The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 613

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Chapter 613

Listern slipped silently into the Sran Tribe Village, his brow furrowing with displeasure.

‘Ordering around someone I’ve just met as if they were my subordinate.’

Raon had rushed toward the battlefield where the Sran Tribe and assassins clashed, instructing me to remain in this village.

He claimed a spark capable of causing a massive explosion lay hidden deeper within the village, but I honestly found it hard to believe. Concealing such a spark outside would be one thing, but hiding it within the village itself was no simple feat.

“Hmm….”

Now that I thought about it, Raon seemed to have disliked my following him from the start. When I entered the burning forest, he’d worn an expression questioning why I’d come along.

‘What’s his reason? Could it be that he suspects I might extract information about martial techniques?’

My eye for detail, honed through years as an assassin and informant, surpassed even that of top-tier martial artists, so such suspicion wasn’t unreasonable.

‘He’s more narrow-minded than I expected.’

The Black Market and Zigheart were practically in a semi-alliance at this point, so harboring such thoughts struck me as absurd.

‘Still, one can never be too careful.’

There was a chance he’d truly sent me here to protect the village, so I was mapping out escape routes when a golden sun and moon rose above the darkening sky.

‘What is that….’

The moment my jaw dropped in bewilderment, a terrifying storm of aura erupted beneath the sun and moon.

It was Raon. Standing at the center of the battlefield, he wielded a longsword ablaze with flame and frost, simultaneously holding back the Sran Tribe’s shamans and the assassins.

He employed no special swordsmanship, nor did he manipulate any colossal aura.
His sword strikes were utterly ordinary in form, yet the Sran Tribe shamans staggered with their divine possession severed, while the assassins were torn apart like paper with a single blade.

In the end, he froze dozens of assassins solid against the ground itself.
To achieve such a feat with a blade—it was a sight I, who had traversed countless battlefields, had never witnessed.

After that, no one dared raise a weapon against Raon. Merely a few swings of his blade had extinguished all malice and murderous intent from the battlefield.
A single monster named Raon Zigheart had brought the war to an end.

‘Wait….’

Watching Raon fight, I realized that someone wielding such overwhelming power would never hesitate to reveal their martial techniques.

‘Then could it really be?’

Listern quickly opened his senses. Around the gently flickering flames, he felt the presence of assassins approaching the village.

The assassins halted at a certain distance and emitted subtle aura fluctuations. Those waves seeped into the village’s interior, triggering a massive explosion.

BOOM!

An enormous wall of flames erupted, engulfing the entire village. The heat was so intense that breathing stopped involuntarily.
A prison of fire had been erected—one where escape was impossible and breathing could not continue.

“What, what is this!”
“Why are flames suddenly appearing here….”
“Everyone get out! If we stay like this, we’ll all die!”

The elderly who had remained in the village emerged with the children they’d hidden in their homes. But the flames were too fierce, and they could only bite their lips in helplessness.

Shing!

Listern drew the sword at his waist. He unleashed blade energy and wind pressure, opening the escape route he had prepared in advance.

“This way! Hurry!”

At his cry, the elderly and children of the Sran Tribe widened their eyes.

“We, we don’t know who you are, but thank you!”
“Everyone come this way!”
“Get out before the fire spreads further!”

The tribespeople initially seemed suspicious, but realizing there was no reason for an enemy to save them, they fled the burning village through the opened passage.

Listern swallowed dryly as he watched the elderly and children of the Sran Tribe rush away.

‘Was it real?’

How could this be possible?

Someone might possess the power to end a war single-handedly. They might detect assassins lurking in the shadows.

But to uncover embers that hadn’t even ignited yet within the village—this was an ability I couldn’t comprehend no matter how hard I tried.
It wasn’t just the work of a Monster or a genius; one could say a god had descended upon him.

Listern turned his gaze away as he finally departed the village.

I tried to find Raon, but he had already vanished, and all I could see were the Sran Tribe warriors and shamans rushing forward with sorrow and rage burning in their eyes.

Yet once they confirmed the villagers were safe, the intensity faded from their pupils as they approached.

“Thank you!”
“We are truly grateful! Our savior!”
“How can we ever repay such kindness!”

The Sran Tribal Chief and the warriors drew near, expressing their gratitude with bowed heads.

“Ah, no, I….”

