The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 661

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Chapter 661

-What nonsense is that old geezer spouting!

Wrath’s fingertips trembled as he shot upward into the empty air.

-The Chamber of Self? Absolutely not! Just hearing the name makes me smell Nadin bread wafting through the air!

He shook his head vehemently, unable to endure it any longer. A wind as fierce as if the Gwangpung style had been unleashed swept through the space.

“Does that mean you would allow me entry to the Chamber of Self if I wished it?”

I licked my lips while observing Glen behind Wrath.

“Indeed.”

Glen nodded with serene eyes.

“May I ask the reason?”

Aside from whether I would enter or not, I wanted to understand the reason behind such an abrupt offer.

“The line you and the Gwangpung Corps drew on the map has become reality. As of yesterday, all of it has become Zigheart’s Land.”

Glen turned his gaze toward the window where sunlight was fading. His iron-tower-like shoulders seemed to tremble faintly.

“As I mentioned before, acquiring land without waging war and with the recognition of those around you is no exaggeration to call an achievement. I merely thought that giving a few martial arts texts was insufficient. And….”

Glen clasped his hands behind his back and slowly closed his eyes, then opened them.

“I visited the Sword Scar Land you created.”
“Pardon?”
“The warriors who found that place released weapons that were no different from their own alter egos and entered within.”

A faint sound of wind escaped from his lips.

“When one person acts, it is mere stubbornness, but when a thousand act thus, it becomes law.”

Glen’s gaze absorbed the warmth of sunlight reflected in the window.

“You created new rules under the name of Zigheart. It is hardly strange to grant such a person the opportunity to enter the Chamber of Self.”
“I witnessed it as well.”

Roen stepped forward, responding to Glen’s words.

“The warriors and mages who discovered the Sword Master’s Tomb laid down their weapons beside the tomb of blades as a display of respect for the Organization Master. Though I have lived for a considerable span of years, this was my first time witnessing such a thing.”

He smiled faintly, noting that I had led people through reverence rather than fear and violence.

-What nonsense are these old fools spouting!

Wrath glared at Roen.

-If you’re holding a sword, I’ll smash your head in—who wouldn’t throw it down!

He wrinkled his nose, grumbling that he despised the sight of ruling through fear and force.

“Mm.”

I lowered my head slightly under the gaze of Glen and Roen.

‘It was unintentional, after all.’

I had merely wanted to test my increased power and, disliking the sight of blood, had struck them moderately on the back of the head—I never anticipated this would unfold. The world truly held endless surprises.

“It seems we have our answer now.”

Glen turned his head as if to say it was now my turn to respond.

“What will you do?”
“…I will not enter.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them and shook my head.

“Your reason?”

Glen showed no surprise whatsoever, as if he had anticipated this.

“Because the time is not yet right.”

I had already considered this beforehand, so I answered immediately.

-R-Raon!

Wrath approached with his large eyes trembling.

-It’s because of the True Demon King’s meals! You’ve finally come to your senses!

He sniffled and nodded his head vigorously.

-Then the True Demon King cannot remain idle! From now on, I shall acknowledge you as a filthy Demon Race!
‘That’s enough.’

I brushed aside the fidgeting Wrath before me and turned my gaze to Glen Zigheart.

“Regarding the Chamber of Self, Lady Aris Zigheart has shared some information with me.”

Thanks to Rimer’s chatter, I already knew about the Chamber of Self, but I had learned the detailed information about it through Aris Zigheart.

“Surprisingly, quite a few people enter the Chamber of Self and leave without gaining anything at all.”
“That’s true.”

Glen Zigheart nodded in agreement.

“The Chamber of Self is not a leap in growth. It’s common for people to gain nothing or only achieve minimal growth when they leave.”
“Lady Aris Zigheart identified the common trait among those who fail to achieve significant progress….”

I licked my lips while looking at Glen Zigheart.

