The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 634

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Chapter 634

“T-the Layer Master!”
“How could this be…”
“No, it can’t be! Seol Goehu losing to this brat!”
“Aah…”

The Black Tower’s demons trembled as they gazed upon Seol Goehu’s lifeless corpse beneath my feet. Cold sweat streamed down their foreheads in rivulets.

“F-fast! Move as fast as you can!”

Burren Zigheart drove his blade forward with gritted teeth toward the demons. A cutting wind bloomed from the razor-sharp edge, tearing through the chests of the panicked creatures.

“That Organization Master does whatever he wants! This is no joke!”

Martha furrowed her brow as she unleashed her rampage ability. A brilliant aura cascaded from her grip with devastating weight.

Boom!

The entire maze trembled from the shockwave as demons scattered in all directions.

“I hate training…”

Lunan Slion’s fierce eyes filled with urgency as he scattered frost around him. The biting cold radiating from his blue sword technique constricted the demons’ hands and feet.

“Creatures that bring nothing but harm to the world!”

Mark Goeten seemed to despise the demons themselves rather than fear my training, his lips pressed tight as he unleashed the Lightning Sword Technique at full power. A thunderous sword strike that tore through the sky severed the squad leader’s neck.
A strike like lightning tore through the Sky and slashed the neck of the squad leader who had been giving orders to the miners.

Cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo!

As the explosive firepower of the Gwangpung Corps leaders and Mark Goeten continued relentlessly, the magical wall that had been protecting the mines was crushed in an instant.

“Show no mercy to the demons! Kill them all!”
“Let’s go!”
Let’s go!

The Gwangpung Corps seized the opening created by the squad leaders, moving with swift footwork as they advanced into the domain of the Demons.

“Stop them! Hold the line at all costs!”
“How are we supposed to withstand that!”
“Ugh….”
“It’s over. Everything’s finished!”

The Demons, reeling from Seol Goehu’s death, retreated helplessly without mounting any proper counterattack.

“You fools! Do you want to die here!”
“Move forward now!”
“There’s still a way to survive!”

The Master-class Demons desperately tried to rally morale, but Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion moved to crush that momentum entirely.

“Fight? Do you think this is a fight?”
“It’s all over! You filthy vermin!”
“There’s no escape.”

The three squad leaders each took on a Master-class Demon, severing any chance of a counteroffensive.

With Seol Goehu dead and the squad-leader-class Demons unable to exert their strength, the remaining Demons were plucked away like weeds.

“You’re the last one!”

Martha dove in like a hawk, driving her blade through the throat of the final squad-leader-class Demon still holding its ground.

“Gahhhhh….”

The Demon reached toward empty air as if in protest before collapsing.

“It’s finished!”

Burren Zigheart swallowed hard and turned to look back.

“How much time!”
“We haven’t passed five minutes yet, have we?”

Not just him, but the entire Gwangpung Corps gazed at Raon, trembling with both awe and anticipation.

“Hmm….”

I tapped my wrist and shook my head.

“Unfortunately, five minutes have passed.”
“Yes….”
“That, that can’t be right?”
“I finished quickly!”

The Gwangpung Corps member’s mouth fell open in disbelief that five minutes could have elapsed.

“Five minutes?”

Rimer tilted his head.

“I thought it finished in about four minutes?”

He tilted his head, wondering if he’d miscounted the time.

“Deputy Commander.”

I turned to Rimer and narrowed my eyes.

“Would you like to train with me?”
“….”

Rimer’s shoulders trembled before he shook his head.

“Y-yes, five minutes passed! I’m sure! I saw it!”

He discarded the Gwangpung Corps member like a worn-out rag for his own safety.

-You heavenly bastard!

Wrath’s brow furrowed deeply.

-How can a human spout lies without batting an eye!

He exhaled in exasperation at the absurdity.

‘It was all for those guys.’

I was shaking my head with a smile when Dorian suddenly spoke up.

“That’s not it!”

Dorian raised his hand high. He shook his head while holding a portable timepiece in his grip.

“The Organization Master said five minutes and I activated the timer right after, but it hasn’t alarmed yet!”

The ticking sound of the needle echoed a few times before the timepiece vibrated and emitted a small chirping sound.

“See? It’s exactly five minutes now!”
“….”

I gazed at Dorian’s timepiece and clicked my tongue.

“The timepiece must be broken….”
“You know I always maintain my essentials, right? It’s not broken!”

Dorian placed his hand on his waist with confidence.

“Ooooh!”
“Dorian did it! Dorian pulled it off!”
“He defeated the demon!”
“He captured the Demon Lord! Hero Dorian!”