My fingertips trembled as I watched the people thank me without the slightest hesitation.

‘Now that I think about it….’

This is the first time I’ve ever received such gratitude.

Living as an assassin, then as an informant, I had never once received sincere thanks or appreciation from anyone.

As I received their heartfelt words of gratitude, an exquisite, ticklish sensation welled up in my chest.

It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but I knew I had to be honest about it.

“I didn’t do this.”

I shook my head firmly.

“Raon instructed us to protect the village just in case.”
“Ah, he….”
“Hah….”
“He’d already thought this far ahead?”

The Sran Tribal Chief let out a groan and turned to look back at where Raon had been. The tribe members also searched for Raon with widened eyes.

Listern shook his head as he followed their gazes.

‘Truly, there’s no predicting what he’ll do.’

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Raon, his face concealed behind a mask, smacked his lips as he observed the assassin’s trembling eyes.

‘So this one’s the leader.’

All the assassins here were masters of their craft, but in terms of pure martial prowess, the one before him was the strongest.
This man was undoubtedly the commander of the assassins who had orchestrated today’s attack.

“Y-yes, how did you find this place….”
“The Assassination Organization, wasn’t it?”

Judith had mentioned that the assassination group Jubel belonged to was called the Assassination Organization.

“What are you after?”
“W-what are you talking about!”

The Assassination Organization’s leader stepped backward, swallowing hard.

“You didn’t come to assassinate—you came to fight. Assassins charging head-on? You’re no different from moths drawn to flame.”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he regarded the Assassination Organization’s leader.

‘There’s definitely another purpose behind this.’

Assassins retreat when their plans fall apart—they don’t charge forward like madmen. It seemed their true target wasn’t the assassination of the Sran Tribe, but something else entirely.

“Nonsense!”

At the Assassination Organization Master’s cry, assassins hidden in the shadows began closing in without a sound.

‘So these are the real ones.’

They knew how to conceal their killing intent and perfectly suppress their presence—these assassins were at least two levels above those I’d faced moments before.
The fact that such skilled assassins were stationed here only confirmed that their objective wasn’t the assassination of the Sran Tribe.

Whiiing!

The assassins concealed in darkness unleashed a barrage of throwing blades. Swift and intricate trajectories overlapped in succession, forming a net-like pattern. It was the refined technique of a well-trained throwing blade art combined with extensive experience.

‘Still…’

It made no difference.

I stepped directly into the net of throwing blades the assassins had unleashed. Capturing the killing intent woven by the blades in my eyes, I raised the Heavenly Sword.
The silver blade flashed brilliantly, carving a luminous arc through the darkness.

Crack-crack-crack!

The Heavenly Sword extended without hesitation, and the net of throwing blades that had been pouring down in a sword formation shattered in an instant.

Seeing the assassins’ eyes distort, I drew the Soul Reaper Sword. The crimson blade sang a clear note as it left the scabbard.

Uuuuuung!

A sonic sword technique that pierced the ears and crushed the nerves—Sonic Resonance.

“Cough!”
“Aaaahhh!”
“Ughhhh!”

The assassins felt as though their nerves were shattering, and they dropped their weapons, falling to their knees.

I activated Manhwagong, wrapping the flames surging from my core around my palm as I prepared to draw the Heavenly Sword, when the Assassination Organization Master moved.

He extended his hand lightly, and the dagger imbued with aura became dozens of streaks of light that tore through space. It was skill befitting the Organization Master of the Assassination Organization.

“Snap out of it! This monster’s power is depleted too!”

The Assassination Organization Master blocked the Heavenly Sword’s trajectory and shouted. The assassins, whose spirits had been shaken by Raon’s impact, regained their senses and rushed forward again, gripping their daggers.
Their footwork was swift. In the span of a single breath, their daggers were already striking toward my neck and heart.

“You’re not wrong, but….”

I let out a soft laugh and furrowed my brow.

“You’re not at a level to handle me.”

I expanded my field of vision. Taking in the incoming daggers and assassins at a glance, I raised the Heavenly Sword that I’d been holding to the left.
A blade sharp enough to be unsettling unfurled along the horizon scorched by flames.

As the black robe fluttered, darkness was torn asunder. The assassins’ necks were split in a single slash, their bodies rolling across the ground. More than ten assassins’ lives were extinguished in that one blade strike.

“How… how is this possible….”