“She said they had not reached their limits.”
“Limits….”
“She mocked those who enter the Chamber of Self without ever facing an insurmountable wall as foolish.”

As I spoke those words, I recalled Aris Zigheart’s advice.

[Raon. In the not-too-distant future, you will reach the pinnacle of Grand Master. But the path from there to transcendence is truly far. It may take longer than all the time you’ve spent building your martial arts until now, or you may never reach it in your lifetime. That’s when the Chamber of Self will become of great help to you.]

Aris smiled with the kind of advice only someone who had walked the same path could offer.

‘She’s right.’

Crossing the final wall toward the next realm was an extraordinarily difficult task.

Even when I reached Master rank, I had climbed quickly to the highest level, but reaching Grand Master required truly long years of struggle and anguish.

Since I too had experienced despair before that thick wall, I believed Aris’s words were correct.
The Chamber of Self was a place one could enter only once in a lifetime. My true goal wasn’t the Demon King, but Derus Robert, so I needed to look not at the present, but toward the future.

“The life-or-death duel with the Demon King is less than five months away. Are you confident?”

Glen cast a heavy gaze, asking if I was confident I could win without the Chamber of Self.

“The life-or-death duel with the Demon King is not my destination, merely one step in my journey.”

I grasped the blade of the Heavenly Sword and smiled.

“As I told you when I was young, my most important goal is to raise my mother to the Main Lineage. I have no intention of dying before I achieve that.”

I spoke with conviction in my voice and lifted my eyes with confidence.

“I will defeat the Demon King with my own strength and return.”
-What do you mean your strength! It’s all the True Demon King’s power!

Wrath furrowed his brow as if exasperated.

-You ungrateful wretch!

He grabbed my shoulders and shook them, demanding I speak the truth.

“How do you plan to spend the remaining time?”
“I’ve transmitted the martial arts I created to the Gwangpung Corps. After they gain practical experience through missions, I’ll return and prepare for the life-or-death duel alone.”
“I see.”

Glen’s expression softened gently. I had seen his ridicule many times, but this kind of smile seemed new. It appeared he had anticipated this situation.

“If that is your wish, I shall accept it. However, your contributions will not be forgotten—I will leave you with the authority to enter the Chamber of Self.”
“Thank you.”

I bowed deeply. It seemed Glen’s consideration had grown as expansive as his territory.

“Then I shall take my leave.”
“Wait.”

As I straightened and turned toward the exit of the Audience Chamber, Glen raised his hand.

“Have you eaten?”
“Not yet.”

Glen nodded as if he’d expected as much.

“Then join me for a meal.”
“I… ”
-What are you doing! Nod your head at once!

Before I could respond, Wrath burst forward eagerly.

-If you’re eating with that old geezer, he’ll definitely serve a lavish feast!

He licked his lips in anticipation.

‘Or it could just be Nadin bread.’
-Ugh…

Wrath’s mouth fell open as he recalled Glen’s eating habits.

-W-what should we do then…?

There was nothing to be done. Refusing a dinner invitation from the Head of House was simply impossible.

“I shall prepare it at once.”

Roen smiled brightly and left the Audience Chamber.

-Hey, you’re absolutely certain Nadin bread won’t be served, right? Right?
‘What is he trying to say this time….’

Raon and Wrath swallowed hard, each lost in their own thoughts.

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Fortunately, the meal was not Nadin bread. True to Wrath’s hopes, an elaborate spread of delicacies lined the elongated rectangular table.

-Kuhhhh! As expected of our Grandfather!

Wrath called Glen Grandfather for the first time in ages, his voice brimming with delight.

‘Hmm….’

I chewed slowly on the lengthwise-cut steak, breathing carefully and deliberately.

‘I can’t taste anything.’

The potato soup was thick, the stew was tender, and the meat melted instantly on my tongue. Yet I felt no flavor from any of it. The uncomfortable seating made it feel as though I were eating in a dream.
I just couldn’t taste anything properly. Because the seating was uncomfortable, it felt like I was eating food in a dream.

