The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 622

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Chapter 622

Karun’s eyes widened as he watched Glen Zigheart appear suddenly.

‘Why is Father here…?’

This infirmary was located far from the Patriarch’s Hall.
Even for Glen, it should have been impossible to sense this place without some kind of clue, yet here he was.

“Gaaaahhhhh!”

The Robe Man belatedly felt the bones and flesh of his wrist being crushed, and he let out a scream as if his throat were being torn apart.

“Y-you’re Glen Zigheart! Why are you—”
“You have no right to ask questions.”

Glen drove his fist into the Robe Man’s mouth.

Crunch!

The Robe Man’s teeth scattered like corn kernels. It was a measure to prevent him from using any poison hidden in his mouth.

“Ghhhhh…”

The Robe Man collapsed with a grotesque moan. The brain energy Glen had forced into him seemed to render him unable to move a single finger.

“Where did you come from?”

Glen forced the Robe Man to his knees and twisted his jaw. It was a brief question, but one that could reveal much.

“Khhhhk…”

The Robe Man did not answer, only moaning as he remained bent over.

“If you don’t wish to speak, then don’t.”

Glen nodded as if to say do as you please. A crimson brain wave flashed, and the Robe Man convulsed, thrashing his limbs wildly.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

Crimson flowers bloomed across the man’s pristine white robe. Glen’s lightning energy coursed through his entire body, and blood seeped from every pore.

“Gasp….”

The Robe Man’s face had turned a sickly blue as he gasped for breath, overwhelmed by excruciating agony.

Karun swallowed hard at the sight.

‘He’s controlling his entire body.’

Glen was currently constricting the Robe Man’s entire frame with lightning energy. It seemed he couldn’t even move a finger or breathe of his own volition.

“Quite the stubborn insect, aren’t you.”

Glen nodded calmly with a glance of his eyes.

“If you wish to resist, be my guest. From this moment on, your body is no longer yours.”
“Khehehe.”

As Glen began to twist the lightning energy like wire, the Robe Man released both a groan and a bitter laugh simultaneously.

“Then what if it’s not mine either.”
“Hmm.”

Glen sensed something amiss and rapidly circulated his lightning energy, intensifying the pressure that suppressed the Robe Man.

“Cough!”

Yet the Robe Man disregarded the strengthened restraint, spewing a vicious torrent of blood from his lips.

“Your… your time is also running short. Glen Zigheart….”

The Robe Man muttered incomprehensible words before his breath ceased entirely.

“….”

Glen remained unperturbed even in this unexpected turn of events. With a composed gaze, he extended his hand and slashed open the Robe Man’s chest.

‘There’s something else.’

I had completely suppressed the Robe Man’s aura and muscles, and even extracted the poison hidden in his teeth, but seeing his breathing cease made it clear that something was concealed within his heart.

Squelch!

I grasped the small object moving inside the Robe Man’s heart, submerged in blood.
It was a creature resembling a centipede. So small it would be invisible to ordinary eyes, yet its teeth were grotesquely oversized.

“A Rage Worm, perhaps.”

Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow as he watched the creature go limp, as if it had exhausted its strength.
The form differed slightly from what he knew, but only a Rage Worm would hide within a heart. This vicious curse appeared to be what had stopped the man’s breathing.

‘An organization that uses Rage Worms….’

Among the Oma, only the Black Tower and Eden possessed the capability to use Rage Worms, but there was no guarantee it was them.
A new organization could have emerged, or it could have been the White Blood Cult, judging by the color of this robe.

Glen Zigheart pulled back the Robe Man’s hood. As expected, an unfamiliar face. He turned his gaze toward Karun, who had fallen silent and lowered his body.

“Ah, Father….”

Karun attempted to rise, but his entire body was devoid of strength, leaving him unable to move.

“How did you come to be here?”
“Who is this man?”

Glen Zigheart did not answer the question, instead posing a new one.

“I don’t know either, sir.”

