The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 658

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Chapter 658

-Damn it! Who said I was dancing because I liked it!

Wrath let out a sharp cry.

-I’m furious because the True Demon King is stuck in this place eating nothing but Nadin bread….
‘If you don’t want to eat Nadin bread before the ship even leaves, keep quiet.’

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the Nadin bread placed in the corner of the Cultivation Chamber.

-Hmph!

He clamped his mouth shut like a child and lowered his head. Even I had to admit it was absurd that bread was the weapon to suppress a Demon Lord.

I left the now-silent Wrath and sat in the center of the Cultivation Chamber.

‘The first thing I need to do….’

Is to break down my martial technique.

Creating a new martial technique was like solving a puzzle.

It was no different from overturning all the completed puzzles, selecting only the necessary pieces, and assembling them into a new picture.

With my eyes closed, I ruthlessly dismantled the five martial technique books Glen had given me, the Sword Master’s True Demon Sword and Demon Soldier Blade, Rimer’s Garunua, and the various martial techniques I was already learning.

-Ugh! This is so complicated!

Wrath muttered that his head was noisy and retreated into the ice flower bracelet.

However, I had already entered a state of hyper-focus, so I didn’t even notice Wrath’s disappearance.

‘I’ll keep the sword path of the True Demon Sword, but I should discard the complexity of the Demon Soldier Blade. The disciples won’t be able to follow it. The hypersensitivity of the Radiant Sword and Snow Wind Sword Form is absolutely necessary. However, I should discard the initial techniques.’

If I mixed all the advantages of various martial techniques, I would certainly create an incredibly powerful ascending technique, but the difficulty of mastery would be so high that even I, who created it, wouldn’t be able to learn it.

I needed to include only the essential advantages while cutting away the mediocre and unnecessary elements to maintain clarity.

As I assembled the puzzle of martial techniques in my mind, my thoughts burned with intensity.
When the Ring of Fire resonated naturally, my vision expanded and a pristine white space opened before me.

It was the Mental World—a realm where swords were planted like in the Sword Master’s Tomb.

It seemed I had arrived here thanks to my concentration reaching its absolute peak.

However, there was something different from before.

Originally, half of this world had been consumed by flames and the other half by cold, but now wind and earth occupied their own spaces, however small.

I gazed at the swords planted across the ground and licked my lips.

‘This place will make it easier to solve the puzzle.’

As I recalled the Demon Slayer Sword in my mind, a blue blade on the right surged upward and unleashed a heavy sword strike. It was the first form of the Demon Slayer Sword—Resonant Strike.

When I traced the Demon Plague Blade second, a crimson sword broke free from the left and exhaled scarlet energy. It was the first form of the Demon Plague Blade—Demon Taming Soul.

Merely recalling a martial technique in my mind caused the swords embedded in the Mental World to recreate that form exactly. The time needed to combine the puzzle pieces began to shrink dramatically.

Whoooooosh!

Before long, every sword planted in the Mental World rose into the air and began tracing countless forms. It was like witnessing a storm of blades.

‘Perfect.’

My crimson eyes followed every single sword technique form that extended endlessly, distinguishing between the lines I should discard and those I should preserve.

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“He is not returning.”

Burren Zigheart answered without the slightest hesitation.

“What’s your reason?”

Karun, having anticipated this to some degree, showed no surprise and lifted his gaze with a measured expression.

“The Central Intelligence Agency is not where I belong.”

Burren Zigheart answered without averting his eyes from Karun’s.

‘That’s right. This isn’t where I’m meant to be.’

In the past, I would have accepted my father’s proposal without hesitation.

Becoming a unit commander within the Central Intelligence Agency and learning martial arts from my father had been both my goal and my dream.

But I am no longer who I was then.

Through countless trials of life and death with the Gwangpung Corps, they had become more than comrades—they were my true family.

The place where I must live now, and where I will continue to live, is not the Central Intelligence Agency but the 5th Training Ground where the Gwangpung Corps resides.

“I am Burren Zigheart, commander of the third unit of the Gwangpung Corps.”

Burren Zigheart placed his hand on the sword at his waist. With unwavering eyes, he declared his allegiance as if pronouncing an oath.

“Even if I were to personally teach you the supreme martial arts?”
“My resolve remains unchanged.”

He nodded and gazed toward where the 5th Training Ground lay.