The entire Gwangpung Corps raised their hands and chanted Dorian’s name.

-Puhehehehe!

Wrath burst into raucous laughter, clutching his round belly.

-Got played by a cheapskate! Serves you right!
[Pfffttt!]

Kaiyan also flapped his wings and let out a mocking laugh.

-Cough!
[Screech!]

I approached the Gwangpung Corps while gripping Kaiyan in my left hand and Wrath in my right.

“It seems I made a mistake. My apologies.”

Since I’d already set a time limit, stubbornly insisting otherwise would only damage our reputation. I had to acknowledge what was true.

-What? You, admitting fault?

Wrath blinked in surprise.

“Really, truly?”
“You’re actually admitting it?”
“Woooooooah!”
“Dorian! Dorian! Dorian!”

The Gwangpung Corps erupted in cheers of victory, hoisting Dorian onto their shoulders.

“Hehehehe! We won!”

Crain danced mockingly, snapping his fingers.

“Crain.”

I brushed my hair back and approached the playful Crain.

“Yes?”
“You took a blade.”
“N-no, it’s nothing serious.”

Crain shook his head, concealing the wound on the back of his hand.

“If it had been any worse, your hand would’ve been severed.”
“W-well, that’s….”
“And it wasn’t just any blade either—it was imbued with demonic energy. If luck had been against you, we might’ve needed to amputate your entire arm instead of just your wrist.”
“S-so….”
“First of all.”

I approached Dorian, who stood with his head held high like a hero who had captured a Demon Lord, his pride piercing the sky.

“Dorian.”
“Yes?”

Dorian approached cautiously, sensing something was amiss.

“You’ve got a gash on your thigh.”
“N-no, I was just grazed. My skin wasn’t even damaged….”
“Demonic energy deals fatal damage even with the slightest touch to skin. It’s not called demonic energy for nothing.”
“Ah….”
“Two.”

I moved past Dorian toward another member of the Gwangpung Corps. They were all swordsmen bearing minor wounds.

“What are you doing? Why are you counting?”
“W-well….”
“This doesn’t feel right….”

The Gwangpung Corps swallowed hard as they heard my count exceed ten.

“Twenty-five.”

After counting all the injured swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps, I returned to my original position.

“That’s the number of fools who sustained injuries in this battle.”
“….”

The Gwangpung Corps lowered their heads in silence, as if they’d never celebrated at all.

“Twenty-five injured among soldiers fighting opponents whose minds have shattered from Seol Goehu’s death? Does that make any sense to you?”
“W-well, that’s not….”
“Yes! We fought hastily! We didn’t have time!”
“Shouldn’t you be more careful the less time you have? Do you think that’s an excuse?”

My cutting words drained the color from the Gwangpung Corps’ faces.

“This won’t do. We’ll treat your wounds here before we leave.”
“W-wait! That wasn’t the agreement!”

Crain lifted his head like a meerkat.

“What promise?”
“I finished it in five minutes, and you said training would be unfair….”
“You’re mistaken. The training starting now is special education for those foolish enough to get injured. It has nothing to do with time.”

Raon looked down at the Gwangpung Corps with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“The, the Demon Lords have been revived….”
“Why is the resurrection happening so fast!”
“Who’s going to subjugate that thing?”

The Gwangpung Corps dropped their shoulders in resignation and exhaled a collective sigh.

[Ah, demon. Screech!]

Even Kaiyan fluttered his wings as if sympathizing with the Gwangpung Corps’ plight.

-You idiots! How many times must I say it!

Wrath shrieked at the Gwangpung Corps.

-There’s no Demon Lord like that even in the Demon Realm!

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“Sigh.”

Serena, the commander of the Gonggeom Unit, lowered her sword and released a short breath. Behind her, a mountain of corpses from massive monsters covered in pristine white fur had accumulated.

Though blood still warm from the battle flowed across the battlefield, the snow pouring from the sky swiftly erased all traces of the combat.

“….”

Serena slowly lifted her gaze toward the sky. Snow fell endlessly from the empty heavens.
Beneath the snow, the land held nothing. An endless plain filled the entire world.

‘Where on earth am I?’

The landscape I saw upon reaching the 4th Floor after passing through the 3rd Floor Maze differed not at all from this place I’d reached after walking for more than a day.
This world was composed of nothing but the Snowy Plain, snow, and Monsters.

‘Are there simply no other people here?’

I had passed through the 4th Floor Corridor with the Gonggeom Unit, yet I hadn’t encountered a single other person, let alone my subordinates. It seemed either an extraordinarily vast place or a space sealed off from the outside.

