The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 600

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Chapter 600

“Ha….”

Rector let out a hollow laugh as he stared at his severed shoulder.

‘I didn’t even feel it.’

I hadn’t even sensed Raon’s blade approaching. The gap in power was absolutely staggering.

‘If it weren’t for the organs, that slash would have killed me just now.’

Raon could have aimed for my neck or heart instead of my right arm just moments ago.
It was no exaggeration to say that I was alive only because of his mercy.

‘So that rumor was true….’

I had scoffed when I heard the story that Raon Zigheart had reached Grand Master, but the rumor was fact.
No—if anything, it had been understated. Raon seemed to have already reached the lower tier of Grand Master.

“Huh….”

Rector bit his lip as he met Raon’s sunken gaze.

‘Buy time?’

What nonsense that was.

Unless one was an irregular monster like Raon, a Master could never defeat a Grand Master.
For me, still unable to escape the realm of Master, stalling against Raon was an impossible task.

“You’ve truly become a monster.”

Rector staunched the wound on his shoulder and swallowed hard. Raon made no move to stop him, as if he could end my life whenever he wished.

“When we first met, traces of that youthful appearance still lingered, but your blade has become frighteningly sharp.”

My face hadn’t changed much since the first time Rector saw me, but my swordsmanship had undergone a transformation as profound as heaven and earth shifting.
I no longer seemed human.

“You spared me because of the ledger, didn’t you?”

Rector wiped the blood flowing from his right shoulder with his left arm, laughing awkwardly.

“But what are you planning to do with that ledger? Surely you’re not thinking of tracking down every single person listed and rescuing all the Elves they’ve sold?”
“What if I am?”
“Ha!”

Rector let out a scoff and lifted his head.

“They’re not some late arrivals you can brush aside. These are people who’ve made their names across the Continent. Some even belong to the Six Emperors Five Demons. And you think you can hunt them all down?”
“Yes.”

I nodded calmly, as if asking what the problem was.

“Whether they belong to the Six Emperors Five Demons or to Zigheart itself, I will retrieve the Elves.”

My gaze remained unwavering, speaking only truth. This madman truly intended to track down every name in that ledger and reclaim the Elves.

“Your power has grown, but your mind remains immature. You’re nothing but a dreaming child.”
“Perhaps. However….”

I shook my head as I looked at Rector.

“That’s still better than tucking your tail between your legs in fear.”
“What nonsense are you spouting!”

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“I mean exactly what I said.”

I watched Rector, his eyes bloodshot with rage, and clicked my tongue softly.

“You weren’t like this the last time I saw you.”

I’ve only encountered Rector twice, but each time left an impression. A confident warrior brimming with self-assurance. He always carried himself with composure, a man capable of seeing far ahead.

He was clearly an enemy, yet I believed he was a man from whom I could learn.

When I met him alongside the Demon King, his intervention allowed me to postpone our life-or-death duel by three years.

I even thought I owed him a debt, but the Rector before me now was an entirely different person.
His demeanor had withered, his eyes clouded by desire, and nowhere could I see the confidence and composure he once possessed.

“What do you think you know about me!”

Rector bared his teeth in a grotesque laugh.

“The ledger? I’ll never give it! Not even in death!”

He spread his remaining arm wide as if to say do as you wish, grinning with the malice of one who had touched a dragon’s reverse scale.

“The reason I let you live wasn’t because of a ledger—it was because I thought I owed you a debt.”

I exhaled sharply.

“What?”

Rector’s eyes widened as if questioning my words.

“If you had resolved yourself back then, I would be dead.”

It wasn’t a lie. Just as with the Demon King, when I first met Rector, if he had disregarded Rimer and rushed at me, I would have died or suffered grave injuries.

But he had shown restraint instead, even offering a blessing of sorts—an invitation to grow stronger.

Among all the mad members of the Five Demons, I had regarded him as a reasonably decent warrior, and seeing him like this now ignited a fury within me.

“Do you remember what you said to me back then?”
“….”
“‘I await the day your name echoes across Terucan Mountain and the Rabel River.’ That’s what you said.”

It was such an impressive statement that I remembered it word for word without a single mistake.

“Ah….”

Rector’s lips trembled as the memory finally surfaced.

“Tell me—is my name still echoing from Terucan Mountain and the Rabel River?”
“….”

He clenched his fist with the hand hanging at his side, offering no response.

“I kept my promise, yet you—the one who made it—no longer exist, it seems.”

