The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 637

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Chapter 637

Robert Family Office.
Derus Robert examined documents by the gentle moonlight as his only lamp.

When the crescent moon, shaped like a woman’s lips, took its place at the center of the sky, his hand holding the pen came to an abrupt halt.

“….”

Derus Robert set down his pen and removed his gloves. Viscous blood dripped from inside the black leather gloves, falling in droplets onto the antique desk.

He gazed at his blood-stained hand for a moment, then turned his gaze toward the door.

“Kubara.”

The moment Derus called out, the office door opened. Kubara, dressed neatly in a maid’s uniform, entered and bowed respectfully.

“You called for me?”
“Raon Zigheart entered the Tomb as well, correct?”
“Yes. Though slightly later than the other factions, he entered on the first day the Tomb opened.”

Kubara reported on Raon’s entry, keeping her head bowed.

“….”

Derus remained silent, his gaze fixed on the blood trickling from the wound on his hand.

Kubara too kept her eyes closed, waiting for Derus to speak next.

“The situation concluded this evening, then?”

Derus wiped the blood from the desk with a handkerchief, tilting his head slightly.

“Yes, that is correct.”

Kubara answered without hesitation.

“However, manipulating the corpse’s wounds may require a bit more time.”
“Hmm….”

Derus Robert gazed at the moonlight shimmering softly and smacked his lips.

“It seems I’ll need to go there myself.”
“Pardon?”

Kubara raised her head, questioning in a manner unlike her usual demeanor.

“Currently, there are throngs of people surrounding the Tomb. If you happen to be noticed….”
“I won’t go near it.”

Derus Robert shook his head again, looking at the back of his hand.

“I simply wish to confirm something.”

I didn’t believe in superstitions, but blood flowing from the wound on the back of my hand only happened when my carefully laid plans went awry.

‘Raon Zigheart.’

You again.

I had thought there would be no problem unless a leader-class figure from the Six Emperors Five Demons appeared, but Raon’s involvement—a variable in itself—weighed heavily on my mind. Not once had things gone smoothly whenever he appeared.

‘Not this time.’

Astronomical resources had been invested in constructing the Sword Master’s Tomb. If this failed, beyond mere losses, the entire grand scheme itself could crumble.
I couldn’t afford to wait passively this time.

“You trust Delphos and the Sabi Commander. You granted them the ability to control the entire Tomb, did you not? And ‘that’ is there as well….”
“Yes. The plan is flawless. However….”

Derus Robert shook his head calmly.

“Raon Zigheart. That man has continuously exceeded my predictions.”

He rose to his feet, wiping the blood trickling from the back of his hand with his lips. Even the moonlight seemed to recoil in fear as an eerie darkness descended upon the office.

“I need to see this for myself.”

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I was about to walk toward Delphos along the path the Gwangpung Corps had opened when it happened.

Boom!

Massive shockwaves erupted from both the left and right, sending the Gwangpung Corps flying backward.

“Are we invisible to you?”
“Insolent brat.”

It was the Gwimma Swordmaster and the 6th Apostle. The two old monsters blocked the Gwangpung Corps’ path, their subordinates arrayed behind them.

“L-let’s go too!”
“Now that we’ve come this far, there’s no turning back!”
“If I kill Raon Zigheart, I can become the Sword Saint too!”

Because Delphos had proclaimed himself the new Sword Saint, the martial artists from the Neutral Factions who had been holding back surged onto the battlefield, surrounding the Gwangpung Corps.

“How foolish.”

I scoffed as I regarded the Gwimma Swordmaster and the 6th Apostle.

“Do you truly believe he’ll hand over the Sword Saint’s martial techniques to you?”

I let out a derisive snort while glancing at Delphos leisurely sipping his tea.

“It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t.”

The Gwimma Swordmaster twirled his thin blade and shook his head.

“We’ll kill you, then kill him, and take what we need.”

He drew a cold smile, brimming with confidence.

“Apart from the Muak Scripture, I simply don’t like you.”

The 6th Apostle furrowed his brow as he looked at me.

