a man draped in a white tiger fur coat.
A yellow turban wrapped his head, and his clean forehead left a striking impression.

“You…”

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at the man’s face.

“Weren’t you supposed to be a bandit?”

Standing before me was Rector, a martial artist of the North-South Alliance whom I’d first met during a bandit-tracking mission as a trainee, and encountered a second time at the Gazel River.

“A salaried worker has to do what they’re told from above.”

Rector chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Though it seems you’ve been enjoying yourself quite well for someone in that position.”

I scoffed as I observed the lavish chamber and the coat made from white tiger fur.

“Everyone loves money, don’t they?”

Rector chuckled and shook his head.

“But you… you seem to pursue only strength.”

His eyes flickered with uncertainty.

“Your power is absolutely staggering. Did you receive a demon’s blessing or something?”

Rector’s jaw trembled as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

-This fool didn’t receive a demon’s blessing—he extorted the Demon King himself!

Wrath shook his head vehemently in denial.

“Enough with the chatter.”

I lifted the Heavenly Sword’s blade, all traces of blood evaporated from its surface.

“There must be a ledger with the names of the humans who purchased Elves.”
“…Why would such a ledger exist?”

Rector’s bold voice cracked slightly.

“So there is one.”
“You’re annoyingly perceptive.”

Rector shook his head, his hand resting on his waist.

“Trash like you would never miss a chance to exploit someone’s weakness.”
“Right. It exists. But we’re an organization with some principles, so we can’t just hand it over.”

He raised both fists before him and jerked his chin forward.

“I’ll decide based on your level.”
“….”

I didn’t respond, instead drawing a semicircle with the Heavenly Sword. From the blade’s elegant arc, crimson waves erupted.
A force beyond limits met ultimate speed, cleaving through an instant.

Screeeech!

The silver blade, gleaming with the ornate light filtering from the ceiling, tore across Rector’s right side.

Splurt!

Rector’s right arm was ripped away as if gnawed clean from his body.

“Gahhhhh!”

Rector screamed a beat too late, as though he hadn’t even felt the blade strike.

“I am not someone you have the standing to evaluate.”

I turned my head, pointing the Heavenly Sword—not a single drop of blood upon it—toward the ground.

“Speak. Where is the ledger.”

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