Karun glanced at the corpse of the Robe Man and shook his head.

“He approached me once before, asking to shake hands, but I ignored him.”
“What did he say when he approached you?”
“…He said he would make me the Head of House.”
“Head of House? How?”
“He said he would eliminate the successor candidates one by one.”

Glen Zigheart’s brow furrowed as soon as he heard that much—he understood the implications instantly.

“So you sold information about Raon back then.”
“Hm….”

Karun clicked his tongue briefly. The fact that Glen Zigheart was asking about Raon meant he’d overheard the entire conversation.

“Yes, sir.”
“But it seems you didn’t give them accurate information. Why is that?”
“I thought I needed to learn their true identity first, so I gave them false information. However, they never revealed themselves. They were quite skilled operatives.”
“Then why didn’t you join hands with such skilled individuals?”

Glen Zigheart looked down at Karun with cold, questioning eyes.

“I….”

Karun closed his eyes briefly, then opened them. Even speaking caused him such pain that his face contorted, but he forced his lips to move.

“I am the son of the Northern Tyrant King. Even if I were to commit inhuman acts, I could never betray the Zigheart. As I told them, I would sooner destroy the Zigheart with my own hands than allow outsiders to set foot on this land.”

He spoke his true conviction as if swearing an oath.

“….”

Glen Zigheart said nothing. He simply watched Karun with those cold, piercing eyes.

“You….”

Just as he began to speak slowly, Pedrick burst through the door roughly.

“What—what is this! Why is there a dead man here!”

Pedrick cried out in exasperation.

“We’ll need to move the infirmary. Have Karun transferred to a location near the Main Mansion.”

Glen Zigheart gestured toward Karun’s bed.

“Hey! At least tell me what this is about before you leave! What’s wrong with you!”
“Let’s have a drink together sometime.”

With those final words, he left the infirmary.

Glen Zigheart approached Sheryl and Roen, who had been waiting outside the infirmary, and handed them the corpse of the Rage Worm he’d been holding.

“This is….”

Roen’s eyes narrowed as he examined the Rage Worm that had fallen into his hands.

“It’s an unusual variant of Rage Worm. Don’t focus solely on Oma—investigate every faction rumored to be using Rage Worms.”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”

Sheryl and Roen’s expressions grew grave, far different from when discussing Raon, and they vanished toward the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Running out of time, are you?”

Glen Zigheart’s gaze turned toward the Annex Building as he adjusted the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword.

“Your breath will cease long before mine does.”

I’ll make you regret ever touching the Zigheart.

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I stood upon the lake behind the Annex Building and drew the Heavenly Sword. Just as I was about to raise the blade overhead, Wrath burst forth.

-Krrrrgh!

Wrath patted his plump belly and let out a satisfied exclamation.

-Ah, home-cooked meals are the best! No matter how much I eat, I never tire of them!

He smacked his lips with satisfaction at the meal.

-If only there were some pearl ice cream here, I’d think I’d arrived in paradise. And didn’t someone promise to treat me to delicious food for a while…?

Wrath, despite being a Demon Lord, waxed poetic about paradise while rubbing his hands together.

‘That was last time.’
-It wasn’t just once! Keep your promise!
‘Sigh, let’s go tomorrow.’

If I left him alone, he’d chatter all day, so I quickly waved him off.

-Kuh! So you’ve become the Organization Master and your heart’s grown generous too! I wonder how magnanimous you’ll be once you become a Demon Lord.
‘That’s not going to happen.’
-You never know.

Wrath said he’d see me tomorrow and retreated into the bracelet.

I shook my head and lifted the Heavenly Sword above my head.
I twisted my wrist smoothly and brought the blade down. The crystalline sword wind that bloomed split the moon reflected in the lake.

Ching!

A mystical phenomenon occurred as if the moon itself were being cleaved, yet I furrowed my brow and shook my head.

“That’s not it.”