Wow! This place makes great meat! Huh? I love the meat!

She wagged her tail while going on and on about how she liked just one Demon Lord.

“Good. I’m glad you’re at least happy.”

Raon swallowed a sigh internally and brought Wrath the food he wanted one by one, eating it.

“What is the name of the Muak you created?”

Glen Zigheart rinsed his mouth with Water and turned his gaze away for the first time.

“…it’s called gwangpungryu.”

I finished chewing the shrimp in my mouth before responding.

“It’s a martial technique of heightened perception using wind—a fitting name indeed.”
“Thank you.”

I hadn’t expected praise for the naming, so an awkward smile crossed my face.

“The Gwangpung Corps technique maximizes its effectiveness as the warrior grows stronger. Train in it daily without fail, just as you would with aura cultivation.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“If you truly wish to achieve heightened perception, it would be wise to sense danger even when the technique isn’t activated. I believe a slight adjustment to your current method would suffice.”
“What do you mean by adjustment…?”
“If you layer the mana circuits below your dantian and operate them simultaneously, your sensitivity will increase. It won’t be perfect, but it will provide compensation.”

Glen spoke as though it were nothing and directly showed me the location of the mana circuits.

“And to draw in the wind’s energy more powerfully, breath control is essential. The higher the martial technique, the greater the difference small details make. Pass this knowledge not only to yourself but to the children of the Gwangpung Corps as well.”

He offered several more theories on fine-tuning the martial technique.

“Thank you.”

I bowed my head, committing every word of Glen’s advice to memory.

“There’s no need for formalities during meals.”

Glen waved his hand lightly, as though it were mere amusement.

-Next is that one! The chicken leg drenched in crimson sauce calls to the True Demon King!
‘How does something so small have such a bottomless appetite?’

As I sighed and reached for the roasted chicken that Wrath desired, Glen’s finger tapped lightly against the table.

“…How is Sylvia faring?”
“Well.”

I lowered my hand and nodded. I had anticipated such a question, having sensed for some time that Glen had been looking after Sylvia.

“Fortunately, she’s recovering without aftereffects. Though she’s been restless due to the itching.”

I chuckled, recalling Sylvia, who had reported to me before I taught the Gwangpung Corps the Gwangpung technique.

“I see.”

Glen’s expression remained as composed as always, yet his voice seemed to carry a faint tremor of emotion.

“If the Head of House were to visit her, Mother would be delighted.”

Gathering my courage, I asked him to meet with Sylvia.

-Oho? What’s gotten into you?

Wrath’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

“If the opportunity arises.”

Glen spoke those words and fell silent once more.

No further words were exchanged after that. Though the meal proceeded in quietude, a peculiar warmth seemed to bloom between us.

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“Roen!”

Glen’s lips curved upward slightly as he watched the spot where Raon had departed.

“Yes. I’m recording it.”

Roen wrote words into Raon’s gospel without even glancing at Glen.

“There were many memorable lines today, but this one takes the crown.”

He lifted his voice in a recitative tone while keeping his pen lowered.

“‘My confrontation with the Demon King is not my journey’s end, merely one chapter within it.’ When I heard those words, I felt chills run down my spine.”

Roen’s eyes grew moist as he remarked how splendidly Raon had grown.

“That’s fine too, but what really impressed me was when he said, ‘I will defeat the Demon King with my own strength and return.’ It shows he has faith in himself.”

Glen clenched his fists as he recalled the light in Raon’s eyes.

“Everything about it is perfect. There’s nothing to fault.”

Roen turned his gaze to Glen as he inscribed Raon’s words into the Gospel of Raon.

‘Is he finally finding the courage?’

Seeing that Glen had invited Raon to dine together, it seemed he was gathering the courage to draw closer to Sylvia and Raon.

‘Raon’s bewilderment was endearing.’