As I walked through the empty Snowy Plain while worrying about my subordinates, my stamina depleted far more rapidly than during combat.
Dealing with Monsters that burst forth without warning, the mental fatigue accumulated until my body felt heavy.

‘Is this really the Sword Master’s Tomb?’

Until now, I had ignored such doubts to move faster than Oma, but the more I thought about it, the more suspicious this Tomb’s true nature became.

‘This place is less a Tomb and more….’

A place to test one’s abilities.

Ordinary Tombs and Dungeons create deadly traps to prevent grave robbers.

But this Tomb had created an environment that tested intruders rather than simply trapping them. I couldn’t fathom the Sword Master’s intent.

‘What kind of master created such a space?’

Whether it was the Sword Master or someone else, they were clearly a master beyond my imagination.

As my thoughts grew more tangled, I looked up at the sky again. Seeing the snow pouring down madly, I recalled a member of the Family I had met before entering this place.

‘I wonder if Raon is doing well?’

I trusted Raon’s strength and judgment, but since his opponents were the White Blood Cult, the Black Tower, and the Holy Sword Association, I couldn’t help but worry.

Especially since I had received help from Raon before entering the Dungeon, I found myself curious about how that child was faring.

‘To figure that out, I first need to escape this place… Hmm?’

As Serena gazed across the endless snowy plain, a small figure appeared at the right edge of her vision.

‘Not a monster.’

The monsters on the 4th Floor ignored her aura detection and appeared suddenly. This was the first human form she’d encountered in this place.

‘Who is that?’

Since they could be an enemy, I didn’t approach hastily and concentrated my aura into my eyes.
Golden hair that retained its luster even under direct gaze, crimson eyes burning as intensely as the sun, and the black cloak that had become his trademark—all came into focus as he moved.

“Raon?”
“Organization Master!”

Raon, having recognized me as well, rushed forward quickly.

“What fortune that the first person I encounter here is the Organization Master!”

He bowed his head, his face bright with relief.

“Have you been wandering lost in this place too?”
“Yes. I’m not entirely certain, but it feels like more than a day has passed.”

Raon sighed, describing this as an unbearably desolate location with no end in sight.

“I experienced the same.”

Serena nodded and examined Raon carefully. Given how unusual this place was, I conducted a thorough inspection, but found nothing particularly suspicious.

His aura’s essence and physique were identical, and even the uniform torn during the fight with the Gwimma Swordmaster and Seol Goehu before entering this place remained unchanged.

“Has anything unusual occurred?”
“It happened just before I arrived here.”

Raon shook his head.

“Just before you arrived?”
“Yes. I encountered Seol Goehu in the 3rd Floor Maze.”
“Don’t tell me you defeated him?”
“Yes.”

He spoke of capturing Seol Goehu with a calm smile.

“Heh….”

Serena let out a hollow laugh as she looked at Raon.

“You’re really something else, aren’t you?”
“I was fortunate. He wielded demonic energy like waves—quite difficult to contend with.”
“I’m curious how you won, but let’s move for now.”

She gestured with her hand toward Raon.

“We need to find the others too.”
“Understood.”

Raon nodded and positioned himself just behind Serena’s left side.

“Tell me as we go. How did you meet Seol Goehu, and how did you defeat him?”

Serena walked forward, gesturing with her finger toward Raon beside her.

“When I reached the end of the maze, he appeared as if he’d been waiting. First, I had the Gwangpung Corps engage the minions in combat, then faced him one-on-one….”

Raon explained the battle with Seol Goehu in his characteristically composed tone.

“Using cold energy, no less. You really are something….”

Serena chuckled softly and gazed ahead. It had been so long since she’d encountered another person, and the fact that it was Raon, whom she’d always cherished, quickly eased her tension. It felt like returning home.

“My journey was easier than yours.”
“Did you not encounter Oma?”
“That’s right. Oma and I were quite far apart. However, I did encounter some rather vicious traps in the maze….”

As she explained what had transpired while looking ahead.

“I see.”

I maintained my smile as I raised my right hand, drawing forth a spear. Without any aura or killing intent, I simply thrust it toward Serena’s back.

A sickening crunch echoed through the air.

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“Burren. You’re so fixated on the idea that you must lead everyone from the front that you’re failing to demonstrate your true power.”

I brushed the dust from my hands and stood before Burren first.

“Yes, I understand.”

Burren, dark circles shadowing his eyes, nodded with difficulty.

“Martha. Lately, you’ve become too dependent on your berserk state. If you rely solely on that power, your true abilities will atrophy.”
“Ugh….”

