The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 674

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Chapter 674

Silkret’s legs trembled as if his joints had been dislocated.

‘This doesn’t make sense….’

The blonde-haired young human standing before me was no Demon Race member.

Ordinarily, I regarded humans as more insignificant than insects in the Demon Realm, yet the moment I heard that creature’s voice, my soul seemed to surrender—all strength drained from my body.

Boom.

I wanted to resist, but my knees buckled and struck the ground of their own accord. A terror far deeper than humiliation seized my body.

“Ugh!”

I lifted my gaze with trembling lips. Within the young human’s crimson eyes, azure wrath rippled and churned.

‘Wrath….’

The emotions of Wrath—the king who dominates the Northern Region of the Demon Realm, the Lord of Wrath.
A transcendent presence incomparable to mere demonic energy transmitted itself, and every hair on my body stood on end.

Yet the aura this human emanated was not wrath alone.

‘Why do Sloth and Envy exist within him as well?’

Within the young human’s soul dwelt the essences of both Sloth and Envy.

‘This doesn’t make sense….’

Wrath, the Lord of Wrath, occasionally performs the eccentricity of extending a helping hand to humans, so that much I could comprehend.

But Sloth, the Lord of Sloth, and Envy, the Lord of Jealousy, are different.

Sloth concerns himself with nothing but sleep, and Envy regards humans as so beneath contempt that he scarcely shares his power with them.

No matter how hard I racked my brain, I couldn’t fathom how this human had acquired the essence of three Demon Lords.

“Are you Silkret?”

When a dignified voice flowed from the young human’s lips, I felt the crushing sensation of my soul being gripped tightly in his grasp.

“Y-yes, that’s correct.”

Silkret bowed his head immediately, as though facing a true Demon Lord.

‘I cannot refuse….’

No matter how much he insisted that this wasn’t his lord, it was impossible to resist a being who possessed the aura of Wrath, Sloth, and Envy all at once.

“Who do you serve?”
“I, I am….”
“No, there’s no need to speak. The vulgar stench of money reaches even here.”

The young human continued, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Grid. You must be that wretch’s minion.”
“Ugh….”

Silkret swallowed hard, his jaw clenched.

‘What in the world is his identity….’

Even among the lords of the Demon Realm, there existed a certain courtesy between them.

To speak to Grid in casual speech, no less calling him a wretch—it was truly like facing the Lord of Wrath himself.

“W-who are you, if I may ask?”

Unable to contain his curiosity, Silkret lifted his eyes once more.

“Could someone like you possibly comprehend?”

When the young human’s lips curved into a sinister smile, a pain as though my heart would burst erupted within me.

“Ugh….”

At those words, Silkret clamped his mouth shut and bowed his head.

‘I cannot resist.’

It mattered not who this young human was or how he had obtained the emotions of the Demon Lords.
As long as I sensed Wrath, Sloth, and Envy emanating from him, I was as helpless as a mouse before a cat.

Silkret pressed both hands to the ground and bent his waist in a posture of absolute submission.

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I watched Silkret with his head, hands, and belly pressed against the floor, and the corners of my mouth curled upward.

‘This works perfectly.’

Since this was my first encounter with a true Demon Race, I had drawn not only Wrath’s fury but also Sloth’s lethargy and Envy’s jealousy, and it seemed to have been excessive—Silkret trembled throughout his entire body like a dog drenched in rain.

When I encountered other Demon Race members, I would need to exercise more restraint.

-Hey, what are you!?

Wrath leaped from my shoulder with wide eyes.

-When did you learn to wield all three powers simultaneously!?

He stared in shock at how I wielded not only Wrath but also Sloth and Envy with such freedom.

I glanced down at my left chest where my heart resided and shook my head lightly.

‘It must be thanks to the Ring of Fire.’

Drawing upon all three—Wrath, Envy, and Sloth—was certainly a taxing endeavor.
My stamina, mental fortitude, and aura drained like water from a bottomless vessel, and a sharp pain seized my abdomen.

However, the eight rings of fire resonated in harmony, subduing all that agony. Though I couldn’t endure it indefinitely, I could hold out long enough to deal with Silkret.

I had mastered countless martial techniques over the years, but the rings of fire seemed to be the supreme art after all.

-Ugh, then how did you know that bastard was Grid’s subordinate!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, pointing at Silkret, who had completely submitted.

‘It’s obvious.’

I waved my finger lightly.

‘The only Demon Lords you dislike are Greed and Pride.’

Wrath ignored all the other lords except Greed and Pride, and strangely enough, he was afraid of Lust.

The moment Silkret revealed his true form and displayed his desire for this kingdom, I immediately recognized him as a subordinate of Greed.

-Anyway, your intuition is disgustingly sharp!

Wrath’s lips trembled with indignation.

‘Thank you.’
-That’s not a compliment!