The moment Raon heard the invitation to share a meal, his eyes widened like a rabbit’s. It brought back memories of his childhood, and I couldn’t help but smile.

‘Of course, it will take quite some time before this oblivious grandfather and grandson grow closer….’

Raon still didn’t fully understand Glen’s intentions, and Glen had no intention of revealing his true heart to Raon.
It would take a truly long time for grandfather and grandson to understand each other’s hearts, but today, even this single step was satisfying.

“Head of House.”
“Hmm?”

Glen turned his gaze as Roen called out to him, pulling him from his reverie.

“Didn’t young master Raon ask you to visit Miss Sylvia?”

Roen waved his hand with a faint smile.

“Why not stop by once?”
“…Isn’t she being discharged today? That settles it.”

Glen closed his eyes briefly as if in thought, then shook his head.

“She’s being discharged today? I wasn’t aware. How could that be….”

Roen shook his head as if he had no idea.

“Ahem, that charlatan just came by and mentioned it.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively, claiming it was mere coincidence, and left the Dining Hall.

Roen watched Glen’s retreating figure, punctuated by successive coughs, and allowed himself a small smile.

‘He’s been visiting every single day.’

Pedrick hadn’t come to the Patriarch’s Hall recently. Glen must have learned Sylvia’s discharge date by visiting the Infirmary daily to check on her condition.

“We’ve made good progress after so long….”

Roen stacked the empty plates together and smacked his lips contentedly.

“I think we should call it a day here.”

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Martha crossed the Main Gate of the Hyunmu Division with wind spiraling around her fingertips.

‘This is the real deal.’

I thought I would only ever use earth-attribute techniques for my entire life, yet here I was suddenly wielding wind.

‘And so effortlessly at that.’

Thanks to Raon’s arrangement, the wind moves as if it were part of my own body.
Of course, there was still much to improve, but the fact that I had mastered and was already using the highest-tier martial technique in just a week was beyond comprehension.

‘A monster is truly a monster.’

Not only did he create the highest-tier martial technique, but he even calculated the opportunity for me to learn it immediately—at this point, I found myself genuinely fearful of Raon’s talent and depth of understanding.

The more I wielded the Gwangpung Style, the deeper Raon and Rimer’s intentions carved themselves into my heart. It seemed I had no choice but to grow stronger, if only out of gratitude toward them.

‘Yes. I must grow stronger.’

I had yet to achieve a single one of my goals.

Martha clenched the necklace that trembled beneath her training garments, biting her lip.

‘Mother….’

Reclaiming my mother’s body from the White Blood Cult Master’s grasp, and walking alongside Raon—the one who had given me courage when I’d nearly abandoned that goal.

I had given up on catching up to Raon. I knew better than anyone in this world that it was impossible.

That’s why I wanted to walk at his side. I wanted to support him and become a blade sharper than anyone else.

Martha turned back before reaching her chamber.

‘To achieve that, now is not the time to rest.’

I changed direction toward Father’s Training Ground. Standing in the center of the empty Training Ground, I drew my sword.

As I brought the blade down while wielding the Titan’s aura, the wind of the Gwangpung Style naturally bloomed, adding speed and sharpness to my strike.

Kuuuuuuu!

The floor of the Training Ground carved deeply, and the surrounding sand swept away like waves.

‘Truly remarkable.’

My dull, heavy swordplay had become twice as sharp.
Since the Gwangpung Style was only first-tier, I couldn’t maintain it for long, but the speed and keenness the wind provided would be invaluable in future battles.

Martha lowered her sword with a satisfied smile after pouring all of the Gwangpung Style’s energy into a series of consecutive strikes.

As I wiped the sweat from my forehead and prepared to begin cultivation, Denier entered the Training Ground.

“Father!”

Martha rushed forward with a smile, eager to boast about the Gwangpung Style, but Denier’s expression had hardened like parched wood.

“Martha….”

Denier furrowed his brow deeply, unable to see Martha’s smile.

“There is something I must tell you about your mother.”

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