“The Gwangpung Corps Master has entered seclusion to create martial arts for the Gwangpung Corps. Even if those martial arts fall short of the supreme techniques you would teach me, they will be the greatest to me.”

My feelings toward Raon were not those of a superior or friend, but of a liege and a brother. I would gladly sacrifice my life for him, so abandoning martial arts was nothing.
I would give up my life for him, so abandoning my studies was nothing in comparison.

“Creating martial arts for the Gwangpung Corps, is it…?”

Karun followed Burren’s gaze and tilted his head.

“You’re right. He does possess such talent. A genius of the ages—superior to any human I’ve ever witnessed. And precisely because of that….”

His eyes grew cold and sharp.

“You will become Raon Zigheart’s shadow.”
“Pardon?”
“Raon Zigheart is a brilliant light. Wherever he goes, he draws all eyes toward him and consumes glory itself. You will be gradually swallowed by that radiance, becoming nothing but a pitch-black shadow—unable to even recognize your own color.”

Karun twisted his lips into a contemptuous sneer.

“Are you truly satisfied with that?”
“….”
“Born into the Main Lineage of Zigheart, yet content to live as a shadow beneath another. Is that truly your ambition?”

His voice cut through the air like a sharpened blade.

“The Gwangpung Corps may be known, but how many would recognize the name of the Gwangpung Corps’ third division commander? The Whirlwind Sword? Mere empty fame.”
“….”

Burren Zigheart clenched his teeth. Karun was gnawing at the very wound where inferiority could not help but fester.

“But if you come to the Central Intelligence Agency, things would be different.”

A strange fervor ignited in Karun’s eyes.

“Even if surpassing Raon Zigheart is beyond your reach, I can prevent you from becoming his shadow. I will make you the master of the Central Intelligence Agency in time, the protagonist of your own life.”

He extended his hand with sincerity.

“Take it. This is the last opportunity given to you.”

Karun held his right hand raised with confidence, unmoving.

“Father.”

Burren Zigheart did not look at Karun’s hand approaching before him, but instead met his gaze.

“It seems you’ve been struggling lately, seeking out even the son you once abandoned.”

I curled my lips upward and drew a smile.

“Indeed.”

Karun nodded calmly even at the sarcastic remark that laid bare his grand ambitions.

“I have not abandoned the position of Head of House.”

His voice did not waver. It was the voice of someone who believed in himself with unwavering conviction.

“To revive the Central Intelligence Agency, we need someone with ability. You would be capable of fulfilling that role.”
“…I admired my father.”

Burren spoke words unrelated to Karun’s proposal, gazing out the window.

“Even the smallest praise from my father would thrill me so much I couldn’t sleep. To continue hearing that praise, I practically lived in the Training Ground. Being acknowledged by my father and inheriting his position was my only dream. I’ve achieved it now.”

I recalled my childhood, nurturing that dream while watching Karun’s back, and drew a faint smile.

“Then….”
“But that dream, that goal, has already sunk into the earth. My father abandoned it himself, not I.”

Burren continued, watching Karun’s eyes tremble faintly.

“I am not rejecting my father’s proposal out of spite at being abandoned so shamefully. It is simply that the 5th Training Ground has become more precious to me than the Central Intelligence Agency. Raon and the Gwangpung Corps have become more precious than my father and brothers.”

Burren continued speaking with an unwavering tone.

“You said you would make me the master of the Central Intelligence Agency? Yes. I will be. I will consume this Central Intelligence Agency. But not because of my desire—because of Raon and the Gwangpung Corps.”

He clenched his right fist and struck his left chest.

“I have vowed to dedicate my heart to the Organization Master. If the Master wishes to become Head of House, I will open the path. If the Master wishes to leave the family, I will break down the door. If my father ever blocks the Master’s way, I will draw my sword and face you.”

Burren revealed the vow he had made when he survived thanks to Raon, striking his left chest once more.

“As the Third Division Commander of the Gwangpung Corps, I will live proudly as the shadow of the Organization Master.”

Without the slightest hesitation, he spoke his refusal and lowered his head.

“….”

Karun said nothing, simply watching his transformed son with quiet eyes.

“If you’ve finished speaking, I’ll take my leave.”
“There is an error in your words.”

As Burren Zigheart turned to exit the infirmary, Karun raised his hand.

“Yes?”
“The martial arts that Raon Zigheart creates will not fall short of the supreme techniques I would teach you. He is that kind of man.”