I lifted the Heavenly Sword, gripping it with solemn weight.

“….”

Rector simply bowed his head in silence, lost in thought.

“Let me end this here….”
“The second shelf on the right bookcase.”

He slowly raised his head and pointed to the bookcase positioned on the right.

“What?”
“The ledger you’re searching for. It’s in the right bookcase.”

Rector shook his head as if questioning why I was asking something different. His eyes, which had been burning with desire, seemed to brighten slightly.

“Even if you tell me that, I have no intention of letting you live.”

Because of my past life, spent on a leash held by Derus Robert, I could not tolerate anyone treating others as slaves.
Whoever bore responsibility for this would die by my hand.

“I didn’t say it to survive.”

Rector let out a soft laugh and shook his head. His characteristic composure seemed to have returned.

“I simply recalled old memories.”

I walked to the bookshelf Rector had shown me and pulled out a reddish tome. Opening it, I found a complete record of all the auctions conducted here. The recent entries listed the Red-haired Elf and the individuals who had purchased her.

“You’re right.”

Rector sighed as he ran his fingers over the gold coins scattered across the desk.

“I’ve been here with ten thousand tails, licking scraps of bone.”

He gazed up at the blackened hole torn through the ceiling, his eyes narrowing. I didn’t know the exact circumstances, but it seemed something had gone wrong with the North-South Alliance.

“You must see your path through to the end.”
“I was planning to do that regardless of what you say.”
“Yes. That’s what it means to be Raon Zigheart.”

Rector smiled faintly and touched the wound on his shoulder.

“I wish I had met you sooner, even by a little….”

His voice grew hollow as he sank to the floor. The wound on his shoulder, which he’d been holding back with aura, suddenly burst open, and blood poured forth in far greater quantities than before. He had chosen death for himself.

“F-Father, you need to leave quickly. A monster is coming for you.”
“A monster?”
“Do you remember Tiller, the one you killed?”
“Of course.”

I nodded, recalling the moment I had slain Tiller, the disciple of the Nambeop Leader, to save the Blue Demons who had been enslaved.

“Tiller’s grandfather is the vice-leader of the Elder Council. Or rather, he’s now the leader of the North-South Alliance’s Elder Council—an old man named Siran.”
“Then….”
“Yes. He’s coming here.”

Rector offered a weak smile, urging me to leave quickly.

“Ah, the iron chain collar around the Elf’s neck must be destroyed by channeling aura from the inside. Otherwise, it will burst immediately and sever her head.”

As if this were his final act, he shared information he hadn’t even considered revealing.

“…And be wary of Beorn.”
“Beorn?”

There was no answer. Rector closed his eyes, a bitter smile etched across his face.

“….”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Rector’s breathing cease.

‘Beorn?’

As I turned that unsettling name over in my mind, a tremendous impact shook down from above.

‘Has he already arrived?’

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Rimer climbed back up to the cabin via the stairs that had led down into the Maritime Market.
The moment he stepped onto the deck, warriors from the Nambuk Alliance thrust forward with swords and spears brimming with killing intent.

He stepped through the footwork while cradling the child, moving left with the wind before sweeping his left leg to strike down all the approaching warriors’ heads.

Thud-thud-thud-thud!

The Nambuk Alliance warriors were sent flying roughly and crashed onto the deck, but true to their nature as seasoned sailors with sturdy constitutions, they quickly rose and regained their stance.

“How bothersome.”

Rimer set the child down behind him and drew his sword.

“Just wait a moment. This will be over soon….”

As he raised his blade to cut down the Nambuk Alliance warriors in one stroke, the deck burst open and a water giant rose up.

Boom-boom-boom-boom!

With a single gesture, the water giant sent all the Nambuk Alliance warriors on the deck flying.

“Are you alright?”

Siyan, perched on the giant’s shoulder, blinked as she looked at Rimer.

“Thanks to you.”

Rimer chuckled softly and nodded.

“We’re almost there. Just a little longer.”

Siyan used the giant’s hand to lift the Elves who had been hiding below onto the deck.

“Will we be waiting for Raon?”

Leiran, the last to climb up, gazed toward the Auction House and licked her lips.

“Staying on the river is dangerous. Just as that Announcer said, the Nambuk Alliance’s warriors are strongest in the water.”

Rimer shook his head, watching the river flow with majestic indifference.

“If we leave this place first, it’ll be easier for Raon too.”
“Y-you’re right.”