Glen Zigheart, whom I’d witnessed today, had shattered Karun’s ascending sword strike with a basic, monotonous sword form.
I was trying to recreate his martial prowess, which seemed to weave together emotion and intent, but naturally it wasn’t working.

‘Watching and actually doing are different things, as expected.’

I clicked my tongue briefly and raised the sword point that had been aimed at the ground.
A sword strike like a water serpent soaring skyward and transforming into a dragon—the first form of the Spear Heaven Sword that Glen had demonstrated.

Chiiiiing!

Crimson energy climbed along the blade and surged upward as if to split the heavens, then faded. A red tail like a comet wetted the empty air.

‘That’s not it either.’

Unlike my current swordsmanship, Glen Zigheart’s blade seemed to form the very sky itself—so vast and grand that I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. The difference was far greater than that between a spear and a toothpick.

‘As expected, I can’t replicate it immediately.’

No matter how much my Mental World had grown or how powerful the Ring of Fire was, it was impossible to immediately master Glen Zigheart’s sword technique and enlightenment as a transcendent being.

‘Of course, that’s no reason to give up.’

My true weapon wasn’t the talent to imitate others, but the perseverance to repeat until I succeeded. I resolved to keep trying for as long as I could and activated the Heavenly Sword once more.

Whiiiing!

As my balance faltered worse than the first attempt and I furrowed my brow, a heavy voice came from behind me.

“Your posture has collapsed.”
“Huh?”

I swallowed hard and turned around. Glen Zigheart was standing before the Lake—I hadn’t even noticed when he’d arrived.

“Head of House?”

I hadn’t sensed his presence at all. My heart raced even though I’d done nothing wrong.

“Head of House, I greet—”
“Never mind.”

Before I could finish my greeting, Glen Zigheart waved his hand and walked into the Lake. Even as he stepped on the water, there wasn’t the slightest ripple—it was as if he were treading on solid ground.

“What brings you here, Head of House?”
“Ogram. That fool mentioned you paid off my debt in his stead.”

Glen Zigheart’s brow furrowed as though his pride had been wounded.

I blinked as I met his cold gaze.

‘Hm?’

It seems your mood has lightened a bit.

Glen Zigheart’s expression remained grave, yet it appeared considerably lighter than when he’d meted out punishment to Karun earlier.

“What you did was far from trivial. War between the Zigheart and the Beast Alliance could have erupted without issue. You prevented that war.”

Glen approached with eyes difficult to read and nodded.

“You’ve worked hard.”
“No, sir.”

I had simply wanted to save Judith and Jubel. Since I hadn’t acted with such grand intentions, I shook my head.

“Your modesty doesn’t change what you’ve accomplished.”

Glen withdrew a booklet and a gold badge from his chest.

“This contains the essentials of your sword techniques and my interpretation of the Heavenly Sword. I’ve written my own thoughts, but use it as a reference—don’t follow it blindly.”

As he spoke, he extended the booklet. The distinctive scent of new paper wafted from it, suggesting it had been recently made.

“Ah….”

I carefully accepted the booklet and opened it.
Written in fluid yet powerful calligraphy were interpretations of the martial arts I was studying—each entry detailed and meticulous. I could feel that Glen had been observing me closely.

“With the Life-Death Match drawing near, it would be better to reflect upon yourself rather than learn new sword techniques or martial arts.”
“Th-thank you so much.”
“Ahem, I didn’t do this alone, so such thanks aren’t necessary.”

Glen shook his head, mentioning that Chad and Sheryl had also worked hard.

“And….”

He slowly turned away, standing upon the moonlight reflected in the lake as he closed his eyes.

“Congratulations on becoming the Organization Master.”

With those words, Glen departed from the lake.

I bowed silently toward Glen Zigheart’s departing figure. Strangely, the booklet in my hand felt warm to the touch.

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The dawn at the 5th Training Ground was unusually bustling that day.

“Did you hear about it?”

Burren Zigheart approached Martha, smacking his lips.