He shook his head, saying that he was angry.

“Hmm….”

After remaining silent for a while, Silkret lifted his eyes, which held a question within them.

Yet his complexion remained pallid with fear—utterly different from the expression he wore when he killed Baurn, Pirn, and Danieff.

‘Indeed….’

I twisted my lips as I gazed at Silkret’s wavering eyes.

‘Those three deserved to die.’

Hofen seemed intent on keeping King Baurn, Pirn, and Guard Commander Danieff alive to serve him for eternity, but my thoughts diverged.

I believed that ensuring those three died was the proper way to console the souls slaughtered in this place.
Had this land been Zigheart rather than the Sufer Kingdom, I would not have remained idle.

Yet even in death, I could not abide them perishing in such a manner—their flesh and souls devoured by the Demon Race.

I wished for King Baurn to confess his sins and meet his end by the hands of the betrayed citizens, and this desire kindled a fury within me that burned like molten flame.

I grasped the Soul Reaper Sword in reverse grip and brought it down directly upon Silkret’s right arm.

Screeeeeech!

The blade, ablaze with greed and wrath, pierced through Silkret’s demonic energy effortlessly and tore through his shoulder.

“Aaaaaargh!”

Silkret shrieked at the sight of his severed arm falling away. Whether from wrath or greed, his shoulder refused to regenerate, only spraying black blood.

“Silence.”
“Ugh….”

Silkret bit his lips with bared teeth, consumed more by terror than pain.

“What was your contract with Baurn?”

I flicked the black blood from the Soul Reaper Sword and tilted my head slightly.

“I, I promised him transcendent power to protect this kingdom. I taught him a ritual to convert holy power into demonic energy, allowing him to consume the holy power of every human in this kingdom.”
“That’s not all, is it.”
“If, if Baurn dies or willingly abandons his demonic power, then their bodies and souls would belong to me….”

Silkret trembled as he revealed the contract he had made with Baurn. Now I understood why Baurn, Pirn, and Danieff had died the moment he appeared.

“It, it was a legitimate contract! According to our agreement, I granted Baurn demonic power that transcended transcendence….”
“Nonsense.”

I looked down at Silkret with a cold smile.

“You’ve merely obtained demonic energy that transcends the norm, yet you remain incapable of defeating a Transcendent or protecting the Sufer Kingdom. It’s a crude parlor trick.”

Just as I had told King Baurn, mere strength of demonic energy and flesh meant nothing.
Without a spirit that had touched the higher realms, one’s balance of essence, energy, and spirit would only crumble.

King Baurn, who swore to protect the Sufer Kingdom and avenge his son, had been completely deceived by Silkret’s machinations.
My chest ached as though scraped raw by sandpaper.

‘Hey.’
-Huh?

Wrath rolled his eyes with a reluctant expression.

‘You said you wouldn’t be deceived. You claimed it was a fair contract, so what is this?’
-W-well, that bastard is Grid’s subordinate, after all. Those types have been known to commit fraud from way back….

He trembled as he spoke of them as the kind who would pluck out a man’s eyes while he watched.

‘The great Lord of Wrath’s assurances don’t amount to much, do they?’

I let out a scornful laugh.

-Ugh….

Wrath hung his head, having nothing to say.

Squelch!

I drove the Soul Reaper Sword into Silkret’s chest, my irritation palpable.

“Cough….”

Silkret convulsed violently as he fell backward, wracked with excruciating pain.

“P-please, forgive me….”
“I told you to shut your mouth.”

I twisted the Soul Reaper Sword with a chilling gaze.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

Silkret let out a scream as if being torn apart, and a chilling torrent of blood poured from his chest.

Whoooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword, as if consumed by genuine fury, burned with dense demonic energy and drained Silkret’s power to its maximum capacity.

“W-what on earth is this…?”

Saint Olga, kneeling on the ground, swallowed hard.

“That’s a real Demon Race member?”

Unlike the Demon Race members who fell to the Gwangpung Corps, this Silkret was genuine. I couldn’t comprehend how a monster possessing demonic energy so formidable that it would be difficult to withstand even in peak condition could be rendered completely helpless before Raon.
Even a monster with enough demonic energy to be difficult to endure even in peak condition couldn’t move an inch in front of Raon, which didn’t make sense.

“I told you already. Just accept it and move on.”

Rimer shook his head as he collapsed onto the floor.

“That’s true.”
“That’s right.”

Burren Zigheart nodded in agreement with Rimer’s words.

“Suppress? More like a well-trained dog, wouldn’t you say?”
“It’s not suppression, it’s more like a well-trained dog, isn’t it?”

Martha let out a scoff as she looked at Silkret.

“If you ask for my hand, I feel like I’d give it to you.”

Lunan Slion seemed to agree as well, nodding his head.