The Assassination Organization Master’s eyes widened in disbelief, bloodshot with shock. He couldn’t fathom how assassins coming from different directions and distances had all died in a single strike.

“I told you.”

I approached the Assassination Organization Master and shook my head.

“You’re not at a level to handle me.”
“Ugh!”

The Assassination Organization Master stepped backward with his footwork. His body dissolved into the darkness and vanished in an instant.

‘I have to escape!’

I’d heard that using Sword Realm Manifestation consumed over eighty percent of one’s aura, but it seemed to have no effect on this monster whatsoever.
A direct confrontation was impossible. I had to escape this place by any means necessary.

As I pushed forward with all my speed, my vision strangely didn’t change. It felt as though I were frozen in place.

‘What… what is this?’

My lips trembled as I turned to look behind me, but my legs were nowhere to be seen. The moment that realization struck, my body tilted, and unbearable agony flooded through me.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

The Assassination Organization leader seized the withered thicket and screamed. Looking down at my legs again, I saw that everything below the knee had been severed, gushing crimson blood.

Thud.

I approached the Assassination Organization leader with the Heavenly Sword lowered.

“A rat caught in a trap has only one way to survive—by severing its legs.”

I lowered my gaze to meet the Assassination Organization leader’s eyes.

“Of course, you won’t survive even if you cut yours off.”
“Ugh….”

His complexion had turned deathly pale, consumed by terror and agony.

“Speak.”

I placed my hand on the Assassination Organization leader’s back and clenched my jaw.

“What were you after?”
“Heh heh….”

The Assassination Organization leader let out a pained laugh and lifted his gaze.

“You’re planning to kill me anyway, aren’t you?”
“An assassin should know that whether death comes easy or hard makes a difference.”
“Don’t make me laugh, boy. My death is my choice.”

He sneered and grinned mockingly.

“No. Your breath is no longer yours.”

I scoffed and tore out the Assassination Organization leader’s jaw.

“Gasp….”
“Assassins are so outdated, I’m telling you.”

As I spoke, I extracted the poison hidden between the Assassination Organization Master’s teeth.

“No, how did you….”

The Assassination Organization Master’s eyes widened in disbelief that I’d discovered the poison concealed in his teeth.

“It’s basic knowledge.”

I tossed the poison behind me and shook my head.

“Since you rejected the easy way out, I’ll send you down the hard path instead.”

With those words, I drove the scorching heat of Manhwagong and the frigid cold of Glacia through his back, spreading both energies as I deployed the torture technique I’d personally developed.

“Krrgh….”

Though his body had gone rigid and he couldn’t speak, the Assassination Organization Master convulsed with violent groans, his eyes beginning to fill with blood from the agony.

I gestured to Wrath while sitting atop the Assassination Organization Master’s back.

‘Want to bet on whether he lasts an hour? If you’re right, I’ll buy you a set of pearl ice cream.’
-If I’m wrong?
‘How about you give me all your stats?’
-That’s not a bad deal.

Wrath nodded eagerly.

-Still, he’s the leader of those assassins. He’ll definitely last an hour.

He raised his hand, betting that he’d endure for more than an hour.

‘Then I’m betting under an hour.’

I chuckled and intensified the torture I was inflicting on the Assassination Organization Master.

-You cheating bastard!

Wrath grabbed me by the collar, letting out a sharp cry.

-Increasing the intensity of torture is against the rules!
‘There was no condition saying I couldn’t increase the intensity.’
-That’s a basic condition!
‘Ah, really? I didn’t know. I’ll keep that in mind next time.’
-What kind of character is this….

He stood there with his mouth agape, utterly dumbfounded.

“Hnngh….”

The Assassination Organization Master could no longer endure it, his breathing becoming shallow and labored. From the look in his eyes, he was ready to divulge anything if only the torture would stop.

“You should have done that from the start.”

I released the torture and helped the Assassination Organization Master to his feet.

“What is your name?”
“C-Colin. My name is Colin.”

Colin bowed his head, his expression completely hollow.

-Grrr! You truly are the Demon King of mockery!

Wrath ground his teeth in frustration.

[You have achieved victory in the wager with Wrath.

The moment Wrath conceded, a message announcing my victory appeared.

-The True Demon King doesn’t answer when I call, but this system is disgustingly fast! I should just break it….

[All stat points increase by 3.]