Karun spoke of something entirely unexpected. Honestly, it was more bewildering than when he’d told him to return.

“Learn well from him.”

After those words, he turned his gaze toward the window as if he had lost all interest.

“…I’ll take my leave now.”

I watched Karun’s back, bowed my head, and left the infirmary. For just a moment—a very brief moment—I glimpsed the silhouette of the father I had admired in my childhood.

‘That’s not it.’

Burren Zigheart shook his head to dispel the absurd thought.

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The office of the Robert Family House Head.

As Derus Robert gazed out the window where the sunset’s glow was fading, a heavy knock sounded at the door.

“Come in.”

He answered gently, as if he already knew who stood beyond the door.

Boom!

The door burst open, and Lepon Robert, Derus Robert’s youngest son, strode in.

“Father! Did you hear? The entire Continent is in an uproar!”

Lepon bounded forward eagerly toward Derus Robert.

“Bouncing about the moment you return from your mission—you never change.”

Derus Robert chuckled, ruffling Lepon’s hair.

“So, what commotion has stirred you to seek me out immediately upon your return?”
“It’s Raon, of course! He conquered the Sword Master’s Tomb and established the Sword Scar Land! There are even rumors that the Grand Mage of Yeongwha and the Silent Sword Master acknowledged that region!”

Lepon’s face flushed with excitement as he clenched his fists.

“He’s a true hero! Everyone is calling out Raon’s name!”
“Tsk, tsk.”

Derus Robert clicked his tongue with an unruffled smile.

“For someone who claims to be a fan of the Gwangpung Corps Master, your information is quite delayed. Your father has known all this for some time.”
“Well, I can’t help it! I’ve been on a mission for over two months! I only just heard about it at the tavern in front of the family estate…”
“So you’re saying you went to the tavern in front of the family estate without even reporting back from your mission first?”
“Oops!”

Lepon’s eyes widened like a puppy’s as he covered his mouth.

“This won’t do. I’ll have to have a word with the Sword Inspection Unit Master.”
“Ah, Father. No, Dad! Please!”

He clasped his hands together pleadingly.

“Heh.”

Derus Robert smiled softly and patted Lepon’s head.

“Good. Did you complete your mission well?”
“It went smoothly. Should I tell you right away?”
“It will be evening soon. I’d like to hear it together with your mother.”

He shook his head with a smile.

“Ah, that sounds wonderful!”

Lepon Robert left the office, saying he would wash up quickly.

After Lepon Robert departed, Derus Robert’s smile never faded. The servants passing through the corridor saw his expression and smiled along with him.

Moments later, when Kubara entered the office and closed the door, a chill crept into Derus Robert’s smile.

Kubara felt a chilling shudder run down her spine as she witnessed Derus Robert’s cold smile.

‘It goes beyond mere coldness.’

Derus Robert did not harden his expression even though Lepon Robert was praising, respecting, and admiring Raon Zigheart—someone who was practically his enemy.
Instead, he praised along with him and drew a gentle smile. Only that monster could exercise such emotional control.

“It seems rumors about Raon Zigheart have spread across the entire Continent.”

Derus Robert leaned against the desk and set his jaw.

“It was an event that drew considerable attention.”

Kubara’s expression hardened as she mentioned how tales of the Sword Master’s Tomb and the Sword Scar Land had spread throughout the Continent.

“It’s a shame we couldn’t bury that bastard’s sword in the Sword Scar Land.”

Derus Robert twisted his lips upward. The shape resembled the smile he had shown Lepon Robert, but its tone was filled not with warmth, but with something sinister.

“Did he return to Zigheart?”
“Yes. However, it appears he caused another incident there as well.”
“An incident?”
“Kiluwan, the Vice-Leader of the Zigheart Council of Elders….”

Kubara recounted how Raon Zigheart had subdued Kiluwan as if he were present at Zigheart and made him his slave.

“The resurrection of Sylvia Zigheart….”

Derus Robert narrowed his eyes, focusing on Sylvia’s name rather than Raon’s.

“They said she possessed the finest talent among Glen’s children, didn’t they?”
“Yes. Though her temperament is mild, there were rumors of her exceptional abilities. And….”

Kubara lowered her voice to a whisper.

“There are reports that her artificial core has been created using the Dragon Heart of Kaibhar, the Radiant Dragon.”
“An artificial core made from a Dragon Heart….”