“Please… please save me…”

Silkret rolled his eyes and raised a trembling hand toward Raon.

“Do you truly believe you have the right to say such things?”

I was about to drive my blade deeper with a sneer when it happened.

-Fall back!

At Wrath’s urgent cry, my feet instinctively retreated.

Thwoom!

In that instant, an enormous maw materialized above Silkret’s head. It was a grotesque mouth with snow-white lips and crimson teeth embedded within.

“No, this cannot be!”

The moment Silkret glimpsed those alabaster lips, he shrieked and clawed at the ground.

Screeeech!

But the grotesque mouth closed slowly, as if it didn’t matter how fast Silkret moved.

“Ah….”

Silkret, who had fled into the distant void, found himself ensnared between those crimson fangs.

“Ple… please….”

Before Silkret could finish his plea, those snow-white lips sealed shut. From within came the sickening sound of flesh tearing and bone splintering.

Goooooo!

Behind the vanishing lips, smiling with evident satisfaction, a diminutive silhouette emerged—childlike in stature.

Unkempt white hair cascaded to her waist, and her eyes gleamed with an eerie luminescence, as though crimson gemstones had been embedded within.

Unlike Silkret, she emanated scarcely any demonic aura, yet her mere presence warped the very fabric of this realm.

“Ah….”
“Kgh….”

The breath of those exhausted by Silkret’s demonic energy was stolen away by the mere presence of this Monster. Not only the Priests and Holy Knights, but even the Saint and the Gwangpung Corps collapsed with their eyes rolled back, their heads striking the ground.

Raon bit his lip as he watched the white-haired Charm Girl drawing steadily closer.
Even he, who wielded the power of three Demon Lords, found his breath catching. Without the Ring of Fire, he might have collapsed like the others.

‘To meet again like this….’

There was only one type of being that possessed such overwhelming presence.

‘A Demon Lord.’

Certainly a lord of the Demon Realm like Wrath.

But not the master of Silkret—Grid. The white hair, skin like white jade, the small frame, and those vivid crimson eyes. This appearance reminded me of one of the Demon Lords that Wrath had mentioned.

‘Gluttony.’
-Indeed. Gluttony it is.

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he gazed upon Gluttony.

‘Why has she come here?’
-As I said before, this space has temporarily been transformed into an environment identical to the Demon Realm. To her, it must feel like a buffet.

True to those words, Gluttony smacked her lips softly. It seemed Silkret’s taste had been rather satisfying.

-Surrender your body to the True Demon King.

Wrath flicked his fingers as if urging me to move quickly.

-Her appetite knows no bounds. If you do not decide swiftly, you will all be consumed!

The wretch wore a subtle smile as he suggested that surrendering my body was the only option.

‘That’s not happening.’

Using Demon Lord Descent would inflict severe damage to either my body or mind. I could not use it unless the situation was truly critical.

But just as Wrath said, Gluttony began surveying her surroundings, searching for her next meal.

‘How am I supposed to deal with that… Ah!’

I furrowed my brow before clapping my hands softly.
I had thought it was a waste that Silkret died, but it wasn’t. This was an opportunity to create a debt with Gluttony.

“W-withdraw!”

As I quickly formulated a plan and tried to move, Rimer grabbed my nape from behind and dragged me back.

“That’s not something we can defeat! We need to get out of here immediately!”

Rimer stood before the Demon Lord with trembling legs, biting his lips.
Merely standing in a standoff seemed to have pushed him to his limit—blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

“Deputy Commander?”

I widened my eyes as I watched Rimer’s wavering back.

‘What’s happening?’

Even if Rimer was a Grand Master, he was in a state of severe physical and mental exhaustion.
For him to stand against a Demon Lord without any preparation and not collapse made no sense.

-Hmm?

Even Wrath widened his eyes in surprise.

-How is that fool managing to….
“I won’t last long.”

Rimer raised his sword, instructing me to use the wind to take the Gwangpung Corps away. His mental fortitude had reached its absolute limit. I never thought I would witness such a sight from him.

“Raon. Even if just one of the kids… Ah.”

I silently approached from behind Rimer and struck his neck. He never imagined he would be attacked from behind and immediately lost consciousness, collapsing.

“That looks delicious.”

Gluttony licked her lips as she gazed at Rimer. The space twisted sharply, and those pure white lips that had swallowed Silkret emerged.

“Trash.”

I hurled Rimer backward, my brow furrowing with displeasure.

“Daring to lay hands on the True Demon King’s prey? Perhaps I should tear out that tongue of yours to teach you respect.”

As I drew forth the ring of fire and all the wrath I possessed, the gaping white maw hovering before Gluttony froze mid-opening.

“Wrath?”

Gluttony’s eyes narrowed to slits as she placed a finger against her lips.

“….”

I offered no response, merely fixing her with a piercing gaze.

‘Just like a rabbit, he’d said.’