“The Cult Leader ordered me to bring you back alive, but if you die here, who would know?”

He revealed a thick murderous intent and raised his hand. White blood energy blazed up like heat shimmer.

Yet the Gwimma Swordmaster and the 6th Apostle never relaxed their vigilance toward each other, even as they watched me.

“Hmm….”

I took a short breath and surveyed my surroundings.

‘Is there no one who can stop these bastards?’

From the Owen Kingdom, the Thousand Sword Master Crasel had arrived with a knight order bearing the buffalo emblem—the Koman Knight Order, said to be supreme in chaotic battles.

On the Valcar side, Raystel Barfil, whom I thought was dead, was forming a magical formation with mages.

Yet both forces showed no intention of aiding Zigheart, watching the situation unfold with sunken eyes.

‘It seems I encountered a doppelgänger disguised as the Gonggeom Unit on the 4th Floor.’

Seeing how Valcar continued to glare at the Gonggeom Unit, it was clear that Serena’s prediction had come true—they had been attacked by a doppelgänger masquerading as the Gonggeom Unit.

“Hehehehe.”

Delphos chuckled with his chin raised, his expression suggesting that this entire situation was unfolding exactly as he intended.

‘I’ll wipe that smirk off his face right now.’

I thrust the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword between the vicious auras emanating from the Gwimma Swordmaster and the 6th Apostle.

Incomplete Sword Realm Manifestation.
Divine Demon Harmony Seal.

I had thought it was complete, but upon recognizing my own shortcomings, I renamed it as Unfinished.

Uuuuuuung!

Red flames blazed across the silver blade of the Heavenly Sword, containing divinity within it, while silver frost rose across the crimson blade of the Soul Reaper Sword, forming a village of its own.

Divine sword and demonic sword. The extraordinary aura that bloomed from the two blades of extreme swordsmanship completely pushed back the auras of the Gwimma Swordmaster and the 6th Apostle.

“Sword Realm Incarnate….”

The 6th Apostle bit his lip as he gazed upon the divine and demonic swords burning with different lights.

“Even having witnessed it directly, I find it hard to believe. However….”

The Gwimma Swordmaster narrowed his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth.

“It is meaningless.”
“What’s meaningless is your life.”

I turned to face the Gwimma Swordmaster and curled up the corners of my mouth.

“You brat!”

The Gwimma Swordmaster couldn’t hold back and rushed forward. He approached at extreme speed like a beam of light grazing the corner of my eye, thrusting his blade toward my heart.

I raised the Heavenly Sword to defend, but a refreshing wind blew from behind.

Ching!

Rimer, who had moved faster than the Heavenly Sword, blocked the Gwimma Swordmaster’s blade.

Clang!

The Gwimma Swordmaster’s strike was deflected as it collided with the wind barrier that Rimer had raised.

“It seems the Organization Master’s opponent isn’t me.”

He turned his head slightly, a refreshing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Is that possible?”
“Who do you think I am? A demon’s subordinate?”

Rimer shrugged his shoulders as if urging me to hurry.

“Where are you going?”

The 6th Apostle thrust his spear forward as if he’d been waiting for this moment. It was an extraordinarily violent martial technique, yet within it lay subtle and intricate principles.

Just as I was about to draw a frost line with the Soul Reaper Sword, a massive aura crashed down from above like lightning.

Boom!

It was Serena. Despite her severe injuries, she advanced without hesitation and forced the 6th Apostle back with sheer force.

“Gonggeom Unit! Support the Gwangpung Division!”
“Yes!”

The Gonggeom Unit followed Serena’s command, positioning themselves beside the Gwangpung Division and unleashing a heavy sword aura. Their blades showed not a trace of hesitation.

“A corpse brought back from death itself.”

The 6th Apostle created a strong circle of force above his spear, biting his lip.

“Commander?”
“I almost fell for it.”

Serena turned her head back and drew a faint smile. It felt like I was seeing that expression for the first time.

“What?”
“Your words and actions reminded me of the Head of House I once admired.”
“I thought the Head of House had come.”