Dorian popped his head out from the hole Siyan had created, like a mole emerging from its burrow.

“You got here fast?”
“The Lord and Siyan cleared out all the enemies ahead, so I just had to run.”

Dorian nodded gratefully and stepped onto the deck.

“Raon said he’d destroy this entire ship anyway. There’s no need to wait.”

He pointed toward the riverbank, urging them to leave quickly.

“The Elves can walk on water too, so we should just—”
“That won’t work.”

Rimer sighed and shook his head.

“Pardon?”
“Those chains are completely suppressing the children’s power.”

He narrowed his eyes, pointing at the chain necklaces hanging around the Elves’ necks.

“The Nambuk Alliance claims they don’t know anything, and there’s no keyhole, so I have no idea how to remove them.”
“Ah, then….”
“It’s fine.”

Siyan snapped her fingers, and the water giant behind her threw itself into the Feren River.

Splash!

As the giant absorbed the surrounding river water and expanded its body, its palms became wide enough for twenty people to climb aboard.

“Everyone, get on.”

Siyan descended onto the giant’s palm first, then gestured, and the Elves hesitated before climbing up.

Rimer watched the scene unfold and drew a long smile.

‘She’s changed so much.’

The Siyan who once feared others’ gazes so much that she wouldn’t even extend a single finger beyond her blanket now stood confidently, revealing herself and leading people forward. Her transformation was both wondrous and heartwarming.

“Come on, hurry up.”

Rimer handed the child beside him to Siyan and was about to descend to the giant’s palm himself when—

Splash!

A gray front line surged down from upstream, where the Rabel River flowed, at a terrifying speed.
It wasn’t merely riding the wind. It seemed to move using mana as fuel.

“Reinforcements already?”

Rimer twisted his mouth and drew his sword again. He channeled the wind that swept across the river onto his blade, erecting a wall of sword energy.

Boom!

A wind barrier tinged with blue light blocked the front of the advancing current.
As the ship’s speed gradually slowed, the old man standing on the sail unfurled the fishing rod he had been carrying on his back to its full length.
The fishing line extended endlessly, tearing through the wind barrier without resistance.

The current that had pierced through the barrier surged forward relentlessly, as if intent on destroying the water giant outright.

Crash!

Rimer and Siyan moved simultaneously. Like two people who had mastered combination techniques, they wielded wind and water to construct a new wall.

But the current, striking faster, shattered the incomplete wall and collided head-on with the water giant.

Boom!

The upper body of the water giant crumbled, and the Elves riding on its hands scattered like autumn leaves in the wind.

“Ahhh!”
“Kyaaaah!”
“Ughhhh!”

Unable to use their full strength because of the iron chain collars, the Elves could only thrash about before plummeting into the river.

“Damn!”

Dorian, still on the deck, hastily dove into the river. He pulled a small boat from his pack and immediately set it afloat on the water.

“Get in this way!”

The boat was quite large, so it seemed there would be room to spare even after taking in all the Elves who had fallen into the water.

“How does he even have that? No, this isn’t the time to worry about such things.”

Rimer let out a sigh of relief and gazed at the old man who had leaped from the current.
Despite his distinctive crimson skin, the storm of malice gleaming in his eyes was so intense that it was nearly impossible to see clearly.

‘That old man….’

He had heard of the old man with red skin who wielded a fishing rod as a weapon. It was unmistakably Siran, the deputy leader of the Nambuk Alliance.

“I didn’t expect the Vice-Leader of the Nambuk Alliance to come in person.”

Rimer twisted his lips as he looked at Siran.

“The Radiant Sword of Zigheart, I see.”

Siran nodded her chin as she regarded Rimer.

“Raon Zigheart is still inside, then? That works out well.”

She gazed at Rimer with cold intent and gently swayed the fishing rod.

“If I kill all of you before he emerges, I can make him feel what I feel.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Raon Zigheart killed my grandson.”
“What?”
“Tiller. That demon killed the child who was meant to become a hero!”

Siran’s eyes gleamed with an eerie light as she raised the fishing rod. The bobber floating on the water’s surface began to spin with violent intensity.

‘River Transformation….’

Siran had ascended to Grand Master rank, befitting her station as Vice-Leader of the Elder Council. Though age may have diminished her stamina, her martial prowess remained formidable beyond measure.

Rimer’s eyes narrowed as he glanced back at Siyan.

‘Siyan won’t be able to summon the Spirit Kings either.’

The four Spirit Kings remained bound to the Spirit Realm, unable to leave while they restored the nearly shattered realm.