An additional message appeared as Wrath furrowed his brow.

-What? Why did it increase by 3 points instead of 1?
‘You never specified how many points. It must be the System’s discretion.’
-That doesn’t need to be said! Of course it should be 1 point!
‘Ah, is that so? I’ll keep that in mind next time.’

Raon waved his hand dismissively at the System that had sent the message.

-I’m going to lose my mind!

Wrath couldn’t contain himself and screamed at the sky in exasperation.

Raon ignored Wrath’s explosive rage and gestured to Colin.

“So what were you after? Don’t give me that nonsense about assassinating the Sran Tribe.”
“We… we were trying to create a crisis.”
“Create a crisis?”
“That is…”

As Colin was about to answer, a blue light rippled from his heart, and his chest split open.

Splurttttt!

The delayed spray of blood confirmed this was reality.

Behind Colin’s collapsing corpse, Raon saw a man with a chilling gaze.

‘Karun?’

Karun, the Central Intelligence Agency Master whom he never imagined would be here, had revealed himself.

‘Why is that man here…’

He couldn’t fathom why Karun, who was supposed to be on a mission, was present in this place.

‘The reason he’s here… wait!’

What if Jubel hadn’t escaped from Karun?

He had assumed Jubel became an assassin and Karun sold him externally, but that didn’t seem to be the case. This assassination organization called the Assassination Organization might belong to Karun himself.

‘No, that’s it!’

Jubel and Judith never escaped Karun’s grasp from the beginning.

Combining Karun’s appearance with Colin’s words about creating a crisis for the Sran Tribe, a single hypothesis crystallized in my mind.

‘What if Karun appeared and saved everyone when the Sran Tribe faced the threat of burning to death?’

Karun would become the Beast Alliance’s benefactor, and he could achieve tremendous accomplishments within the Zigheart as well.

In reality, the assassins who attempted to raid the Sran Tribe were numerous but not particularly strong. It was clear he intended to use them as stepping stones to elevate his own achievements.

‘The reason he went this far must be because of me.’

Recently, I’ve been hearing that it wouldn’t be strange if I became a successor candidate given the accomplishments I’ve accumulated.
Karun, sensing the ominous shift in the family’s internal atmosphere, had clearly devised this plan to fabricate achievements.

‘The finishing touch was silencing Colin.’

By killing the helpless Colin, Karun had essentially proven that all of this was his doing.

“Organization Master.”

I suppressed the flames burning within me and met Karun’s cold gaze.

“I never expected to meet you in a place like this.”
“I came to check on the fire spreading after returning from completing my mission.”

A plausible answer. Indeed, he hadn’t been at the family estate when he returned from his previous mission either.

“But why did you kill him?”
“He’s an assassin. Assassins are the kind of people you can never let your guard down against, right up until they’re dead.”

Karun shook his head as if questioning why I would ask something so obvious.

I watched Karun slowly approaching and bit my lip.

‘Is he planning to kill me?’

This is dangerous….

Seeing Karun’s composed expression, a chill ran down my spine.
Only Karun and I were here. There was no chance he would attack me and let me live.

‘Even if I use Sword Realm Incarnation, I can’t win.’

Karun’s martial prowess surpassed even the Demon King’s. I would be outmatched even at full strength, and now that I was weakened from using the Sword Realm, there was no question about it.

‘Should I run? No, showing my back would be even more dangerous.’

Karun’s swordsmanship from moments ago had slashed Colin before I could even perceive it. One careless move and my head would fly.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Karun approached until he was within striking distance, his eyes turning glacial.

“What did he tell you?”
“I’m not sure.”

I shook my head with a calm smile.

“I see.”

Karun’s gaze darkened. It seemed he intended to end this here and now.

As I tightened my grip on the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword, preparing my defense, an enormous shadow loomed across the sky.

Roooooaaarrr!

A white tiger the size of a house burst through the forest and unleashed a majestic roar. The man riding atop it descended before Karun and me.

His massive frame rivaled the white tiger itself, his fierce eyes blazing, and the tyrannical aura he exuded seemed to crush all living things. My hands trembled without my realizing it.

“Hmm….”

Even Karun hadn’t anticipated this arrival, furrowing his brow as he stepped back.

I swallowed hard and called out to the man who had dismounted from the white tiger.

“Beast Alliance Leader?”

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