Rimer let the Gwimma Swordmaster’s blade slip past by a paper’s width and chuckled.

“Raon, go.”

Serena gestured with her chin toward the Jade Throne where Delphos was.

“We’ll hold this position. You do what you must.”

She smiled, declaring she would block the way even if it cost her life.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed to Serena and Rimer before turning back toward Delphos. He sat there leisurely sipping tea despite the dire circumstances.

I was about to charge forward, gripping both the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, when—

“Stop.”
“I’m afraid we cannot allow that.”

Koman and Raystel Barfil, who had been watching silently until now, stepped forward to block the platform.

“What are you doing?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he looked at Koman and Raystel Barfil. He had never imagined these two would interfere.

“We were attacked by Zigheart.”
“We cannot overlook this matter until it is properly clarified.”

Both drew their weapons with conviction—one unsheathing a sword, the other raising a staff.

“Are you breaking the Six Emperors’ pact?”

Raon bit his lip as he stared at Koman’s blade and Raystel Barfil’s staff.

“It was you who broke the pact first.”
“You attacked us on the 4th Floor!”

Raystel Barfil glared at the Gonggeom Unit while Koman’s eyes burned as he looked at me, Rimer, and the Gwangpung Corps.

“That was false. We attacked using doppelgangers….”
“If they were doppelgangers, shouldn’t they have taken our forms instead of appearing as themselves?”
“Do you take us for fools? Stop spouting such nonsense.”

Koman and Raystel Barfil shook their heads, dismissing the absurd claim.

“Moreover, your words lack evidence. Meanwhile, we were actually attacked.”
“If you offer your neck, I’ll listen.”
“….”

I studied the eyes of Koman and Raystel Barfil as they spoke. Like everyone else who had come here, their pupils were stained with desire.

“If you’re going to say such things, at least discard that naked greed in your eyes first.”

I twisted my lips while regarding Koman and Raystel Barfil with the Holy Sword and Demonic Sword.

“Silence!”

Koman brought his blade down without hesitation. Despite appearances, it was a swift and razor-sharp strike.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Raystel Barfil completed his incantation in an instant, unleashing five bolts of lightning.

Boom!

I stepped into Tae Hwa Bo, sliding to the left. I thrust the Holy Sword and Demonic Sword toward the descending lightning and blade strike.

Crash, crash, crash, crash!

The tremendous impact felt as though my shoulders were being crushed. I bit my lip and raised my gaze.

‘They’re serious?’

Koman and Raystel Barfil pressed their assault with a murderous intent so thick it seemed they truly meant to kill me. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn’t understand.

“Kill them all!”
“We have greater numbers!”
“Never retreat!”
“The Sword Saint’s teachings are right before our eyes!”

The Owen Knights, the mages of Valcar, the Holy Sword Association, the White Blood Cult, and even the neutral factions—all of them swung their blades with eyes burning crimson with fervor. They all seemed utterly mad.

‘Have they all lost their minds to treasure?’

No, this is impossible.

Even if I kill them and obtain the Sword Master’s Tomb’s techniques, I cannot become the Sword Master immediately—which means endless battles await.
I cannot fathom why they act without hesitation.

“Damn it all!”
“Kill them! Don’t hold back—slaughter them all!”
“How dare you….”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan shifted from defensive sword techniques to aggressive ones, driving Oma and the Neutral Factions into a corner. The eyes of the Gwangpung Corps blazed with a peculiar fervor.

“Now that’s how a battle should be fought.”

Delphos sipped his tea with a pleased smile, as if he had expected this all along.

‘Something’s wrong.’

I furrowed my brow as I deflected Koman’s blade.

‘This doesn’t make sense.’

Regardless of the others, the Gwangpung Corps becoming intoxicated by battle is abnormal.
It was clear that greed for treasure and some other force were at work.

‘Wait. Another force?’

There was only one other force acting upon this land.

“Don’t you dare flee!”
“Where do you think you’re going!”

Koman summoned a barrier of force, and Raystel called lightning from the heavens.
Relentless assaults descended from sky and earth alike.

Zzzzzing!