‘And I’m not in perfect condition either.’

I hadn’t fully healed the wounds sustained in my battle with Hongryeom-gwi. Against a Master, I might manage, but against an opponent of her caliber, the situation was entirely different.

‘All I can do is endure.’

Rimer made his decision and shifted his gaze to Siyan and Leiran behind him.

“Everyone fall back. I’ll hold the line here. Hurry to the river—”
“Not a chance.”

The moment Siran stamped her foot, warriors from the Nambuk Alliance erupted from the gray warship she’d arrived on, surrounding us completely.
Whether they belonged to the Elder Council or not, their raw martial prowess far exceeded those we’d encountered at the Maritime Market.

“Leave none alive. Slaughter them all.”

At his chilling command, the Nambuk Alliance warriors revealed a viscous killing intent as they plunged into the river.

Rimer watched the Nambuk Alliance warriors moving toward the ferry, his lips tightening.

‘Damn it!’

Under normal circumstances, Dorian, Siyan, and Leiran together would be more than enough to hold them off, but now they had to fight while protecting the drowning Elves. This was no easy battle.

“You start.”

Siran needed no further words, simply bringing down the fishing rod he’d raised with decisive force.
As his wrist twisted, the rod bent sharply, unleashing a powerful surge of aura.

‘Right side!’

I barely read the trajectory and erected a sword barrier to my right.

Crash!

A terrifying impact drove into my shoulder. The enraged Siran spared no strength, revealing his full power from the very start.

Crackle!

The fishing rod itself was blocked thanks to the sword barrier, but the fishing line moved as if alive, aiming at my left arm holding the sword. I felt the River’s momentum rushing in and scraping away at the sword barrier.

“What a bothersome inspiration!”

But the line was infused with such keen aura that he nearly suffered a wound to his foot instead.
However, the fishing line had a sharp aura seeping into it, so he almost ended up injuring his feet instead.

“It’s difficult.”

The fishing rod, line, and hook were all moving independently—it felt like I was facing three opponents at once.

“Graaahhh!”

With Siran’s primal roar, her fishing rod came crashing down with terrifying force. The internal injuries I’d barely recovered from flared up again, bringing searing pain in their wake.

“How about you take it easy?”

Rimer concealed his injuries and smiled with practiced ease, as if unbothered.

“You are a sacrifice. A sacrifice to show Raon Zigheart the depths of hell!”

Siran poured vicious fury into the surface of her surging fishing rod. The strong current wrapped around the bobber extended outward, targeting not just Rimer but the Elves behind him as well.

“Ugh!”

Rimer spun through the air and raised his sword from below, meeting her attack. Massive wind energy condensed in a circular formation, blocking Siran’s current.

Crash!

I managed to block it, but Siran’s power was so overwhelming that I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. It seemed I’d have to open the Sword Realm even if it meant suffering worse internal injuries.

“The Sword Realm….”

Just as Rimer was about to open his upper dantian to activate the Sword Realm—
The hole in the ship that the water giant had torn open erupted with a magnificent crimson light.

Boom!

A tremendous inferno erupted, and the ship embedded deep in the river was split in half and exploded outward.

From within the searing heat that consumed the entire ship, eyes burning more intensely than the flames themselves flashed into view.

“Raon Zigheart!”

Siran kicked Rimer aside and rushed toward Raon.

Crash!

Raon lightly extended the Heavenly Sword, intercepting the fishing rod that Siran brought crashing down.

“I’ve drawn your face thousands of times. No—tens of thousands of times, you wretched demon!”
“Are you Tiller’s grandfather?”

Raon regarded Siran with eyes as calm and composed as still water.

“He was a man who deserved to die.”

I shook my head, observing the madness that burned in the old man’s gaze.

“Tiller enslaved the Blue Demons to elevate himself, dominating their very existence. He was no hero—merely refuse.”
“Silence! It’s you who should be dead!”

Siran unleashed his fury without restraint, swinging the fishing rod in wild, desperate arcs. The river erupted as though bombarded, water exploding in all directions.

Crash!

I met his rage head-on, summoning a river current to deflect the fishing rod away.

“Like begets like—a dog’s offspring is always a dog.”
“What?”
“If you miss your grandson so desperately, I’ll send you to where that trash resides.”

I raised the Heavenly Sword, tilting my head slightly. My crimson eyes burned with a light deeper and more viscous than the river reflecting the sunset.

“Come.”

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