“Raon becoming the Organization Master?”
“I figured you’d already know.”
“How could I not? The entire family’s been buzzing about it.”

Martha shook her head, saying you’d have to be deaf not to know.

“Things should get easier now. That lazy sea slug of an Organization Master is finally gone.”

She laughed, saying the Gwangpung Corps would finally run properly.

“Honestly, anyone would be better than that Organization Master.”

Burren chuckled as he glanced at the platform where Rimer used to nap.

“Still, isn’t it strange? That someone we trained with here is now the Organization Master….”

Martha smiled faintly, lost in old memories.

“Right. That little brat….”

Burren also stroked his chin, reminiscing about the past.

“But….”

He furrowed his brow as he followed Martha’s gaze.

“How should I address Raon from now on?”
“Address him? What do you mean?”
“Until now, I’ve called him by his position as unit commander, and I’ve spoken casually to him. He didn’t seem to mind either. But now that he’s become the Organization Master….”
“What’s there to think about?”

Martha waved her hand dismissively.

“Obviously, you address him as Organization Master, and you speak respectfully.”
“What?”

Burren’s eyes widened as he looked at Martha. The one person he’d expected to resist the most was taking the lead on this, which struck him as oddly amusing.

“The Organization Master is in a position to lead the unit. If the chain of command collapses, everyone’s lives are at risk. It would be different if we met separately among ourselves. But in front of the members, we must always treat him with the respect due to an Organization Master.”

Martha spoke calmly, as if her resolve was already set.

“Organization Master Raon?”

Lunan approached cautiously and nodded.

“Yes. From now on, address Raon that way.”

Martha nodded approvingly.

“Demon Woman Squad Leader?”

Lunan pointed at Martha for the second time, his lips curling up ever so slightly.

“You damned fool!”

Martha gnashed her teeth and lunged at Lunan.

“Demon Woman, don’t be angry.”
“Shut up!”
“Okay.”

Lunan froze the ground beneath his feet and leaped backward.

Burren’s eyes narrowed as he watched Martha begin to rampage.

‘Unexpected.’

I had assumed Martha would continue speaking to me informally as she always had, even after becoming Organization Master, but she was the first to show me respect.
The ill-tempered brat had grown up, it seemed—I found myself smiling without realizing it.

Whoosh!

While Burren watched Martha and Lunan’s small skirmish with a smile, the Training Ground door opened, and Rimer and I entered together.

“Fall in!”

He quickly assembled the Gwangpung Corps and rushed to the front of the platform.

I stood at the deputy commander’s position behind the platform, and Rimer stepped forward.

“You’ve all heard, I assume.”

He met the blazing eyes of the Gwangpung Corps with a faint smile.

“As of yesterday, the Organization Master of the Gwangpung Corps has changed.”

Rimer swept his calm gaze across all the swordsmen, from squad leaders to regular members, then nodded.

“I apologize for not informing you beforehand, but I felt the time had come. You’ve all suffered greatly following such an incompetent Organization Master.”
“You certainly have been difficult to work with.”

Crain shook his head at Rimer.

“I deserve praise for not being corrupted by your laziness.”

Martha frowned as she looked at Rimer.

“You stamped the attendance log at the Gambling House far more often than here.”

Burren sighed, remembering how he’d had to search the Gambling House to find Rimer.

“I’m tired.”

Lunan waved his hand as if to hurry things along.

“You brats! Read the room! This is when you’re supposed to let someone go gracefully!”

Rimer’s complexion turned sickly yellow as his vision of a beautiful farewell crumbled.

“How can we part beautifully when the Organization Master has done all those things?”
“And he’s not even leaving. He’s just stepping down to Vice Organization Master.”
“That’s the real sweet deal. Getting paid without doing anything—a salaried freeloader.”
“An enviable life indeed.”
“Enough.”

I stepped forward to silence the murmuring Gwangpung Corps.