I stepped into the True Form. With the Demon Sword I traced Frostchain, and with the Divine Sword I drew Crimson Severance, erecting a shield of sword strikes along the diagonal.

Krrrraaassshhh!

I barely blocked the attacks from Koman and Raystel Barfil while casting my gaze downward.

‘It was the Barrier.’

Derus Robert had manipulated the Barrier on the fifth floor, drowning people’s reason in greed for treasure and the lust for battle.

The fact that not only Oma and the Neutral Factions, but also Owen, Valcar, the Gwangpung Corps, and the Gonggeom Unit had all succumbed to madness was proof of this.

‘A magnificent scheme.’

It was a design so ruthlessly brilliant that even I had to admire Derus Robert’s cunning.

‘However….’

Things won’t go according to your wishes.

Ever since descending to the fifth floor, I had been steadily analyzing the Barrier’s structure.

With just a bit more refinement, I could restore the Barrier to its original state before Derus had corrupted it.

I twisted my lips as I watched Delphos raise his teacup as though proposing a toast.

‘Before I take your life, I’ll shatter that cup first.’

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“The one who was supposed to come hasn’t arrived.”

Delphos smiled darkly as he observed my darkening expression.

‘Even for someone like you, this must be bewildering.’

The Six Emperors, who should have become my allies, had attacked first—surely this would leave you at a loss.

You must be confused, but this outcome was inevitable.

‘This is the real plan.’

The fifth floor was the end of the tomb where the Sword Saint’s legacy truly lay, and it was where the barrier’s power operated most potently.

Derus Robert had never intended to kill everyone on the fourth floor from the beginning.

He wanted to ensnare the martial artists—those panicked by attacks from allies or confederates—within a barrier, forcing them to turn their blades upon one another.

‘Ordinarily, such a thing would be impossible….’

But he could do it.

Derus Robert had manipulated the barrier installed within the tomb, crafting a new one that stripped the martial artists of their reason.

Like the lingering aroma of a tavern, it would slowly erode their consciousness—and unless they were of transcendent rank, they would fight to the bitter end without even comprehending what was being done to them.

Delphos watched Raon Zigheart evade the blades of Raystel Barfil and Koman, his lips curling upward.

‘You’ve reached your limit.’

No matter how formidable Raon Zigheart was, facing both Koman and Raystel Barfil simultaneously was an impossible feat.

Rimer and Serena, along with the Gwangpung Corps and Gonggeom Unit, had all lost their reason and were fighting—the situation itself was already decided.

‘Indeed, he is thorough.’

I had come out myself, worried that Raon might somehow shatter even this final plan, but it was meaningless. There were no flaws in his design.

As Delphos leisurely raised his teacup, Raon Zigheart suddenly retreated, crossing the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword together.
Gritting his teeth, he used friction—treating the Demonic Sword as a scabbard for the Divine Sword—to produce a crystalline resonance.

Uuuuuuung!

A sword cry that awakened not the ears but the spirit itself pierced through the dim space, spreading outward in all directions.

“Hmph!”

Delphos swirled his teacup with a scoff.

“It’s futile.”

I know what that swordsmanship is. A blade technique that pierces the opponent’s hearing through sword resonance and stimulates their nerves. He probably intended to awaken the warriors who were losing their minds by touching their consciousness.

But this barrier is fundamentally different from simple brainwashing. While it cannot be maintained for long, it absolutely cannot be broken by such methods.

“Stop wasting your efforts. It would be better to focus on surviving, even if only barely. You are…what?”

Delphos trembled as he cut off his mockery of Raon.

“What is this….”

Koman, who had been charging at Raon, stopped his sword, and Raystel Barfil let his lightning dissipate.

“Why…why am I attacking Raon Zigheart….”
“What….”

Both men trembled as they stared at their hands gripping their weapons, unable to comprehend what they had done.

“Aah….”
“What, what is this! Why did I strike Zigheart?”
“How could….”
“What has happened to me?”

The Koman Knights and the mages swallowed hard and retreated backward.

Gooooooo!