Martha bit her lip without offering a rebuttal.

“Lunan. You’re still too passive. Surely there’s still something you need to accomplish?”
“Yes….”

Lunan understood the meaning behind my words and bowed his head.

“Dorian. It’s good that you’re pushing through your fear, but you’re becoming too hasty—your vision is narrowing. Be careful. Next….”

I pointed out every weakness I’d observed in the Gwangpung Corps during combat and training.

The Gwangpung Corps rested while etching my words deeply into their hearts.
They understood in their souls that I wasn’t doing this out of spite.

“Once you’ve rested enough, prepare yourselves.”

Raon clapped his hands and pointed toward the corridor leading to the 4th Floor.

“One final piece of advice: you should trust your own strength a bit more. Have confidence.”
“Understood!”

The Gwangpung Corps, having received both counsel and praise, flashed bright smiles as they entered the corridor to the 4th Floor.

“Are you planning to raise the Gwangpung Corps to the level of the Heavenly Sword Squad?”

Rimer, the last to remain, stood before the corridor and turned his gaze toward me.

“Not merely to the level of the Heavenly Sword Squad—they must surpass them.”

I shook my head. I had no intention of stopping here. I planned to elevate every member of the Gwangpung Corps to Master rank, transforming them into the mightiest force on the Continent—not merely within Zigheart.

“Ugh, I’m starting to feel a bit sorry for the kids.”

Rimer muttered that he seemed to have passed the Organization Master position far too quickly, then entered the 4th Floor corridor.

“They’ll thank me later.”

I chuckled softly and finally stepped into the black void.

Whoooosh!

The sensation of floating persisted, yet the duration of the fall was markedly shorter than before.

“Exhale.”

I released a low breath and lifted my eyelids.

White.

A pristine Snowy Plain stretched before me—utterly devoid of trees, thickets, or stones.

Snow the size of a child’s fist fell endlessly, as though anything in this Snowy Plain would inevitably be buried beneath it.

‘No one is here.’

The Gwangpung Corps vanished, along with Kaiyan, whom I had been holding in my grasp.

-Everyone? I, the True Demon King, remain!

Wrath shook his head as if telling me not to be ridiculous.

‘That’s right. At least you’ll keep me from being bored.’

I chuckled and pressed forward across the Snowy Plain.

But there truly was nothing.

No people, no monsters, no trees, no clouds, no sun. With nothing to serve as a landmark, I couldn’t even tell if I was moving forward or backward.

-What in blazes is this place!

Wrath furrowed his brow in irritation.

-Why does it never end, even after walking for more than a day! This is insufferable!
‘I agree.’

From the First Layer through the 3rd Floor, each had possessed some discernible purpose, but the 4th Floor defied comprehension.

‘Is this meant to drive me mad?’

Just as I clicked my tongue briefly, a shadowy black silhouette appeared at the far right.

“Raon!”

Enhancing my vision with Wrath’s eyes, I could make out Rimer rushing toward me, waving his hand.
Snow had accumulated on his head and shoulders, making him look like a snowman.

“Organization Master.”
“Finally, we’ve found each other!”

Rimer exhaled a sigh laden with worry.

-Hmm?

Wrath twisted his lips as he looked at Rimer.

I lowered my gaze as I observed Rimer, searching for any sign of abnormality. Yet nothing seemed amiss.

“Phew, spending the whole day alone was exhausting.”

He shook his head, lamenting how tedious and draining the time had been. It seemed he had no one to send on errands, which appeared consistent with his nature.

“Did anything happen to you?”
“There was truly nothing in that place, so it was rather peaceful.”
“That’s just like you.”

Rimer chuckled softly and nodded.

“Then let’s move quickly. I can’t see the others, and I’m growing concerned.”

He furrowed his brow, wondering if something had befallen the Gwangpung Corps.

“…Very well.”

Raon nodded calmly and moved forward. As he steadily advanced, Rimer gathered his fingers and erected a capital.

A hand blade, honed sharper than any sword, extended silently toward my back.

Crash!

But Rimer’s strike cleaved only a snowball that had fallen from the sky, not my heart.

Thud!

I sprang from the ground like a phantom and seized Rimer’s trembling wrist.

“Wh-how!”

Rimer’s lips trembled as he met my lowered gaze.

“That damned elf mentor wouldn’t be concerned about me or the others.”

Rimer, who despised being patronized, would never voice concern for someone, even in his own thoughts.

Crack!

A torrent of molten heat blazed across Raon’s eyes as he clenched his fist with brutal force, crushing the wrist of whatever wore Rimer’s visage.

“Who are you?”

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