“Lazy, gambler, drunkard, beggar—call him what you will, but he was still our Organization Master. Show some restraint.”
“…wait, you’re taking my side, right? Right?”

Rimer’s lips trembled as he clutched his chest as if in pain.

“He didn’t work, didn’t train, didn’t maintain anything, but….”
“Stop right there! It hurts!”

He shook his head with an expression of pain far greater than when he’d been beaten by Glen.

“Organization Master.”

I drew my sword and offered Rimer a formal salute, a faint smile playing at my lips.

“Thank you for your hard work all this time.”
“Thank you for your hard work!”

At my call, the Gwangpung Corps drew their swords and offered Rimer a formal salute.
All playfulness vanished. Only courtesy and solemnity filled the 5th Training Ground.

“Hmm….”

Rimer gazed at the swordsmen one by one—once his disciples, now his subordinates—his eyes wavering.

“You’ve all worked hard too.”

He smiled and took a step back.

“Then the old man should step back, and we must welcome a new Organization Master.”

Following Rimer’s gesture, I took my place at the front of the platform.

“I am Raon Zigheart, your new Organization Master.”

I met the gleaming eyes of the Gwangpung Corps and offered a sword salute.

“I look forward to working with you all.”
“We look forward to serving you!”

The Gwangpung Corps, including their unit leader, roared and raised their swords toward me—their voices twice as loud as when they had greeted Rimer.

“…Treacherous lot.”

Rimer turned his head away as if sulking.

“As the new Organization Master, my goal is to elevate the Gwangpung Corps to the rank of Gwangpung Division. There will be many hardships ahead, but I ask for your unwavering support.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Of course!”

Upon hearing that promotion to Division status was the goal, all members of the Gwangpung Corps nodded with bright smiles.

“Then, to commemorate my appointment as Organization Master….”
“A celebration dinner?”

Crain raised his hand as if he’d been waiting for this.

“We will conduct special training.”

Silence fell over the 5th Training Ground at my words.

“…Training?”
“At a time like this? With this atmosphere?”
“Our Organization Master really can’t read the room.”

Lunan, Burren, and Martha let out sighs of exasperation.

“This training will be a week-long intensive concentration exercise conducted in dueling format on Bekmang Mountain. We will first divide into pursuers and survivors, and then….”

I explained the overview of the training I had prepared to everyone. As my words continued, the complexion of the Gwangpung Corps grew increasingly pale.

“This is too much! A week of continuous training followed by a life-or-death duel?”

Crain’s eyes trembled as if seized by fear.

“I’ll just die instead.”

Dorian pulled a steel hammer from his belly pouch.

“That’s right….”

Burren Zigheart’s jaw quivered.

“I’d forgotten—that man is a demon!”
“And not just any demon, but a Demon Lord.”
“The return of the Demon Lord….”

The Gwangpung Corps trembled as memories of their past training under me surfaced, their jaws shaking.

“P-please, Organization Master! Talk some sense into Raon!”

Dorian clasped his hands together, looking toward Rimer.

“Haha.”

Rimer shook his head rapidly.

“The Organization Master is you now. I’m busy, so I’ll just be going….”

As he tried to escape, I blocked his path.

“Where are you going?”
“Huh? I have an appointment, so I need to leave….”
“This training requires full participation from the entire Gwangpung Corps. That means the Vice-Commander must join as well.”

I smiled ominously and seized Rimer’s wrist.

“Ah….”

Rimer exhaled sharply as he watched Raon’s hand clench around his wrist like a shackle.

“That’s… that’s not fair! I’m the Unit Commander….”
“Here.”

Raon chuckled and shook his head.

“From now on, the Unit Commander participates in all training as well.”
“Wait, hold on! That’s not what I wanted! Let go! Let go, I said! I don’t want to be Unit Commander anymore!”

He’d imagined drawing a salary while holding the title of Unit Commander and doing nothing—he’d never anticipated being dragged into training like this.

“Too late.”
“You demon bastard!”

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