The battle on the battlefield ceased in an instant, and silence descended.

“You, you bastard! What have you done!”

Delphos stretched out his hand toward Raon, who had regained his composure, and screamed in fury.

“I told you. This land belonged to Zigheart.”

I smiled calmly and nodded.

“I reversed the barrier to before you all manipulated it.”
“What?”
“I erased the mental manipulation embedded in the barrier.”

He muttered while pointing at the ground with his finger, saying he had crushed the barrier that Derus Robert had created.

Crash!

Delphos dropped the teacup he was holding. The luxurious cup that fell below the platform shattered into countless pieces.

“T-that’s impossible….”

The barrier installed here had been set up by Derus Robert himself. I couldn’t believe that this mere brat had undone it.

“W-why were we fighting?”
“W-we were just trying to restrain him, so why did it feel like we were trying to kill….”

But even at this very moment, people were regaining their senses and lowering their weapons. It meant his words were the truth.

“Why else would it be.”

Rimer raised his sword and pointed it at Delphos.

“That mutt just let one rip.”
“Ugh!”

Delphos shook his head, his lips bleeding from biting down so hard.

“Sabi Commander, are you watching?”
[…Yes.]

The Sabi Commander’s response came only after a long pause, as if he too was flustered.

“Send it down.”
[But there’s still time….]
“It’s already too late. The plan is ruined.”

Delphos glared at Raon while clenching his lips tightly.

“I must kill that bastard by any means necessary.”

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I smiled as I observed the bewildered Delphos.

‘Fortunate that I prepared in advance.’

Had I needed to dismantle the barrier on such short notice, it would have consumed considerable time. But since I’d studied the barrier immediately upon arriving here, I was able to decipher it swiftly.

By making the Blue Rain sound follow the flow of the First Head of House’s barrier, the barrier returned to its original state and awakened everyone’s consciousness.

“I-I apologize.”

Koman lowered his head before me.

“It wasn’t my will… it was my fault!”

Despite it not being of his own volition, he acknowledged his wrongdoing and bowed his head.

“I’m in the same boat.”

Raystel exhaled heavily.

“I wasn’t in my right mind due to the severity of my injuries.”

He apologized and lowered his staff.

“It’s fine. Just don’t interfere from here on.”
“Not interfere. We’ll help.”

Koman cried out that he had committed a mortal sin and withdrew from his actions of claiming the Sword Saint’s legacy.

I nodded calmly and stood before the platform where Delphos sat.

“It’s finally time to come down.”

As I moved toward the stairs, an invisible transparent barrier blocked my path.

“How pathetic to the very end.”

I twisted my lips and drew the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. Brilliant flames and biting frost radiated a halo-like luminescence as I shattered the barrier sealing the Platform.

Crackcrackcrackcrack!

Standing before the fragmenting aura wall, I clenched my jaw.

“If you won’t come down, I’ll come up myself—”
“I’ll open it for you.”

Delphos twisted his lips.

“What?”
“I’ll open the way.”

As he gestured, light flooded into the space behind the Platform that had been shrouded in darkness until now. It looked less like a new space and more like a door to escape.

“I-I want to leave! I can’t stay here anymore!”
“Me too! I don’t want to die!”

The warriors of the Neutral Factions, their reason shattered by combat, rushed toward the open door.

“Wait!”

I reached out to stop them, but the fear-stricken people had already abandoned all restraint.

And then.

Spliiiiitch!

The bodies of dozens of warriors rushing toward the door were torn apart like paper scraps. Blood rained down like a downpour, drenching the floor. It was a sight that defied reality.

Roooooar!

A large man emerged from the subtle light.

An old man holding a blade tinged with blue light in his left hand and a saber glowing crimson in his right. His face was etched with countless wrinkles, yet strangely, his skin shone with the luminescence of a child’s.

He walked slowly forward and entered the cavern, lifting his gaze. His black and white pupils were inverted—a gaze that no living being could possess.

“He is the one you have been waiting for.”

Delphos rose from his seat, twisting his lips into a grotesque smile.

“Sword Saint. Kill them all.”

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