Derus Robert’s lips curved as if tasting something desirable.

“If the opportunity arises, I should seize that. Of course, even an artificial core made from a Dragon Heart would be insufficient to compensate for the losses of this affair….”

His jaw clenched as Raon’s face surfaced in his mind once more.

“Yes. The losses are catastrophic. By rights, war should have already engulfed the entire Continent in flames.”
“….”

Kubara trembled at the suffocating, sinister aura that emanated from him.

“But….”

Crimson flames of fury ignited within Derus Robert’s eyes.

“That spark has not been completely extinguished.”

He gazed upon the peaceful Robert Territory, his lips curling upward.

“The Six Emperors Five Demons will soon become the Five Emperors Five Demons.”

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Blade clashed against blade, and one vanished.

Even the surviving blade couldn’t overcome the newly born technique and sank.

In the Mental World, countless martial techniques were born and destroyed in endless cycles.

I had lost count of how many techniques I’d created and erased.

Yet through crafting and destroying so many techniques, I had firmly established the pillar of the Gwangpung Corps technique.

‘Wind.’

Not ordinary wind, but a sensory wind that could permeate any martial technique.

A living, breathing wind that added speed and sharpness to attacks, and filled gaps during defense.

That was the martial technique I had envisioned for the Gwangpung Corps.

The moment the solid pillar was erected, dozens of lightning bolts crashed down through my mind.

The eight rings of fire filling the center of the Mental World spun wildly. As the upper dantian opened, the scattered puzzle pieces of martial techniques converged.

Countless fragments of techniques rose on their own and began fitting into place in my consciousness.
Distorted sections straightened, and shattered pieces donned harmonious forms.

Roooooar!

The moment the final piece aligned, a new martial technique’s image emerged.
Magnificent light and wind. A blue wind capable of engulfing the world spread quietly, enveloping my entire body.

As the brilliantly scattering fragments of light and wind settled into the dantian, Karun, which had never fully established itself, finally constructed its own domain.

Crash!

I opened my eyes, feeling the tremendous resonance that had erupted in my mind. The Mental World had receded, and the cozy Cultivation Chamber came into view.

“Haah….”

I exhaled a turbid breath and rubbed my lower abdomen. It was no dream. The framework of the newly created martial technique was already inscribed upon my body and soul.

—Hey! You demon! You said you’d spread jam on bread for me! Where did you learn to starve someone for an entire week? You bastard… Huh?

Wrath was mid-roar when his eyes suddenly widened.

—What, what is this? Is this your new martial technique?
‘Yes.’

I lifted my index finger, and a wind infused with blue light rose from its tip.

—This… this is actually quite decent?

Wrath blinked, seemingly surprised that a martial technique of considerable quality had been created.

“I didn’t expect to hear praise from you.”
—The True Demon King is a demon lord who speaks truth! Good is good!
‘Right. That’s true.’
—So what’s the name of this martial technique?
‘The name….’

I paused briefly in thought, then nodded.

“Gwangpung Style. I created it for the Gwangpung Corps, so there’s no better name than that.”

Now that I’d left the Gwangpung Corps, it seemed most fitting to employ both light and wind.

—That’s a shitty name. You have no talent for naming….

Wrath was about to sneer when it happened.

[You have created the Ascending Martial Technique 【Gwangpung Style】.]
[You have received the recognition of 【Wrath】.]
[Through the effects of the title 【Young Sect Master】 and the recognition of 【Wrath】, your Ascending Martial Technique has evolved into a Supreme Ascending Martial Technique.]
[You have acquired Garunua….]
[All stats have…..]

The message showed not only the creation of the martial technique, but that it had transformed into a Supreme Ascending Martial Technique thanks to Wrath’s recognition.

—Ugh….

Wrath’s eyes widened as he read the message.

-Damn it all! I didn’t say I approved—I just said it was fine!

He thrashed his limbs about, insisting I listen to what he had to say.

“Wow….”

I smiled as I stroked Wrath’s head.

“It’s been a while since you visited. You fool. No, wait—generous Wrath!”
-You just called me a fool! You bastard! I am the True Demon King, Lord of Wrath, and ruler of the Demon Realm….
“Yes, yes. You fool.”
-I’m not a fool!

Tears began to well up in Wrath’s round eyes.

-You angelic bastard!

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