Wrath had described Gluttony as a simple rabbit-like creature concerned only with consuming. True to his words, she possessed a certain dull quality.

-This insane bastard!

Wrath shrieked in exasperation from within me.

-First claiming to be the True Demon King’s priest, then his vessel, and now impersonating the True Demon King himself!

He seized my collar, questioning whether I’d truly lost my mind.

-And why does that fool believe it? I don’t look like this! The very essence I carry is different!

Wrath thrashed desperately, pleading for her to understand.

“You’re not Wrath.”

Gluttony shook her head with absolute certainty.

Uuuuuung!

The white maw hovering above her head yawned open, revealing crimson fangs.

“Why do you think it’s not him?”

I forced down my thundering heartbeat and asked the question.

“The hair color is different. The eyes are different. And… weak.”

Gluttony muttered that the appearance and aura were different, insisting this wasn’t Wrath.

-Puhehehehe!

Wrath jabbed a finger at me while clutching his belly in laughter.

-Gluttony may be simple, but she’s not a fool like Sloth! Of course she wouldn’t fall for it!
‘Hmm….’

I furrowed my brow. I’d tried to mimic Wrath based on Silkret’s condition, but it seemed my current rage wasn’t quite enough to pull off the act convincingly.

-Now you have no choice!

Wrath tilted his chin up with a snicker.

-If you get swallowed by that mouth, even the True Demon King won’t be able to save you. Hurry and surrender your body to me!
‘….’

I didn’t answer, simply closing my eyes slightly.

-No wait, if you just surrender your body, the True Demon King will rampage and catch the kids too. Call upon the Sword Realm Demon Lord Descent instead!

Even now, he was worried about the Gwangpung Corps, rambling on about using the Sword Realm Demon Lord Descent. Truly a unique Demon Lord.

It seemed that right now, Demon Lord Descent was the only option available.

But using the descent would incur tremendous losses, so I didn’t want to resort to it.

‘Appearance, appearance….’

That might work.

I opened my eyes calmly without panicking.

Goooooh!

The white maw that Gluttony had summoned was already closing in before my eyes.

“You look delicious.”
“How bothersome.”

I plunged the Soul Reaper Sword into the center of Gluttony’s chest the moment she tried to close her jaws.

Splooooort!

Blood erupted as the blade tore through flesh, staining my uniform a deep crimson.

“Huh?”

Gluttony’s maw froze, as if bewildered that her prey had suddenly attempted self-destruction.

I smirked coldly at her confusion.

Sword Realm Incarnate—Demon Lord’s Descent.

-Finally!

Wrath licked his lips with unbridled anticipation.

-Well thought! The True Demon King shall handle everything!
‘Ugh….’

Ignoring Wrath’s words, I traced a seal with the blood streaming down my body.

Wrath, suspended in the void, was drawn into my soul as my body underwent a violent transformation.

Azure hair billowed wildly, and pristine skin unmarred by any wound emerged. Above my shifting form, a noble and overwhelming aura materialized, utterly dominating Gluttony’s presence.

“Ah….”

Gluttony trembled as she beheld the flowing azure locks and the frost-laden wings materializing behind them.

“…Wrath?”
“Trash.”

The blue-haired Demon Lord who had descended into the mortal realm furrowed his brow at the sight of Gluttony.

“To think I must resort to such measures.”
“I, I am….”

Gluttony retreated, her lips trembling.

“I suppose I’ll have to rip out that tongue of yours after all.”

As the noble Demon Lord radiated an eerie aura, the true Demon King’s cry erupted from within his body.

-What, what is this! Why did only my body go over there!

Wrath trembled, unable to move within his own body.

-How did this happen!
‘How? You only transferred your body.’

Raon, coiled around the blue Demon Lord’s exterior, let out a soft chuckle.

-But how exactly!
‘Demon King Descent is a forced descent technique that accepts you the moment my body and soul’s connection is about to sever. And what’s essential for it is….’

Raon waved his hand with a faint smile.

‘I need to be close to death. Right now, my soul and body are only slightly separated. I’ve taken only your aura and appearance, but control of the body still belongs to me.’
-Ah, ah….

Wrath’s lips trembled, now yellowed with understanding.

Of course, I only have control over the body itself—I cannot wield Wrath’s power.
All I could do was display his aura as it was. In other words, it was nothing but a bluff.

Yet that bluff had become the most formidable weapon at this very moment.

“You not only tried to steal my prey, but you dared attempt to devour me as well….”

I watched Gluttony’s eyes tremble as I snapped my fingers.

“How should I collect my payment?”
“Hmm….”

Gluttony’s eyes rolled downward as regret seemed to wash over her.

-No, this can’t be happening!

Wrath let out a sharp shriek at the sight of Gluttony.

-This one’s a fake! The True Demon King is here! Come on!

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